Captain America: Civil War – the We Are All Rational Adults Version
(The more I think about Civil War the more annoyed I get)
Tony: okay so
the fact we’ve only just heard of them and they’re being signed in 3 days and
they’re fatter than all of us is some shit
Tony: but the
fact is, we can’t just run around wherever we want punching people that we
personally decide are bad guys
have the right to make their own laws and we can’t just ignore them because
we’re really cool
Tony: (though we
Tony: anyway the
fact is nobody actually voted for you to be President of Avengerdonia, steve,
so we should like, obey the people we elected, like everyone else in the world
does, this is how democracy works
Sam: i would vote
Steve: i will be
Steve: i have
very much enjoyed being in charge with no restrictions
Steve: it has
been very efficient and we’ve saved loads of lives (like loads)
Steve: however as
i am not in fact a massive jerkhole dictator and i do believe in democracy
Steve: you are of
course right we should get the nod from the government before we crash in
anywhere to save the day, as long as that can be done quickly and effectively,
and won’t mean that i’m completely banned from saving people
Steve: (because i
have zero impulse control when it comes to saving people i just do it)
Tony: oh we know
else would vote for steve too right natasha you’d vote for steve
Natasha: no comment
Steve: i mean
there are a couple of other things i want to talk about in these papers
Wanda: like the
fact we’re not actually accountable for the actions of all supervillains
Steve: yeah and
the fact that it doesn’t specify that we can’t be thrown in a monstrous sea-jail
without a trial or lawyers if we damage property while defending ourselves
Tony: wow steve
we’re (mostly) US citizens do you really think we need to specify that?
Steve: i’ve read
Steve: yes we do
Tony: okay then,
how about we sit here and hash out our list of amendments and caveats, which
they really should have consulted us about more than three days before they
meet to sign this document that controls our lives, and we take our improved
accords to vienna and talk about it there?
sounds really sensible
Sam: wanda you
vote for steve too right
Bucky: i do not
vote for steve. i vote for anyone except steve. i vote for tony stank’s left
shoe, because it is far less reckless than steve
Sam: dude you’re
not even in this part of the movie yet
Bucky: i showed
up early just to say don’t vote for steve
Tony: holy shit it’s
the winter soldier
Bucky: ooooh steve
doesn’t like that kind of language you know
Steve: go away
and wait for your appropriate plot hook barnes what is this
Chelsea Manning: leaked footage of civilian murders by US troops, internal communiques between diplomatic staff and logs of military engagements to carefully selected media organisations who analysed, vetted and censored information to scrub it of all potential to put lives at risk - in the name of public transparency and accountability.
Punishment: held for three years without trial in various Marine and military prisons whilst being treated as the wrong gender, finally sentenced to 35 years in prison for military espionage; later commuted to seven years.
Donald Trump: divulges highly classified information directly to the Russian foreign ministry, jeopardising intelligence sources within ISIL-held territory and directly endangering lives - as a deal-sweetener to curb Russian aggression in the region.
Sometimes… Poly is watching your partner get their needs that match yours met with someone else.
Sometimes poly is having to accept less, instead of all.
Sometimes poly is, I hate this, but you don’t need my permission to do it anyway.
Sometimes poly is burning. Sitting in your room, your house, alone, burning with all the emotions and there is no one to put you out except yourself. And sometimes, you’re not enough of a firefighter.
Sometimes poly is boring.
Sometimes poly is Netflix and chilling, by yourself, your own hand down your pajama pants.
Sometimes poly is rage. Fierce, hot, molten gold down your gullet, choking you, burning you, cooking you to a not-quick enough death.
Sometimes it’s this is not enough, but this is better than nothing.
Sometimes it’s pain, bright, white hot, cutting into the very core of you. Splintering you into a thousand, million pieces.
Sometimes it’s I don’t know how I survive this.
Sometimes poly is… Acceptance of not so great, because there is no other option.
Sometimes poly is a snide laugh, a kick in the gut, a slap in the face.
Sometimes poly is heartbreak.
Sometimes poly is, I will never feel “safe” again.
Sometimes it’s just… Overthinking. Overanalyzing. Overdoing. Over scheduling. Overtalking. Over… Everything.
Sometimes poly is… Can’t I just go back?
But what poly really is?
Poly is I can’t. I can’t go back. Because going back would mean so much sacrifice. So much giving up of people that I cannot fathom how much I love them. So much beautiful, wonderful, awful exploration of self that I would never get again. I can’t say, I don’t want my lovers and friends and amazing people who blur ALL of my lines and boundaries with their amazing selves. I can’t say, for the sake of some general level of “comfort” that I know is false, I will give up everyone. Their intimacy, their vulnerability, their nakedness. What they look like laughing, and coming, and crying. Versions of them I don’t get to see within the confines of monogamy as I knew it. I have sacrificed so very much to be here, uncomfortable, today.
I feel I’m awake now, with all the discomfort that comes with awakening. But I can’t go back to sleep. It’s shitty, sometimes, being awake. The sun is too bright, the sounds too harsh. It’s easy when I’m head down, dreaming. But it’s not real, you know? It’s an illusion, a construct. It works for some, but I’ve taken the red pill. I’ve seen my life for how it is, my thinking for how it is. I can’t unsee it. Maybe one day how I outwardly perform myself will change, but for now, I can’t go back. I am what I am, doing what I’m doing the ways that I do it. Sometimes it hurts. Fuck yeah it hurts. Don’t ever believe anyone who tells you anything remotely differently. And you know what?
Through this, we grow.
We become something else. We become better, stronger. We know ourselves more. We know more words to use to advocate for ourselves, and that is fucking amazing. Without this pain, without this trial by fire and molten metal, we might not know what we’re capable of. And knowing what we’re capable of is an awesome, incredible thing. That is what makes you, you. That is what inspires you to fucking amazing things. Even if the journey is horrible to get there.
Or okay you know what else I think of sometimes, with the whole “If Harry had had a good home life” and why Dumbledore needed him to not have a loving home in order to craft him into a weapon/martyr, is this: Dumbledore not even trying to stick his neck out for Sirius and not even questioning for a second him betraying James suddenly makes a lot more sense.
Because think about it: Dumbledore knows Sirius, he taught him for seven years and knew him afterwards in the Order. He's seen the love Sirius had for James, saw Sirius leave his own family and basically become a part of the Potter family and yet, to our knowledge, he doesn’t even raise a hand to help Sirius when he’s arrested, just allows him to get sent to Azkaban without a trial. Whereas Snape, SNAPE, who is a KNOWN Death Eater (and we can assume he’s done some terrible things to become a Death Eater, especially one in the Inner Circle), Snape not only gets trial but gets off with no jail time based on Dumbledore’s word alone.
Why?! Dumbledore sticking his neck out for Snape but not for Sirius doesn’t make sense unless you look at what Dumbledore needed. Dumbledore needed Snape as a spy, and really, his plans were far better suited if Sirius was locked up, guilty or not. Because you can bet that Sirius would never have taken Dumbledore’s ‘Harry needs to stay with the Dursley’s" nonsense, he would’ve fought tooth and nail to get rightful custody of Harry, and then what? Harry would’ve grown up in a loving environment, Harry would’ve had someone to fight for him–someone with REAL knowledge of the wizarding world and (presumably since he was raised as a Black) some type of political savvy, even. Think of that! Think of the fuss Sirius would’ve raised during the Chamber of Secrets debacle. Think of what Sirius would’ve done to Rita Skeeter for printing lies about his godson if he weren’t a wanted felon. And we all know that Sirius would’ve been loyal to Harry over Dumbledore, and that was a problem.
tl;dr: Dumbledore is a sketchy mofo and I hold him partially accountable for Sirius Black’s suffering, and like 95% accountable for Harry’s.
leianaberrie said: a big thank you for mentioning/including the Lagos Institute and Shadowhunter Maduabuchi. I showed my friend who has the same last name and he yelled. I don’t ever even dream of seeing Nigerians in US/Western media except as something unsavoury (thanks District 9) so thanks so much for putting us on the Shadowhunter’s World Map. :)
That’s so cool! You’ll see Rayan again; he’s one of the good guys. And now for the more spoilery part of the question!
Sorry if I'm bothering you but can you share why you think avatar is bad?
hoo boy man ur asking for a lot bc that show is a complete and utter M E S S. first, heres the main phrase my tibetan ass wants u to think about: its a show using asian/indigenous ppl and their devastating histories made by ignorant weeaboo white men. I want to write about it in detail bc i’ve always wanted to say something about this but never rly got around to doing it. maybe ill send this in letter format to the writers lol. anyways im going to split this up into parts. I’ll put a readmore bc its kinda long
Happiness was something you couldn’t afford. It was something that only the lucky got and somehow you turned out to be just another unlucky fool. Happiness was overrated anyways. All it meant was that you got to live your life without trial and error, without pain, without hurt, and god you wanted that so badly. All you wanted was for a chance to be happy, and not feel the ache in your chest that you felt now.
There was the thought, that maybe you never would be happy. Maybe you were destined to live a life of loneliness and pain, and never overcome it despite how hard you tried. Maybe you were never supposed to make it over the mountain and just continue falling down like you had been your entire life.
You thought for a while, that there was finally an end to the pain, and you had found it in a man named Min Yoongi. Everything with him had been perfect. Nights and days were meaningless to both of you as you had each other. Everything you ever needed could be found in one another, and that was how the both of you lived during your relationship.
This bronze sestertius, has the emperor’s name, IMP SER GALBA and the date, AVG TR P (June 68) around the oak-wreathed and draped bust of Galba. The reverse has the image of Victory alighting, holding a wreath in her right hand and a palm branch over her left shoulder with the letters S – C on either side of her. Extremely rare and among the finest sestertii of Galba in existence. A magnificent portrait of great strength in the finest style of the period. A wonderful untouched brown-Tiber tone and extremely fine. Sold at auction for 112,675 USD.
The portrait on this fine sestertius of Galba, who ruled for only 7 months between 68 and 69 AD, is of extraordinary quality by a master-engraver, depicting the elderly emperor as a stern aristocrat of raw virtue. His expression is set in grim determination, and the oak-wreath resting on his head is so carefully articulated that the whole appears remarkably life-like. Contrasting with the depth of realism seldom reached in Roman numismatics of the obverse, the figure of Victory on the reverse, with her soft, youthful contours, is one imbued with a hopeful spirit.
However noble the message of the reverse of this coin, Tacitus records that Galba was only worthy of the empire before becoming emperor. His shortcomings were his severity and stinginess. While the latter was perhaps a legitimate ‘vice’ considering Nero’s carefree spending on frivolous projects which had depleted the Roman treasury and which caused Galba to levy enormous taxes on those areas of the empire that had been slow to receive him, he also refused most requests for citizenship out-of-hand, however well deserved, and had a number of men sentenced to death without trial. Additionally, he soon came under the control of his co-consul, the praetorian prefect, and a freedman, which further eroded his popularity.
His death sentence, however, were his refusals to honor the reward promised on his behalf to the praetorians for their defection of Nero during his long march on Rome, and his spurning of the loyal Otho for Piso as his successor. Galba rightly felt that soldiers should not be bribed, but the rot that had begun when Claudius paid the guardsmen after his elevation had been long established by the late 60s, and the praetorians turned against their emperor, hailing Otho emperor on 15 January AD 69. Galba was executed and decapitated by praetorians near Lacus Curtius, the mysterious open chasm near the Roman Forum.
Allen Christopher Ivanov of Mukilteo, Washington was arrested after killing three teenagers at a party . It is said that Ivanov had just had had a break up with one of the victims, Anna Bui. Ivanov went and posted on Twitter shortly carrying out the shooting. He seems to have hinted at his plans on Instagram as well. Ivanov had posted a picture of his new assault rifle days prior with three bullets next to it. He captioned it “You can’t run with me :(” Some sources say he purchased an assault rifle weeks before the murders, others say just a week prior. Sources are making it seem as if the shooting wasn’t premeditated. That after coming to a party where he saw his ex-girlfriend with another guy, Ivanov went to his car in a jealous rage and got his assault rifle. Not knowing how to use it, he apparently read the manual before loading the magazine. It’s also being reported that Ivanov reached out to a friend in Kentucky days prior warning them there would be a mass shooting. Investigators have seen these text messages. Ivanov claimed that he crept around the side of the house to hide and was seen by one of the male victims. The man allegedly said “no” over and over. Ivanov did not spare him. He then went into the house and shot his ex-girlfriend Anna Bui twice. He then shot another male. Going onto the balcony of the master bedroom, he shot at two more males. He sped away from the scene of the crime and was arrested about 100 miles away after being stopped for speeding. The three murdered were identified as Anna Bui, Jordan Ebner, and Jake Long. All three victims were 19. One more male was injured. Ivanov, a fluent Russian speaker, told investigators Anna Bui was the first girl he had ever kissed. He worked at the Apple Store in the Genius Bar and graduated High School in 2015. He is being held without bail awaiting trial.
Lynching didn’t start in the old West or during Reconstruction, but during the American Revolution. A justice of the peace and farmer in Virginia before the war, one Colonel Charles Lynch, led a band of vigilantes to “bring to justice” British supporters and outlaws. Hanging someone without a trial became known as “lynching” after this particularly enthusiastic patriot.
I cherish the moments in which I fell down and crashed so hard I didn’t know if I could ever get up. Without times like these, I never would’ve learned to pick myself up. Who knew toxicity is what I needed to thrive? Yes, it wasn’t easy, but I wouldn’t want change a thing, because without my trials I wouldn’t be the me I am today
So, it’s official: Supernatural continues to be outstanding. I liked this episode a lot, and I like how they keep doing this - acknowledging there is a past in this show while developing new storylines and confirming stuff we’ve been saying for years. Because subtext - turns out it matters. Who knew.
Since I haven’t seen a lot of people talk about this, first things first: the BMoL’s (and Mary’s, and Sam’s) plan to eradicate and destroy all monsters - jolly good, but what does it mean for Cas? For Crowley? For Garth? Apparently they’re not working on a nuclear explosion spell or anything, and instead they’re going after specific groups of monsters one by one. And the thing is, they’ve got no reason to stop and ascertain who are the good guys and who are the bad guys, right? If they find Garth, Garth is dead.
(Is Sam okay with this? Mr Head Choice?)
And what about demons? I doubt you can kill every demon in existence, so the solution, surely, is shutting the Gates of Hell? And we know how Crowley feels about that, at least. As for the angels, again - seems unpractical and unfeasible to eliminate them, not to mention the cosmic consequences there would likely be if it could be done, so, again, is the idea to confine them all in Heaven? Mh.
As for the rest of it, here we go.
Jesus Christ, what a mess. I know we talk a lot about how these characters have evolved so much they are almost verbatim the opposite of who they were twelve years ago (and how this was done so skillfully we barely even noticed), but with Mary back in the equation, you really see it. The alliances have now shifted. Where once we had John (emotional and barely hanging on and yet terrifyingly in control) clashing with his younger son who wanted a way out and a better life, and Dean was in the middle, trying to keep both of them happy, now we’ve got Mary pursuing a colder, more rational obsession, Dean who’s so done with all of it, and Sam acting as a mediator. Uh.
Now, it’s true we don’t know exactly what happened when Sam and Dean were teens (#season12wishlist). It’s likely Dean took John’s side out of some demented desire to be recognized and loved, and also so that Sam wouldn’t get hurt, but he believed enough in hunting that his brother getting out - that was a major falling out between them.
But, well - the situation is hardly the same now. Sam isn’t a brainwashed, terrified teenager. He’s an adult, and, okay, there are rational reasons for the choices he’s making. At the same time, though, what’s going on is too close to whatever madness went down in their childhood for me to look with any sympathy upon any of it. Because at this point, Mary honestly scares me, and so does Sam. Him huddling with Mick at the end, saying those things about Dean - that was legit creepy, and more on this later.
Just as an aside, I was very happy to see Mr Ketch doubling back to seduce Dean, because I’ve been saying this would happen for weeks and weeks. And if you write it down, just like that, what went down between them sounds very ambiguous: Ketch showed up with a bottle of scotch, they had a drink together, and then went to a hotel - a fancy place with a pool and a spa.
The whole thing was coded like a courtship, because that’s exactly what it was (to the point they had to establish Ketch’s sexuality as a preventive #no homo); what made it uncomfortable is the fact Ketch didn’t really want to be there, and Dean - again, the woman in this scenario, as he so often is - was not the right fit for him.