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#like dam my ancestors god fucked#afro latino#black panther#black panther: wakanda forever#black panther slight spoliers#idk if it spoliers but idk be warned
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how the fuck did clear sky get into cat heaven. he literally:
-killed multiple cats (or attempted to)
-disrespected starclan (the whole drown the stars in blood thing)
-try to start a whole war
-threw out his crippled brother
-tried to kill bumble (later the god of speech)
-and a dozen more that i can’t think off the top of my head.
it would be cool for an au possibly where one-eye dies but never forms the dark forest (like he doesn’t believe in religion thus never makes cat hell) and instead clear sky is the first one dammed and the first cat to walk the dark forest. this could be a great set up for later arcs where maybe in the distant future we see the dark forest fighting starclan (again) but this time it’s not tigerstar and firestar, it’s clear sky and gray wing
StarClan is flawed from its inception. It's the ancestors of all Clan cats, not just the ones from the Forest Four.
And that included Clear Sky, founder of SkyClan, cat who invented and established borders and war tactics. It's him and his followers who set the battle culture of the Clans that would come after, a snowball that would only grow larger and larger until it reached the state we see in TPB.
StarClan is the way that it is because of him. Him and cats like him are what encouraged StarClan to develop into the reactionary, self-righteous entity that it is, doing what they believe is right to 'protect' the Clans while still thinking their ego is something that must be coddled.
#cripple#cripple slur#c slur#Also the entire battle is full of moments where Clear Sky doubles down on his violence#'I'm not greedy I'm just strong' ass#Also StarClan looking at Tall Shadow 'um this is partially your fault' die. just die again StarClan#Haven't even been around for 2 seconds and already victim blaming#'oo aa how did you know that fircone was going to kill thunder' she made an educated guess.#based on all the murder happening
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N Another, thing I hate is The : New <- ( latest and Greatest )n
Also known as the latest and greatest this shit really pisses me off because before you do it new has to come forth and replace the old new and it's just a constant cycle of fucking products it's cool in the moment and then it got to go into the trash things get old things get outdated Next Generation can appreciate them anymore ! 😡
🌳 <- This is a tree ( emoji ) but this is a fucking tree.
I can appreciate it you can appreciate it 4 million years from now if we did a Time Warp it would not go out of date it's not going to go out of style it's always going to be a fucking tree is never going to not be a fucking tree it's a fucking tree !
You can appreciate it I can appreciate it it never goes out of style it's always going to be a fucking tree My Generation can appreciate it your generation can appreciated their generation before mine that appreciated it they were generating them in evil that appreciated it it's a fucking tree
Even Greater,
⛰️ <- there's a massive mountain landscape, mountains are breathtakingly fucking beautiful, even though our flesh is smaller than a subatomic particle in comparison to the size of the universe mountains are fucking beautiful
Haven't noticed how in our moment right now we're appreciating the beautiful fucking mountains just like our ancestors did just like people in medieval did just like people in the caveman time did
NOTHING'S FUCKING GOING OLD FASHIONED NOTHING'S GOING OUT OF STYLE
I God Dam, Hate the New !
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hey buddies -
just sitting at my kitchen table drinking coffee thinking about Supernatural, and fathers and anger, and angels and love.
yeah. it’s Saturday, I guess.
my eagworms are back, so come think with me after the cut!!
so I'm thinking about how that terrible man Randy who manipulated Claire Novak, a narrative mirror for Dean Winchester, in SPN 10x09: The Things We Left Behind was a narrative mirror for J*hn Eric Winchester, the terrible man who manipulated Dean Winchester for the entirety of his childhood and young adult life
and all Cas wanted to do was make Claire see that Randy was just using her, and she was better than that because he fucking loved her
also thinking about how Dean Winchester was the one who killed Randy
thinking about how it wasn’t as much the Mark of Cain as it was his repressed feelings about his abusive damn father that he’s never dealt with (because he thought he deserved it), and he reacted in a murderous fucking rage because of that, because he saw J*hn in Randy and himself in Claire -
now thinking about the Mark of Cain and Dean’s tendency towards anger, stemming directly from his childhood with J*hn Eric Winchester, thinking about how J*hn used him as a weapon, how J*hn’s entire purpose after Mary’s death was his quest for vengeance, how Dean had to protect Sam from him over and over, despite his father mentally pitting them against each other constantly and manipulating them
ex: 1x22:Dead Man’s Blood
thinking about Cain who took on the Mark of Cain to save his brother Abel, to protect his brother Abel and send him to heaven, despite it turning Cain into a killer and demon -
thinking about how that story was manipulated through time and turned into a story of Cain killing Abel instead
thinking about how Cain and Abel were Dean and Sam’s ancestors -
(all hail King Matt Cohen)
how Cain became the father of murder
thinking about how Cain was the son of Adam
thinking about how when we meet Adam, Cain’s father, in 15x17:Unity, he says all this about Chuck/God:
ADAM
God's "first story," yeah. Jumped through every hoop, talked to every snake. When he kicked us out of paradise, Eve and me, we figured, eh, we deserved it. Then he moved on... to our sons.
...
JACK
You hate him.
ADAM
Oh, no. I've been wanting this for going on 300,000 years. Took me that long to figure out how to do it, too.
JACK
Wait-- killing God is your plan?
**now thinking about Adam’s 300,000 year quest for vengeance on Chuck. but how Adam doesn’t hate Chuck. how there’s no rage in Adam. thinking about why.
NOW THINKING ABOUT HOW LUCIFER WAS THE FIRST BEARER OF THE MARK OF CAIN
HOW CHUCK TOLD LUCIFER HE WAS HIS FAVORITE
AND THE MARK WAS GIVEN TO HIM BY HIS FATHER WHO USED HIM AS A WEAPON TO IMPRISON AMARA
AND THEN LOCKED HIM UP IN A CAGE WHEN THE MARK CORRUPTED HIM,
MANIPULATING THE STORY SO EVERYONE BELIEVED LUCIFER WAS JUST EVIL
11x18: Hells Angel
CAS!IFER [smirking]:
It's marketing. He's creating a need in the consumer's mind. Can't be a Super Savior if you don't have a Super Villain.
***
thinking about how Lucifer didn’t want to fight Michael in 5x22: Swan Song
LUCIFER/SAM
So why? And why make us fight? I just can't figure out the point.
MICHAEL/ADAM
What's your point?
LUCIFER/SAM
We're going to kill each other. And for what? One of Dad's tests. And we don't even know the answer. We're brothers. Let's just walk off the chessboard.
MICHAEL/ADAM
I'm sorry. I-I can't do that. I'm a good son, and I have my orders.
***thinking about how Chuck manipulated the two brothers into fighting each other
***DAMMIT NOW THINKING ABOUT AU!MICHAEL AND HOW HE SPENT THE ENTIRETY OF SEASON 14 ASKING THIS QUESTION:
“What do you want?”
***thinking about how angels aren’t supposed to understand how to feel, how to love. So Lucifer and Michael didn’t understand how to feel, how to love.
***NOW thinking about how Adam wasn’t vengeful despite wanting to kill Chuck for 300,000 years. thinking about how Adam had an angel lover named Serafina that entire time.
JACK (to Dean)
She's an angel.
ADAM
Yeah, she's my old lady. She's the only one who could put up with me all these years, huh?
***REALLY thinking now about how Adam had an angel lover who kept him from going vengeful and murderous, and they just lived happily in love for 300,000 casually plotting to kill God as a side hobby***
NOW thinking about how Cain stopped killing when he met Collette (I won’t go into how she was basically Cain’s angel lover and the Cas/Collette parallel because you should know it by now, and there’s plenty of material out there if you don’t)
****thinking about how our crack-in-his-chassis angel Cas loved Dean. he wasn’t supposed to love, but he did anyway.
how he kept Dean sane for years and years like Seraphina kept Adam sane, how he was Dean’s Collette, how he helped cure him when he was a Demon, how he was the only reason This Dean and This Sam didn’t kill each other in this particular one of Chuck’s worlds, how he pulled Michael out of Dean when Michael eradicated all of Dean’s hope and trapped him -
thinking about how Dean showed Cas how to love because Dean Is Love.
thinking about how Cas loved.
thinking about how his actual confession of love led to this:
Just like Seraphina’s love kept Adam from vengeance, how Collette’s love kept Cain from murder.
THINKING ABOUT how Lucifer didn’t know how to love. how he wanted to take Jack because he was his son. how he wanted to be a dad. how he wanted love.
thinking about Mi!Dam.
thinking about specifically about “Since when do we get what we deserve?”
thinking about how the Lucifer/Michael fight happened ONLY AFTER CHUCK DISAPPEARED EVERYONE, INCLUDING ADAM -
thinking about how it was only then that Lucifer and Michael carried out the story charted for them by their abusive father - because they didn’t have love, Lucifer never having it to begin with and Michael no longer having Adam, the closest thing he would have had to love.
so yeah, just thinking about that.
Supernatural Is A Show. A Show About Love.
(and daddy issues)
#also now thinking again about how Cas deserved to punch J*hn Eric Winchester in the fucking MOUTH#seriously I start one thought and three hours later I have this fucking novel please help#im so tired#spn writers I just want to talk#or maybe I just want to put you in a dunk tank one by one#supernatural#cw: abuse#destiel#spn family#spn fandom#spn earworms#spn narrative parallels#happy fucking Saturday buddies#gay love pierced the veil of death and saved the world#damn it really fucking did though#myspnmeta#spn analysis#longpost#hellerism#deancas
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Good chapter, all in all! My thoughts will be much shorter on this one than on 127 because I really hadn’t a clue what to expect from this chapter as opposed to 127. I also read some discussion before writing this so that may influence this, I dunno
Jumping right into things with the airships and answering a question the fandom had since 127: why didn’t the Yaegerists destroy the airships? To push it even further, not only was the question answered, but this fact became a plot-relevant detail as well.
Random thought, but it’s interesting to see Hanji talk about the future prospects of recapturing the uninhabited rumbled lands once this is all over
It’s absolutely divine to see Hanji and Magath strategising and working together
Love love LOVE the panel of everyone getting equipped for battle. I’m dead at Reiner’s “Ah shit here we go again” expression. Very cool to see Annie holding a blade handle again after so long! Jean and Mikasa looking like models as usual, and I love Pieck floating in the background there
So at first I thought the steam was the colossals entering the water on Paradis’ shores. Apparently it’s all the way over at Marley and the rumbling already reached the north. That’s fast! And the fact that the steam can be seen all the way over on Paradis, does that mean that Marley really isn’t all too far away from Paradis?
Falco and Gabi on the lookout are the cutest ever. Glad we get to see my son this chapter!
Annie: “Hey y’all ‘s okay if I’m armed right?”
Everyone: “....”
Every chapter needs a random panel of Levi sleeping because Yams didn’t know what else to put there
Very interesting to see Annie talk using revenge as a frame of reference. It does show how long she’s been under. Pieck explaining the situation to her made me realise we need more interactions between these two
These panels make it obvious how much weight Reiner has lost. Jesus, look at his torso, his neck. He could rival Berthoto in his post-depression height to weight ratio
I hadn’t even considered that the Yaegerists consisted of their comrades, not the way it’s presented by Jean anyway. It makes a lot of sense that they don’t want to fight and kill their old friends
Annie is to Jean this chapter what Jean was to Hanji the last chapter. Asking the really hard questions in response to a pacifist mindset.
Armin has gotten thick, wow
If I still shipped aruani I’d consider this a strong moment but now it just feels less impactful bhjvk
The dam finally broke for Connie! All these past chapters, he’s been off looking stoic and determined, but it looks like his emotions are finally showing outwardly as well. Poor fucking kid, he’s really seen too much
And he does raise a very important moral question there. With the realisation we see him make later in the chapter, it’s also a very fitting thing for him to wonder about. He’s just not ready to start killing, even if it’s the best option for their cause, and I can respect that he has issues with such a plan.
Annie’s expression... hurts me soul, man
I don’t think I follow yet how she came to the conclusion that JCAM wouldn’t have destroyed the walls if it were them. I don’t agree nor disagree, because I don’t think that it’s possible to estimate that. The JCAM of today definitely wouldn’t have done it, but the JCAM of today are adults who didn’t grow up as child soldiers under heavy propaganda and who were used as disposable weapons. It’s impossible to compare the two with each other. Is Annie saying this because she as the adult she is today would do it all again, as she stated a few chapters back? I’m sure discussion in the next few days will clear this line up.
It’s gonna take me a few days of thinking to understand what exactly that callback to Eren saying he’s just like Reiner means, and how it connects to Annie’s words. Does he think back of it because he likens himself to Eren, or because he likens Eren to himself? It feels like Eren’s saying that he would’ve broken the wall, which is exactly what he’s doing right now with the rumbling, but what do I know? I’m usually dead wrong about things like this.
I can admire Reiner giving JCAM a choice to not fight the ones they hold dear. After all this time and despite everything, he still holds his old comrades dear enough to spare them from this battle
Hanji’s ready to kill, and I understand it. People are already dying in Marley and there’s no more time left to be humane about things. It’s just like the decision to torture Sannes, like the decision to kill RB given the chance. In an ideal world they’d be able to talk and take their time, but right now they unfortunately don’t have that luxury.
Poor fucking Pieck, Annie, and Reiner. Learning they may already be too late and the worst can have already happened. And Connie’s face. This is the most emotion we’ve seen out of him in a long time that wasn’t just flat out bitterness. He looks destroyed.
Magath shoving Onyankopon had me gigglin’, ngl
It was something else seeing Yelena so emotional and pained. Have we seen her like this before? In a situation where she’s not her usual confident, in control self but she’s genuinely in pain or scared? And then her crying... She’s growing on me more and more the more I see her, now I’m sorta hoping she survives this story
Magath’s confession... I’m gonna be honest, when I first read this it felt like it came out of nowhere and felt forced. Rereading it, I can see where it came from. It’s been on his mind for quite some time since it happened and the fact that they suddenly, just like that, ran out of time probably got him to decide that if there’s ever a time to say this, it’s now
It also proves the idea that right before someone is about to crack, they double down in their ideals. It’s a type of stubbornness all humans have and it often leads to conflict. Doubling down didn’t work, so he finally allowed himself to accept something he didn’t want to be true but somewhere knew was true anyway. That’s growth. I did think Magath would end up coming through in the end
Good on him, a Marleyan, to tell Eldians that the one truth Eldians had always been taught, that they are responsible for their ancestors’ sins, isn’t true at all and that they do not deserve the blame. It just doesn’t hold the same relieving value if an Eldian says it. That was sorely needed, and for Magath specifically to say that is a good thing!
And to tell it to Pieck, Annie, and Reiner as well? That’s a very important detail as well. Done are the days of only absolving the 104th when the warriors deserve it just as much
‘Forgive but don’t forget, teach our children what happened without pointing the finger’ is such an important key idea and I’m glad it’s been put into words. Maybe the school kids from the s4 preview are the outcome of that?
I’m gonna wait for the official translation to look at Armin’s refusal because I don’t believe I fully grasp what he means there
Floch implying that the death of Kiyomi’s nation is a good thing, that she no longer has to worry, shows just how wrong his entire school of thought is. He’s literally “can’t worry about your homeland if your homeland doesn’t exist anymore”.
Kiyomi’s words as parallel to Erwin’s? Love it
“But what’s most important is for you to know your place” WOW, guy really is on a power trip where he wants to establish a rigid hierarchy, huh?
He does look absolutely terrifying in those panels. Congrats, Yams, you made me intimidated by Floch for reasons other than “he might shoot anyone at any time”
Armin’s strategy bkhjvgjh use the chaos and confusion to get the edge on him, I like it
Absolutely love the dynamic between Connie and Armin. Armin, you lying shit, you’re fake crying again
He knew from the start it hadn’t worked though
Samuel! DAZ!!!! Finally! They’re back! The memes are no longer just dreams!
Kiyomi charging Floch and proceeding to wipe the floor with him will be the subject of my dreams for years to come
When Armin and Connie first realised that the plan failed, I was sure they were surrounded by Yaegerists on all sides and they’d stand no chance. That’s also the moment I accepted that one of them was gonna get KO’d. I honestly expected Connie to bite the dust
When Mikasa first crashed through the window, I thought that she was Levi. Look at that face! It’s such an Ackerman face! It took me a few pages to determine whether that was Mikasa or Levi, even if I knew Levi definitely wouldn’t have been a possibility.
God, how good it feels to see Floch so desperate and distressed! That panel where he’s on his stomach and shoots his anchor out of the window is hilarious
Floch thinks Jean is dead, so he didn’t call for the Yaegerists to attack him. I wonder if that’ll play out somehow. But it does show that he believed that Armin spoke the truth when he said that Jean and Onyankopon were killed. So does he still think the warriors are not on their side (until he’s obv proven wrong, ofc)?
Magath in a SC jacket is 😩👌
Armin being shot had me bamboozled. If he still were my fav character I would’ve definitely had a heart attack, but even now that fucking HURT and caught me completely off-guard. Especially since it’s not just one shot, but three, all of which hit a major artery in one way or another. I was sure Armin was out for a good moment here
Oh wow. I didn’t realise it the first time reading, but the second time? God damn, the parallels between SC and warriors in that particular scene. Just like how Jean and Connie talked to Bertholdt and Reiner about how they’d grow old together and share a good drink once this was all over but their betrayal destroyed that possibility and nullified their camaraderie, Samuel is talking to Connie and Armin about how they’d retake the lands and raise as much cattle as they wanted once this was all over but their betrayal made that impossible. Connie got it. Connie understood in that moment and that’s currently emotionally fucking me over
Reiner and Annie shooting up behind Floch... 😩👌
THEIR TRANSFORMATION POSES, HOT DAMN
They’re ready to wipe the floor with some Yaegerists
At first I thought we’d gotten nakey Reiner (ain’t his ass plates missing?) but his face gave me renewed hope. The unhardening thing was a one-time thing only, so it looks like his titan does get armour!
I wonder how convincing it would’ve sounded if in 2016 we heard that in 2020 we’d be overjoyed to see the armoured titan and the female titan wrecking some Survey Corps shit but look where we are now
Zombie Armin looked TERRIFYING, holy fuck
And then there’s those last two pages. Wow. I didn’t even know what I was reading when I first read them, I hadn’t a clue that I was reading the exact narrative I’d been begging to see for many many years. And when I realised it, fuck, that felt good
Connie is betraying comrades, dearly beloved people whom he shared good times with, whom he made promises to, but who unfortunately ended up being on the opposite side of the conflict as he is, because it’s what his goal requires of him.
The way Samuel words it, it’s even a direct parallel to the way the 104th worded their grievances to Bertholdt and Reiner when they were running away with Eren and Ymir. And when Connie finally answers “You are our comrades, but...” it just clicks. They’re his comrades, they are valued, and yet they still have to die. Just like they did in Clash. Just like they did in RtS. He’s in the exact same situation as RB were years ago, and he’s 100% aware of how this is what’s happening
And it’s the fact that Connie doesn’t use this memory to back down to prove to himself that he’s ‘better’, letting Armin and possibly himself get killed in the process, but instead reevaluates his stance and recontextualises what he knew back then, that’s exactly what I’ve been wishing for for so long
I intend to make a separate post on this because I have so many thoughts on this subject. This tiny detail changes so much for me, clears up so many of the doubts I had, and gives me so much hope that I’m sure will be shattered over the next few weeks but let me DREAM
In fact, I made the post right here
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I always wondered what would happen if a Black Man that disrespected Black Women got into Heaven
*Gets into Heaven on a technicality*
Black Guy: Wooow, this place is beautiful!!!
Black Guy: Oh my God there's so many people here
Black Guy: *looks around* aye, aye! Aunt Veronica, Aye its me
Aunt Veronica: *Flying by*
Black Guy: Dam... maybe she didn't hear me.. she was pretty high up..
Black Guy: *Walking around* this place really is beautiful
Black Guy: omg is that.. AYE, AYE! Uncle Lennard, AYE its me man!
Uncle Lennard: *sitting on a bench* aw hell, they done let this negro in
Black Guy: *walks up* aye uncle, man im so glad to see you here
Uncle Lennard: hey man... so they let you in huh..
Black Guy: Yea man, but to be honest i barely got in. Bruh at the gate said that thanks to my blood donation i saved a few hundred people so it kinda balanced out everything.
Uncle Lennard: well ain't that bout a bitch
Black Guy: Huh?
Uncle Lennard: nothin.. its nothin nephew.. *stands up* good to see ya.. *walks off*
Black Guy: Dam what was that about??
Black Guy: *walking around* i wonder what was up with Unc just now..
-An All White with Gold Trim Cadillac pulls up next to him-
Black Guy: *looks up* OMG!!! UNCLE CRAIG!!
Uncle Craig: *looks over* aww hell naw, no they didn't!
Black Guy: Uncle Craig its me. What up baby!
Uncle Craig: Yea i see you nigga, they just lettin anyone in now huh?
Black Guy: Whatchu mean?
Uncle Craig: Aye, All Lives Matter i guess huh
Black Guy: All lives matter.... *Thinks*
Black Guy: *flash backs to him tweeting all lives matter against black protest*
Black Guy: *makes a deep gasp*
Uncle Craig: uh huh, you done fucked up big time nephew
Black Guy: look that was back in the past. i aint-
Uncle Craig: and don't think we ain't see those post you made talking mess about dark skin women
Black Guy: But i...
Uncle Craig: ooo wait till yo great ancestors see yo ass *skirrrts off*
Black Guy:
As im writing this, i kinda figured this could be pretty good for a lil series. Like a story talking about the history and effects of racism and colorism. Like a black satire or like a old school spike lee joint 🤔
Something different
Idk, Lemme know what y'all think. i can make this just a regular storytime post, or into a big story with chapters and junk..
i'll decide from the feedback 😬👍🏾
#me#black tumblr#tumblr#storytime#writer#black community#black story#black men#black women#history#racism#colorism#vote#black support#stories#satire#story#black writers#my shizz#story preview#sp
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A Coon In A Colorful Heaven- Chapter 2: “Forever is a Mighty Long Time...”
Coon- A black person who is ignorant to white discrimination and unknowingly suffers with self hatred
This chapter continues to follow the eternal story of a man named Damien. When we last saw Damien he had awoken in his own Hell awaiting Judgment. Damien was being judged by his own personal Angel named “Angie”, as she read off a list of his sins that were condemning him to hell; in hopes of having him understand and accept his fate. But during Damien’s judgement Angie saw something “interesting” withing his conflictions. Was it Hope? Confusions? Or maybe she Pitied the poor soul? Regardless of what Angie saw, Damien would soon come to realize that even in Heaven you can still create your own Hell; and that spirits that belong in Heaven, Stay in Heaven...
*A Bright Light Crashed down, dissipating leaving Damien laying on his back*
Damien: *sitting up, rubbing his head* ow that...hurt?
Damien: You can still feel pain in Heaven? I thought in Heaven you couldn’t feel anything ba- *deep gasp*
As Damien looked up he had saw a Realm that many had and still Dream of, yet all are completely wrong. Heaven.. a Realm made of pure imagination. Shapes and Buildings. Clouds and Water. Animals and Tress. Some Buildings that look old and familiar. Some buildings that look..Impossible. Colors of different shades and hues, but somehow all perfectly harmonized. People Flying through the sky and walking around. Some wearing familiar clothes, some wearing nothing at all..
Damien: *eyes start to water* This place is... this place is-
???: Paradise right?
Damien: *looking up* Angie!?
Angie: Hola
Damien: *standing up* What are you doing here?? Are you like my Guardian Angel or something?
Angie: Oh no not at all! that’s a whole nother headache that i’m no longer apart of.
Angie: I’m just here as a guide of sorts
Damien: A guide?
Angie: Yep! as you can see Heaven is literally an endless place of space and possibilities. Souls are scattered all over the place
Angie: Some in places that are highly populated. Some in personal “Zones” or area’s unknown to everyone but them.
Angie: Heaven is a big place, so Angels like me are here to help you find what you’re looking for first, like families and friends or maybe help create your own zone.
*A few feet away from Angie and Damien, another soul crashes down and is greeted with a huge crowd of family and friends*
Damien: wow what a huge family.. why wasn’t anyone waiting for me?
Angie: Ehh... let’s just say that you being here is a surprise,, a very uncommon one.
Damien: *takes a deep breath* wow.. really..
Angie: Yea.. but listen that’s kind of why you’re here anyways. See the reason i-
Damien: Listen you don’t have to explain... i think i get it.
Angie: Do you really?
Damien: Yea... i’m the first of my bloodline to make it into Heaven and it’s kinda big deal.
Angie:
Angie: Boy are you dumb or retarded!? Do you know how huge your bloodline is and continues to be!?!
Angie: And you think that out of the MILLIONS before you, that you’re the first to make it!?
Damien: I mean yea kinda..
Damien: Look im not dumb enough to think that my Ancestors in the B.C time didn’t make it. But from what i can remember about most of my personal family.. most weren’t great people and not enough donated blood to make it into Heaven like i did.
Angie: You’re just so...
Angie: You know what. How about i just take you to their sector, so you can see for yourself. This was kinda the point in the first place.
Damien: We have our own sector??
Angie: Yup and they’ll be more than surprised to see you. I’m very excited to see the upcoming results
Damien: Results? what are you-
*A Bright Light crashes down on Damien, Taking him up to his family’s sector*
Angie: Now what will it be Damien, Peace or Silence?...
*A Bright Light crashes down leaving Damien on his feet*
Damien: -doing here?..
Damien: Angie? *looking left and right* Angie!?
A Young Girl Walking in a distance: I recognize that voice.. i know... i know they didn’t
Damien: *looks and sees the young girl* Hey excuse me can you help me out!?
The Young Girl in the Distance: OOOO! Pam and Craig are gonna flip on this one *A Bright Light crashes down taking her away*
Damien: What in the hell was that about?..
Damien: *walking around* wooow, this place is beautiful
Damien: I can’t believe my bloodline has its own sector. Everything looks different but at the same time familiar.. and there’s so many people here.
Damien: *looks around* aye, aye! Aunt Veronica, Aye it’s me
Aunt Veronica: *Flying by*
Damien: Dam... maybe she didn’t hear me.. she was pretty high up..
Damien: If she’s here i wonder who else is.. *walking around* this place is really beautiful
Damien: omg is that... AYE, AYE! Uncle Lennard, AYE its me man!
Uncle Lennard: *sitting on a bench* aw hell, they done let this negro in
Damien: *walks up* aye uncle, man im so glad to see you here
Uncle Lennard: hey Damien... so they let you in huh...
Damien: Yea man, but to be honest i barely got in. Shawty at the gate said that thanks to my blood donation i saved a few hundred people, so it kinda balanced out everything.
Uncle Lennard: well ain’t that bout a bitch
Damien: Huh?
Uncle Lennard: nothin.. it’s nothin nephew.. *stands up* good to see ya.. *walks off*
Damien: Dam what was that about??
Damien: *walking around* i wonder what was up with Unc just now..
*An All White with Gold Trim Cadillac pulls up next to him*
Damien: *looks up* OMG!!! UNCLE CRAIG!!
Uncle Craig: *looks over* aww hell naw, no they didn’t!
Damien: Uncle Craig its me. What up baby!
Uncle Craig: Yea i see you nigga, they just lettin anyone in now huh?
Damien: Whatchu mean?
Uncle Craig: Aye, All Lives Matter i guess huh
Damien: All lives matter…. *Thinks*
Damien: *flashes back to him tweeting all lives matter against black protest*
Damien: *makes a deep gasp*
Uncle Craig: uh huh, you done fucked up big time nephew
Damien: look that was back in the past. i ain’t-
Uncle Craig: and don’t think we ain’t see those post you made talking mess about dark skin women and what happened between you and Lexis
Damien: ooo wait till yo great ancestors see yo ass *skirrrts off*
Damien:
Damien: *panicking to himself* what the fuck! were they all watching me this whole time…
Damien: *his heart starts to pound fast* no way. no way. no fucking way
Damien: If Uncle Craig is here… then the chances of Aunt Pam being here is-
*A Bright Light crashes down leaving behind The Young Girl from before and Aunt Pam*
The Young Girl: Mmhmm there he is Aunt Pam *points at Damien*
Aunt Pam: You got alot of God damn nerve showing up here! *marches towards Damien*
Damien: Look Aunt Pam i-
Aunt Pam:
Damien: *stumbles back, holding his cheek in shock* that.. really hurt.. alot?
Aunt Pam: GOOD! it was suppose to and i got more where that comes from! *goes to throw a punch at Damien*
*A Young Man Grabs Pams arm and pulls her back*
Young Man: CHILL! This isn’t worth anything!
Aunt Pam: *struggling and jerking around to get free* THE HELL IT IS!!
Aunt Pam: 15 years Damien! 15 years i watched over your trifling disrespectful ass going around hurting whoever and doing whatever you wanted hoping that you’d change one day
Aunt Pam: But after seeing what you did to your Wife and Daughter and the trauma you left behind damaging a whole generation to come. i refused to watch over you for a second more!!
Aunt Pam: LET GO OF ME GOD DAMMIT!
Young Man: *lets go of Pam*
Aunt Pam: You embarrassed me and this whole family! leaving others to clean up the mess you caused… so many souls lost because of you and you don’t even know it..
Aunt Pam: You should be in Hell just like your Father..
The Young Girl: oh shit..
Damien: *lifts his head up in shock* Huh?…
Aunt Pam: Just looking at you just makes me sick
Damien: *falls on his back*
Young Man: PAM!
Aunt Pam: He’ll be fine, im going back to my zone anyways *A Bright Light crashes down taking Pam away*
Damien: *slowly starts to sit up*
Young Man: *looks at The Young Girl* Can you go check on Pam and make sure she calms down
The Young Girl: Sure it might take a few thousand years but that doesn’t really matter now does it. *A Bright Light crashes down taking The Young Girl away*
Damien: not really feeling like paradise anymore…
Young Man: *looks down at Damien* I think we both know she has a right to be angry
Young Man: How did you even get in here?
Damien: Some dumb Angel said my blood donation saved lives so im here now
Damien: But to be honest if this is what i have to expect for an eternity, then i think i was better off in Hell
Young Man: *looks at Damien’s foot* Keep talking like that and you just might find yourself there
Damien: what are you talking abou- *Damien sees that his foot is starting to deteriorate just like in his judgement room*
Damien: HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK!!
Young Man: Relax you still got time.. but you’re only going to stay in Heaven if you belong in Heaven.
Young Man: So that means me and you are going to have to talk
Damien: Who the hell are you anyways!!
Young Man: *leans over and sticks his hand out to Damien* Hi my name is Chris and i’m your grandson.
THE END OF CHAPTER 2
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[ao3 Link] . [Part One]
Megamind drops out of the media. Though the media doesn’t drop him.
The spike in his frequent fights with Metro Man has done a complete 360, much to the relief of the locals and to the disappointment of tourists. The news and media alike have leaped onto his sudden change like scavengers to fresh offal. Talk of his recent rendezvous, or lack thereof, are on everyone’s mind.
“He’s a maniac,” some talk-show host said into the speaker, hunched over a desk looking quite aggressive. The screen of the television baths the blue alien in a dull electronic glow illuminated his reflective eyes. He frowns at the person but having no good point to disagree. He’s just offended someone would be so bold to jump into the obvious.
“He’s a maniac, and Metro Man has been taking his sweet-ass time in trying to bring this alien-fuck down. Sure, sure, all-righteous and no-killing and what not. I’m sorry but he’s just pious.” Not just ballsy, but controversial. “My only guess as to why Megamind has abruptly vanished like a phantom is because our city’s hero finally grew a pair and kicked his skinny blue ass into the next life. And by God will none of us miss him. Look at what a shit-show he’s turned this city into—“
Megamind turns the TV off by throwing the remote so hard that it shatters the screen.
Sighing, he crawls out of his little nest of blankets and decides it’s time. He’s been procrastinating enough; he’s done nothing for the past two weeks and it’s getting to his head.
His plan to tell Roxanne started out sounding like the only resort to fixing him and his dumb extraterrestrial make-up, but he’s been pushing it off since he got home the last time he broke out of prison. Who knew he could really raise some hell by simply doing nothing.
Roxanne has made few appearances on television since her last kidnapping. Sadly enough, due to his absence, she had little to do (at least, to the public eye). She was the main reporter, focusing on Metro City’s star inhabitancies. Metro Man had nothing much to do besides helping little old ladies or getting cats from trees—not worthy of making an emergency announcement on the news.
And since he hasn’t seen her, he’s going into such a stump he’s made several near attempts to just show up at her place with no spray. How would she respond?
Well, he’d find out tonight.
He filled the invisible car up with his home-made energy source, making sure it wouldn’t run on empty. Tonight he was going out, far enough to reach the boonies.
And he wouldn’t be alone.
Megamind, unsure of how she’d react but knowing this would be practically life or death for him, grabbed a few essentials. The de-gun. Knock-out spray. Rope. You know. The usual. This had to go as smooth as possible for him to get serious with her, to assure her he’d never bother her again as long as he got this off his chest so he could wallow in misery with a peace of mind.
So, making sure she’s home with the affirmation from one of his spy-bots, Megamind packs up his things in the car and zooms out of the Lair before Minion can so much as ask “Where are you going, Sir?”
When he gets to her building, he uses a brainbot to fly him up to her balcony. She never locks it (Oh, Roxanne, I do question your sanity sometimes), so when he pushes the glass doors open, he enters a relatively quiet domain.
The lights over her tiny kitchen are on, illuminating her one-person apartment. Sniffing, and catching the remnants of her perfume, he follows it until—
“Mega—“ Before he gives her time to even finish saying his self-given name, he whips around and gives her a reasonably large dose of spray. She gasps, eyes roll up, and her body drops in a dead weight. Flinging out an arm he catches her, unable to keep his hungry eyes from the expanse of her pale, bare neck. Megamind splays his fingers across her bare, marveling at seeing her for the first time in weeks. It’s been too long.
Tonight she’s wearing civvies. A pair of dark wash skinny jeans and a white peasant blouse with little red and blue flowers along the neck and sleeves. She’s missed a barber appointment, he thinks, as her hair is exactly two centimeters longer than usual. Her hair’s also a bit damp, curling ever so slightly at the very ends. She not wearing makeup, either, letting him see all of her little brown freckles dusting her cheeks, like little stars in a milky white setting. He licks his lips.
Megamind ties her wrists and covers her mouth with a cheap duck tape. He’s never taped her mouth shut before, but for once he doesn’t want her screaming or complaining. And despite every Hollywood movie where the bad guy tapes the victim’s mouth shut, it’s very possible to remove it without the use of hands.
He carries her out bridal style, whistling for the brainbot to bring him back to the car. Once on the ground, he tucks her into the passenger seat and pulls the belt on, all before getting in himself.
And then he drives. He drives for a long time, content for the moment to sit in silence beside the soft rumble of the car’s engine.
Swerving through Metro City’s night traffic, the city lights gleaming in this never sleeping place, he keeps his head low as he goes, so stressed he finds himself clutching the wheel so hard it threatens to snap. The leather of his gloves scrunches.
They (he; she’s still knocked out) drive out of the midnight city into the rolling countryside, past the lake and past the forests. Lush green hillsides and vast farm lands. He can hear the road scratch under the car tires as asphalt turns into gravel and dirt.
After about forty minutes of driving, he can tell Roxanne is beginning to stir. Quickly, he pulls up beside a huge oak tree in the middle of no where, and void of another living soul for miles.
Well. There is a cow outside but it’s like, ten feet away minding its own business.
As the car comes to a stop, he turns the key and all is instantly quiet.
With a soft grunt, Roxanne squirms in her seat and consciousness slowly comes to. He doesn’t watch her, choosing to star at his bony knees and twiddle his thumbs. All he can hear is her movements, and his own rapidly beating heart.
“M…Mmm?” Her eyes slowly open, blinking in the dim atmosphere. Her eyes then open wider, and she looks around for the usual sights of a kidnapping. Seeing as they’re only in the car, and her mouth is taped, she abruptly begins to struggle.
“Wait!” He says frantically, trying to calm her like one would do for a wild horse. “It’s okay! This isn’t a kidnapping! Well, technically it is but it’s just us—“
“MMM!?” She starts to work her mouth through the tape in earnest, tongue visibly trying to lick at the stickiness.
“Please, wait! This is—I just want to tell you something. Something… important. I promise on my ancestors that you have full permission and more to beat me outside but… please. Just listen to me. Please, Miss Ritchi.”
Her struggling stops, and she turns to him with a suspicious glare. He bows his head, flushing in shame. She hates me.
Though she’s trapped him under an intense stare, snaring him more than he had with her, Roxanne goes still as if awaiting for whatever stupid thing he’s got to say to her.
“I… want to apologize, for my behavior two weeks ago. It was unforgivable.”
“Mm.”
“But—I… I…”
She glares harder. Ashamed of himself, he turns his stare to the dashboard.
“I love you.”
He doesn’t look up to catch her reaction, but she doesn’t respond verbally.
“I love you, I love you, I love you.” He bangs his forehead against the steering wheel with each confession, feeling all the pint up emotions in him pouring out like water from a broken dam. It burns his insides with glorious relief and bittersweet shame all at once. Yet it keeps flowing. “And I’m so, so sorry. It’s—not my choice, Miss Ritchi. I can’t help it. My b-body…Ah—s—“ he stutters, so anxious it’s close to making him piss himself. He can feel it claw at this throat, threatening tears. “My species… we d-don’t have crooches, like a human. We… fall in love. Hard. And once. Only once. Once and only with one person. And that’s it. We mate for life, like doves. Or beavers. Wolves. I-It doesn’t matter. But once the relationship is formed that’s it. Cheating or finding a second love if the other leaves or dies is purely an earthly concept. My own p-parents, they—they only had eyes for each other. Sex or romance wasn’t even a concept I understood before I met y—…. I didn’t chose you, Miss Ritchi. I didn’t want this to happen. You don’t deserve this. I’ve already turned your life into a living hell, and for that I cannot apologize enough, even onto my grave. My transgressions are unforgivable. Yet, even being here on Earth I cannot…. There is no place for me. My planet, it’s… I’m all that’s left. And Minion. I didn’t think I could possibly imprint on anyone, much less a human, in this way. Yet… I am so sorry. It’s all my fault. I should have known…”
She’s fidgeting ever so softly beside him, he hears the crinkle of the tape.
He doesn’t realize he’s crying until he takes in a staggering breath, wet tears rolling down his sharp face and trickling on his lips. Salty like the sea.
He can’t bring himself to speak again in fear of weeping like a damn baby, but he feels as vulnerable as one in the moment. Weak. Childish. Pathetic.
The car falls into a silence, with his shaky breaths and a light breeze rolling against the windows. Other than that, it’s as quiet as a void. He glances at her from the corner of his eye, and sees her staring outside at the cow as if it had done something personal to disrespect her.
They sit in silence for a long time.
“I’m done,” he suddenly says.
He hears her move around again.
“I’m… I’m done. With this business,” he gestures to himself in general, to the car, to his gun. “I mean, there are things you don’t know about. Things I’ve done behind cameras. In the underworld. I’ve committed enough sins to last multiple lifetimes over. There’s blood on my hands. Miss Ritchi. Like you wouldn’t believe. And… I’m going to give it up. I can’t keep doing this…
“This such a archaic concept for me. Aah, uh, did you know… Of course you wouldn’t… The males, sometimes even the females, of my kind have to… catch the other sometimes. To express that they feel the same way. Avoids miscommunication or misplaced feelings. My own father… had to sneak into my mother’s household as teenagers to propose to her. It’s—I didn’t even realize it until recently I was courting you! Unconsciously! I’m—God I’m so sorry, Miss Ritchi. I just need to go away. “
She lets out a muffled sound again.
“I’m moving from this place,” he looks around at the vast farmland, the dot of the city in the distance, reflected by his rear-view mirror. “Romania sounds nice. I do a lot of business over there. Lots of forests and hillsides where there’s no one for miles. I can’t bother you or anyone out th—”
Roxanne suddenly spits.
Looking over to her in surprise, he sees she has vanquished the duck tape and has rolled it up in her mouth to spit it onto the dashboard. Turning on one hip, she faces him with such a glower it chills him to the very bone.
“Don’t. You. Dare,” she hisses.
He shrinks in his seat.
“Don’t you dare drop this on me and say you’re just gonna leave!” She yells, pulling against her taped wrists. He opens his mouth to let out a string of never ending apologies, but—she’s starting to cry, he sees, much to his absolute horror. Has he truly upset her this bad? He really was a monster.
“How—you stupid, stupid man,” she cries out, and suddenly—he sees her raise her arms, still taped by the wrist, and he honestly thinks he’s about to be hit when—
She loops her arms around his big blue head and latches onto his neck, yanking him closer and making him clumsily fall onto the stick shift as—
Her mouth is on his. So hard do their mouths come together that their teeth clack, faces clashing together he barely has time to process what’s happening. Gasping, hands wild and unsure in the air as she seemingly tries to suck his soul out, but—he knows what’s happening, mildly, but a bigger part of him is convinced he’s dreaming or hit his head.
The feeling of her lips touching his, though, is electrifying. Every nerve in his body begins to sing and scream all at once, overwhelming him with a sensation override. She moans and presses closer, both of them awkward and clumsy as they clutch at the other from opposite seats. Clutched… he feels his hand involuntarily grab her waist, holding his close but terrified he’s mixing the signals. It feels so so so good, though, and—
She pulls away before he can even realize he was responding back, albeit unsurely. Arms locked around his neck, he mentally curses himself for tying her up. But. It felt like the thing to do at the time.
“You listen to me you son of a bitch,” she viciously spats. “You come to my place, ten’o’freakin’clock at night, and tell me you love me only then to say you’re leaving? What the actual hell!?”
He attempts to pull back, hide in his shell, run away from her furious reprimand, but his neck is still trapped by her arms. Shit. Really a bad decision to tie her up. The alien’s prepared to say something, anything, to show how much of a lowly creature he is in her light, but all that comes out of his throat are choked warbles and whimpers. “I—“
She sniffles.
He meets her eyes in surprise to see two glassy blue orbs meeting his. Frantically, he try to console the weepy female by nervously patting her back. “Ah—M-Miss Ritchi—“
“You were such an A-hole,” she says, sobbing. “Megamind, for once you were actually cruel. It scared me.”
“Oh, oh my dear—No, no, my sweet, no! I wasn’t—“ he swallows. “I wasn’t trying to be cruel. I was just frustrated. With myself. With my instincts. I—if I behaved any less I would have made a fool of myself.”
“Well, you already did that by yelling at me, you cabbage.”
“I-I’m sorry.”
“You made me feel like a whore the last kidnapping.”
He remembers that dress she wore. Wine red, rimmed in black. His... comment to it. Megamind bows his head and clenches his whole body. “I am sorry.”
“And you made me worry about you. I haven’t seen you in weeks.”
Confused, he looks up at her. Roxanne then pulls at her arms and lets him go from between them. Gesturing with her wrists, he catches her drift and pulls out his trusted butterfly knife and whips it out, glad to have something to do with a tool he’s familiar with. Nothing else felt familiar; alien and strange.
As the plastic finally rips away, her skin safe from his sharp little friend, she wraps her hands around his neck and yanks him to her again. Eyes wide, he numbly feels her kiss him a few quick, consecutive times before—
She slaps him in the chest.
He’s nearly got a concussion from how bad the whiplash is.
“Is it true?” Roxanne demands. He’s unable to speak. “Is it true? Do you love m—“
“Yes. Yes, I love you. A million times over.”
This little woman shakes her head, eyes glistening with something he can’t begin to understand. He feels like he’s drowning, with a weight tied to his feet to prevent him to swimming to the surface. He can't breath. She then grabs onto his shoulders. Shaking her head again, she says, “Then don’t go to Romania. Don’t leave Metro City. This place is our-your home.”
“Miss Ritchi, I can’t… stay around you anymore,” his voice breaks. “I can’t without—“
Her lips are on his again.
Shocked, but rapidly trying to learn this new skill she’s apparently trying to teach him, he responds as best he can. Periwinkle blue to unpainted pink, their lips press against each other, seining the warmth and the wet of the other’s mouth. He once saw this activity between lovers an unsanitary and strange thing, but now he understands its meaning. His lips are quite sensitive, and this kissing sets his body to flame, scrambling towards something he can’t seem to catch.
When she pulls away, he follows her, not wanting this connection to end. A tiny bead of saliva snaps between them as their lips depart.
“For such a genius, you can be unbelievably dense.” She cups his face. “I love you Megamind."
What.
"God, I love you. And your behavior, this month—I thought you’d finally lost it. Or just got tired of me.”
His first instinct is to respond yes, yes he has lost it, completely and utterly, but—
“You—you what—“
Roxanne shakes her head again, this time smiling so wide that it nearly reaches her ears, all pearly whites on display for him. She lets him go, finally, letting him think straight. Which is bad because his brain runs in about five hundred directions. Blinking rapidly to disperse the tears in her wet lashes, she continues with, “I’m glad you told me this. Because—I was considering on moving as well.”
He jolts in his seat.
“I sometimes get job offers in other places. This time… I had an offer in Liverpool.”
“Leeverpul!? What’s can you find in Leeverpul?”
“I like the British accent. And it’s far, far away from here.”
Hapless, he stares at his knees.
“Hey,” she pulls him out of his stupor. “Look at me. That’s better. Now. That stuff you said about… imprinting on me? Is that true, too?”
“All of it,” he breaths.
Roxanne nods her head and leans back against the leather seats. “Then listen to me. I love you with all of my heart. I have for a long time, Megamind. So it hurt me, so, so much with how much of a dick you were suddenly turning into. You may as well have stabbed me in the heart.” He winces. “And then you just up and vanished. Gone. Everyone is talking about you!”
He can’t believe what she’s saying. It’s nothing like he ever imagined happening in any probable outcome of this. She… actually… returned his feelings? What??? What witchcraft is this!? He really must’ve bumped his head hard!
“I... know. I see the news. I see my lack of an appearance in the public eye has given you less work… Ah, are you sleeping better?”
She looks at him in confusion.
“You were always falling asleep.”
Roxanne lets out a loud sigh. “I know… I know…”
“Why.” It isn’t a question.
“I always thought you were just a bit ol’sweetheart that grew up on the wrong side of the law. I fall in love with you a little harder every time you goof around like that. I hate that you’re always destroying something or trying to start a fight, but it was a little endearing.” She lets out another loud exhale. “And then you started acting like I was shit under your shoe.”
“N—!“
She raises a hand, and he immediately goes silent.
"So I started drinking. Tried to drink the pain away. But that doesn't work," her voice breaks a bit.
He wants to bang his head against the wall.
“And I hate that you dragged me out here,” she motions toward the countryside. “You don’t have to ship yourself off to God knows where, but stopping the kidnapping would be nice. Even if it’s apart of your… culture.”
“Whatever-Whatever you desire," he swears reverently.
“What I desire,” she says, placing a hand on his knee, “is for you to take me home.”
He nods, expecting that answer.
“And I want you to come up with me. We’re gonna have a talk.”
“O-kay...?”
Suddenly she leans over again and presses his lips to his cheek. With his breath hitching, because its still a lovely, foreign feel to him, she adds, “And then I’m going to show you how much I love you, too.”
“W—“
“I know you, Megamind. I can see it in your face. Now. Take us home, sweetheart.” She kisses his lips again.
This time he knows what to do, and copies her actions better than before. It feels like fireworks.
He’s glad he told her.
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eliot spencer for the ask game?
one character: Eliot Spencertwo colors: Red, bronzethree emotions: Amusement, annoyance, shamefour relationships: Parker, Shelly, Quinn, his dadfive episodes: The Tap Out Job, The French Connection Job, The Rundown Job (fuck me), The Last Dam Job (FUCK ME), The Rashomon Job (fuck everything)six traits: Caring, aggressive, closet nerd, gets angry about the wrong thing, always trying to do better, does his best to help others learn from his mistakesseven scenes: Him talking to Molly over the comms in The Carnival Job, “don’t ask me that, Parker” from THAT ONE SCENE THAT HURTS SO GOOD, his hand on the back of Hardison’s neck in The Grave Danger Job, haha I’m crying remember that time he almost shot a guy so Nate wouldn’t have to, also remember that time he sincerely offered to kill someone for Parker even though he didn’t do that anymore, singing “Thinking of You,” pretending to viciously murder Parker in a bathtubeight quotes:
“It makes us... us. Now you can take it as a gift, or you can take it as a curse. But that’s up to you.”
“Bad choices are still bad choices. Doesn’t matter why you made ‘em.”
“That guy... kid, he had God in his heart and he had a flag on his shoulder. Clean hands. And I ain’t seen him in the mirror in over ten years. And believe me... I get up every morning looking for him.”
“I see art. When I’m in the kitchen, I’m, I’m creating something out of nothing, you know what I mean? And sometimes I crush it, sometimes it’s crap, but either way, it makes me feel something.”
“I learned a long time ago you can’t control the violence. I can take the punishment. It’s what I do. What I need to control is not out there. It’s here. Always.”
“I’m gonna punch you so hard your ancestors hurt!”
“Thanks, man, I squeezed like, fresh lemon juice on it.”
“TILL MY DYING DAY.”
#leverage#eliot spencer#thank you so much he is my favorite character of all ever from anything#heavenlysams
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WTF —We The Free
Sexual assault, sexual remark. “Don’t dress that way, carry a knife, pepper spray, don’t walk alone, piss yourself that will scare him away.” “Protect yourself, don’t walk alone.” Be afraid to walk, to dress, to make eye contact. Victim blame. “What a shame. Should have been more careful.” Life destroyed, maybe two, if they find the fucker. She never reported it...too humiliated...so who knew.
It’s disgusting, but there’s less discussing.
Let’s discuss then the plight of black men.
It was called slavery then. It’s all unfair. “That was the past—the world has changed?” Yeah kiss my ass. It’s all the same.
Little boy in middle school can’t wear his cornrows, he looks like a gangster and “man we’re all sick of those.” She can’t wear her dreads either “it’s not natural looking.” Protective hairstyle? “No that’s an excuse.” She wears an Afro, “it looks too loose.” Little innocent kids can’t wear any style. “Were sick of them like misfits with knots in their heads.”
Boy just came out of the closet. Push him back in. “We’re not here for that fag shit. Act like a man.”
Watch men and women have sex on a tv screen. But “Those girls can’t hold hands because it’s inconvenient for me,” says the angry straight man. “If I can’t get a boner it’s not for me,” base your whole life around their wants and needs. “You can’t get married! It’s not the lords way!” Can’t get married cause one god “says it’s not okay.”
Epstein didn’t kill himself. There’s a meme about a cat. Table scraps of your happy meal go to the garbage and get eaten by the rats. Children starving in countries far away from MY table. “Their stomachs LOOK fat, they get fed well enough.”
No that’s just water retention and fluid buildup. Epstein didn’t kill himself.
“They’re hungry.” This doesn’t cross our minds because we don’t live from day to day looking for a meal that we aren’t able to find. We don’t walk around worried about mines. We don’t worry about soldiers and the guns they carry as they walk through our town—we don’t know the meaning of SCARY.
“Take off your hijab! Don’t you know you’re being suppressed? Women should be free! Why can’t I show my chest?!”
“Take off your turban, terrorist! Go back to your own county!”
“You’re in America learn English! What’s Navajo? If I can’t understand it you can’t speak it though!”
“New app out lets you translate languages! I can finally understand the Asian lady who does my pedicures! I can show her what English is.”
“You don’t look very Mexican. Where’s your maracas and sombrero? Hey can you help me translate the Taco Bell menu?”
Cultural appropriation, date rape drug infatuation.
United we stand, one nation.
Under gods.
We’re invisible.
With liberty and justice for only some, while others rot in a slum, get called a bum, surrounded by the sounds of guns.
“Get a job,” “get off your ass,” “quit begging for cash,” “your troubles will pass.”
How many lies and societal cries must we stand? March in a line, fists raised to the sky. Pray for change while another man dies. We tell ourselves lies and smoke pipe dreams of a better world.
But we could use our lungs for better. We could learn to stand together until there’s no protest against them,or against us, because we’re all one and it’s time we started acting that way.
All came from the same place—the same cells—the same space—the same stars.
Fuck race, fix societies scars. You all look the same to me but I can’t show you the world through my eyes. Not even if you put my shoes on.
So we march on. The same timeless battles our ancestors fought. The same arguments that leave us divided and distraught.
Breathe in...open up...try to listen...for once just shut up. Hear something other than your own stories and opinions. Take in someone else’s pain, breath in the struggles they keep in their brain. Let them open up. Try to listen and understand. Try to shut up and take in someone else’s fears, perspective, life objective.
Try to be one again. Try to go back to space where there’s cosmic dust and not factory ash. Try to go back to earth where there’s growth through death and repeat the cycle. Inequality is our damming quality.
Life goes on but anger doesn’t have to be our default.
Life goes on no matter how many times we fall.
Life goes on
We are one.
And life goes on.
Hatred for none.
And life goes on.
Nowhere to run.
And life goes on.
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Baby ive always been like this as a kid
Only difference is, i didnt have you
Baby i need you to bear with me
The world needs me, a sweet cherokee
To burn this disease called plastic,
everyone has it
Oh my god what have i done
Breathe rest easy, i have to chill
These dam commercials and all their pills
You cant stop me, i try, trust me
the ancestors inside my head
i cant get them out, help me
So i embrace them, curse of a Cherokee
Momma always taught me to fight a fair fight
So here i am steppin into the light
My wife beside me, but i dnt kno how long
I have this body thats weak n strong
I have a mission, a purpose, i wont give up
Till all the plastic conversations,
shut the fuck up
Do you hear me
Do you feel me, can u keep up
This funky rhythm needs to step up
Music, our souls intertwined
Hope i can get this message across
From your heart to mine
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