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queergraffiti · 10 months
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at a light rail station in Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA -
"arm trans women / disarm cops"
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radicalgraff · 2 years
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"Arm Trans Women, Disarm Cops"
Sticker seen in Milwaukee, Wisconsin
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underwaterspiderbird · 9 months
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nando161mando · 3 months
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resonanteye · 9 months
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https://vxtwitter.com/skelly_draws/status/1683302225500598274?s=61&t=ZWZ-lbFQq-qyvkkBQ0u1oQ Okay, this is scheduled to check back in on this in a few, let’s run a little experiment with Musky’s bad idea to see if I can algo cheat
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cruelsister-moved2 · 2 years
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sorry but the american lefties who are obsessed with gun ownership are just crazy to me bc its like ok well mass shootings just do not happen here ever but they are like a daily occurrence in the US and there is ONE reason for that. im of course open to acknowledging that in reality its complicated and the last thing u want is a policy that results in minorities disarmed while cops and fascists keep their guns. but i dont think this should ever come without the unequivocal commitment that unregulated gun ownership kills innocent people daily and should always be challenged even IF there isnt an immediate practical solution that can be achieved in one week or something
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I need you to understand that in multiple roles from my previous careers, it used to be my job to come in and clean up the messes that police have made of people’s lives. We can do everything they do better without them.
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jytan2018 · 10 months
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I read the comic in one sitting less than an hour after finishing the movie, and wow I have many Thoughts™.
- It's very obvious the two versions were meant to cater to different audiences AND tell different messages. I don't get why people are going "But the comic was better! It had more nuance!" just because Nimona was easier to root for in the movie.
- The comic was written back when ND Stevenson was still trying to process a lot of stuff, so all the characters are morally grey/straight up evil and the climactic battle is between a Ballister who regrets turning against Nimona, even if it was to save others vs. a Nimona who's too hurt to care if her lashing out was going to hurt innocent people.
- By the time Nimona got a movie adaptation, ND was a lot more secure in his sexuality, so the climactic battle was Nimona vs. the Director, the symbol of religious oppression and bigotry. It's not just about your friends turning on you because you're "too much" for them anymore, it's also about a society that would rather bring itself to the brink of ruin than coexist with you.
- (I totally get why people were upset about Ballister's surname change, though. Like come on, the media dubbing him Blackheart just to be mean was RIGHT THERE).
- Nimona's metaphor for not shifting is such a neurodivergent thing. Even in the comic, Nimona's parents insisting she's a monster who replaced their daughter is reminiscent of the changeling myth, which is what many parents thought their neurodivergent kids were—changelings who replaced their "real" children.
- Ambrosius being trained to cut off HIS BOYFRIEND'S WHOLE FUCKING ARM instead of merely disarming him is a very cop thing to do. As much as cops claim they're trained to de-escalate situations, their training still teaches them to treat everyone as a potential threat, and that level of constant vigilance can turn anyone into a trigger-happy/arm-choppy bastard. Even the Director, who can use a sword but probably hasn't actually fought someone in ages, STILL can't see Ballister reaching for the squire's phone without assuming he has a weapon.
- And on that note, the Queen getting killed simply because she was trying to reform the Institution and allow commoners to become knights? That's the best "no such thing as a good cop" metaphor I've seen. Because even if there ARE good cops and they ARE in leadership positions, the system will crush them before they make any meaningful change. It's not a good institution that turned rotten, it's an institution that only exists to spread its rot and refuses to be good.
- That's why Ballister's characterisation is so different in the movie vs. the comic. Comic Ballister had 15 years to come to terms with his trauma and the Institution's evildoing, while Movie Ballister is still freshly traumatised and hasn't found a way to define himself beyond the role he was assigned by the Institution.
- Not to mention Comic Ambrosius was not very noble to begin with and genuinely believed Ballister was better suited to villainy than heroism, while Movie Ambrosius never wanted the glory that came with his lineage in the first place and only antagonised Ballister because of indoctrination he needed to unlearn (which he did, all by himself, after witnessing the lengths the Director will go to just to kill Nimona).
- It really shows how important it is to surround yourself with loved ones who are open to change. Comic Ambrosius can love Ballister all he wants, but he'll still blast his arm off because he thinks Ballister deserved it anyway. Movie Ambrosius will stop to question what "the right thing" even means, even if he didn't love Ballister enough to defend him unconditionally.
I have so many more thoughts bubbling beneath the surface, but I'll probably address them some other day. In conclusion:
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[ID: A pink-haired Nimona grinning evilly while holding up a knife.]
Watch Nimona. This is not a request.
Edit: Added more thoughts!
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asagi-asagiri · 11 months
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The only gun control we need is no guns for LEO.
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utopicwork · 10 months
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When you get stuck in traffic behind someone with bumper stickers that allude to some strange politics
Edit: now you can stop telling me
[Begin ID: "Three bumper stickers that say: Disarm cops, Arm Children, and Mmm Grapes. Each sticker has a graphic: a gun with a crossed red circle over it, a baby with a sniper rifle, and some grapes" End ID]
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froody · 10 months
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I ask again, what is the purpose of school resource officers other than to instill discomfort in the student body? Other than to brutalize and single out select “problem” students at random, often marginalized ones? There was not one single time during my academic career when I was glad there was a school resource officer in the school. It was a teacher who disarmed a student at my school. Every time there was a violent brawl, it was a teacher who inserted themselves in the middle to stop it. It is teachers who put themselves in front of gunmen to protect their students while the coward cop sticks his thumb in his ass in the parking lot.
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luveline · 7 months
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jade if I’m not too late and requests are still open, can you write bombshell!reader and spence’s first kiss? secretly I think it would be funny if the team saw a hickey on her neck or something that she didn’t expect but oh how I love how soft she is for spence
ty for your request ♡ fem, 1.2k
"It's classic, comfortable anger-excitation," you say, hitting the flat of your ballpoint pen against your fingertip, a repetitive tap. "But his geographical profile is everywhere. No one place is untouched, but if he's as practised as we think he is, he'd kill away from home." 
"Then he's not practised, he's an expert," Hotch says in the seat beside you. "He knows to divert our attention." 
Your tapping increases. Spencer takes a few steps back and puts his hand over yours. You glance up at him. He mimes a deep breath for you to copy. You do it without complaint. 
You're so focused on being perfect that sometimes you forget to breathe. You're very good at being perfect, in Spencer's opinion, perfect hair, perfect face, perfect frenetic hands. And you're doubly perfect at whatever this is, smiling at him with an unquantifiable emotion in what's probably the prettiest set of eyes on planet Earth. 
Spencer puts your pen on your notebook and goes back to his board. The locations of each murder are tacked into a map. You weren't kidding when you said everywhere. 
You're in one of the poorest places in America, and the police station reflects that. There's no conference room for you guys to work undisturbed, and the beat cops and deputy alike can hear and see everything you're doing. Most have the manners to leave you alone, but you're you; you tend to draw attention. 
You've taken up the pen again, clicking and unclicking incessantly. It's an annoying sound but you're not aware that you're doing it, too determined on cracking the case before anything worse happens. Your team knows to ignore you, or even to disarm you. Emily snags the pen from your hand with a friendly laugh. "Jesus, you're tightly wound today." 
"Mm," you murmur, struggling to pull yourself from your notes. A few more seconds and you look up with a blinding smile, "That's because Spencer skimped on my neck massage last night." 
"Come on, pretty boy," Morgan says, though his heart isn't truly in it, "I thought you knew better." 
Spencer shakes his head. You and Spencer had very separate hotel rooms and no sensual touching occurred, but he loves how happy this running joke makes you, so he stays quiet. 
"He knows everything," you say, backtracking, "That's why he's gonna make me a cup of coffee. He knows exactly how I like it." 
He leaves to make you a cup of coffee, but he was heading that way anyway for his own. He's thinking to himself that coffee is a bad idea and that he wishes he was better at saying no to you when you follow him in, your arms already open as you close the two or three steps to his chest and hug him over the shoulders. 
"You didn't say anything when you left," you worry, your embrace overwhelming, sweet and soft and with a loving squeeze to round it off. "I wasn't being bossy, was I?" 
You can be, but not this time. "Shut up, you know I'll make you a cup of coffee whenever you want it." 
"That so?" you ask. 
There's an excess energy you haven't managed to kick today racing through you. He can see the restlessness in your smile, no matter how glitzy. 
"Are you okay?" he asks. 
Spencer's poorly kept secret is that he's obsessed with you. You dote on him, you tease him, you torture him, but Spencer wants all of it and more. He likes being the centre of your attention, loves how your fond flirtation has changed to plain affection, and he would do anything you asked him to if it meant you were gonna kiss his cheek at the end. He thinks you're beautiful and electric and a thousand yards out of his league, and he thinks you're the nicest woman they ever made under all your bravado because not once have you encouraged that line of thought —you like him for him. You don't want him to change. You don't need anything from him he can't give to you. 
His simple question transforms you, your glossy lips perking immediately into a smile. "Why wouldn't I be okay?" 
"You seem tense. I've never given a massage before, but I can actually try," he offers. 
Your hand cups his cheek, your voice aglow with a saccharine quality, "You're lovely, that's why. Maybe I'll take you up on it later–" 
"It's not like–" 
You'd been attempting a sweet thank you, and Spencer was brushing it off, but somewhere in the middle of it you'd gone up on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. Spencer —idiot, uncoordinated, inexperienced, is going to hate himself later Spencer— turned away from your touch to argue with you, directing your lips against his. 
Soft, sticky, pretty lips pressed to his. 
You set back on your heels quickly. Your eyes are wide, beautiful but flared in shock, a sheepishness tugging your brows together as you say, "I'm so sorry." 
"It's my fault," he says quickly, braceleting your wrist in his hand, "I'm sorry–" 
You both lean back in for a second kiss at the same time. Spencer's head angled down and your chin tipped ever so slightly upward, you close your eyes as he closes his, completely silent. It's not often you're quiet. Spencer doesn't mean to, but he kisses too hard, too much, forcing your hand from his cheek as he grabs you either side of the head to keep you in his reach. 
Your breath comes out in a huff that lights his nerve endings on fire, the barest hint of your voice tacked to it like a sigh of relief, like you're taking the edge off in the circle of his arms. Spencer's hand slides behind your head to hook you in, your lips parting at the seam from the pressure. You feel the heat of him and respond with vigour, your hand a nagging demand at the small of his back, pulling him closer, closer, as his other hand trails down your arm. 
Your elbow bumps the coffee mugs, it really is his fault, and you spring away from him like you think you've been caught. Smiling, a kid with her hand in the cookie jar, you throw your gaze around the room to check you're still alone before stepping forward to laugh against his mouth. 
That's a good sound. A great reaction. You have more patience than Spencer, dotting kisses thick with lip gloss up into his top lip, your mouth just open enough for him to feel faint. 
"It was really an accident," he says between shorter, kinder kisses. 
"I know," you murmur, words smushed. You steal a last rather frantic one before you stop, breathing funny, hands smoothing down the hair you'd mussed initially with sorry tenderness. "Was that okay?" 
He puts his hand on your hip, refusing to gratify what feels like a silly question with a response when you can't not know he's been wanting to kiss you for weeks. Maybe months. "Are you sure you're fine?" 
You smile at him like you know something he doesn't. "I'm sure, Spence. I think I just needed to do that." 
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radicalgraff · 9 months
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"Arms Trans Women, Disarm Cops"
Sticker spotted in Tucson, Arizona
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acreepywholockian · 2 years
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Teachers didn't get into teaching to "serve and protect," they got into teaching to TEACH
Like cops go into being a cop knowing it's dangerous, but my mom in 1990 never thought "hmm I'll go to college to teach elementary school kids, which is inherently a risky job-" NO OF COURSE NOT
She got into teaching to TEACH KIDS
Cops get into the police academy aiming to SERVE and PROTECT, and they KNOW that's part of the job
So why the fuck should TEACHERS be afraid to teach kids without having fuckin guns, and why is there even talk of arming them?? Why have cops in schools if they don't defend people from "bad guys with guns"? Isn't that the whole point?? Why weren't THEY the ones going into the schools to disarm the dang Texas shooter?
Sincerely,
A teacher's kid who is getting into social work because they want those who are victimized by cops to have a safer alternative. And because they think people deserve to be listened to, be themselves, and express themselves peacefully without being targeted by the ones who only "serve and protect" with words and empty promises, not deeds
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barrymccaulkinem · 2 years
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When discussing gun control keep in mind nothing is as black and white as you're encouraged to think it is. A lot of leftists, BIPoC, and queer ppl arm themselves and the govt is definitely more invested in disarming them than they are the radical right wing.
limitation on firearm ownership will hurt marginalized people more than anyone else. the pigs are the ones who would be enforcing this remember that? Ppl really out here calling for (overwhelmingly fascist)jackbooted thugs of the state to disarm the populace thinking theyre gonna take guns from the dangerous people?
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