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mckitterick · 11 months ago
Hope for the future
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This is what anti-fascism looks like.
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A bright spot from a friend in Philly:
The Proud Boys - a fascist, white supremacist group with a stupid name - planned a rally a block from my house today. The "belly of the beast" rally. Because apparently that's where I live - the belly of the antifa beast. Whatever the fuck that means.
2 hours before it was supposed to start, the park starts filling up with my neighbors. A drum line shows up. A brass band plays. The anarchists are giving away vegetables and nachos and some artists are selling jewelry. Black leaders give speeches. We chant Breonna Taylor's name. And all the other names.
No right-wing rally every coalesces. There was never room for a critical mass to congregate. A lost-looking man or two walks to the park, doesn't see their people, turns around. A right-wing vlogger trying to debate people is surrounded and walked to the edge of the park. Someone spotted with a handgun is chased through the park, to their car, by over 100 people. The ice cream truck music plays the whole time.
The usual guys sets their chess tables and start playing, the crowd of neighbors start to break up.
Nazis, we will replace you. We will displace you. We will louder and more numerous. We anti-fascists are full of music and love and nachos. We will always replace you.
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anamericangirl · 6 days ago
The transcript of the phone call from Todd Beamer, a passenger aboard Flight 93
Todd: Hello… Operator…listen to me…I can’t speak very loud. – This is an emergency. I’m a passenger on a United flight to San Francisco.. We have a situation here….Our plane has been hijacked…..can you understand me?
Lisa: (exhaling a deep breath to herself) I understand… Can the hijackers see you talking on the phone?
Todd: No
Lisa: Can you tell me how many hijackers are on the plane?
Todd: There are three that we know of.
Lisa: Can you see any weapons? What kind of weapons do they have?
Todd: Yes…. they don’t have guns….they have knives – they took over the plane with knives.
Lisa: Do you mean…like steak knives?
Todd: No, these are razor knives…like box cutters.
Lisa: Can you tell what country these people are from?
Todd: No…..I don’t know. They sound like they’re from the mid-east.
Lisa: Have they said what they want?
Todd: Someone announced from the cockpit that there was a bomb on board. He said he was the captain and to stay in our seats and stay quiet.
He said that they were meeting these men’s demands and returning to the airport… It was very broken English, and… I’m telling you…it sounded fake!
Lisa: Ok sir, please give me your name.
Todd: My name is Todd Beamer.
Lisa: Ok Todd….my name is Lisa…Do you know your flight number? If you can’t remember, it’s on your ticket.
Todd: It’s United Flight 93.
Lisa: Now Todd, can you try to tell me exactly what happened?
Todd: Two of the hijackers were sitting in first class near the cockpit. A third one was sitting near the back of the coach section. The two up. front got into the cockpit somehow; there was shouting. The third hijacker said he had a bomb. It looks like a bomb. He’s got it tied to his waist with a red belt of some kind.
Lisa: So is the door to the cockpit open?
Todd: No, the hijackers shut it behind them.
Lisa: Has anyone been injured?
Todd: Yes, ..they…they killed one passenger sitting in first class. There’s been lots of shouting. We don’t know if the pilots are dead or alive. A flight attendant told me that the pilot and copilot had been forced from the cockpit and may have been wounded.
Lisa: Where is the 3rd hijacker now Todd?
Todd: He’s near the back of the plane. They forced most of the passengers into first class. There are fourteen of us here in the back. Five are flight attendants. He hasn’t noticed that I slipped into this pantry to get the phone. The guy with the bomb ordered us to sit on the floor in the rear of the plane……….oh Jesus.. Help!
Lisa: Todd….are you ok? Tell me what’s happening!
Todd: Hello…..We’re going down….I think we’re going to crash……Wait – wait a minute. No, we’re leveling off….we’re ok. I think we may be turning around…..That’s it – we changed directions. Do you hear me….we’re flying east again.
Lisa: Ok Todd…. What’s going on with the other passengers?
Todd: Everyone is… really scared. A few passengers with cell phones have made calls to relatives. A guy, Jeremy, was talking to his wife just before the hijacking started. She told him that hijackers had crashed two planes into the World Trade Center……Lisa is that true??
Lisa: Todd…..I have to tell you the truth…’s very bad. The World Trade Center is gone. Both of the towers have been destroyed.
Todd: Oh God —help us!
Lisa: A third plane was taken over by terrorists. It crashed into the Pentagon in Washington DC. Our country is under attack….and I’m afraid that your plane may be part of their plan.
Todd: Oh dear God. Dear God…….Lisa, will you do something for me?
Lisa: I’ll try….if I can….Yes.
Todd: I want you to call my wife and my kids for me and tell them what’s happened. Promise me you’ll call..
Lisa: I promise – I’ll call.
Todd: Our home number is 201 353-1073…….You have the same name as my wife…Lisa….We’ve been married for 10 years. She’s pregnant with our 3rd child. Tell her that I love her…….(choking up)..I’ll always love her..(clearing throat) We have two boys.. David, he’s 3 and Andrew, he’s 1…..Tell them……(choking) tell them that their daddy loves them and that he is so proud of them. (clearing throat again) Our baby is due January 12th…..I saw an ultra sound… was great….we still don’t know if it’s a girl or a boy………Lisa?
Lisa: (barely able to speak) I’ll tell them, I promise Todd.
Todd: I’m going back to the group—if I can get back I will…
Lisa: Todd, leave this line open…are you still there?……
Lisa: (dials the phone..) Hello, FBI, my name is Lisa Jefferson, I’m a telephone supervisor for GTE. I need to report a terrorist hijacking of a United Airlines Flight 93….Yes I’ll hold.
Goodwin: Hello, this is Agent Goodwin.. I understand you have a hijacking situation?
Lisa: Yes sir, I’ve been talking with a passenger, a Todd Beamer, on Flight 93 who managed to get to an air phone unnoticed.
Goodwin: Where did this flight originate, and what was its destination?
Lisa: The flight left Newark New Jersey at 8 A.M. departing for San Francisco. The hijackers took over the plane shortly after takeoff, and several minutes later the plane changed course – it is now flying east.
Goodwin: Ms. Jefferson…I need to talk to someone aboard that plane. Can you get me thru to the planes phone?
Lisa: I still have that line open sir, I can patch you through on a conference call…hold a mo…..
Todd: Hello Lisa, Lisa are you there?
Lisa: Yes, I’m here. Todd, I made a call to the FBI, Agent Goodwin is on the line and will be talking to you as well.
Todd: The others all know that this isn’t your normal hijacking. Jeremy called his wife again on his cell phone. She told him more about the World Trade Center and all.
Goodwin: Hello Todd. This is Agent Goodwin with the FBI. We have been monitoring your flight. Your plane is on a course for Washington, DC. These terrorists sent two planes into the World Trade Center and one plane into the Pentagon. Our best guess is that they plan to fly your plane into either the White House or the United States Capital Building.
Todd: I understand…hold on……I’ll…….I’ll be back..
Lisa: Mr. Goodwin, how much time do they have before they get to Washington?
Goodwin: Not long ma’am. They changed course over Cleveland; they’re approaching Pittsburgh now. Washington may be twenty minutes away.
Todd: (breathing a little heavier) The plane seems to be changing directions just a little. It’s getting pretty rough up here. The plane is flying real erratic….We’re not going to make it out of here. Listen to me….I want you to hear this….I have talked with the others….we have decided we would not be pawns in these hijackers suicidal plot.
Lisa: Todd, what are you going to do?
Todd: We’ve hatched a plan. Four of us are going to rush the hijacker with the bomb. After we take him out, we’ll break into the cockpit. A stewardess is getting some boiling water to throw on the hijackers at the controls. We’ll get them….and we’ll take them out. Lisa, …..will you do one last thing for me?
Lisa: Yes…What is it?
Todd: Would you pray with me?
They pray: Our father which art in Heaven
Hallowed be thy name,
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
And forgive us our trespasses
As we forgive our trespassers,
And lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil
For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want…
He makes me to lie down in green pastures
He leads me beside the still waters
He restores my soul
He leads me in paths of righteousness
for His name’s sake
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil, for thou art with me…..
Todd: (softer) God help me…Jesus help me….(clears throat and louder)
Are you guys ready?……..
Let’s Roll……………………
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yourdarksidecompanion · 6 days ago
9/11: Salty And Roselle
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These two labs were remarkable dogs who helped their blind owners escape. Salty helped his owner Omar Rivera escape the 71st floor despite Omar’s attempts to get him to leave him. He even tried to get someone else to take him but Salty wasn’t having any of it! Salty made it clear they were in it together and made sure they got down safely.
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Next but not least Roselle, Roselle remained calm and guided her owner Michael Hingson from the 78th floor. The further they went she also attracted 30 people helping them along the way. She would encounter woman panicking after being blinded by debris. This would have her pause as she would begin to lick the woman to try and soothe her. Roselle would successfully get them all out.
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Both dogs would be awarded the Dickins medal among another awards.
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devildoggraphix · 18 days ago
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For the 13... They shall never be forgotten. 🇺🇸
Marines: Staff Sgt. Darin T. Hoover, 31 Sgt. Johanny Rosariopichardo, 25 Sgt. Nicole L. Gee, 23 Cpl. Hunter Lopez, 22 Cpl. Daegan W. Page, 23 Cpl. Humberto A. Sanchez, 22 Lance Cpl. David L. Espinoza, 20 Lance Cpl. Jared M. Schmitz, 20 Lance Cpl. Rylee J. McCollum, 20 Lance Cpl. Dylan R. Merola, 20 Lance Cpl. Kareem M. Nikoui, 20
Navy: Hospital Corpsman Maxton W. Soviak, 22
Army: Staff Sgt. Ryan C. Knauss, 23
Rest In Peace, warriors. You did your duty with the utmost courage and professionalism. Semper Fi.
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sgtgrunt0331 · 16 days ago
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U.S. Marine Sgt. Nicole Gee, a maintenance technician with the 24th Marine Expeditionary Unit, cradles an Afghan infant, during the evacuation at Hamid Karzai International Airport in Kabul, Afghanistan, August 24, 2021.
The 23 year-old wrote "I love me job" on her Instagram caption, as her unit was tasked with processing thousands of Afghan and American evacuees through the airport gates.
Just two days later on August 26, Sgt. Gee and 12 of her fellow service members were killed in a suicide bombing at the airport.
Fair winds and following seas to Sgt. Gee and those who gave their lives to help protect and save others. Your sacrifice was not in vain and you will never be forgotten. Semper Fi. 🇺🇸
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the-modern-typewriter · 11 days ago
I'm really new around here but I've heard you do snippets? And I was wondering if you could do one where the hero becomes hypnotized by the villain? (sorry if it sounds weird...)
Their eyes met.
The hero had never noticed how beautiful the villain's eyes were before; acid green and almost luminous, as if they contained their own light source or constellation. The hero's hand lowered, from where it had been about to punch. How could they possibly punch someone with eyes like that? How could they have thought that someone so lovely could possibly be bad?
"It's alright," the villain murmured. "You're alright, poppet. Just relax."
The hero tried to blink, but they couldn't. They couldn't look away either. A helpless sort of sound caught in their throat.
"My pretty poppet." The villain smiled, still holding their gaze. "I love that you still insist on struggling every time, even when it won't change the outcome. This is nothing that we haven't done before, is it?"
The memories flooded back. Every time they met the villain's eyes, every time they said that...word. Poppet. The things the hero would do. The new mask they would don. The new monster they had been tracking across the city. Ruthless. Bloody. Them. It had been them, all along, dancing across the strings twitched by this villain's hands.
The distress faded almost as soon as it flared, leaving behind a calm that their unhypnotized self would mistake for coldness. The hero didn't feel cold. They simply felt purposeful.
The tension eased from the hero's shoulders.
The villain gave their orders.
They did it all again in a week's time.
The hero squeezed their eyes shut, breathing ragged.
"Oh, poppet. Are you going to fight me blind?" The villain asked.
Poppet. Pretty poppet picked a pick-axe up. Why did the piper tell the perfect poppet to pick the pick-axe up. Pecked and popped and pushed and pulled and puppeted please.
The villain clenched their fists, still in a fighting stance, and thought they might try. They felt the villain's lackeys - their puppets - circling the warehouse around them. The hero knew they could take them...with their eyes open.
But even with their eyes closed, the words still tangled and swirled inside them, tugged at them. They weren't under though. They weren't enthralled, not so long as they didn't look.
"You're a hypnotist, that's what you do." The hero's voice sounded raspy even to their own ears. "But you told me your power was something else, didn't you, while I was under? You used me."
It was all starting to make a terrible sense. The way it felt like there were whole leagues of villains to fight, how dates and numbers and actions couldn't seem to add up right. How they would wake up, and know what they had done that day, until they pressed too hard on the details and came up black.
"I never came to you," the villain said. "You were trying to kill me. You're still trying to kill me. Stay away and maybe you'd all be safe."
"While you use your powers to get whatever you want from people, without consequence? I don't think so."
"It must be a terrible burden, to live with what you have done," the villain said. "I could take that away too. I could wipe you clean."
"You're the reason I have blood on my hands in the first place!" The hero felt, more than heard, the first of the villain's lackeys attack. They dodged, stumbling a step, and the whistle in the air was the only warning. The next blow caught them in the ribs. They doubled over, one hand steadying themselves on the floor.
The next minute was a blur of breaking bone, of elbows and fists and feet. The hero felt bodies drop around them, eerily devoid of any sounds of pain. Then they felt their arms wrestled behind their back and their knees smack against the floor as they were forced to kneel. They felt the villain take hold of their chin and tilt their head up, gently gently, wiping a bead of blood from the hero's split lip.
The hero ached to look. Looking felt like it would make them less vulnerable, less exposed, even when they knew the opposite was true.
"Poppet." The villain sighed. "I'm a hypnotist, not a telepath. I can only suggest. Influence. I don't choose who is susceptible. You did what you did yourself."
"All that power you have, all that rage and revenge inside of you. You stick so carefully to your little rules because there is such darkness inside of you. Is that why you always struggle so hard?"
"No." The hero's eyes snapped open, to glare, on instinct.
Their eyes met.
The hero had never noticed how beautiful the villain's eyes were before; acid green and almost luminous, as if they contained their own light source or constellation. It was easy to get lost in those eyes, indeed it was a pleasure to drown in them. Bottomless, beautiful, green. Almost sad. Were they sad? Scared.
The hero went slack against the arms holding them. They swayed on the spot, a serpent charmed and raw and dripping venom.
"Pretty soon, pretty poppet," the villain said, "you won't need me to become yourself at all. I am merely your gateway drug. Now, go. Don't you have work to do?"
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inqua · 5 months ago
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just because fomortiis is a demon king doesn’t mean he would do baby lyon dirty
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dlyblkanime · 3 months ago
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ofhouses · a month ago
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910. Ryue Nishizawa /// House at Kamakura /// Yamanouchi, Kamakura, Kanagawa, Japan /// 1999-00
OfHouses presents Heroes VI: Sejima & Nishizawa. (Photos: © Shinkenchiku-sha; Hisao Suzuki. Source: El Croquis no.121-122 “SANAA 1996-2004″, pp.167-169; JA no.39 (autumn 2000), pp.35-36.)
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thenakedreviewer · 2 months ago
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That is an amazing analysis.
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sirkayleeofcamelot · 5 months ago
A gentle reminder that most heroes and adventurers did not live planned lives.
You are not late, nor behind, nor wasting your time. This is a crucial part of your journey. You are exactly where you meant be.
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whumpgalore · a month ago
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Right now, I’d settle for you walking straight. || Breathe. C’mon, Peter. Breathe! || He’s burning up. Persistent idiopathic fever. Means they have no idea what’s wrong. || His heart... they don’t know how much more he can take. 
Peter Petrelli in Heroes, 1x11 & 1x12
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smallpandi · 5 months ago
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cookieloverdeluxe · 7 months ago
i don’t care what anyone says gate man from three houses placing first is the funniest thing ive seen all day
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