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choppedcowboydinosaur · 1 year

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Looking back on the Joker movie is funny because film critics and journalists thought it would create mass shootings and incel uprisings. Yet that never happened. Instead he became a protest symbol and a meme. The film critics and journos are still ass mad about it and can never admit they were wrong.

#joker #movie #2019 #supposed mass shooting #meme #film critic #journalists #clutching their pearls #that was so funny #joaquim phoenix

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moregraceful · 10 days

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☕ if the sharkuda were musical...what kinds of music would they make? who's in a band together, who's the band manager; who's doing dj sets at the clubs?

well first of all i subscribe to @18minutemajor's vision of swedish house mafia except i just realized 2/3rds of those men are gone so now i have to go walk into the sea and never return goodbye cruel world.

anyway to continue the edm theme, i think william eklund could be diplo and thomas bordeleau could be skrillex. do with that what you will. tristen robins and ozzy wiesblatt are a weirder version of sofi tukker. scott sabourin/cole cassels/nathan todd are louis the child...if u think they wouldn't need * *** after nathan todd drops "world on fire"...bro. ultra san jose is going to be fire 😤

#sorry 2 k only for this post and i sincerely apologize that i utilize my long term memory only for your art #i just said ''ultra san jose'' out loud and i started laughing #this city would not survive ultra. there would either be a mass shooting or it would wreck the entire local economy. or both #hey was anyone going to tell me skrillex was in from first to last or was i supposed to find that out on wikipedia while trying #to remember wtf his act was with diplo named on my own #bands i read about in spin magazine and never thought about after the year 2006 lmfao #if u don't love me at my thomas bordeleau u don't deserve me at my skrillex 😒#cage replies #ask

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imperiuswrecked · 7 months

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I am so sorry. I can't imagine the pain you are feeling for your family and people. Genocide Biden tweeting his support for genocide while bragging about gun control when my home town Just had the largest mass shooting of the year in this country. He is only in the business of selling murder. I don't know how to respond to something so mindlessly evil. We stand with you everyone in the world with a soul stands with you and Palestine

Thank you. I'm so sorry for the loss of life in your home town, may they all rest in peace. All those people who are in charge are supposed to protect their people but they don't. I think someone once said "once America excused the murders of white American children by mass shooting (sandy hook) that was the end", there's no way America will ever have gun control.

Biden is just the latest in a long line of murderous colonizers who supported and made everything happening today possible. He doesn't give a fuck about peace, none of them did, they only ever cared about their own selfish interests, no thought or compassion for the innocents in their path. They convinced the world not to see Palestinians as humans, because it made it easier for them to keep hurting and killing. Israel wasn't created in a vacuum, UK, US, everyone who helped, their hands are stained with innocent blood. What's happening now isn't new, it's happened all over the world, every single country and people whose homes and lives have been destroyed by colonists greed. We are all connected in our suffering and solidarity.

It shouldn't be this way. The world shouldn't be this way. I always firmly believed that there's good in people, there's good in this world and there is, I know there is, I've seen it. Those medics who are right now asking where they can help people even though they themselves are caught in a rain of hellfire and have lost family members. The journalist whose whole family was targeted and killed going back on the air less than 24 hours after burying his world because he wanted to be the familiar face of truth for so many scared people. The people still out there protesting, giving their voices to the Palestinians who have been silenced. Everyone who boycotted, or donated, who just cared enough to learn the truth. There's good in this world, but it's really hard to see it right now.

I thank you for sharing your compassion with me, but I'm sorry the world is this way. I wish it wasn't.

#im sorry to get so personal #this blog is supposed to be fun and light nd maybe I should have kept everything to my RL sm but its been affecting me over there even worse #and I just dont know how to process any of this #im sorry to type this out so calmly #im at a point where nothing feels real and I keep looking at my clock to see if time is actually moving #i love you and all my friends and everyone and I just want you all to know that bc I feel its important to say #imp answers #palestine #tw: genocide #tw: mass shooting

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ignorantsanonymous · 8 months

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The Tragedy Prayer

"Let us offer up a prayer to those who have perished in this nightmarish act of cruelty today.

And I remind you all, once again, that we pray not to God, but to ourselves; to sharpen our minds and to focus our wills.

Our Power, which burns within Us, exquisite be Our Might.

Our Kingdom come, Our Will be done, on Earth as it is within Us.

Give Us this day our fondest wish, and improve ever upon Us, as we strive ever to improve Ourselves.

And lead Us not into corruption or malaise, but give Us strength to persist in the face of adversity.

Lives have been taken needlessly from Us by a loathsome lost soul on a mission of evil.

May the sickness of this rotten death-urge vacate Our collective Being.

May the exploiters of tragedy find that their words turn to shit in their mouths.

May the deniers of tragedy find that they are denied mercy until they repent.

May the cruelty of this world be alleviated by the love and fellowship and brotherhood and sisterhood and siblinghood that We may find in Ourselves.

To love One Another and to serve One Another and to serve those that love Us.

And may Those whose souls are on this day scorched with pain and anguish find Their way to the balm of kindness.

Let Those who have been so darkly touched by the worst of humanity see now the best of it.

And may Our differences be cast aside, and all the bullshit cut through, until all that is left is the truth.

Let it be so."

-TJ Kirk (May 2022)

#In May of 2022 TJ posted a video discussing the tragedy and politics of the school shooting in Uvalde Texas of the United States #And he ended that video with this prayer #I omitted one word-- the word twenty-one-- the number of lives that were lost in Uvalde that day #because I plan on reblogging this every time a mass shooting happens in this country #I even added the first part to the description of this blog as a general prayer #This channel's name-- Ignorants Anonymous-- is of course a parody of the support groups #the ones that are supposed to aid those with addictions #and those support groups rely heavily on the christian religion as an anchor to help guide their members #though nowadays they try to be more inclusive--as long as you have an entity or concept you hold higher than yourself then #the twelve step program can still apply #along with the name I also wanted to similarly parody the religious aspect of the support group #kind of like how satanists parody abrahamic religions with the name of those religions' opposer #while ironically holding themselves to the message of peace and love preached by those texts than the actual followers of those religions d #You do not have to be atheist to follow this blog or to get use out of it but #I find that the words of TJ Kirk-- The Amazing Atheist-- do a better job at representing the theme of this blog than I ever could #i hope he never discovers this blog personally but if he does i hope he at least approves of my use of his expressions #prayer #tj kirk #the amazing atheist #amazing atheist #terroja kincaid #YouTube

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toalwaysbeme · 2 years

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Wish I never again had to wake up to news of another hate crime on my people. That I never had to hear about another shooting.

#and in my state #in a city i was supposed to visit this week #club q shooting #colorado springs shooting #mass shooting tw #hate crime tw

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noisy-weasel · 9 months

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Nah man insanity difficulty in mass effect 1 is literally just easy as shit lol. Someone online said it should get difficult past level 10 and especially as you do side missions but that's not happening at all. At one point became completely surrounded by like 15 mercenaries with snipers on the balcony and Krogans and did not even get close to dying. I've double checked my difficulty is actually insanity like 5 times. I dunno man.

#mass effect 1 #mass effect #im playing sentinel dont think that class is supposed to be overpowered????#its literally just sabotage overload barrier if i need it and just shoot in head #very easy to shoot in head in this game #but noo its insanely easy #had trouble at first stalkers+colossus fight in liara recruitment mission #almost died to rachni on noveria once #and died to like 50 husks on random planet #but sooooo easy #i heard i should have problems on feros so crossing fingers!#im also bringing wrex everywhere might be making it easy? is wrex op? probwbly he is bc of fitnessbut i dunno

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redredredcake · 1 year

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so i’m alive and uninjured but there are three dead and five wounded at MSU. i spent four hours barricaded in a dorm room listening to the chaos outside and i think if they make me go to class this week i’m going to lose it.

campus is closed for the next 48 hours but do they really think that’s enough to recover from something like this?

#michigan state university #tw: gun violence #tw: mass shooting #happy fucking 21st birthday to me i guess #how are you even supposed to react to this?

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alethiometry · 1 year

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you know what i find surprising but probably shouldn’t find surprising at this point about the monterey park shooting is how fucking absent the cops were throughout fucking all of it

like. the man had a long history of mental illness, had multiple run-ins with the cops, and not once. NOT ONCE. did they ever help him. whatever it takes to push a person to commit the atrocities he did that night, i’m not saying he shouldn’t be accountable for his actions. but the cops are 100% at fault for it too, and should be to blame for their abject failure to protect their community. of which that man was a part. they failed him.

on top of all that. i was talking with my therapist today who grew up in the area and was at the LNY festival that day (before the shooting) and she said that the mood was already incredibly off that day because there were ARMED COPS AT THE FESTIVAL. and police booths with like. pamphlets and photo ops with uniforms and toy guns (!!!!!!!) and shit for little kids to take photos.

like why. WHY would you bring FUCKING FIREARMS to a festival meant to celebrate LIFE and JOY and PROSPERITY. they don’t have armed cops at fucking smorgasburg.

i mean we know why lmao

so it’s like. all this propaganda because the population there does skew older and morse conservative than other parts of LA. but like. WHERE WAS THE PROTECTION WHEN WE NEEDED IT THAT SAME NIGHT????

it wasn’t even cops who disarmed the man at the 2nd dance hall and saved the lives of everyone there, IT WAS A CIVILIAN.

and they chased the shooter all the way to torrance. FUCKING TORRANCE that’s an entire city and county away. like i go to both places fairly often but by no means are they places that i would go to in the same day. they’re SO far away from each other. they are on OPPOSITE SIDES of the city of los angeles. and they had to chase him ALL THE WAY THERE??? like do you realize how fucking bad you have to be at your job to have to chase a man WHO YOU HAVE A RECORDED HISTORY OF DEALING WITH. ALL THE WAY TO A DIFFERENT FUCKING COUNTY.

anyway fuck the cops fuck the cops fuck the cops fuck the cops i’m gonna fucking scream

#cw mass shooting #i've been feeling a lot of things in the last 4 days but mostly now it's condensed into anger #i know it's not a new narrative that cops fail every community they're supposed to protect except for one (we all know which)#but this is the closest to home it's ever hit for me personally and it's very very close and i'm very very angry #anyway i really needed to get this off my chest but i don't particularly want to talk about it either so i'm turning off replies/rbs #but yeah #i hate it here #ok actually idk how to turn off replies lmao whatever

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fordaryl · 5 months

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REMEMBER.

minors dni. 2.6k words. smut. daryl dixon x fem!reader. protective daryl. hint of size kink. strength kink.

It's easy to forget his strength when his touch is always so gentle. When you're safe, he lets you forget everything he's capable of; the reason you've both made it this long.

Safety lets you forget.

And then—when it inevitably all it all goes to shit again—you remember.

"Get in!" he calls through the wall of bodies separating you. He keeps the attention of most of them, but there's a few stumbling in your direction—too many for you to handle alone. "Now!" he shouts as he takes another growling walker down.

It goes against every instinct you have—to leave him to fight this alone. But this was his domain. This was when you did whatever the fuck he told you to do. It was how you survived.

You drag the door of the container open, grunting as the heavy metal fights back. It's a makeshift prison cell, one that was supposed to be filled with live bait for the walkers. It would be if it weren't for Daryl. He was almost single-handedly dismantling whatever fucked up enterprise you'd both stumbled upon.

One of them reaches you before you'd manage to push the gate open enough to slip through.

One is fine. You can handle one.

Turning around to deal with it gives you a split second to check in on Daryl. He's making a dent in the mass of bodies, but it's not enough. Not with the shouts of the living making their way closer.

You kick the walker you've knifed back into the mass of bodies approaching, giving you just enough time to slip through the crack you've made in the sliding door and slam it closed behind you.

Locking it is another story.

You have no hope of accomplishing that.

Still, it's enough for now. It's enough to let Daryl keep his focus where it needs to be as you deal with as many as you can through the bars.

Then one gets shot down. Daryl, is your first thought. But then two are shot down at once. And then the voices reach your ears. Voices are bad. Walkers you can handle. The living was another story. Nothing stoked the fear constantly simmers in your gut like the voices of the living.

They shout over each other, calling directions as they pick off the mass with a spray of bullets. You can't see Daryl anymore. He's either dead or hiding.

Hiding. Hiding. Hiding.

You shift back into one of the dark corners of the container as the shouts draw nearer.

“What the fuck happened?! Don't shoot them you dumb fucks! Get any you can back into holding!”

Any second now... any second they'd find Daryl and your world would end. The living were different. The living were monsters of a different kind.

"They're bunched up around this one!" someone shouts.

You hold your breath.

"Well check it out then!" another demands.

Oh, fuck. You grip your pistol. Your aim was decent. You could take one out, maybe two. But there's a whole group... and they were coming for you.

You scramble to the other far corner as the last of the walkers are cleared from the entrance, hoping to take advantage of the darkest shadows. Daryl would be watching... waiting. Any extra moment you could give him could be vital.

"You better come out now," a man calls from outside. He's just out of your sights, prepared for you to be armed and ready to fight. You'd hoped to have the element of surprise. "I ain't asking."

You know what'll happened when they find you. It's the same thing each time. You're prey to people like these—something to hunt in a world without consequences for that kind of thing.

Your silence buys you less than a minute before the first of them are dragging the metal gate open. If you shoot, they'll shoot back. It's not something you'll survive cornered like this. So you bet on them being the same as the rest. You let them know you're prey.

"Please," you call, as meek and afraid as you can manage—vulnerable. Not a threat. "I'm—I'm unarmed."

Then a bright light blinds you.

"What the fuck?" one of them exclaims. Then, "Where'd the fuck this little thing come from?"

There it was. Little. Thing. You were nothing. You're not a threat. You'd bought Daryl more time.

"Come on out, girl. Come on." They call you like you're a dog, something less than human. That's how they see you. Something to use.

You take a small step forward, still blinded by their flashlights. Daryl was alive. He was alive and hiding and he was waiting for something.

You just had to stay alive.

"What do you... want with me?" you ask, still taking tiny steps towards the light. Weak. Vulnerable. No threat.

You get muffled laughter in response. Guards down. Distracted.

"What do we want? We want a little fun, honey. That's all. Just a bit of fun."

They're flash lights drop as you approach the entrance. They've pulled the gate all the way across.

Five. You count five. If you kill two...

"Why is she alone?" one of them questions. He's younger, a little less distracted.

The rest ignore him. Then one of them has you by the arm, dragging you the rest of the way out of the makeshift cell. They're hands send a wave of repulsion through your body as they grab at you, pulling you around and shoving you in front of them. They may as well be the undead the way their touch feels against your skin.

The young one doesn't move out of the way when you reach him. Instead he stares into you, suspicious and angry. "Who are you with?" he asks. Even then, his gun is lowered. Even to him you aren't a threat.

"Get the fuck out of the way," the man gripping your arm says, clearly irritated and impatient.

"But—"

"Now."

His eyes narrow, but then he steps aside—his back pressed to the wall to let the rest of the men past. It's now that you get a look down into the pit of walkers, the one's they've managed to recapture rather than take out. They reach up towards you, hands grabbing for you.

Then, only a few steps later—you're stopped. The man with his hand wrapped around your elbow leans over your shoulder, his rancid breath invading your nostrils as he speaks. "You alone?" he asks. "You tell me right now."

You blink away the burn threatening to pool tears in your eyes. Were you alone? If you were...

The man's grip tightens, the only warning you get before you're forced to your knees and staring down into the pit of hungry walkers. "Speak," he demands, nails carving into your skin. "I'd hate to waste you like this."

There's two other men behind you. Three surrounding you in total. You could take one out for sure. They hadn't even searched you for weapons. They expected nothing out of you at all.

But then there'd be two, only counting the ones in reaching distance. How long would it take the other two further away to aim their guns in your direction?

You were dying tonight if Daryl was dead, that was certain. Your only hope was that he was waiting and watching... but what would he be waiting for...

Your pistol sits at your hip, a comfortable weight.

You take a deep breath. You could wait to die. Or fight now and hope that's the moment he's waiting for... if he's waiting at all.

The man holding you drops to one knee behind you. He leans over to speak in your ear. You wouldn't need to rely on your aim for the first kill, only any that followed. It was a headstart you weren't likely to get again. You reach for your pistol and before the man can open his lips and taint your senses with his rot once more, you shoot him through the underside of his jaw.

Your ears ring as his body drops. But you were ready. The men behind you aren't.

You were nothing. Prey.

The few seconds that affords you are priceless. You manage to shoot one more through the head before he can get hands on his own weapon.

The third is another story. His gun is pointed at you for what must be milliseconds. They drag though, those moments with an enemy weapon pointed at your head always do.

But then Daryl is there, strangling the man with a rifle and shoving his body into the ground with a force that reverberates through the metal. It's only when he snaps the man's neck you spot the bodies behind him.

He'd been waiting for you.

You watch him stand, hair hanging in his face and his chest rising and falling with his deep breaths.

Then his eyes are on you.

Then his hands.

Those hands... the same ones he'd used seconds earlier to break a man's neck. His fingers are feathers across your skin as he brushes the hair back off your face. "Okay?" he asks, soft and a little shaky.

You nod.

"You did good," he says, that deep gravel back in his voice. "So good, sweetheart." His hand makes a trail down to your neck, gentle and slow over your pulse point to rest at your clavicle. "We gotta go," he says. "Stay close for me, yeah?"

—————

The first time after is always the same—after you're forced to remember. It adds something to the way his gentle hands feel as he reaches over your hips to dip between your legs. To the way his body feels pressed up behind yours.

His thick fingers slip between your slick folds as he holds you tight against his chest. Heat. It's an overwhelming heat. He crowds you, practically curled around you.

"You like that sweetheart?" His voice is almost sweet as his lips graze your ears and his long hair tickles your skin. "Huh? You like that?"

You nod with a small whine, pressing your hips back into him—desperate.

He sighs, finger prodding over and over at your swollen entrance—a teasing little hint of what's to come. He dips in slightly, his calloused fingertip pressing into your slippery, spongy entrance just enough to have you whimpering his name.

"Fuck," he grunts. "You need me here? Huh? You all fuckin' empty?"

"Yeah," you whine with a desperate nod. "Empty."

His grip around your ribs tightens for a moment before he's pressing you into the ground—cushioned by the few blankets you carry. He's rolled you onto your belly as he covers you completely, his warmth seeping into your skin from his calves to his hot breath on your neck.

"What do you need?" he asks. As if he doesn't know; as if he didn't always know.

"You."

"Hm?" he hums, sweet and coaxing. "How?"

You reach blindly to find his wrist, gripping it firmly. "Hold me tight," you gasp between jagged breaths. "Please... Please."

His weight is heavy over you as he drops his lips to your neck, a silent acknowledgement of your pleas.

Then he's scooping you up, lifting you and rearranging you exactly the way you want him to. Because he fucking knows.

He has you pressed to his chest with your tits against his skin as he lays back into the makeshift bed you've created for the night. His arms wrap around you, one across your shoulder blades and the other around your waist—secure and firm. His fingers press sporadically into your skin a little more than needed, like he's testing his grip on you; like he's testing he has you in his arms good and tight.

Then he hooks one leg under yours, a gentle guide to part your legs just the way he needs.

"You ready for me, sweetheart?" he breathes against your temple as one of his hands leaves you. It's temporary, you remind yourself. He'd be wrapping you up securely as soon as he'd buried himself deep; once his cock was guided safely into your throbbing cunt.

You nip at his neck in response, chasing with a delicate lick at his salty skin. "Please," you ask softly.

Then he's adjusting you against him a little, ensuring you're exactly where he needs you to be. "I got you," he says as his leaking tip prods at your entrance. "Got you," he repeats. He mumbles this way as he teases; as he plays. This was what he did: pushed you to the brink of desperate sobs as he guides his cockhead over your slippery, throbbing cunt... over and over.... and over...

Saying he liked you needy was an understatement.

Then, eventually, he slips inside. Just the tip.. and not far. Just enough so that he can wrap his arms around you again. Just enough that he can have you whimpering his name as he prevents you grinding down to take him deep inside.

This is when he gives you a hint of his strength. It's easy to keep you from your goal, his strong arms pressing you into his torso a little harder each time you attempt to resist.

He keeps you there, just with a taste of that fullness—a taste of having him as close as it was possible to be. "Kiss," he says, simple and a little croaky.

You obey, pressing your desperation between his lips. It's messy and interrupted by moments where you simply need to breathe, heavily—his lips chasing yours as you attempt to catch your breath.

"Daryl," you gasp eventually. "Now. Please."

His grip around you tightens a little as you drop your face to his neck.

Then he pulls you down to meet his cock, to fuck himself deep. It's hard, exactly like you need it—exactly the way he knows you want it. You bite into his neck weakly as he keeps you there, stuffed full—the thick throbbing length of him stretching you out so completely.

Then, "Like that?" he asks, that sweetness back in his voice—like he's offering you a gentle back massage instead of holding you down on his cock.

You nod weakly in response.

His fingers press into your skin moments before he's moving, fucking himself with your cunt as he pulls you down to meet his messy thrusts. You're completely pliant like this, all control relinquished.

He's got you.

His breathing is quickly transformed into uneven pants as he attempts to grunt broken sentences into your ear. "Sucking me in... sucking at my cock with your messy little cunt... aren't you, baby? Hm?"

One of his hands moves to your hair occasionally, a temporary and seemingly subconscious attempt to get a better grip—or just to hold you closer. His fingers tangle in the strands, never tugging hard—never hurting.

"My girl," he grunts. "My needy little girl."

It's only when he's nearing his end that he flips you onto your back and you get a real display. He grips your hips and tugs you down to meet him as he uses you, each thrust a slapping of skin and punching a helpless sound from your lungs.

Strength. Everything you've been forced to remember.

"Daryl," you gasp. "Daryl, fill me. Please."

His fingers dig a little more into your skin, his hair falling over his eyes. Then his lips part, a grunt... a broken, "Fuck."

He falls over you as he floods you, his cock twitching and pumping you full—just like you asked. But even then, even as he loses himself, he catches his fall—arms landing either side of your head to cage you in. "Got you," he gasps out between desperate lung fulls of air. "I got you."

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