#tw lynching mention

[metalheadsforblacklivesmatter]

Body cam footage of Tyre Nichols lynching has not been released as of my writing this. But I do have more information.

5 police officers were fired and charged with 2nd degree murder, kidnapping, and excessive use of force. (I just typed "officers charged with murder" in the news search and all of the results were this. I didn't even have to specify Memphis.)

2 firefighters were also fired due to the role they played in his death.

They're calling in the national guard in preparations for the protest.

EVEN THE POLICE CHIEF CALLS IT HEINOUS AND INHUMANE.

Reports from Twitter say they're closing businesses early and boarding up.

They're calling this worse than the Rodney King footage which happened 30 years ago. (I just read what happened and what the actual fuck.)

Yeah. I'm changing my terminology here. This is nothing short of a lynching of Tyre Nichols. And again the footage hasn't even been released yet.

-fae

#black lives matter #blm #black lives still matter #tyre nichols #lynching #tw lynching mention #tw lynching

[gritsandbrits]

"But fighting is wrong violence is not the answer!!"

Those cunts tried to kill a black guy in broad daylight A PUBLIC EVENT AT THAT and you think we just gonna SIT BY and let that happen??? Fuck outta here with that respectability politics bull!

#montgomery boat brawl #black lives matter #alabama #american south #southern states #tw lynching mention #politics #fuck racists #always punch white supremacists

[queersatanic]

Lucien Greaves on "N-words"

Via The.Satanic.Wiki

On Sept. 11, 2003, future co-owner of The Satanic Temple Doug “Lucien Greaves” Misicko, his friend and collaborator Shane Bugbee, and Shane Bugbee’s wife Amy Stocky hosted a 24-hour Internet radio stream with guests and callers to mark the release of their new edition of the proto-fascist manifesto Might Is Right. The following year, Doug Misicko continued to appear on Internet radio streams with Shane and Amy. “The ABCs of the Alphabet” was one such program. This is an excerpt from one of those recordings.

CW: anti-Black racism, n-word slur, lynching reference

Full transcript:

08:36 Shane Bugbee What are your N words, Doug?

08:40 Doug Misicko I have neighbors, Nazi…

08:43 Shane Bugbee Did you say neighbors?

08:44 Doug Misicko Yeah.

08:45 Shane Bugbee Is that the other N word? (Amy Bugbee: *laughing*)

08:48 Doug Misicko Other N word? You mean be-

08:50 Shane Bugbee That’s the other N word. Like "nigger". And then you go, "nigger", and the other N word is neighbors. They’re a nigger.

08:55 Doug MisickoWhy "nigger"! I didn’t think of that.

08:56 Shane Bugbee Amy’s uh, father gave us that one.

08:58 Amy Bugbee That’s what my dad says.

09:00 Doug Misicko What? He says "neighbors" is the other N word?

09:01 Amy Bugbee He says that "neighbors" is the other N word, yeah.

09:03 Doug Misicko  Oh, Right. Well... then what- what do you do if your neighbor’s a nigger?

09:11 Shane Bugbee Fuckin' hang him high. (Amy Bugbee: Sell your house.) Hang him high, OK?

09:14 Doug Misicko *laughs audibly into the mic* I also had news, nurses, and noise...

#anti-Black racism #tw lynching mention #slurs #n-word #satanic temple #lucien greaves #doug mesner #the satanic temple #doug misicko #the satanic wiki

[mikurulucky]

So I actually looked at the lyrics to Beer for My Horses because it's been a long time since I heard it on the radio. And there's fucking references of lynching and half of the verses sound like pro-police brutality shit while romanticizing the brutality of the frontier days.

Childhood ruined ig. :')

#always loved the chorus in that song for some reason #tw lynching mention #tw police brutality mention #most radio country singers do tend to be conservative tho so i'm not surprised

[plenilunada]

'Neely deserved to be saved, he deserved money, and he deserved food and water. Neely deserved warmth, community, and tenderness. Neely deserved to live.'

#tw death #tw lynching mention #antiblackness #jordan neely

[starblrrrr]

TW: Police Brutality

Emmet Till was a 14 year old African-American boy who was savagely abducted, totured, and murdered for (reportedly) whistling at white-woman Carolyn Bryant, in Drew, Mississsippi. Bryant's husband, Roy Bryant, and Roy's half-brother J.W. Milam, who were armed, lynched Emmet, who was mutilated beyond recognition. They were found not guilty by an all-white jury, and admitted to it by selling the story of how they did it to Look magazine one year later (they were protected by Double Jeopardy).

Emmet's mother, Mamie Till Bradley, chose to have him be in an open casket, so the world could see the racism and injustice that killed her son.

#black lives matter #BLM #emmett till #police brutally #police #racism #racial injustice #tw lynching mention #lynching became a federal hate crime in 2022 #the fact that it took that long is a hate crime itself

[bearshepherd]

Yike these bot names are getting real

#stupid bots #tumblr bots #fucking bots #so many bots #tw lynching mention

[vivaciousoceans]

I don't even get sad at stories of black people being publicly lynched anymore I just feel dejected and hopeless because how does this keep happening in broad daylight

#teya talks #tw lynching mention #tw racism #tw death #i know how it keeps happening #but how can we stop it #how many more black people have to be murdered #simply because people can

[sayruq]

#yemen #jerusalem #tel aviv #current events #palestine #free palestine #gaza #free gaza #palestine news #war on gaza #tw lynching #lynching mention #hate crime #child death tw #torture #settler colonialism #fascism #edited #west bank #free west bank

[metalheadsforblacklivesmatter]

About the Tyre Nichols lynching by police officers.

The part I'm most stuck on right now. Is after the body cam footage was released (on Vimeo). The number of people reblogging my content leading up to the footage being released saying stuff like "Yeah. I saw the footage on the news and then the news anchors talked about it for a while."

I thought about it, and I'm not going to watch the footage. Because I got all of the information I needed from the lawyers and family talking about it.

He was unarmed.

It lasted 3 minutes.

There were 5 officers.

He was crying for him mom.

His face was unrecognizable.

His neck was broken

His mom couldn't even watch the entire thing.

Even the police chief called it heinous.

Like. There is nothing that can justify that. I don't need any more information than that. That's all the information I need to determine that these officers lynched this man.

Black pain isn't your content. It isn't your airtime. It's not your discussion topics. The lynching of a Black man and Black trauma isn't your discussion topic for profit. It's only your discussion topic to enact change.

What did they even talk about after? Because given the 8 facts above alone, there's nothing to talk about. Shoot. Only the first two points alone is enough to determine that there's nothing to talk about.

Anything beyond an angry rate about how fucked up this was is unadulterated trauma porn. Unadulterated picnic lynching trauma porn.

The ONLY discussion you need to have after that is what events took place in this country to lead up to this level of police brutality and how we're going to fix it.

What the actual fuck.

These people are HURTING. The trauma alone they're experiencing just from knowing this happened it heart breaking. Black people are HURTING. And you're turning it into your trauma porn.

-fae

#black lives matter #blm #black lives still matter #acab #1312 #tw lynching mention #lynching #tw lynching #tw police brutality #police brutality #tyre nichols

[gritsandbrits]

❗PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST THIS ISN'T A JOKE❗

Tw// L*ching threat, misogyny

Please report and block user @/eggxdahn they have made a very violent threat against me and

User @/eggdxhan said they hoped Sonic kills and dumps Amy's body in a river specifically naming the same river they found Em.mettTill. I am a black woman from the American South I don't take these threats lightly, and how DARE you use a black boy's violent death to voice your hatred towards a fictional character. This isn't funny and you caused me to have a trigger moment.

I have my inbox closed for the time being to prevent further triggering content. Here is proof. Warning for allusion to historical hate crime, misogyny

#sonic fandom #signal boost #anon #PLEASE BOOST THIS!! #tw lynching mention #tw hate crime #death threats cw #racism

[micamicster]

Super Rich Kids

Close my eyes and feel the crash...

I wrote this one on post-its on a trans-continental flight after my phone (where i was re-reading the raven cycle) died. 0/10 plane experience would not recommend but I did manage to entertain myself! And now hopefully you as well!

When Ronan pulled into Monmouth Manufacturing he knew Gansey wouldn’t be there. Adam Parrish was, though, sitting on the steps in the golden afternoon light, bike dumped to the side in dying grass. He didn’t so much as flicker an eyelid when Ronan bootlegged the BMW into an approximation of parking on the far side of the lot, which was fine because that’s how he would have parked the car anyway, whether or not Adam was here.

Ronan was pretty sure that Gansey had arranged a shift system with the other boys, to prevent Ronan from being unaccompanied on the rare occasions of his own absence. The idea of a babysitter should have rankled Ronan, but Adam did not seem particularly invested in his role. Small favors.

As he got out of the car he gave Adam his customary once-over, as brief as it was habitual. You could notice a lot in a single glance, if you were Ronan, glancing at Adam.

Adam was wearing long sleeves (his father? Or just because it was October?) and his faded camo pants, the ones Ronan said made him look like a jingoistic meathead. They had recently acquired a tear in one knee. Not in the stylish, deliberate manner in which Ronan’s own jeans were shredded, but awkwardly, in an L-shape, where they had caught on some jagged edge and given way before even careful Adam had noticed and unhooked himself. The tear gaped open at times, like it was doing now, revealing Adam’s knobby left knee and, worse, a triangle of his brown thigh.

Ronan looked away.

Ronan never allowed himself, even in dreams, to trespass beyond the carefully demarcated boundaries of Adam’s clothes. And Adam was usually helpful in the maintenance of this boundary. Unlike Gansey, who could be found working on his model Henrietta in boxers at all hours of the night, or wandering to and from the shower in a towel, absent-mindedly forgetting his clothes in bathroom or bedroom. Unlike the boys Ronan played tennis with, who stripped down casually in the locker room after practice. Unlike even Ronan himself, who’d never met a shirt he couldn’t rip the sleeves off; Adam was always fully covered.

This summer, foolishly, Ronan had imagined that this might change. Now that the hideous secrets Adam protected with his long sleeves were no longer his alone. But by now he knew what kept those sleeves in place, something that Adam had already understood: that knowing and seeing are two very different things.

For example: this. Ronan knew that Adam, like most people who walked around on earth under their own power, possessed thighs. Two of them, attached in the normal way to other body parts, such as knees and hips. To know this was one thing.

Now that he’d seen it, he couldn’t stop seeing it. The way his knee bent, and the muscle above shifted as Adam made room on the steps for him. Ronan was looking away, out at the familiar, grounding, skid marks on the concrete of Monmouth’s lot, but he could picture in their place with deadly accuracy the hinge of Adam’s knee, the tanned skin of his thigh, scattered with golden-brown hair. He could dream about pressing his face against it.

He picked up a rock and hurled it. It glanced off the side of the soulless suburban and fell anticlimactically into the grass dying by the rear tire. It didn’t help.

Adam shifted next to him, subtly.

“What?” said Ronan. “Impressed?”

“Surprised, more like. I thought you were supposed to be the tennis star.”

“You think you can do better?” Ronan pried another hunk of gravel or concrete out of the dirt and tossed it in his left hand, tauntingly.

“I know I can.”

“But?”

“But,” said Adam, with some hint of exasperation coloring his voice, “I’m not going to sit here chunking rocks at Gansey’s car to prove it. My ego’s not that fragile.” His accent slipped out on chunkin’, not as if Ronan had pissed him off enough to forget to hide it, but as if it was a word he’d never used any other way.

Ronan threw his rock again. This was, if anything, a worse throw than before, and it skittered harmlessly across the suburban’s roof.

Adam made a small but contemptuous noise.

“Don’t give me that shit, man. You know he hates this fucking car.”

“That was for your shitty aim.”

“Come on then.” Ronan hefted another piece of gravel. “Ten points if you knock out his taillight.”

“It costs a hundred and five dollars to replace a taillight on that make and model. Plus tax.”

Ronan’s brief cheer was collapsing again. “I’ll pay you a hundred bucks to bust Dick’s lights.”

Adam blinked slowly, his dusty eyelashes obscuring the contempt in his eyes for a brief moment. “I’ll leave.” (He wouldn’t).

Ronan dropped the rock. Next to him Adam sighed. Abruptly, he put out his hand. “Telephone pole. Six feet from the top.”

Ronan swept back up the rock and dropped it into his hand. Their fingers did not touch. His heart thudded.

Adam tossed the rock once, testing its weight while his gaze, cool and assessing, remained on the telephone pole. It was a splintered, tilting thing, shamed by his attentions. In one smooth, economical movement, he rose to his feet and let the rock fly. His leg went forward, knee jutting out of his clothes, his back curved, and his arm swept around in an arc, fingers scraping at the blue October sky. Ronan didn’t need to turn his head to know if the rock hit—he could see it in the brief hard satisfaction on Adam’s face.

Adam turned back to him, one eyebrow cocked.

“You’re going to have to do better than that if you want to earn that hundred,”

Adam shrugged. The gesture was disinterested, but there was a quirk to his mouth that contradicted it. “I know nothing blew up, but…”

Ronan already had another rock in his hand. “West corner lightbulb. It breaks or it doesn’t count.” Adam rolled his eyes, but turned agreeably to watch Ronan miss.

“Would you like to get your tennis racket?”

“Eat me,” said Ronan. (Maybe).

They traded shots back and forth for a while, calling increasingly specific and complex plays.

“Bullshit. Bullshit.”

“Get the government to pay for some glasses, Parrish, and then come back and try to tell me that wasn’t a fucking bullseye—”

“It wasn’t even close! You—”

“You calling me a liar?” Ronan loomed, and Adam, as usual, was unimpressed.

“Just because you don’t lie doesn’t make you right all the time! Like when you said that quote on Tuesday was Seneca. It doesn’t stop being Martial just because you’ve got a child’s sense of morality—”

“See, right there.” Ronan pointed triumphantly at an invisible scuff mark on the doorsill, marking where his handful of gravel had made impact.

Adam gave it a skeptical glance. His face was faintly flushed from exertion in the cold air, but his eyes were as cool and considering as ever. “What we need,” he said, “is a knife.”

Ronan was not allowed knives.

~

“Are you trying to stab each other in the feet? Why are your shoes off! It’s October!”

“Equal playing field.” Ronan wiggled his toes against the cold asphalt. “Parrish’s shitty knife is no match for my boots.” Over Gansey’s head, Ronan tried to catch Adam’s eye, to share a ‘can you believe him’ sort of look. Adam’s embarrassment over being caught acting irresponsibly meant Ronan could expect the look to be rebuffed, but he couldn’t help himself from trying it anyway.

Adam was bent over, eyes hidden. He carefully dusted off his socked feet one at a time before sliding them back into his shoes, as though the socks or sneakers could look any worse. A little parking lot crud might improve their appearance, actually.

Next to him, Gansey was still fussing. Without the pressure release valve of eye contact with someone who knew Gansey was overreacting, Ronan snapped, “Come off it, man, I’m not going to slit my throat while Parrish watches. He can’t afford that caliber of snuff film.”

Gansey’s concern transformed into revulsion, but underneath it he looked hurt, which was far far worse.

Adam straightened up. “We were just using it to mark where we hit. Honestly, we could have done it tossing a sharpie, but neither of us had one.” He sounded conciliatory, which pissed Ronan off. But Gansey was letting it go, returning the knife to Adam with an apologetic smile. Sorry for the fuss. Sorry for Ronan. Ronan’s bare feet were cold against the asphalt.

“Well? Are you going to throw or not, Parrish?” he said belligerently.

Adam rolled his eyes, but obligingly stooped for gravel and let one fly at Ronan’s open bedroom window, a shot he made easily.

Gansey whistled. “You’ve got quite the arm on you. How come you’re not on the Algionby baseball team?”

Adam shifted his feet, awkwardly.

“Please,” scoffed Ronan, “he’s not a team player.”

Gansey did not let it go. “Bet you’d have a better fastball than both our pitchers.”

There was a pause, during which Adam’s face clearly showed all of the thoughts he was trying to corral into a polite response to Gansey’s unconsidered enthusiasm. Ronan got there first. “Yeah, Parrish, why not hitch your wagon to the star of organized sports, like every other rags to riches wannabe?”

“Ronan!” said Gansey, Ronan’s offensiveness registering where his own had not.

“Hitch my wagon to a star?” Adam was unruffled. “I thought quoting Transcendentalists could get you excommunicated.”

“Who said I know it’s Emerson. It’s a sourceless idiom to those of us who aren’t sad little nerds.”

Adam smirked. The smirk said, I never said Emerson. His words said, “Gansey’s damning me with faint praise. No one’s going pro out of an Algionby sport team. Even tennis.”

“Ouch,” said Ronan, cheerfully. “Hit me where it really hurts. My school pride.”

~

Now that Gansey had arrived, his plans for the day took precedence over noble pastimes such as flipping pocketknives at each other’s feet. His plans involved comparing readings from various instruments and then placing said various instruments in various new locations, all of which were equally arbitrary (to Ronan’s eyes) and inaccessible. Gansey’s plans involved him waiting by the car to monitor the readings while people hiked with antennae to the outermost reaches of the signal. People, in this instance, being Ronan and Adam, Noah having mysteriously and silently fucked off, as he so often did when a job required carrying anything.

Ronan put his head down and trudged. It was brambly here, and slightly damp, and he was beginning to work up the kind of counter-intuitive sweat that appears from working in the cold, the kind that makes you colder later.

As the person leading the hike, custom would dictate that he should catch and hold the long clinging arms of the brambles for the following hiker. This presented a dilemma. Ronan compromised, and set about stomping the multiflora into the ground as he walked. Scarlet hips burst under his feet, invasive and beautiful, spreading their millions of seeds across the damp earth. Noxious weeds.

“It’s too unreliable,” said Adam, into the silence. “Sports. It all depends on… your physical condition.”

“And your condition is shit.”

There was Adam’s ironic smile. “Yes. So.” He shrugged. There was the part they weren’t saying, which was that his physical condition could always get worse. Unexpectedly.

“My dad hates baseball.” Ronan heard himself make the slip—hates and not hated—and a spark of fury burned through him, brief and inconsequential.

“My dad loves it.”

They marched on in silence.

Adam swore as a bramble Ronan had beaten down sprang up again, catching him right across the tear, where his skin was exposed. He bent to unhook it from the camo with deft, deliberate hands. “What?” he said, like he could feel Ronan’s eyes.

Ronan looked away. “Why not the military?” He kicked purposelessly at the bramble and heard Adam sigh. “And don’t tell me you never thought about it. Test scores like yours out in hicksville high school, you must have had recruiters hopping all over you like fleas.”

“Would you believe I had a moral objection?” Adam’s smile was self-deprecating. Ronan studied it.

“No.”

Adam shrugged. It, too, was self-deprecating.

“I think you had a superiority objection. You think you’re too smart for that shit.”

Adam blinked at him. “Do you think I’m wrong?”

Ronan snorted. “Hell no. You can do better than getting blown up in a desert for the United States government.”

The smile, when it came, was small and stunning. “Damned by faint praise again.”

#lmao with this and the country playlists this blog has been on a real raven boys kick the last few days #anyway... enjoy? #i need to make a tag for my writing like... generally but until then #super rich kids #this really isn't about anything and had nothing else attached to it #it was just a random scene that stood alone so like... #probably the best thing for me to start out this 'posting unfinished stuff' project #i feel like gansey does not appear at his best in this fic but that's not a reflection of how much i love him! #he's trying his best to keep this family together! and the other 15 year olds are no help at all! #ronan lynch #adam parrish #the raven cycle #pynch #tw suicide mention

[1-800-sinister]

(tw: dom!becky, sub!reader/YN, Y/n is mentioned, Y/n is female, smut, spanking, slapping, choking, blood, and oral sex) Y/N watched on the screen as her girlfriend Becky was fighting with some of the raw members. She gasped when she saw Nia's fist collide with Becky's nose. 

She wanted to go out there to help her girlfriend, but she knew she couldn't, so all Y/N could do was watch until Becky got backstage. Y/N watched the blood spill down Becky's face. She shifted in her seat to say Becky looked hot. Covered in blood was an understatement. She looked fucking sexy.

Becky got out of the ring, raising her arms as she stared down at Ronda. She then went up the stairs, raising her arms again, shit talking to Ronda. Becky went backstage. 

Becky was greeted by her girlfriend, "I'm fine, baby. I'm fine. Don't worry, it's just a bit of blood." Y/N shook her head. "Your nose looks broken, Becks." 

"I'm fine. I'll get it checked out soon, but first." Becky grabs Y/N's arm, dragging her into a nearby closet, shutting and locking the door. She pinned Y/N to the wall. 

"Baby, what are you doing? You need to get that checked ou-" Y/N stopped talking as Becky slapped her. "Shut your mouth." 

Y/N nodded. "Good girl." Becky smirked as she pulled down Y/N's pants and panties. She began to eat her out blood was smearing on her inner thighs. Y/N let out moans, gripping Becky's hair. She about closed her legs around Becky's head, but Becky slapped her ass, which caused Y/N to keep her legs open.

"becky" Y/N felt a hand wrap around her throat, choking her. She let out broken moans and whines as she felt herself get close to her orgasm, thanks to Becky's skilled tongue. 

"Cum cum for me, y/n," Becky commanded, then went back to eating y/n out. Y/N came all over Becky's tongue. Becky swallowed and stood up. "Clean yourself up and wait for me in my locker room." Becky walked out, leaving a shaky Y/N.

#becky lynch smut #becky lynch imagine #becky lynch #becky lynch x reader #wwe imagine #wwe smut #wwe x reader #wwe #choking #tw slapping #tw blood #tw blood mention

[imabillyami]

10 Things WWE's Seth Rollins & Becky Lynch Can't Live Without | GQ Sports

New Seth and Becky thing for GQ Sports!

#has some fun moments in it #also some cuteness #tw for food and food talk #becky lynch #seth rollins #wwe #the bad knee mention before he got injured 😭

[1-800-internal-damnation]

I think dick grayson as a character really pulls apart the whole "written by a woman = good" concept at the seams, specifically because people love to talk about his people pleaser personality (as of recent comics) and especially SA experiences as indicators of a well meaning Womanly Perspective writing him when in actuality the destruction of his personality and mentioned SA were orchestrated by a self identified "well meaning" woman who, you know, had fantasies of raping him. White feminism and the normalization of sexualizing brown and black men have done a number on a lot of you guys's critical thinking

#because why else would you have an admitted self insert female (of color btw which makes it so much worse) character assault him unprompted #it really is just white feminism #no other genre of feminism so aggressively enforces the divide between women and men as based on suffering #like is it truly progressive to absolutely maul a character's personality to mold it to your tastes then #export your suffering onto them #it just highlights the fact that white feminism and it's ideas has always depended on the subsequent demonization/opression/sexualization #of men of color #ie lynching #and just people of color in general #for example I'm sure having a latina woman rape dick grayson has done wonderful things for the hypersexualization of latina women #and the stereotype that they are forceful and demanding and promiscuous #I'm rambling but you get the point #txt #dc comics #dick grayson #racism #tw assault mention

[groove-on-boogie-down]

This episode of Andor depicted so many real life occurrences and did it so well that it almost hurts to watch. Pointing out just how real this type of oppressive action is to the point where it’s so frustrating that this stuff has happened in the first place and still happens every day.

This episode we learn that Cassian’s adoptive father’s name was Clem, explaining why Luthen gave him that code name. But this episode goes into more about the way his father was unjustly murdered.

Hanging is a recurring theme in this show, directed at the characters of color like Cassian and Lieutenant Gorn, and I do not think it’s on accident. Especially in the context of oppressive forces taking over. Cassian’s father was hanged. And truthfully, it was a lynching.

But for a black man to be (almost) shown being hanged, the implications of that with the history that black people have had, hit so close to home. It’s so pertinent. I don’t know if it was written that way with an black actor in mind. But to me, it’s important that they did that. Because it happened. Black people were lynched in America and left for days and weeks to serve as an example. And in some places, it’s still happening. There is heavy trauma in that.

And Cassian’s traumatic past haunts him the whole time he makes plans to leave Ferrix. Here he has his adoptive mother telling him that she was proud to hear about the rebel heist on Aldhani, that she doesn’t know he helped carry out using his father’s name. So proud that after avoiding it for years, she walked down the path to the square where Clem was hanged.

Cassian hears this and leaves. The flashback spurred on by his nearly crossing paths with stormtroopers. But the whole time he’s away on this warm beach planet, he’s on reasonably on edge. Then another familiar scene happens which often ends in death. He’s profiled again for looking “suspicious” and accused of several crimes he did not commit.

So many trips to the store have been cut short by instances like this. And he nearly loses his life due to the recklessness and carelessness of the shore trooper that stops him.

But it doesn’t even end there. Because of the empire retaliating against rebel action, he’s sentenced to prison for 6 YEARS when it would’ve originally been 6 months.

BOTH are too long for a crime you didn’t commit.

Just watching the trooper talk to him in circles made me angry. And that’s the point. We’ve seen it all too often. It’s very familiar and realistic and painful and overwhelming. But it needs to be highlighted. I’m glad that it’s being highlighted.

#even after writing all this I do not have the words #it’s heavy but I applaud the writing #andor #Cassian andor #andor series #andor show #Star Wars andor #andor spoilers #lieutenant gorn #tw: death #tw death mention #tw lynching #tw: death mention #tw murder #tw: murder #tw racial violence