the fucked up thing about the salvation army is that theyre arguably the most visible and prominent hate group in america, but you cant hastle them or even protest them because to everyone else it would look like youre curb stomping santa clsuse
After your parents found out you are gay and kicked you out, the only place left for you to go was the magical forest. Write about your life.
The birds began their chirping at the first signs of sunlight. A disgruntled yawn startled some of the birds that had been singing away in the treetops. As soon as Roderick finished stretching, he hastily took off his boots and clothes to streak into the lake. He was butt-naked and he felt no shame. Not here at least. There were no people living in or around this part of the forest. It was rumored that many dangerous creatures found their home here and that the darkest parts had swallowed men’s souls whole. Roderick thought it was perfect. Legends like these kept people at bay. He felt safe here. And being an outcast himself, he almost felt at home. Sometimes he could not sleep as he saw eyes preying on him in the distance. However, it seemed as if the birds enchanted their surroundings with their songs, keeping the darkness out. Once Roderick had finished his morning routine, he spruced himself up to the best of his abilities, strapped on his sword, and set out for the nearest town. Birds would sometimes stop mid-song as he passed underneath them, wondering where a roaring growl had come from – which, of course, had come from Roderick’s stomach.
He had not eaten in days and his hunting skills were practically nonexistent. Luckily, he was familiar with a bakery in the nearest town, Rosebarrow, and it had the most delicious bread throughout the land of Estria. On top of that, it was free for him most of the time.
The townsfolk would look at him in disgust from their front porches as soon as they laid eyes on him. His muddy boots and tattered clothes were almost certainly a sign he was an outcast. Roderick clenched his hand around the pommel of his sword when he heard two women talking in hushed voices as they walked by, glaring at him. It was the usual. It was the world he lived in and he had come to accept.
Roderick turned a corner and the air was suffused with the smell of freshly baked bread. He exhaled deeply, trying to release the tension in his body from encountering the townspeople and sauntered into the bakery. A bell chimed and soon after a young man came hurrying from the back room to welcome his customer.
“Roderick!” he said, smiling from ear to ear. “It’s good to see you again.”
Roderick looked around, his eyes carefully inspecting the place. He had come here every week for the past six months and had learned to be cautious. The young man twiddled with his fingers, seeming to wait for Roderick to say something back or, at the very least, make eye contact.
“Is he here?” Roderick finally said.
“No”, the young man replied, his smile sobering up. “He is seeing some investors. He wants to go into the gold mining industry or something.”
Roderick didn’t reply. The young man took that as his cue, turned around to collect an arm full of loaves from the shelves behind him, and placed them on the counter. Roderick opened his bag and put the loaves inside. They were still warm, and for some reason a wave of sadness passed through his body.
The young man looked at him, his eyes trailing Roderick’s every movement as if he might disappear at any moment. When Roderick shoved the last loaf in his bag, the young man leaned over the counter and gave him a kiss.
Roderick recoiled. “Not now, Charlie!” he snapped. “In broad daylight?”
“Calm down, no one saw us,” said Charlie. But Roderick’s eyes widened in fear. “I just told you my dad is meeting up with investors and you know I would never kiss you if anyone was around. Trust me. Why are you always so anxious about this?“
His body stiffened at the remark. “Why?” shouted Roderick. “Are you seriously asking me this question?” Roderick swiveled on his heels and made for the door.
“Wait. Wait!” Charlie hurried after him. "I am sorry. That was foolish. Please stay.”
Roderick stared at him incredulously. “Do you know how many of us are killed every single day, Charlie?” Tears crept up in the corner of his eyes. “For real, what were you thinking? If we continue to keep this up, it’s going to get us both killed! Fucking killed, Charlie! The Royal Guard kill people like us on the spot!”
Charlie stepped closer. His fingers gently wiping away the tears streaking across Roderick’s face. “I know,” he whispered.
“Don’t you dare touch me like this!” Roderick batted his hand away. Roderick reached for the doorknob, but before he could open the door Charlie had slapped him in the face.
“You are the man I love,” his fist pulled back, ready to deal a heavy blow. “You…,” he stammered. “You… of all people. Don’t you dare…,” Charlie lowered his fist and started sobbing.
Roderick knew where Charlie was going. He used to be more certain of himself. But the more he got to know himself, the less of him was left. The people of Estria didn’t accept two men loving each other.
“This is not good for any of us, this secrecy. It’s eating us alive!”
“It’s eating you alive” Charlie retorted.
When I was about to leave the house for good…,” Roderick said, clenching his fist, “…my father walked up to me, opened the door, and said he was not going to judge me, but he’d be happy to break my neck so God could do the judging a little sooner, and shoved me outside.”
Charlie fell silent. Roderick had told him everything about his past, and he could not possibly forget something like that. "I understand,“ he whispered.
“No!” he shot Charlie an icy stare. “I don’t think you understand.” He opened the door and stormed out. The bell chimed violently as he smashed the door shut.
The steps on the stairs creaked. “Charlie?” came a voice. Charlie jerked around and froze instantly.
“I… I thought you were out of town,” Charlie said, his face pale and his eyes wide with terror.
“You are a sin, my disgrace of a son.” ———————— The next morning Roderick woke up exhausted. He barely slept and the few dreams he had were all about Charlie never wanting to speak to him again. Charlie had only tried to reconcile, he shouldn’t have stormed off like he had. Roderick packed his things and once again set out for Rosebarrow.
Upon arriving at the bakery he noticed that a rather large crowd had gathered around its entrance. As he made his way through the crowd, he passed a man who said, “I heard his own father has done him in. Praise that man.” Another woman said, “It’s probably going to take a while to scrub that sinful blood out from the floor.”
Terror swept quick as lightning over Roderick’s face. His heart raced as he made his way to the edge of the crowd. He noticed a woman speak to two men in red cloaks. ‘That must be the royal guard,’ thought Roderick. “Could you describe to me what the man looked like?” inquired one of the guards. “Man? He’s an abomination! Just like that scum Charlie you found dead on the floor this morning.”
Roderick’s heart almost pounded out of his chest and he could barely make out what the woman was saying among the thunder in his head. “He has curly hair and green eyes and is about this height,” to which the woman rose her hand a foot above her head. “And he has a sword with a very distinguishable guard. An owl!” Roderick’s heart might as well have stopped at that very moment, but instead it was pounding so quickly and loud that people around him might have heard it. He glanced at his sword, quickly covered the guard with his hand, and made his way out of the crowd as fast as he could, fighting back the tears that might give him away. All he wanted was to get out of that place, out of that town.
He arrived in the woods two hours later. Charlie was dead. Roderick’s only reason to live had been murdered by his own father. He stared blankly into the lake. The water looked serene and darkly inviting. He trudged off into the lake and continued walking limply against the rising water that slowly swallowed him whole. He dived in and tried to stay underwater by holding on to the vegetation growing on the bottom. But no matter how hard Roderick tried, he wouldn’t drown. His head parted the water and he gasped for air before disappearing into the lake again as quickly as he had surfaced. He kept trying to drown himself, but after failing a dozen times he finally gave up. Roderick crawled out of the water and slammed the bank with his fists, making water and sand splash up around him. “Is this what is left of me?” he cried. “How could I have let this happen?” He unsheathed his sword and pressed the point to his chest. But upon seeing the sword he remembered Charlie’s words: “This sword is an heirloom. But we never even look at it. Here, you can have it.” He remembered how Charlie looked at him as he handed Roderick the sword. “May it protect you in the forest and guide you to greater heights. There’s something about you, and I’m not quite sure what it is, but I think you can change this land for the better. I think it’s your eyes…they look so determined.”
Roderick had accepted the sword rather hesitantly. “Well if you insist, then I shall hereby promise that this sword will not only serve to protect my own ass, but will also serve to protect you.” And then they kissed and laughed, and kissed a little more. Roderick had no idea where his determination had gone since that day, but he started to suspect that it wasn’t the forest that would swallow his soul whole, but rather the people living in Estria themselves.
A breeze rustled through the trees when suddenly the wind picked up. Birds chirped loudly as their branches swayed. Roderick clenched his sword, his eyes darting around the trees. As quickly as it started, the wind fell silent. Roderick’s mouth fell open in utter bewilderment. It might have been his imagination, but there, only a few feet in front of him, stood Charlie with his back turned to Roderick. His eyes widened as he used his arms to crawl forward, his hand trembling violently as it reached out for Charlie.
“Charlie!” his eyes welling up. His face was soon a mixture of tears and cold water that had dripped from his hair. “I am so sorry!” He forced his body up despite the exhaustion and ran towards Charlie. But he could not will his body for long, his legs were shaking and quickly gave out, making him fall back to his knees. Charlie did not move. “I am a coward,” Roderick began, “I promised I would protect you but even that I couldn’t do.” He waited for a response, but none came. “Charlie?” Still nothing. “Charlie, I love you.” Roderick was desperate. “Charlie, what do you want me to say? Say something. Please…,” he said as he dragged himself forward. And just when he was almost able to graze Charlie’s feet, Charlie turned around and held out his hand, smiling.
Roderick could feel his blood gushing through his veins as he looked at Charlie’s hand hovering in front of his face. He grasped it, and Charlie helped him up. For a moment they looked at each other. The storm raging in Roderick’s eyes calmed. The wind started to pick up again, and his lover vanished as quickly as he had appeared.
Night fell and Roderick’s sobs turned into anger as he rummaged in his bag and found that the once warm bread was cold. “Estria and all its people can go fuck themselves!” he shouted at the clouds above him. ‘You were always there for me. Your kind and loving self. You gave me this sword and bread and picked me up when no one else would,’ he thought as he clenched his fist, nails digging so deep into his skin that it began to bleed.
All of a sudden, it was as if the fire the townsfolk said he would burn in for all of eternity filled his heart. Roderick stood tall. “No one will define me! I will define myself, and if their God doesn’t praise me, I will praise myself!” The wind continued to howl. “I promised I would protect you with this sword and I will.” He lifted it high in the air and looked at the sword as it glistened in the moonlight. “Do you hear me?!” He shouted. “In your memory…,” tears welled up in the corner of his eyes, “… I promise to protect everyone who’s different like us. Even if it costs me my life.” He pounded his chest. “Do you hear me?” he shouted again. “I shall fight. Nor the king’s army nor the people of Estria shall defy me. I am going to train and I will proclaim myself a knight to make sure anyone can be whoever the hell they want to be and love whoever the hell they want to love. I will look after them as you looked after me. This ends here!” And even though tears were rolling down his face, his eyes grew more and more determined.
—–3 years later—–
Roderick had taken on an apprenticeship as a blacksmith. He’d promised to work diligently and refused any form of compensation as long as the blacksmith taught him how to use his sword. He worked the iron, and with every blow of the hammer he remembered his vow. Each evening he practiced his stances and technique as if his life depended on it – and it did. After three years of toiling every day without pause, he felt confident in his skills. Roderick took the final test, forged his own armor, and passed with flying colors. “Remarkable, the owl elements you managed to put in this armor,” said his teacher, his face beaming with approval. “It’s outstanding.”
The blacksmith had gifted him a black stallion. Together on his horse Valicius, Roderick forged ahead, looking for other knights to join his order. He galloped to all quarters of the compass, sleeping in the scorching heat of deserts and camping in the darkest of caves.
Seven months passed and the clatter of hooves that long had been the only sound to keep him company was soon a rolling thunder that would turn the heads of anyone who heard it. For now, riding beside Roderick were seven other knights that had joined the order:
The Pink Eagle, a princess whose father ordered the death of her beloved Anna, by lashing her until she collapsed.
The Black Arrow, who never missed a shot except when it comes to romance. He carries a bow made of entangled vines.
The Gator, a pan knight who was banished and left to his own devices in the swamps of Argar, where he wrestled alligators and gained strength.
The Eclipse, who was excommunicated after a church member found he took too much liking in men and women, and his non-binary sibling Deimos, who is so strong they can uproot fully grown trees with their bare hands.
The Diamond, a trans woman to who people threw stones at after a fellow mine worker once caught her wearing a dress. Her armor is made out of the strongest materials, inset with a diamond placed over her heart, that no stone will ever be able to scratch.
And the Ace, who refused to make love and have children after she was betrothed to a handsome nobleman. She was thrown to the wolves but was quickly accepted by them.
Grass streaked underneath the thudding of hooves, but vanished as they came to a halt. There they stood, side by side on their horses, on the edge of a cliff that overlooked Rosebarrow.
“Today”, began Roderick, “I am honored and blessed to have you as my friends. Three years ago I made a vow…,” he said, looking up, thinking about Charlie “… that I would protect anyone who is queer with this sword.” He heaved the sword to show the other knights. “The king’s army and the people of Estria kill us for what? Because I like men? Because they don’t understand you are a woman? We are a disgrace they say. Say we should burn. But I don’t believe that! Nobody but me decrees what I can and cannot be!” He banged his chest. “We share the same pain and I have nothing but respect and admiration that you joined me on this mission. This isn’t my mission anymore, it’s ours.”
“There are kids, people, who go through life with their heads down, ashamed of who they are. They have been taught that who they are is wrong and they can’t even be themselves, and if they are, they get punished. Accepting yourself, loving yourself, being proud of yourself, it’s something all those people in Estria have. They are probably not even aware of what a privilege that is. And they call us a sin? Us? Fuck them. Being able to be yourself is a goddamn human right! And nobody, nobody, is going to take that away from us.”
“We have been through a lot. The battle is by far not only fought in the realm of the physical. The hardest battle is in our mind and hearts. But we are strong, we have overcome many trials, and you have given me the courage to stand up for others! To walk with pride!”
“Tonight we ride for Rosebarrow and let it be known we have arrived!
That we have their back
Because who are we?”
“WE ARE THE PRIDE KNIGHTS!” the other knights bellowed, their horses rearing up.
“The king’s army does not expect us to win
But we will never surrender!
Weakness is not in our hearts!
We will look at our fellow queers who struggle and fight day in and day out
And we will draw strength from them!
Because who are we?”
“WE ARE THE PRIDE KNIGHTS!”
“Never will we let them fall, never will we let them down
We will protect them
Because who are we?”
“WE ARE THE PRIDE KNIGHTS!”
“It’s just the eight of us now, and it might be the eight of us forever
We cannot expect others to ride with us
But we continue to fight for them!
And welcome everyone with open arms
So we can walk with pride together!
Because who are we?”
“WE ARE THE PRIDE KNIGHTS!”
“WHO ARE WE?”
“WE ARE THE PRIDE KNIGHTS!”
This made me tear up
As someone who has struggled with his orientation for a long time, this story hits really close to home and is very important to me. I reached out to @caeryth asking if we could do more with it. We want to have a website and create more Pride Knights’ content to inspire and empower others. We want everyone to know that your differences are what make you unique and that you are valid no matter how you identify yourself. We are both students and are short on money to buy a website but this is going to happen no matter how long it takes. However, we’ve made merch for our fellow Pride Knights who want to help out. Meet us:
There are t-shirts, sweatshirts and hoodies. The print is on the back and the Pride Knights’ logo on the front.
Join us and inspire and empower others. Show that it’s okay to differ from the masses. Show your support for others and your pride in yourself – celebrate what makes you, you.
We have each other’s backs!
We stand up for our fellow queers who fight day in and out and we draw strength from them!
So I went to Disney about a month ago and i got to meet aurora. she asked me and my mom if there were any “princes’” with us today. When I told her that I leaned more toward princesses she looked over at Cinderella sighed and replied with “yeah me too” and I think about that a lot.
instead of Friends they should’ve called it Friends & Ross
every conflict the Friends had to face was directly the cause of Ross
just saw an episode where chandler was trying to give joey money since he was struggling financially but joey was too proud to take it so chandler made up a gambling game where joey always won so chandler could give him money without him knowing. perfect example of two great Friends. then joey, confident with his skills in the game, goes to ross to play with him and loses it all to ross. joey tells chandler and he goes to ross and explains the situation and how the game was fake and asks for his money back but ross wouldn’t give it back. just one of the many examples of ross being a worthless piece of shit
I just watched the episode where Rachel hires a male nanny, Sandy, who is perfectly qualified and experienced. All of the friends love him including Joey who says that he is ‘learning so much’ from him. Except of course Ross who is a dick to Sandy the entire episode just because Ross doesn’t think being a nanny is a man’s job. Ross even went as far as to ask if he was gay in the job interview which I’m pretty sure is a big no-no. Ross eventually ends up firing Sandy purely because he’s a man in a female dominated job and because he thinks is too sensitive which is hilarious because the only sensitive one here is Ross and his fragile masculinity.
What about the one where Ross gets upset because his two year old son wants to play with a Barbie? He spends the entire episode trying to convince him that G.I. Joe is better.
How about the part where Rachel got a dream job in Paris, and fuckboy Ross who had treated Rachel like shit in the past, decided to try and win her back at the airport when he should have just let her go to her dream job.
I watched an episode where Ross and Rachel got trashed in Vegas and then went to the chapel and got married. When they came to Ross wouldn’t get an annulment because he didn’t want to be known as the guy who gets divorced. He is kind of awful.
KEEP THIS THREAD GOIN KIDS DRAG THAT FUCKER
Or the one where Ross yells at Rachel for dating Elizabeth’s dad because it’s “weird” for him but had no problem going out with Rachel’s sister, Jill, when Rachel had an issue with it.
Or how about the one where Rachel is having the time of her life at a job she loves, but insecure douche canoe Ross has a problem that she’s working with another man, and gives Rachel such a hard time about it, she decides she needs a break from their relationship
The show Friends actually invented the term ‘friendzone’ to describe Ross’ inability to show Rachel that he wanted to be with her (back at the start).
Or when Rachel and Joey get together and Ross freaks out about it even though he was currently dating Joey’s ex-girlfriend Charlie.
He told Rachel that he read the letter she wrote him so that they would get back together.
He got jealous that Rachel was living with Joey while she was pregnant with Emma.
Speaking of Emma he kept telling Rachel at the beginning of her pregnancy that there was no possible way she could do this alone and that they should get married cause it was the right thing to do
The amount of times he has made small comments about the influence Carol and Susan have on Ben.
He dated one of his students and didn’t seem to understand why her father was uncomfortable with their relationship.
He is constantly correcting people and treating others like they aren’t as intelligent as he is because he has a Ph.D. And he thinks since he is “sensitive” and “nice” that women should want to be with him.
Ross is the epitome of “but I’m a nice guy.”
There was also the episode where Phoebe didn’t believe in evolution and he spent the entire episode obsessed with proving to her that his belief was the only true belief. He wouldn’t let it go until Phoebe finally stood up for herself in the end and made him cave.
I am on record as being absolutely ride-or-die anti-Ross Geller. He is one of television’s all-time worst human men.
#1: Ross never saw Rachel as a friend. He ONLY saw her as a romantic prospect and never got over his crush on her. He’s had a crush on her since high school so in his mind he “claimed” her first and long after they broke up he resented and deliberately tried sabotaging every male relationship in her life.
#2 Ross literally could not accept that Mark (or any man) could be friends with Rachel because HE couldn’t be “just friends” with Rachel. Throughout the series it’s often Joey that tells Ross that he doesn’t OWN Rachel while Chandler and Monica (OH DON’T LET ME GO OFF ABOUT MONICA) enable him.
#3 “WE WERE ON A BREAK” is NEVER an excuse.
#4 I am STILL pissed that Rachel got off that damn plane! Ross sabotaged her career at EVERY. SINGLE. TURN. He was “tired of having a relationship with her answering machine”. He was constantly jealous of all her male colleagues. He WALTZ INTO HER WORKPLACE TO ARGUE ABOTU THEIR RELATIONSHIP PROBLEMS!
#5 AND HE HAD THE AUDACITY TO FALL ASLEEP at a work event that he DEMANDED she take him to.
#6 I DARE YOU to name ONE THING that Ross EVER did to unselfishly help Rachel’s career.
#7 LITERALLY EVERYONE WANTED Rachel to get on that plane. There was nothing left for her professionally in New York. The Paris job was her DREAM. But GUESS WHO DIDN’T. FUCKING ROSS BECAUSE IT ALWAYS HAS TO BE ABOUT HIM AND WHAT HE WANTS.
#8 I HATED (HATED) the running gag that Ross’s first wife being gay was the reason they divorced. MAYBE IT WAS BECAUSE YOU WERE A TERRIBLE HUMAN BEING.
#9 Ross’s need to win EVERY SINGLE TIME
#10 Ross ALWAYS treats everyone (ESPECIALLY RACHEL) like they’re intellectually beneath him.
In addition to all of this:
HE SAID THE WRONG NAME AT HIS OWN WEDDING TO EMILY
He doesn’t annul his and Rachel’s wedding AND LIES ABOUT IT
he made a move on his COUSIN, and RATIONALIZED THAT IT WAS FINE BASED ON HER ACTIONS
He didn’t read the letter
AGAIN “WE WERE ON A BREAK” (if Ross thought he and Rachel were on a break and he did nothing wrong, why did he hide the girl from the copy place behind the door?)
He KEPT TRACK of how many times he and Rachel had sex
He is whiney weak bitch
He CONSTANTLY belittles the accomplishments of others
He has anger management issues
He suffers from the Nice Guy Syndrome (NGS); fun fact, Friends coined the term the friendzone, this is no coincidence
The whole turkey sandwich thing
He’s a shitty parent
An even shittier sibling
Sexist
Homophobic
Has never been in a relationship where he HASN’T cheated
When he got caught getting high in highschool, he throws his oldest friend under the bus
Unagi
He dates a student (A STUDENT)
He’s never been in a relationship where he hasn’t lied
The “We Hate Rachel Club” and the rumor that he and Will started in high school
I could go on about how Rachel SHOULD have ended up with Joey, but that’s a whole other Ted Talk.
also, ross made a pro/con list because he couldn’t decide if he wanted to date julie or rachel. in it, he described rachel as “spoiled, ditzy, too into her looks, and just a waitress”.
I hate Ross with a passion and his role has poisoned David Schwimmer for me. Especially after Six Days, Seven Nights in which he pretty much has the same role
This post makes me literally giddy so I’m gonna keep adding to it every single time I see it:
“I could go on about how Rachel SHOULD have ended up with Joey, but that’s a whole other Ted Talk.”
When Rachel and Ross first got together in season 2, there was a scene where they were going to have sex for the first time. They were making out and Ross squeezed her ass and Rachel kinda started giggling a bit because she was really nervous about moving their relationship from friends to lovers. She tells him that it’s a really big deal to her and he says “I knew it was big, just not HA-HA big”. He’s completely missing the point that she’s massively uncomfortable and he just thinks shes laughing at him. She tried to shake it off and continue, but she felt really uncomfortable and embarrassed about it and couldn’t stop giggling. She apologizes over and over again and tells him she’s going to try not to laugh anymore and then tries to initiate another kiss. Ross tells her he refuses to touch her anymore because he’s too self conscious now and the moment is gone, making her feel like shit for being nervous.
THE EXACT SAME THING HAPPENS WHEN RACHEL STARTS DATING JOEY!
Rachel and Joey are kissing on his couch and Joey starts moving his hand up her leg. She breaks the kiss and literally slaps his hand and immediately apologizes for the knee-jerk reaction. Joey just shrugs and they start kissing again. He tries touching her leg again and she slaps him a second time. She apologizes and he just makes a joke: “I don’t get it, Chandler loved it”. So they try kissing for a third time and he tries the leg trick again and this time, Rachel slaps his hand AND both sides of his face. Joey AGAIN just makes another joke: “Uh… Was that good for you?”
He, unlike Fucktard McGee, actually senses that maybe Rachel isn’t ready to sleep with him just yet, so he tries to comfort her by asking if she’s sure she wants to do this with him. She replies that she IS sure, it’s just going to take some getting used to switching from friends to lovers. THEN HE ACTUALLY TRIES TO OFFER SOLUTIONS and he asks her what they can do to make it easier for her. She suggests maybe not touching her legs right off the bat and he complies without complaint. They still can’t seem to get in the same groove with each other despite trying a few more times, so they mutually agree that maybe its not the best to be together. She leans on his shoulder and he kisses her head and he says that he loves her no matter what.
LIKE. I DON’T GET IT. JOEY IS SO GOD DAMN SWEET AND PURE HE MAKES ME WANNA CRY. HE IS LITERALLY THE BEST CHARACTER ON THE FUCKING SHOW AND THE FACT THAT HE ENDS UP ALONE IS THE WORST DECISION THAT SHOW HAS EVER MADE. FUCK ROSS AND HE WILL ALWAYS BE AN EVIL PERSON.
REBLOGGING AGAIN AND I’M NOT SORRY!
#5 AND HE HAD THE AUDACITY TO FALL ASLEEP at a work event that he DEMANDED she take him to.
THIS EVENT WAS A 45 MINUTE LECTURE, PEOPLE!!! FORTY!!! FIVE!!! MINUTES!!!!!!! HE COULDN’T SUPPORT HIS GIRLFRIEND FOR 45 GOD DAMN FUCKING MINUTES I CAN’T EVEN DEAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i hated ros in the 90′s and i still hate the git now..rachel should have ended up with joey..fuck ross..actually don’t fuck the insecure little man baby
Literally all the reasons why I can’t watch Friends marathons with anyone. If you want a little insight into someone, ask who their favorite Friends character is. If they say Ross…red flag. Just saying.
one of the many reasons edward and rosalie seem to always be at odds with each other is because (while they both hate their vampirism) they have very different perspectives on why
edward is completely preoccupied with the religious/spiritual aspect. he’s convinced he has been essentially damned, that he’s a soulless monster, no matter what. he’s looking towards his end and what the afterlife will mean for him
while rosalie is mourning the life she should have had. rather than worry what her current actions might lead to, she’s constantly thinking about the girl she was and can never be
so every action edward takes is made with the belief he is working towards an end and one that is basically damnation. he will always strive to do what he considers moral in line with his “humanity”
rosalie, on the other hand, is living like someone who lost everything. she’s a good person, but she doesn’t have the same hang ups edward does. she’s ruthless, because she refuses to sacrifice anything else. she obviously adapted her moral code to align with her new life: consider how she is willing to kill bella in midnight sun, or let her die in twilight.
none of those decisions are particularly bad by vampire standards, but for edward, it’s literally unthinkable
to rosalie, edward is brooding and selfish
to edward, rosalie is shallow and cold
both of them are wrong and right about each other because they’re essentially two sides of the same coin
any white at a protest who tries to go against police and deliberately provoke a response from them is not to be trusted and does not have the safety of black and brown people in mind.
there is a good chance that they are police too. if anyone, especially a white dude, ever randomly gets your attention and conspiratorially tries to convince you to jump a police officer, then dude is a cop. They have been using this technique and script for at least 30 years.
Check their fucking shoes. They’re always too afraid that their little toesies will be hurt so they’ll usually still be rocking the exact same boots as the guys on the other side. This was what gave the cops away when they provoked riots in Toronto a while back.
@talesofalamia, remember when I pointed out the shoes of the two well-dressed informants near us?
Similar note: IME, unmarked cruisers have five distinguishing traits:
1. They’re one of the department-issue models. 2. They’re always white, black, or dark blue. 3. They always look like they just rolled out of a car wash. 4. Usually rocking restricted plates. 5. Most reliable if present but hardest to spot: Their mirrors are bulkier, to fit the light rigs in.
In Austin the under cover officer that tried to convince me to set a cop car on fire had a convincing fake beard.
Be careful out there and read up on common tactics used against protestors before going.
You can usually see the stealth lights if you look into the grill.
Besides the old obvious as fuck Crown Victoria, be suspicious of 2013+ Ford Taurus and Explorer, 2006+ Dodge Charger and Dakota, 06-13 Chevy Impala, 11+ Chevy Caprice and both the Tahoe and Suburban.
Look for oversize mirrors, plugs on the roof and/or A pillar, lights inside the grill, extraneous lights inside the headlight assembly, lights tucked up behind the rear view mirror, steel wheels with or without wheel covers, and plugs or short antennas on the trunk lid.
Reblogging this for two reasons: 1. So people who have reason to be afraid of the police (which is pretty much anyone with significant melanin) see it. 2. Uh, good writer reference for describing undercover cop cars…
Dumbledore, notorious for giving second chances Dumbledore, let Sirius rot in Azkaban for twelve years.
He must have known Sirius well due to his time in the Order, he must have known what James meant to Sirius. Dumbledore was a member of the freaking Wizengamot yet he didn’t fight the Ministry’s horrifying trial-optional policy.
This is a man who took back Death Eater!Snape at his word, shielded him from prison, and employed him at a school for children.
But he didn’t have a use for Sirius, so he didn’t care about him.
I got 99 problems with Dumbledore and his treatment of Sirius Black accounts for like 64 of them.
To be honest, Albus Dumbledore is one of the most disturbing, terrifying characters I’ve ever found in a book, because he thought he was a good guy and so did everyone else and the books don’t really challenge it either (given that Harry forgives him for everything he did), but when you look between the lines he was profoundly, profoundly immoral and unethical.
A couple of months ago, I was talking about HP characters with a friend, and he said that Dumbledore was one of his least favorite characters of all time.
Naturally, this took me back a bit since he’s one of the heroes of the series, misguided as he was at times. Still, I was curious and asked my friend why he hated him. His answer still strikes a chord with me.
“There is never, ever a reason to leave a child in an abusive home. Never.”
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