Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win
Jun 16
cthulhu-with-a-fez asked: like at least when people in the 1800s went to settle things with firearms it was a mutually agreed-upon challenge with actual rules and a doctor on site to handle injuries.
………………..do you know how this would go. I THINK YOU KNOW HOW THIS WOULD GO. Our boy gets twitter because no one takes to the modern world of EVERYONE HAS AN OPINION AT ALL TIMES ON EVERYTHING like Alexander Hamilton, gobshite without compare. His handle, for those who want to fight him, is adotham because AlexanderHamilton was taken and JeffersonIsACocklesswonder is both too long and inappropriate (another aspect of modern life Alexander loves: the insults. He swears in the baroque, joyful, incomprehensible fashion of Malcolm Tucker because he is Alexander Hamilton. Bitch.)
(Bitch is not punctuation, Nick Fury will say to him later. Alexander Hamilton begs to differ. Bitch.)
Anyway. Anyway. You know how it happens: some troll tweets him. @adotham come fight me you immigrant cunt and Hamilton tweets back: name a time and place and no one ever replies.
“They wish to duel me, do they not?” he says, Macbook on his knees, head on one side: quizzical, black-eyed, gorgeous. Captain America blinks.
“Not…precisely,” he says. How does one explain the etiquette of twitter trolling? Steve doesn’t understand it himself. Hamilton, tiny and quivering with pent up energy, ready to fight the world: be it with quill, blog or gun. He’s got the most magnificent eyes and the most aristocratic nose and –
– Steve has always been confident in his sexuality. He is bi as fuck and happily involved with Bucky, Winter Soldier, World’s Most Deadly Assassin and current ambassador to Wahanda.
But my God, my God, Hamilton makes people forget that they are committed –
– almost. Almost. Anyway: he says, “I don’t think they actually want to fight you,” he says.
“But they challenged my honour,” says Hamilton, hotly.
He responds to every threat of violence thus: a demand for a time and a place. He gets increasingly frustrated. Not once does a troll respond. Eventually, they stop entirely – mainly because Hamilton learns a little of Tony’s computer prowess, tracks one down, and shows up outside his house with a pair of pistols. “Guns drawn at dawn,” he pronounces, and the chubby forty year old blinks and stutters and stammers and Hamilton grins, sharp and feral, and says, “Stop writing cheques you can’t fucking cash.”
i feel bad for teachers because i distinctly remember my mom bursting into tears once when she was grading papers and she was just mumbling “theyre so goddamn stupid” over and over
every time i read this i laugh a little harder
My teacher was grading our history tests in class once, and it was all quiet. Then suddenly she just threw down her pen and slammed her head into the desk. We all looked up, wide-eyed and confused. then she just sat up after a minute and whispers “Mexico is not in the Middle East.”
Our English teacher was so upset with our quality of work one morning that she picked up someones paper and threw it. She hadn’t crumpled it into a ball or anything, so it somehow caught the air, looped right around and hit her in the back of the head. Our eyes all bulged as we sat there trying our hardest not to burst out laughing.
words-writ-in-starlight asked: Okay this probably won't shock you, but I have a request for the five headcanons thing (I thought of this on my walk back to my dorm from my internship and in my defense it's been a long day): Force-sensitive Padme AU.
Padmé gets found on Search by Tahl at like four, which is a little late but Tahl’s just like “lol whatever I was SIX” and THEN is like “would you like to be a Jedi, child? ❤” and Padmé is all “NO, I AM GOING TO BE A POLITICAL-TICIAN.” Tahl is like “omg ❤❤❤” and slightly heartbroken, but okay, fair enough.
As a result, Padmé becomes aware that she is Force-sensitive, and is vaguely aware that being Force-sensitive means people can do stuff WITH the Force. She does some light reading during playtime. Her parents are like “sweetie don’t you want to go, you know … actually PLAY?” and she is like “BUT THIS IS SO INTERESTING” and they are just all okay, alright, if you’re sure kiddo. Her sister thinks the Force is boring af but Padmé is faaaascinated. Tahl thinks she is adorable and gives her a few of her own books before she leaves. Padmé is also FIVE, and doesn’t realize that not getting proper training should preclude her from doing Force-ly things. She teaches herself to meditate because she’s vaguely aware that’s a thing that Force-sensitive people do, and then she teaches herself to lift feathers and bend spoons and throw full-sized punching bags across the gym, because she’s vaguely that THOSE things are things that Force-sensitive people do. She is not at ALL aware that Tahl never expected her to be quite so good at reading between the lines in those books she left and figuring out how to do all this shit.
Later on, Baby Padmé sends the Jedi Temple a very serious little hand-written letter addressed to “Miss Lady Jedi Tahl” about how she would like to borrow some other books, please, Miss Lady Jedi. The books she has now are VERY good books and she likes them very MUCH, but she has read them all now and she would like to learn more new things but because she has read them all she can’t learn new things. Also please accept this courtesy gift of a copy of her two favorite picture books, “The Junior Legislator’s Guide To Drafting A Peace Treaty” and “The Junior Legislator’s Guide To Firearm Use And Maintenance”, thank you very much. Tahl is SO ENAMORED and sends her PROBABLY WAY TOO MANY BOOKS, TO BE FRANK. Padmé reads them all. Repeatedly. And TAKES NOTES.
Everyone on Naboo who knows her well is politely baffled by but supportive of her interests, although they don’t let it get around that the new Queen is basically a mail-order Jedi because that would sort of defeat the purpose of having decoys. Anyway, Padmé never did get around to testing out that lightsaber design; blasters are just SO convenient. Ranged weapons are a gift and they are not a gift Padmé Amidala is going to waste, thank you very much.
Anakin was already going to be doomed, of course, but when he finds out the amazing angel he’s just met can DEFLECT BLASTER BOLTS BARE-HANDED … yeah, yeah, Anakin Skywalker is in love. He is in tiny nine year-old hero-worship love and he will NEVER EVER NOT BE, EVER, PADME PLEASE TEACH ME HOW YOU DID THAT I WILL SHOW YOU HOW TO HOTWIRE A SPEEDER?? Padmé’s all “oh no Annie it’s nothing ❤” and Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan are like “NO, NO, IT IS DEFINITELY SOMETHING o_O”.
This went EXACTLY where I hoped it would.
tell me what you think about me starting with ‘tbh’
“it’s the morning of the tournament and I need some help
with my boards” “sure, I have a huge emergency repair kit! what do you need?”
“well I have some boards here, and these are some pictures I printed off from
the hotel printer last night” “oh my god”
You’re about to get kicked out until you can adhere to
tournament attire. Good thing I have duct tape and the rules don’t actually
specify what your tie has to look like.
I’m going neg against the most annoyingly stupid case in the
world but no one’s been able to beat it yet and when you heard I was debating
them you ran up with three separate briefs specifically written against their
case even though you’re from a different club.
You keep trying to give a full round of applause every time
they call my name during awards and everyone kind of hates you right now.
It’s the 6th round and we just went up against novices.
You’re convinced it was power matched and I’m trying to persuade you it was
power protected before you start crying on me.
I asked for a copy of your IAC in cross examination and you
handed me a double sided piece of paper in size 3 font.
I don’t recognize the team I’m about to go up against from
the postings so I’m running through the hallways desperately asking people if
they know them, where they’re from, or what case they’re running. You are the
team. Oh, awkward.
“can we run our squirrel case?” “no” “can we run a counter
plan?” “… we’re affirmative” “can we-” “NO”
You found me crying in the hallway and asked if I was
alright but I was just practicing my interp and now you’re all flustered but it
was really sweet of you to ask.
I’m doing debate plus five speeches at this tournament and
don’t have time to eat. You’re a stranger who offered me an energy bar as
I was running to my next room but now it’s two days later and I still haven’t
been able to track you down to thank you.
I was 110% sure we didn’t break so I spent the last half
hour before announcements puddle jumping in my suit in the rain but now that
I’m soaked it turns out that we made it to Quarter Finals so… oops?
You wanted to support me so you came to watch my impromptu
but all of the options were awful and my speech was less than a minute and now
I can never look you in the eye again and why would you even come watch an
impromptu?
You always use this one analogy in your debate rounds and
I’m sick and tired of it so I decide to use it first and the expression of
shock and betrayal on your face is priceless.
I totally blank in the middle of my speech and stand there
trying to remember what comes next. After about twenty seconds you say “Houston, we have a
problem”
Our judge got a phone call in the middle of the round and
stepped out to take it. Neither of us know what to do, or if we’re allowed to
talk to each other, but I guess we have unlimited prep time now?
According to a recent New York Times article, more Asian-American actors and activists have spoken out with raw, unapologetic anger.
When Constance Wu landed the part of Jessica Huang, the Chinese-American matriarch on the ABC sitcom “Fresh Off the Boat,” she didn’t realize just how significant the role would turn out to be. As she developed her part, Ms. Wu heard the same dismal fact repeated over and over again: It had been 20 years since a show featuring a predominantly Asian-American cast had aired on television. ABC’s previous offering, the 1994 Margaret Cho vehicle “All-American Girl,” was canceled after one season.
“I wasn’t really conscious of it until I booked the role,” Ms. Wu said. “I was focused on the task at hand, which was paying my rent.”
The show, which was just renewed for a third season, has granted Ms. Wu a steady job and a new perspective. “It changed me,” Ms. Wu said. After doing a lot of research, she shifted her focus “from self-interest to Asian-American interests.”
Other actors lending their voices include Kumail Nanjiani of “Silicon Valley,” Ming-Na Wen of “Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.” and Aziz Ansari, who in his show, “Master of None,” plays an Indian-American actor trying to make his mark.
They join longtime actors and activists like BD Wong of “Gotham”; Margaret Cho, who has taken her tart comedic commentary to Twitter; andGeorge Takei, who has leveraged his “Star Trek” fame into a social media juggernaut.
It kills me how entitled these nerd boys get when it comes to sex like bruh, Revenge of the Nerds lied to you, the jock she likes so much isn’t an asshole, you’re just a fuckboy with no social skills and no willingness to actually see her as anything other than a human toy for your penis
And even if he is an asshole, you’re not any better, so simmer the fuck down and shut up.
^^^
But let’s be real. 99.9% of the time, he isn’t an asshole. The nerd boy whining is just a fucking jealous asshole who is overexaggerating those ‘she complains about her boyfriend’ posts those assholes do.
And lets not forget that these are the same guys who think ‘negging’ is a good idea. No charisma, no actual personality whatsoever, they have to be trained to treat women like shit because some Hot Topic reject told them its our fault they aren’t getting laid.
it gets even worse because instead of seeking blame on the “asshole” they blame the woman for being with the supposed asshole, so instead of finding hate towards a supposed abusive piece of shit they find hate towards the woman. They literaly wire themsevles to hate women in any way they can and then wonder why nobody likes them.
It’s sad, really.
Like real talk? I’ve been in nerd culture for a long time, I worked in a comic shop when I was in high school, I’ve dated a lot of nerds, and I’ve dated a lot of jocks (before I realized I was a lesbian anyway). Like 9 times out of 10 the jocky guys I knew were way nicer than the so called nerds.
I NEVER had to prove myself to any of these “jocks” to be deemed “cool enough” to be worthy of their time. It’s like “Hey you like video games? that’s awesome!” “You read comics? so cool!” “Hey you don’t like sports/this sports team? That’s fine.” Whereas I was constantly tested, and judged, and criticized by these “nerdy” guys who never wanted me in “their” space.
I wonder why these types of guys are alone.
Yep. These are the same males prattling on about “beta males” and other PUA nonsense.
