are2dtoo asked: the marijuana in his system could have affected his reaction time, meaning that if the officer told him to turn around & he took too long to do so, the cop could have gotten impatient & shot him

iwriteaboutfeminism:

I want you to think about what you just said.

20 Aug 2014 / Reblogged from marfmellow with 6,469 notes

merryweatherblue:

I took my little brother (who falls on the autism spectrum) to see Guardians of the Galaxy and after this scene he lit up like a Christmas tree and screamed “He’s like me! He can’t do metaphors!” And for the rest of the film my brother stared at Drax in a state of rapture. 

So for the last 6 days I have heard my brother repeatedly quote all of the Drax lines from the movie verbatim (one of his talents), begin studying vocabulary test words, and tell everyone he knows that people with autism can also be superheroes.

Now I am not saying that Drax the Destroyer is, or was ever, intended to be autistic. All I am saying is that it warmed my heart to see my brother have an opportunity to identify himself with a character known for his strength, badassness, and honor. And that is pretty damn awesome. 

So while I adored Guardians of the Galaxy as a great fun loving film with cool characters I can do nothing but thank Marvel Studios and Dave Bautista for finally bringing a superhero to the screen that my little brother can relate to.

20 Aug 2014 / Reblogged from everythingyoulovetohate with 159,209 notes

alivesoul:

Welcome to Passive, New York
As Andy Henriquez, a 19 year old from Washington Heights lay in his cell dying from a tear in his aorta, an artery that supplies blood to the heart, he asked a guard if he could call his mother just to say goodbye. For days he suffered in pain barely able to breathe as the blood made its way down to his groin. He request was denied. His fellow inmates knew something was wrong. They screamed and kicked doors in a failed bid to get Andy some help.  A doctor who visited him earlier that day prescribed him hand cream and wrote the prescription in the wrong name.
Hours later he was found dead on the floor of his cell.
This happened in April of last year, New Yorkers are just hearing about it today because a suit has been filed by the lawyer of Mr. Henriquez’s family.
In this last year I have been thinking about some things….
I have thought about the death of Eric Garner and the muted outrage that followed.
I have thought about all the black men who were set up by Detective Louis Scarcella from Brooklyn, who have languished in jail for years and are just now having their cases reviewed after it was discovered Scarcella was crooked and the silence that followed.
I have thought about how everyone just accepts that Stop and Frisk is a thing of the past and that the rights of black and brown men here in New York City are not still being violated.
I have thought about how slick it was for our Mayor to parade his black family in front of the cameras to get elected and how New Yorkers have yet to check him for basically being Bloomberg 2.0.
I have thought about those who live in the projects whose stewards, NYCHA, last year said they had a surplus of money to fix them and are now saying this year they have no money.
I have thought about how “affordable housing” here means you must make damn near 100k, yet no one seems to believe that this city hates its poor.
I have thought about the fact that this city has the highest rates of workplace discrimination lawsuits in the country, yet no one wants to address racism in the workplace.
I have thought about how gentrification of this city has made many neighborhoods I once loved and enjoyed unrecognizable and in my view turned its residents into the quietest, softest, most passive lot of New Yorkers I have ever experienced in my lifetime here.
Who the fuck are you people?
There will be very little outrage over Mr. Henriquez’s death. This lot of New Yorkers would be more outraged if you kicked a cat than if you choked a young black man to death or allowed one to internally bleed to death on the floor of a jail cell.

alivesoul:

Welcome to Passive, New York

As Andy Henriquez, a 19 year old from Washington Heights lay in his cell dying from a tear in his aorta, an artery that supplies blood to the heart, he asked a guard if he could call his mother just to say goodbye. For days he suffered in pain barely able to breathe as the blood made its way down to his groin. He request was denied. His fellow inmates knew something was wrong. They screamed and kicked doors in a failed bid to get Andy some help.

A doctor who visited him earlier that day prescribed him hand cream and wrote the prescription in the wrong name.

Hours later he was found dead on the floor of his cell.

This happened in April of last year, New Yorkers are just hearing about it today because a suit has been filed by the lawyer of Mr. Henriquez’s family.

In this last year I have been thinking about some things….

I have thought about the death of Eric Garner and the muted outrage that followed.

I have thought about all the black men who were set up by Detective Louis Scarcella from Brooklyn, who have languished in jail for years and are just now having their cases reviewed after it was discovered Scarcella was crooked and the silence that followed.

I have thought about how everyone just accepts that Stop and Frisk is a thing of the past and that the rights of black and brown men here in New York City are not still being violated.

I have thought about how slick it was for our Mayor to parade his black family in front of the cameras to get elected and how New Yorkers have yet to check him for basically being Bloomberg 2.0.

I have thought about those who live in the projects whose stewards, NYCHA, last year said they had a surplus of money to fix them and are now saying this year they have no money.

I have thought about how “affordable housing” here means you must make damn near 100k, yet no one seems to believe that this city hates its poor.

I have thought about the fact that this city has the highest rates of workplace discrimination lawsuits in the country, yet no one wants to address racism in the workplace.

I have thought about how gentrification of this city has made many neighborhoods I once loved and enjoyed unrecognizable and in my view turned its residents into the quietest, softest, most passive lot of New Yorkers I have ever experienced in my lifetime here.

Who the fuck are you people?

There will be very little outrage over Mr. Henriquez’s death. This lot of New Yorkers would be more outraged if you kicked a cat than if you choked a young black man to death or allowed one to internally bleed to death on the floor of a jail cell.

20 Aug 2014 / Reblogged from evolelizabeth with 12,563 notes

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lullabysounds:

i’m really happy i’m seeing so many non-black pals share information + becoming so angry about Ferguson but please do not forget that you will never understand how heavy and terrifying this has been to watch unfold as a black person. it has hit me like a ton of bricks how much i’ve been lied to,…

20 Aug 2014 / Reblogged from lullabysounds with 522 notes

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hotsenator:

honestly me right now

hotsenator:

honestly me right now

20 Aug 2014 / Reblogged from lullabysounds with 8,181 notes

definitelydope:

By Mira Heo

20 Aug 2014 / Reblogged from definitelydope with 126 notes

ethiopienne:

"iggy azalea is the queen of hip h—"

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20 Aug 2014 / Reblogged from angrywocunited with 22,229 notes

Kirsten Dunst in The Virgin Suicides, dir. by Sofia Coppola, 1999

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20 Aug 2014 / Reblogged from my5tic41andshit with 16,307 notes

Usher did not write Confessions for y’all to still be having side chicks

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20 Aug 2014 / Reblogged from dustyvanilla with 29,015 notes

erikangstrom:

“I’m black… They never let me forget it. I’m black alright… I’ll never let them forget it.” 
-Jack Johnson, first black Heavyweight Champion of the World (1878-1946)

erikangstrom:

“I’m black… They never let me forget it. I’m black alright… I’ll never let them forget it.” 

-Jack Johnson, first black Heavyweight Champion of the World (1878-1946)

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14 Aug 2014 / Reblogged from everythingyoulovetohate with 12,423 notes

vanityfair:

Of Style and Stardom
Lauren Bacall, photographed by John Engstead, the year she became Mrs. Humphrey Bogart, 1945.

vanityfair:

Of Style and Stardom

Lauren Bacall, photographed by John Engstead, the year she became Mrs. Humphrey Bogart, 1945.

14 Aug 2014 / Reblogged from paris2london with 3,104 notes

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20daysofjune:

Oh no, guys!
The wrong officer’s address and information was leaked and how he’s receiving death threats! How dare someone be wrongfully accused and put in danger! He could be hurt! Or even killed! For something he didn’t do! Human beings don’t deserve that!
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Sike. Leak every motherfucking Ferguson police offer’s address and information. Welcome to the other side of a stereotype, boys. This one’s for Big Mike.

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14 Aug 2014 / Reblogged from marfmellow with 16,415 notes

viiroots:

Gang signs out the window ya bish

viiroots:

Gang signs out the window ya bish

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12 Aug 2014 / Reblogged from eddyvalentine with 16,984 notes