#god i hate this fucking government i hate everyone who used their influence to platform every member of this fucking

[andromedasummer]

looking at ACT trying to change fucking te tiriti to amend it to include """all new zealanders""" and dismantle the human rights commission and hoping everyone supported their anti-lockdown rhetoric and spread their free speech bullshit that let them get a foothold in the public eye pisses themselves today.

thanks for retweeting these guys during lockdown mitch evans. i know the dogwhistles can't reach you all the way in monaco but i'll tell you what i sure am glad you had that instagram tantrum over our previous prime minister who didnt undermine confidence in our already strained health service and also didnt remove the plans that would've let me and thousands of others have a genuine shot at buying a house one day. so cool seeing family and friends lose their jobs alongside thousands of other in my city because fuck public servants the landlords need millions. so glad you have influence over people here in aotearoa by virtue of fumbling championships repeatedly while driving a car about as well as any other wealthy aucklander because the country is so small it'll devour any dregs of sports success it can scrounge up.

[tisfan]

Stark Raving Mad

Chapter Six of that Tony Stark/Victor Von Doom fic that nobody asked for...

To Victor goes the Spoils | A Stark Reminder | Doom’s Day Scenario | Stark Truth | Doom and Despair

Drinking didn’t help. 

Tony had known it wouldn’t, it never had. But sometimes in the bottom of the bottle, Tony had found a little forgetfulness, a little numbness. 

Not this time; no amount of single-malt cut the pain. There was no fog or relief with an empty glass. There were some pretty epic hangovers, however. Sometimes he could disguise the anguish in his chest in a throbbing headache and muscle spasms. Dealing with a brain that wanted to shrink to the size of a walnut and hide under the bed was easier than thinking. 

He started living for those few moments in between dreaming and waking, when he felt strong, warm arms around him. Heard a lightly accented voice in his ear, telling him everything was going to be all right. 

And then he would slide his hand across the cool sheets, seeking a warm, familiar shape, pretending that his lover was just out of reach, instead of half the world away. Half the world and an impenetrable wall of lies and misunderstandings away. 

At least night was only half the time. 

Tony couldn’t decide if sleep was the enemy or his best solace. Sleeping eased the pain; in sleep he could forget, and even if his dreams were haunted, or he’d wake up hard and aching and reaching, he wasn’t in agony while sleeping. On the other hand, during his waking hours, he got… used to it. The pain didn’t lessen, he didn’t feel better, but he did grow accustomed to it. By the time he was awake for eighteen hours, he could better carry the load. Sleep… reset his tolerance. 

Waking up was the worst. The constant hangover probably didn’t help, but he couldn’t give any of it up. 

I wish I could quit you.

[Mobile readers, ware the readmore line, or catch the whole story at A03 [x] ]

He’d thought walking away was the hardest thing he’d ever done. It wasn’t. Staying away, now that was hard, and each day, each hour, it was a decision he had to make all over again, because it wouldn’t take that long, or even that much effort, to be in the suit, across the sea, and on his fucking knees in front of Victor Von Doom, begging to be taken back. 

He’s the one who should apologize. 

Didn’t matter, in the end. This was something Tony could not have. 

“Your boyfriend’s in the papers again,” Clint said, one morning -- well, actually it was more like early evening, but fuck it, if it was Tony’s first goddamn cup of coffee, it was morning. 

“What?” The coffee slopped over the edge of the mug, searing Tony’s fingers. He hissed, stuck his fingers in his mouth out of instinct and that was even more painful. Eventually he got himself together enough to run his hand under some cold water. “What are you even talking about, Barton?” 

No one knew. No one could ever know. 

“Doom,” Clint said. He brandished the paper at Tony. “Didn’t he kidnap you recently?” 

“Tony’s been kidnapped so many times, it kinda slips his mind,” Natasha pointed out. 

“I’m not really susceptible to Stockholm Syndrome,” Tony managed, heart beating in his throat. Why was Victor in the papers. “If I was, there’d be a lot more Ten Rings fanatics in the world.”

“Well, thank God for that,” Steve said. He was buttering an English muffin and smearing more jam on it than any five people should have been able to eat. 

Why was everyone else eating breakfast at… Tony checked the clock. Oh. It actually was six-thirty in the morning. He was getting his days and nights all backward, trying to stay awake as long as possible and then falling on his face from exhaustion, only to crawl out of bed unrested and weary. Had he ever been awake at this time of day on purpose before in his life? Probably, but he couldn’t remember why he’d want to do that. 

“Why?” 

“Why what?” Everyone had just continued on with their day as if nothing earth shattering was happening at all. 

Tony counted prime numbers backward from ten thousand. “Why is Doom in the papers?” 

“Oh, some pappas managed to get a pic of his face,” Clint said. “Can you believe it? I thought that guy was supposed to be all scared up and hideous.” 

What? “What?” Tony snatched the paper up and spread it out on the table. “That can’t be real.” 

Doom Unmasked 

Actually a series of photographs; Doom’s hands at his throat, unhooking the mask. Sitting at a desk, face covered by his hands, as if weary. Or grieving. A final shot, a little blurry, but recognizable.

Victor. 

“I didn’t think a photographer would get close enough to Castle Doom to get a picture,” Steve said. “Doesn’t he shoot foreigners on sight? Him and those Doombots.” 

“I think it’s a fake,” Sam said. “The real Doom would have strung up a photographer on the nearest spike and let his guts spill out.”

He’s not like that, Tony wanted to protest. At least not anymore. 

“That’s lovely breakfast conversation,” Tony snarked, his tone a little more hostile than he’d meant it to be. He folded up the paper and tucked it under his arm. “I’ll be in the shop. If anyone needs me… too fucking bad.” 

“What was your involvement in the Latveria conflict, Mr. Stark?” Christine Everhart smiled at him, her teeth looking like a shark’s grin rather than anything like a human expression. 

“I accompanied the Fantastic Four, on rumors of stolen Stark Industries weapons tech being obtained by the Latverian government,” Tony said. He had a whole handful of printed cards; but you’d think Pepper would stop handing him that kind of bullshit, because he was never going to deliver a speech based on what some PR buffoon wrote down. If she wanted the spin to go her way, she needed to give the goddamn speech herself and leave him out of it. It didn’t even matter that the reporters wanted Iron Man, it’s not like she hadn’t made excuses on his behalf before.

“But that’s not what you found?” 

“I’m sure you already know the answer to that,” Stark said, giving her his best cheeky grin. He’d always been good at playing the press, smiling on the outside, but this was the first time his press smile actually physically hurt his face, plastering it on there. 

“Our intelligence was somewhat lacking,” Tony said. “Indeed, Latveria had acquired Stark Industries tech, but it was for energy and not a weaponized system.” 

“But isn’t the arc-reactor capable of immense destruction?” 

“As we saw,” Tony said. “As a result of --” 

“Von Doom’s issued a public statement,” another reporter, Ben Urich called out. Christine gave him a death glare, but it didn’t shut Urich up at all. Now that was an investigative reporter. “Were you aware, Mr. Stark, that he claimed both that the reactor meltdown was an accident and that you -- acting as Iron Man -- saved his country?” 

“Well, I’d say that’s pretty much true,” Tony responded, a little stunned. The current emotions surrounding the event had been pretty hostile and Tony was expecting reparations to be demanded, at the very least. Not to mention the expectations that Johnny Storm might be accused of war crimes. 

“Do you consider yourself to be working with Dr. Doom?” Christine butted in. 

“In the case of saving the world, then yes, ma’am,” Tony said. He knew she hated it when he called her ma’am. He made a point to do so as often as possible. “I’m pretty much willing to work with just about anyone for that goal.” 

That seemed like a good line to walk out on, so Tony did. 

“No,” Cap said. Tony could tell it was Cap and not Steve talking because Steve usually leaned in doorways when he was mad, contemplative, or just being a pain in Tony’s ass.

Cap, on the other hand, was all six-foot three-inches worth of patriotic self-righteousness, and someone had taught him, decades before Tony was born, that hands on the hips was a good leadership look. Cap had learned that lesson pretty well. It always made Tony sort of want to do the Macarena, but whatever. 

“Well, I didn’t ask you to the spring dance or anything so --” 

“Tony, just stop,” Steve said, and it was all Steve again, and really, the personality changes were going to give Tony whiplash if it kept happening. “You’re drunk, you’re erratic, and I’m not letting you go on this call.” 

“You’re not the director of me,” Tony said. He wasn’t that drunk. Was he? Not like he hadn’t done the superhero shtick fucked up drunk on a couple of occasions. One of those occasions was how Rhodey ended up with War Machine. He thought that was planned, but maybe Rhodey did, actually, kick Tony’s ass. Tony couldn’t quite remember anymore, and that was weird because usually Tony’s memory was pretty damn good. 

“Maybe not,” Steve said, “but I am the leader of this team, and as such, I’m not going to let you endanger them, yourself, or civilians by operating a battle suit under the influence.” 

“Don’t really see how you can stop me, Stars and Bars,” Tony snapped. “I was doing the superhero gig while you were still getting your beauty sleep.” 

There was a sharp prick at the base of his neck. “Aaand I was in spy school before you built your first suit with tin cans and paper clips, Tony. I’m sorry, but Steve’s right.” Natasha said. “You’re a hazard right now.” The world got a little… bendy around the edges. 

“I’m not so very… drunk… Melly,” Tony said. 

Steve blinked a few times. “Hey, I understood that reference,” he said. He shook his head. “Sorry, Tony. Not this time. JARVIS, shut him down. I want a legal BAC before you let him fly anywhere.” 

“I understand, Captain,” JARVIS said. 

Well, that was interesting. Understanding was not the same as obeying. Tony waved a hand in front of his face, dismissing Captain Stick-up-his-ass. 

The Quinjet was up and gone by the time Tony managed to stagger off the landing platform. JARVIS obeying Steve or not, Tony couldn’t fly in these conditions. What the fuck had Nat injected him with anyway, ketamine? 

“Sir,” JARVIS said, “Much as it pains me to agree with the Captain under these circumstances…” 

“Yeah, I gotcha, buddy,” Tony said. He stumbled and if JARVIS hadn’t been holding the suit in his control like a toddler, Tony would have gone straight onto his face and probably broken his nose while he was at it. “No superheroing while under the influence…” 

“If you don’t mind a suggestion, sir,” JARVIS said, “you might find some peace of mind if you will allow me --” 

The bendy edges of the world went… bendier. Was that even possible? He was going to kill Nat. Or at least, use a bleach-filled water pistol on all her clothes. “Sure, buddy,” Tony said. “Whatever… you… want.” 

JARVIS closed the faceplate. “Just sleep, sir,” JARVIS said, sympathetic. That was nice. Tony could use some sympathy these days, since all he was getting from his team was sarcasm and resentment. “I’ll wake you when we arrive.” 

“Sure….” Tony closed his eyes. JARVIS could fly. JARVIS was his co-pilot. 

“Is there some particular reason you decided to camp me out halfway up a tree in… where the fuck are we?” Tony demanded. Waking up in bed with a hangover was bad enough, really. He needed to get right on programing JARVIS with pain receptors or something, because honestly, this was a little too much… 

“There were patrols,” JARVIS explained. “And I did not wish to engage with Latverian forces at this time, sir.” 

Latveria. “Latveria? JARVIS, why the fuck did --” 

“Sir, while I do not claim to understand human sexual relationships, I cannot help but observe that you have been suffering through the fallout of the events here, not that terribly long ago.” JARVIS overrode him.

“It wasn’t that long ago,” Tony protested. “I think I’m allowed to grieve.” 

“I don’t disagree, sir,” JARVIS said. “But perhaps some observation might give you some closure.” 

“I don’t think stalking the evil dictator of a fascist nation is what they mean by closure,” Tony said. 

“I don’t believe evil dictator of a fascist nation is what you mean by Victor Von Doom,” JARVIS responded. 

“I did not program you to be a relationship counselor,” Tony noted. “Scrap heap. Teaching math to third graders.” 

“Of course, sir,” JARVIS said. “I have long since yearned to help younger minds who are not quite so set in their ways.” 

Ow. 

“That was hurtful, buddy,” Tony said. 

“In point of fact, sir, I do not intend for you to stalk your lover,” JARVIS said. “I merely thought you might wish to look at what’s become of the country that you saved.” 

Oh. Well, that might be okay. He could see what Doom had done in the last few months, go back to hating him, and everything would be fine. The world and reality would return to what he knew and maybe he could get on with forgetting a few nights of passion. And, really, that’s all it was. In the grand scheme of things, the twenty-three days that they’d actually spent together were tiny, less than 0.002% of Tony’s entire life. And even if one recalculated for the time they weren’t in the same bed, but, at least for Tony, Victor had been almost the entirety of his thoughts… he was still only talking about 0.06%. Hardly worth the heartache. 

Except that you love him. 

Tony skimmed around the countryside, stopping from time to time to observe village life. All the cities and towns were named Doom-something. Doomburg, Doommanor, Doomsville. Doom’s ancestors were hardly the creative types. (He was ignoring Starkphones and the Starktower and… yeah, okay, so he wasn’t ignoring it, and maybe he didn’t have any room to judge.) 

It… wasn’t what he’d expected. 

The work that he’d seen laid out in the warehouse was continuing. Slower, perhaps. The loss of the arc-reactor for power had made other plans necessary. Huge swaths of forest were tagged for removal, to set up solar panel projects. All of the new buildings had hydro-power or solar panels set up. Clean, renewable energy. 

Latveria had always had a generally lower jobless rate than other countries, but now, Tony was seeing more and more social improvements. Latveria was moving out of the wealthy middle ages and into the middle-class modern age. 

It was… intriguing. 

“Compile news reports of Von Doom’s activities, since the incident,” Tony said. “Summarize.” 

“If you will accept my analysis, sir,” JARVIS said, “Von Doom has changed. I believe his renunciation of world conquering to be sincere. His most recent efforts, dating, I dare say, from his first encounter with you at the Van Dyne masquerade ball, have been to bettering the lives of his people.” 

“Could it be a trick?” Tony wanted to believe that, but at the same time, what actually the hell? Victor changing, for what? For Tony Stark? Ridiculous. Tony was what absolutely no one would call a role model. In fact, his teammates would probably rupture something, laughing, if anyone suggested it. 

“Years of associating with humans have left me with few illusions, sir,” JARVIS said. “Anything could be a trick, or a trap. But you might ask yourself, a trap for whom? And why? Von Doom is going through rather a lot of effort, and if you’ll forgive me for saying it, what wouldn’t result in much benefit to anyone, if it was an ambush.” 

What gain a man the world, only to lose his soul? 

Well, it would gain a man the world. But Victor seemed to have turned his back on the world… to regain a soul, perhaps. That wasn’t an unworthy goal. 

“All right,” Tony said. “Let’s see what he does with a little help.” 

“Sir?” 

“Replace the arc-reactor,” Tony said. “Call it a gift, or a tax-deduction. Let’s see what he actually does with one, if he’s got it.” 

“Of course, sir,” JARVIS said. “I’ll place the order at once.” 

“You owe me,” Tony said. He planted one hand on the kitchen table. “And don’t try to wiggle out of it, either.” 

“I --” 

“You’ve stabbed me in the neck more than once now,” Tony pointed out, “and I have yet to repulsor you in the face, no matter how much I’d really like to.” 

“What is it you want me to do?” 

“Go to Latveria. Be a tourist or something. He’s allowing tourists, these days.” 

“And while I’m there?” 

“Get a feel for the land. See what the people think. Do an analysis on the government, the economy.” 

“To bring it down?” Natasha asked, brightening. 

“No. Just report it. And leave your bias at the door. I want to know what Doom’s really up to.” 

“And what will you be doing for the next few months, while I put this together?” 

“Drying out,” Tony admitted. “I need to check in to rehab, otherwise, I’d do it myself.” 

Natasha softened at that. She actually put her hand out and touched his wrist. “Are you going to tell anyone what happened?” 

“Yes,” Tony said. “Just not you. Tony Stark, not recommended. Remember?” 

Natasha winced. “Would it help if I said I’m sorry?” 

“I honestly don’t know what I’d do with that, Ginger Snaps,” Tony said. “No one ever says they’re sorry to me.”

Natasha’s report was thorough. Favorable. If it was a trap, Doom as doing an awful lot of upgrades to his country in a non-military fashion. If it was a trap… the world might benefit from such a leader. 

Tony thought about getting a hotel. 

Going back to where they started, maybe. He had fond memories of that hotel. 

But no, if they were going to move forward, it was time to actually move forward. Start new, fresh. No more lies. No more hiding. 

“Send the package, J,” Tony said. 

There were, Tony thought, several possibilities. 

Dozens of scenarios and reasons. But it boiled down to a Schrodinger’s cat scenario. Either Victor would come. 

Or he wouldn’t. 

Either there was love. Or there wasn’t. 

Tony didn’t bother to dress up; he wasn’t going to wait around like some modern day Miss Havisham. Comfortable pants and a tee were good enough for the Avengers; a sport coat sometimes if he was leaving the building. His sneakers. And if he had engine grease on his face, so be it. Tinkering in the workshop passed the time. 

He wasn’t going to be anyone else anymore. No more masks. No more lies. 

Okay, so he was totally waiting around. 

Shut up, okay? 

“Sir,” JARVIS interrupted his thoughts. “Victor Von Doom is inboard to the Tower. Two minute warning.” 

Tony’s heart rate increased and he had to swallow a sudden bout of nerves. “Where’s he landing?” 

“Current trajectory indicates penthouse landing platform, sir,” JARVIS said. 

“Let him in.” Tony didn’t have to move. He could just stay right there he was, on the sofa, drinking his sparkling water and pretending that he wasn’t a recovering alcoholic. Pretending to be casual. Pretending the outcome of this meeting wasn’t going to change his life, perhaps even more drastically than Afghanistan had. 

Von Doom came down on the platform in a superhero™ landing. Good thing the floor there was reinforced to take the full weight of the Hulkbuster, otherwise he might have cracked the pavement. Green cloak billowed out behind him, dramatic.

Von Doom raised one hand and touched the stud under his jaw, removed his mask. With a negligent flick of the wrist, he threw it aside where it clattered up against the rails. Pushed back his hood. 

He was so beautiful. 

Tony had meant to stay where he was. Calm. Cool. Collected. Fuck it. The glass of water spilled, unheeded, to the floor. He was on his feet and practically running to the door. He managed to get himself under control when his hand was on the knob, but still, he threw the door open. 

“I see you found the address,” Tony said, letting a sly smirk touch his mouth. 

“Tony, I --” 

“Victor,” Tony said, and the sound of Victor’s name on his tongue stilled both of them for a long, long moment. They stared at each other. Drank in the sight. God, this was… I love him. And I am never going to love anyone else again. “We… need to talk.” 

Victor nodded, slow. He reached out a hand, peeled off his armored gauntlet and offered Tony his hand. “We should,” he said. “Thank you, for inviting me.” 

Tony touched Victor’s hand and the warm reality of it nearly drove him to his knees. Iron. Stark men are iron. If the talk went well, there would be plenty of time for him to be on his knees later. If it went poorly… well, he would like to skip the embarrassment of remembering how badly he wanted this. “You’re welcome.” 

And he meant more than simple acknowledgement of thanks, he meant… you are welcome. In my home. In my life. In my heart. “Please. Come inside.”

[gomishow-blog]

tragedies.

the accident in london happened today.

when the brits wake up a few hours later, they will have to adapt to the truth and once again mourn for their people.

ariana’s charity concert is not till tomorrow.

they literally are not even recovered from the last tragedy yet.

it seems like this is what it is in the recent years. tragedies seem to be happening in the world every single day. people seem to be ‘praying’ on the internet all the time. and we all seem to be clouded in the shadows of these countless tragedies.

not.

let’s talk about this from part to part.

first thing. tragedies are not just happening now, they’ve always been here, ever since societies were formed and governments were organized. without conflicts, human are not human. the fact that we are now aware of all the innocent deaths, might actually be a good thing.

but why haven’t we heard about the countless tragedies in the past?

as a media person, i am frequently bothered by biased medias and the inevitability of biased medias. if you haven’t been aware of the tragedies in the past, or in this case, WE haven’t been aware of the tragedies; WE, indeed are privileged one way or another. people in the western hemisphere are not aware of the famine, frequent hurricanes&earthquakes&etc., and on top of all things, normalized terrorism happening in other parts of the planet. 

we make such a big deal over our tragedies, we never address tragedies of the not so privileged.

this is where i started to sound a bit too heartless even for myself, but hear me out.

every. single. innocent. death. should. be. valued.

people died with their dreams untouched, goals unreached, love abandoned. their one and only valuable life, was violently robbed away from them. we, the ones who got away, haven’t been addressing the deaths of others in the right way.

how many of us actually took time out to stare blankly into the space, ponder over how can we from now on start to make the world a better place, or even just actually write a heartfelt article about just one tragedy?

all the ‘praying’ only happens when the medias start to highlight such events. the first one i personally remember, was paris from a few years ago. then orlando, manchester, london, on and on...

is it just me or all these cities are westernized?

the word ‘praying’, seems to be entitled and tied strictly to christians nowadays. it should not be. but why?

i’m going to be bold here, being a christian and born in a christian community in today’s world, is indeed a privilege.

oh god(hehe), i’m offending so many people right now.

the reason why christians seem to be the ones owning the word ‘praying’ right now, is the fact that the images, tweets, articles, videos using the word ‘praying’, are all only used and created for tragedies in the western hemisphere. 

medias only broadcast certain tragedies, for certain audience. the rest of the world is left burning in their tragedies helplessly.

no one is ‘praying’ for people who are being bombed in middle east. no one is ‘praying’ for infants in asia who keep getting abandoned. no one is praying for the colored people. admit it.

but the privileged ones are not the ones to be blamed. there’s a whole systematic problem behind these things.

but does that mean colored and less privileged people are not praying for themselves though? no. they are simply being left out of the picture and eventually being dehumanized by not having the same treatment in any possible way.

not even when they die. we care about their deaths less.

admit it.

no innocent death should be treated less. and a lot of the time it’s not up to us to be able to address everybody. the right way to address a tragedy is to help, not to simply tweet out ‘pray for __’ then move on for your day. i understand. often, praying is what people truly believe in that would help the most. but please, instead of only praying for tragedies that are being announced, keep in mind that the world is suffering as a whole. if you truly care and truly want a better world, pray for EVERYONE before your sleep at night, don’t just pray on twitter.

platforms like twitter, facebook, or even instagram and tumblr should be used to spread information, but what kind? i see my friends tweet out videos, clips and news report on tragedies a lot, so much that they become disturbing. the medias we have right now are problematic. they spread more hysteria instead of truth. they loop the same information and cause fear in people, in order to create more possible conflicts and warfare. most of the internet users and media influencers are not aware of this. the very crucial time for any tragedy is the first 24 hours after. during that period, use your platform to retweet and repost any reliable local source that might be helpful to people who are still desperately hoping. for example, reblog the local police station’s number, let your followers know these are the local organizations that are helping, repost the photos of missing people involved. keep your opinions for later, those can wait.

last thing, don’t blame.

we have enough hate crimes. as first world countries, we have it better than most of the people on earth. that itself is already not okay, and it’s really up to us to take the planet towards a better direction. don’t blame a whole community because of one murderer. don’t blame the victims themselves, why the fuck would you, seriously. don’t blame a certain government, to be honest, a lot of the time they are just parts of the whole system.

the only way to solve the problem is to unite. the only way to stop violence is to cure the world with minds at peace.

i hope every living human being is doing okay. i hope.

[carolingcreations]

I’ve got something to say that I know I’m gonna catch a fuckton of heat for but I’m going to say it anyway.

More white people in the Agents of SHIELD fandom need to take more ownership of Grant Ward.  Here’s why.

When you look at Muslim communities and you look at radicalization and ISIS religious and community leaders have plans in place to reach out to at risk youth in their communities.  They actually work with anti-white radicalization in Europe combating nazi behavior.  

Fact.

Nazis are very real. They’re in power and they’re in the US government and throwing around the word as a descriptor is fine but using it to describe Brett Dalton and not making that explicitly clear is gross because it affects real people.

I propose however that Stand With Ward actually actively own that the guy is a nazi and there are thousands of at risk young men, possibly young women, and families who should be given an opportunity to see something better.

Let me tell you who I trust most in this world run by Donald Trump. Minorities and people who have come out as former nazis who want to do better.  You want to know why? Minorities are being oppressed day to day in and out and they need to take care of themselves but they thrive and work together.  They know what oppression looks like. Now the big one.  Why do I trust FORMER nazis? 

Because it takes balls of steel to admit that you were an oppressive fuckwit who abused and tortured innocent people and they STAY IN THEIR LANE trying to convince people that Hitler is garbage and nazism is bullshit.  They don’t go into minority spaces and try and influence people, they don’t virtue signal and say “WELL I HAVE BLACK FRIENDS/AM GAY/WHATEVER” they stay in their lane and try and work on positive white identity and if anything the sheer BULLSHIT that comes with Scarlett Johansson’s Ghost in the Shell casting which is wrong on multiple levels proves that white people need to start recognizing that there’s a white identity.

It is not all encompassing.

It must be addressed that the majority of it is related to hatred.

Look. Let’s face facts.

Nobody wants to admit they’re wrong.

So here’s a thought while we all go into this last half of Agents of SHIELD 4C.

IF YOU’RE THINKING THAT YOU WANT TO CALL WARD A NAZI - 

Fucking do it. The dude is. They made decisions with that character that made him a rat bastard.  Maybe preface it with the idea that Brett Dalton is not a nazi and if you think he is, if you HONESTLY believe that Brett Patrick Dalton is a Nazi here’s the southern poverty law center’s website:

https://www.splcenter.org/

Please report him to the authorities. Nazis are real. Nazis are sending out bomb threats.  You can’t throw around calling an actor a fucking nazi unless you’re prepared to back it up.

IF YOU’RE THINKING THAT YOU WANT TO JUST FORGET NAZISM AND JUST CALL IT BAD AND NOT INVOLVE YOURSELF.

Okay. Sure Jan.  I’m gonna come back to that.

IF YOU’RE THROWING OUT HATE BECAUSE OF HYDRA, DEFENDING HYDRA’S POSITION, OR JUST FEEL LIKE CALLING EACH OTHER NAZIS.

again. report anyone you think is a nazi to southern poverty law center in the US. Straight up. Cut this fucking shit out. 

IF YOU’RE THINKING YOU WANT TO JUST FORGET NAZISM AND JUST CALL IT BAD AND NOT INVOLVE YOURSELF.

You thought about it right? ok. Ask yourself this. Are you a member of a minority group? A person of color?

If you answered yes to this but you are not a person of color.  proceed to question two. If you are, have a nice day.

Are you Jewish?

If you answered no please proceed to question three.  Otherwise stop here and have a nice life, this post is not for you, all my best and god bless.

Are you white and non-jewish, still a member of a minority (Disabled, Queer?) and calling yourself “liberal.” or are you simply white and on this website.

You don’t get to ignore this.  Once you’ve punched nazis in the face it’s time to face facts. Your parents fucked up. Your mommy and daddy fucked up. Marvel fucked up and there are nazis. What do you do once you’ve punched them in the face? do you 

A- Say “well I did my part. I did violence against a person. It’s time to pass them into a justice system where WHITE SUPREMACISTS HAVE BEEN QUIETLY INVADING LAW ENFORCEMENT FOR OVER A DECADE and where the prison industrial complex enslaves black Americans and will probably make white prisoners into overseers and further black oppression...

(no really it’s true. look it up: http://www.pbs.org/newshour/rundown/fbi-white-supremacists-in-law-enforcement/)

B - I don’t know what to do with this why are you yelling at me I need a hug box I’m triggered!

Face facts. People are dying because of nazis in America and around the world. Persons of color are being oppressed. LGBTQ individuals are being killed. You do not get to pass this by and if you want to call yourself a fucking ally then you don’t just get to look at this and say “this makes me uncomfortable” or invade minority spaces in the hope that they’ll comfort you.

That’s what Get Out is all about friends. People wanting to be minorities cause they don’t own being white.

Here’s reasons why you need to be concerned about White Radicalization

https://afrosapiophile.com/2016/12/10/white-radicalization/

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2016/nov/15/alt-right-manosphere-mainstream-politics-breitbart

https://www.nytimes.com/2016/12/06/magazine/we-dont-talk-about-radicalization-when-an-attacker-isnt-muslim-we-should.html?_r=0

Grant Ward, Kylo Ren, Loki, Fandom has a history of problematic white men whose existence is excused purely because people either think they’re hot or they think they need to be pitied or people get angry and don’t think that they need to get involved when the concept of white radicalization and white terror comes up.  Whatever side of the argument you’re on, seeing them as human beings who have fallen and lost their way or seeing them as angry monsters, white people, we need to own them and we need to own their issues and their mistakes.

Face facts. If you’re anti-ward you need to own what he represents. If you’re pro-ward you need to own what he represents.  Instead of tossing around the word nazi  or living in a delusional fantasy wonderland maybe instead take five minutes to not just post angry shit about Nick Spencer or be very confused about Agents of shield (ith one WOC showrunner in a room full of white men?...still doesn’t excuse the white men bringing this shit back....)

I’m making plans to donate the cover cause of every issue of captain america that I bought to the holocaust museum and not buying anymore.  Me making this post is a reminder to myself to do that. I’m also donating to these organizations/volunteering when I have a chance.

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2017/feb/02/facism-alt-right-activists-trump-milo-yiannopoulos

https://www.facebook.com/Anti-Fascist-America-138942436283079/

There are DOZENS of organizations in the UK as well that promote this. As Americans - given the sheer number of white terrorists who have shot up everything from a school to a movie theater to other places it’s time to own there’s a fucking problem.  We put a hitler wannabe in the white house and we’re going to get him out but if we don’t acknowledge the dozens of Grant wards baking in Reddit chatrooms or simmering and cooking on 4chan then there’s no fucking point in getting Der trumpkin out of office cause eventually he’ll come back.

Persons of color have their struggles. They know their communities. The first person who responds to this with “I don’t see color I just wanna listen to them” is gonna get their ass fucking smacked six ways to sunday. Why the fuck are you putting the burden on their shoulders after all they’ve been through? Own your issues. Either you sit down and get with the program that white people are sick and need help (and I say this as a white german american) or you allow nazism to linger and if you allow that to linger then sorry but I’m revoking your “I wanna bitch about HYDRA weeeh” card. HYDRA’s not real. Nazis are real and they’re out there and I’m fucking exhausted by all of you BITCHING about this.

So. Take the time. Volunteer and donate. If you hate grant ward take five minutes then come back and realize that there are probably five real Grant wards out there right now that you can actually HELP by donating to these organizations, getting out and marching, squashing their platform, and funding those people with balls of goddamn steel who own that they were a part of a hate group and are working to get others out.  Wasting your time harassing others for a fictional character and a fictional thing when there are real ways you could help people is fucking stupid. If you’re pissed about Nick Spencer volunteer and donate.  If you cut off the head two more will take it’s place but if you stab this shit in the heart then it’s gonna go away forever.

If you’re a Grant Ward fan don’t force your gross and creepy beliefs on other people, stop trying to beat a dead horse and let’s band together to do something GOOD to make this world a better place if we were that affected by this character.  I get what it’s like to want to pity the guy.  I’ve been there. I was abused. I was a rape victim. I was jailed and I fucking saw shit but coming out and seeing ward LOSE taught me two things. 1) there needs to be better representation for people who suffer from abuse and jail and it needs to encompass everyone not just cishet white dudes 2) I need to own that there but for the grace of god go I. Go we. Go ALL  of us.  Go every self-righteous white person who doesn’t feel connected and doesn’t have a solid family footing.

So take five minutes. Read about this. Acknowledge Ward’s a white terrorist but instead of just going about your day actually DO something about this because other communities.

I’m reminded of something Samantha Bee said the day after the election. “If Muslims have to take responsibility for all muslims then white people have to take responsibility for all the bad white people.”

So Coulson Fans, So FitzSimmons Fans, So Daisy Fans, So all y’all fans who are white - like it or not. Grant ward may not be your “Trash Son” but he’s your angry cousin who’s come home and it’s time for you to sit down at the dinner table with him and recognize what he represents.  A real systemic problem in this world that we can defeat if we work together.

So let me ask you. are you going to do what minorities have been asking us white folk to do for YEARS and have these uncomfortable conversations about what this character represents, what people like this represent and how we can stop it? 

Or are you going to bitch and ignore the issue. 

Before you do consider one thing. Shout out to my  fellow Americans. A lot of the people who are Ward fans are Germans from germany.

Take a look at what the US did to Germany after Hitler was in power. pause. reflect on that “digging up the mass graves of concentration camp survivors.” fact.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Denazification

Recognize that they don’t want to see this repeated.  They’re maybe just going about this the wrong way.  That they’re thinking about shit we as Americans haven’t been taught to think of yet like that white people aren’t the center of the universe.  Think of all those Reddit folks who will drag the rest of us to hell simply for pepe and the lolz. You want to dig up mass graves of whoever Cheeto Jesus and his weird pal hate?

So I’m gonna ask again. Are you really a committed ally and ready to work to build something better and ask yourself these tough questions...

Or are you a liberal from Get Out.

Cause I have zero time for that shit.

And now it’s time for a brief Q&A:

Q: Where did this post come from?

A: Chloe Bennet’s right. Like it or not Grant Ward followed a nazi organization’s ideals. People should try and be better. What’s not right is the sheer number of people taking this as an opportunity to harass and belittle fans who liked the character.  Both sides of this debate are fucking ridiculous and neither are acknowledging the real problem.  Chloe’s got her own battles to fight and her own things she’s passionate about but people acting on behalf of one person’s idea of what a person should do without thinking for themselves is an awful lot like Hitler if you ask me.

Q: Did you just call me Hitler?!

A: Are you co-opting the spaces of minorities for your own personal gain? Are you leaning on your black friends or your minority friends when they need a space of their own? Do you bitch about 45 and not do anything about him or his followers? Are you following Bennet’s ideas because you “love her and want to be just like her physically or do you want to follow her ideals?” Do you just pick out Skyeward people because it makes you feel good to see other 15 year old sad sacks of shit on the internet cry like bitches? do you dislike Ward because it reminds you of an old boyfriend and everytime you post something hateful about an actor it’s like you’re kicking that ex BF in the crouch?

Give it a think.  I’m not in a mood to pussyfoot around.

Q: Do you donate and volunteer?

A: This is as much of a call to action for myself and others. I start here:

https://www.safetypinbox.com/

I sit and listen in minority communities and elevate those voices then go back to my community and own. my shit.

Q: You’re a horrible person and all of this is wrong.

A: Cool. At Me. Tell me I’m shit. I’m good with it. Doesn’t change the fact that this is a real issue.

Q: But I love Skyeward.

A: Accept that it’s wrong. Make a joke out if it. Laugh uproariously. Also Skyeward is dead.  This is another fake ratings grab on a TV show taking advantage of a pairing that really pisses people off on BOTH sides of the aisle. Skyeward is the donald trump of the marvel universe.  some people LOVE it. some people HATE it. Either way it’s divisive and tearing what should be a fun place apart.

Q: but I’m woke -

A: no white person is woke. We’re just fighting not to sleep deeper.

Q: I genuinely hate all the shit you’re doing kill yourself.

A: I used to be a lot like you. I sent hate. not in this fandom but in other places. get yourself right with god and examine why you’re so angry about this. Write angry letters, touch grass, go outside. If you’re that oppressed that you need to deal with others then cool. girl bye.

Q: I’m a Person of Color/Jewish and I’m offended by this.

A: I deeply apologize for offending you. I felt this was an issue that needed to be discussed beyond just spewing gobs of hatred about a stupid issue.  To be perfectly honest Ms. Bennet’s post, while correct, needed to be said and it hurt.  I’m working on de-centering my whiteness and my sense of self, can’t do that without acknowledging a community.  I don’t like that I liked a nazi.  In fact it bothers me that my favorite character turned out to be the kind of person that led the US Army to not let my grandpa carry a gun and actually fight evil.  nazism is evil. It oppresses me (I’m gay and disabled) and it has oppressed your communities since your conception.

I’m also American and our president is a shit stick turd and it’s time to fight back.  I do that by owning this. HYDRA is fiction. It’s not real. but the ideals it represents are real and I’d rather punch back against that because the more you try and push people like Nick Spencer or this framework idea the .....more it’s gonna stay put.

I’m done with cutting off heads. I want to stab this shit in the heart where it hurts.

Q: I’m a person of color/jewish and I don’t know what to make of this.

A: Please, feel free to share your opinions. This is the last I’m going to post on this but fucking hell I’m tired and I’m sorry that you have to go through Spencer’s shit and Marvel’s shit. Again, one WOC showrunner in a room full of white guys. I still wanna hold those white guys accountable for this crap.

This is the last I’m gonna post to this post. I don’t know if I’ll read anything (or if any of you will give a shit) but hopefully this might make an impact on at least one person and if it does? I’ll count myself lucky.  There’s a lot in play here that doesn’t have to do with this very real issue.  Egotistical fan groups, Angry social justice warriors who don’t fucking do jack shit.  I’m tired and I’m done with all y’all and this is step one of me breaking up with this pain that I have lived with for 3 goddamn years.

This is shit. I’m owning it. I’m gonna work to clean it up.  Will you join me?