"Why do police have quotas? If a doctor went around intentionally sneezing on people to get more patients, that would be seen as a travesty to their profession. But police, can sit around and wait for someone to turn on a red light or commit other mundane ‘offenses’ because they have quotas to meet. Quotas are all the proof we need that policing is not a public service vocation; it’s a business and a subsidiary of Wall Street."



axmxz:

nowyoukno:

Source for more facts follow NowYouKno

axmxz:

nowyoukno:

Source for more facts follow NowYouKno







bikinipowerbottom:

"She’s really pretty for a black girl"

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“He’s really cool for a gay guy”

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“She’s doing really well for a woman”

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thesylverlining:

Can I just say how cool it was that both of these superheroines’ personalities and powers were explored in this episode? And how well it was done?

Starfire was not shamed for being emotional. Her powers come from her emotions.

Raven was not shamed for suppressing her emotions. Her power requires amazing control.

They both. Work. They are both different kinds of strength, and they are both heroic and powerful and good. And they each learned from the other, and helped each other out by seeing from each others’ perspective, and finding the value in their differing approaches! Wow!

Fuck yes, this is how you write super-ladies, okay. There’s more than one way to be a “strong female character.” There’s all different kinds of strength. Why don’t more people GET this?




foxyboxyblog:

I had previously thought the horses in Frozen were just groovy-looking fantasy horses. NOPE! 

Apparently they’re Norwegian Fjords, and they really do have a black stripe in their manes. They also really, actually, do crazy-awesome haircuts on Show Fjords. The haircut that Anna’s horse has seems to be pretty popular. This is like finding out that unicorns are real. Just one of many reasons to visit Norway. <3




okaysizedbangtheory:

the harsh reality of our economic situation

okaysizedbangtheory:

the harsh reality of our economic situation




thehumanbutt:

stop-fallen-angel:

awwww-cute:

Found this little guy outside of a Mexican restaurant last night. His name is Queso

THAT THING LOOKS LIKE A DEMON, WHY WOULD YOU NAME HIM AFTER CHEESE?

IT IS OBVIOUSLY A BLACK FLOOF AND HAS/WILL NEVER HURT A SOUL. DID YOU EVEN LOOK AT IT?!???!

thehumanbutt:

stop-fallen-angel:

awwww-cute:

Found this little guy outside of a Mexican restaurant last night. His name is Queso

THAT THING LOOKS LIKE A DEMON, WHY WOULD YOU NAME HIM AFTER CHEESE?

IT IS OBVIOUSLY A BLACK FLOOF AND HAS/WILL NEVER HURT A SOUL. DID YOU EVEN LOOK AT IT?!???!




skeeterdayz:

when yo friend is considering watchin yo favorite show

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You’ll pry my Oxford comma from my cold, dead, and lifeless hands.




"I can’t accept that. I can’t accept that there was only one black woman in the entire film, who delivered one line and who we never saw again. I can’t accept that the bad guys were Asian and that although in China, Lucy’s roommate says, “I mean, who speaks Chinese? I don’t speak Chinese!” I can’t accept that in Hercules, which I also saw this weekend, there were no people of color except for Dwayne Johnson himself and his mixed-race wife, whose skin was almost alabaster. I can’t accept that she got maybe two lines and was then murdered. I can’t accept that the “primitive tribe” in Hercules consisted of dark-haired men painted heavily, blackish green, to give their skin (head-to-toe) a darker appearance, so the audience could easily differentiate between good and bad guys by the white vs. dark skin. I can’t accept that during the previews, Exodus: Gods and Kings, a story about Moses leading the Israelite slaves out of Egypt, where not a single person of color is represented, casts Sigourney Weaver and Joel Edgerton to play Egyptians. I can’t accept that in the preview for Kingsman: The Secret Service, which takes place in London, features a cast of white boys and not a single person of Indian descent, which make up the largest non-white ethnic group in London. I can’t accept that in stories about the end of the world and the apocalypse, that somehow only white people survive. I can’t accept that while my daily life is filled with black and brown women, they are completely absent, erased, when I look at a TV or movie screen."



"I can’t accept that. I can’t accept that there was only one black woman in the entire film, who delivered one line and who we never saw again. I can’t accept that the bad guys were Asian and that although in China, Lucy’s roommate says, “I mean, who speaks Chinese? I don’t speak Chinese!” I can’t accept that in Hercules, which I also saw this weekend, there were no people of color except for Dwayne Johnson himself and his mixed-race wife, whose skin was almost alabaster. I can’t accept that she got maybe two lines and was then murdered. I can’t accept that the “primitive tribe” in Hercules consisted of dark-haired men painted heavily, blackish green, to give their skin (head-to-toe) a darker appearance, so the audience could easily differentiate between good and bad guys by the white vs. dark skin. I can’t accept that during the previews, Exodus: Gods and Kings, a story about Moses leading the Israelite slaves out of Egypt, where not a single person of color is represented, casts Sigourney Weaver and Joel Edgerton to play Egyptians. I can’t accept that in the preview for Kingsman: The Secret Service, which takes place in London, features a cast of white boys and not a single person of Indian descent, which make up the largest non-white ethnic group in London. I can’t accept that in stories about the end of the world and the apocalypse, that somehow only white people survive. I can’t accept that while my daily life is filled with black and brown women, they are completely absent, erased, when I look at a TV or movie screen."



crocobaby:

Do you think every president goes through a awkward first few weeks in office when they’re not sure when’s the right time to ask if aliens are real or not?




heatoise:

*sees a cat*

me: holy shit