Defenders of Anarchy

{Grovel before the captain!}

Marco looked at me. “How do you grovel? I’ve never groveled before.”

I shrugged.

{Grovel!}

“We don’t know how,” I told the closest Helmacron. “I mean, you know, different folks, different customs. Maybe you could show us.”

They looked at one another. Then the one I’d spoken to said, {You may grovel in the style of your own people. Grovel as you normally grovel.}

I saw the sly gleam in Marco’s eye. “You heard the man, Cassie. Let’s grovel.”

He scooted his legs forward, lay on his back, stuck his hands behind his head, and relaxed like he was at the beach soaking up sun.

“I grovel before the mighty Helmacron captain, most mighty of the mighty, undisputed champion of the world in the dust-weight category! We grovel like the pitiful losers we are! We grovel like a guy who hasn’t got a date the day before the prom and the only girl around is the head cheerleader, that’s how much we grovel. Cassie, you could join in any time, you know.”

“We grovel … um, like grovelers.”

Marco turned his head to shoot me a disdainful look. “Oh, good groveling. Put some feeling into it.”

“I grovel like, uh … like a person who is really, really groveling,” I said lamely.

Meanwhile, Marco was, of course, getting into it. After all, he had an audience.

“O mighty Helmacron dead guy, we grovel like a video game addict trapped in an arcade without a quarter, that’s how much we grovel. You would not believe the depths of our grovelry! We grovel like a guy with a large order of fries and the only saltshaker is at the table of the school bully. We grovel -”

{Enough! Now you will tell us the location of the power source.}

Animorphs #24: The Suspicion (via brightclearline)
sanguinarysanguinity:


Sherlock Holmes vs. Zombies, Ian Edgington and Davide Fabbri
[descrip: Holmes pulling a zombie off of Watson, shouting, “Unhand him, you fiend!”]

Only Holmes gets to bite Watson.

sanguinarysanguinity:

Sherlock Holmes vs. Zombies, Ian Edgington and Davide Fabbri

[descrip: Holmes pulling a zombie off of Watson, shouting, “Unhand him, you fiend!”]

Only Holmes gets to bite Watson.

impossibilityintoreality:

So I work at a pet hospital, and we got a sick chameleon today that we had to treat. Needless to say we got a little attached to her and named her Susan. Her pillow was a cotton ball, her blankets were gauze squares and her head-warmer was a top of a glove filled with water. :)

impossibilityintoreality:

So I work at a pet hospital, and we got a sick chameleon today that we had to treat. Needless to say we got a little attached to her and named her Susan. Her pillow was a cotton ball, her blankets were gauze squares and her head-warmer was a top of a glove filled with water. :)

fishnetandfundip:

captainjaneways-bitch:

rainbowshooterunicornsummoner:

An explanation of what radians measure: the angle in terms of the radius curved around the circle.

holy fucking shit, my entire education has just clicked.

I love seeing things click for other people (especially in math). That instant exhilaration is the reason math and science are fun for me.

fishnetandfundip:

captainjaneways-bitch:

rainbowshooterunicornsummoner:

An explanation of what radians measure: the angle in terms of the radius curved around the circle.

holy fucking shit, my entire education has just clicked.

I love seeing things click for other people (especially in math). That instant exhilaration is the reason math and science are fun for me.

inkyubus:

izumito:

tryingtomakesenseofpeople:

izumito:

white people can walk around with assault rifles in a fucking public store but the moment they see a poc’s skin they clutch their purses or lock their car doors

Because people head off to Target with AK47s around their necks right? Lol. This site never fails to amaze me.

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a) did this person seriously miss out on all the freaking out the nra did when target announced that guns would not be allowed in their stores? really?

b) a vast majority of people doing these dumbass “protests” are white because as soon as you get off the color spectrum of milk to dayglo tan orange, someone’s getting shot by the police 

pemalites:

so i organised all the pdf books, book covers, inside covers, as well as all the episodes and compressed it into a zip file here if anyone’s interested and doesn’t feel like downloading it all on their own because i know that’s a pain

I Will Never Stop Loving H.E.R.

wordsoftakumi:

a poem for Hip-Hop

Kendrick Lamar splits open monsters
and fights on the virtue that to get stronger, 
you only go to battle with armies
that are capable of stampede.
Those who tread lightly are not worthy 
of your warpath.

Lupe Fiasco ties his tongue into a
cat’s cradle and whispers sweet everythings
into the ears of middle schoolers who
by the end of the night will know
the brutality of the Audubon Ballroom

Talib Kweli lectures behind a podium with
Howard Zinn to the ears of college-somethings
about the nature of history:
everyone is a writer
but the best authors do not pen the past:
only the victorious do.

A columnist in the New York Daily said that Hip Hop emphasizes
"the crudest materialism in which the ultimate goal
is money and it did not matter how one got it.”

Jay-Z sits on the steps of his former housing project with Oprah Winfrey,
then shakes the hand of the most powerful man of the free world.
He and Beyonce are American royalty
and their bloodlines are unconcerned with its
humble origins.

50 Cent demonstrates a contrasting irony
as his money grows up to be worth
his namesake tenfold and then some.

Sean Combs drapes the resting place
of The Notorious B.I.G. in jewels as
he whispers to his best friend,
Don’t worry, I made us enough money
that it’ll follow me into the afterlife.
We’ll be more than taken care of when we meet.

Republican senate member Chris McDaniel
was quoted to say that Hip-Hop is a culture that
"values rap and destruction of community values
more than it does poetry.”

Kanye West and Nina Simone
swing dance in an orchard
as the farmers peddle their strange fruit.

Tupac Shakur figures out the equation for immortality.
It is 6 albums, 8 movies,
and an understanding that
power moves create fame;
influential motion crafts legacy.

Andre 3000 writes a song about the
devastating separation between himself and his love.
The world cannot help but pulse to it.
Andre knowing this, before the second chorus
in Hey Ya!, laments:
"y’all don’t wanna hear me.
You just wanna dance.”

Across the internet, Hip Hop is not regarded as a musical genre.
Criticized for lack of originality, vapid lyrics, and a monotonous sound,
the overwhelming statement is that Hip-Hop has nothing to do with music.

The RZA and Just Blaze 
sit behind monitors and soundboards
as they begin to summon the spirits of 
Bill Withers, Gladys Knight and Curtis Mayfield
into the studio.

Hip-Hop has nothing to do with music.

Nicki Minaj simpers and then ferociously
spits at kings as they watch the queen conquer.
Female named hurricanes kill more
than their male counterparts.

Hip-Hop has nothing to do with music.

The beat slam rumbles the speakers of your
'98 Toyota Camry and transforms these
3 minutes and 32 seconds
into a parade etched into a dream that grips your shoulders
and the only way to release the tension that rides on top of you
is to take these songs as an instruction,
it was written like a manual.

Hip-Hop has everything to do with everything.

She doesn’t need to be defended,
        doesn’t need to explain herself,
        doesn’t need your permission.

Hip-Hop walks with the hypocrisies and the benedictions
of every great art form in our existence.

You only notice her because of
how fresh her hips swing,
how zealous her disciples are,
how scared you get when she uses those big words in conversation,
and you beg her, 

please,
please,
talk to me in a way that I can understand.

And you turn up the radio and feel safe.

dr-paine:

zanagb:

Forever Reblog the Silly Buns

thesylverlining here are some silly bunes to brighten your day <3

contemplatingthesnails:

my hand slipped and I scribbled some of my favourite child soldiers 

contemplatingthesnails:

my hand slipped and I scribbled some of my favourite child soldiers 

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