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stfueverything:

knowledgeequalsblackpower:

thenapturalone:

diemeowderkatze:

I AM SORRY BUT THIS IS WHY I AM EMBARRASSED TO BE AN AMERICAN. IF A HIJAB THAT DORNS THE AMERICAN FLAG PATTERN IS NOT ACCEPTABLE BUT SKIMPY ASS BIKINIS OR WEARING THE FUCKING ACTUAL FLAG IS ACCEPTABLE, JUST BECAUSE THE PERSON IS WHITE, I WANT TO FUCKING THROW UP.

(I don’t have a thing against Audrey Kitching, she was just merely and example). 

But this fucking disgusts me right here. It makes me want to say, fuck this country and its racism and double standards. 

I LITERALLY FUCKING CAN NOT

Give her a bullet to the head for walking down the street, minding her own business??  And they think SHE’S the terrorist. 

^bolding for emphasis. 

Those comments were so uncomfortable to read. That is not ok ever!

junkoenoshimaforrealjustice:

junkoenoshimaforrealjustice:

HELLO GUYS I AM DOING A GIVEAWAY FOR A COPY OF SUPER DANGAN RONPA 2 AND A PSP VITA!!!!!!!!!!!! One winner will be announced on September 2nd, the release date.

That’s the short of it, now here are the rules:

  • Please don’t reblog if you already have a PSP Vita.
  • I won’t switch out the game for another game if you win, this is specifically a giveaway for SDR2.
  • PLEASE don’t reblog if you can afford to get yourself a PSP Vita or SDR2. I want this giveaway to go to someone who wouldn’t otherwise be able to get it.
  • One like and one reblog.
  • No giveaway blogs allowed.
  • You don’t have to be following me!
  • People who live internationally will have to be able to give me money for shipping.
  • If you are under 18, please ask your parents before reblogging this!!!
  • You will have to give me your address if you win!

hey, hey, look at this thing that is ending in under four hours.

Anonymous

Anonymous asked:

What's the pacer test? D:

kada-bura:

oh god.

The pacer is a test in gym class/PE that brings a shiver of despair down the spine of any unfortunate soul who has gone through it before. And it’s usually done at least once a year. 

Students line up on one side of the gym, eyeing nervously the painted line before the opposite wall that will decide their fate. The teacher hits play on the stereo and a cheery woman’s voice echoes through the gymnasium. fuck that woman’s happy demeanor. She explains the rules as the kids wait anxiously. Get to the other line before the beep plays. Simple enough, right?

"Ready? Begin!" she calls, and the gut wrenching ‘beep!’ plays after.

The kids awkwardly half jog to the other line, with about 3 or 4 seconds before the next beep. Each time the horrendous noise plays they run back and forth to the lines. “Level one, complete” she says, as to pat you on the back for what little victory you’ve achieved.

Not bad, the kids think. But then comes level 2. level 3. With each interval the time between the beeps shorten, and you’re running as fast as you can to the other line. Your foot hits it, you pivot, the beep plays, youre running again. Your lungs burn, your throat is sore, your heart is on the verge of an attack. No rest. No mercy.

A girl is the first to crawl over to the instructor, defeated. Seeing one has fallen, other students begin to follow since “at least theyre not the first ones out”. Clutching their chests they bail out of the test. One girls crying. You can’t tell if the boy on the gym floor is alive or not. Three kids left for the water fountain and still havent made it back. 

And then, the fallen sit there, watching the myths, the legends, the kids who have made it past 100 laps. 120. 150. When they finally collapse a cheer erupts from the students. Theyre heroes.

But the excitement only lasts for so long as the next round of nervous kids line up, who opted to go in the second wave and prolong their torture. The womans voice kicks back up. The beep plays. The cycle continues. 

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