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It also marks the seventh day of protests held in honor of George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, and Ahmaud Arbery. It’s been 634 days since Botham Jean was murdered by a police officer, 233 days since Atatiana Jefferson was fatally shot by a police officer, 2,123 days since Michael Brown was fatally shot by a police officer, and 2,146 days since Eric Garner was choked to death by a police officer. 

It has been five days since Tony McDade, a Black trans man from Florida, was shot and killed by a police officer.  

At the time of this post, it has been almost 19 hours since David McAtee was shot and killed by the authorities. 

This week has served as a stark reminder that those who have power in this country wield it recklessly and violently against Black people, non-Black POC, and trans people. For some, the power is found in their badge. In others, it’s their skin tone, their socio-economic status, their cisgender privileges, or any other number of privileges one can have. In 2018, with at least 26 trans people who were murdered, all but one were trans women, and all but one were people of color. According to data collected by Human Rights Campaign, this pattern is all too common. It should also be noted that the number of trans people who are murdered is grossly underreported, with many families and newspapers often misgendering those who can no longer speak up for themselves. 

On June 28, 1969, the Stonewall riots began as a response to the constant police raids of nightlife establishments frequented by the LGBTQIA+ community. That night sparked a revolution, with many eye-witnesses crediting Black and Latinx trans women for being brave enough to ignite what would become one of the most pivotal nights in LGBTQIA+ history. Without Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera, there would have been no uprising. Without them, there would be no Pride. 

At this moment, it would be tone-deaf and insensitive to commemorate Pride in the same celebratory fashion we usually do. Instead, we’re asking you to make the commitment to better the lives of the oppressed. Do the work to become actively anti-racist if you are not Black. Spread the word that Black lives matter. Spread the word that trans people deserve to feel safe wherever they go. Reblog this post, make your own, or find someone in your life who doesn’t understand and do your best to make them understand. Donate if you can. 

Martin Hall on talking with Richey Edwards about his brother’s (Philip Hall’s) death.

Me:

this was by far the cruelest thing david shore could have ever conjured. I came out of my 3 year tumblr hiatus for this bullshit just to let it be known on every platform from youtube to instagram to twitter to fucking tumblr how fucking mad i am.

NEIL MELENDEZ DESERVES TO LIVE. CLAIRE BROWNE DESERVES TO BE HAPPY. MELENDAIRE DESERVED MORE.

And the way David Shore baited us to come back to this show to watch a relationship, a one-of-a-kind relationship built on trust, compassion and genuine love. That is so rare to find in characters and it was written to effortlessly for three seasons. It wasn’t laced with toxicity and codependency. It was refreshing to see a healthy relationship that developed for THREE WHOLE SEASONS.

If the writers have even a fraction of a brain cell, they will make 3x20 a dream sequence, have Shaun save the day with a liver transplant or something of the sort. I truly don’t care, but they cannot disrespect Melendez (and Nick) like that. Not with that half-baked sendoff to a top-three cast member.

anyone else: shaun wtf

Anon requested: Hi! Could I request a dating Emerson headcanon please

- So many hats 

- Like 

- It was obnoxious

- But he loved them

- Sweet little love notes all the time

- He constantly put them around the house

- Before he leaves for tour he makes sure to hide a few

- So much artwork everywhere 

- At one point your walls were a nice solid white

- Not anymore

- Not that you mind but you for sure aren’t getting your security deposit back

- The two of you constantly go on cute ass dates

- One time he surprised you with a petting zoo an you actually cried

- A monkey almost stole his hat and he was more than okay with it

- Obviously his brothers love you because you make the baby happy

- OH

- Slow dancing to classical music all the time, anywhere

- Tell me that isn’t the cutest shit ever

- His favorite thing about you is how supportive you are

- His artwork?

- Better than Picasso

- The cryptic shit they keep pulling?

- Truly fucking amazing

- Gets so fucking soft when you’re around 

- Like, he’ll take his hat off and let you wear it

- Just straight smiles when he’s with you 

- Wow 

Title: Bed Head Chapter: One-Shot Pairing: Emerson/OC Rating: T/M Fic Summary: Lily loves Emerson’s bed head. Author’s Notes: Emerson has the cutest bed head I’ve ever seen in my life!

“C’mon, up and at ‘em!” Sebastian yelled, walking through the bunks.

Lily groaned and rolled over in her bunk. Lily groaned and rolled over in her bunk. She hated how perky Sebastian was in the morning.

As the older brother, he took it upon himself to make sure everyone was out of bed when they were supposed to be. Hence why his nickname was ‘Mom’.

She slipped out of her bunk and into Emerson’s, who was right below her and buried her head in his chest.

The bunk was flooded with light as Sebastian pulled open the curtain.

Lily whined. “C’mon Seb, let the lovebirds sleep in a little longer”, she heard Remington say. Lily heard the door to the bunks shut and the room was encased in darkness once again. Lily snuggled closer to Emerson and his arm wrapped around her in his sleep.

“It wasn’t exactly…legal”

Emerson’s POV

This tour so far sucked. Usually my girlfriend, Y/N came on tour with us but this is our first time leaving the country on tour. Of course, she doesn’t have a passport because she never thought she would need one before we met and ended up dating. This was our first huge tour which would be travelling to multiple different parts of Canada and she couldn’t come along. The look on her face when I told her where we were going was heartbreaking, the minute she realized she couldn’t come the smile on her face disappeared. She didn’t cry or throw a tantrum she just accepted it. Earlier this week she just made sure we spent more time together since we wouldn’t be seeing each other for a while. It just all seemed too easy, I thought she was going to break down and cry. I have been trying to call her all morning, it’s the fourth day of tour and she hasn’t answered my text messages in a couple of hours. I check the time zones already, so I know it’s not too late or early for her to answer. I wonder why she is ignoring me, could she really be that upset about not going on tour with us? Maybe, I’ll just give her time, she could just be busy for all I know. Something about this just seems really off, but I trust her and believe that this is just a weird thing happening.

*time skip to that night*

I was sleeping in my bunk after falling asleep while staring at my phone waiting for Y/N to call me back. I was woken up by Remington shouting my name from what seemed to be the front of the tour bus. I scramble together as fast as I can thinking it is an emergency and someone is in trouble. As I basically run all the way to the front of the bus. I stop abruptly when I notice that my girlfriend is standing in the “living room” with her best friend. I run over to her and lift her up spinning us around while I kiss her. As I put her back down on her feet I start to think of how she was actually here.

“Y/N? How are you here right now,” I ask her trying to remain calm.

“Welll, ummm it wasn’t exactly… legal. So do you really want to be an accomplice to that?” she jokes around.

“What did you do,” I demand.

“Well, you see Y/B/F/N and I really wanted to come on tour but unfortunately I don’t have a passport. She does, so we decided to sneak me over the border. I got in the car in a place where they would not see me at border patrol. Once we got over the border I hopped back in the front seat and we came here,” she said with a timid voice

“YOU WHAT!?!?!?! Y/N you could have gotten arrested or in trouble,” I try and explain to her

“I know, I know. I just really missed you and I realized that I most likely would not get caught anyway,” she tries to explain

“Ok, I get it. But as soon as we get back you are applying for a passport right away,” I look at her

“Deal,” she says

*Gif not mine!*

A/N: Hello! I know I haven’t posted in a while but I’ve been really busy trying to make some coin~~ And before you guys continue on with the imagine,I just wanted to give credit/ thank @bittercinnabon for the prompt that I used for this imagine. I hope you all enjoy this!!

You dragged your boyfriend through the automatic doors as you hummed along to the tune you had stuck in your head. “Can you grab me one of the wipes? I’m not risking the number of germs that are on this,” you asked before you even touched the kart. Remington nodded and walked over to the wipe stand, pulling one out before handing it to you.

As Remington walked in front of you, he put food in the kart. Eventually, you guys had made it out of the snack aisles and to the actual food aisles. Of course, you had to pick everything out because Remington only knew how to shop for chips and Nutella.

When you stepped away from the kart, he started to put everything you guys grabbed as far back as he could, making room for himself in the kart. He made you hold it so he could get in, people staring and whispering as the six foot, tattooed, man-child in makeup struggled to get in the kart.

“Happy now?” You asked, a smile on your face as you pushed him around. “Yes, extremely. Can we go to the Halloween decorations? I want to decorate the bus,” a chuckle escaped your mouth as you practically ran over to the decorations, to excited to look at them.

“E-e-excuse me, you aren’t allowed to sit in the karts like th-” When both you and Remington turned around, the small voice behind you had stopped. You were the first to notice the tattoo on her arm, a smile spreading on your face.

You helped Remington out of the kart and he started up a conversation with the girl. While they talked, you looked at all the decorations, putting all sorts of random shit in the kart. “Hey Rem, I need a new backpack so I’m gonna go look at those.”

Remington gave you a thumbs up as he continued talking to the fan.

After a couple more minutes, you saw the boy walking in your direction. “What do you think of thi- Rem, that’s the wrong way.” “What now?” As he came around the corner, a loud laugh escaped your mouth when you noticed the shoes he was wearing. “First off, how did I not notice you were wearing Heelys? Second off, if you’re gonna use those around the store at least stay where I can see you.”

Remington flipped you off before sliding in the other direction. “You ain’t my parent, I’m older than you!” Another laugh escaped your mouth as you saw him trip and fall in front of a family. The kids laughed at him as the parents tried to drag them away from the grown man wearing Heelys and red eyeshadow.

He pushed himself further away from you. It was about a minute before you heard a thud and a small ‘fuck.’ “God, I’m dating an actual man-child,” you whispered to yourself before you grabbed a bag and went to find Remington.