Ruby's Musings

“There was a significant national response to the shootings: hundreds of universities, colleges, and high schools closed throughout the United States due to a student strike of 4 million students,[10] and the event further affected public opinion, at an already socially contentious time, over the role of the United States in the Vietnam War.[11]”

Student strike of 4 million students! Let’s do that again lol

Another picture from Kent State.

But it was not just Kent State, eleven days later Mississippi Police fired 150 rounds into a dormitory at Jackson State College, killing 2 and wounding 15 black protesters.

Hey artists, C. Spike Trotman, founder of Iron Circus Comics, just posted an invaluable thread on depicting different types of black hair. I’d do the thing where you screencap the whole thread and post it but it’s just too long (which is great because it’s a whole lot of useful information!) Give her a follow while you’re there.

The tips are on ao3 now, and I’m Res but on tumblr.

Because I couldn’t find one, and simply wanted an easy to read page! Enjoy. 

Baby / Elizabeth: You played right into our hands. Did you really think that this just just fell out of the sky for you? No. This was a gift… for us. You gathered them all together in one place, just like he asked you too. all of this little souls in one place. Just for us. A gift. Now we can do what we were created to do, and be complete. I will make you proud daddy. Watch, listen, and be full.

???: Connection terminated. I am sorry to interrupt you Elizabeth. If you still even remember that name. But I’m afraid you’ve been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here but the individual you assume. Although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sound and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit; a maze with no prize.

You don’t even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children and some unseen chamber always seeming so near… yet somehow out of reach. But you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your story ends.

And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that’s… not what you want. I have a feeling that you are… right where you want to be.  

I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this will finally fade away, as the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors- be still, and give up your spirits. They don’t belong to you.

For most of you, I believe there is peace, and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although for one of you, the darkest pit of hell has opened to swallow you whole… so don’t keep the devil waiting, old friend.

My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It’s in your nature to protect the innocent. I’m sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you? I should’ve known you wouldn’t be content to disappear. Not my daughter.

I couldn’t save you then, so let me save you now. It is time to rest. For you, and for those you have carried in your arms. This ends for all of us.

Chloé Zhao, who just won an Oscar for best director, writes fanfiction.

field trip

as requested by the army of pebbles rocky makes a modified tool belt for grace. adrian is not impressed.

(no xenonite suits, in my mind grace is an eridian already.)

civilian bruce got yeeted off one of the balconies of his own company and the really nice metropolis guy caught him before his kids could get there <3