When yall singing along to some migos and that one white boy on your team slips up and says the N-word
"wait i can explain"
"My grandparents are black"
"I have a black cousin"
"My car is black"
"Orange is the new black"
when will girls stop slutshaming each other and unite to destroy the reapers
Red is the color of blood, and because of this it has historically been associated with sacrifice, danger, courage and revolution. Modern surveys show red is the color most commonly associated with heat, activity, passion, sexuality, anger, love, and joy. In many Asian cultures, it is the color of happiness.
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Men who can’t cook, clean, or even do their own laundry are not “cute” and “in need of a woman to care for them”. They are spoiled brats so dependent on gender roles that they never bothered to learn the minimal skills to take care of themselves.
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In the aftermath I consider how closely we had veered towards utter disaster. Without Diana’s sense of sacrifice and Bruce’s unshakable reasoning it might’ve turned out so very different. I am lucky to count them as friends.
A search of the survivors turned up no trace of the renegade Amazon. I may never know who it was that came so close to destroying all that I hold dear. I am comforted to know that I now have two comrades who would do anything to prevent that. Good things come in threes.
He has no doubt that Ra’s al Ghul will someday surface to trouble him again. It has happened before. And so, he continues the fight… for justice. But now for something else as well. A memory. Of sunlight and dewdrops. He has seen paradise.
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