Americans Have American Privilege. Even If You Dont Want It! Even If Thinking About That Fact Makes You

Americans have American privilege. Even if you don’t want it! Even if thinking about that fact makes you feel uncomfortable! Even if you’re in an oppressed group (or more than one) in America!

If you’re an American citizen that comes with a mind-blowingly large amount of privilege with respect to most other countries on Earth.

Just because American SJ activists don’t talk about this (because it makes them uncomfortable) doesn’t mean it isn’t true.

BRO MY FRIENDS OLDER SISTER IS LIKE A MARAUDERS FA. SHE KINS REMUS FUCKING LUPIN

AND WHEN I TOLD HER I KIN JAMES SHE WAS LIKE YKNOW WHAT MAKES SENSE AND IM JUST SO FUCKING HAPPY RIGHT NOW LIKE THIS IS THE FIRST LIKE MARAUDERS PERSON I MET LIKE IRL AND THE WAY WE BOTH STARTED ACTING CRAZY WHEN WE FOUND OUT ABOUT THE OTHER IS LITERALLY HILARIOUS MY FRIENDS WERE SO CONFUSED

My favorite parts in epic: the the Troy saga (I'm literally so fucking in love with it like dhjdndndjdndd) :

Warrior of the mind -

I was lying and you fell for my bluff

HaHaHa

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Sounds like a plan

Goddess and man

Bestest of friends

We'll see where it ends

**sigh okay

Open arms -

just the lotus eaters on general cause like they genuinely sound hilarious

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You can relax my friend

Huh

I can tell you're getting nervous

So do yourself a service

And try to relax my friend

I'm fine polities

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My friend greet the world with open arms

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This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms

Whatever we face, we'll be fine if we lead from the heart

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My friend I wish that I could say I agree

But look a the way this fruit is glowing

The horse and the infant-

I could raise him as my OWWWN

Or send far away from HOMME

Make sure his past is never KNOWWWWN

ID RATHER BLEED FOR YA DOWN ON MY KNEES FOR YA

I'm BEGGING PLEASE

PLEASE DONT MAKEE DO THIS

Just a man -

When does a comet became a meteor

When does a candle become a blaze

When does a man become a mONSTERRR

When does a ripple become a tidal wave

When does the reason become the blame

When does a man become a mONSTERR

Full speed a head-

And Ithacas waiting

My kingdom is waiting

Penelopes waitinnng for me

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Six hundred reasons to take what what we can

So captain what's the plan

(CAPTAIN WHATS THE PLAN)

Watch where the birds fly

They will lead us to land

Then we'll hunt for food, my second in command

So! Giving my reblogs to this amazing art by @providencehq their own post so I can keep adding on to this fic at my own leisure.

Please don't ask to be tagged. I'm relegated to mobile and simply cannot keep up with a taglist. All additions will be going in the reblogs on this post, though. So feel free to come back here periodically to see if I've added more.

I'm currently up to 3 chunks with 1 more in planning.

So, without further ado:

Caught and Content

Daniel James Fenton had died at 14.

And every day since then he has counted as a blessing. Especially the good ones, but even the bad ones. The terrible ones. The days so horrid that Danny wouldn’t wish them on the worst beings in the universe. Danny treasured them still. Because every breath, every too slow heart beat, even the ones that pulsed with terror and exhaustion and agony, every one was a miracle. A moment of life that Daniel James Fenton wasn’t meant to have any more.

Borrowed time.

That’s what it was.

Danny had been living on borrowed time since he was 14. And he had long since made peace with the fact that his borrowed time would some day run out.

He’s 20 now. 6 whole years he wasn’t meant to live but did anyway.

A few more months and Danny would be 21, old enough to buy his first alcoholic drink. But even if he lived that long now, he wouldn’t get the chance. The GIW would ensure that. Tuck had celebrated his 21st a couple months ago, and Sam a few months before him. Danny would never get to celebrate his with them.

But that was okay. As said, Danny had long since made peace with the uncertain nature of his borrowed time. He didn’t need to go out to a bar with his friends and celebrate that he had survived 21 whole years. It would have been a lie anyway.

Daniel James Fenton had died when he was 14.

He was in the Watchtower now. Power suppression cuffs and collar making his already battered body feel even more weak and achy. Batman was staring at him. Superman and Wonder Woman seemed to be telling him things. Or asking. Interrogating. Danny paid them no mind. No answer he’d given them before seemed to satisfy. And he already knew what would come next.

These were government sanctioned heros. They were bound to the law. And the law said Danny must be turned over to the GIW. And since Danny had already escaped them and his parents once, he doubted they’d be keen to lock him up again. Research be damned, Phantom was too dangerous to be left alive. Or whatever facsimile of alive Danny existed in right now. Daniel James Fenton had died when he was 14.

So Danny ignored the government sanctioned superheros. He didn’t let his mind wander to tomorrows he’d never have. He had made peace with his death. So now he took every moment left of his breathing beating blessing to turn his gaze out the large Watchtower window.

Nothing else mattered as Danny beheld, breathed in, drowned in the last he’d ever see of the infinite beauty of the cosmos. He let himself relax, smile, and relish in the miracle of being here, of being allowed to see it one last time. And up so close, too.

And when the heros grew tired of Danny’s distraction. When they led him to a new room without any windows to peer out of. Danny stayed relaxed. Stayed smiling. He closed his eyes and waited for his borrowed time to run out. Even as Batman stared and Superman and Wonder Woman interrogated and the power suppression devices drained him of excess energy and he’s pretty sure the GIW were on their way to arrange his execution; he was contented.

Danny was not afraid. He was happy. At peace. Why would he be scared? After all, Daniel James Fenton had died at 14. Every moment since has been a blessing he has been grateful to have.

Because

Daniel James Fenton had died at 14.

OK so this is just me being curious but like I wanna know during finals do you just do you exam and go home or do you like do a full day cause like for me we just do the exam and go home but sometimes we have huge breaks between the exams even though we don't have any classes like tmr I have an exam that finishes at 10 15 and then another exam at 1 15 and I can't even go home between them cause I don't have anyone to like come and take me home so I have to stay at school and do absolutely nothing for the 3 hrs between my exam which finishes at 2 15 and then I have to wait till like 3 30 for my mom to be able to come pick me and my brother up. anyways I'm just really curious so like if you can pls answer me and GL for everyone during finals.