katbas:

3modagawd:

dragonheartedrabbit:

"Waste of good ammo. It’s my privilege to buy you a replacement box."

"All self-respecting whites have a moral responsibility to support our growing number of martyrs to the failed experiment called diversity."

"I thank all Police, you are the ‘Thin Blue Line’ protecting normal Americans from aggressive and entitled primitive savages. America is surely at the tipping point."

Just a few quotes (in case it’s hard to read) from that collection of donation messages for Darren Wilson.

Does anyone else want to say it’s not about race?

"I wouldve donated double this amount but you missed his accomplice" I swear to fucking god…

I’ve lost all faith in this country

This makes me very upset to know that racism was really defeated,just lying in the wait to finally show its ugly head and take us back a few hundred years. I really thought we had evolved from this but I guess not.

(via buttsnekoka)

Morning After

Fandom:Assassin’s Creed

Characters:Connor X Reader (LI)

Summary/Setting: Set after Achilles’ passing and before Haythams death.You just spent the night with Connor (AKA did the dirty deed),your still getting to know one another and you can’t deny the attraction between the two of you but will your dark past get the better of your relationship? Or will Connor’s own secrets of his past interfere instead?

A/N: Wanted to try my had at Reader type writing,its pretty fun also sorry for all the mistakes,I only write when I have an idea I cant get out of my head, Enjoy.

Your not sure what wakes you but somehow you manage to open your sleep heavy eyes. For a moment you have a slight panic when you can’t quite recall where you are from staring up at the dark ceiling,there is also an opposing weight bearing down on your chest. You glance down and it all comes back to you,a quick flash of two bodies intertwined together in the night,the gleam of sweat and passion mixed together with pleasure filled moans cause your face to grow warm aside from the small smile that appears on your face,you hear his steady breathing in the dark and you glide your fingers down his firm back. For a moment you feel the safety and comfort of being in a mans arms instead of the fear of being struck by them but the moment is short live when you realize your going to have to return to THAT place but you calm your racing heart by telling yourself not to think about it and just go to sleep instead you close your eyes and listen.

You can hear the wind outside causing the trees to shake against the windows,the storm outside still going,you can hear the fire pop and burn while the sounds of the old manor creak but the one sound you listen to most is his breathing,his head resting close to yours so you chance a peek,his still face is calm and peaceful something that was still strange for you since you’ve come to know him in the past few months. He always looks so serious,always deep in thought but right now he seemed so…normal.

You can’t help but touch his hair and run your fingers through it,of course gently as to not wake him,its soft and smells of pine and hay which you don’t mine at all,nothing at all like the city and all its bizarre smells.

You can feel yourself finally growing sleepy but continue to caress his hair until sleep comes for good.

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