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fuck Trump

Make no mistake: these MAGA chuds see themselves as revolutionaries at the Boston Tea Party, but they’re more akin to the mobs of the third reich whipped into a frenzy by their führer. They are monkeys baring their teeth and throwing their feces. And the police should be dealing with them with the same force used on peaceful BLM protesters...and peaceful Native American pipeline protestors...and peaceful Occupy Wall Street protestors... but hmm I wonder why they’re white. Oops. I mean, I wonder why they’re not. But all their chest thumping and shit slinging changes nothing. Biden will be sworn in on schedule.

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fuck Trump

Make no mistake: these MAGA chuds see themselves as revolutionaries at the Boston Tea Party, but they’re more akin to the mobs of the third reich whipped into a frenzy by their führer. They are monkeys baring their teeth and throwing their feces. And the police should be dealing with them with the same force used on peaceful BLM protesters...and peaceful Native American pipeline protestors...and peaceful Occupy Wall Street protestors... but hmm I wonder why they’re white. Oops. I mean, I wonder why they’re not. But all their chest thumping and shit slinging changes nothing. Biden will be sworn in on schedule.

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1851 deviations
Literature

Quando la struttura e morta

When structure is dead nothing defines the outlines where mem'ry exists escaping beyond borders, beyond life where we find truth. You slumber deeply between my sleeplessness as night passes over, never touched before, nor now, and not endlessly later.

The Addiction and Expressivity of Life

172 deviations
inclination

Black and White Beauty

174 deviations
Nail Art: Black Tear

Nail art

14 deviations

Join the Waiting List for DeviantArt Eclipse

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Journals that deserve attention

342 deviations

theWrittenRevolution works

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butch deloria

Fallout 3 artwork

24 deviations
Final Fantasy Gilgamesh

Final Fantasy fanart

14 deviations
Come and show me your strength

Final Fantasy Cosplay

23 deviations
Major KUSANAGI Motoko

Ghost In The Shell Fanart

16 deviations
Literature

Howl's Moving Castle Haikus

Magical castle Of a gargantuan size Moves over the hills. Wales: ordinary, Yet unimaginable To magical worlds. Kingsbury, so grand And fitting a home for a Most exalted king. Seemingly endless, O beautiful field, you're Filled with sweet blossoms. Once a store for hats, Her home has now become a Famous flower shop.

Steampunk Collection

15 deviations
The golden compass

His Dark Materials art

20 deviations
Melissa McBride/Carol Peletier

TWD art

24 deviations
Fringe: Blue Cotton Candy

Fringe art

27 deviations
Demons Souls - Penetrator (revised/reup)

Demon's Souls fanart

18 deviations
Literature

the thing most golden

I didn’t have the golden hair of those who chose and were chosen to be angels in the school plays. Whilst I waited with sore fingers crossed they knew just like Goldilocks that they could have what they picked. And I with my safety pin, was always picking locks. Back in my mother’s country for the summer holidays, where a glass teacup was always warming the crook of my thumb, I unlocked the padlock on a keepsake box, and held in the hollow of a damp palm an odd memento, glowing, as if haloed. It was the golden tooth of my great-aunt Fatima, who once wrote with a licked-pen a healing prayer on the swollen melon-size glands of m

Lit I Love

32 deviations
Literature

liii.

while i sit in my crumpled shirt, naked legs and bleached underwear i ponder about silence and solitude along with the brotherhood they share        they were the flat lines in heart monitors,        the shooting stars that happen behind your back        the budding flowers and sleeping children                the world that happens while you sleep                                and like the ticking of the clock                                they bear a loneliness                                that was either too loud or unnoticed

DDs I Featured

93 deviations
Literature

White Death

White Death A cough ripped through the man’s lungs, red specks staining the pristine white walls of the small cell. As the coughing fit seized the man inside the cell, the red specks became bigger and brighter until finally, the fit subsided until all that could be heard over the beeping machinery was the rattling wheeze of the fair-skinned man. His eyes opened slowly again, trying to adjust to the brightness of the cell. His head turned round at the wall on his right which, as his vision cleared, he saw was completely made of glass. There was a figure standing there, a tall, thin man wearing white over tan skin. His focus sharpened s

CVil War May Offerings

31 deviations
Literature

Hush

Run silent. Run deep. The men held their breath, Expecting no salvation But daring to hope nonetheless. Run silent. Run deep. The words, whispered, echoed in the absence of engine hums and laughter. Where even a stifled cough could call forth damnation. Run silent. Run deep. The night’s fog, far above, held true to the silent truce and only the patter of rain betrayed the peace until depth charges plunged blindly, seeking to rob men of the coming sunrise. Lives played before sailors’ eyes in silent films of black and white. Even memories respected the call: Run silent. Run deep. Precious moments passed, but th

CVil War June Offerings

10 deviations