#black clothese

[vojska]

[amalgamationillustration]

Jack Black Mario Bros Movie Premiere practice to try and improve my likenesses and also poses & clotheses and also my speed at drawing and colouring even if it's messy, just want to get a little faster and less precious with the details and just like... relax a bit and try and loosen up the art a bit. It's kinda working I think?? Also added a deranged version of a 90s cartoon filter I've seen.

Reference below

[cleophantom]

My Picrew version 1.1

Improvements:

-fixed a bug where all clothese were black

-developed fashion sense

-replaced genderfluid flag with less vague bigender flag.

[thisisthinprivilege]

Found a post talking about"thin privilege" and this girl claims not only that theres fat privilege but that she only has a few pairs of clothes in tatters since all the stores that sell their size "closed", areopostale is still open though. I wear the same/smaller sizes than them and can go into any store and find soemthing i like that "fits" but they and the size 6 blogger that started it claim they couldn't. Sure jan.

Oh yeah, there’s just so much fat privilege these days, amirite? Like, last time I went into a mall there were TWO WHOLE STORES that sold plus size clothese and ONLY TWENTY that sold smaller size clothes. It’s a small-sized wasteland, you guize. Like, my size 6 wife only has TWENTY STORES to find $10 leggings in any color and finish she wants and $15 long sleeve shirts in any material and print she wants and I’ve got TWO WHOLE STORES to compare $30 leggings in black and navy against $40 100% polyester long sleeve shirts in black and leopard print.  THESE POOR SMALLS, what terrible fat privilege!

-ATL

[rattusrattus3]

I absolutely love your style, it’s so inspiring!! Do you have any fashion tips for a queer gal who loves a mixture of punk, Faerie, and artsy aesthetics? I have trouble piecing together all the styles I like but you do it really well.

heck ye!! you are so sweet to say this thank u!!! ok i have a couple fashion posts here if u wanna check em out:

(from my FAQ)

My fashion (masterpost) (staples) (modifying clothes tips, x) (costume making tips, (x) (x)) (where i get patches and pins) (confidence tips, x) (thrifting tips x, x) (inspiration x)  (skirts advice) (closet tour video from my YouTube)

here is some other tips tho for each style (i reccomend mix n match the things for a good combo of the looks :)) general tip: diy/try to mod like every peice of clothing! whether its adding rips or patches or drawing on it with sharpie or painting on it w arcrylic paint or embroidering or adding pins or buttons or glitter this will help make all ur looks cooler cause handmade/modified stuff always looks 1000% cooler than perfect condition with these styles (imo) 

also i dont reccomend buying brand new clothes anymore (other than like undies and socks), i have only thrifted the majority of my clothes since i was 12 and thats how i have such a funky (imo) wardrobe, u just cant find weird funky shit at regular stores for a normal price imo, so go thrifting often and u will find some gems :)! 

Punk: -dye your hair weird colours, if u cant/dont want to, buy some cheap wigs or spray in color or tease it and make it huge or shave some off! -eyeliner can look v punk imo, if ur makeup is kinda intense u automatically look punk kinda lol -materials/patterns u should look out for at the thrift store: anything w (black and white or other) stripes, checkers, anything plaid, velvet, PVC/vynil, leather/pleather, cheetah print, lace, denim jackets, doc marten or work boots, chains to put on as belts or wear as jewelery -buy iron-on spikes online and put them on ur jackets n shit -long sleeve shirt under short sleeve shirt -turn ur t shirts into crop tops -diy band patches -make a shit ton of patches by using black denim (from thriftstore jeans) and white arcrylic paint and sew the patches onto black jeans with dental floss (or thread) -take a pair of fishnet tights (dollar store), snip a hole in the crotchal area and cut off the toes, then pull it over your head and put your arms thru the legs/sleeves and now ta da u have a a fishnet shirt to layer under clothes -throw or spray bleach on ur clothes for fun looks (or use a paint brush and make intricate patterns!) -facial peircings help, if u cant/dont want to get peirced just glue some little pearl gem stickers or something like that from the dollar store to ur face with lash glue or spirit gum (and carry adhesive with u if u go out) -black or dark nail polish -denim with rips (jackets or jeans or whatever) -temporary tattoos (on face is cool too) -plaid skirts , thigh high socks, also garters -rip ur tights in a million spots and wear two pairs cause it looks spider webby and cool -cat and dog collars from the dollar store -go to a pet store and buy a tag and get it engraved with whatever anticapitalist/anti authroitarian/punk message u want (i have one tht says Grrrl power and one that has my cats names) -pigtails or deathhawks or shaved sides or shaved head or V-shaped bangs or whatever else "weird" but truly awesome hairstyle u want -safety pin as earrings/put safety pins in all ur clothese but before u put them in piercings please santiize them with alchol

Faerie: -glitter on ur face (cosmetic glitter mixed with coconut oil works well, try to get an ocean friendly one if possible, etsy has lots of options) -buy fairy wings at halloween and wear them whenever u want -pastel makeup and colors -fake freckles -floral patterns -layersss -soft, cozy, velvety, satiny, or billowy textures -fairy dust from lush is jsut. awesome. not a fashion tip i just love it (its a glitter body powder that smells like bubblegum and its pink and soft and lovely, they also have glitter bars that are great, shimmy shimmy is awesome, i cant find the other one online) -sew floppy large soft animal ears onto your sweaters -carry stuffed animals around or poking out ur bag -flowers in ur hair or in your clothes (u can get fake flowers at the thrift store often) -flower crowns -aprons -lacy things layered on u -vintage night gowns

Artsy: -tons of layers again -scrunchies -paint on ur clothes, even if its just paint splatters so u look like an Artistè (i just have clothes i paint in that are splattered but i feel like a artiste when i wear them) -mustard yellow -paint brushes/pencils in a bun is v cute imo -funky weird makeup colors

my outfits/looks

my fashion tag (not my outfits, but fashion i like)

[the-fahc-golden-boy]

“You’re Shorter Than I Imagined” Chapter 4

Alright I do apologize for the wait, but this is also a bit of a longer chapter!

Pairing(s): Jeremy/Gavin Michael/Ryan Geoff/Jack

Read it on AO3 if you’d like: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20008159

~~~~~

It was currently midnight, or at least somewhere around that time, Gavin wasn’t exactly keeping track. After he had met Jeremy face to face, he decided the best course of action was to lock himself in his room for the rest of the day.

Jack had knocked once trying to get him to eat, but had quickly left when Gavin said he wasn’t feeling well. (Which wasn’t a total lie, he did feel like absolute crap but not because he was sick like he had told Jack.)

He had been icing his nose for three hours straight trying to get the swelling to go down, the bleeding had luckily stopped about thirty minutes into being iced. His whole face just ached and he couldn’t bring himself to take anything to numb it. He’d also been debating for the past fifteen minutes or so if he should text Michael.

Michael was his boi, his best friend, the only one in the crew to have seen the words on Gavin’s arm and to have understood why he was so nervous about meeting people. Michael just understood him from the get go, even if he didn’t always show it, he cared for him.

Gavin decided to just do it.

Gavino: hey boi, you awake?

It had taken about five minutes to get a response.

Moogar: no

Moogar: this better be important to wake me up at the butt crack of fucking dawn

Gavino: it is actually…

Moogar: give me five mins to at least put some clothese on

He let the ice pack fall from his face, it must have been earlier than he thought if he had managed to wake Michael up. Hopefully he hadn’t woken Ryan up as well, but that wasn’t at the top of his concern list right then.

Gavin stood up and gently walked himself over to his closet where he kept an extra rolling chair for when he had one of the other crew members working with him on something. It didn’t get used as much since Geoff had turned one of the spare bedrooms of the penthouse into a computer/equipment room, but at least he still had it for those rare moments someone actually wanted to spend time with him outside of “work stuff”.

He attempted to make himself look like he’d been busy, quickly shaking his computer mouse in order to wake it up and jump into whatever project he had left for himself.

Halfway through reading the small file he’d made on their amo dealer he heard Michael knock at his door.

“You better let me in asshole!” Michael knocked again for extra effect.

Gavin spun his chair to the door, “It’s open boi” A little false enthusiasm in his voice would at least leave Michael a little off edge.

The door was gently pushed open and Michael came padding in. He was in a simple tank top and sweatpants and Gavin had never been more thankful for the invention of clothing. (It was more along the lines that Gavin was glad Michael liked to wear a shirt because even in the dark, the trail of hickeys down his left side was slightly obvious.)

Michael gently sat in the chair Gavin had pulled out, instantly trying to look over the other man for anything that might indicate what was wrong. Gavin ended up looking back at his computer screen, never one to enjoy somebody staring at him unless he was in his Golden Boy getup.

Unfortunately for him, his computer screen lit up enough of his face to give him away.

“What the fuck happened to your nose?” Michael was instantly reaching for Gavin’s head, turning his face towards him to better examine the damage. “Did you get mugged again? I don’t even remember you leaving the penthouse today after the meeting?” He was staring him down, trying to trap him with the patented “Mogar Glare”.

Gavin was looking anywhere but Michael. “It was just a rough meeting- OW!”

At that moment Michael started to prod at his nose, tracing the edges of the purple bruise that was forming.

“Michael please,” Gavin yanked his head away, he didn’t need him doting on him, that wasn’t what criminals did.

“Tell me who the fuck did this, I’ll gladly return the favor.” Michael sat back in the chair, crossing his arms.

Instead of telling him, Gavin flicked the desk light on and rolled up his shirt sleeve. His arm had started hurting after he heard Jeremy’s words, but it wasn’t anything compared to his face, so that’s what he had focused on treating. He gently lifted his right arm for Michael to see; the words had changed from black lettering to white, indicating that they had been said.

Michael let out a soft, “oh” before gently taking Gavin’s arm in order to examine it further. “So you met them?” His fingers gently brushed over the letters, Gavin hissing in pain.

“Yeah, didn’t expect it to end with me in so much trouble…” He gently pulled his arm away from Michael and rolled his sleeve back down. He began to fidget with his hands while he watched him carefully.

“So they did this to you,”

Gavin nodded.

“Name. Now.” Michael stood up from the chair.

“I can’t Michael, I don’t want you hurting them. Just let us figure it out on our own.” Gavin ducked his head down, his leg bouncing nervously as well now.

“They hurt you, Gavin! I can’t just sit here knowing that you’re in physical and emotional pain because of them! I’m your friend Gavin; it’s my fucking job to help you!”

Michael was shouting, Gavin hated it when he shouted. It felt too much like before he met Geoff, too much like he was seventeen again being given a plane ticket and told to never come back. Too much like he hated him. Of course he knew better, knew that Michael wasn’t mad at him but it still didn’t make him feel good.

“Michael please, just don’t hurt him, Michael.” He watched Michael pace around the room before coming back to sit in the chair.

He sighed before reaching out to hold Gavin’s shoulder. “Alright, but at least tell me their name, just so I know who and can step in just in case there’s trouble again. I promise I won’t tell the others either.”

Gavin looked up and smiled gently, “Thank you boi.” He took a deep breath and braced himself, “It’s Jeremy.”

-----

Jeremy had invited Matt over as soon as he got home; and by the time Matt had gotten there, Jeremy had already downed two beers and was in the process of trying to open a box of Four Loko on the floor while his cats looked on in what could only be assumed as horror. 

Matt didn’t really know the details of what happened other than the slew of text messages he had received from, what he could only assume, was a very frantic and panicked Jeremy. (Either that or Jeremy was now suddenly into drugs, but Matt was able to chuck that theory as soon as he saw him in person.)

Matt carefully set down the bag of chips he brought with and was thankful he decided to skip the alcohol this week. Last thing he needed was to deal with emotional drunk Jeremy while he himself was busy being an over emotional drunk as well. (He’d tried it before, and honestly that results of that night are never something he wants to repeat.) He went over and confiscated the box of Four Loko that Jeremy was fighting with and proceeded to help him up onto the couch.

“Alright, care to explain to me what happened to make you want to get alcohol poisoning tonight?”

Jeremy didn’t respond; instead, he just attempted to bury himself into the couch cushions and hope Matt would give up.

“You’re not getting out of this that easily,” He tried to pull Jeremy out from under the cushions to no avail. “Hell you were the one that invited me over here in the first place!”

At this Jeremy stilled, giving himself a moment to process that he did in fact invite Matt over before he started to hit the drinks because sober him knew he was going to be an issue. He carefully sat up, holding his head slightly when the world decided to spin.

Matt gave him a moment to get his bearings before prodding him again. “C’mon Jeremy, whatever happened that made you want to drink yourself into oblivion can’t have that bad,”

“Oh yes, yes it is that bad.” He reached for the bag of chips Matt had brought, beginning another long battle with a container that refused to open by his hands.

“Ok, then get on with it then.” He snagged the bag from the other man, and easily popped it open. 

Jeremy just took it back with a glare, mumbling something about being able to open it himself. With his left arm elbow deep in Doritos, he held his right arm out for Matt to see. The white lettering was only highlighted by the bright red splotches that covered his forearm. He was glad sober him had actually changed into a tank top; his purple jacket had kept rubbing up against the words and kept causing him to hiss out in pain every time his moved his car’s steering wheel.

Matt just cocked an eyebrow, not understanding what Jeremy was trying to wordlessly communicate to him. Jeremy began to wave his arm more to try to emphasize his point.

“Dude, just use you’re fucking words, I don’t know what vague arm gestures mean. Especially when you��re drunk.”

Jeremy frowned and swallowed his mouthful of chips. “Just look at my arm sheesh, is it that difficult?” He shook his arm again to make his point, wincing slightly as the burning feeling came back.

Matt grabbed, but quickly let go when Jeremy practically yelped in pain. He reached out again, taking his arm with more caution, being careful to not actually put pressure anywhere over the lettering. “Woah,”

“Yeah tell me about it,” Jeremy huffed.

“So you met them? How did it go? Who even are they?” Matt felt like he was bursting with questions, it wasn’t every day your best friend met their soulmate. And it certainly wasn’t very often that your best friend ended up getting wasted because they met their soulmate. Matt self consciously ran a hand over where his own set of words rested under his jacket sleeve.

Jeremy set the chips down, but kept himself facing away from his friend. “I… punched them. In the nose… Because of the comment about my height.” He waited for Matt to respond, but there was just silence, so he tried to explain himself. “Look Matt, my height was always the butt of jokes back in high school. It was always the reason people pushed me aside or the reason I couldn’t join any teams. Every coach I had said that if I was only a few inches taller, I’d be perfect for the sport. Nobody ever actually saw me as a maturing human being, only a fun-sized trouble maker. No one ever took me seriously about anything.”

Matt put a gentle hand on his shoulder, keeping silent to let him continue.

“Every time I saw those words on my arm, I felt like my soulmate would never actually take me seriously either. That they’d treat me like a kid and I’d have to put up with it because they’re my perfect match! And I didn’t want that!” Jeremy stood up now, starting to anxiously pace around the room. “But when I hit Gavin in the face and saw how scared he was of me, god Matt I felt like I had just shattered him! I felt like a monster because I acted on impulse, just like a child would…”

Jeremy plopped himself back onto the couch, and went for the Four Loko. (Matt had opened it when Jeremy had stood up and started to pace.)

“Well... “ Matt paused, quite honestly stumped about the whole situation. Everything had taken him off guard; Jeremy’s explanation about his teen years, the admission that he had punched Gavin in the face, and then the fact that Gavin “Golden Boy” Free was his soulmate. All of it felt a little too much to Matt. “Did you apologize to him? Or even explain why you acted this way?”

“No! He ran off before I could say anything.” Jeremy let his head fall back and rest on the back of the couch. The ceiling of his apartment was very intriguing.

Matt pushed away the drinks, and snagged a pen and a piece of scrap paper. “Ok, so… Let’s start with making a plan to fix this shit storm that way the crew doesn’t kill you tomorrow.”

[mitsunerokuyari]

Eyes of Light

A highlander man awaited in the lobby of the Top Mast. The man had a well kept beard with braids within and his hair was black ending also braided in a ponytail. His clothese were modest, almost appearing as a small market merchant trying to find his way. He closed his eyes and leaned back into the comfortable fabric of the couch. He heard the door open once more letting in the salty sea air of The Mist and opened his eyes to see if it was the one he was looking for. It wasn't the exact person he was searching for but he knew she was associated with him. He did a slight bow before holding out his hand, "Miss Yhoknu. I am Siggurd Kantor."

Kihta was rummaging within her satchel as she entered the lobby, searching for her keys as she bit down on an envelope tucked between her teeth. Not quite expecting any greeting from anyone other than the caretakers at the desk, Kihta stopped her rummaging and grabbed for her envelope, tucking it within her bag with a curious quirk of a dark brow. She did not recognize the man standing before her, though politely extended her hand in return in proper greeting, "H...Hello. I'm sorry, Siggurd, you say? I'm sorry, I ... I don't think I was expecting anyone!"

The man shook her hand in his strong grip and smiled politely before putting it back to his side, "I am Mitsune's father. I'm not sure if he ever spoke to you about myself but I was in the area and just wondering how my boy was doing. Before you ask how I'm his father I adopted him when he was young." He chuckled slightly if she was wondering how in fact he was the Au Ra's father.

Kihta blinked at the man. He had taken the inquiry right out of her mouth. For a few moments in passing silence, Kihta finally snapped out of her surprise, and smiled, "By the Twelve, you're Mitsune's father?" She chirped, rubbing the back of her head in her awkward state. "He never mentioned he would be expecting you. Oh gods, and I'm afraid he's out on business at the moment."

He sighed with a frown and nodded, "Well he might not mention because when he was younger I always tried my best to prepare him for the world. The poor boy has had a hard life growing up after losing his real family and the orphanage was full of children. I felt sorry for the boy as he didn't really fit in with the Hyur children so I took him in my stead. We had some troubled times but I am glad he is doing well for himself." Siggurd pulled free a small sealed evelope from his hand and held it out for her, "I need to give him this before I"m off. Please see to it that he does, miss."

"Yes, of course," she smiled politely, albeit sadly at the mention of Mitsune's past. It was a tale she knew so very little of. Accepting the envelope, Kihta frowned, "I would invite you up for some refreshments, but I'm afraid I'm in and out myself today. I do hope you will accept my most sincere apologies." The Miqo'te bowed her head towards him, "Perhaps we might be able to arrange a proper visit in the near future."

Siggurd smiled and nodded once more, "That is no issue miss. I'll have to visit you two sometime soon. I have been a little busy myself and just wanted to check in on him. You have a good evening youself, miss Yhoknu." With that he gave a bow once more and walked from the Top Mast with a wave.

Kihta turned slightly to watch the man leave, curiosity continuing to grow all the more. Once he was out the door, she turned and looked at the envelope, flipping it over in her hands a couple of times before sliding it into her bag.

It was about half an hour since Siggurd's departure from speaking with Khita. Mitsune was finally home from his assignment within Thanalan. He opened the door and smiled weakly to his love, being tired from his recent contract, "Hello, love." He started to unstrap and pull off the armor plates, letting them drop from the floor.

Kihta grinned the moment she heard the door handle move from the other room, hurrying to slip her shirt on over her damp head of hair. She had just taken a nice warm bath in her preparation to visit the Jeweled Cypress later that evening and wanted to look nice amid the long, tiring day she also had within Limsa Lominsa's market proper. Rushing to greet her lover, Kihta threw her arms around his waist and beamed, "I am so happy you've come back early! I would have said something over the link pearl, but I wanted to surprise you with something."

Mitsune beamed as she ran up to him and threw her arms around him. He held her up and kissed her before putting her back on her feet. WIth a grin in returned the curiosity, "Oh, what do you have for me?"

Moving to a nearby table where the two usually kept any important documents, mail and the like - Kihta chirped happily and plucked up the envelope Siggurd had given her earlier that day. Turning back to Mitsune, she quickly neared him once more and held it out for him, bouncing on her toes in curiosity, "Your father dropped this off for you today. He seemed quite nice!"

Mitsune's smile quickly faded into a worried frown. He let go of her and looked to her eyes. It was if some dark spirit reached up and shook him back into reality momentarily, "Did you just say Siggurd was here?" He forgot to breathe momentarily and caught his breath. He tilted his head to the side before looking out the window to see if anyone was spying on him. Mitsune grabbed the letter quickly, looking to the blood red seal and his eyes widened. He pulled open the wax and pulled out a letter and read over it in his mind.

The eyes of judgment have fallen upon you.

Kihta's smile also faded quickly, noticing Mitsune's quick change in demeanor. Worried, she briefly placed a hand on his arm and sighed, "I did. Yes. What ever is the matter?"

Mitsune's eyes widened and he started to put his armor right back on quickly, "Khita, grab everything you need. We need to leave and we need to leave now."

Kihta's eyes grew large like dinner plates, eyeballing him with a touch of fear, "Mitsune? What's going on?" She didn't move right away, waiting for an answer to the madness that started to spiral around them. "You're scaring me."

He stopped a moment and gave her the letter before staring to her eyes, "I don't know when he will be back here but he will not be alone. We need to leave now. We don't have time to get everything just get what you must!"

"So he's not your father then?" She inquired, looking around the apartment sadly. Grabbing up what she could, including her weaponry and a couple changes of clothes, Kihta shook her head and looked at the letter, "Why don't we alert Priae and the others? Surely this is something they can help us with. The eyes of judgement have fallen upon you? What does that even mean?"'

It was if Mitsune stopped putting his things together and looked over to her. He shouted to her but he was not mad at her, "They are coming for me. They are cult who hunts down any kind of dark magic users and voidsent. We need to go and we need to leave now! There is no more time!"

Grabbing a few more items, Kihta nodded quietly and frowned. Just how long would they need to disappear? Forever? She was so happy here, but knew it wouldn't be as happy as it was without Mitsune around. When she had finally gathered what she could - Kihta finished with two satchels, her bow, and two ornate chakrams she had only recently been gifted by the troupe moving through Limsa Lominsa. How would she continue with them? She was learning so well! "I'm with you, Mits. Just as I always have been and always will be," her voice was calm as she neared him. "Can we at least send word back to the others once we get to wherever we are going?"

"Then write something down quickly! We're getting on a ship and departing for Kugane. I don't think they will find us there." He calmed down only for a moment and frowned sadly to her, "We will return, Khita. I promise you."

"Let us just worry about getting out of here first. Twelve, Mits, you look like you've seen a ghost," she looked to him worriedly and sighed. "I will send post to Koh'li when we arrive at Kugane then. I trust him with getting a message to us."

Mitsune nodded to her, finishing up packing his essentials, weapons, and armor. He frowned as he held her close in his arms to take a moment to breath from all of the chaos and panic quickly racing to him. He breathed a few times before looking into her eyes, "Then lets be off."

[kanekikenunot]

White king and his squad has a white suits, Black king and his squads has a black suits, But white suits wore black shirts under their suits, On the other hand CCG's wore white shirts under their black suits, I wonder it is symbolizing, And as i recall, Kaneki always wore black clotheses until he met Arima, It felt like Arima was the only white person in this series(Symbolic way),Now Ken wore black coat on his white suit,idk know what am i talking about xaxa

I read this a few times and hope that I’m answering you question, I think in many ways that the colors of the suits show the moral code that the characters have based on the color of the suits. I feel like Furuta and V wear black, because in this case they are the “pure” evil as their motives. They want a selfish order that puts them in control. I think that the white suits, where the black suits under the white suits because they are doing they are trying to fix the world even though their actions will probably not be the best, and how in this particular case they are doing good even though every ghoul fighting the clowns has had a darker past. The doves pretty much wear all white though, as they are to seem as they are making peace for human kind through the extermination of ghouls. I feel like Arima being the only pure character is a stretch, I think that the white was to make him seem other worldly and like the god that so many characters saw him as. I think that Kaneki putting on the black suit shows that what he is going to be doing at the lab is shady and might not be the most morally correct actions he will take

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On Markeith Loyd

I didn’t want to say anything on the matter because I know this can be hard to understand. But, after listening to grown adults from various creeds and professions all cheer on his assault, I think it’s necessary. The story, as it’s been told, is that Markeith Loyd killed his pregnant ex-girlfriend and fled the scene. Some month or so afterwards, around 7am, Loyd was at a local Walmart by A Good Samaritan™. This person then went to alert the plain-clothesed officer Clayton, who was putting shopping bags in her trunk.  Clayton went to apprehend him and exchanged fire. She was hit by Loyd as he fled. Backup arrived 28 seconds later, but Loyd was nowhere to be found. A week or so later, the police tracked his phone and traced it to a home not too far from where the incident occurred. Loyd came out with two handguns and a bullet proof vest, but dropped his guns when he saw that he was surrounded. So, and bear with me, because Loyd wasn’t apprehended for the death of his ex-girlfriend, we don’t actually know what happened. We do know, however, that killing someone isn’t, and shouldn’t, be against the law. There are plenty of scenarios in which the act of taking another person’s life should go unpunished. Murder is against the law, killing someone isn’t. We also know that the public (see: the police, jurors, most people in a given society) more frequently convicts black males of crimes, and punishes them more harshly for them.  Because we don’t have ANY first-hand evidence pertaining to the death of his ex-girlfriend, there’s a lot a room to speculate.  So instead of speculating that he killed his pregnant girlfriend in cold blood, I’m going to assume he did it in self defense.  Still yet, what are the chances people would believe him? Or do you think he would’ve just been arrested sooner?  So after he defends his life and realizes he’s got no chance among his peers, he goes into hiding. (We know he went into hiding because the police said his phone hadn’t been used for months, until this week when he was caught.)  Then one morning, while he’s buying groceries, he’s confronted by a random person (see: a cop not wearing a uniform) pointing a gun at him. He wasn’t caught robbing that Walmart, he was caught trying to assimilate back into society very quietly.  We don’t know the order of events because Clayton didn’t survive and we probably won’t here from Loyd for some time still. However, is it a stretch to suggest maybe Clayton shot first? That maybe the bullet hole in his t-shirt from that morning was hers? Her backup was there in 28 seconds. What kind of level-headed officer of the peace confront a Dangerous Criminal™ alone with backup literally less than 30 seconds behind her? Is it the same loose-cannon cop who’d shirt first, and ask questions after? Finally, I think it’s important to address his eventual capture. The news is perpetuating that he surrendered after he saw how many police there were. Why then, did they beat the living shit out of him? No speculation here folks. On live stream, CNN broadcasters justified his beating by police officer’s as “less than what some other people would’ve done”, that he hurt a lot of them. The police are saying that he sustained injuries while resisting arrest.  So which the fuck is it? Did he surrender when he saw he was surrounded, or did he resist arrest? Because I highly doubt he put his guns down because he thought he had a better chance hand-to-hand.  I’m not defending him because I don’t actually think he killed her in self defense. I’m not even defending him because I don’t know. I’m defending the unquestionable authority people give to Omniscient Police Officers™. I want you to ask yourself, when are police beating unjustified?  Can they beat you for animal abuse? What about child Abuse? Tax evasion? Speeding? Smoking weed?  We are presumed innocent in this country. That means if an officer takes it upon himself to administer justice before the person has been convicted in a jury of his peers, he’s just beating the shit out of someone you disagree with. 

P.S If it was you Loyd had shot and killed it wouldn’t have even made headlines. And he wouldn’t have shot you because you don’t brazenly assault people and discharge your gun in a crowded public place.