#female journalist

[radykalny-feminizm]

Oriana Fallaci (29 June 1929 – 15 September 2006) was an Italian journalist and author.

She rightfully critcized Islam and its oppressive rules.

During her 1979 interview with Ayatollah Khomeini, she addressed him as a "tyrant", and managed to unveil herself from the chador:

OF: I still have to ask you a lot of things. About the "chador", for example, which I was obliged to wear to come and interview you, and which you impose on Iranian women... I am not only referring to the dress, but to what it represents, I mean the apartheid Iranian women have been forced into after the revolution. They cannot study at the university with men, they cannot work with men, they cannot swim in the sea or in a swimming-pool with men. They have to do everything separately, wearing their "chador". By the way, how can you swim wearing a "chador"?

AK: None of this concerns you, our customs do not concern you. If you don't like the Islamic dress, you are not obliged to wear it, since it is for young women and respectable ladies.

OF: Very kind (of you). Since you tell me that, I'm going to immediately rid myself of this stupid medieval rag. There!

Truly a badass feminist icon.

[singeratlarge]

“If you don’t like the media, be the media…” SONG OF THE WEEK “Journalistic Girl”—This Kinks-influenced power pop tune is Part 2 of a song trilogy:

>Part 1: A teenaged female reporter collects guitar picks from her favorite bands while obsessively covering the music scene for the school paper. Meanwhile, her devoted boyfriend takes second place to her fanaticism. 

>Part 2 (this song): Years pass. She is now a successful globe-trotting star journalist. Her high school sweetheart has grown up with her, but their relationship has not grown with time. This saddens him but she’s too preoccupied to see it. 

>Part 3: She’s gone missing in a remote African war zone, and he takes it upon himself to brave the outback and find out what happened to her. A perilous mystery awaits…

#femalejournalist #femalereporter #media #journalist #femalebroadcaster #thekinks #raydavies #femmejournaliste #periodista #kvindeligjournalist #kvinnligjournalist #inaĵurnalisto #γυναίκαδημοσιογράφος #giornalistadonna #女性ジャーナリスト` #powerpop #poprock #singersongwriter #africa #amsterdam #music #johnnyjblair #singeratlarge #rio #teenreporter #schoolpaper #taperecorder

[womantoday]

Margaret Alphonsi (rugby, shot put)

[xtruss]

Dorothy Thompson Is the Most Famous Female Journalist You've Never Heard Of

She made a name for herself by speaking out against fascism abroad and at home. Then the fight got personal.

— January 11, 2024 | Kirstin Butler

A Full-Color Illustration Featuring Archival Images of Journalist Dorothy Thompson, a Typewriter, Marching Nazi Troops, and the Book "I Saw Hitler". Art by Colin Mahoney. Source photo of Dorothy Thomspon: National Archives and Records Administration

On the morning of August 25, 1934, the American journalist Dorothy Thompson was taking breakfast in her room at the Hotel Adlon in Berlin when she received a letter from the Gestapo. “In view of your numerous anti-German publications in the American press,” Thompson was informed, “the German authorities, for reasons of national self respect, are unable to extend to you a further right of hospitality.”

The Reich bore her a distinct animus. For years, she had been critical of fascist movements throughout Europe. After being granted an interview with Hitler in 1931, Thompson wrote an especially unflattering portrayal of the soon-to-be German chancellor. That long essay, which first ran in Cosmopolitan Magazine, was subsequently turned into a book called I Saw Hitler. “He is formless, almost faceless,” Thompson had written, “a man whose countenance is a caricature, a man whose framework seems cartilaginous, without bones. He is inconsequent and voluble, ill-poised, insecure. He is the very prototype of the Little Man.” In addition to that injurious portrait, Thompson had produced a series of articles for the Jewish Daily Bulletin deploring Hitler’s anti-semitic policies.

The Führer was reportedly threatened enough by her work to demand the creation of a “Dorothy Thompson Emergency Squad” to rush translations of her articles. Now, at the personal directive of Hitler himself, she was being expelled from the country, an unprecedented act against an American correspondent.

A cadre of foreign journalists sent Thompson off, colleagues from her years as Central European Bureau chief for the New York Evening Post and Philadelphia Public Ledger. (She had been the first-ever woman appointed to the position, which oversaw foreign coverage for both newspapers, a decade earlier.) “Nearly the entire corps of American and British correspondents went to the railway station to see her off and wish her good luck,” the New York Times reported, adding that Thompson was presented with an armful of American Beauty roses as a gesture of admiration.

Far from silencing her, the expulsion only increased Thompson’s influence. The Times featured the story of her ban on the newspaper’s front page, and eagerly ran her reflections about it the following day. “My offense was to think that Hitler is just an ordinary man,” she wrote. “That is a crime against the reigning cult in Germany, which says Mr. Hitler is a Messiah sent by God to save the German people—an old Jewish idea.” Thompson closed her column in the Times with the kind of bon mot that had already propelled her to public renown: “To question this mystic mission is so heinous that, if you are a German, you can be sent to jail. I, fortunately, am an American, so I merely was sent to Paris. Worse things can happen to one.”

Thompson in 1937. Getty Images.

Upon her return to the United States, Thompson turned her indomitable energies toward denouncing fascism with every opportunity she was offered, and she was offered many. First came a 30-city lecture tour spanning the next year and a half. Then in 1935, NBC offered Thompson her own weekly radio show, allowing her to speak directly to tens of millions. The next year she began writing “On the Record,” a regular column with the New York Herald Tribune, that was syndicated to 150 other newspapers across the country, placing her opinions in front of millions more. She was eventually given a TIME magazine cover, where the accompanying profile called her and Eleanor Roosevelt “undoubtedly the most influential women in the U.S.”

Thompson leveraged all of these platforms to warn audiences about the dangers of totalitarianism—but not just in Europe. At home, she found cause for concern in the New Deal, with its wage- and price-setting, its massive public works projects and centralized power vested in the executive branch, all of which she feared could presage a slide into authoritarian rule. “What we are interested in is neither the dictatorial talents nor the dictatorial predilections of the President. We aren’t concerned with whether he wants too much power, but with whether he can get too much power.” In 1937, she testified before Congress about what she viewed as a slippery slope from consolidated federal control to fascism. “In country after country, under one slogan or another, the people are retreating from freedom,” Thompson told the Senate Judiciary Committee, “and voluntarily relinquishing liberty to force and authority.”

“Her point was this can happen anywhere,” University of London professor Sarah Churchwell told American Experience. “You have to strengthen your Democratic guardrails. You have to ensure that you don't let this happen to you because complacency is the enemy. And that is what she wrote about over and over and over again, banging the drum. Warning people, take this seriously. This isn’t a joke. And nobody is immune to it.” Thompson saw no conflict between her roles as a journalist and a staunch anti-fascist voice. “The function of journalism and a free press is not confined to the presentation of news,” she wrote. “Their function is to create continual debate, to provide a forum, to give opportunity for the expression of opinion.”

A promotional poster for the 1939 Bund rally in Madison Square Garden. Image courtesy of the National Museum of American Jewish Military History.

When it came to homegrown American Nazism, that expression involved significant personal risk. Thompson’s moment of direct action took place on February 20, 1939 at New York City’s Madison Square Garden. She was on her way to give a speech when she decided to join a convocation of 22,000 American Nazis hosted by the German American Bund, a pro-fascist organization with chapters across the country. The event had been planned to coincide with George Washington’s birthday, billed by the Bund as a “mass demonstration for true Americanism.”

Coverage in The Boston Globe the next day noted that the rally had “all the trappings of the spectacular mass assemblies familiar to Nazi Germany…Storm troopers strode the aisles. Military bands blared martial airs and German folk songs. Young and old Bund members paraded and drilled in the glare of blue spotlights. Arms snapped out in the Nazi salute.” The American flag hung side by side with the Nazi swastika and banners bearing messages such as “Stop Jewish Domination of Christian America.”

Thompson was seated in the front row of the press box, and during the evening’s speeches, began to laugh, loudly and disruptively. After being escorted out of the building by New York City police, she returned to her seat where she was surrounded by a dozen Bund stormtroopers. Thompson then proceeded to cause a second scene by shouting “bunk!” at the stage. “It may have been her finest moment,” wrote her biographer Peter Kurth, “the indelible dramatization of her promise to Hitler that she would not be muzzled by thugs.”

“I was amazed to see a duplicate of what I saw seven years ago in Germany,” she told a reporter after leaving the event. “Tonight I listened to words taken out of the mouth of Adolf Hitler.” It was precisely those words’ utterance at home that alarmed her most. She had spent a good part of her career watching how fascism could, improbable as it might first have seemed, sweep over a nation.

“No people ever recognize their dictator in advance,” Thompson wrote in a 1937 “On the Record” column, making the clearest case possible for constant vigilance. “He never stands for election on the platform of dictatorship. He always represents himself as the instrument for expressing the Incorporated National Will. When Americans think of dictators they always think of some foreign model. If anyone turned up here in a fur hat, boots and a grim look he would be recognized and shunned…But when our dictator turns up you can depend on it that he will be one of the boys, and he will stand for everything traditionally American.”

[newsbluster]

ICC World Cup 2023 Scandal: Zainab Abbas Speaks Out!

ICC World Cup 2023 Scandal: The buzzing excitement of the ICC World Cup 2023 took a surprising turn when Pakistani sports journalist Zainab Abbas found herself at the center of a social media storm. 🌪️ Zainab, known for her sports coverage prowess, landed in India to cover the much-awaited tournament, only to face unexpected challenges. 👀 The Deportation Drama Unraveled! 👀 The incident gained…

[qupritsuvwix]

48 libel suits

[masscomgirlie]

Since I was a little girl, I have always been the one that had to be tough, I had to be brave, I had to provide, I had to listen...I had no voice.

Being the oldest to a single mom of 5 who went to night school, and a father who struggled my entire life with severe drug and alcohol abuse, it was up to me from the age of 12 to be the leader of my home. Due to my mother being away a lot, my fathers neglect and constant battle that eventually took his life in front of my eyes...some pretty awful things happened to my siblings and I. These were different times, so authorities weren't really involved, you didn't go to "therapy" you just handled in in the home.

Unfortunately, how we handled those hard things in my home meant we don't talk about it. Push it deep down, fix your crown and move on. That mindset stuck with me subconsciously into adulthood. I have never had any form of counseling or therapy for the pain and harm I endured throughout my entire childhood and early adult life. I didn't realize it until I started this mass com and Jay Shetty life coaching program (yes, at the same time 🙃 everything is fine) and used myself as my first client, the healing that I truly needed...OUCH.

I made a promise to myself that before I am ready to take on clients or go out into the public eye as a journalist, I had to dig up all the uncomfortable parts of myself, the ugly truths, the ego, the self sabotage, the pain, the hurt, the abuse, the neglect, the people pleasing and putting on the "strong, I have it all together" face on that I have had to wear for the last 25+ years...well...am proud to say, I did it.

Through this process I haven't even recognized myself. Working the steps of this program was painful and transformative. I noticed myself saying MANY times throughout this experience "I don't know who I am" at first this felt scary to me, and that I was behind everyone. It made me feel ashamed and alone. I felt like everyone else had it all together and I was just the lost girl making a fool of herself in front of everyone in my RVC class and in the coaching calls. I finally had a voice and a safe place to vent.

It wasn't until I finished my finals, all the JSCS modules, and finally had a second to look back at my progress that I truly realized..I KNOW EXACTLY WHO I AM. The reason I was feeling that way is because I was genuinely and honestly doing the work. The HEART work...the hard work. The work that was inspiring my fellow RVC classmates and my JSCS cohort family to reach out to me to thank me for my vulnerability and share they too felt the same way, to be a person that is real and that is walking through the fire to get to the other side...freedom. I DID THAT. And I will be a compassionate, authentic, powerhouse journalist and coach because of it. I will never stop doing the HEART work...the hard work.

I am writing this to the person reading this right now that feels like they don't even recognize themselves anymore due to their transformation. The empath that wears their heart on their sleeve. The student in here that feels like they are "too much". You are NOT. You are exactly what the world needs. Keep looking in that mirror, keep killing that ego, keep showing up and taking accountability through out this process. If you are truly growing, it will hurt. Getting out of our comfort zone is SCARY, it takes real courage. Be PROUD of yourself for every tear, every truth and every moment you show up. You are not alone, and you are enough JUST as you are.

Cheers to you all, my fellow upcoming journalists, my JSCS family, and the leaders/professors (yea, I’m talking to you Mr. Wilson) of these programs who helped me reach this breakthrough, from the bottom of my heart...Thank you.

Here's to serving the world and bettering humanity. Freedom at last <3

xx - Annētta

[galleryyuhself]

GALLERYYUHSELF- We begin the year with sad news. May she rest in peace.

[yourdailyqueer]

Hiratsuka Raichō (deceased)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Lesbian

DOB: 10 February 1886  

RIP: 24 May 1971

Ethnicity: Japanese

Occupation: Feminist, activist, writer, journalist

Note: Had a relationship with Otake Kokichi

[otakusparkle]

Identity V Ashes Of Memories Part 2 Begin

Week 1

- After maintenance in November 2, Players can immediately follow Alice to the Kreiburg Race Course to continue the story

- After the maintenance, players will also received 10x Essences for season 29 Essence 1

- New season Essences

- New Character (Fool's Gold available in shop at November 9)

- New Map (Kreiburg Race Course)

- Exclusive mode

- Public Map

- New play mode (Horse race)

Week 2

Forest Of Sin - Rekindling Embers

1. The all-server cooperative battle mode "Darkwood Forest" has started, and players can cooperate in this play mode to fight against the hunter "Fool's Gold".

2. This mode is divided into four stages:

- Struggle

- Pain

- Madness

- Delusion.

The difficulty level gradually increases. As the difficulty level increases, unstable areas gradually increase on the Darkwood Forest map. And in the stage of delusion, it will continue to collapse, so try to avoid it wisely.

3. You can earn event coins by participating in this event.

>Note<

*If you clear the current stage, you can unlock the next stage; the stage of Delusion will be released at 10AM on November 10th, and players who have cleared the stage of madness can form a team and participate!

*In the [Struggle], [Pain], and [Crazy] stages, if 2 or more people escape, the game is considered cleared. On the other hand, to clear the [Delusion] stage, players needs to escape for 3 or more people.

*During this mode, Hunter "Fool's Gold" is AI and may use [Blink] or [Excitement] traits.

Team Rules

Players can recruit or form their own teams to take on ``Fool's Gold'' in the Forest of Sin. [Struggle] allows you to enter solo, and the system will match you with an AI companion. [Pain] [Insanity] [Delusion] requires participation in a team of 4 people, players can match up with random teammates or to form a team.

Banned Characters

In this mode, the use of Priestess and Thief is prohibited.

Bonuses

Collect coins from event and earn many bonuses

- Prospector S-Tier Costume

- Entomologist A-Tier Costume

- Fool's Gold A-Tier Accessories

- Icon and Frame

- Emote (Novelist, Journalist, Composer)

- Dishes (White Coffee, Stewed Eggs (Survivor), Fresh Mulberries (Hunter))

- Furniture

- Limited tag

[singeratlarge]

“If you don’t like the media, be the media…” SONG OF THE WEEK “Journalistic Girl”—This Kinks-influenced power pop tune is Part 2 of a song trilogy:

>Part 1: A teenaged female reporter collects guitar picks from her favorite bands while obsessively covering the music scene for the school paper. Meanwhile, her devoted boyfriend takes second place to her fanaticism. 

>Part 2 (this song): Years pass. She is now a successful globe-trotting star journalist. Her high school sweetheart has grown up with her, but their relationship has not grown with time. This saddens him but she’s too preoccupied to see it. 

>Part 3: She’s gone missing in a remote African war zone, and he takes it upon himself to brave the outback and find out what happened to her. A perilous mystery awaits…

This song first appeared on my YELLOW HOUSE album. Now remade, remodeled, and re-mastered (by Scott Francis) on my GRATEFUL CD.

#femalejournalist #femalereporter #media #journalist #femalebroadcaster #thekinks #raydavies #femmejournaliste #periodista #kvindeligjournalist #kvinnligjournalist #inaĵurnalisto #γυναίκαδημοσιογράφος #giornalistadonna #女性ジャーナリスト` #powerpop #poprock #singersongwriter #africa #amsterdam #music #johnnyjblair #singeratlarge #rio #teenreporter #schoolpaper #taperecorder

[robinsno1lesbian]

𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫!𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐱 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

editor nancy wheeler x journalist reader headcanons

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: working for nancy wheeler? absolutely. especially when your new boss likes to fuck you occasionally...

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1819

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content! (MDNI), implied cheating, fingering, oral, strap on, pet names, praise kink, overstimulation, semi-public sex, mention of spanking (once), dom!nancy wheeler, not beta read so errors are guaranteed (as always let me know if i missed anything :) )

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: currently experiencing nancy wheeler brainrot. (can you tell?)

from your very first day at your new job, nancy has an eye on you. 

she's always caring & gentle with you, encouraging you to bring up your ideas for future articles.

she's also extremely considerate of your ideas. and even though you don't immediately notice it, there is some favoritism going on (out of all of your coworkers, nancy definitely likes you best)

but it takes you quite some time to notice and to understand what she wants from you.

the first thing you do notice is the way she always seeks physical touch:

the way she leans against you from behind to read what you've written so far.

the way she places her slender fingers on your shoulder, tightening them over your skin...

but it doesn't bother you. not in the slightest.

you can't help yourself but lean back against her...ass pressed against her front. to push your shoulders further into her palms.

and you know that she knows

one day she is wearing a loose blouse.

your eyes immediately move down her body, to where the blouse is stuffed into the hem of a tight black skirt.

she would approach you with an extra sway of her hips, causing your heart to beat a mile a minute.

and, as if that didn't get you worked up yet, she leans over your desk to talk to you.

the blouse barely covers her as she hovers over you.

"meet me in my office after work"

and just like that, you spend the rest of your day with soaked panties and a heart that is racing in anticipation.

that is how you ended up bent over nancy's desk for the first time all while she's pounding into you from behind

"such a pretty pussy. take me so well"

every single day that follows at work is pure bliss

you never thought you'd end up in such a situation, especially not with your boss...but oh well...

nancy turns out to be the biggest tease

she's even touchier with you after that first incident: putting her hand on your thighs under your desk, rubbing your back while she praises you for your work

“oh i love how you phrased that..."

and then, lowering her voice while bringing her mouth to your ear...

“i think...yeah i think i'm gonna reward you for that later. would you like that?" 

she knows exactly how to make you want her, even in the most inconvenient times.

she will just call you into her office, ask you to close the door on your way in and then slam you against the wall.

and her touch is so different from anything you have ever known. her fingers are firm and confident as they flick over your clit.

nancy just knows exactly what she's doing.

giving head is something nancy is particularly passionate about.

she'll sit you down on her table, spread you wide open for her, and put her head between your thighs until you're a squirming mess for her.

and she enjoys it.

“fuck- god y/n- taste so good on my tongue. never tasted such a good pussy before god"

she'll appreciate it when you hold onto her head, pull and tug her hair to where you want her.

and she enjoys the sharp pain on her scalp when you're close to cumming and tug more harshly. it's the one weakness of hers you love to take advantage of.

nancy loves being possessive with you. you know you can't have her -not outside of the office at least- but when she fucks you, you're all hers.

you've seen the way she slips the ring off of her finger before you walk into her office. you've heard her on the phone with whoever is waiting for her at home.

you know this is wrong. but all doubts are out of the window when she's thrusting into you. telling you about the stressful day that she had and how she needs to have you.

and who are you to decline such a sweet offer?

you'd never tell but you love it when she gets like this. when she's stressed out or even angry after work and she is in need of some stress relief. 

that stress relief happens to be you.

she would pound her fingers into you until you're completely fucked out. 

she'd just go on about how terrible everything went, while her knuckles meet your cunt over and over again. 

nancy loves it when you ride her in her chair.

she would just sit and watch, sometimes hold your hands behind your back to restrict your movements all while you lose it on her strap.

"such a needy girl aren't you? you love it when i take you like this don't you? say it...say it!"

and, god, you will say it. in fact, you would do anything for nancy when she's this deep inside of you, fucking you better than anyone ever has.

you can't help but babble mindless nothings against her ear while she pounds into you.

but your begging and moaning only turns nancy on further, only motivates her to move her hips faster to meet yours over and over again.

"oh are you gonna cum pretty girl? are you gonna cum for me? yeah?"

her mocking tone drives you insane. you love it.

you're drooling all over her, your head against her neck as your vision blurs.

but nancy is relentless.

she won't stop until you come all around her strap.

and sometimes she won't stop after that either...sometimes nancy will fuck you through one orgasm after the other until you're nothing but a sobbing mess.

after you've come down from your height and nancy has moved her strap out of you, don't you dare think she's done with you.

"do you see that? see the mess you've made?"

she'll spread her legs, let you see the glistening dildo that is attached to her and stands between her thighs.

"clean it up"

and before you know it, you're on your knees for her, sucking her strap clean.

nancy loves to take you all over the office, late at night when your coworkers have left already...

over your desk; her body between your thighs, your leg wrapped around her hip and three of her fingers knuckle deep inside you. she loves watching your face when she makes you scream through the entire top floor in pleasure.

"that's it. that's right...god you sound so pretty when you scream for me..."

against the window of her office; with your body bent over while she's eating you out from behind, her hands set firmly on your ass.

she could lap on your throbbing cunt for hours, taking in every drip of arousal you can give her.

and she's not afraid to land some hard smacks on your ass, that never fail to make you whimper (the perfect combination of pain and pleasure) 

“oh such a dirty girl...bet you love it when i do that. don't you?" 

in the elevator; once the doors have closed behind you, and neither of you can wait until the safety of nightfall, she will press you up against the wall and shove her leg between your thighs.

"we don't have much time. you better make good use of it"

you are, by all means, your boss's personal fuck toy.

and, as humiliating as it might be, you love it.

you love it when she fucks you, hard and fast, when she makes you moan out her name, and when she makes you get on your knees for her.

"come on, let me use that pretty mouth of yours"

you would go down on nancy anytime, but it is quite a rare occasion.

when she does ask you to do so it fucking paradise.

she would hold you by the hair, rock her hips into your pretty face while her arousal drips down your chin.

"oh- oh god- right there y/n"

her soft moans ring in your ears.

“such a good girl, letting me fuck her tongue like this"

and when she comes, she does it loudly; her back arching in a beautiful bend, her mouth open, her juices flowing out of her.

on some days, nancy loves to watch you sit on the edge of her table while you're fucking yourself for her.

she simply leans back in her chair to enjoy the little show you're giving her.

you're throwing your head back, moaning -begging- for her to finally touch you.

but she's just sitting there, watching you through half-lidded eyes.

"look at me while you play with that pretty pussy of yours. does it feel good?"

of course it doesn't feel half as good as it does when she's fucking you but you're taking it nonetheless, rolling your hips against your fingers as if they weren't your own.

but just when you're about to cum, she asks you to stop. and if you can't, she'll get up and force your fingers out of your needy cunt.

"need me this bad don't you? that you're willing to make such a mess of your of your pretty fingers? such a dirty mess..."

when she finally plunges her own fingers into you, she’s picking up a fast pace while making you see stars.

and it doesn't end here.

it usually ends with her on her knees, making you gush all over her tongue with her fingers still buried inside of you.

one of nancy's favorite ways to make you cum is on her thigh though.

so that she can feel the wetness of your bare cunt against her slacks. 

she'll guide your hips against herself, helping you chase your orgasm while her mouth mumbles dirty things against your neck.

 "oh what a dirty slut you are. look at my pants...they were new too...can't believe you've made such a mess of them"

you will be left without another choice besides holding onto her black blazer for dear life, using it to hold your body upright. 

and when you finally get home from work, it all gets worse, your pussy aching for nancy's touch.

you fall asleep with your thighs rubbing together in anticipation of what's to come on the next day.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

comments & reblogs are always appreciated 🫶🏼

[endergirlplayz]

After valentines day sequel post : platonic shipping :D

See I got to it eventually:D

Anyway there is gonna be 1 big post instead of 3 small ones. I hope yall are chill with that. :3

(Warning for atrocious dialog, idk how to write thesse guys)

Tf2

Boots n bombs

They're rough housing don't mind them lol

Science party

I feel like they have some of the most messed up inside jokes. Also they probably gossip about there coworkers (I say this bc I read a fanfic where that was basically the premise and it stuck with me)

Pyro and engi (Texas toast? Is that the ship name?)

Pyro drew him and engi is so proud

Idv time!

Journalists novelist

Theyre childhood friends meeting for the first time in awhile:3 look how happy they are!

Joker and female dancer

If u dont know the idv lore, margarethas(female dancers) husband is abusive and when her husband is being awful she goes to see joker and he helps her feel better. I imagine them as close friends (at least b4 the incident )

Emma x Emily

Ok so two things abt this image 1. I think that Emma x Emily is platonic but very specifically belive that Emma has a tiny crush on Emily but Emily dosnt reciprocate. 2 I think Emma has a very high pain tolerance, and it stresses doctor out alot actually.

And finally ocs

Orenge 350 and blue312. Blues probably helping up orenge after a fight, abd orenge is lowkey still tryna throw hands

Pink 243 and blue 312

Pink and blue were absolutely study buddies in school

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Marguerite Higgins of the New York Herald Tribune receives the New York Newspaper Women's Club special citation as the outstanding woman reporter of the year, November 17, 1950. The citation commended Higgins for her reporting of the Korean conflict, for her courage under fire, and for her bravery in administering blood plasma to the wounded. Presenting it is Margaret Mara of the Brooklyn Eagle, president of the club, at the organization's Front Page Dinner Dance.

Photo: Marty Lederhandler for the AP

[ramp-it-up]

Playlist: Bucky Runs

Bucky runs CapTech. Bucky runs into you. What else can Bucky run?

Playlist: Chill, Buck

Bucky, who runs CapTech, ran into you. Now he can’t stop thinking about you even though you rejected him. Can you stop him from running through your mind?

Playlist: Fucking Bucky

Bucky’s seduction powers are on 100. Can you continue to resist him, or will you give in?

Playlist: Bucky Charms

Last night was… intense. But can Bucky reel you in for more than just sex? Or is he the one that’s going to get caught up?

Thank you @blackwidownat2814 @ysmmsy for the major heavy lifting on the playlists. Love you guys! 😘

[dejwrld]

no female rapper album has got me hyped and draw emotion from me more than that pink friday album. like i deadass spent my allowance money when i was younger to buy that album 😭