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heydisneyhiremeplease · 5 years

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what about the reader asking for help to his boyfriend (steve or bucky) for her project in college about wwii or something related

“What Do You Want to Know?”

Word count: 1,317

Warnings: None

Timeline: After Age of Ultron, before Civil War.

“Umm…hey, Steve?” you asked your boyfriend. You were a little nervous about what might happen if you actually went through with voicing your question. The two of you had been together for several months now, but you had never requested anything of him like this.

“Need something, doll?” came his reply as he strolled into the kitchen, where you were seated. For a moment, you were distracted. Ever since you had begun dating, his little nickname for you was one of your favorite things in the world. It made you think that it was possible for the two of you to settle down somewhere, someday, in a quiet little town with white picket fences and green grass and blue skies…far away from either of your haunting pasts. But that was a long ways away, and you both knew it.

You were superheroes, superheroes who had promised to serve and protect innocent people from anything that threatened them. That was why you had initially chosen not to go to college. You had gotten your powers accidentally over the summer after you graduated from high school. You had needed to earn extra money before going off to school in the fall, and so you signed up to test experimental drugs in exchange for payment. You had been taking the new medicine for only a week when you noticed strange things were beginning to happen.

You reported the side effects to the doctors, who immediately took you off the medicine. When the weird occurrences ceased shortly thereafter, you figured all was well and you went about looking for new ways to earn money, since the drug testing program would not take you back. However, it was only a month later when the side effects came back—with a vengeance. You hadn’t bothered to tell your family anything about the program, or when the symptoms had started the first time because you knew they’d disapprove. You were terrified of what they would say. But they were on your side, and all of you began researching the drug and looking up lawyers.

It wasn’t long before news of the strange set of circumstances that was your life made the national news, and that’s when Bruce Banner heard about you. He contacted you, wanting to help try to cure you, sympathizing with you because of his own experiment gone wrong, and Tony Stark promised to fund the effort. You couldn’t believe it. But upon your arrival at Stark Tower, where you witnessed a group of other “strange” individuals fighting and working together, you realized that the side effects weren’t something to be cured like a disease; they were a gift you could harness to help others. You joined the Avengers and began to work with the team as a protector of Earth.

By that point, you’d skipped a whole year of school, the time during which you would have been a freshman in college. So you decided not to worry about it. It wasn’t like you had wasted a year mooching off of your parents. You had gone through a seriously traumatic ordeal, only to come out on the other side better than ever. Your parents, who had always pushed you to attend college, were immensely proud despite your “gap year.”

But now, after some years had passed and you were quite used to your gifts, and had entered into a serious relationship with Steve, you were starting to think about practical things like white picket fences and college once more. You were in no hurry to quit the Avengers, but you did want to earn a degree. You knew it would make you more well-rounded, and perhaps you would find something to do that you really loved, outside of being a superhero. So, with some monetary aid from one Tony Stark, you enrolled in a few online classes. You were working on general education courses at the moment, all things that ended in “101.” You had just started your American history essay, which would be due in a couple weeks, and your instructions included finding a primary source on World War II. Now, your first inclination had been to look up some old interview, or autobiography, and take some quotes from that. But then it hit you: wasn’t the Steve Rogers the perfect source for a firsthand account of the second World War? You almost face-palmed when you thought of it.

But there was still one problem: you and Steve had never really talked about his life before he was recovered and revived in 2011. Would he be comfortable sharing it with you? After all, your relationship with him was no longer new. You had both revealed secrets about yourselves, and told the other one things you never thought you’d tell anyone. Wasn’t it time he allowed you into his head regarding his former life? But you didn’t want to upset him, either. You may have experienced some hardships in your time, but you had never taken a seventy-year-long nap, only to wake up and find that everything and everyone you knew was gone. How could you compare your problems to his?

But Steve loved you—he’d said as much before. Wouldn’t he do this to help you? You felt that you were sure to get a good grade if Captain America was one of your sources. Then again, was a good grade worth forcing Steve to dredge up such painful memories? No. It wasn’t. You couldn’t ask this of him. You wouldn’t.

“You okay?” he asked, and you jumped. You remembered suddenly that you had called his name a moment ago, but then your rampaging thoughts had prevented you from saying anything more. You wondered exactly how long you had sat there thinking. He seemed confused and a little worried.

“Yes, I’m fine. Of course I’m fine.” You gave an awkward smile, and immediately knew that he wasn’t going to allow you to escape without telling him what you wanted. He arched an eyebrow over a pair of eyes that you knew could see right through your scheme. He sat down at the table next to you, and you understood that he had planted himself there for the time being, as long as it was going to take.

You fought on, saying, “I’m sorry to bother you, really, I thought I would ask if you wanted to see a movie later, after I get this assignment finished.” you quickly filled in, remembering the way Natasha had taught you to lie convincingly. But it still wasn’t enough to get Steve off your back. He knew there was something else. “I could do this all day.” he reminded you, shaking his head.

You rolled your eyes and sighed. You had to go for it. What would he do, end the relationship and say he never wanted to see you again just because of one question? Steve was more understanding than that. You took a breath, preparing for the worst, and said, “Steve, I have a paper due for my American history class, and I’m supposed to find a primary source on World War II.” You knew he’d put the pieces together and understand what you wanted.

“Okay,” he shrugged. “What do you want to know?” You couldn’t believe it. There was a smile on his face. A smile! That perfect smile that you loved, the same one on his face the first time he ever called you “doll.” All your fears and worries…over a smile?

“Y-you’re okay with talking about it?” You stuttered. He nodded. “Well, yeah. I don’t like thinking about it, but it’s been years since I came out of the ice. I’ve got to come to terms with things. And you know I’d do anything for my best girl.” He reached across the table to take your hand, before the two of you went over the things you needed for your assignment.

Note: Instead of making the reader 18, I aged her up some. I’m pretty sure Steve is supposed to be 30, and I just thought it would be too weird. If the Avengers formed in 2012, and the reader arrived at Stark Tower for treatment later that year, and this imagine takes place right before Civil War, then she’s at least 22 when she first enrolls in college. That’s still a crazy age gap, but I really wanted it to work with the MCU timeline.

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locke-writes · 7 years

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Until The End Of Time

Author: locke-writes

Title: Until The End of Time

Song Fic: Love You ‘Til The End - The Pogues x Rafael Barba For: Anon

Rating: K/T (Pure fluff)

Word Count: 2,530

Warning: Brief Mentions of Abuse

AN: I had an idea after listening to the song and this was written

It was odd how two different people who lived in two different places could have had very similar childhoods. It was odd that two people who had the same struggles in life would meet in the same place. But that’s what had happened. That’s how you met Rafael Barba.

You were a scholarship kid, wanting to go to a top ivy league and somehow getting in. The money paid for school but nothing extra which is how you ended up taking a job in the library. It wasn’t difficult, sometimes you’d sit up front and check out books for students, or you’d be around re-shelving them. The late shifts were your favorite because there were less students and it allowed you to get some of your own homework done.

Rafael had been in the same history class as you your freshman year. Neither of you really needed it. He was more focused on law classes and you more focused your science classes. History was something you were decent in, you could memorize dates and remember names well enough but you weren’t that focused unless it came to papers. Or projects.

The final paper you had been assigned was a 15 page research paper on the topic of your choice so long as your professor approved it. Knowing that it would be easy for you to make interesting and something you had done reports on in the past, you decided to discuss the Pax Romana. You’d been bored and read a book on it in high school, quickly becoming fascinated with the time period. Rafael had chosen to do something slightly more challenging, the history of Central Park in relation to the American Civil War. Both topics had led to you being the last people in the library on nights when you were there.

With only a few days left until the end of the semester and until the paper was due you decided to strike up a conversation with the only person left. Having seen him around and knowing his name from your class you began questioning him about his other classes. It had been the first of many discussions about terrible teachers.

Over the summer you both called and wrote whenever you could get a chance. With jobs and the difference in timezones, you on the West coast and him on the East, it wasn’t always easy to talk to one another and some days you failed to get in contact but hearing his voice when you could made you smile. You looked forward to returning to Harvard and seeing him again.

When that day came Rafael immediately pulled you into a hug, the two of you grinning and laughing.

That was the year the two of you started dating. It was unexpected and you blamed, and thanked, your friends. You had fallen for Rafael over the summer but would never admit it to yourself nor to him. But your friends on the other hand noticed your feelings straight away. Halfway through your second year they made it clear to you that Rafael held similar feelings. Well, not so much as made it clear as continually tried to set the two of you up before he realized and finally asked you out on his own.

Your first date was on campus, coffee and then going over flashcards for one of his exams. He apologized profusely for not being able to take you on a ‘proper date’ but you brushed it off, telling him that just being with him was enough. Because it was.

Five months into dating he told you about his father. It had been a three day weekend, campus closed for a holiday but nothing to fly home for. Instead the two of you decided that you’d spend the day out in the city. Walking around at the end of the night he took your hand in his and spoke. You never interrupted, just listened, squeezing his hand tight when you knew he was struggling to get the words out. At the end of it all he had asked you what you thought of him now that you knew everything.

You told him that you would never see him any different because of what he’d been through and then, since he had opened up to you, you opened up to him. You told him about your childhood. You spoke about what you had faced. The hardships. Told him your entire life story and then asked him the same question. You asked him if he thought any different of you. He just pulled you to him and buried his face into your shoulder instead.

That was the day you fell in love with him. Or rather when you knew what you felt for him was love. He wasn’t horrified by what you had gone through. No. He understood and cared for you nonetheless.

Rafael would fall in love with you two weeks later when he cancelled on a date because he had to study for a test. Instead of accepting the cancellation you insisted on coming over to help him study. Neither of you had anticipated being up until early in the morning studying and when he went to go highlight and color code his notes you claimed you were just going to rest your eyes. When he turned back around to face you, you were asleep on his bed. He continued studying after covering you with a blanket.

He was the first to say the three words. It happened after a fight.

It wasn’t your first, you’d had little spats when the two of you were stressed. Nothing that would damage the relationship, they were always resolved as soon as possible. But you weren’t even quite sure what this fight was about anymore. All you knew was that you hadn’t seen him in a few days and that you needed to apologize if you didn’t want to lose him. Rafael had the same idea.

He’d caught you after you left your molecular biology class, you had your notes in your hand, focused on them and not the shouts of your name. It wasn’t until he was walking backwards in front of you that you’d stopped to look up at the sound. When you noticed it was him you opened your mouth to start apologizing but he beat you to it.

“I love you, and I was an asshole and I don’t want this one fight to be the end. And you can say whatever you want and you can call me whatever names you want but I don’t want to fight and honestly I have no idea why I was mad in the first place”

The apology was glossed over, you were more focused on the fact that he had just said I love you.

“Are you going to yell at me?” he asked you.

“You love me”

His eyes went wide as he had realized what he had admitted. Before he had a chance to try backtrack you were speaking again.

“Because if that’s what you said and if that’s how you feel that’s good. That’s really good because I love you too”

His lips were on yours immediately and you were smiling into the kiss although he pulled away to early for your liking.

“Wait so we’re good then”

You shook your head, grinning “Yes Raf, we’re good”

By the end of that second year you and Rafael had found an apartment and were working longer hours to afford the first few months rent. As soon as the semester was over you both had your things packed and moved in. The only thing you set up that first night was a mattress on the floor with some sheets and blankets. Boxes would wait in the morning.

His mother understood his reason for staying in Massachusetts and your parents weren’t pleased that you wouldn’t be coming home for the summer but they were glad you were happy.

Living together took some getting used to but you loved it. Rafael was never going to complain about waking up early and seeing you next to him. He swore he’d never take you for granted, swore to himself that he’d never be like his father.

Your junior year of college Rafael had made it a point to meet your parents. You figured it was only right as the two of you had been dating for about a year and a half. And you’d already met Lucia one weekend when he wanted to fly back home and surprise her for her birthday. The two of you had gotten along tremendously and you only hoped that the same would happen when he met your parents.

He was terrified that they wouldn’t like him. Mainly because he knew, and had known, that he was going to marry you one day. He just hoped that your family would like him.

They did.

Your senior year of college was when marriage began to be discussed. Rafael wanted to be with you he had said, he’d go where you wanted but wanted your input. It was then that you knew there was never going to be anyone else but him. The two of you were young but you promised that you would go with him to New York, you told him there was nowhere else you could see him but in New York. His mother was there, his grandmother. Everything he had known was in New York and you couldn’t ask him to abandon it.

He questioned your decision but you told him that your family would understand. You’d find a job in New York, you could get a job anywhere, you just wanted to be with him. Home was with him and that’s what mattered. He doubted you, telling you he’d go with you to the West Coast but you refused. In the end he pinkie promised that the two of you would go to New York after graduation.

It was for the best too because Rafael had applied for an internship at a private law firm in Manhattan and had been accepted. You’d applied for a few genetics research jobs in Manhattan as well, only one had gotten back to you and had decided to hire you after graduation.

Rafael proposed after graduation. The original plan was to wait a few more years, wait until you were settled in New York, steady jobs. Wait until everything made sense and you weren’t two kids straight out of college. But he couldn’t wait. Your family and his had come together to celebrate, he’d already asked for his abuelita’s ring and was gifted it to give to you. He didn’t want to wait. He made sure to tell you in his speech.

“I love you. You already know that. And I wasn’t going to do this yet even though we talked about it but I don’t wanna wait. I know that I want to be with you. I know that no matter what happens in life I want you by my side and I don’t want to wait any longer than I have to. So what do you say, you wanna get married?”

It was yes, of course. It was always going to be yes if it was Rafael that asked.

The wedding was a few months later, a few friends and both your families. Small and private, it was just what you wanted. The honeymoon was a few days at a small resort. It had been a surprise gift from your family after you let slip that you and Rafael had originally planned on skipping the honeymoon. Internships had turned into jobs and you wanted to remain in the good graces of your respective employers.

Time had since passed, Rafael was now and ADA and you were lead researcher at a company that had just started a few years back. There had already been a few breakthroughs since the company began.

Your relationship was strong. Fights on occasion, usually about how he overworked himself. And sometimes about how you overworked yourself but you were just as much in love as always. There had been difficulties, life happened on either side. The loss of his Abuelita. But you stood strong next to him when it was needed and he became your pillar of strength when it was needed.

Yes time had past but your love for one another hadn’t faded. No. And you doubted it would ever fade.

Especially not on a day like today. It couldn’t fade on your anniversary.

Rafael had texted you that he was on his way home and you smiled, tucking your phone back into your pocket and focusing on dishing out dinner. You’d pulled out a recipe Lucia had given you, one of Rafael’s favorite’s from when he was a child. There wasn’t much you had planned for your anniversary but even so you wanted to do something slightly special.

The door shutting alerted you to the fact that he was home and you grinned as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head before leaving to change out of his suit. He waltzed back into the kitchen in a pair of sweatpants and an old worn out t-shirt. You always enjoyed his fashion choices when at home, they contrasted greatly from how he dressed for work. You wondered if anyone at his office would ever believe it if you told them that Rafael ever dressed as he was.

He smiled at you, kissing you and wishing you a happy anniversary before taking his plate and sitting next to you at the table. The two of you began talking about your respective days, listening to him complain about the lack of evidence that the squad had presented. You ranted about meetings. It was just as how you wished it to be. Hearing him talk and seeing him smile. He loved seeing you happy and you loved seeing him happy.

Once dinner was finished and dishes put away Rafael dragged you to the couch. He grabbed a DVD from your shelves and placed it in before you could see the case. As the movie started up and you were wrapped in Rafael’s arms you grinned, recognizing the music and humming along. It had been a discovery early on that the two of you had shared a love of musicals, and Phantom of the Opera was a shared favorite.

You were content to just lay there, head on Rafael’s chest and his arms wrapped around you, watching the film adaption of your favorite musical. But your grin widened as you heard Rafael begin singing along to the song. You always loved when Rafael sang, you loved it even more now as he sang softly in your ear. Barely a whisper. His song choice, All I Ask Of You.

I’m here, nothing can harm you, my words will guard and guide you

You snuggled deeper into his chest, humming at the warmth surrounding you.

“I love you Rafi” you whispered.

He paused his singing, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head, “I love you too, cariño. Forever”

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itsiotrecords-blog · 7 years

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Ah, millennials… a generation that was raised on participation trophies, coddling and the constant reinforcement that they were special. Add this to the flourishing of the internet and social media, and the end result: the social justice warrior. There is great incentive to join the cult of social justice warriors. You get to express your ill-informed opinion and make a difference in the world at the click of a mouse with little to no risk. Thanks to the combination of your clever screen name and your anonymity software that diverts your Internet connection through 17 countries on three continents, no one will ever know who you really are. In the end, you will be able to fill that void and find real meaning in life. You will feel satisfied in the knowledge that you took up arms in the fight for a better world, something you’ll be able to tell your grandchildren about. In decades past, college students protested meaningful issues such as the Civil Rights Movement, the Vietnam War, and the proliferation of nuclear weapons, but over time, our country has become the safest and most prosperous as any point in history. Great progress in civil rights has led to a playing field so balanced that we were able to elect our first black president, we have finally pulled our troops from foreign battlefields, and our chief nuclear instigator, the Soviet Union, was dissolved decades ago. Millennials on college campuses are currently without a “Boogeyman” so they have turned to whatever is left to be offended about which brings us to our list of 15 of the Social Justice Warriors Most Cringe-worthy Moments.

#1 Social Justice Warriors Got This Man Elected President There were many reasons as to why Donald Trump was elected to the highest office of the land. The country was clamoring for a change from the establishment, Hillary Clinton was a flawed candidate who constantly played fast and loose with the facts and proved herself to be every part of that establishment that the country so disdained, and Trump spoke to a section of America that was simply fed up with the political correctness, identity politics, and liberal rhetoric that has engulfed the nation as a whole. Perhaps there is no group that encompasses said political correctness and identity politics more than social justice warriors. While these self-appointed saviors of our country flocked to YouTube to post endless videos that labeled anyone on the right who disagreed with them as nothing more than racist bigots, the right flocked to the voting booths, resulting in four years of a narcissistic, hate-mongering fascist otherwise known as “The Donald.”

#2 Thomas Jefferson Was A Racist Slave Owner Immediately after the Donald Trump presidential win, many of the liberal leaning college student bodies and faculties were in turmoil and disbelief that such a man could pull out the election. To help ease the pain, the president of the University of Virginia, Teresa Sullivan, used a quote from the principal author of the Declaration of Independence (and the founder of UVA), Thomas Jefferson that referenced the UVA student’s responsibility to “succeed to the government of our country, and to rule its future enmities, its friendships and fortunes.” But rather than the expected result of a calmer and more at peace UVA community, Sullivan was met with outrage for quoting Jefferson by the Social Justice Warrior students and professors who demanded that she refrain from quoting Jefferson because he was a racist slave owner.

#3 SJWs Attack Gay Director Of Boys Don’t Cry For the ultimate in irony, we arrive at the group of social justice warriors who attacked a director over her film, Boys Don’t Cry. This 1999 movie about a transgender teenager who was viciously murdered was ahead of its time in covering such a controversial subject matter. However, the social justice warriors of today still found a way to attack this groundbreaking effort by complaining that the film’s star, Hilary Swank, was not an actual transgender person. In a Q&A that took place after the screening, the Social Justice Warriors took aim at the project’s director Kimberly Peirce, who also happens to be gay, with insults such as “f*ck your transphobia” and “you don’t f*cking get it!” One enlightened SJWs even hung a sign at the director’s podium which read, “F*ck this cis white bitch.”

#4 University Of Chicago Shows Some Cajones For those of you who have lost sleep at night over this social justice warrior conundrum on college campuses, the University of Chicago sent out a letter to its incoming freshman that may be the first step in waking these delusional/entitled students the hell up. According to the Washington Post, the letter expressed the school’s commitment to freedom of expression and inquiry as well as encouraging its students to “speak, write, listen, challenge, and learn, without fear of censorship.” The message states, “Our commitment to academic freedom means that we do not support so called ‘trigger warnings,’ we do not cancel invited speakers because their topics might prove controversial, and we do not condone the creation of intellectual ‘safe spaces’ where individuals can retreat from ideas and perspectives at odds with their own.” There may be a light at the end of this cringe worthy social justice warrior tunnel after all.

#5 Hampshire College Removing The American Flag A group of Social Justice Warriors at Hampshire College in Massachusetts made the decision to burn the American flag two days after Trump won the election. While this act appears reprehensible, they were well within their right to do so. However, what got both military veterans and red-blooded Americans hot under the collar was the school’s decision to refuse to fly a new flag in its place. According to the college, they wanted to “facilitate much-needed dialogue on our campus about how to dismantle the bigotry that is prevalent in our society.” However, many felt that it was actually done as a protest of Trump’s election victory. In true social justice warrior fashion, the college stated that it did not “intend to cause offence to veterans, military families, or others for whom the flag represents service and sacrifice. We acted solely to facilitate much-needed dialogue on our campus about how to dismantle the bigotry that is prevalent in our society.” After failing miserably in their intended goal, Hampshire replaced the flag to its rightful place within a week.

#6 Melissa Click Screaming For Muscle There may not be a more perfect example of the social justice left losing touch with any sense of reality and fairness than Melissa Click’s infamous “scream for muscle.” During a protest against racial inequality by a social justice warrior group at the University of Missouri, Click confronted a video journalist who was filming the event, ordering him out of the area and screaming out for “muscle” to physically remove him. According to the New York Times, the professor was then joined by a group of students who proceeded to physically push the journalist while chanting, “Hey hey, ho ho, reporters have got to go.” Their actions showed the glaring hypocrisy of the social justice creed which argues for an all-inclusive society, as long as you are agree with them. Click was eventually fired over the incident.

#7 Yale And Halloween Costumes While I am not an expert on Halloween costumes, it is my understanding that they are supposed to be scary and a bit offensive. What is more fun than bumping around the neighborhood dressed as witches and vampires on the hunt for candy with your friends? As kids, we loved the idea of cowboys and Indians battling in the backyard, and it was just as cool to be the Indian as it was to be the cowboy. However, in the name of offence and cultural appropriation, today’s SJW is not having any of this, something that a couple of Yale university professors found out the hard way. Back in October of 2015, professors Erika Christakis and her husband, Nicholas Christakis drafted an email drafted to the student body where they expressed support for freedom of expression and a desire to have an open exchange of ideas about the issue of Halloween costumes. The response was both reprehensible and predictable as they were mercilessly attacked by the SJW crowd who demanded that they “resign or the university remove them from their positions.” They resigned a few months later.

#8 Alumni Cancel Donations Over Social Justice Warrior Protests The social justice warrior craze hasn’t gone unnoticed by the alumni of these universities who have figured out that the best way to handle the lack of an administrative backbone is to hit em where it hurts: the wallet. Alumni of many of the country’s top schools have been either withholding or outright refusing to make donations to their alma matters. Scott MacConnell, a graduate of the 1960 class at Amherst College, summed things up well with a letter to his alma matter accompanied by a generous $5.00 donation. According to the New York Times, he wrote, “As an alumnus of the college, I feel that I have been lied to, patronized and basically dismissed as an old, white bigot who is insensitive to the needs and feelings of the current college community.”

#9 Milo Yiannopoulos At DePaul University There is no greater firebrand against the SJW movement than the ultimate antagonizer and king of anti-political correctness, Milo Yiannopoulos. Milo has made a generous living traversing the sea of liberal college campuses with his alt-right message of conservative values and freedom of speech. He has been banned from a litany of institutions for his rhetoric by social justice warriors who spew rhetorical insults which include accusations of homophobia (Milo is openly gay by the way), bigotry, and racism. Things came to a head for Yiannopoulos during a May 2016 engagement at DePaul University. As he began his presentation, a pair of social justice warriors rushed the stage and began to verbally berate and physically intimidate him. At one point, one of the SJWs threw a punch that stopped a few inches from the Brit’s face. The speech was cut short and Milo was forced to flee the building. To add insult to injury, the president of DePaul, Dennis H. Holtschneider, was forced to resign his post for allowing Yiannopoulos to come to the college in the first place.

#10 Suey Park And Her Painful #CancelColbert Campaign No SJW list is complete without the mention of one of the movement’s earliest trailblazers, Suey Park. Park went after the Colbert Report for what she believed to be offensive language by host Stephen Colbert. She tweeted, “The Ching-Chong Ding-Dong Foundation for Sensitivity to Orientals has decided to call for #CancelColbert. Trend it.” Unfortunately for the confused Park, she misunderstood that Colbert’s words were said in the realm of sarcasm. In a subsequent television interview about this incident, Park doubled down with a litany of racist, sexist, and elitist remarks which put her in the crosshairs of her own social justice warrior society. After being doxxed, stalked, and receiving numerous death threats, Suey Park sheepishly disappeared from the social media world never to be seen or heard from again.

#11 NYU Professor Suspended Over Anti-PC Tweets In this current social justice warrior climate, no one should be more afraid than the very people charged with the daunting task of helping these sensitive little snowflakes develop the knowledge, and dare I say cajones, to succeed in the real world. Unfortunately, one New York University professor had to find this out the hard way. Under the Twitter handle “Deplorable NYU Professor,” Michael Rictenwald rallied against the SJW climate that was taking over the university with its safe spaces and trigger warnings. According to the Daily Caller, Rictenwald stated, “This stuff is producing a culture of hyper-vigilance, self-surveillance and panopticism … Identity politics on campus have made an infirmary of the whole, damn campus.” It didn’t take long for faculty and students to out Rictenwald as the “Deplorable NYU Professor” and in great SJW style, complain to the university and have him suspended. However, once the news broke and the university took heat on a national level, Rictenwald was quickly reinstated and promoted.

#12 Freedom Of Speech Is Important, As Long As It Is My Speech And No One Else’s One of the rather convenient aspects of the social justice warrior code is that free speech is important as long as it is SJW speech and no one else’s. If you are a twenty-something who is looking to make a difference in the world by pushing an identity politics agenda, for example, it is so much easier to do so by simply berating your opponent with hate speech and accusations of racism, sexism, homophobia, or any of the ever-increasing list of character assassination labels approved by the SJW community. It’s a simple premise really, as the minute that you tag your opponent with one of the above labels, you have successfully reduced him or her to an amoeba that you can have complete and utter control over. From that moment on, you can successfully retort any response with the claim,”that’s exactly what a racist would say” and your opponent is screwed…

#13 It’s Not He Or She, It’s “They” It appears that Amherst College just can’t get out of its own way in regards to its social justice warrior agenda. If burning the school’s American flag and then refusing to replace it wasn’t enough for this elitist, lefty institution, a member of their pedagogical staff stirred further controversy with the demand that she not be referred to as “she” but rather that she be referred to as “they.” Not wanting to state the obvious here that “she” is a singular person, and that “they” is a collective pronoun representing two or more people. The new director of the Women’s and Gender Centre who is making this outrageous demand is not only a woman, but “she” is also a singular person. What is also obvious is that “she” needs to learn the difference between singular and collective pronouns.

#14 Correcting Grammar Is Racist And Elitist Mona Chalabi, a writer for The Guardian, recently put out a video critical of “Grammar Snobs.” Taken at face value, the title elicits the idea that she will be discussing the people who go around correcting others who misuse the proper rules of grammar, and in the early parts of the video she is making a strong case that we shouldn’t be so concerned with the older grammar rules because, just like language, grammar is changing as we go along. However, Chalabi then goes full SJW when she states, “It doesn’t take much to see the power imbalance when it comes to grammar snobbery. The people pointing out the mistakes are more likely to be older, wealthier, whiter, or just plain academic than the people they’re treating with condescension. All too often, it’s a way to silence people, and that’s particularly offensive when it’s someone who might already be struggling to speak up.” Well done Ms. Chalabi.

#15 Ohio State Boots SJWs In April of this year, a group of social justice warriors stormed Ohio State University’s administration building demanding a meeting with the school’s president, Michael V. Drake. They wanted immediate access to the school’s budget and ordered that the university pull its financial investments from both Caterpillar and Hewlett Packard in response to the conflict between Israel and Palestine. However, rather than follow in the footsteps of other university presidents who immediately cowered to SJW demands, the president took a different approach. Drake sent someone from his staff to deliver the message that he will not be meeting with them, and that they were to leave the building within the hour or face arrest and possible expulsion from the university. When the SJW’s demanded an explanation, the staff member borrowed from the SJW playbook. He explained that the protesters were making the working staff of the building feel uncomfortable and threatened by the occupation, and because of this they were unable to do their jobs. The SJWs then slunk their way out of the facility.

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