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Crying, Family, and Guns: Chwistopher @Loudwindow Concept: Pirates slay a monster mermaid to steal its treasure chest. Pirates open chest, finds a sleepy baby mermaid within. Monster mermaid was using the treasure chest as a cradle. Pirates: <p><a href="http://dragonsateyourtoast.tumblr.com/post/169373651900" class="tumblr_blog">dragonsateyourtoast</a>:</p><blockquote> <p><a href="http://otherwindow.tumblr.com/post/169340235270/otherwindow-this-is-how-the-golden-age-of-piracy" class="tumblr_blog">otherwindow</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://otherwindow.tumblr.com/post/169291615220/this-is-how-the-golden-age-of-piracy-ended" class="tumblr_blog">otherwindow</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>This is how the golden age of piracy ended.</p></blockquote> <figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="677" data-orig-width="1000"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/51eb1c65a8936859a4b9e9ed54eb60d9/tumblr_inline_p22tdbtzyD1qdd180_540.jpg" data-orig-height="677" data-orig-width="1000"/></figure><p>The first mermaid to get tattoos :)</p> </blockquote> <p>“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”</p> <p>“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.</p> <p>“we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.”</p> <p>“i know.”</p> <p>x</p> <p>“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”</p> <p>her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.</p> <p>“daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.</p> <p>“don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.</p> <p>x</p> <p>“father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?”</p> <p>“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”</p> <p>she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says.</p> <p>x</p> <p>“why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.</p> <p>“we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.”</p> <p>she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family.</p> <p>“it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.”</p> <p>x</p> <p>her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.”</p> <p>the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass.</p> <p>“why not?” the mermaid asks.</p> <p>“he’ll win,” the first mate says.</p> <p>the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.</p> <p>x</p> <p>the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.</p> <p>“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”</p> <p>x</p> <p>the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape.</p> <p>“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”</p> <p>they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.</p> <p>she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.</p> <p>the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.</p> <p>x</p> <p>she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.</p> <p>x</p> <p>“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.</p> <p>she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.</p> <p>“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”</p> <p>the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. </p> <p>“we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.</p> <p>“i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.</p> <p>“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”</p> <p>“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”</p> <p>“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”</p> <p>“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”</p> <p>x</p> <p>the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.</p> <p>“you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.</p> <p>the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.</p> <p>“they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.”</p> <p>“and now?”</p> <p>“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”</p> <p>the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”</p> </blockquote> <p>Yooooo</p>
Crying, Family, and Guns: Chwistopher
 @Loudwindow
 Concept: Pirates slay a monster mermaid
 to steal its treasure chest.
 Pirates open chest, finds a sleepy baby
 mermaid within.
 Monster mermaid was using the treasure
 chest as a cradle.
 Pirates:
<p><a href="http://dragonsateyourtoast.tumblr.com/post/169373651900" class="tumblr_blog">dragonsateyourtoast</a>:</p><blockquote>
<p><a href="http://otherwindow.tumblr.com/post/169340235270/otherwindow-this-is-how-the-golden-age-of-piracy" class="tumblr_blog">otherwindow</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><a href="http://otherwindow.tumblr.com/post/169291615220/this-is-how-the-golden-age-of-piracy-ended" class="tumblr_blog">otherwindow</a>:</p>
<blockquote><p>This is how the golden age of piracy ended.</p></blockquote>
<figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="677" data-orig-width="1000"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/51eb1c65a8936859a4b9e9ed54eb60d9/tumblr_inline_p22tdbtzyD1qdd180_540.jpg" data-orig-height="677" data-orig-width="1000"/></figure><p>The first mermaid to get tattoos :)</p>
</blockquote>

<p>“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”</p>
<p>“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.</p>
<p>“we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.”</p>
<p>“i know.”</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”</p>
<p>her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.</p>
<p>“daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.</p>
<p>“don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>“father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?”</p>
<p>“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”</p>
<p>she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says.</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>“why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.</p>
<p>“we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.”</p>
<p>she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family.</p>
<p>“it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.”</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.”</p>
<p>the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass.</p>
<p>“why not?” the mermaid asks.</p>
<p>“he’ll win,” the first mate says.</p>
<p>the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.</p>
<p>“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape.</p>
<p>“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”</p>
<p>they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.</p>
<p>she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.</p>
<p>the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.</p>
<p>she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.</p>
<p>“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”</p>
<p>the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. </p>
<p>“we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.</p>
<p>“i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.</p>
<p>“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”</p>
<p>“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”</p>
<p>“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”</p>
<p>“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”</p>
<p>x</p>
<p>the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.</p>
<p>“you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.</p>
<p>the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.</p>
<p>“they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.”</p>
<p>“and now?”</p>
<p>“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”</p>
<p>the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”</p>
</blockquote>

<p>Yooooo</p>

<p><a href="http://dragonsateyourtoast.tumblr.com/post/169373651900" class="tumblr_blog">dragonsateyourtoast</a>:</p><blockquote> <p><a href...

5 Am, Ass, and Bless Up: baby giraffe with his mouth full @Drsmashlove Ladies are the real MVPs. From the mamas getting up early to change diapers, to the working ladies making that money, to the ladies who do both - wake up, change a diaper, AND go make money while her man still schleep (I know more than a few of these ... good dick can take an otherwise down on his luck man far ... very far 🤗😂). But there is a special category of MVP I'd like to highlight today. She a soldier. Not like a soldier for real where she fighting in Iraq against ISIS but a solider of love. This is the woman whose man work the night shift. And she his booty call. So she up faithfully every morning at 5 am not to change a diaper or go to work (well, maybe she does those too), but rather to show up at dude's door and let his tired, weary ass, exhausted from hauling shit all night, knock that Punani out the frame after his shift so he can doze blissfully while the rest of the world wakes up 🤗. Now please note. This is a different MVP than the 3 am booty call. The 3 am booty call is also a tenacious species of woman. But she a lil wild too. She get it. She know her man was out and about doing what he do and she perfectly good with waiting for that Saturday night call so she can bat clean-up. She ain't everything on his mind, she just wanna be the last thing on his mind. Nah. Not the 5 am piece. The 5 am piece took a short nap, set alarms, showered. U feel me? She changed her entire schedule for dude. This is a lifestyle. This ain't a one off thing. She exemplifies dedication and devotion to the dick that is truly divine 😇. Shout to u 5 am ladies Bruh. In a sea of MVPs, your dedication shows no bounds. Bless up 😍😂😂😂
5 Am, Ass, and Bless Up: baby giraffe with his mouth full
 @Drsmashlove
Ladies are the real MVPs. From the mamas getting up early to change diapers, to the working ladies making that money, to the ladies who do both - wake up, change a diaper, AND go make money while her man still schleep (I know more than a few of these ... good dick can take an otherwise down on his luck man far ... very far 🤗😂). But there is a special category of MVP I'd like to highlight today. She a soldier. Not like a soldier for real where she fighting in Iraq against ISIS but a solider of love. This is the woman whose man work the night shift. And she his booty call. So she up faithfully every morning at 5 am not to change a diaper or go to work (well, maybe she does those too), but rather to show up at dude's door and let his tired, weary ass, exhausted from hauling shit all night, knock that Punani out the frame after his shift so he can doze blissfully while the rest of the world wakes up 🤗. Now please note. This is a different MVP than the 3 am booty call. The 3 am booty call is also a tenacious species of woman. But she a lil wild too. She get it. She know her man was out and about doing what he do and she perfectly good with waiting for that Saturday night call so she can bat clean-up. She ain't everything on his mind, she just wanna be the last thing on his mind. Nah. Not the 5 am piece. The 5 am piece took a short nap, set alarms, showered. U feel me? She changed her entire schedule for dude. This is a lifestyle. This ain't a one off thing. She exemplifies dedication and devotion to the dick that is truly divine 😇. Shout to u 5 am ladies Bruh. In a sea of MVPs, your dedication shows no bounds. Bless up 😍😂😂😂

Ladies are the real MVPs. From the mamas getting up early to change diapers, to the working ladies making that money, to the ladies who do b...

Adele, Books, and Bored: "I was rejected by my peers in my teenage years and ever since have tried to create an excessively feminine aesthetic to subvert from the fact that I feel fundamentally unlovable' STARTER PACK Is it a psychological disorder to listen to the same song multiple times for more than ten days? The Biggest Primark Haul rve Ever Done IZoella Why don't you download tinder then? MARIO BADESCU Because I want a REAL connection What are you on about 28 Secrets Former Emo Kids Won't all you do is shift random Tell You BuzzFeed lads in clubs MISSGUIDED https://www.buzzfeed.com secrets form 24 Sep 2014 You didn't really understand why you had to wear your studded belt m not SAD or anything l I haven't read a book in years with the buckle to the side, but just feel nothing at all uMapaix. Apr 16, 2014 FENG SHUI Igrew up with a real love of literature. My mum FOR MODERN LMNG buffer was a librarian and books were like food to me. Like oxygen. The hardest for me to read is fiction, /bnfo/ I just get too impatient and bored with it. Ihave a terrible 'skim reading' habit, where I can't be ADELE bothered slogging through the book, so I sort of 1, a person or thing that reduces a shock or ruin it by dipping in at random places and reading that forms a barrier between chunks, then kind of putting the plot together from incompatible or antagonistic people or that, skip to the end, done. pop up X Tamly and fronds can provido abutor might as well have just called this ' @distressed_memes starter pack ' cause that's basically all it is tbh :-
Adele, Books, and Bored: "I was rejected by my peers in my teenage years and ever
 since have tried to create an excessively feminine aesthetic
 to subvert from the fact that I feel fundamentally unlovable'
 STARTER PACK
 Is it a psychological
 disorder to listen to the
 same song multiple times
 for more than ten days?
 The Biggest Primark Haul rve Ever
 Done IZoella
 Why don't you download
 tinder then?
 MARIO
 BADESCU
 Because I want a REAL
 connection
 What are you on about
 28 Secrets Former Emo Kids Won't
 all you do is shift random
 Tell You BuzzFeed
 lads in clubs
 MISSGUIDED
 https://www.buzzfeed.com secrets form
 24 Sep 2014 You didn't really understand
 why you had to wear your studded belt
 m not SAD or anything l I haven't read a book in years
 with the buckle to the side, but
 just feel nothing at all
 uMapaix. Apr 16, 2014
 FENG SHUI
 Igrew up with a real love of literature. My mum
 FOR MODERN LMNG
 buffer
 was a librarian and books were like food to me.
 Like oxygen. The hardest for me to read is fiction,
 /bnfo/
 I just get too impatient and bored with it. Ihave a
 terrible 'skim reading' habit, where I can't be
 ADELE
 bothered slogging through the book, so I sort of
 1, a
 person or thing that reduces a shock or
 ruin it by dipping in at random places and reading
 that forms a barrier between
 chunks, then kind of putting the plot together from
 incompatible or antagonistic people or
 that, skip to the end, done.
 pop up X
 Tamly and fronds can provido abutor
might as well have just called this ' @distressed_memes starter pack ' cause that's basically all it is tbh :-

might as well have just called this ' @distressed_memes starter pack ' cause that's basically all it is tbh :-

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Memes, 🤖, and Gun: Couple Kill A Man And Snitch On Themselves on Facebook Live @baller alert Read more: www.balleralert.com Couple Kill A Man And Snitch On Themselves On Facebook Live - blogged by: @eleven8 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ (swipe for more) ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ A couple in Dallas is facing a lengthy jail sentence over their involvement in the fatal shooting of 19-year-old Drekeiston Alex last week. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ AshleyColeman, 27, and her boyfriend Hakeem Leprince Griffin-White, 17, are accused of murdering DrekeistonAlex as he walked through a parking lot in the 4800 block of Sunnyvale Street, near East Ledbetter Drive around 2:40 p.m. According to reports, White and Coleman approached Alex. An argument between White and Alex ensued. As Alex attempted to walk away, White pulled out a gun, shooting Alex in the middle of the street. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ White fled in a red Chrysler PT Cruiser driven by Coleman, who acted as the getaway driver. Alex was transported to Baylor Hospital where he was pronounced dead. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Ashley Coleman is an upcoming rapper in Dallas, TX who goes by the stage name MammeKash. She often boasts about being the Bonnie to her 17-year-old boyfriend’s Clyde. It’s that same bragging that landed both her and her boyfriend in jail. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ According to the police affidavit, a FacebookLive video showed Coleman and White “talking about shooting someone and … handling a firearm and ammunition.” They were also reportedly wearing the same clothes in the Facebook Live stream as the suspects in the surveillance footage of the shooting. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Officers found the PT Cruiser on Friday at an address provided by one of the witnesses who identified the vehicle as Coleman’s car. A U-Haul truck was also parked at the home. When police arrived, both vehicles drove away. The PT Cruiser got away, but police were able to stop the U-Haul driver who said he had been paid to help Coleman and White move. After staking out the home another day, police were able to apprehend Coleman after she attempted to flee again. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ In Facebook posts Friday, Coleman and White both denied their .....to read the rest log on to BallerAlert.com (clickable link on profile) logon readmore
Memes, 🤖, and Gun: Couple Kill A Man And Snitch On
 Themselves on Facebook Live
 @baller alert
 Read more: www.balleralert.com
Couple Kill A Man And Snitch On Themselves On Facebook Live - blogged by: @eleven8 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ (swipe for more) ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ A couple in Dallas is facing a lengthy jail sentence over their involvement in the fatal shooting of 19-year-old Drekeiston Alex last week. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ AshleyColeman, 27, and her boyfriend Hakeem Leprince Griffin-White, 17, are accused of murdering DrekeistonAlex as he walked through a parking lot in the 4800 block of Sunnyvale Street, near East Ledbetter Drive around 2:40 p.m. According to reports, White and Coleman approached Alex. An argument between White and Alex ensued. As Alex attempted to walk away, White pulled out a gun, shooting Alex in the middle of the street. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ White fled in a red Chrysler PT Cruiser driven by Coleman, who acted as the getaway driver. Alex was transported to Baylor Hospital where he was pronounced dead. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Ashley Coleman is an upcoming rapper in Dallas, TX who goes by the stage name MammeKash. She often boasts about being the Bonnie to her 17-year-old boyfriend’s Clyde. It’s that same bragging that landed both her and her boyfriend in jail. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ According to the police affidavit, a FacebookLive video showed Coleman and White “talking about shooting someone and … handling a firearm and ammunition.” They were also reportedly wearing the same clothes in the Facebook Live stream as the suspects in the surveillance footage of the shooting. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Officers found the PT Cruiser on Friday at an address provided by one of the witnesses who identified the vehicle as Coleman’s car. A U-Haul truck was also parked at the home. When police arrived, both vehicles drove away. The PT Cruiser got away, but police were able to stop the U-Haul driver who said he had been paid to help Coleman and White move. After staking out the home another day, police were able to apprehend Coleman after she attempted to flee again. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ In Facebook posts Friday, Coleman and White both denied their .....to read the rest log on to BallerAlert.com (clickable link on profile) logon readmore

Couple Kill A Man And Snitch On Themselves On Facebook Live - blogged by: @eleven8 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ (swipe for more) ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ A couple in Dallas i...

Bill Clinton, Climbing, and Jimmy Carter: The Obamas donate White House swing set to Washington shelter L 17th soulja 4 WASHINGTON — The swing set President Obama installed on the South Lawn for his young daughters eight years ago has a new home. The White House said Friday that the Obamas donated the set to a shelter in southeast Washington. The Obama family plans to visit the Jobs Have Priority Naylor Road Program on Monday and join residents for a service project in honor of Martin Luther King Jr. Day.The Obamas installed the cedar and North American Redwood swing set in March 2009, shortly after moving to the White House. The set has four swings, including a tire swing, a slide, a fort, a climbing wall and climbing ropes.Daughters Malia and Sasha — who at the time were ages 10 and 7, respectively — are now 18 and 15. Obama offered the swing set to President-elect Donald Trump, who has a 10-year-old son, Barron. But Trump declined the offer, the White House said, and a Trump representative confirmed.The swing set was hauled away from its location just outside the Oval Office last month, the White House said. Most of the families at the Jobs Have Priority shelter are headed by young African-American females, according to the website for the 28-apartment family shelter. The average family has two to three young children and many have at least one family member with a mental, developmental or physical disability.Presidents throughout the years have altered the landscape of the White House grounds to suit their recreational needs, or their children’s.James Buchanan added the first greenhouse in 1857. Theodore Roosevelt followed with a tennis court in 1903. Historical photos show two of Franklin D. Roosevelt’s grandchildren playing on a slide near a jungle gym on the South Lawn, and much later Caroline Kennedy pushing younger brother John F. Kennedy Jr. on a swing set, also on the South Lawn. Gerald Ford added an outdoor swimming pool, and Jimmy Carter’s daughter, Amy, had a treehouse. George H.W. Bush had tree-mounted swings installed for granddaughters Jenna and Barbara, and Bill Clinton, a jogger, installed a running track 17thsoulja BlackIG17th
Bill Clinton, Climbing, and Jimmy Carter: The Obamas donate White House
 swing set to Washington shelter
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WASHINGTON — The swing set President Obama installed on the South Lawn for his young daughters eight years ago has a new home. The White House said Friday that the Obamas donated the set to a shelter in southeast Washington. The Obama family plans to visit the Jobs Have Priority Naylor Road Program on Monday and join residents for a service project in honor of Martin Luther King Jr. Day.The Obamas installed the cedar and North American Redwood swing set in March 2009, shortly after moving to the White House. The set has four swings, including a tire swing, a slide, a fort, a climbing wall and climbing ropes.Daughters Malia and Sasha — who at the time were ages 10 and 7, respectively — are now 18 and 15. Obama offered the swing set to President-elect Donald Trump, who has a 10-year-old son, Barron. But Trump declined the offer, the White House said, and a Trump representative confirmed.The swing set was hauled away from its location just outside the Oval Office last month, the White House said. Most of the families at the Jobs Have Priority shelter are headed by young African-American females, according to the website for the 28-apartment family shelter. The average family has two to three young children and many have at least one family member with a mental, developmental or physical disability.Presidents throughout the years have altered the landscape of the White House grounds to suit their recreational needs, or their children’s.James Buchanan added the first greenhouse in 1857. Theodore Roosevelt followed with a tennis court in 1903. Historical photos show two of Franklin D. Roosevelt’s grandchildren playing on a slide near a jungle gym on the South Lawn, and much later Caroline Kennedy pushing younger brother John F. Kennedy Jr. on a swing set, also on the South Lawn. Gerald Ford added an outdoor swimming pool, and Jimmy Carter’s daughter, Amy, had a treehouse. George H.W. Bush had tree-mounted swings installed for granddaughters Jenna and Barbara, and Bill Clinton, a jogger, installed a running track 17thsoulja BlackIG17th

WASHINGTON — The swing set President Obama installed on the South Lawn for his young daughters eight years ago has a new home. The White Hou...

Another One, Another One, and Basketball: A young woman from Indianapolis took it upon herself to bring 300 cases of water to Flint, Michigan for the holidays A young woman from Indianapolis took it upon herself to bring 300 cases of water to Flint, Michigan for the holidays. 23-year-old ChelseaJohnson, says the idea to donate clean water came from reading the news online. “About two days before Thanksgiving I was on Facebook and I saw that Flint still doesn’t have clean water so it was my initial idea just to drive up there myself and I was like how can I capitalize on this? How can I make this a bigger deal?” Chelsea Johnson, founder of Forward for Flint said. As a mother of a 5-year-old, Johnson said the issue touched her personally. “I’m a mom. I have a young 5-year-old, so I can’t imagine trying to prepare for Christmas dinner or live daily without the water you need,” Johnson told WTHR. She turned to social media in order to ask for donations and it caught on like wildfire. “We went from maybe an 18 seat van to maybe two vans. Now we need a U-Haul,” said Juanette Hadnott, another one of the organizers. Forward for Flint made their last push for the donation on Friday. They parked their truck just outside a charity basketball game and asked anyone coming to the game to bring a case of water to donate. The group and those who have donated to it say it feels good to help others out during the holiday season. They drove the water to Flint themselves on Saturday so that people would have clean water for Christmas. Members of the Flint Muslim Food Pantry thanked the group personally online. “Today at the Flint Muslim Food Pantry we were so blessed to have a group of amazing individuals come all the way from Indianapolis, Indiana to deliver water to the residents of Flint,” wrote Isra Daraiseh on Facebook. “You are angels and we were all grateful for meeting you today.” 17thsoulja BlackIG17th
Another One, Another One, and Basketball: A young woman from Indianapolis took it
 upon herself to bring 300 cases of water
 to Flint, Michigan for the holidays
A young woman from Indianapolis took it upon herself to bring 300 cases of water to Flint, Michigan for the holidays. 23-year-old ChelseaJohnson, says the idea to donate clean water came from reading the news online. “About two days before Thanksgiving I was on Facebook and I saw that Flint still doesn’t have clean water so it was my initial idea just to drive up there myself and I was like how can I capitalize on this? How can I make this a bigger deal?” Chelsea Johnson, founder of Forward for Flint said. As a mother of a 5-year-old, Johnson said the issue touched her personally. “I’m a mom. I have a young 5-year-old, so I can’t imagine trying to prepare for Christmas dinner or live daily without the water you need,” Johnson told WTHR. She turned to social media in order to ask for donations and it caught on like wildfire. “We went from maybe an 18 seat van to maybe two vans. Now we need a U-Haul,” said Juanette Hadnott, another one of the organizers. Forward for Flint made their last push for the donation on Friday. They parked their truck just outside a charity basketball game and asked anyone coming to the game to bring a case of water to donate. The group and those who have donated to it say it feels good to help others out during the holiday season. They drove the water to Flint themselves on Saturday so that people would have clean water for Christmas. Members of the Flint Muslim Food Pantry thanked the group personally online. “Today at the Flint Muslim Food Pantry we were so blessed to have a group of amazing individuals come all the way from Indianapolis, Indiana to deliver water to the residents of Flint,” wrote Isra Daraiseh on Facebook. “You are angels and we were all grateful for meeting you today.” 17thsoulja BlackIG17th

A young woman from Indianapolis took it upon herself to bring 300 cases of water to Flint, Michigan for the holidays. 23-year-old ChelseaJoh...