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#DayWithoutLatinos march draws thousands of protesters to the streets of Milwaukee

  • Thousands of protesters packed the streets of Milwaukee Monday in what organizers dubbed a “day without Latinos” march, the AP reports.
  • Demonstrators closed their business, left their jobs and flooded the city’s south side to protest immigration crackdowns promised by Milwaukee County Sheriff David Clarke.
  • Clarke — a right-wing hardliner and vocal surrogate for Trump — said in a Facebook post Jan. 27 that he would partner with ICE officials to round up undocumented Wisconsinites.
  • Images from the protest show a large turnout, sending a clear message that Clarke’s policies face serious opposition. 
  • But dissidents remain at a disadvantage as long as Clarke is in office. And his next re-election bid isn’t until 2018. Read more (2/13/17 3:22 PM)

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In cities around America, thousands of construction companies, restaurants, and other businesses are bracing for “A Day Without Immigrants,” a combination boycott/strike that highlights the contributions of immigrants to U.S. business and culture.

The movement is a response to President Trump’s immigration agenda, which includes a pledge to seal the U.S. border with Mexico, and a travel ban on citizens of seven majority-Muslim countries (which is now on hold).

Some businesses are closing for the day; others are staying open and pledging to contribute a share of the day’s proceeds to non-profits that aid Latino communities. In a number of cases, business owners are abiding by their staffs’ wishes, after holding votes to decide whether to open.

‘A Day Without Immigrants’ Promises A National Strike Thursday

Photo: Spencer Platt/Getty Images

Wednesday, March 8 is International Women’s Day

“Women have been cut out of history, treated like property, and kept out of power. International Women’s Day celebrates women rising above the inequality that they have been handed. It also reminds us that we need to continue fighting. For black women, for Latina women, for native women, for Asian women, for Islamic women, for Jewish women, for LGBTQ+ women, for ALL women.” — Janet, 21-year-old DoSomething member, New York

What is A Day Without A Woman?

On International Women’s Day (Wednesday, March 8), women and their allies are joining in a one-day demonstration — A Day Without A Woman — to recognize how valuable women of all backgrounds are to our socioeconomic system and to call attention to the economic injustices women and gender oppressed people continue to face. According to the official site:

Anyone, anywhere, can join by making March 8th A Day Without a Woman, in one or all of the following ways:

  1. Women take the day off, from paid and unpaid labor
  2. Avoid shopping for one day (with exceptions for small, women- and minority-owned businesses)
  3. Wear RED, the color of the labor movement, in solidarity with A Day Without A Woman

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Activists Linda Sarsour, Tamika Mallory arrested at NYC’s A Day Without a Woman protest

  • Women’s March co-organizers Linda Sarsour and Tamika D. Mallory were arrested for protesting outside of Trump International Hotel in New York City on International Women’s Day, according to the Women’s March official Twitter page.
  • Sarsour and Mallory were marching toward the hotel, which is located in Columbus Circle, where they reportedly intended to form a human chain around the building. Read more (3/8/17 2:39 PM)
“Often times we hear about women's rights and women of color are left out. A lot of black women, Latina women, Asian women [and] gender-nonconforming people have been organizing, taking a stance and inserting themselves into this conversation we're having about women's rights.”

— Paula Muñoz, a 24-year-old organizer with the Service Employees International Union in Miramar, Florida

Meet 3 women who are striking against Trump in places where their voices often go unheard

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I’m debuting my new blog with a headcanon

  • look ok the Waynes don’t go to normal banks
  • what are they, poor?
  • but Jason does because he doesn’t have access to their money
  • I mean he is fucking dead
  • and fuck if he’s letting them give him any money
  • so Jason is in line at the bank
  • he looks like a normal guy, if a bit muscular
  • he goes by the name Todd Peters
  • bc he has a sense of humor gdi
  • and some guys in masks run in and shoot at the ceiling
  • they order everybody around
  • and the civilians “cower”
    • none of them are actually all that scared
    • they’re used to this ok
    • they deal with Scarecrow every other week ok they’re fine
    • they just figure this is easier than making a fuss
    • Jason’s pretty sure there’s only one bullet in that gun anyway
  • they start demanding the money
  • and Jason can’t just leave this bc he’s here
  • he might as well deal with it
  • so he stands and brings attention to himself
  • “hey!” he yells
  • they turn to him
  • and he just
  • he just fucking decks the closest one in the face
  • it’s a surprise bc nobody usually tries
  • he’s outnumbers like five to one
  • but he ducks their attacks and kicks their feet out from under them
  • and punches them all and basically just leaves them all black and blue
  • he ties them all up when he’s finished
    • bc of course he has fucking rope with him
    • why wouldn’t he
    • that’s a normal thing to have
    • (no it isn’t Jason what the fuck)
  • he couldn’t help but notice that as this was all happening
  • the civilians just quietly started making their withdrawals
  • the people at the desks thank him when they realized he was done
  • one person calls the cops
  • and then Jason realizes that there’s a camera in the bank
  • and he just makes his withdrawal and fucking books it
  • no doubt the bats will be seeing this footage soon
  • and he’s not about to deal with the police
  • he hides in a safehouse for a while in hopes that they don’t call
    • they do
    • bruce thanks him for leaving them alive
    • he doesn’t respond
A Day Without a Woman: What you need to know

The Women’s March on Washington galvanized women across the globe and gave voice to a rising political force on a history-making day. More than 2 million people took to the streets in Washington, D.C., and cities small and large on Jan. 21 to protest a new administration they fear will roll back civil, human and reproductive rights.

Will that voice thunder again?

On Wednesday, International Women’s Day, the organizers behind the January march are planning a showing of economic solidarity in walkouts, rallies and marches dubbed A Day Without a Woman.

Read more. 

(Photo: Kyle Grantham, The News Journal)

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Everything to know about the women’s strikes on International Women’s Day

  • International Women’s Day is on Wednesday, March 8, and worldwide, women are celebrating by doing absolutely nothing. 
  • Strikes highlighting gender inequality and labor reform have been called across the country and around the globe, along with smaller protests and actions, all under the dual umbrellas of International Women’s Strike and A Day Without a Woman.
  • International Women’s Day is a global celebration of women’s achievements that’s been around since 1908. 
  • Women have been striking on International Women’s Day since 1917, Ashley Bohrer, a co-organizer for International Women’s Strike U.S., said in a phone interview. 
  • The Women’s March on Washington organizers announced A Day Without a Woman in early February, on the heels of their national demonstration for human rights on Jan. 21, 2017. 
  • A Day Without a Woman rests on the intersectional feminism espoused by the Women’s March on Washington. 
  • The strike, however, is slightly different: Women are asked to refrain from doing any kind of labor — paid or unpaid, physical or emotional. 
  • Alternatively or in addition, people can show solidarity with striking women by wearing red and refusing to shop, unless they do so at women-owned or small, local businesses. Read more (3/8/17 6:09 AM)

Can’t miss a day of work? Here’s how you can still participate in the women’s strike.

  • Many folks just can’t afford to risk losing their jobs or to give up a day’s wages. Thankfully, there are ways to participate without staying away from work or school.
  • If possible, avoid spending any money 
    • The organizers of A Day Without a Woman acknowledge that not everyone can take part in the same way. One of the ways they suggest participating is to avoid shopping at stores or online for the duration of the day, with the exception of “small, women-owned and minority-owned businesses that support us.”
  • If you can avoid it, don’t do any housework either
    • Organizers of the International Women’s Strike suggest strike participants should “leave care and housework for the day,” if they can. 
    • Research has shown that, in straight couples, women are overwhelmingly expected to do stereotypical duties like childcare, cooking and laundry.
  • Wear red
    • Organizers of a Day Without a Woman and the U.S. branch of the International Women’s Strike are also asking people to participate in the day by wearing red, if they can. 
    • Red was chosen as the day’s official color because, according to A Day Without a Woman organizers, it symbolizes “revolutionary love and sacrifice” and “is the color of energy and action associated with our will to survive.”
  • Give a caregiver the day off
    • If you or your household employ any women as a caregiver, nanny, babysitter or housekeeper, give them Wednesday off.
  • Are you a male ally? Act like one
    • A Day Without a Woman organizers also provided a handy list of ways male allies can step up their game on Wednesday (or any day, really). Read more (3/8/17 6:11 AM)
Ten Years (Part 10)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,786

Warnings: language, fluff, confrontation

A/N: Tags are closed. This part was over 4K words long, so I split it into two. I’m sorry. Reader takes some steps to make everything right again, but Bucky Barnes is nowhere to be found.

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

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Dear Shameless writers,
Please don’t turn Shameless into ANOTHER disappointment for the LGBTQIA community. What I mean by that, is I can probably count the number of gay couples with a happy ending on one hand (I mean solidly happy not “ahhh well… THIS could have happened and it didn’t so it’s happy FOR an LGBTQIA storyline. I mean fucking walking off into the sunset happily fucking ever after endings that give us cavities). Meanwhile it’s a treat to see straight films and shows where the couple DOESN’T have a happy ending. Why? Because it’s realistic and refreshing after seeing a million examples where everything suddenly works out in the end. But you know which characters seldom have these kinds of endings? Basically any LGBTQIA couple in media ever.
Please give Ian and Mickey happily ever after endings (with each other if I’m not asking too much). So by that I mean not Trevor in Ian’s case. It’s not that I dislike Trevor, it’s that there is NO chemistry. Think Ruby Rose in season 3 of OITNB. Literally only there to cause conflict but without the chemistry goodies to back it up. Trevor is a Mickey distraction gone wrong. Though he has certainly opened discussions about Trans issues and gender identity as a whole, and I’ll forever appreciate that, the fact is to have Ian end up with Trevor would be a lie because Trevor is not the love of Ian’s life… Mickey is.
Mickey deserves better for reasons I could rattle off in another post, but the bottom line is they both deserve to be with the man who makes them strive to be better, do more, be more–to be with the one who makes them happy beyond anyone else ever could, who makes even the rainiest of days only partly cloudy if not completely sunny.
Please, please, please Shameless writers; do Noel Fisher and Cameron Monaghan justice, do Gallavich justice, give Ian and Mickey the ending they deserve, and finally, do the LGBTQIA community a huge solid and let us have ONE more happy ending to add to the painfully short list. Lots of gay people watched this show with hope after Mickey came out… and look where it got him. We need to see these happy endings especially now because they ARE POSSIBLE in real life, but there are still so many closeted gay people (like Mickey) who need to see that everything CAN turn out okay, if only for some comfort if not for a little encouragement to be open with who they are. I am not demanding, but requesting and pleading to PLEASE not do the LGBTQIA dirty and give us another fallen through pairing. Please give Gallavich the ending they deserve and let them walk off into their south side sunset. Oh, and please go ahead and tell us soon (like, now, please!) Whether or not Noel is coming back so we can finally prepare ourselves for full heartbreak if it turns out he isn’t. I know I’d still watch the show, and if Mickey is truly gone even just for the season, I would like some preparation.

Sincerely,
A hopeful Gallavich fan losing hope day by day without news.

Hey There Delilah

Anon: hi, do you take another song based scenario? i want to request jaehyun or johnny scenario based on plain white t’s - hi there delilah. thank you so much! :)

Genre: Nostalgia/ Long distance relationship/ Fluff

Jaehyun x Reader


New York City was always vibrant, buzzing with energy. People were always crowded on every street you turned no matter what time of the day. Being surrounded by so much energy tired you out. Before you knew it, you would be yearning for your soft bed and nothing else. The one thing you missed more than anything was him. His gentle voice as he sang you to sleep. His sleepy face and groggy face when you woke him up in your apartment. He would then pull you into his arms and hover on top of you. His innocent kisses turning into something else as his lips left yours and traced your skin around your neck and collarbones, leaving his marks there. You would comment on how he hasn’t brushed his teeth and he would laugh and kiss you even more. Your bed was never cold when he was there. The sky was a murky shade of grey from the large window of your small apartment. You had done various things to it to make seem more like ‘home’. But sometimes home isn’t four walls and a roof. Its two arms and a heartbeat. Your home lived in Korea, inside that suffocating dorm of his. You found your phone and stared at your desert-like inbox. He stopped texting a while ago. 

Leaving Jaehyun was heartbreaking. When you broke the news to him he smiled despite the pain. “That’s amazing!” He beamed. You only stared at him in dismay. “You’ll live in New York! You’ll make so many new friends!” His dimples were deep in his cheeks as his stupid smile took every single breath away from your lungs. 

“But we won’t see each other.” Your eyes flooded with tears and he shook his head, still beaming. 

“So what?” He said. “We can text, Facetime, Skype. I’ll probably even visit you!” You wondered how fine he was with everything. But inside he was dying. He went home that evening and just sat on his bed. His pillows still smelled like your floral perfume. His closet still held some of your clothes. He wondered if it will all be over when you left.

You both texted each other non stop. But then suddenly it became too much. You were too occupied with work and he was busy with his comebacks. He would rarely text you. Sometimes you would be mad at him for not texting at all and he would retaliate with telling you that it isn’t his fault he’s busy. It would result in you two distancing with time. Losing something so special would break him and you. Jaehyun wasn’t just your boyfriend, he was your happiness, your best friend, your strength. His days without you would go slow. The smallest things would annoy him for no reason. Not seeing any messages from you saddened him. He wanted to appear strong but when you would get mad him, he would get even more enraged. 

You sat on the couch, scattered pages spread in front of you, the laptop showing incomplete work. Every single second you spent there made you stressed. Everything was too much. Coming to New York at first was exciting, even with leaving Jaehyun behind. But being alone made you realise how dependent you were on him. You checked your phone again but it was still silent. A few notifications from here and there but nothing from Jaehyun.

A few weeks ago he sent a mixtape of all the songs he wrote for you in the mail. But he hasn’t done anything like lately. He might’ve moved on for all you knew. But he wouldn’t do something like that without telling you. At least you hoped he wouldn’t.

Jaehyun on the other hand was losing control. He didn’t want to text you first. He always did. He understood you were busy but he wanted to know if you still cared. It was getting too much for him. Days were passing by without any news from you. It worried him that you might’ve moved on. He hoped you didn’t. He finally opened his laptop and booked a flight to New York, not wanting to stay away any further. 

You were enraged because of the possibility of him moving on and finding someone else for himself. Your new coworkers were encouraging you to go on a blind date or at least go clubbing with them. You were too busy sulking over Jaehyun but now that you were agitated, you decided to go. Putting on a short sparkly dress, you went to the nearest club your friends could find. 

The place reeked of alcohol. You being a girl from a small town in Seoul weren’t used to all of this. People danced around you, sweaty bodies moving next to each other. The music blasted from somewhere around the club and the lights were vibrant and dazzling. you sat on the stool at the bar and ordered a Martini, going with the drink you were comfortable with. From the corner of the room you saw a boy, hair red and eyes blue, staring at you. You smiled and he took it as an invitation because he made his way over to you readily. You felt guilty for willingly attracting another man’s attention like this. But god knows what Jaehyun is doing right now. He could be fucking another girl. Setting the guilt aside, you let the boy chat you up. Before you know it, he was dragging you out of the club. He smelled like smoke and musk. You missed Jaehyun’s scent. It was clean and fresh. When you got to your apartment with the red haired boy, there was someone else there. 

Jaehyun sat there on your door, his bag sitting beside him. He stared at you with his innocent and loving eyes. He almost broke into a smile but then his eyes fell on the body behind you and how your hands held his. He eyed you, wearing a mini dress that showed off your curves and lipstick smudged. He slowly got up and stared at you, despondent. “Y/N, what is this?” He asked. You gulped having no idea what was happening around you. Instantly detaching your hands from him, you told him to leave. He gave you an angry look before storming off and calling you a slut. 

“Jaehyun,” you started but he cut you off. 

“I came here, all the way from home, to find you cheating on me?”

“Jae, let’s go inside and talk.” You pushed past him and fished for the keys in your pocket. He trailed in behind you, furious and red. Turning on the lights you faced him. “Jae,” you said, stepping closer to him. He took a step back. 

“You haven’t been calling and now this? Is this why you stopped talking to me? Because of that guy?” He looked heartbroken and tired. He had eye circles and his hair were a frizzy mess. 

“Jaehyun, it isn’t what you think it is. I thought you moved on and I thought that it was only right for me to-”

“Only right for you to do what? Fuck the first guy you found?” 

“No! Well, yes, I mean you haven’t been talking to me either and I just…I’m stupid okay?”

“How long has this thing been going on? Between you and him.” He had his hands on hips and eyes wild.

“We literally just met today Jaehyun.” You touched his arm but he pulled away. “Jae…”

“I am so disappointed in you. You’ve changed so much. You aren’t the Y/N I fell in love with.” His voice was full of fatigue. You wanted to hold him and have him reprimand you until he forgave you. 

“Baby…I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.” He stopped pulling back and you took your opportunity to pull him closer. “I’m so sorry.” Tears welled up in your eyes. You knew nothing you would say would be enough. “I love you so much and I got blinded for a bit, please forgive me.”

“I know things have been hard Y/N, but the fact that you have so little faith in me.”

“I’m a terrible person, I’m sorry.” He finally held me and pulled me close. I could inhale his scent. The arms I called home, the embrace that instantly made me feel better, the fragrance that was better than any scented candle. His presence alone made everything better. 

“You’re not a terrible person. You just don’t trust me enough.” You looked up and kissed his cheeks. Your lips found his and before you know it he was on top of you, assaulting your lips. You kept on apologising and he kept on kissing you. Suddenly, the small apartment didn’t seem so bad anymore.

iRobot (Jumin x MC)

One day you go missing, and Jumin’s life begins to fall into shambles.

Word Count: 911

I’m so sorry for the late upload! I’ve been busy all day, I’m sincerely sorry! Anyhow, thank you and have a lovely day! 

Lmao, I’m going to sleep for 20 years.

This is based on a song of the same name by Jon Bellion, the link is here

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You had left that day to just go pick something up, insisting you’d be fine and be back in a moment’s notice, the same familiar smile on your face as you told him goodbye. 

He should’ve gone with you.

Maybe you’d still be here. 

He had become worried as the hours began to pass, eventually finding the morning shift into the afternoon, and the afternoon morph into the evening. 

Eventually, he called and reported a missing person.

Yet he prayed with every fiber of his being that he was wrong. 

That in a moment you’d open the door, giving excuses and apologizing, peppering his face in his kisses to calm down.

You never did, however.

Your face was plastered on every format imaginable, the news not even passing a day without mentioning your absence.

It was a suspected kidnapping.

The very thing he adored most, the very epitome of his heart and soul, gone without a trace.

It was a field day for the press.

Yet an apocalypse for Jumin.

Soon, reporters and people came crawling at his door, asking questions of his sorrow and mourning.

And Jumin began to shut down.

The immense grief and concern wore him down to near nothing, his body weighed down like cinderblocks 

His heart felt as though it was being torn to shreds piece by piece, each day you were gone, his desperation only intensifying.

What if someone hurt you?

Were you lost?

Were you dead?

The idea left him at a complete and utter stopping point, his blood frozen and mind blank at the very possibility. 

It seemed his thoughts were drenched with you even more than usual, the memories of your beautiful heart and tender voice being the only thing keeping him breathing.

Yet days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. 

It seemed to be an endless cycle of despair. 

Until there was nothing even left of him but a hollow shell. 

For if you being beside him brought the spring, then you being gone brought a frozen tundra.

Outside he was cold and emotionless, his words constantly sharp and annoyed, where behind closed doors he was a mess, tearstains engraving his face for the night, recalling the days of endless joy with you.

Now the world seemed gray, the color being drained when you left your home. 

He was once a human.

Breathing and thinking, a heart swelling with love for you brighter and bigger than the very sun itself.

He had passion and desire, an ocean of soul and devotion because of you.

And while the love remained he became empty otherwise, his body a constant machine merely staying alive.

There was no more light.

Without you, there was nothing thoughtless and empty, numb to the pain.

Yet the love for you.

That was still there.

It was the only thing keeping him going.

He and the clocks began going in an equal motion, a constant ticking down of the clock, night and day both entirely different worlds.

Yet both completely and utterly gray and void.

What point even was there to enjoying the world about him, if he couldn’t share it with what was most precious to him?

You.

And yet when it all appeared to be too much, that he was nearing his end, he thought of you.

Your hearts would always be together, just as entwined as your hands once were.

You wouldn’t want him to disappear. 

You wouldn’t want him to leave this life.

Yet he couldn’t deny, some days his gaze lingered on his options.

But it always came back to you.

And your soothing words.

Everything came back to you.

However, one day, things changed.

He had woken up, his body heavier than skyscrapers as his lids opened, legs swinging over.

He didn’t even take off his wedding ring now, his fingers drifting over it, remembering your laughter and delight as you placed it onto his finger.

Did you still wear yours?

The thought remained as he got ready for the day, his eyes dull and face quietly contorted to that of anguish and vexation.

 He prepared to leave, staring out onto his countless photos and remnants of you, his heart aching with each memory drifting into his head.

Yet without these memories, he would’ve disappeared with you the second you were missing. 

His hand hung at the door, an imagination running in his head that nearly brought something like joy.

What if you were on the other side?

Eager to see him.

What a dream.

Yet as he opened the door, he was greeted by this dream.

And it was not his imagination.

The very thing that brought his world color, that left his heart erupting with adoration and joy he had never known, filling his days with laughter and smiles unlike every before.

The very thing more precious than all of the jewels and wealth in the world.

You.

You had found your way home.

You had found your way to him.