Remember the Alt-Left Antifa extremist, who attacked an innocent bystander with a bike lock at the Berkeley riots? He got tracked down, and charged with assault etc. as he should be. Anyway, look at this pathetic plea he uploaded recently.
He hit an innocent person with a bike lock cracking their head open, all for his stupid political LARPing, and he has the nerve to try and act the victim still? Christ.
Here it is:
“My name is Eric. I’m currently facing years of prison time as the result of accusations made in the most shockingly hateful parts of the internet. On April 19th I began being targeted by a dedicated swarm of internet trolls known for spewing racism, xenophobia, and misogyny onto the web. Suddenly a hit piece by Milo Yiannopolis caused the targeting to go viral. Several old social media photos were posted, online accounts hacked, addresses published, hundred of calls to my employers, and countless threats of physical violence made against me, my coworkers, friends and many others. This harassment campaign is where the accusations against me originated.
Dealing with an unintelligible internet force smearing and threatening me online was not easy, and created stress to say the least, but I had every expectation that very few people would take them seriously, especially considering the character and credibility of their sources. However, five weeks later the Berkeley police smashed into two houses, held guns to peoples’ heads, handcuffed, verbally abused, and stole the belongings of over a dozen people including books and zines.
All of this after my attorney Dan Siegel had reached out to Berkeley police on my behalf, and all on the basis of an ‘investigation’ that largely involved detectives reading far right forum posts and studying unverified youtube videos. When I was interviewed at the police station detective Hong had the nerve to say to me, “the internet did the work for us.” My case threatens to set a new standard in which right wing extremists can select targets for repression and have police enthusiastically and forcefully pursue them”
Now that you've mentioned Keith's bike I'm curious about where it may have come from. Another memento of his mom? Something that the people who brought Blue to Earth left behind?
Believe it or not someone was just talking to me about this. Credit to dhaarijmens who I… cannot @ for some reason, for this screengrab:
So the poster up behind Hunk’s head, at a glance, would seem to be an advertisement for the bike. Oh, mystery solved, it’s normal Earth technology and Pidge just had coincidentally never seen anything like it before. Pidge… the… science enthusiast. Hm.
We’ve all seen the jokes about the “team mom” and “team dad”. Here’s just one take on it.
“I am not certain what the two of you hoped to accomplish with this.” Medic shook his head as he flipped the switch of the infirmary’s Medi-gun. “No matter how often Soldier insists upon it, man is not capable of unassisted flight.”
“And no, a pair of fabric wings attached to a bicycle does not qualify for assisted flight.” He added as Pyro sheepishly set down the smashed remnants of what looked to be dragon wings made from a pair of standard Mann Co. issued blankets.
Scout harrumphed from the gurney he’d been wheeled in on as he watched his femur slowly retract back into his leg under the pale light of the Medi-gun’s beam. “I donno. I think we almost had it that time. I almost cleared the electric perimeter fence!”
“And you are lucky you decided to take off from my infirmary roof. Respawn is not on right now. If I had not heard the crash…”
“Aw, Doc, it ain’t that ba-YEOW!”
“It is not that bad?” Medic’s eyebrow arched behind his glasses as he shoved the wayward femur back in the rest of the way. “I did not sign on to this assignment to play nursemaid to children.”
Kieth and Lance low key competing over badass pilot! reader
A/N:You got it!
“Hey, (Name).” Lance called to you, which you were having a short chat with Allura. You excused yourself to meet up with the Blue Paladin.
It was another day for Team Voltron to train themselves, this time. It’s to become one with the Lions. Since Shiro has mastered in, he will guide them. Another day for Lance and Keith to show off their skills to you.
Short story; both of them like you but the both of them have to compete with each other to gain your attention and such. It all started from the Garrison, right before Keith got dropped out. You were the one who always give him constant support and being the good friend you are, you always chat with him.
Lance’s side of the story, you were the number one top pilot in the Garrison. You did a few tight and near death formation whenever you fly the ship. He was in awe with your beauty. He try to flirt with you but he can’t. The Senior Officers had taken a liking to you. Sometimes, he always saw you chatting with Pidge. Since then, he will ask Pidge for help when he wants to talk to you.
Back to the present day, both of them realised they like you and they will try their best to make you to love them.
“What is it, Lance?” You placed both hands on your hips, awaiting for Lance to reply.
“Check this out.” Lance flew his Lion towards the sky and did some somersaults. It was impressive, and at the same time, Keith was watching the whole ordeal. He won’t get defeated by Lance.
So Keith did his own tricks in the air. Lance saw it and headbutt the Red Lion. Shiro, who was guiding Pidge and Hunk, glanced to them. He sighed before scolding them over the comms. “Guys, please focus.”
“He started it.” Lance said.
“No, it was you.” Keith shot back.
“Break it up, the both of you.” This time, it was you who scold them. “Just concentrate becoming one with your Lions.” You pinched the bridge of your nose.
“Your highness, I’m going to fly around for a few ticks. Hope you don’t mind.” You build your precious bike/ ship. With the help of Pidge and Hunk. You wanted to test it and seeing the boys playing in the skies with their Lions, you try to get away for once.
She nodded her head. “Certainly, (Name).”
Coran peered over her shoulder. “Be safe, (Name).” He said as you put on your googles. You reply them with a thumbs up.
You activated the bike and speed away. Thanks to Pidge, you can talk to her with the private comms that she installed.
“How is it?” Pidge asked. Wondering did it break down and work smoothly.
“It works great, Pidge.” You were enjoying the speed. You remember your own tricsk and applied them to your bike. “Thanks for the assist.”
“No problem.” Pidge laughed. “Oh, Lance and Keith are wondering where are you.”
You smirked. “Tell them, in the skies.” You added speed onto the bike, who roars like a lion. You were heading towards the sky. The bike automatically activated the wings and some additional jet parts.
“Pidge, have you seen (Name)?” The Red Paladin asked the Green Paladin. They were taking a break. Shiro was chatting with Hunk and Coran.
Lance did a stretch as he comes out from his Lion. “Where is (Name)?”
Pidge adjusted her glasses before gesturing towards the sky. Both of them shared a look then look upwards.
They were in awe. Watching you, soaring the sky with your bike. Every maneuver you do, it was beautiful and graceful. The twist and turn, not a single flaw was detected. Every time you fly, it was perfection. Well, to Keith and Lance.
You decided to do something. You jumped off from the bike and fall. Your bike was following your lead. As you fall, you were getting close to the ground. Shiro and the rest knows what you were doing, except for Keith and Lance. You could see the fear that was all over their face.
You opened your eyes and spread your arms outwards, you positioned your feet to the ground. The bike managed to catch you. It slowed down and hover above the ground.
“How was that for being a show off?” You got down from your bike. Smirking as you took off your helmet. To add more, you ruffled your hair. “Hm, Keith, Lance?”
They were speechless. Your skills are on a higher league. It was like the same league as Shiro.
BTS reacts to you waking up crying over a silly dream
Hiyaa snoopy ! ^^
Aaaaawh that’s kind of sad though :(. How dare that child to steal your turtle and put in the blender :o Luckily it was all a dream though and your plushie is fine. jeeeeeej! I once cried because we couldn’t take our dog on vacation and we always take our dog and so when I woke up I cuddled the heck out of him.
Anyways I hope you like it and I will send positive vibes your way to keep the bad dreams away. Sorry for the long wait though!
(It’s the day today! about 2 hours left until the bbma’s begin. I can’t watch it though because I will be asleep and I love my sleep. I will probably will get overwhelmed with the feels in the morning. Not probably, I am sure I will. Let’s cheer them on and show them lots of love. But the most important is that they will have fun right? :)
‘’You really dreamt that?’’ Seokjin asked in shock. ‘’And that’s why you were crying?’’ He asked again this time a little louder. You nodded your head fast, still not believing it was a dream because to you it felt so real. ‘’Ah y/n.. why?! I need my beauty sleep and you’re here crying over an ice cream that fell on the ground after you tried to eat it! AND it wasn’t even real.’’ Seokjin whined, throwing his back on the matress, pulling the sheets further over his body, turned out the light on his night stand and tried to get back to sleep, murmuring you ruined his beauty sleep. You just blinked at him, eyes adjusting to the dark again as you asked:
‘‘Can we get some ice cream?’‘
We all know you shouldn’t wake him up for someting so silly and especially after you got him concerned.
“I told you it felt so real. Byun Baekhyun just totally ignored me when I visited you. He just walked past me and didn’t even gave me a freaking glance after I greeted him. Politely may I add plus I flashed him my brightest smile and he just… just walked past me. Can you believe that?’‘ you told him, still in disbelief about what happened. Focusing your gaze on Yoongi, you immediately looked the other way, biting your lip in fear when you felt the irritation radiating from his body. ‘‘But you know who cares. As long as my sweet, kind, talented and very handsome boyfriend will greet me than I am the happiest woman in the world. Yup I don’t care at all. Pffff who cries about someone ignoring you? Not me. No I wouldn’t’‘ You quickly added, laughing nervously. ‘‘Now sleep tight sweetheart! Love you.’‘ after that you lay back down on your side, your back facing Yoongi as you beat yourself up in your mind.
‘‘She is unbelievable.’‘ you heard Yoongi whisper, nestling himself under the covers again as he threw an arm over your middle. ‘‘She is lucky, I love her.’‘ ‘‘Why would she even cry over Baekhyun- sunbeanim? What’s so special about him.’‘ he scoffed softly, complaining about you and him until he fell asleep,
With his eyes half closed as he still was sleepy, he shook his head trying to process the information you send his way. You were still wiping away the tears but felt glad to know it was only a dream, thanks to Hoseok who woke you up. ‘’So let me get this straight.’’ Hoseok began, holding his hand up, telling you not to talk while the wheels in his mind were still running. ‘’You were crying because you…’’ he continued slowly, pointing a finger at you. ‘’ you had to eat the food that Taehyung and Namjoon had made for you.’’ he finished, dropping his hands in the act. You hummed in agreement as you began to feel a bit stupid for crying. ‘’Oh my gosh babe… ‘’ he said, bursting out in laughter when he repeated the words you had told him. ‘’That’s to funny! I totally understand you know!’’ He wheezed, holding his tummy because it began to hurt. Throwing yourself against him, you joined him with laughing finding it hilarious too. Hoseok was totally going to mention this to the guys because it was too funny to let it pass.
(I am not saying Taehyung and Namjoon are bad chefs but.. you know.. you know.)
Namjoon slowly awoke when he felt something on his face and when he finally was awake enough he realized you were hitting him with your sheep plushie while yelling he needed to be gone. Grabbing your hand to stop you from hittnig him, he shook you awake, whispering your name as he did so. ‘’You know my name!? No, no how the heck can you be this huge! And why can you talk?’’ you screamed, violenty shaking your arms. ‘’Y/n wake up!’’ he too yelled, flicking you on the forehead and that seemed to do the trick when you shot your eyes open. ‘’Whoa’’ was the only thing you said as you looked at Namjoon who was rubbing his forehead where you had hit him. ‘’What the heck was that about sweets? What made you cry?’’ he worriedly asked you. You looked down at the sheep in your hands and looked up again took a deep breath and told him your dream. You told him when you opened the door when you heard a knock, a giant and you meant a giant sheep was standing behind it. You had to lay your head in your neck to look at his face and when he began to talk you totally freaked out.
‘‘I am serious Namjoon. It’s scary to see a freaking huge sheep standing infront of your head and who can talk may I add.’‘ You pouted, crossing your arms over you chest when he didn’t believe you.
‘‘I guess you need to stop sleeping with that plushie since it will send you giant sheeps who can talk to your dreams.’‘ Namjoon snorted, plucking the stuff toy from your hands, throwing it on the foot of the bed before ruffling your hair and giving you a peck on your still pouting lips.
‘‘I turned into a spider and I followed you everywhere, crawled ontop of you whenever I could? Aaawh baby that’s really cute and weird’’ he laughed, pulling you closer to him, pinched your cheeks as he found it kind of cute that you dreamt about it. “It’s not cute” you voiced out angry as you slapped his hands away and scooted away from him. After the laughing beside you died down, you closed your eyes, ready for sleep again when you suddenly felt something crawling and tickling on yoir skin. Hearing Jimin gasp and stuttered out the word spider, you freaked out. But when you’re hand made contact with fingers, you snapped. With one good solid push from your foot, you had kicked him out of the bed, telling him he wasn’t allowed to come back in bed anymore while mumbling ‘ass’
But now he was pouting while sitting on the hard bedroom floor, banned from the bed.
He was holding you, caressing your cheek with his thumb as you were finally calming down. Taehyung didn’t know what came over him when he heard soft little whimpers in the room. At first he thought he was hearing things since he wasn’t fully awake yet but when those little whimpers turned into loud sobs, he sat up on the bed in a flash, looking down at you, confirming he had heard it correctly.
Now you had calmed down, you told him how your bicycle suddenly got wings and flew away with you still sitting on it. Knowing you were afraid of heights he tried to hold back his laughter when he pictured what happened. Imagining you riding your bicycle when out of the blue wings appeared. Burying his head in your hair he was trying so hard to not burst out in laughter where as you were still a bit shaky.
after he put you back to sleep, he laughed as soundless as he could still picturing the bike with wings.
‘‘Like seriously, I shit you not Jungkook.’‘ you clapped in your hands for the extra effect. ‘‘I seriously dreamed that the microphones were chasing you all while screaming how you would liked if they spat or breathed in your face. Oh and… how you would like it if they would throw you guys in the air and just not catch you. You had to see their teeth and little angry grabbing hands.’‘ you shivered remembering the dream as you moved your fingers in the way they did in your dream
He just look at you dumbfounded, your words not really coming through. Jungkook scracted his head and just blinked at you. Still staring he just patted your leg before his eyes flutter close again.
Rolling your eyes, you nestled your way back under the blanket, tucked the sheet a bit higher so Jungkook wouldn’t be too cold tonight and scooted towards him, cuddling while sleeping. It was beyond belief how Jungkook was so out of it when he sleeps, it was a miracle when he woke up from your crying though.
“Well,” you said as you ruffled your wings, “I never really needed to know.”
“Everyone needs to know how to ride a bike. My house. 6:30. This Saturday.”
“Eh, but Shin-chan.”
“You don’t get to object to this, (Last Name).”
So here you are, in front of Shinsou Hitoshi’s house, balanced on one of his bikes. Your wings flutter nervously. The only good thing about this situation is Shinsou’s hand on your lower back as the other steadied the handles. Every time you try to place your feet on the pedals, the bike titters anxiously. You open your wings as a reflex, blushing when you see Shinsou spitting out feathers.
“Shin-chan,” you whine, “I don’t think I can do this.”
“Yes, you can. I’ll be right here. I’m not letting go.”
“Here,” Shinsou wraps his hand around your waist, his large hand right besides yours on the handle, “Just start pedaling slowly. I won’t let you fall.”
You nod, adjusting your wings for balance. You placed your feet on the pedals. The bike wobbles some, but Shinsou doesn’t let it fall over. His deep violet eyes are trained on you. A blush dusts over your cheeks. And, for the first time, you realize how handsome he is. You know you should be focused on the road in front of you, but you keep glancing over to his intense eyes and messy hair. His hand feels so nice against your skin. His face is so close to yours; if you lean over, your lips would probably meet.
Shinsou lightly jogs at your side. Your brows are knitted together with focus. He sees the sweat beading at your brow. His eyes can’t help but to follow the drop glide down your jugular into the valley of your breast. He lets you go, watching your (h/l) (h/c) flutter in the wind. Wings spread behind you, you are like an angel preparing to take flight. Breathtaking.
Your shrieks rip him from his trance. You teeter precariously as the bike veers off the road.
the el masters teach their kids how to ride a bike
“It’s not too hard, kiddo. Just… yep, here you go, I’ll hold you until you’ve got it. You have to go fast to stay on, okay? No, don’t look at me, look at where you’re going. There- yeah, look, you’ve got it! I’m not holding you! You’re doing gre- oh, crap, no don’t cry, you just skinned your knee when you fell. It’s okay. Try again!”
“You can do it, I know you can. You can balance, yes? Then just go fast and you’ll get it eventually. No, don’t ask me to hold you. You can do it by yourself. And if you fall, get back on, or else you’ll have more than a bruise to contend with.”
“The fuck do you want to ride a bike for? You’ve got wings. No, don’t ask me to teach you. I have no idea how to ride a bike. Go ask a human, or better yet, just go flying and revel in your draconic superiority.”