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A People United will Never be Defeated!

WARNING: before you continue, be aware that there is strong language contained in this post—strong words were said, and I will relay them.

“We reject the president elect!”

So here’s what happened tonight.  I had the privilege to join 3,500+ other University of Minnesota students, staff, and alumni in a peaceful protest against the new president-elect, Donald Trump.  Now since I’ve already had to address this issue with several people via Facebook recently, I’ll start off by clarifying.  This protest—at least for me—was not an attempt to take power away from Trump.  This protest was about much more than that—unity and protection in the face of fear.

“Love trumps hate!”

I’ve never before been a part of something as incredible as this.  We started off, early in the evening, standing on the University of Minnesota campus in a crowd, chanting and waving signs.  At about 6-something, we started to march.  We marched along Cedar Ave and Riverside, then mostly along Franklin.  We stopped outside of the GOP headquarters on Franklin for a while, raising our voices in protest.  Even there—we did nothing to harm our surroundings and public property.  I heard people—on seeing the “FUCK TRUMP” graffiti already present on the front wall of the GOP Headquarters— say, “Well, yes—but we shouldn’t condone vandalism.”  That wasn’t the point of our protest.

“Say it loud, say it clear—refugees are welcome here!”

The point was unity.  People from 7 different organizations, and hundreds of different backgrounds and walks of life all came together under one banner that night.  I saw Muslim men and woman marching with us, yelling, “Her body, her choice!  (My body, my choice!)” and “Trans lives matter!  Queer lives matter!  Gay lives matter!” even though in some cases they may not support these things in their religion.  They stood with their LGBT brothers and sisters and their pro-choice sisters in solidarity.  I saw white people yelling, “Fuck white supremacy!” at the top of their lungs, right next to Native, Hispanic, black, Muslim, Asian men and women.  I saw white men and women chanting along with Latinx people in Spanish—some of us didn’t know what we were saying, but this didn’t matter.  We still stood by them in their fight, as they did with ours.  What I saw—instead of an angry group of individuals who are upset because they didn’t get their way—is a group that stood up together in the face of anger and fear.  I saw a group who joined hands in love and acceptance.  I saw a group that was very respectful—as a short woman who was in the middle of a crowd, I had several different people run into me throughout the night.  Every single person apologized to me with a smile—and the men apologized immediately, stepping back, so that I would know that they respected my space.  I have never felt so safe in a public space before—and doesn’t that say something sad about our spaces, if I feel safer at a protest.

“No Trump!  No KKK!  No racist USA!”

And I saw a group that brought hope to those around them.  Wherever we went, I saw relief and happiness on people’s faces.  The people in the Cedar-Riverside neighborhood—a neighborhood that has a lot of people of color of various religions—watched us march with grins on their faces and raised fists in solidarity.  People cheered us on—even those people who were stuck in stopped cars because we were in their way.  I saw men and women roll down their windows to high-five protesters.  I saw people climbing out of sun-roofs to cheer us on and join in our chants.  The shop workers and owners along Franklin and Riverside came out of their stores to watch us, with huge smiles on their faces.  They looked like they felt—for the first time in a long time—accepted and loved by their community again.  I saw people crying from relief and happiness as they saw how many people stood with them.  I was high-fived, hugged, slapped on the back, and cheered for all evening by people on the sidewalks.  A pair of older women waved a bunch of us over and shook our hands and hugged us, saying, “Thank you!  We love you!  Thank you so much!” as we continued to march.  Parents brought their children to this protest—children who were very interested in the election, and who feel the loss as keenly as the rest of us.  Children who didn’t have a say, but who still want to raise their voices.

“Education not deportation!”

And as far as the police go—I saw people walking up to police officers and extending their hands in friendship saying things like, “Thank you for keeping us safe.”  Our goal was never to antagonize anyone—though a lot of people took it that way, of course.  Our goal was safety, healing, love, and acceptance.  Our voices may have been loud, and our words may have been harsh, but our message was one of peace.

“Show me what Democracy looks like!  This is what Democracy looks like!”

We did stop interstate traffic on 94 for about an hour.  The police blocked us off by Cedar Ave and waited.  We knew we weren’t in any danger—we had no weapons, no threats of violence, and nothing but love and community to show.  The police—after everything—didn’t want to hurt us.  They simply waited.  When we felt we were pushing it, we slowly cleared off the interstate and walked back up Cedar Ave, still cheering and chanting.

“Fuck Dorito Hitler!”

It was almost surreal.  After we cleared the streets—no damage was left in our wake.  I know this because myself and another person drove our friend back to her home afterward—and we took Franklin and 94 there.  It was a weird experience—driving over the spot where mere hours before we had been sitting, hands in the air, chanting, “Hands up, don’t shoot!”

“Whose streets?  Our streets!”

Our community has spoken.  We will not tolerate hate and violence in our streets.  We stand united in the face of fear and violence—and we will stand, and protect each other from harm.  No threats of violence or actions of hate will stop us from protecting each other—because that’s what we have to do in the face of this danger.  We stand together, united, and will never be silenced or defeated

i was just reading about how from about 1939 to 1943 the palestinian communist party (made up of both jews and palestinians) were shutting the city down so often that it was commonly known as red haifa. reading about these possibilities is pretty sad, since they didn’t succeed, but at the same time, hopeful, since they someday might.

So Vermont is currently in the middle of a blizzard. I’m completely snowed in, and the city has totally shut down, which is almost unheard of. In light of this snow apocalypse, I’m going to be spending the next few days writing. Keep an eye out for a new chapter of Coffee’s For Cuties, an update on Business and Pleasure, and I’m also starting work on two other series that will be posted once I finish Business and Pleasure and Coffee’s For Cuties. 

If anyone’s interested, I can give you all a little teaser for the two new stories. Whichever one gets more interest is the one I’ll start working on first. I hope you lovelies are having a good day. And if any of you are also stuck in this blizzard, please stay inside, stay warm, and stay safe <3

Have I mentioned how very dearly I love my elf family?

Shianni is the literal best- I want an AU where she gets to run off and be a badass warden with Tabris.

edit: whoop- fixed her shoulders

SOS @clarkesquad‘s legacy!verse got me fucked up and now i can’t stop thinking about tol buff 20 year old bisexual heda aden

And just to be sure that we’re all on the same page: there are no bright yellow school busses in Baltimore City. The police shut down public transportation and filled the streets with an army in riot gear. Thousands of teens on those same streets, trying to get home. How many were scared to make eye contact for fear of being the next Freddie Gray? How many were pissed-off enough to break a window or set a fire? 

I look at her there in the shadows of the shut-down city, her hair falling onto her face, and I can see her trying to figure out if I’ve lost it. And I have to fight the urge to take her by the shoulders and slam her against a shuttered building until we feel the vibrations ringing through both of us. Because I suddenly want to hear her bones rattle. I want to feel the softness of her flesh give, to hear her gasp as my hip bone jams into her. I want to yank her head back until her neck is exposed. I want to rip my hands through her hair until her breath is labored. I want to make her cry and then lick up the tears. And then I want to take my mouth to hers, to devour her alive, to transmit all the things she can’t understand.
—  Where She Went (If I Stay #2)

anonymous asked:

Compounding on my previous thought regarding the P/ING divide (I have lots of thoughts and not a lot of letters lol sorry): I think it's interesting how they can try (emphasis on try) to rationalize sending P back home as a team because it's objective, but as soon as his emotions get involved it's shut down city. I've done lots of anons to you about this story, I need it like I need air and wifi. Sorry to stalk your life lol im such ot4 trash now.

Haha. Feel free to stalk, I love talking about this stuff, seeing who has similar thoughts about things, whose on the right track, who has better ideas that I do. :) 

And you’re absolutely right. They were able to stop being closed off to focus on their task (dumb task that it is) but immediately broke apart as a unit when Prompto wasn’t playing along, and then they start yelling (At Prompto? At each other? Both, actually) and being dumb. I dare say they are capable of working together, as a sort of muscle memory thing, no matter the situation but emotions/having to think critically about what they’re doing gets them all fucked up. 


The 8th Street Tunnel was completed in 1888 and for the next seven decades people rode trolley cars through this steep passageway that connected downtown KC with the West Bottoms. In 1956, though, the city shut down the trolley because of increased car ownership. The tunnel was sealed off and forgotten for the next 40 years.

Yesterday a dozen of us local Instagrammers were given a rare tour of this seldom-seen part of Kansas City’s history. The private event was led by local historian and author Ray Elder. Thanks to the creative and artistic photographers Joe Sportsman & Briana Potter for making the arrangements.

Original post by Duane Hallock.

Modern Dragon Age news is probably similar to this: 

“Good morning Thedas! Today conflict broke out on the streets of Kirkwall, following the anniversary of the Chantry explosion by the rebel Anders.  Pro-Mage forces came to blows against Templar and Chantry supporters, while elsewhere sectarian violence between mages who advocated for the circle and those who wanted to see it disbanded entirely resulted in the city temporarily shutting down all major highways in and out. We have famed author and personal former friend of Anders here in our studio with us- Varric Tethras. Varric, what insights can you give us about Anders mindset prior to the terrorist activity?” 

Then they probably end with a puff piece like: 

“And in lighter news, we have news that Divine Leliana’s famed nug, Schmooples, has had her new litter- the first ever to be born on Chantry vestments. We’ll be sure to watch them grow up to spot if any of them seem  bit… hole-y.” Cue a picture of a nug covered in spots. 

So I moved to a new country after a rough breakup, and as I don’t drink, work a lot and didn’t know that many people I signed up for tinder. After about a year of going on a lot of first dates but no second ones I was casually swiping through and saw a picture of a tall, kind of geeky but otherwise very cute guy. I swiped right, and we chatted for a little while. He lived in the same city as me, had a good job, seemed normal, etc. We delayed our date because he was travelling for work, but ended up meeting for coffee on a Tuesday evening in mid winter. We talked until 10pm, when we both finally looked up and wondered about food. His fridge was empty (he had been away), the city shuts down early (it is mostly retirees and business-people) and there wasn’t much around, so I offered to cook for us. We talked all night and ended up making out until about 10am the next morning.

That was a year and a half ago. We are now engaged, getting married next year, and looking for a house to buy together. He is my best friend, and even when he drives me mad he is my favourite person.

Last Night in the Fan Space #2

Steven Universe-Keep Beach City Weird nearly shuts down to founder’s bad decisions.

Originally posted by starberry-cupcake

So last night’s episode was really cute and funny, but Ronaldo does make and interesting point that must be investigated, the gem creatures only come to Beach City because of the Crystal Gems presence…or is it something deeper then that?

Originally posted by flowerypearl

During “The Return” Greg told Steven that Rose could only save her closest allies from an attack that whipped out most of her army…but what if it didn’t kill them?

The theory that the corrupted gems were one Rose’s army is not a new one however this episode seems to put credence to it. Pearl says that the ‘monsters’ are attracted to the Crystal Gems presence, but what if they aren’t coming to fight. What if they’re hurt and confused stuck in a form that they can’t change back from and in their twisted minds they remember a figure who could heal and care for them one they had come to adore. So they head for the temple hoping to find Rose but instead discover she is no longer around and this sends them into an unquenchable rage? Hopefully we will see Steven cure the afflicted gems because if Homeworld comes a knocking again their going to need an army.