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“Glowing appearance, glowing.
Black jeans and a white t-shirt.
Gathering the spirit of the sky, 
Absorbing the essence of the sun and moon.”

– Namjoon describing Hobi

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Interstate 94 in other parts of the country is already my least favorite road ever. This video of snow blowing across another part of it in North Dakota…did not help.

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

Adhd is not always genius level white boys whith tons of energy and fast reflexes
Sometimes it’s
Executive dysfunction so bad you couldnt shower for over a week
Or
A queer kid who thinks they’re broken because they dont fit the narritive.
Adhd is not always a gift in disguise, it can be debilitating
and alienating
and self esteem crushing.
How many times have you heard the phrase
“Not working to your full potential”?
Listen, im sorry if i didnt do my homework, but i didnt eat dinner until 11pm because i couldnt find the motivation to make anything.
I once repeatedly put off and forgot sending a thank you email to someone i had interviewed for a month.
It took me 3 weeks to make myself write a short essay, but once i did it, it took an hour. I got a 94% on the rubric, but failed because it was so late.
I have dealt with years of working through the voice in my head saying
Im lazy im lazy im lazy im bad im dirty im useless ill never amount to anything
Years of fear that i wont be able to survive on my own, that i’ll be too late and too disorganized and unmotivated.
I had to teach myself that motivation and productivity dp not define my worth. That being “lazy” doesnt make me less of a human being.
So sorry if your quirky hyper white boy narrative doesnt do it for me.

Night Walks - Part 1

Summary: You like to take late night walks to de-stress, you meeet a stranger named Bucky who does the same.

Prompt(s): Okay I’m combining two: pandarosita: 93 and 94… but Reader being upset rather than Bucky? and an anon request for 64.

93.“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”
94. “I had a bad dream again.”
Bonus: 64 “Here, take my blanket.”

Warnings: angsty reader

Word Count: 3093

Author’s Note: Ah fuck. I sort of hate this but I just need to post it to get it out of my head, so here you go. Enjoy the angst. I’ll post part 2 tonight when I get to my next hotel. 

Side note, please do not interpret this as me advising taking careless late night walks. Be safe, know your surroundings if you must.

Originally posted by sssmcdlove


You’d always been a night owl, preferring the quiet dark when everyone was asleep over the busy days in too small a home with too many people. You liked the calm stillness that fell at night when everything finally just… stopped.

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