For me, and for the more than 62 million people who didn’t vote for Trump in the 2016 presidential election, this is not a political moment. It’s a personal one. The same goes for the millions of other Americans who didn’t or couldn’t vote. And Trump has managed, in his own special, made-for-TV-or-Twitter-way, to bring us together in a historic and yet fragile coalition of people who see clearly what’s at stake.
I’m black. I’m queer. I am a woman and happen to own a piece of genitalia that — perhaps if I were white and blonde and, you know, “beautiful” by his standards — Trump would feel entitled to grab at any moment. I was raised by a single mother in the “inner city,” and I’ve lost people, “good” people, to gangs and violence and AIDS and drugs.
My survival was made possible by the very public assistance programs Trump and his appointee for secretary of Housing and Urban Development, Ben Carson, are determined to make disappear. I was educated in the public schools Trump’s appointee for education secretary, billionaire philanthropist Betsy DeVos, is determined to turn into privatized vessels of “God’s Kingdom.” My grandmother was driven out of Mississippi by the white domestic terrorist organization Trump’s nominee for attorney general, Jeff Sessions, didn’t think was all that bad until he found out they smoked weed. People I know and love are at risk for deportation by a Secretary of Homeland Security pick, John Kelly, who “[doesn’t] know” if the department he’s tasked with leading will deport hundreds of thousands of young immigrants who found temporary relief from deportation under former President Barack Obama’s Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals program.
It’s people like me, whose lives are being threatened by Trump’s administration, who are coming together and speaking out. Here we are, in an era when everyone from Meryl Streep to Metro Boomin’ can agree on the danger posed by Trump and his administration. Trump’s tiny fingers have managed to wage Twitter rants at civil rights hero John Lewis and Republican Gov. John Kasich. And now that he’s the most powerful man in the world, his tirades are no longer just threats. They could be a matter of life and death.
So, thousands of people are converging on Washington for the Women’s March, billed as one of the largest gatherings on the Capitol and easily the largest gathering of people living with disabilities that the United States has ever seen. Millions of others are gathering in New York City,Los Angeles,Chicago, Atlanta. The entire state of California is up in arms and has vowed to fight against Trump’s political agenda. Their needs aren’t the same and their demands are different, but their target is clear: It’s Donald Trump and his antiquated ideas, his hateful ideologies, his inept form of leadership. People are organizing in new and collective ways and sharing their resources like never before.
Obama’s presidency may have fooled many into believing power could look and sound like us, but Trump is here to remind us that real power concedes absolutely nothing without a fight — and that even those concessions are never, ever guaranteed to last. They must be protected.
Nobody proves that more than President Donald Trump.
Harry Potter Preferences - Part 7: Valentine’s Day
Draco: You would basically already wake up under a pile of presents. It’s not that Draco wouldn’t spoil you anyways, but on days like this he would go *slightly* over the top. Jewelry, flowers, chocolate and dinner at a fancy restaurant. You would’ve tried to tell him that this wasn’t necessary, but you knew he only ment good, wanting to show you that you deserve everything this world has to offer.
Sirius: Since he wouldn’t be that much into cheesy traditions, Sirius soon developed his own way to make this day special for the both of you. Every year he’d take you on a road trip, never telling you where you’d be going this year, but it would always be some kind of place that you wanted to visit for quite some time now.
Remus: Considering that Remus already had a thing for chocolate, you were the one that decided to visit a chocolate factory that offered guided tours. You loved the look on his face when his expression changed from surprise over confusion to basically sugar sweet excitement.
Neville: With Neville you would practically drown in flowers. He would not only give them to you as soon as you woke up, but it also became a tadition for the two of you to visit the zoo. It might seem childish to some people, but years ago you thought it would be a funny idea since both of you loved animals, which is why you just stuck to it.
Cedric: Both of you would enjoy classic, more simple activities that would allow you to focus on each other. Which is why Cedric would take you to a cozy little restaurant, with some prive space to dance afterwards. You two would spend the whole night talking, dancing and in the end just curling against each other when you arrived back home, not really needing a special day to show the other one how much you love them.
Fred: Fred would take you to a Quidditch game every year. Both of you were huge Quidditch fans and visiting those games on special occasions would remind both of you of the day you met. You would grab something to eat as well, but the bigger part of the evening would be spent laughing and cheering with thousands of other people.
George: Cheesy romance wouldn’t really fit with the two of you, which is why you developed a rather unconventional Valentie’s Day tadition. Every year the two of you would go to an ‘Escape Room’. Getting locked somewhere and having to solve all kinds of riddles to get out wouldn’t only be fun for both of you, it would also once again show what a great team you guys are.
Harry: Neither of you would really enjoy going out on Valentine’s Day, because the thing you enjoyed most would be each others company. This is why you would usually stay inside, cook together and afterwards some cuddling in front of the fire place.
even bech næsheim, please protect and love this boy, who wants to give isak so much, so so much. so much love and affection and attention. who, in his own special way, wants isak to feel like he is wanted, that isak is worthy of so much.
protect and love this boy who, at first sight and impression, will look like your standard 19 yr old guy, all “joints behind his ear” and “smug smirks” and “quiffed up hair”, but oh god, once you get to his core, his inner workings, he’s nothing but filled with love. the softest. with such vulnerabilities and fears of loneliness and insignificance, but he’s got so much love to give.
protect and love this boy that cannot find it easy to open up to people. that has dreams of making films and becoming a director and is into the arts and theatre. who cooks cheese toasties with spices for isak. who speaks of death like it’s an escape. who doesn’t sleep at night. who’d break into someone’s house just to kiss isak in the swimming pool. who rides his bike and wants to take isak with him.
protect and love this boy who, for once, is okay to exist in a different universe, so as long as he’s with isak. otherwise, even the prospect of thinking about it scares him.
Campwolfe Fandom Nan™ is sensing perhaps some tension, nay fear, in the tags this morning regarding our glorious shiraz swilling Serena and the attentions she may pay a certain swarthy bobby. Just as I did with @cinemastill I come to calm the troubled waters my lieblings.
***swans about sprinkling the sapphic waters of serenity***
While it is true that our endless toil of waiting for the beloved a bit emotionally thick BMAM to return from fannying about in Eastern Europe from her pilgrimage of how the hell do I deal with the reality that I’m soul-destroyingly in love with that brunette surgeon self discovery, our wait is almost at an end and we must forbear as Serena puts her house into order and lays waste utterly to her idea, however fleeting, of a future with the police force.
Be not afraid of the bumbling, neanderthal copper. He is but a passing moment for our gorgeous Sass Queen. She is exercising her goddess-given right to hedonism in all its glory and yet it may come to pass that she finds their lip-lock perhaps not up to the same sapphic, heart-pounding lingerie destroying caliber that she has become used to as of late.
CUE: This Looks Like a Job For………….
yes I know I have used this gif before but is there a such a thing as overuse with it? Really? Like can that actually be a thing?
So I know I said I wanted Bum happy and safe but this current arc is just giving me such a thirst for murder husbands.
Like Sangwoo is just so desperate to get Bum involved with his shenanigans and in his own warped way is trying really hard to make it special. So yeah, I want them living some weird fucked up domestic life in prison together; where Sangwoo still has massive mummy issues, Bum is his prison wife and he’ll stab anyone who looks twice at them.
Kinda disappointing that we didn’t get to see a timeline in which Zamasu stayed neutral. Imagine him actually becoming a Supreme Kai and bringing order to the gal… er, universe in his own special way. “Hear me, mortals.The first to start a war will be eradicated” or “Mortal, you didn’t segregate your waste. Prepare to be punished”. He could’ve been a very interesting (and proactive) deity.
omg, I never thought JJ would be the first to make me cry!
Awww anon ! Don’t be sad *hugs you* I’ll try to cheer you up so hang on tight with how it begins haha :’)
I think it was actually interesting to see this side of JJ ! He looked very ambitious and confident, but even he can feel pressure ! He’s only human too :) People expect a lot from him, and he doesn’t want to disappoint them. But look at how his fiancée cheered for him even though he was at his lowest. The crowd cheered him up, and I thought that was very beautiful ? I’ll be honest though, I first thought “woah the audience is really crying Tears™” lmao :’) Despite his low score, they kept on cheering for him to show their love and support. JJ’s relationship with his audience and fiancée looked very special in its own way, it still is but holds a meaning. This moment was beautiful and interesting :)
a continuation of my erejean pirate!au (sans the erejean atm, sorry)
the other works for this au can be found on ao3 here, here, and here - and this one here
“Well well, look who’s back in the land of the living.”
Everything is blurry and Jean blinks to clear his vision. He’s in a bed, that much he can tell, but still at sea if the gentle, rhythmic rocking is anything to go by. He turns his gaze towards the source of the voice, sees silken black hair and piercing grey eyes.
“No, it’s your mum,” he huffs sarcastically.
Yes, definitely Levi.
Jean shifts slowly. His body feels heavy and lethargic. And hot. He tries to sit, but he barely gets his head up before his vision swims, going blurry again, and he lies back down, closes his eyes.
“My head hurts and my skin is on fire.”
“That’s what happens when you’re drifting at sea for near two days, no water, no cover.”
Jean opens his eyes again. “So I’m alive?”
“Sheer fucking luck.”
“Did you find m…” Jean trails off, the fuzzy feeling in his head taking over his tongue. He’s going to pass out.
Levi slaps him on the cheek and Jean jolts, hisses.
“No falling back asleep until we get some water in you proper.”
Jean groans again, tries to sit once more. Levi helps him this time and, between the two of them, Jean gets propped upright enough so that he can swallow without slopping water all over himself. He takes the tin cup of water Levi hands him.
“Slowly,” Levi warns. “If you drink too fast and make yourself puke, I will throw you back to sea.”
Jean nods and takes a careful sip. He keeps going until the water is gone, the stern glare from Levi telling him he’s not allowed to speak again unless it is.
“Did you find me?” he asks, repeating his question from earlier as he hands Levi the now empty cup. Levi pours him more water and hands it back.
“Picked you up from some merchant ship that fished you out. If it weren’t for that treaty they passed opening trade with Marley you’d’ve been fucked.”
“I feel fucked anyway,” Jean sighs, takes another swallow of water. “I didn’t exactly do what I was supposed to.”
“You did good.”
“Really?” he asks in disbelief.
Levi nods. “Yeah. We didn’t catch them, but that’s the closest we’ve ever been. It’s progress anyway.”
“I’m not sure Captain Smith will see it the same way,” Jean mumbles into his cup.
“Got himself promoted while you were gone. Has a fleet now.”
“Wait, so that means…” Jean takes another, more thorough and clear-eyed glance around at the cabin, noticing how different it is from what he expects to see - neat and organized and so very Levi. “Are you a captain now? Is this your boat?”
Levi hums. “With a hand picked crew to boot.” It’s barely noticeable, but Jean is sure he sees Levi’s chest swell with pride.
“Anyway,” Levi continues, “my point is Erwin will be happy to see you survived. We all pegged you for dead once those pirates sailed into the storm.”
“When will we see the cap–commodore again?”
“Oh? Got something juicy to tell him?”
Jean shrugs. “I think?”
He has questions, at least, that he needs answers for. If Erwin gives them.
Jean may not have been a part of Erwin’s crew for long, but he did notice that Erwin played things close to the vest, only telling plans or theories to who he needed to, when he needed to. One of those people he always told was Levi, though, so maybe Levi could…
Jean opens his mouth and Levi holds his hand up to silence him.
“I’m sure you have lots of stuff on your mind, but save that shit for later. We’re circling back to meet with Erwin at Karanes. You can blab all you want then. For now, rest.”
Levi puts the pitcher of water on the stand next to the bed and turns to go. He’s halfway to the door before he comes back and ruffles Jean’s hair roughly.
“I’ll bring you something to eat later,” he says.
Then he stomps out of the cabin, leaving Jean to himself and the unbearable wait until next they make port.
Whether its pushing a truck and thinking uncharitable thoughts about a police officer in South Africa or speaking out against poor working conditions in the docks in Poplar, Patrick has his own special way of telling Shelagh that he’s proud of her. (6.2)
Honestly, the way he waves, I just find myself doing it that way now too. It’s his own little special thing, and the way he introduces himself is more like “hello, I’m Mahee from The Nine-een-sevenee-five” and it is the CUTEST thing.
// Credit: None of these are my GIFs, if yours shows, please let me know! In the mean time… Google images. //
Summary: A request from the lovely @badwolf-nine. I kinda went in a direction with this, hope you like it. Inspired by some actual events.
could you please do a reader/bones imagine, where the reader is staying up late
with paper work and Bones sees her and decides to help in his own special way. Pouring
her a drink, teasing her and being generally unhelpful while trying to help. <3
It seriously pisses me off when people dismiss Chansoo as “Ksoo beating up Chanyeol” ????? Or the “Its one sided get over it” ????
Honestly, if you’d have looked further than the two gifs you’ve probably seen from an EXO concert or variety show, you’ll see that Chanyeol and Kyungsoo have a very cute and loving relationship. Now, whether you identify that as a Bromance or Romantic that’s up to you. But, come on, Chanyeol practically breathes Ksoo.
The point being is, Kyungsoo loves Chanyeol but in his own special way. You can’t just say that Ksoo hates him, its illogical for a start. Ships aside, Kyungsoo and Yeol are really close friends which they’ve mentioned a lottt. By him doing that stuff, it only emphasizes their closeness. Also a real relationship isn’t all cheesy shit, its teasing each other and pretending the other is a loser. But they’re YOUR loser so its okay.