Coalition Statement: What’s Next for the Water Protectors at Standing Rock?

The following is a coalition statement on the next steps for the #NoDAPL fight and water protectors at Standing Rock:

As we reflect on the decision by the US Army Corps to suspend the Dakota Access Pipeline (DAPL) river crossing easement and conduct a limited Environmental Impact Statement (EIS), the resistance camps at Standing Rock are making plans for the next phase of this movement. Standing Rock Sioux Tribal Chairman Dave Archambault II has asked people to return home once the weather clears, and many will do so. Others will stay to hold the space, advance our reclamation of unceded territory affirmed in the 1851 Treaty of Ft. Laramie, and continue to build community around the protection of our sacred waters. They will also keep a close eye on the company, which has drilled right up to the last inch it can, and remains poised and ready to finish the project.  

We fully understand the Standing Rock Sioux Tribe’s desire to transition people out of the encampments and back to their homes. The influx of people to Standing Rock as winter arrives has been an enormous strain on local resources due to the inherent challenges and dangers of travel and camping in this climate and, in many cases, a lack of necessary knowledge, skills, and experience on the part of those who have traveled to join us. Also, the closure of Highway 1806 and the twisted media portrayals of the camp have essentially acted as economic sanctions against the [Očhéthi Šakówiŋ], denying revenue to an already impoverished nation with a long list of urgent social problems.  And, as the violence from law enforcement has escalated and caused serious injuries, we are all concerned for the water protectors’ physical safety and want to avoid further injuries  

As such, we support the [Očhéthi Šakówiŋ]’s request for a transition and are working with many different groups to design and implement that transition in a good way – one that honors our ceremonial responsibilities, the sacrifices we have made to be here, and the deep commitment we have each made to defend the land. We ask anyone that is considering traveling to join the encampments at Standing Rock to stay home for now and instead take bold action in your local communities to force investors to divest from the project.

We also support those who choose to stay, if they are able to live comfortably and self-sufficiently through a winter in the Great Plains. We support the Sacred Stone Camp, the original encampment established in opposition to the pipeline back on April 1st, 2016. This community space was opened on Ladonna Bravebull Allard’s private land and will continue through the winter. Rest assured, LaDonna is not going anywhere. “I have not changed my mind. We stand until the black snake is dead,” she said yesterday. But due to limited space and infrastructure, there is no longer an open call for people to come join Sacred Stone Camp unless personally invited.  

We do not have sufficient words to express the gratitude and love we have for all the people who have come to Standing Rock to protect the water. We have traveled far, given up so much, and taken extraordinary risks. We have endured serious hardships and physical violence, and shown courage, passion, and determination in the face of impossible odds. We have come together across the lines that divide us, and gathered in solidarity to demand an end to 500 years of oppression of Indigenous peoples [across the western hemisphere] – to demand respect for Mother Earth and clean water for all our relatives and future generations. We absolutely cannot let this transition break us apart. We must stay together, we must keep building momentum. As warriors, we must be flexible and agile. We must adapt to shifting circumstances without pause.

We ask you to join us in an unprecedented divestment campaign to kill the black snake financially. We will also ask you to engage in the development of the Environmental Impact Statement to the extent that the public is invited to participate, and guide you through that process. But let us use this time to cut off funding for the project. December is an international month of action focused on the 17 banks that are profiting off investments in the Dakota Access pipeline. Shut these banks down with direct action. Close your accounts and tell the world you’re doing it.  Pressure your local jurisdictions and philanthropists to divest.  Every day is a day of action.  

This fight is not over, not even close. In fact, this fight is escalating. The incoming Trump administration promises to be a friend to the oil industry and an enemy to Indigenous peoples. It is unclear what will happen with the river crossing. Now more than ever, we ask that you stand with us as we continue to demand justice.

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I just wanted to say this somewhere but I was pleased w/ the amount of Chris I saw I ep.10. Whenever he's on screen my eyes go to him and my heart pounds omg I really love him .^_^. Beside that, Ep. 10 is the best so far, in everything~

YES! CHRIS GOT MORE SCREENTIME I also love how Christophe is actually supportive about Yuuri & Victor he’s the first one who notice the ring, lowkey favorite him agshska :3

just one last poem i own, deep in my soul. and it shall be the final doom, the poison of them all - and of you.

only one last poem to pray to - and it’s the revolting beauty of my decaying truth.

i’ll tell you what i would have done for you, for us - what i’ve already done a thousand times in the sacred, holy dungeons of my agonizing heart.

one, i would have grew fangs. i would have greeted legions and legions of tides and blood and rage to steal my soul away, a newborn moon newly crowning her witches with gore dripping down their alabaster thighs.

i would have ripped your soul out in shreds with them, ingested them all with my bare hands. i would have taken you vulgarly, taken you with such greed your whole being would have tasted the whip that are my lips.

two, i would have murdered the universe for us, right in its heart and with its own stars - and their sharp, sharp edges of conscience lost and broken promises and tears as sweet and blessed as sins.

three, i would have smashed the bones, chewed the flesh, of each person flower sunset or prey you’ve ever loved, i would have smashed them against my bare teeth and grin at the long dead heavens your devotion to me.

“no, stop. this isn’t you. this isn’t love.” i can hear you weep even from here, even from a future that shall never be - you murdered it.

and yes, you’re right. you see, this indeed isn’t love my sweet.

Love, is far deeper, far worse
than any of this.

Love, is far worse than anything.

—  Love // l.e. wildë 
A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes

REQUEST: 31,9,17 with pan😉
A/N: Imagine having reoccurring nightmares and Peter, who you never liked that much, comes to comfort you. 
PAIRING: Pan x Reader
RATING: E, fluff
TITLE: A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes

You didn’t wake up to the dream itself, but to your own scream. Though the dream was short, it felt as if it lasted all night long. Maybe it played on a loop, like the thoughts that lead up to it. You were sat up in your bed, the back of your shirt damp with cold sweat, wanting to cry. You felt awful, even though the dream wasn’t all that frightening or even stressful at all, it was pleasant. Just something that felt terrible once you woke up. It felt like melancholic fear mixed with crippling loneliness. You had friends on the island, the Lost Boys, but what you really wanted was your family. But the Lost Boys were your family now and your old one you were never going to be with again.

“You all right in here?” you heard Peter call from the opening of your tent. He expected you to be in a life threatening situation, but when he saw you on your bed with your hands covering your face, that’s when he really panicked. Sure the boys cried sometimes, when they were physically hurt. But sadness was something he couldn’t fix with a wave of his hand.

You couldn’t reply to his concerned question. Firstly, you never cared much for him, hence why you thought he wouldn’t really even care. You just sat there, quiet. The dream had left you breathing heavily, nearly hyperventilating. He stepped closer to you, with cautious steps and sat down with you. He was facing toward you, not knowing just what to do, or say. “Y/N?”

“I’m fine,” you said, but your voice cracked audibly once you spoke.

“Are you?” he asked. It was rhetorical, but you shook your head anyways, dropping you hands and at that point you couldn’t help but let yourself be weak for once. This had gone on for a long time, and up until now you had never let show any weakness.

“Oh, just calm down,” he said softly, touching your arm reassuringly. You looked up at him with your head still hung. He looked genuinely worried about you. You may have never cared about him, but he sure did about you. He cared about everyone on the island. “Are you going to be okay by yourself?”

For some reason that made you smile. Maybe because you were surprised of what you were about to say. “Can you stay with me?”

He furrowed his brows as he looked at you. You had never been vulnerable in his eyes; you hadn’t let yourself be. But every person has their breaking point. This was yours.

“Yes, of course,” he said. Though he’d never seen you this panicked, he didn’t react with surprise. Maybe he thought it was reassuring to himself, too. You’d been so brave the entire time you’d been in Neverland that he felt quite threatened; no one was stronger than him. He figured, if you could be vulnerable, so could he. “Go back to sleep.”

“No,” you sniffled. “I can’t sleep. I don’t want to.”

“Okay,” he agreed. “Do you want to tell me about your dream?”

You hesitated. You two hadn’t talked much, especially not about personal things. But maybe this few century old boy would have some advice…

“It’s not a scary dream,” you began. “It’s about my family, we’re just talking, it’s nice. But when I wake up it’s sad, because I miss them so terribly.”

Peter seemed sad. He scooted closer to you, taking your hands and sighing. You looked into his eyes, waiting for him to say something.

“It makes sense for us to dream about the things we’ve lost and the things we hope for,” he said softly. He had such a way with words, making the most cliché things sound so relatable and condoling. “And I bet it’s disappointing waking up here, but soon enough, you’ll find new things to dream about,” he said with a small but sincere smile.