please stop assuming all asian musicians are naturally talented prodigies!!! there is no such thing as ~~natural talent~~ and we all work our butts off to get good at what we do, so please learn to accept that!!!!
what i don’t understand is like… where are all the galra women. like have we seen literally any galra girls please help me bc if we have i would love to know educate me i beg u
like i almost expected the Blade of Marmora to be entirely made up of girls or something (fooled once again by the shoulder-waist ratio ahaha kill me) and then Haggar wasn’t even Galra so like. where are they. I have a hard time accepting that the galra women aren’t part of the military at all because a) they’re GALRA and b) Allura went undercover as a galra soldier and no one batted an eyelash so WHERE THEY AT
The Scorpio Races music competition AU: for years, boys on Thisby have been entering the contest, competing for glory, recognition, and cash prizes. Sean Kendrick is a five-time winner, and though some credit his wins to his prized electric guitar (actually owned by music shop proprietor and ruler of the music business on Thisby, Benjamin Malvern), anyone to see Sean with his guitar up close can see that it’s truly his talent that brings him first prize every year.
This year, Kate “Puck” Connolly is making history by being not only the first girl to enter the competition, in spite of protests from some of the men, but by being the first person to play acoustically, using the old family guitar. Puck needs the prize money to keep the house; Sean needs the money to finally be able to buy his beloved guitar and get out from under Malvern’s thumb. But only one of them can win…
I don’t know about you, but I have a very difficult time writing when I have no idea what is going to happen next. I don’t need to know the whole novel, but I do need to know what happens in the next scene and/or at the next major plot point. While I’m writing, I like to know what I’m writing toward. It is not all about racing through the plot, but gaging the pace. I know I can write a nice long, slow scene if there’s something a bit more action-packed to follow it. However, I struggle with planning scenes ahead of time. Ideas for conflict don’t come to me regularly or even easily. So, here is what I do when I just can’t think of anything to come next.
First, I take notes. I grab my notebook and start writing down what I already know about the story I want to write. Everything. It can have names for characters, places, etc. but since we’re concerned about plot, try to focus more on the big picture project instead of details to draw out the plot. (I have to remind myself of this constantly). Familiarize yourself with the larger scope of the story. What’s important? How does that lend itself to conflict?
Work from inspiration. If jotting down more general notes does not spark any ideas, I turn to what tiny, glinting detail convinced me that I could write a book on this - it might be a character or a creature or a beautiful city - whatever inspiration grabbed your attention. Try to figure out what was attractive about this inspiration. What about it offers potential for conflict? For instance, if you are interested in writing a character who is caught telling a lie, you might want to consider what other things they’ve said that are likely to be untruthful.
What wild things might be more than plausible? This might be the craziest thing to try, but it can be the way to push your plot into the right direction. Start thinking of horribly awful things that you can do to your characters - or rather, things that you could put them through. Is someone accused of murder? Are they trapped in a blizzard? Let your imagination run wild until you can see something that might be a good fit. (It helps most to make a list.)
I have counted roughly 20 messages in my inbox (which I am still slowly working through!) about bonding. So, it only makes sense that I should make a big post on bonding! It’s really not that difficult, but I think it would be best if we cleared up everything about it.
A/N:Yay! Chapter 9! Internet is driving me crazy, so I quickly want to post this before it goes out on me again. I hope you enjoy this chapter! (Sorry in advance for any grammatical errors in my stories!)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: None Word count: 2,769 Summary: Reader and Bucky doesn’t get along well after his marriage to Rosaline. Will her friendship with Bucky last or will they crumble and fade?
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I balance myself on the edge of the
I watch the fallen leaves in the
water creating small ripples as the wind pushes it over on the surface. I can
see little coins at the bottom of the fountain. Whoever threw them in must’ve
thought it would grant their wishes.
Night is crawling over faster now
with autumn almost over. It is getting even colder too. Parents are calling
their children over to get home. Dogs panting as they jog with their owners
through the park. People walking side by side, enjoying the company. I pull my
jacket close into me.
“Y/N, don’t do that, you’ll fall.”
Bucky says holding onto my hand. I look at him before looking at my shoes. The
edge is wide enough for him to sit, what makes him think I’ll fall?
“I’m fine, really. No need to
worry.” I say as I continue on my little steps. He lets my hand go with a sigh.
“So, you learned your lesson?” I
ask, still my back facing him. Bucky scoffs.
“Not a great day to be strapped to
Richard, but we managed fine anyways.” He answers. I look at him before
stepping over the small crack. I kick a dried leaf away down to the ground.
“Good. Now don’t do that to each
other anymore. You’re family after all.” I say with a sigh.
Family. Come to think of it, I
haven’t called my parents for a while now. With everything that is going on, I
completely forgot about the ones I know who would fly over the second they hear
the words, “I’m a little sad”. Even if it is just over a book I couldn’t find.
I should probably ask them how they are doing tonight.
“Family. Such an odd thing.” He says
under his breath. I look at him.
“What do you mean? You wanted it
didn’t you?” I ask turning my body around to look down at him.
“I know. But it is not what I
expected, really.” He looks out into the streets. Lamp posts flickering into
life after darkness wraps around the park.
“What did you expect it to be like,
then?” I ask, curious. He looks up at me.
“I don’t know. More than what I
have, I guess.” He runs his hand through his hair. His metal hand is hidden
away in his glove. I watch him before sighing.
“Not everything is really supposed
to go as expected. That’s a part of the thrill to life. You just have to find
the beauty in it in your own way, you know?” I answer, letting half of my feet
hang on the side of fountain.
Without a warning, someone sweeps me
off my feet and takes me down from the edge. I look up at Bucky surprised. My
body tenses against his arms. Bucky stands me up on my feet before looking at
me with an irritated look.
“You’re making me nervous, Y/N. You
can fall at any second if you do that.” I raise an eyebrow.
“Why are you so worried? I’m
completely fine.” I say. He just gives me a look. I let out a sigh before
running my fingers through my hair.
“Fine, fine, Sergeant. I gotcha.” I
answer while looking at the passing cars near the entrance to the park. My
heart still racing after Bucky carried me like that.
“What about you?” He asks looking at
“What about me?” I ask while looking
back at him.
“You don’t want a family of your
own?” He asks. My body shivers from the mention of it. Or it could probably
from the cold breeze. I tuck my hands in my pocket.
“Not yet, I suppose.” I say. He
raises an eyebrow.
“Why not?” He asks curious. I look
up at him.
Because I was hoping to have it with
“Just not the right time or place.”
I brush my fingers through my hair after the breeze put it out of place.
“Maybe. You are still young. Maybe
you need to learn what it means to love someone first.” His answer felt like a
slap to my face.
“What do you mean I need to know
what it is like to love?” I ask looking at him. Curious and upset at the same
time. His brows furrowed.
“You’ve never been in love, have
you? I mean, the times we were together, you were always alone.”
Yes, because I was in love with you,
idiot. How can you not notice? But I shouldn’t be too angry. It is my fault
for not telling him anyways.
“And I suppose you know everything
about love, then?” I ask with a hint of anger in my tone. He caught that.
“More than you do.” He answers. I
feel my insides shake with anger. No you don’t. You don’t know at all.
“Right. You marrying Rosaline
doesn’t make you an expert in love, Bucky.” I say crossing my arms over my
“No, it doesn’t, but I’ve had many
“Yes, before the serum. But you
haven’t had any yourself after it didn’t you? The brainwashing wiped your
memories away of it.” I ask him straight on.
“I did remember some before and I do have some memories of it when I was Winter Soldier.
With Rosaline. I remember it. I saw them in my dreams.” He answers. Sting.
Stinging pain in my chest.
“Like what?” I ask.
“Giving me warm glass of milk and
honey to help me sleep. And the lavenders. She would put the scented beads
above my head. She held me when I cried and comforted me. But the most is
feeling her hands in mine. The way her hand holds mine to give me comfort. Is
that not love?”
The colour of my face drain away. I
felt as though it was my soul that had been ripped apart this time. He’s
talking about memories of us together. Of me doing all of that for him… Only he
mistook me for Rosaline. My head spins and I feel myself breaking down into
My heart aches as though Bucky had
betrayed me. His mind is too messed up to even remember our nights together.
The effects of brainwashing had caused for Bucky to forget all the things I had
done for him. No, he didn’t forget them. He replaced me with Rosaline in those
memories. This pain is even worse than the heartbreak… How could Bucky do this
I doubt he even remembers that night
when he came over.
“Y/N?” He looks at me a little
worried. Tears are streaming down my face. He looks at me surprised. “What’s
wrong?” He holds my arms. I look up at him, still tears in my eyes.
“What memories do you remember of
us, Bucky?” I ask him behind my shaking voice. Bucky takes a moment to look at
me. If he doesn’t even remember me in those memories, then what memories does
he hold for us?
“I… I don’t remember so much of us.
Just bits and pieces.” He says a little hesitantly. That continues to shred my
soul into smaller pieces.
“Then why do you always get so angry
at me? Always getting jealous when you see Richard together with me? Getting
angry at me when I don’t talk to you?” I ask, half yelling at him. Yes, why
does he do all of those if it’s not because of our past?
His eyes search around my face. I
seem to have made his mind spiral into an abyss. Bucky blinks before clutching
his temples. He backs down onto the edge of the fountain again to sit. I stand
there, still with tears streaming down my eyes. I’ve really hit a dead end with
“I… I don’t know. I just. For some
reason I can’t bring myself to leave you alone. I don’t like the idea of you
being away from me. And I hate the very idea of another man making you happy…
It’s just, I… I don’t know why I feel this way.” He says before resting his
hand on his chest. I glance over at him before running my fingers through my
hair to push them out of my face.
“I… I don’t think there’s a reason
for us to continue this friendship then.” I say. Whatever piece left to my
heart, I shredded it along with the others. Bucky looks up at me surprised. I
couldn’t read the expression on his face.
“What do you mean?” He asks. I laugh
softly behind my tears.
“You don’t even know why you want to
keep me around. You don’t remember anything about us. You… You don’t even
care.” I accuse him behind my laughter.
If he doesn’t remember anything
about our nights together, it shows that he never cared about them. Not in ways
that I did. He only remembers the things he cared about. Which is why his
memories with Steve never faded away.
“Y/N…” Bucky calls out to my name. I
look at him, waiting to hear what he has to say. He bites his lower lip before
opening his mouth. His phone rings in his pocket suddenly. He looks at me for a
moment before answering his phone.
“Hey, Rosy. He’s there? Yeah I’ll be
My chest tightens at the mention of
her name. I wait for him to end the call. He stares at the phone a little
before looking up at me. When I can see that he has nothing to say, I speak up.
“Just forget this, Bucky. Forget
whatever you’re feeling for me now. It must be nothing that you’d even forget
about the times we spent together, right?” Bucky gets up on his feet, grips on
my arms and look straight at me. I wince from the pain of his metal fingers
digging into my flesh through my coat. He looks rather upset at me.
“It’s not nothing! I know it’s not!
I just… I just need to sort out my mind. I just need to remember better. I know
that there’s more to us than what I can remember. I know it in my heart but I…”
I jerk my arms away from him. Enough. I don’t want to deal with this anymore.
“Just forget it! Okay?? Whatever you
have in that mind of yours is probably what you believe anyways! Stop giving
yourself a headache and believe what you want to believe in!” I shout at him
angrily. Why is he still insisting for me to stay?
“You know my mind is not normal,
Y/N! How can you say that? You’re getting angry at me when I can’t even control
my own mind! You know what I’ve been through! You know it when you were the one
giving me comfort from my nightmare—” He stops. I widen my eyes. His lips
quiver as he backs away a little.
Did he just suddenly remember of it?
Bucky runs his hands through his
hair again, looking down at the ground confused. I brush the wet tears away
from my cheeks and breathe out a sigh. Is it even worth it to keep fighting
with his mind like this?
What am I fighting for anyways? Do I
still believe that we have a chance together? Or do I just hope that we will
continue our friendship like normal? I can’t even do that without Bucky getting
jealous if I hang out with any guys other than the ones he approves of. Why is
he trying to control me like this if he doesn’t even have feelings for me?
“Go home, Bucky. Rosy is waiting for
you. We’ll talk later.” I say looking at him. As I was about to walk, Bucky’s
hand grabs onto my shoulder, turning me around and pulling me into him. He
wraps his arms around me tightly, not letting me go.
“Bucky! Let me—”
“Please don’t leave me.” His voice
shaking against my neck. We both gasped at the same time. Memory hitting us
“Please don’t leave me…”
His voice echoes in my head. The
same exact words he said one time. Bucky probably even remembers it from how
tightly he is holding me. I move my hands up to his sides to hold him back. I
don’t know what to feel right now. I never do with Bucky’s mood swings like
I’m sad, angry, confused… why does
he play with my emotions like this? I can’t even decide on what I feel or think
because Bucky couldn’t with his. Is the change in his emotions also the cause for the shift
in mine? Why can I never just stay with an emotion and go with it? Why does
mine have to change because his did?
“Y/N…” Bucky says as he loosens his
grip on me. I look up at him. The familiar sad blue eyes staring down at me. I
turn away from looking at him. I can’t. Not right now, please.
“Give me some time… I know that
there’s something more to us than what we have right now… I just… I just need
to sort my memories out. Please…” He pleads with me. I keep my eyes away from
looking at his. He lifts his metal hand to pull my face up to look at him.
My body grows a little limp. The
same sad eyes, same quivering lips, same worry lines on his forehead and same
messy hair: all still the same old Bucky. But, I know that deep down, he’s
already a changed person. A person with the love for another. I reach up to
tuck a side of his hair behind his ear.
“Okay…” I say quietly. He wraps his
arms around me again. I wrap mine around his neck gently.
Why can’t I just end this here and
now? Put a stop to this constant push and pull between us? Pack up my bags, get
on a flight and leave. Simple. That’ll be the end of it. It’s not like he’s
going to run after someone he doesn’t even remember sharing countless nights
together. It’s not like my leave would impact anyone’s life so tremendously.
But I can’t do that to Bucky. I
can’t do that to Steve, Wanda, Sam, Tony, or anyone. I shouldn’t push all of
them away again just because I can’t sort my own mind out. They are my friends after
Bucky loosens his arms around me. He
reaches down to hold both of my hands tightly. His eyes staring down at them.
He smiles a little.
“Why do I have a feeling we’ve done
this before?” He asks. I look at him.
“What do you mean?”
“Hold hands.” He says as he shifts
his gaze up to me. I force a smile.
Because we always do when you needed
a reminder that you are no longer alone.
“That is for something you to figure
out.” I say instead. I brush another of his lock away from his face before
letting out a sigh.
“I won’t leave you, okay? I’m here
for you.” I say before pulling him down to leave a soft kiss against his cheek.
“Even though my mind couldn’t
remember the reason, but in my heart, I know my whole world will shatter if
you’re no longer with me.” I gasp at his response.
He brings my cold hand up to his face,
nuzzling into my palm. He closes his eyes as though remembering the sensation
of my hand against his nose, lips and cheeks. My heart races. The curve and
edges on his face is something I already know. Something I’d never forget.
“I feel… really at peace…” He says
into my hand. His blue eyes staring right at me. My heart beats with both
happiness and pain. I pull my hand away from his face carefully.
“Go home and see your wife. We’ll
With that, I turn around and make my
way home. Inside, I was happy to relive the feeling again of his hands in mine,
but also broken that he did it. It was our very own thing. Our sweet little
secret that we share.
But it is also a painful reminder of my broken
heart when he married Rosaline.
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A/N:Okay~ I love this chapter so much. Shows a little bit of Bucky’s feelings about their friendship. I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you think. <3 Thank you so much for reading. <3
How do you think the Volturi reacted to the Bubonic plague? Something like 30% of Italy's population died in the space of 3 months, and it was especially bad in Northern Italy. Do you think they were worried about their food source disappearing?
I sort of imagine this is when Aro started preparing an Extinction Level Event emergency plan. He has to have one, because while vampires could, in theory, survive without humans (or animals) to drink from because they can’t starve, it would be a torturous existence to do so, so there MUST be some plan of what to do if it looks like the human race is about to destroy itself.
He came up with his original plan probably during the plague because it was such a massive loss of life.
He came up with a more recent and modern one after the advent of nuclear weapons because, yikes.
I imagine the wives would have supported some sort of plan to keep and ‘farm’ a population of humans to ensure a continuing food source. Caius may have scoffed and told Aro he was over-reacting but mostly just was annoyed it hadn’t been his idea.
Marcus slumped in his throne, not caring, since existence without blood couldn’t be any more painful than existence without Didyme, woe.
But yeah I could imagine it was the first time they really had to think about the human population going extinct. It was probably nothing they had ever really considered before, but watching all those humans dropping dead had to rattle them at least a little. Before they put their Plan B into action the situation resolved itself and human populations regrew, but I think they must have some contingency plan in place and ready to execute swiftly should it come to that.
so I get that whitewashing characters that are canonically POC is gross and racist but what about casting POC of the wrong race? like if you cast an asian person in place of a canonically black person or a MENA person in place of a native person that was written specifically as a native person? is that still some kind of erasure or is it overlooked bc at least they cast a POC?
prompt: have you ever thought of a sprace fake dating au??
It occurred to me after I wrote this that it’s not what either of you had in mind but this is what I came up with so thought I’d share it anyway
Spot had no
idea why he’d agreed to this. Well actually he knew exactly why he’d agreed –
because Race had asked (and then persuaded by other means when simple words
proved ineffective) – but that didn’t mean Spot had to be happy about it. Prom
was supposed to be this big rite of passage thing and even though he’d told
everyone he was only begrudgingly going because everyone else was and they’d
spent days trying to talk him into it so he’d agreed just to shut them up, he
actually did want to go. He wanted to spike the punch and dance inappropriately
with Race to annoy the chaperones. He wanted to sneak out of the gym into the
main school building so he could kiss Race in the middle of the empty classroom
where they’d been called fags, just to prove a point. What he didn’t want was
to be sat in Race’s garden, watching his boyfriend kiss someone else.
Excerpts from an interview with Assata Shakur in Cuba in 1997:
Sociologist Christian Parenti: How did you arrive in Cuba?
Assata Shakur: Well, I couldn’t, you know, just write a letter and say, “Dear Fidel, I’d like to come to your country.” So I had to hoof it–come and wait for the Cubans to respond. Luckily, they had some idea who I was, they’d seen some of the briefs and U.N. petitions from when I was a political prisoner. So they were somewhat familiar with my case and they gave me the status of being a political refugee. That means I am here in exile as a political person.
Parenti: How did you feel when you got here?
Shakur: I was really overwhelmed. Even though I considered myself a socialist, I had these insane, silly notions about Cuba. I mean, I grew up in the 1950s when little kids were hiding under their desks, because “the communists were coming.” So even though I was very supportive of the revolution, I expected everyone to go around in green fatigues looking like Fidel, speaking in a very stereotypical way, “the revolution must continue, Companero. Let us triumph, Comrade.” When I got here people were just people, doing what they had where I came from. It’s a country with a strong sense of community. Unlike the U.S., folks aren’t so isolated. People are really into other people. Also, I didn’t know there were all these black people here and that there was this whole Afro-Cuban culture. My image of Cuba was Che Guevara and Fidel Castro. I hadn’t heard of Antonio Maceo (a hero of the Cuban war of independence) and other Africans who had played a role in Cuban history.The lack of brand names and consumerism also really hit me. You go into a store and there would be a bag of “rice.” It undermined what I had taken for granted in the absurd zone where people are like, “Hey, I only eat uncle so and so’s brand of rice.”
Parenti: So, how were you greeted by the Cuban state?
Shakur: They’ve treated me very well. It was different from what I expected; I thought they might be pushy. But they were more interested in what I wanted to do, in my projects. I told them that the most important things were to unite with my daughter and to write a book. They said, “What do you need to do that?” They were also interested in my vision of the struggle of African people in the United States. I was so impressed by that. Because I grew up–so to speak–in the movement dealing with white leftists who were very bossy and wanted to tell us what to do and thought they knew everything. The Cuban attitude was one of solidarity with respect. It was a profound lesson in cooperation.
Parenti: Did they introduce you to people or guide you around for a while?
Shakur: They gave me a dictionary, an apartment, took me to some historical places, and then I was pretty much on my own. My daughter came down, after prolonged harassment and being denied a passport, and she became my number one priority. We discovered Cuban schools together, we did the sixth grade together, explored parks, and the beach.
Parenti: She was taken from you at birth, right?
Shakur: Yeah. It’s not like Cuba where you get to breast feed in prison and where they work closely with the family. Some mothers in the U.S. never get to see their newborns. I was with my daughter for a week before they sent me back to prison. That was one of the most difficult periods of my life, that separation. It’s only been recently that I’ve been able to talk about it. I had to just block it out, otherwise I think I might have gone insane. In 1979, when I escaped, she was only five years old.
Parenti: You came to Cuba how soon after?
Shakur: Five years later, in 1984.
Parenti: You’ve talked about adjusting to Cuba, but could you talk a bit about adjusting to exile.
Shakur: Well, for me exile means separation from people I love. I didn’t, and don’t miss the U.S., per se. But black culture, black life in the U.S., that African American flavor, I definitely miss. The language, the movements, the style, I get nostalgic about that. Adjusting to exile is coming to grips with the fact that you may never go back to where you come from. The way I dealt with that, psychologically, was thinking about slavery. You know, a slave had to come to grips with the fact that “I may never see Africa again.” Then a maroon, a runaway slave, has to–even in the act of freedom–adjust to the fact that being free or struggling for freedom means, “I’ll be separated from people I love.” So I drew on that and people like Harriet Tubman and all those people who got away from slavery. Because, that’s what prison looked like. It looked like slavery. It felt like slavery. It was black people and people of color in chains. And the way I got there was slavery. If you stand up and say “I don’t go for the status quo.” Then “we got something for you, it’s a whip, a chain, a cell.” Even in being free it was like, “I am free but now what?” There was a lot to get used to. Living in a society committed to social justice, a Third World country with a lot of problems. It took a while to understand all that Cubans are up against and fully appreciate all they are trying to do.
Parenti: Did the Africanness of Cuba help, did that provide solace?
Shakur: The first thing that was comforting was the politics. It was such a relief. You know, in the States you feel overwhelmed by the negative messages that you get and you feel weird, like you’re the only one seeing all this pain and inequality. People are saying, “Forget about that, just try to get rich, dog eat dog, get your own, buy, spend, consume.” So living here was an affirmation of myself, it was like “Okay, there are lots of people who get outraged at injustice.” The African culture I discovered later. At first I was learning the politics, about socialism–what it feels like to live in a country where everything is owned by the people, where health care and medicine are free. Then I started to learn about the Afro-Cuban religions, the Santaria, Palo Monte, the Abakua. I wanted to understand the ceremonies and the philosophy. I really came to grips with how much we–black people in the U.S.–were robbed of. Here, they still know rituals preserved from slavery times. It was like finding another piece of myself. I had to find an African name. I’m still looking for pieces of that Africa I was torn from. I’ve found it here in all aspects of the culture. There is a tendency to reduce the Africanness of Cuba to the Santaria. But it’s in the literature, the language, the politics.
Parenti: When the USSR collapsed, did you worry about a counter-revolution in Cuba, and by extension, your own safety?
Shakur: Of course, I would have to have been nuts not to worry. People would come down here from the States and say, “How long do you think the revolution has–two months, three months? Do you think the revolution will survive? You better get out of here.” It was rough. Cubans were complaining every day, which is totally sane. I mean, who wouldn’t? The food situation was really bad, much worse than now, no transportation, eight-hour blackouts. We would sit in the dark and wonder, “How much can people take?” I’ve been to prison and lived in the States, so I can take damn near anything. I felt I could survive whatever–anything except U.S. imperialism coming in and taking control. That’s the one thing I couldn’t survive. Luckily, a lot of Cubans felt the same way. It took a lot for people to pull through, waiting hours for the bus before work. It wasn’t easy. But this isn’t a superficial, imposed revolution. This is one of those gut revolutions. One of those blood, sweat and tears revolutions. This is one of those revolutions where people are like, “We ain’t going back onto the plantation, period. We don’t care if you’re Uncle Sam, we don’t care about your guided missiles, about your filthy, dirty CIA maneuvers. We’re this island of 11 million people and we’re gonna live the way we want and if you don’t like it, go take a ride.” Of course, not everyone feels like that, but enough do.
Parenti: What about race and racism in Cuba?
Shakur: That’s a big question. The revolution has only been around thirty-something years. It would be fantasy to believe that the Cubans could have completely gotten rid of racism in that short a time. Socialism is not a magic wand: wave it and everything changes.
Parenti: Can you be more specific about the successes and failures along these lines?
Shakur: I can’t think of any area of the country that is segregated. Another example, the Third Congress of the Cuban Communist Party was focused on making party leadership reflect the actual number of people of color and women in the country. Unfortunately by the time the Fourth Congress rolled around the whole focus had to be on the survival of the revolution. When the Soviet Union and the socialist camp collapsed, Cuba lost something like 8.5% of its income. It’s a process, but I honestly think that there’s room for a lot of changes throughout the culture. Some people still talk about “good hair” and “bad hair.” Some people think light skin is good, that if you marry a light person you’re advancing the race. There are a lot of contradictions in people’s consciousness. There still needs to be de-eurocentrizing in the schools, though Cuba is further along with that than most places in the world, In fairness, I think that race relations in Cuba are twenty times better than they are in the States, and I believe the revolution is committed to eliminating racism completely. I also feel that tine special period has changed conditions in Cuba. It’s brought in lots of white tourists, many of whom are racists and expect to be waited on subserviently. Another thing is the joint venture corporations which bring their racist ideas and racist corporate practices, for example not hiring enough blacks. Ali of that means the revolution has to be more vigilant than ever in identifying and dealing with racism.
Parenti: A charge one hears, even on the left, is that institutional racism still exists in Cuba. Is that true? Does one find racist patterns in allocation o/housing, work, or the functions of criminal justice?
Shakur: No. I don’t think institutional racism, as such, exists in Cuba. But at the same time, people have their personal prejudices. Obviously these people, with these personal prejudices, must work somewhere, and must have some influence on the institutions they work in. But I think it’s superficial to say racism is institutionalized in Cuba. I believe that there needs to be a constant campaign to educate people, sensitize people, and analyze racism. The fight against racism always has two levels; the level of politics and policy but also the level tof individual consciousness. One of the things that influences ideas about race in Cuba is that the revolution happened in 1959, when the world had a very limited understanding of what racism was. During the 1960s, the world saw the black power movement, which I, for one, very much benefited from. You know “black is beautiful,” exploring African art, literature, and culture. That process didn’t really happen in Cubar. Over the years, the revolution accomplished so much that most people thought that meant the end of racism. For example, I’d say that more than 90% of black people with college degrees were able to do so because of the revolution. They were in a different historical place. The emphasis, for very good reasons, was on black-white unity and the survival of the revolution. So it’s only now that people in the universities are looking into the politics of identity.
Parenti: Are you still a revolutionary?
Shakur: I am still a revolutionary, because I believe that in the United States there needs to be a complete and profound change in the system of so-called democracy. It’s really a “dollarocracy.” Which millionaire is going to get elected? Can you imagine if you went to a restaurant and the only thing on the menu was dried turd or dead fungus. That’s not appetizing. I feel the same way about the political spectrum in the U.S. What exists now has got to go. All of it: how wealth is distributed, how the environment is treated. If you let these crazy politicians keep ruling, the planet will be destroyed.
Parenti: In the 1960s, organizations you worked with advocated armed self-defense. How do you think social change can best be achieved in the States today?
Shakur: I still believe in self-defense and self-determination for Africans and other oppressed people in America. I believe in peace, but I think it’s totally immoral to brutalize and oppress people, to commit genocide against people, and then tell them they don’t have the right to free themselves in whatever way they deem necessary. But right now the most important thing is consciousness raising. Making social change and social justice means people have to be more conscious across the board, inside and outside the movement, not only around race, but around class, sexism, the ecology, whatever. The methods of 1917, standing on a comer with leaflets, standing next to someone saying “Workers of the world unite” won’t work. We need to use alternative means of communication. The old ways of attaining consciousness aren’t going to work. The little Leninist study groups won’t do it. We need to use video, audio, the Internet. We also need to work on the basics of rebuilding community. How are you going to organized or liberate your community if you don’t have one? I live in Cuba, right? We get U.S. movies here, and I am sick of the monsters; it’s the tyranny of the monsters. Every other movie is fear and monsters. They’ve even got monster babies. People are expected to live in this world of alienation and tear. I hear that in the States people are even afraid to make eye contact in the streets. No social change can happen if people are that isolated. So we need to rebuild a sense of community and that means knocking on doors and reconnecting.
I was running back and forth across the basketball court, dodging, shooting, passing etc. It was about thirty minutes into practice and we were going a scrimmage against ourselves. It was still zero to zero with a minute left. I stole the ball and made my way down court. As I was about to shoot my eye caught someone standing in the doorway of the gym. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Bright y/e/c eyes, flowing hair, rosy cheeks, just completely perfect. I stood still and blocked out all the screams at me as I dropped the ball and walked off the court. My coach and team yelling behind me. I made my way over to the unbelievably attractive girl.
“Hi, sorry. Not to sound weird but are you new here?”
“Uh yeah.” she tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear.
“I thought so, I’d remember a beautiful face like yours.”
“Thanks.” she laughed a little.
I couldn’t figure out what it was but there was something pulling me to her. Obviously she was gorgeous but her voice was music to my ears and her laugh made my heart beat a million miles per minute.
“What’s your name?”
“Y/N.” she smiled. “And what about you handsome?”
My heart took off like a race car. She called me handsome! A grin the size of the great wall of china spread across my face.
“Derek Hale. Nice to meet you Y/N.”
“Uh Derek don’t you have a practice to be at?” she asked me. I turned around and faced my team who were all yelling at me wit angry faces still.
“Uh nah.” I waved them off. “Your more important.”
“Is that so?” she giggled but I nodded. “Okay well I better go.”
“No, you should stay. Practice is almost over anyways.”
“I can’t I have to finish touring the school before tomorrow.”
“Well then I’ll show you around. Just wait five minutes I have to shower than I can take you on a tour.”
“I’m not taking no for an answer so wait right here I’ll be right back!”
I ran off towards the locker rooms but my coach stopped me.
“Hale what are you doing!”
“Hey Coach sorry but I have to leave practice early today, sorry!” I said than made a beeline for the locker room. I showered in record time and got dressed in my sweats and a sweatshirt before I ran back out and found Y/N waiting for me by the door.
“Thanks for waiting.” I smiled.
I led her around the school purposely putting my hand on her back whenever I could. I made a couple jokes because I loved her laugh. I really liked this girl. After the tour I took her back towards the parking lot.
“So Y/N, I hope you have a great first day tomorrow and remember if you need any help at all, I’ll be around somewhere.”
“Thanks Derek see you tomorrow!” she started to walk away and I got the courage to ask what I’ve been wanting to ask since I saw her.
“Wait Y/N.” she turned and hummed. “I know we just met and this is really sudden but I can’t help but like you and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go on a date with me this weekend?”
“I would like that Derek.” she smiled and kissed my cheek.
She walked to her car and let me standing there with a giant smile on my face. I never believed in love at first sight but….this felt a hell of a lot like it.
Hope you like it, I was bored so this is what I came up with :) KEEP REQUESTING!
Request: could i also request a scenario wherein you and taehyung know each other as acquaintances bc you guys happen to be at the park all the time but he sees you as his huge crush? and then one day you brought children with you to the park and taehyung was so confused only to realize that you work part time as a pre school teacher? thank you once again!!
Taehyung held the leash tightly, it was a busy morning in the park as there were more people jogging, walking or going around with their dogs than the usual normal amount. That of course had an effect on Soonshim who was watching excitedly everything that moved around her, wanting to approach each dog that passed past them. Soonshim was a friendly dog that liked people and other dogs and Taehyung wouldn’t usually have an issue with it, most of the times he would be glad to walk with her to greet every possible dog in the park because he was a well aware dog fanatic. But right now Taehyung knew he couldn’t go too far of his current spot by the big oak tree.
That was the spot were he usually lingered about a little every morning, at first it was only because the tree was really nice, but now he knew there was something else. Someone to be specific.
Each morning he almost waited for you, almost, because he didn’t want to say he waited, more like he killed time around that spot until you appeared. Every single time he saw you with your dog, a beautiful english setter that was as friendly as Soonshim. Taehyung usually paid more attention to the dogs than their owners but in this case he had to make an exception. Everyday he couldn’t stop his eyes from going at your direction, watching you smile and play with your dog, your pretty way of walking, and of course those times when Soonshim and your dog, Amelie, played together under both your gazes. Through those times Taehyung had find out your name, YN, that you were close in age, the fact that you lived close by and that Amelie liked the company of other dogs. He had also found out you had a gorgeous smile.
Soonshim pulled at her leash when a woman trotted near them with a poodle. Taehyung kept still, telling Soonshim to be a little more patient.
-Just a minute Soonshimie- he said softly. -She will come soon-
The dog looked at him like she was questioning Taehyung’s stalkerish antics. Like she knew what he was doing. Taehyung sighed, crouching down to caress her neck vigorously, looking at her dog in the eyes as he spoke -No judging Soonshim, we are friends and friends do not judge-
The dog pulled at the leash once again, obviously seeing something else that grabbed her attention. Only when he heard a voice he found out what it was.
WHAT is that fic about if you don't mind me asking? Barry? Hurley! I am intrigued
weLL SINCE YOU ASKED
It’s a very self indulgent AU where everyone is a battlewagon racer
Magnus has been on his revenge quest to find Calen, and Barry is his best friend/traveling partner. They make their way to Goldcliff following a rumor Barry heard about a new gang leader who calls himself Calen.
When they get there, they go to investigate this gang hideout and basically ruin the careful sting operation of Lieutenant Hurley on accident. Whoops!
They all escape together and Hurley drops some exposition. Basically this gang has been stirring up a lot of trouble recently, but they’ve also made some really strong and influential connections. Hurley suspects current Goldcliff government officials of being involved in some nasty stuff, using this new gang as a cover up and go between, but she hasn’t been able to prove anything. She explains that Calen had entered a bid in this battlewagon Grand Prix, and if his team wins, he’ll basically be untouchable and she’ll lose every lead she had and all the bad crimes will get significantly worse.
Magnus and Barry agree to team up with Hurley to stop them, as long as Magnus gets to take out Calen himself. Hurley agrees and explains her plan to beat them.
Step 1: get the best racers
Step 2: build the best wagon
Step 3: Win the Grand Prix
Easy enough, time for a cool action movie montage!
Hurley sends Magnus and Barry to recruit Lup and Taako, a notorious duo of racers and thieves. They haven’t been on the track lately, but Hurley insists they need to recruit them before Calen can.
So Magnus and Barry roll into the lonely hearts cantina all cool and imposing and then immediately ruin everything because these boys are weak for hot elves apparently.
Taako “agrees” to join their team if and only if Magnus and Barry can beat him and Lup in a race. If they lose, they give Taako the arcane code that Hurley has.
Magnus, who is very flustered at this point because Taako is working him tf over with that +4 CHA mod, agrees. Barry can’t help because Lup is just as good at this as her brother is and basically Magnus and Barry never stood a chance lmao
As they leave Lup is like “I can’t believe that worked” and Taako is like “mmm yeah I can believe it. Hey, that guy was hot, don’t you think?” “Yeah.” “Yeah.”
Hurley is FURIOUS but not surprised and tries to coach Magnus and Barry how to NOT suck at battlewagon racing. The day comes for the race and Barry and Magnus lose, obviously, but Taako decides that it’d be more fun to join them anyways. (Because Taako may be a little weak for Magnus, and Taako MAY not have felt as alive as he did while racing Magnus for a long time, and Lup is down, and they’re both kinda bored, and hey maybe they’ll steal the arcane core later anyways). (They won’t).
They proceed to recruit Merle, a mercenary who knows all the baddest racers from the old days and Avi (Hurley’s police partner).
Hurley then explains that they need to go get one more thing, a part for the wagon that they actually need to nab from another racing gang that’s allied with Calen.
They break in and right before they break into a fight, three badass ladies in masks swoop in and kick the asses of the other gang. Everyone is very impressed but Hurley freaks the fuck out and tackles the main gal.
It’s a hug tackle.
Hurley and sloane used to race together but Sloane disappeared after they lost a race and Hurley hasn’t seen her or heard from her and what the fuck Sloane?!
They all go back to Hurley’s garage and Sloane explains that she left to settle a “personal thing” and ended up joining up with Killian and Carey and basically? Because vigilante crime girls. They were after the same part Hurley was, because the leader of that gang had stolen it from Sloane.
So now the squad is Barry, Magnus, Taako, Lup, Merle, Avi, Killian, Carey, Hurley, and Sloane.
They do some training montages and stuff and then it’s the main race!