my way to protest

  • Protesters riot: These people need to learn how to protest peacefully! There has to be a better way!
  • Protesters sit out during playing of national anthem: This is outrageous! There has to be a better way!
  • Protesters sit in at whites only restaurant: I'm outraged that they could be so inconsiderate of people on their lunch hour! There has to be a better way!
  • Protesters raise a black-fisted glove on medal podium at Olympics: The games are about unity, stop trying to divide us! There has to be a better way!
  • Protesters march during rush hour stopping traffic: Gah! Why do they have to do it this way? I'm on my way to work!! There has to be a better way!
  • Protesters put hands up in solidarity before St. Louis Rams game: Ugh! Inappropriate! Shut up and play the game! There has to be a better way!
  • Protesters wear t-shirts that read "I can't breathe," before a sporting event: This isn't the platform for that, respect the game. There has to be a better way!
  • Protesters make passionate speech on BET: That's reverse racism. All lives matter! There has to be a better way!
  • Protesters disrupt political rally: Ugh! We're not here to see you speak!
  • Look here Folks: "At a certain point, people are going to need to admit to themselves that they're not upset about how black people are protesting, they are upset that black people are protesting." – Jim Patnoudes

part of the “Goddamn, I fucking love that girl.” series

Negan x Number 6 (reader - Y/N)

Y/N=your name

Negan language, sexy talk

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  Damn it! The one fucking morning I can sleep in and the stupid fucking sun wakes me. I roll over to find y/n already gone. Shit, I was hoping for a little morning de-light.

    I crawl out of bed, my joints protesting. I groan making my way to the bathroom. I look in the mirror, not liking what I see. Shit, what exactly does she see in me? I look like I was fucking run over by a hoard of walkers. I’m old, probably look older. I’m thinner than before the fucking end. I mean, who the fuck isn’t? I know I wear a perpetual fucking scowl.

  And I’m not an idiot. I know why my wives are my wives. I know I’m not a fucking catch. I give him them safety, I give them luxury in a world where it’s non existent. I give them attention, nothing like a good fuck to get your mind off of shit. I give them status, standing, they are to be treated differently than the others. They seem content with this, wanting nothing more, nothing less from me.

  Except for doll. She never expected anything from me. She asked to still work. Of course, I had to fucking say no, nope. The point system is not for my wives. She asked to work for free. Again, no. I told her… Sweetheart, we have a system in place for a reason, it works, and your place is here with me.

  She agreed, no bitching, no fucking fighting. OK, Negan, you know what works, I will follow your rules.  Don’t get me wrong, doll is no fucking pushover. We’ve had our share of arguments, she’s a fucking hellcat that one. But she respects me. Respect without fear.

 The bedroom door opening startles me out of my thoughts. Y/N enters carrying the little shitter, otherwise known as the puppy I found on one of the last runs. She’s cooing at him, telling him what a good boy he is for not doing his business inside. Telling him he’s so brave for not being afraid of the fence walkers.

  She notices me in the bath doorway, making her way quickly to me, placing the pup in his pen she made him.

 There’s my handsome husband! She jumps into my arms like we’ve been apart for months. I missed you! She whispers in my ear.

 Doll, I tell her, we were in bed together just a fucking hour ago. We spent more than half the night doing the fuckity fuck dance. I wink at her, seeing her blush. She still acts so shy and innocent around me. The thing is, it isn’t a fucking act, she is embarrassed by anything remotely sexual. And that fucking does something to me.

  She answers me,  I know Negan, but I hate being away from you. You are my safe place, my home. When we’re apart, it’s like, I don’t know, it’s as if I’m missing part of myself. Please don’t laugh at me, Negan, it’s just how I feel

   I sit down on the edge of the bed, still holding her in my arms. I kiss the top of her head, smelling the floral shampoo I found her on a run. I haven’t a fucking clue what it was, y/n said it was her favorite flower, she was so happy, squeezing the life out of me. It’s those little things she loves.

 I tell her I wouldn’t laugh at that. But I don’t tell her that I feel the same. I hate being apart from her. I hate wondering if she’s okay. I hate feeling so needy. But I love her, and I am beginning to believe she does love me, even though in my eyes, I am unlovable.

 She’s staring at me. I ask her why.

 I know this is sappy, I’m sappy. She giggles. But I can’t believe you love me, want me. I’m just y/n, the girl nobody loved.

  I sigh, smiling down at her. I tell her, I love you doll, more than you could ever know.

I hate when she talks shit about herself.

 She begins stroking my cheek. I love your scruff, babe, keep it, maybe?

 I’ll keep it for you doll. She smiles that stunning smile. Anything for you baby girl. Anything.

Goddamn, I fucking love that girl.

anonymous asked:

Yeah the way I chose to spend my birthday is protesting an angry cheeto and at a few points during the march I would tell people I was taking to that it was my birthday and say "yeha this is my party, thanks for coming" and everyone I talked to laughed and said something a long The lines of "yeah, thanks for having me here"

it was such a positive and peaceful environment!!! i didn’t see any violence or riots or destruction

also on the shuttle from my hotel to the metro stop a family sat behind me and my mom and the dad pointed out my mcr hoodie and i was like ‘yea’ and the girl was like omg and she had a helena tattoo and i told her about my fameous last words tattoo and she said hers had an umbrella next to it and i was like omg MINE HAD AN UNBRELLA and it was wild…

happy bday tho!! you’ll never forget this one!

((I’m on my way to the protests in my nearest city with my brother and our coworkers. Out rights have been blatantly threatened. Despite my non-binary lifestyle, I still have ovaries. I’m still in love with a wonderful young woman. And I will not sit by and act like its going to be okay.

Will update.

Goddess be with us all.))

anonymous asked:

Back in November, on the night of the election, I found myself crying, wondering how things could have gone so wrong. Well, I reached out to you and asked you for some reassurance. I had lost all hope and I then you very kindly answered me. Your response inspired me, and pushed me to do something I have never done before. I, publicly, took a stand today. I marched for me and for my nieces and nephews who deserve a world full of hope and this is only the beginning. Thank you.

This message brought tears to my eyes! This is especially important as I could not march today (I sponsored a marcher instead). Sometimes, when we speak, we think no one is actually listening so to receive a message like this means so much to me. I am so very glad you didn’t lose hope and that I could help in some way.

Now it’s my turn to thank you. Those protests gave me spirit and hope. They made me realize that I am part of the MAJORITY of Americans who don’t want what Trump has to offer. And it is heartening to see that the people in those crowds were part of organizations already in place, ready to fight the good fight. I am very optimistic, though we will be mortified along the way by this man and his government.  There is an infrastructure. There is purpose. We have allies in the men who stand alongside of women to bring about a change. And the people who were seduced by Trump’s false promises will come to realize that he never meant to do anything for them, only using them to get into office. And the resistance will continue to grow. I intend to remain active in every capacity I can because I believe things will turn around.

Thank you for this note. I can’t tell you how much it means to me.

I was supposed to be getting better. The doctors told me my heart was getting stronger and that I would see my symptoms start to lessen in a few months. And it did!
But then they came back. My joints are creaking and cause agonizing pain if I try and walk more than half a mile. My muscles feel like stone, and I can barely move. My nausea and vertigo is returning and my head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton on a good day.
Today, I was supposed to run an important errand and then join the protests downtown. But on my way back from the hospital I felt my legs start to wobble and my hip began to lock up. I told myself I was just going to stop by the house, take some painkillers, and then get downtown. I sat down in my chair for a few minutes before the storm hit.
Suddenly I felt like I was weighted down by a ton of bricks and the room was spinning so fast I couldn’t open my eyes. I wanted so badly to be a part of a resistance, but my body was there to remind me that I can’t have that. It sabotaged me like it does every time I try and commit to something important to me.

All I want is to feel in control of my body again, sick or healthy.

A Night of Glamorous Inaugural Balls After a Day of Protests: Part 2

The new president and his wife danced to Frank Sinatra’s song “My Way,” a far cry from the fires and protests block from parade route earlier.

no, you know what, I still can’t believe I got called a protestant on my own blog.

call me a heretic and I’ll laugh and uncomfortably cop to a little bit of heresy, the same old lines of dissent between liberal laity and the magisterium that have existed for decades.

cafeteria catholic? absolutely, you’ve got me there, there’s no two ways about it.

there’s even a bunch of Latin phrases you could sling at me and I’d shrug and accept, because ‘subversiva hierarchiae’ won’t ever sound not cool.

but protestant????