Protesters took to the streets Wednesday night across the U.S. to mount a rallying cry against Donald Trump’s imminent presidency. In New York City, thousands marched from Union Square to Trump Tower in Midtown. Chicago, Washington, D.C., Seattle and Boston also saw large protests. Video shows their emotional displays and powerful rallying cries.
Londoners awoke Monday morning to find the city’s Parliament Square, in the shadow of Big Ben, filled with empty life jackets. “Life jacket graveyard” is a tribute to refugees who have drowned trying to come to Europe. The powerful display will not be there for long.
I know I worship nature… but please do not mistake me for a “peace, love, and harmony” only pacifist type. Nature is not pacifist in the least. It’s gorgeous and soul-confirming, and will devour you whole if you are not careful. It’s wild and primal and will fill you with a sense of understanding, but it will also trick you to feed you to it’s roots if you step out of line. Remember this.
I am not a pacifist. I am a mother protecting her cub. If you fuck with me or mine I do not sit obediently fearing future retaliation, I will peel the skin from your face and tear out your flesh with my fists and consume it while you watch.
Sometimes the best defense is an overwhelming display of power. Fuck off.
Stiles grew up in the life of knowing that there was always more to life than what others saw with a first glance. Even as a child he saw things that no one else seemed to and always had a fascination with the unusual.
Some considered him an unusual child, but Claudia welcomed every single quirk her son displayed. His mother had a few special talents of her own and thrilled her to see it in her son as well. She’d raised Stiles to always keep his mind open and as grew and started to display his powers, she began to teach him how to use them. She even taught Stiles about werewolves at a young age, his infatuation with them growing once he had learned the truth about her closest friend.
Stiles spent nearly every possible moment that he could roaming the Hale house, following after the middle child most of the time. Derek was three years older than Stiles, but the bond they developed with each other was something their mothers considered out of a story book. Like Derek, Stiles was sensitive to his emotions, but unlike Derek, Stiles didn’t need a scent to figure it out. He could feel it.