red and black beats

anonymous asked:

You ever think that maybe beating the shit out of people you disagree with and destroying public property is doing more harm than good? Like, here's a crazy thought, maybe not everyone who goes to Trump rallies and wears a make america great again hat are "Fascist Nazis" and you're actually in the wrong? I don't know if you've ever watched a movie before, but the bad guys are usually the ones who wear black and red.

“You ever think that maybe beating the shit out of people you disagree with and destroying public property is doing more harm than good?“

Yeah, Anon, that is 100% a totally accurate depiction of anti-fascism.  The 4000+ posts on this blog have been about nothing but property destruction and beating people up.  You should write a book & go on the lecture circuit with your astute observations.  Along with your suggestions about what people should do about the fascist shits trying to publicly organize pogroms - OH WAIT YOU HAVE NO CREDIBLE IDEAS!!!  Oh well.  

“Like, here’s a crazy thought, maybe not everyone who goes to Trump rallies and wears a make america great again hat are “Fascist Nazis” and you’re actually in the wrong?“

Hmm.  Let’s see.

So here’s white supremacist leader and convicted felon Nathan Damigo punching a woman in at a Trump rally.  Nathan did five years for a hate crime against a cab driver that he targeted because the cabbie “looked Iraqi” and spent much of his prison time in white supremacist prison gangs.   Once released, he became the literal poster boy for the neo-nazi National Youth Front and the white supremacist but spelling-challenged Identity Evropa. How could we possibly mistake him for a nazi, right?  

Oh look!  Isn’t that Kyle “Based Stickman” Chapman getting arrested at a Trump rally for assault?  Not his first run-in with the law, given that he’s also a convicted felon with a rap sheet that includes robbery, theft, and unlawful possession of a shotgun.  Certainly anyone with that kind of criminal history who’s now facing five new felony charges wouldn’t then decide to wander through town picking fights with black skateboarders, right?  Maybe he should’ve stayed home and checked out the neo-nazi Facebook pages he devotedly follows instead.  Totally not a nazi himself, though, obvs!

Maybe you’re referring to ordinarily, totally-not-a-nazi common folk like MAGA hat-wearing, Trump rally-attending Matthew Heimbach, pictured here assaulting a black woman at a Trump rally (but of course that doesn’t count as beating people you disagree with or violating someone’s free speech rights with violence, right Anon?).  Hemibach’s on-record as being an anti-Semitic, anti-immigrant homophobe who believes that race-mixing should be a crime; that Mexicans living in California are a “problem,”  and that “white” people should live in their own ethnically-segregated state.  When he’s not at Trump rallies he likes to go to things like Aryan Terror Brigade shows, KKK rallies, and National Socialist Movement gatherings.  

Seems like if it walks like a nazi and makes noises like a nazi, it’s probably a nazi, Anon.  

“I don’t know if you’ve ever watched a movie before, but the bad guys are usually the ones who wear black and red.“

We don’t know if you’ve ever realized that movies aren’t reality, Anon, but we’re shocked that this is something you’d point out like it was a valid and reasonable point to make.

Shocked, we are!


mrmahoney69  asked:

So let me get this straight. You guys like to "march" in a "paramilitary" fashion wear black and red uniforms on free speech rally's, "beat people up" destroy everything you can get your hands on, burn American flags and destroy statues of American civil war veterans and are " Fighting against Fascism by any means necessary"? Geee who does that sound like.... Hmmmm it was back in the late 1920's in Germany....u guys ARE the NAZI''S of the 21st century since the only REAL Nazi's left are like 90.


The History of King Crimson (1968-2014)

The signs as Black Butler characters

Aries: Joker, Grell Sutcliff, Baldroy

Taurus: Agni, Jumbo, Tanaka

Gemini: Lau, The triplets (Thompson, Timber, Canterbury), Vincent Phantomhive

Cancer: Beast, Soma Asman Kadar, Hannah Annafellows

Leo: Ronald Knox, Dagger, Elizabeth Midford

Virgo: Sebastian Michaelis, Angela Blanc, Charles Phipps

Libra: Doll, Aleister Chamber, Drocell

Scorpio: Alois Trancy, Undertaker, Madam Red

Sagittarius: Ciel Phantomhive, Charles Gray, Ash

Capricorn: Claude Faustus, William T. Spears, Francis Midford

Aquarius: Mey-Rin, Snake, Doctor

Pisces: Finnian, Paula, Gregory Violet

Heartbeat (Hyungwon)

Pairing: Hyungwon x Reader

Type: Soulmate AU

Genre: fluff


Originally posted by hyungwvn

You and your soulmate are connected by heartbeat - you have a monitor on your wrist that indicates your soulmate’s heartbeat… 

  • You were born with a glowing line on your wrist
  • it was a soft, light red line that beeped to the heartbeat of your soulmate
  • you grew up loving to watch the heartbeat move on your wrist, finding it very soothing 
  • you loved to watch it speed up when they were active, and slow when they fell asleep
  • naturally you were always worried that one day, the line would just stop moving, like some people’s
  • thankfully, as long as you watched, you could see the heartbeat continue to move
  • every now and again, you would run your fingers over it when it would speed up, hoping that if your soulmate was anxious, that they would be calmed
  • little did you know how true that was
  • ever since he was young, whenever Hyungwon felt his heart race, he would feel a warm presence, like he was being comforted
  • he would look to the monitor on his wrist, secretly thanking whoever his soulmate was for helping him out
  • as the years went on, you could see that there were times that your soulmate’s heartbeat sped up like they were exercising
  • you started to theorize that maybe your soulmate was an athlete, or maybe an idol
  • you had recently become a big fan of Monsta X, adoring their talent and meme-y-ness of the group
  • you had finally saved enough money to purchase tickets to go to one of the events they were doing nearby
  • you got in line for the hi touch (ive never been to one of these bear with me) and anxiously awaited your turn
  • meanwhile, while sitting at the table, Hyungwon had noticed that the heartbeat on his wrist had started to speed up a bit
  • he gave it a gentle touch, hoping it might slow down a bit and you would calm down
  • sure enough, he watched as the heartbeat eased up a bit, and you felt a wave of comfort wash over you
  • a little while later, it was finally your turn, and you could feel your heart speed up again nervously
  • you went down the line one by one, greeting every member with a smile
  • eventually you ended up at the very end of the table, where Hyungwon was sitting
  • as you reached out to touch hands, you noticed that the heartbeat monitor on your wrist was fading from a soft red glow to a solid black line, solidifying the last beat it was on
  • you began to panic, thinking that you had lost your soulmate for good, when you looked over to see that Hyungwon’s wrist had the same heartbeat on his, fading into black
  • you two silently looked at each other with wide eyes, realizing what had just happened
  • you saw as he took a deep breath, maintaining your composure to not startle the fans 
  • he began frantically writing on the album you brought for the group to sign, eventually handing it back to you with a smile and a wink what a cutie
  • you walked away, feeling just a twinge of disappointment that your soulmate had not even said anything to you, when you looked at what he wrote
  • the writing said: “i’m sorry I can’t say anything, but I don’t want to worry the other monbebes. Here’s my number, give me a call when you can. I can’t wait to meet you…” with a winking face and a heart drawn at the end be still my heart
  • you put the number into your phone, waiting a few hours before doing anything
  • once you felt like the time was appropriate, you pressed the number to call
  • you heard a voice, Hyungwon’s voice, at the other end of the line
  • “It’s me, from the hi touch. I believe we’re soulmates? I was the one with the heartbeat” you told him
  • you heard silence at the end of the line, and you worried that he didn’t believe you
  • “I was hoping you’d call…” he answered. “I’m sorry we didn’t get to talk-”
  • “I get it. I understand”
  • you could hear another voice on the other line asking him if this was the person he had met earlier, his soulmate
  • you heard Hyungwon answer them, and that’s when you heard chaos ensue
  • you listened as someone snatch the phone, begging you to get this kid’s butt out of bed more and get him out of the house
  • you laughed as you heard Hyungwon snatch back the phone, yelling at the others to leave him alone. You heard a door slam, indicating that he had gone into another room
  • “sorry about that” he apologized as you continued to giggle. “I was wondering if you would be interested in going out sometime. Dinner, maybe?”
  • “I’m free tonight, if you’re up for it,” you told him
  • “It’s a date…by the way, I never got your name. I know you know mine, but…”
  • “It’s (Y/N)” you told him.
  • “Well, (Y/N), I’ll see you tonight,” he told you
  • after texting each other and ironing out the details, you took a deep breath
  • you guessed you should be thankful that he can’t see how fast your heart is beating any more, because now it was racing
  • but for now, you had to get prepared to officially meet with your soulmate
  • you would always look back at that heartbeat fondly, knowing that you had a piece of him with you always

💘 @girlwithtambler 💘 I hope you’ll like it 😘 :}

( NSFW Content below that line!)
A-Z Nsfw Headcanons.

(With Gaspard Ulliel as young Regulus Black)
(This one got me fucked uuup for real, shiet 💓)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) :
He’ll lay there on the bed with you and will wrap his hands around your body, pulling you very close to his own. Just holding you in his arms closely, silently. You can hear his heavy but steady breathing, your back to his chest. He loves keeping you close.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) :
Your eyes and lips. He loves how expressive your eyes are, loves glancing at you from across the room and locking his orbs with yours, they strike him every time. And your lips, especially when they curve up in a mischievous smile, drive him crazy. Is a massive fan of biting on your bottom lip when making out.
He knows how much you love it when he clenches his jaw and so that’s his favourite part of his body,( and very often he does it on purpose ;) )

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) :
One thing makes him loose his mind everytime - it’s when right before he is done, pulls out of you so you can kneel in front of him and take him in your mouth. It makes him want to fuck you again.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) :
There’s a part of him that loves making you feel sexually frustrated and out of your skin. He knows how you can’t hold still under his gaze and very often he corners you, hands on either side of your face, he looks you straight in the eyes. You always turn your head to the side, and he always puts a finger under your chin and makes you look at him. It turns him on so much, because your face turns so red, your heart beats so fast, you feel like blacking out and it’s all so delicious, ‘cause it’s because of him. And he knows it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?):
Was never the one to open up easily to someone; feelings and emotions were two things he preffered not to occupy his mind with. They were just there. Period. However in himself he knew he can not just take a girl for one night, because as much as he’d hate or not care to admit it, he’d cherish her feelings too much to do it. So not terribly experienced, becuase of the constant controversy in his heart. But knows what he wants and knows how to get it. Is not some confused boy, but refuses to jump into anything without thinking about it for a long period of time.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) :
Against a wall of from behind. Any position that gives him full control over you, but lets him feel you up and pull you very very close, and still watch you closely and kiss you passionately.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) :
It seems like he’s always serious. Is actually burning from the inside with a huge intensity. His actions show it all, despite his stoic expression.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) :
Has hair down there, but is actually very clean and likes keeping it groomed. As long as you’re neat and clean he doesn’t care if you have hair downstairs or not.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Always very passionate. Would not say it, but you can feel how emotional he gets when you have sex. It’s one of his ways of showing you his emotions. By the way his body moves, by the way he breaths or grunts, or pulls your hair or kisses you, bites you, that’s how you know what he’s feeling.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) :
He’s always jacking off fast, like he’s in a rush. When he’s horny he sees a red screen and wants to have it right there, right then. Is not patient at all and won’t beat around the bush. He’ll go find somewhere he can do it and will do it fast. Same goes for sex - impatient and wants you all for himself.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) :
Biting and scratching are his thing. He’ll push you on the bed, will loose his tie with the same serious expression, will toss it aside and climb on top of you. Loves biting your neck, even bruising it. Biting you all over drives him insane and if you scratch his back and leave red lines for a couple of days it’d be perfect!

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do):
Any place where you can be all alone, so he can do whatever the hell he wants to you ;)

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) :
You’ll have to show some real effort to get him crawling for you, because he has some real self-control, but if he decides it’s happening, then - it’s happening.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) :
Being pressured to talk about his feelings, his thoughts, his opinions. Those are things he keeps locked and secure because they make him feel like there’s more he has to know, more he has to experience, more he has to see, and maybe even more to change in himself and he may be not ready for all of this. Being told the same things over and over again since he was a little kid, he can’t just shut the door to all of this.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) :
Blowjobs are magical, every guy knows that. Has the tendency to tangle his fingers in your hair or pull it up in a pony tail so he can look at your face and guide you - sometimes he likes it slow and teasing, sometimes fast and rough.
The same applies to eating you out - may do it like a savage, using all he has - his whole mouth, his fingers, biting you, kissing you, gripping your hips.
Or he may do start off slowly and with some teasing, so eventually he can do the same and completely make you loose your mind.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) :
Can be either, depending on the night and the mood.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.):
Not a huge fan. You’re either all the way in or all the way out.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) :
The more you get to know him, the more you’ll realise he has some freaky kinks and desires. Breathplay, shower sex, spanking, or lighting up a candle and letting the little drops of hot wax fall on your thighs and stomach.
Who would have thought? The more comfortable he gets around you, the more bits and parts of his soul he’ll leave exposed for you, including his deepest darkest fantasies.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) :
Can last very long, you can change so many positions and do so much until he cums. Has some freaky self control.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?):
Collars and chokers. Velvet ones, or with gems, with a leash or without. The leather ones are his favourite. Tying your hands behind your back and pulling you against his chest while he’s holding you up by the leash of your choker, that’s so up his alley.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) :
Likes teasing you if he’s in the mood. Though usually he’s impatient and just wants to feel in wrapped around his dick and moaning his name as soon as possible.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) :
Usually clenches his jaw a lot and tenses his whole body. Lets out some low grunts from time to time. Loves it when you scream and moan loudly.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) :
Is not the one to randomly talk with a stranger or a girl. Is very observant and likes to take his time and get a really good perception of what a person is like before he goes and talks to them. But he couldn’t keep his eyes off you and even though it was very hard to read him, you couldn’t help but notice the very intense way he was looking at you. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) :
An average size, not too thick, but usually thrusts so deep and hard in you, it feels twice the size.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) :
The more you get to know him, the more you come to realise he loves sex and has some crazy ass ideas. Coming to the point of knowing him very well will take quite some time though.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) :
Can’t fall asleep if he doesn’t have his arms around you, like it or not. He’s protective and wants to feel you close. Once that’s done will fall asleep pretty quickly.


Klaus x Salvatore!Reader 

Requested By Anon

Warnings: sad ending

Part Two

There were few things in your long life that still gave you comfort. One of those had been Niklaus. At least until he sent you away and attempted to kill your brothers, hoping the distance between you would stop messages from your brothers reaching you.


Unfortunately for the hybrid he’d underestimated the bond the three of you had. While it was true your brothers seemed to be caught in a never ending battle, there was one thing in the world that would, without a doubt have them joining forces ever time. You.


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As I’ve said before, it can be exhausting being a Palestinian.

So as I was walking in the mall and distracted on my phone, I noticed two people staring at me out of the corner of my eye. I ignored it and kept walking, until I got closer and realized they were still staring. I looked up, and sure enough, they were glaring right at me, and started speaking loudly in Hebrew. As I got closer, the Hebrew got louder, and I instantly realized that the at least one of the two people [one man and one woman] must’ve been a former Israeli soldier [after dealing with so many of them, it’s easy to discern their posture and presence]. They singled me out because I was wearing a shirt that read “Palestinian Defense Forces” and was carrying my laptop that has a sticker that reads “Free Palestine, end Israeli Apartheid” and “there is no occupation!”.

I mostly ignored them and remained on my way [and was super sad to find that they’d closed Tommy’s Burgers in the food court]. On my way back, I passed the two again, and sure enough they were still staring. This time, the man I’d figured was an Israeli soldier begins jeering at me “Palestine? That’s next to Narnia right? Neither of them exist!” and he asks me for a selfie while jeering. Against my very nature, I say nothing and keep walking. Sure enough, he begins following me, asking me to stop and talk to him while berating me with taunts of how “you don’t understand apartheid, it is Israelis who are under apartheid. Palestine doesn’t exist, you don’t know what you’re talking about!”.

Against my better judgement, I respond to him as he continuously asks me to stop walking and talk to him, and I say “we’re not in the West Bank, you have no control over me here”. He tells me again that there’s no Palestine, and that I’m a liar who “must be getting paid well” [funny, considering the Israeli government has a program that pays people to spread Israeli propaganda around the globe]. He accuses me of “not knowing what it’s really like over there, because you’ve never been”. Again, against my better judgement, I respond to him as I continue making my way towards the exit, telling him that I’ve actually just returned from Palestine and have spent a significant portion of my life there. He confirms my suspicions by telling me that he was in the Israeli Defense Forces, and therefore knows the “truth” about what’s happening. He asks me how I knew he was in the IDF, and I tell him that they’re easy to spot after being surrounded by them for so long & his posture gives it away. He responds by telling me he can tell from my posture that I’m a “liar”.

He immediately asks me what village I’m from, what my name is, and where I’m going to university here. To the average person, this would be freaky enough. Take into account that the Israeli government, through the help of Zionists & Israelis here in the US, catalogue Palestinians in the US and do everything in their power to intimidate and shut us down for any speech or actions we take critical of Israel, exemplified in my recent post of the David Horowitz and how he spreads racist flyers targeting Palestinian students around the US. And here I am - a Palestinian who has been previously hounded by the Israeli government being followed by an Israeli soldier in freaking central California, half a world away from the brutal military occupation I’ve just recently returned from, with a soldier who has the audacity to treat me as if we’re at a checkpoint in Palestine and he has any authority over me here demanding my information.

All the while, he has his phone out and I catch that he has a note open and is typing. He continues to goad me as he follows me out of the mall, trying to get under my skin and trip me up. One of his questions was “If your parents are Palestinian and born in Palestine, what are you doing here? Why did they come here?” to which I responded “If you’re an Israeli soldier, what are YOU doing here?”

Whatever few things I’d say in response to his incessant barrage, he’d simply ignore and call “lies against Israel”, while he continued to lob fantasies of his own, from “there is no occupation”, to “there is no Palestine”, to “Israelis are the only ones truly oppressed”, to “You’re not even from there, you’re just being paid by someone to spread lies about Israel”, etc.

In Palestine, we can’t even leave our homes without the approval of the Israeli military, have frequent curfews and roadblocks preventing us from even leaving our towns, and are barred from visiting friends and family in neighboring villages simply because the “soldiers” at the checkpoints don’t feel like letting you through, and these are just a tiny sample of what life under Israeli occupation is like [ignoring the violence, the terrorist Israeli settlers that are protected by the Israeli military (IDF), or their frequent harassment and random detainments, control of our water and electricity, and just their general control of our entire lives.

Here I am, a world away from Palestine in Central freaking California, minding my own business at the mall before class starts, and sure enough, I’m still hounded by an Israeli soldier who follows me as I’m leaving the freaking mall attempting to exert his control over me & dehumanize me, all while trying to get my info and calling me “paranoid” as I ignored his requests [which, as people who know me personally and know the BS I’ve been through with this stuff, will know how hilarious that is].

It’s funny how bothered this grown man, this ~former soldier~, was by my mere open existence as a Palestinian. I didn’t goad him to start this, I didn’t pass by him waving a Palestinian flag in his face, and I didn’t stand around to jeer at him when I figured he was a former Israeli soldier. I kept walking, leaving the mall, as HE followed ME and continuously asked me to stop walking. Further, he kept asking “to have a discussion”, and yet whatever few things I said to him were immediately dismissed as “lies”, while he’d berate me as claiming to be from a place that doesn’t exist.

When people ask us as Palestinian why we don’t “engage” with Zionists or Israelis or the like, this is precisely why. How are you meant to “engage” with people who, for starters, serve in the very force that continues to terrorize your people, or who absolutely refuse to even recognize that you exist. The funny thing is that my parents were born in Palestine, which apparently doesn’t exist to these people. So if Palestine doesn’t exist, where are we from? They won’t say Israel, because as Palestinians we’re legally barred from entering Israel. So we’re not Palestinian, and we’re not Israeli, and it’s this dilemma that frightens Zionists so much. Our mere existence, let alone our proud embrace of our culture and nationality, threaten the narrative that they’ve so carefully weaved, threatens them to the point where they’ll stalk and harass a Palestinian halfway across the world for having the audacity to openly embrace their Palestinian identity.

It’s for this very reason that I fly the Palestinian flag from my car. There was a period where in Palestine & Israel, it was a criminal activity to fly the Palestinian flag or simply show its colors [red, black, white, and green], punishable by beatings carried out by Israeli soldiers, arrests, or being shot and killed. Civilians were killed for the mere act of waving our flag, because again, our very existence is threatening to Israel and Israelis. This ban lasted for nearly 30 years, and also punished those who’d create artwork featuring those colors.

As such, I continue to fly the Palestinian flag wherever I go, in defiance of these Zionists who still refuse to acknowledge the basic fact of our existence.

Detonate // Teen Wolf and Dolan Twins

Summary: Only two months of being miserably single you try to ignore the impulsive need to message Ethan. Not knowing that he’s just as miserable as you but when something terrible happens bring your Beacon Hills family to New Jersey it seems you don’t have a change to get back together or do you?

Characters: Ethan Dolan x McCall!Reader, Grayson Dolan, Sheriff Ryan (OC), Cameron Dolan, Sean and Lisa Dolan, Sheriff Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, and Melissa McCall

Words: 4440

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or any characters that are featured in this. I do not know the Dolan family so this is just a work of fiction. Lancaster High I made up for the story so if it’s a real school, I didn’t know.

Warnings: Swearing, school shooting, death, injury, blood, and a shit ton of angst.

Author: Caitsy

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It was a cold December day that your finger hovered over the contact lit up on your phone in the busy cafeteria making you bite your lip. It had been barely two months since you had last talked to him but you were hurting so bad knowing that you both had thrown your years together away without really trying. He was busy with his career and you were busy trying to survive high school without drowning in the work you were given daily and the decisions about your future.

“Just call him.” Ellen, your best friend, said sympathetically squeezing your forearm.

“I can’t.” You mumbled locking your phone up once again, “He wouldn’t answer and I don’t know what I would say.”

“That you miss him?” Ellen replied, “He misses you.”

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anonymous asked:


HIII GUYS this is just a sneak peak (i’m planning on turning this into a full fic, per Kate’s request) but its just a lot of fluff so enjoy it!


Pairing: Stenbrough

Word Count: 612

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