resistance is victory


I watched Standing Rock protesters dance for victory. Then the police arrested us.

STANDING ROCK, N.D. — Where there was once a teeming city of prayer and resistance, there is now fire, ash and mud.

On Wednesday, police started forcing out the water protectors of the Oceti Sakowin Camp, which became the front lines of the Dakota Access Pipeline protests. The police raids swept up at least 40 of the remaining water protectors on Thursday, who were determined to camp there until riot police pulled them away. Until the last moments, with smoke billowing over camp and the mud up to their ankles, the Standing Rock resistance danced and sang for victory. Read more (2/25/17 12:15 PM)

My current hopes for the Inception + Angel Heart thing are more focused on the Inception part -

I really hope that it’s focused on Will and Hannibal’s memory palace(s). A memory palace in a memory palace…or where they intersect, shared rooms and all of that. 

It might be an interesting place where Will can explore his desires to go Dark!Will. 

And an interesting inversion from S1 would be Will knowing it’s a memory palace in a memory palace but Hannibal not understanding that, Will using the structure to extract some memory from Hannibal. 

OTTAWA REPORTBACK: Ottawa Against Fascism would like to say thank you to everyone that came out today to stand up against the likes of Soldiers of Odin and the Canadian Coalition for Concerned Citizens! The weather may have not been nice but we showed that fascism will be not tolerated in our communities.This is the third counter demonstration against these Islamophobes organized by Ottawa Against Fascism.

The demo had approximately 40 supporters out to stand against fascism, the SOO, and CCCC.The police were ready for the event, like last time. The CCCC had a nice little box in front the steps so they may have their protest. A protest that they called a permit for. These fascists and Islamophobes should be ashamed of themselves, their own organizations did not even show up! The most these fascists had was one individual with a camera. He came by the end and stayed only minutes. The CCCC and SOO’s turnout was laughable at best!

The no show of these organizations gave the chance for supporters of Ottawa Against Fascism to engage with members of the masses. We were successfully able to use this time to hand out and spread every copy of our statement and leaflet we made.  Allowing us to spread our word against fascism and helping us show members of the masses the true face of CCCC and SOO.

Even though this time these groups didn’t show up. We must still remain vigilant. Wherever these fascists and Islamophobes organize, wherever they try to demonstrate, and wherever they try to recruit and spread their hate. We need to be there, we need to stand against them, we need to organize, and we need to help protect our communities! Whenever fascists organize, they attack the most oppressed in our society. They attack the hard core of the proletariat. The gender oppressed workers, the Indigenous, the refugees, Muslim people and so on. This is one of many reasons we stand against fascism.Drown fascism in a sea of resistance!

Victory to the people!

(TLJ Finn speculation for @diversehighfantasy​)

One fascinating thing about Finn’s story, to me, is that in some ways we’re watching it in reverse. Usually in fiction, we meet our protags in a lower-stakes setting, and we watch them grow through small, daily choices. Ultimately, all of those moments add up, and lead them to The Big Choice, the moment where they choose dark or light. 

Harry Potter comes to mind. When we meet him he’s an 11 year old boy, not a warrior. We watch him play Quidditch, make friends, stand up to bullies, take risks that most people wouldn’t. And we watch his character build. He makes years of daily choices until, eventually, he makes The Choice to sacrifice himself for his friends. 

Finn, though, is the opposite. He was raised without even the most basic of daily choices. From the time he was small, he had no say in his own life. Then, in the span of a few hours, his entire life changes. He goes from believing the First Order’s lies (about them bringing order to the galaxy yada yada), to realizing that the First Order is really, truly evil. In the span of a few hours he reevaluates everything he’s ever been taught and says - No. This is wrong. 

So when we meet Finn, he’s just been confronted with both a) the first real choice in his life and b) The Big Choice. So the very first thing we see him do is decisively choose light over dark, in a way that many other characters take years to do. That life-defining decision happens in a moment, and he’s so sure of his choice, that he’s willing to risk everything to see it through. 

So where does this leave us for The Last Jedi? I don’t have any specific predictions as to what he’ll be doing, but I’m looking forward to seeing Finn make personal, daily choices for the first time in his life. He’s already chosen good over evil, and because of his compassionate heart, we know that he’ll keep choosing that always. 

However, good isn’t *isn’t* always cut and dry. He’ll wake up in the middle of a war, in a faction he didn’t join as much as stumble into, and he’ll have to make his way from there. One daily choice at a time.

Overall, I think that his compassion and creative thinking are going to draw people to him as a leader. In BTA and TFA, he showed quick thinking in high-stakes situations, and I think the Resistance leadership is going to recognize that and make him a mission leader.

I also see his missions being highly successful, precisely because of his talent for creative problem-solving. In BTA, there’s a simulation scene where Slip has fallen behind, and the easiest thing to do would be to leave him. But Finn comes up with a new strategy on the fly, commands his unit, and completes the mission with everyone intact. 

That kind of thinking says a lot about his character, and his ability as a leader. Finn has the intelligence, experience, and heart needed to help lead the Resistance to victory.


Temeraire Series: In His Majesty’s Service - [Part 1]

“But if we have more liberty than we ought,“ Laurence said, after a moment, struggling through, "it is because they have not enough: the dragons. They have no stake in victory but our happiness; their daily bread and nation would give them just to have peace and quiet. We are given licence so long as we do what we ought not; so long as we use their affections to keep them obedient and quiet, to ends which serve them not at all– or which harm.”

“How else do you make them care?” Granby said. “If we left off, the French would only run right over us, and take our eggs themselves.”

“They care in China,” Laurence said, “and in Africa, and they care all the more, that their rational sense is not imposed on, and their hearts put into opposition with their minds. If they cannot be woken to a natural affection for their country, such as we feel, it is our fault, and not theirs.”

-A Victory of Eagles by Naomi Novik

Little Known Black History Fact 2/3/17

In the mid-1800’s, West Africa’s Kru tribe was known among slave traders and colonialists for their resistance to capture and enslavement. They were also invaluable to merchants who visited the region because of their knowledge of the rough coastal waters of the Atlantic Ocean.

The Kru settled in the region now known as Liberia and the Ivory Coast and in some portions of Sierra Leone, most notably Freetown. Evidence of Kru tribesmen on the west coast of Nigeria and in Cameroon has also been reported. In the 1700’s, the Kru were vital cogs in the trade between Europe and other nations as they skillfully navigated small ships in the choppy coastal waters.

The Kru were infamous for fighting for their freedom, reducing their value to slave traders who found them too difficult to tame for slavery. If captured, the Kru would simply kill themselves, rather than become property. In battle, they were fierce even if their weapons were inferior to those of the invaders and often vanquished foes on sheer grit alone.

In 1856, the Kru clashed with The Republic of Maryland, Liberia’s former name. The Grebo people, a subgroup within the Kru ethnic group, assisted in the resistance and their victory over the Maryland settlers became the stuff of legend.

Today, the Kru largely exist in the same areas as they did then, employing tribal hierarchy systems independent of one another. One of the most well-known Kru descendants is Ivorian soccer star Didier Drogba, the all-time top scorer for the Ivory Coast national team and a feared striker for his former team, Chelsea. Drogba helped his nation’s team qualify for its debut appearance in the 2006 World Cup event.

Heads Will Roll

Othardian: Intel is that a Juggernaut class ship had crashed somewhere in the shroud, an officer and his honor guards with strategic information of Garlean forces or perhaps movements. They’ve been hiding out there and finally got communication working and they’ve called for extraction. It is a race to get there first.

Garlean: Reports have come back that there are survivors from the assault on Baelsar’s Wall that have taken refuge from the wrath of the Touched Sylphs. Available resources are being put toward a retrieval effort for these loyal Garlean soldiers who have become lost.
However, in the midst of the retrieval, there comes a distress call..

So it began:

Othardian Resistance Scouts entered the Shroud looking for the ship they were tasked with. What was meant to be a simple recon and potential training opportunity quick turned as they were met with Garlean forces.

Battle Ensued!

The flood of Othardians were met with the might of Garlean Reapers. Heavy losses were taken on both sides. Though the battle continued…

The tide shifted as Othardian forces locked the Garleans in combat allowing a single Shinobi to make his way to the ship. The victory was at hand, but the Garleans would not give in so easily. From the shadows, their own General had been guarding the objective and came with vengeance..

“Going somewhere?” A Doman dropped down from the top of the ship.

 Baien Yatsurugi smirks behind his mask, his crimson eyes flashing red.  "Through you, if I must.“ he says, twirling his blades into a standard grip.

 Following the Doman was an Imperial Hound. A rabid, overly muscular creature. Clenching something in his hands, Zheng released a command, urging the Hound to sic.

 Zheng Diremite drew his daggers, attempting to defend the axe strikes, but a slash appeared on his side and he limped back, letting out a hiss.

 Keiho  Jizutsu rose to lift himself once he had thrown the spear only to stumble back, a knife sprouting from a space just beneath his left shoulder. The rings of his eyes burned brighter in the rain as he brought a hand up ripping it from his shoulder and tossing it to the ground. Stepping back slowly he spoke with iron in his voice "Yield…and I let your warriors live. Fight on….we bury them with dignity.” Turning he made his way back toward the field.

 Goro Majima: “Command your soldiers to stand down and no more blood will be shed, direct orders from the General to me.”

 Rafailleur Sangmarche: “Tell your soldiers to do the same, and I will issue the order.”

 Goro Majima: “He does not have faith in your word, lower your weapons and ours will as well. I’m an old man, one these people respect.. we will stand down.. but make the initiative. You’ve got to take the first step..”

 Rafailleur Sangmarche took a deep breath.

 Goro Majima: “Please..”

Amethyst Dracht mutters. “Always with the old men.”

Rafailleur Sangmarche: “Amethyst. Should they break their terms, blast them to pieces.”

 Amethyst Dracht: “Of course.”

 Goro Majima: “I’ll take my own life if anyone here attacks a defenseless soldier.”

 Belladonna Slater takes a backstep from somewhere unseen, falling to a knee before she rolled on her side till she hopped to a stand. “I hate politics.” She hissed.

 Goro Majima: “Your friend won’t have to.” He eases his grip on Zheng’s throat and lowers him to the ground, carefully.

 The Elezen takes a deep breath and holds up a hand, shouting from the top of his lungs. “Garleans! Stand down! Our commander is being held hostage and both sides have taken enough losses! This is a direct order! Should the enemy refuse to disarm, you may resume.”

With the ceasefire called, wounded were taken to Hawthorne and tended to by healers that stood ready. The Othardian Resistance had won its first victory against The Empire, and with it salvaged a key to unlocking the freedom of Othard.

OOC Thank you!

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homebeccer has had a stressful coule of days and asked for Pregnant Sam and family fluff to cheer her up

Sam’s phone rang for the fourth time in an hour. She didn’t even need to set a special ringtone to know it was her mother. No song deserved that permanent association. 

“That your Mom, again?” Tucker asked.

“She’s probably calling about the shower,” Sam said. “It’s a good thing she doesn’t like texting, or my phone would be going off non-stop.”

“I’d totally go there for moral support, but every time I see your mom she always does that same dirty look she gave me that one time I got sent into the Principal’s office wearing your clothes.”

“Heh. Oh yeah. I think I still have that picture in one of my old albums. Anyways, Danny’s not even allowed to go, either. Mom’s making it a ‘ladies only’ event and she’s invited half my extended family and all of her friends from the country club, so I’m going to be drowning in baby-blue everything and really inappropriate, sexist baby clothes. And I’ll be the only one there not drinking.”

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I was really excited to start reading Lynne Olson’s new book, Last Hope Island: Britain, Occupied Europe, and the Brotherhood That Helped Turn the Tide of War (BOOK | KINDLE), which was released last week by @randomhouse. The book tells the stories of many of the governments and leaders of Nazi-occupied countries in Europe that were forced to flee to Britain where they set up their governments-in-exile with London as their de facto capital and made significant contributions to the war effort that ultimately helped defeat Hitler’s Germany and free their home nations.

What really attracted me to Last Hope Island was the story of King Haakon VII of Norway who is really one of the unsung heroes of World War II but whose role is largely unknown outside of his country. It’s difficult to find good books about King Haakon that aren’t written in Norwegian, so I was really pleased to find that he is one of the main characters that Lynne Olson writes about in Last Hope Island, alongside fascinating figures such as Queen Wilhelmina of the Netherlands, Charles de Gaulle, Jan Masaryk of Czechoslovakia, the Earl of Suffolk, Belgian King Leopold III, and many other men and women – largely from the occupied countries overrun in the Blitzkrieg – whose roles in the resistance and ultimate Allied victory have long been overlooked. There aren’t enough great books that explore the integral contributions to the Allied war effort by Europeans from the occupied countries, but Last Hope Island tells those stories and shares some really surprising information such as the fact that 20% of the Royal Air Force pilots flying during the Battle of Britain weren’t British or that the Norwegian shipping fleet, which was the fourth-largest in the world at the time and the most technologically-advanced, was largely responsible for replenishing the British shipping losses incurred during the devastating unrestricted submarine warfare by German U-boats in the Battle of the Atlantic.

Lynne Olson has written some top-notch books about World War II – I’d especially suggest checking out Those Angry Days: Roosevelt, Lindbergh, and America’s Fight Over World War II, 1939-1941 (BOOK | KINDLE) and Citizens of London: The Americans Who Stood with Britain in Its Darkest, Finest Hour (BOOK | KINDLE) – and I believe Last Hope Island is her very best yet. I’m a huge fan of Olson’s style which is reminiscent of Erik Larson’s (The Devil in the White City) ability to simultaneously tell multiple stories about forgotten people or overlooked subjects while seemingly making whatever topic she’s writing about it at that very moment feel like the only topic you ever want to focus on. Lynne Olson’s Last Hope Island: Britain, Occupied Europe, and the Brotherhood That Helped Turn the Tide of War (BOOK | KINDLE) is one of the best books I’ve read so far in 2017, it is available right now from @randomhouse, and I can’t recommend it enough so go get it now.

Complicated (Prt1) - Barry Allen x Reader

Complicated (Part 1) - Barry Allen x Reader

A/N: it’s sloppy srry. more to come soon lmao. I did this on my phone riiip

Summary: Reader, from Starling city, Oliver’s sister, goes back with Barry to Central City to see particle accelerator turn on & gets a lot more than what they bargained for.

Disclaimer: I’ve never actually watched arrow so I apologize for that.

Warnings: suggestive themes ? swearing ig

Word count: roughly 1,300

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Take It Slow

Word Total: 703…  

Request: Anonymous asked: Can you do a little bit of poe with a shy nervous reader

Pairing:  Poe x Reader


Y/N took a step back as she was concealed by her captain’s colossal body. She just wanted to escape this crowd. Y/N was never good at making conversations and less to be part of the parties that the Resistance had after a good victory against the First Order “Lieutenant L/N, where are you going?”

Y/N stopped in her tracks as she silently tried to get out of the mass of pilots greeting each other, completing each other’s different flight maneuvers and boast on how many TIE Fighters they had taken down. “I am not feeling well, Captain Altaire” She quickly looked down as all the eyes were upon her. Let’s just said that his captain had that voice which caught everyone’s attention.

“Are you hurt?”

Y/N shook her head looking down at the pavement of the hangar. She started to count the different indents of time on it. “That maneuver after taking that Fighter on my six was suicidal, you should never─”

“No, that was an awesome maneuver, Y/N. You should teach it to me─”

“Dameron, please; you should not encourage such reckless behavior,” Captain Altaire said, Y/N rolled her eyes as her captain started to laugh along with Poe. “Come on Dameron, Y/N here will never share her secrets; not even your good looks will convince her” Y/N blushed as Poe directly look at her and wink. Captain Altaire hit Poe’s shoulder, Poe almost fell down his face. “Not in my presence captain, she is my niece”

“Sorry, captain”


Y/N put her hands on her waist looking at her shiny X-Wing, being in combat in lower parts of the planets was not the cleanest and easiest jobs in the Resistance, less avoiding the radars for a few minutes before the raid appeared. “Is your uncle around?”

She froze at the sound of his voice, Y/N shook her head and quickly bent down to pick up her cleaning items. “He is in a meeting with the General” Y/N whispered as she picked up the different tools she had used to repair many dents on her X-Wing. As she reached for the last one, her hand lay over Poe’s one; that had beat her to pick up the last tool.

“Here” Y/N only nodded, she snatched the tool from Poe; Y/N had used so much force that she ended on her back. She blushed when he heard Poe laughed. Y/N just wanted to disappear, Poe’s smiling face appeared on her line of sight.

Poe extended his hand, Y/N shyly reached out her hand and Poe helped her up to her feet. “Thanks” Y/N whispered starting to pick up her tools that had ended everywhere around here. “I’ll tell my uncle you came to see him” she commented picking up the small tools.

“I didn’t come to see him, actually” Y/N’s hand froze in midair and let Poe continue. “I came to see you”

Y/N reached for the last tool, stood up and looked at him. “I can’t show you the maneuver I─”

Poe chuckled, he moved his head to sides and gave her a grin. He walked up to her. Poe took the tools from her hands and put them on the floor. “I came to see you”

Y/N felt like her knees were jelly, she had to lean on her X-Wing, not the fall down in front of Poe again. “What? Me─” She pointed at her face, Poe took one of her hands.

“Why is it so hard to believe?” Poe asked her, Y/N blushed under her gaze; her heart felt like it was about to explode.

“You─ well, I─ you, and” Y/N couldn’t make coherent thoughts as Poe softly kissed her hand. She wanted to scream, but her mouth and brain had been disconnected. Y/N just stood there gaping like a fish.

Poe touched her cheeks that were tinted with scarlet. “I like you” Y/N turned felt Poe’s lips over her, his velvet lips started to move; his hands move to her waist─


Y/N’s eyes widen when a bucket of cold water was dropped on her. “Uncle!”

“Dreaming about Dameron again, weren’t you?”

“I was not!”

Her uncle only smirked and nodded. “I can always hook you up”


If anyone is best suited to fighting this, it’s the techno-spartans, but even they aren’t going to be able to keep up. Aku’s power is just far too much for anyone to fight him. This sacrificial battle, its meaning is ultimately in the act of resistance, not in victory.

Oh here he comes, just in time to save the day. Hopefully the Scotsman’s second attempt at Aku goes better than his first.

Wow he can create a spectral trail physical beings can travel on. That’s wild.

DAYUM this is going to get hectic!

Valkyries on the field.

anonymous asked:

Can I get the GOM + kagami + hanamiya seeing some idiot lift their girlfriend's skirt trying to get a peak and embarrass them?

Here we go~ 

Actually, I took some liberties with the request if you don’t mind. I apologize in advance if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes that I missed and I do apologize because this request took so long. I really hope you like it!

– Lena

Kuroko: ‘Class ended early, waiting for you out front’ was what the message on your phone said when you touched the send button. Your eyes were pointed towards the windows you knew belonged to his classroom, but from where you were standing, down in the shade of the tree, there was nothing you could see.

You contemplated doing something elaborate for the sake of attention, but you dismissed it as the end of class bell rang in the distance.

Just a little bit more, you thought cheerily. You’ve both been busy for a while now, Kuroko with his preparations for the Winter Cup and you with your own club activities, so even snatching an opportunity like this, something that was barely more than thirty minutes, was rewarding in its own way.

The first people to walk out of the building were, unfortunately, not the ones you were expecting. However, you did recognize them as the freshmen your friends got along with and you felt a little relieved that at least you were going to have company for a little bit.

“Hi,” you said as they got closer.

“Oh, hi! Hey, maybe we could ask you!”

You tilted your head. “Ask me what?”

He seemed to become a little bit nervous now. “Well, have you heard about that bet? You guys lost.”

“The bet?” you began, but the memories quickly flooded in, about the joke and how it all started, and the number of people involved. Fighting a blush, you shook your head. “I didn’t participate, so please don’t get me involved.”

“Come on, you’re on the swim team. You can’t possibly be embarrassed about it,” the other boy said.

You shook your head a bit faster, but then you thought you saw something, if only for a brief moment. Something blue. “That doesn’t matter, I have nothing to do with this so no.”

“I’ll even treat you lunch. Just once.”

“No way.” You made eye contact with him then, and felt a little bit relieved as Kuroko seemed to acknowledge your look, yet despite it, he picked up the pace. Good thing he did, too, because while one of them did his best to distract you with words, the other sneaked closer, managing merely to catch the rim of your skirt before you batted his hand away.

“Take your jokes somewhere else, please,” you said, voice several notches colder now, but Kuroko could see you were on edge. You were no longer trying to play it nice.

“Geez, you’re no fun.”

“I don’t perceive something like that to be fun,” Kuroko said, once he was standing right between the two. “So please don’t do it ever again.”


“Where the hell’d you come from?”

Both the questions were said more in surprise than an attempt to scare him away, but other than that they didn’t get to do much else. You flashed him an angelic grin and sneaked past them, then wrapped your arm around Kuroko’s.

“And here’s my company,” you announced cheerfully and dragged him away from the solitary tree and the two freshmen. “See you… well, not for a while.”

Kuroko could only sigh as he let you pull him away. “I had more to say to them,” he stated.

“That was really sweet of you, Kuroko-kun, you know?” you said, pulling his arm a little stronger. “Thanks. But there’s no point wasting time on that.”

“If they try something again—”

“I can take care of myself,” you assured him, trying to give him a reassuring smile, but you weren’t sure how much that helped. Then you leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “But I do appreciate your assistance.”

After that, he had nothing more to add.

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