street activation

Listen up Punks

If you think Punk is just an aesthetic, get out.
If you think punk is all ripped jeans, rock and roll, and wild hair, please leave.
If you claim to be a punk but make no effort to change society’s standards and challenge the norm outside of your fashion choices, I have a problem with you.
Don’t get me wrong I’m not some elitist asshole who wants to tell you what you can and can’t be, but I will implore you to go look up the history of punk. True punks fight for the oppressed. Punk isn’t just about patches and pins, and it’s certainly not this “I don’t give a fuck” shit I’ve been seeing from some self-proclaimed “punks”.

To be punk is to care enough to say “fuck society for hurting you” to minorities.

Right now, we need the you to really prove how punk you are. If you truly are punk, show some antifascist action.

Sincerely, a frustrated queer punk.

FT COUPLES (CRAVING DURING PREGNANCY)

Nalu:

Lucy: Natsu, I want to eat something.

Natsu: Okay, okay. I’ll be back.

After a couple of minutes…

Lucy: Uuh. Natsu, I know I eat a lot now, but I can’t eat this much!

Natsu: Well, I guess I craved some too. Hehe.


Gruvia:

Juvia: Gray-sama, can you please buy me ice cream?

Gray: Okay.

Comes back with all the flavors available

Gray: You didn’t mentioned the flavor you like, so I bought all flavors.


Gajevy:

Levy: Gajeel, I’m hungry. Can you get me something to eat?

Gajeel: Yeah yeah.

Comes back with a bowl of iron


Jerza:

Jellal: Honey, you need to eat fruits and vegetables too. Too much cake is unhealthy.


Miraxus:

Mira: Laxus, can you buy me the biscuits that I like?

Laxus: But that’s like, two streets away!

Mira activates Satan Soul

Laxus: Shit! Fine! Stop transforming, geez! It’s bad for the both of you, you know? God, Mira!

6

Keith Haring painting a mural on Houston Street and Bowery in Manhattan, 1982.  

This was Keith’s first major outdoor mural. It became an instant downtown landmark after Keith painted it in the summer of 1982. The mural was up for only a few months in the summer of 1982 before it was painted out but its image remains imprinted in the memory of many people who were part of the downtown artist community in the early 1980s. 

In 2008 the Keith Haring Foundation, Goldman Properties and Deitch Projects recreated the mural using the extensive photographic documentation of the original work. The work was unveiled on May 4, 2008 the day that would have been Keith Haring’s 50th Birthday .

Keith’s former collaborater, graffiti artist Anel Oritz (LA II) contributed by tagging the wall and filling in the negative space with an intricate black interlocking pattern.

The recreation was on display until 2009.

A movement saying that women matter doesn’t mean that men don’t matter.

A movement saying black lives matter does not mean that white lives don’t matter.

A movement saying that LGBTQIA people matter doesn’t mean that cishet lives don’t matter.

A movement saying that disabled people matter doesn’t mean that abled people don’t matter.

Saying one thing does not equal the exclusion of another thing. I can say I love the colour blue and that doesn’t mean I fucking hate the colour purple.

Sure, all lives matter but white lives are not being executed in the streets. Sure all lives matter but abled people aren’t being executed in the street. Sure, all lives matter but cis people are not being executed in the streets.

Stop acting like activism that isn’t for you is specifically against you.

“Now darlin’, before we go in there I gotta explain a few things.” Leonard was kneeling in front of his daughter, preparing her to meet his two dearest friends. Not that he was about to say that out loud. To anyone. Ever.

The San Francisco streets were bustling with activity on the busy Friday afternoon. The Enterprise was docked for its annual repairs for the following week, freeing up the officers for a good long shore leave. It had taken every trick in the book to persuade Jocelyn to put Joanna on a plane and spend the vacation with her father. Fortunately, Jim had gotten a place in the city a while back, so they had a place to stay. And it was in front of that very apartment that Leonard and Joanna were having this conference.

“The blonde one is an idiot. He acts smart, but don’t be fooled. If he could, he’d feed you cookies for breakfast and cake for dinner. He’ll make a great playmate for you, but he’s a piss poor excuse for an adult. Between you and him, you’re the mature one. You remember that. Out there he’s in charge, but while we’re here you still follow daddy’s rules, you got that?” When Joanna giggles it melts Leonard’s heart into a molten pool of endless affection. She nods and holds out a pinky in a silent promise. “That’s good. That’s my good girl.” He can’t help but pause to brush her long brunette hair back over her ears.

“Now the tall sickly lookin’ one, his ears are not for pullin’ on, so you keep those pretty little hands to yourself. I know you’re not used to seein’ all of these different kinds of aliens back home, but he’s not that different from us. He takes everything literally so he might not understand what you mean sometimes, and that’s okay. Chances are he’ll question every move you make, but he’s a very logical kind of guy so you’ll just have to let him. Oh, one more thing. He doesn’t like to be touched so you make sure you steer clear of his hands. You got all that, Firefly?” Leonard beams with pride when his little girl nods.

“Yes daddy, I got it. I ain’t a baby nomore, I can play nice with the big boys.” How she can look sweet and positively mischievous at the same time is beyond Leonard. Must have gotten that from Jocelyn.  

Leonard knocks on the door as he shuffles the duffel bags on his shoulder to a more comfortable position. Jim answers it and he is radiating excitement and warmth. He sinks down to his knees to address Joanna face to face. “Hey there Jojo! Come on in, kiddo. Your daddy has been telling us all about you. We were so eager to meet you.”

The small girl sidles past Jim and ambles into the middle of the living room. “Couple things,” she starts, and Leonard knows the poor guy is about to get reamed by a six year old. “I ain’t no kid. I’m a big girl! I’ll have you know I’m in the first grade! And only my parents can call me Jojo. You call me Joanna.”

“I see the resemblance,” Spock comments from his spot on the couch. He’s grinning with his eyes, loving the way the tiny human just put the high and mighty fully grown Starship captain in his place. “Quite the first impression, Jim.”

Leonard is outright cackling in the doorway. Whatever words he’s trying to get out dies on his lips with the force of his laughter.

Joanna sets her sights on Spock and walks over to him with her small hands clasped behind her back and wonder in her eyes. She has never seen a Vulcan before. “I like your ears. Oh my gosh, are you a fairy?!“ The girl bounces on the balls of her feet, her tiny body barely able to contain her excitement. 

Spock raises a curious brow and considers the comparison. “I suppose my race does bear a striking resemblance to your mythical Terran creatures. However, your assumption is incorrect. I am a Vulcan.” Leonard isn’t sure what surprises him more; that Spock agreed to the assessment or that his daughter has taken an immediate liking to the guy that makes his blood boil. Jim must be having a similar inner monologue because he’s downright gaping at the pair.

Joanna’s smile lights up the room. She hauls herself right up onto Spock’s lap and he looks like he’s about ready to piss himself at the contact. Leonard breaks into another fit of laughter. “Don’t look so petrified, Hobgoblin.”

“Yeah, daddy already said I’m not s’posed to touch. I’ll be good,” she promises, folding her hands in her lap as a sign of good will. Spock relaxes slightly and tries to ignore the way Jim is glaring at him for stealing his thunder. “Uncle Spock, will you tell me a story about your planet? What are Vulcans like? Do you know any real life fairies?”  

“Very well. I suppose I—“

Jim interjects before Spock can even get started. “Hey Joanna, I picked up some local sweets for you to try. I thought you might like some goodies after the long shuttle over here. You’ve got to try the donuts here! What do you say to sharing some with me?” Leonard is welling up with pride and love for his little girl as she frowns, looking just like him.

“No thank you. Sweets rot your teeth and daddy says I need to take care of my pretty smile.” Jim drops his shoulders and huffs in defeat. Joanna turns away from him and looks up at Spock with interest, encouraging him to continue. He starts off on a long winded explanation of arbitrary things like his pet sehlat, Vulcan schooling, and his mother’s cooking.

Leonard edges up to Jim’s side and slaps a hand on his shoulder, making him frown impossibly harder. “You tried, Jimboy. Who’d’ve guessed she’d like Spock more than you? I don’t much understand it either.“ He sighs mournfully and shakes his head.  "Why don’t you make yourself useful and come help me unpack this stuff? Unless you’d rather sit here and listen to the hobgoblin drone on.”

Jim concedes and grabs the bags, carrying them down the guest room at the end of the hallway. They take their time unpacking their clothes and belongings. When the pair return to the living room, Joanna is resting heavily on Spock’s chest. The soothing sound of his voice lulled her right to sleep.

Spock is looking down at her with an expression akin to affection. When Leonard makes a move to pick her up, Spock stops him. “It is quite all right. She has an affinity for my higher body temperature. I assure you, she is rather comfortable. There is a high probability that she will wake if moved.” Leonard finds he can’t argue with that logic. And they do make a rather cute pair. 

The child looks so small on Spock’s lap, set against broad shoulders and muscle. She shifts slightly and curls up comfortably against Spock’s stomach. Leonard almost can’t believe his own eyes when he watches Spock drop a hand to sift through her long hair. The proud dad smiles fondly. 

And while this heartwarming bonding moment unfolds, Jim is watching them from the hallway, slowly being consumed by jealousy.