take your country back

How stupid, irresponsible, selfish and insensitive could you be to shit on an entire country and the 300,000 people who protested every day for three days in a row? How out of reality could you be to make fun of a country for over 20 years and steal more than the people gain through hard work? How incapable of feeling remorse could you be to make corruption legal and save your ass from the consequences of your crimes and thefts, to take our country back 27 years ago, back to dictatorship? How much toupee could you have to show up after so many people rebelled against you, stayed out in freezing cold, put themselves in danger; and say you won’t take down your stupid fucking irrelevant communist OUG, act like you did nothing wrong, lie AND blame others for the chaos YOU brought to this country? How could you ignore the thousands of people in the street who chanted for justice?

Are you going to ask for “alta intrebare” (another question)? Because that wouldn’t surprise me.

Dragnea, you and your fucking communist orgy are a disaster, a catastrophe, you are plague. With every freaking day you are killing Romania. You’ve sold Romania for a bag of flour to fossilized brainwashed elders. You’ve bought votes so you can be in power and save your sorry asses. At the same time you destroyed our future, you erased the sacrifice the citizens made at the revolution and pissed on the youth, the youth that’s supposed to be our last hope.

We, the kids of Romania have matured faster than we should have, and that is your fault. Because in your opinion we do not matter, we never did. We, along all people of this fucking country are just an obstacle you have to win over so you can reach your selfish goals.

You are cowards, you don’t want change, you want corruption and our voices silenced. You think you can trick us by the same manipulative methods over and over again, but you forget that we are humans too. You forget that we have our lives and families and friends and jobs and maybe we don’t want to lose them all to shitheads like you.

We had enough and we are mad. We are not blind anymore and we will be taking our country back.


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Okay but...Nehemia instead of Aelin and the cadre

Stop because I would give my life for this to be true.

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Originally posted by monstaxmemes

characters: monsta x  x  [y/n]

genre: angst

warning: there might be a few profanities

word count: 1,091

a/n: i hope you guys enjoy this! i apologize if it’s a bit short but yeah. gif is not mine.


Up above, the angry grey storm clouds rolled and swelled, spitting each drop of rain down towards the ground as if it were poison. Treacherous puddles formed at irregular intervals along the sidewalk, and pedestrians had to weave their way in and out as to not get their feet wet, others had to scurry and find the nearest shade to hide under.

The room was oddly gloomy, especially for a room filled with such playful boys. You looked down at your feet, lips pursed into a thin line as you avoided the stares of your friends, best friends to be exact. In front of you was the piece of paper that had caused such atmosphere and you couldn’t help but regret your decisions on bringing this topic out. 

“[y/n], just think this through. If you take that surgery, we can’t guarantee that you’d make it out alive!” 

Kihyun’s sudden outburst startled you, and this was the first time that he has ever raised his voice at you. Your heart ached, mind conflicted with the overwhelming news and feedbacks, hands shaking as you tightly gripped on the medical certificate. Just a moment ago, the boys welcomed you warmly, voice filled with concern and hope, especially with the results and prescriptions from your doctor.

However, the warm welcome was soon replaced with nothing but intense arguments, thoughts overlapped by emotions. You had to go back to your country to have the surgery but, the surgery itself was too risky for you. You thought they’d support you, however, the topsy-turvy reactions were not the reactions that you’d expected.

“But I have to take risks, Kihyun. I need this to fucking keep myself alive.” you snapped, eyes meeting his fiery gaze. “I need this. It’s just the only way–”

“There must be another way, [y/n]. This is absolutely ridiculous! Think about it, if you have that surgery, it’d be 50-50 for you.” Kihyun barked back as emotions were now flooding in, his eyes glistened as he was starting to get frustrated by your stubbornness.

Well, you, yourself, was also starting to get frustrated by their remarks. You just wanted their support but all you got was nothing but the opposite of support. “There’s no other way. Damn it, can’t you understand that this surgery is the only way that could pull me out of my own suffering?!” 

You felt a sting on your eyes and before you knew it, you were tearing up. You were the type of person who wouldn’t function well when it comes to the cluster of emotions rushing in at the same time. The mixture of anger and frustration was enough for you to bear but having them not understand the importance of this surgery to you was the last straw to have you finally explode.

“You know what, I don’t need all this shit. I thought you guys would support me but I guess I was wrong.” you rambled as you lifted yourself up from the couch and was about to take your leave when Wonho stands up to stop you from leaving. “[y/n], please hear us out. It’s not that we don’t support you, it’s just that we’re worried about you.”

“We’re worried that we might lose someone so dear to us.” Wonho’s eyes says it all. The glint of happiness and twinkle that you’ve always seen in his eyes was long gone. Sadness, worry, and hurt have taken over and you didn’t realize that they were hurting just like how you are hurting right now.

“But don’t you guys want to see that healthy, and happy [y/n] back in your lives?” your voice was soft yet loud enough for them to hear. You hang your head down as you didn’t have any strength to look at them, especially when your tears have finally spilled from your eyes. 

Your question was enough to render them speechless. You were never the same ever since you were diagnosed with that illness of yours. The shine in your eyes was replaced by nothing but dullness and soon enough, the [y/n] that they’ve always loved was fading away. If this surgery was to bring back the [y/n] that they know, then why don’t they just let you forgo with the whole surgery?

“We want to see that [y/n] back…” Jooheon’s dulcet voice broke the silence. “I agree with, Jooheon.” Changkyun added as he looks up to you, lips forming into a frown when he sees you quietly sobbing, lips shut close as you tried your best to not let it obvious.

You hated it when they see you in your weak state. You hated it when you shed tears in front of them. And most of all, you hated it when you see those pitiful gazes that they give you. “And if that surgery is the only way to have the [y/n] that we know back, then I guess I have to let you do it.” Shownu’s sudden announcement had everyone snap their heads towards his direction, lips slightly parted from the surprise.

“Are you guys just gonna forget about the fact that she might die?” Kihyun gawked at everyone’s sudden change of mind. “Well, I won’t let her go alone.” Hyungwon nonchalantly replied, eyes fixated on Kihyun’s. “What do you mean?” Minhyuk asks as his attention was now transferred to Hyungwon, who was now standing up from his seat, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you into a warm embrace.

“I’ll let you take that surgery [y/n], but I’ll go back to your country with you. I’m not letting you go on this journey by yourself.” 

The hands that were listlessly resting on your sides has finally wrapped themselves around Hyungwon’s waist, burying your face into his chest as you cried out. “Thank you.”

“Well, guess what, I’m also going with you.” Wonho chimed as he joins the group hug, and soon enough the rest has stood up from their seats and joined the group hug, except for Kihyun.

“Aren’t you going to let me do the surgery, Ki?” your voice croaked as you peeked from Hyungwon’s arms, eyes meeting Kihyun’s blank stare. Now everyone was looking at him, eyes filled with nothing but hope. Heaving out a sigh, Kihyun lifts himself off the couch and walks towards you. He gently cups your cheeks and flashes you a faint smile.

If everyone’s going to do everything for you, then count me in. I’ll go back to your country with you and the boys. We’ll be by your side no matter what.” 

Ignoti Nulla Cupido (2/).

Prompt: Nat came to you in order to keep her and Tony’s promise to keep you safe, but how would they react when they’ll learn about the secret you’ve been keeping since you left Bucky’s side?

Word Count: 969.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

A/N: Finally, part 2 of one drabble I did from my Followers Celebartion. This is gonna be a drabble series, don’t know how many parts or when I’ll be able to update.

Sorry for any possible grammar/vocabulary mistakes (English is not my first language) and if any of you would like to read a Spanish version, just let me know!!!

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Nat was following close behind back to your apartment, she was tense and didn’t give much away about what was happening to the Avengers so she had to come all way across the country to take you and your son back to a place you used to call home.

The only thing she did tell you was how she found out about James: Bucky had been severely hurt on a solo mission, it seemed that he had been going on as many solo missions as he could. But this one ended up in he needing to get into surgery, the details of the same were still blurred but the doctors ran some checks in order to find a perfect match for his blood since the super soldier serum altered his DNA and James popped out.

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SongFic based on Superman, by Taylor Swift.

SamxReader (Again, I can’t stop)

Words: 1200

Warnings: Fluff, Sad!Sam (I don’t know if that’s a real warning, it has a happy ending, though! The words in italics are from the original song.)

I’m a Swiftie, so I was listening to this AMAZING song by Taylor and Sam came into my mind. I recomend to listen to the song before reading this, but it’s okay if you don’t :) The hole song matches with SPN so bad! I loved writing this, hope you like reading it ;) 
This one goes to my beautiful SPN Squad, @lauraboline @nemesris @asparkshinesbright. I love you, girls! Also, i’m tagging the wonderful @the-mrs-deanwinchester, the amazing @redlittlefox, and the smut queen @abaddonwithyall :) Thanks for the support!


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GOT7 Reaction - You Being Brazilian

Hey! Here you go @lightsthemoonbae and I hope you like it <3

I think they’d all love you whether you were Brazilian or not! <3


Youngjae - *I think he’d love the festivals and your culture to begin with and would just find anything about you amazing*

JB - *He’d be a sucker for the food and would love to spend says where you’d just focus on you and your home country*

BamBam - *He’d be so amazed about how beautiful your culture is and would love it so much, and just for you, he’d take so much more interest into it*

Jinyoung - *He’d try to make you feel at home with cooking your favourite Brazilian dishes and would do anything in his will to understand your culture as much as possible*

Yugyeom - *I think he’d find it all so fascinating and would so interested in your home town as well as knowing everything you like personally about it as well*

Mark - *I think he’d love the food you’d make that had originally came from your home country and would definitely take you back there when he can* 

Jackson - *I think he’d love everything about you being Brazilian and would love to listen to you talk about yourself and your country*


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This guy, gave us a land to live so that we are not discriminated in any field and so that we get our each and every human right. That is what is freedom but sadly, all our politicians and we did was about fighting each other, greed and what not.

67 years now and starting up our 68th. Its time, we fix our problems, its time to fix Pakistan. So today please make a promise to your country that whatever it takes, you’ll do atleast something that contributes back to it, this is the least we could do. Pakistan Zindabaad!

Azaadi Mubarak hou!

You have people putting children to bed tonight, and they are afraid of breakfast. They are afraid of “how do I explain this to my children?”. I have Muslim friends texting me tonight ‘How do I escape this country?’ I have families of immigrants that are terrified tonight. This was a rebellion of elites. True. It was a complete reinvention of politics and poll. That was true… But this was a whitelash against a changing country. It was a whitelash against a black president. This is where the pain comes from. And Donald Trump has a responsibility tonight to come out and reassure people that he is going to he the president of all the people he insulted, offended and brushed aside. When you say you want to take your country  back, you have a lot of people who feel 'we ar enot well represented either.’

Van Jones (CNN analyst for Clinton) dropping truth bombs on air

Meanwhile, the white male Trump surrogate looks blankly, just laughing about Trump’s victory a second ago. 

Neighbours (Part 1)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You’ve moved into a new apartment in Brooklyn. Your neighbour starts getting friendly, and you wonder where it could lead.

Word count: 1191

A/N: Decided to try a series, if it’s awful I won’t continue. (Who am I kidding, it’s going up either way) Also, I’m from the UK, so if you think any words are spelled wrong, it’s just how we spell them here, im keeping in my goddamn U’s) if you want to be tagged, please send me an ask or message me :) (i need a longer tag list)

Key: [Y/F/N] – your full name (I know some people use this as ‘your first name’)

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You found yourself breathless as you placed the last box on your new apartment floor. You settled on the sofa that was already in the middle of the living room. Slumped over and almost half asleep, you suddenly noticed you left the front door wide open.

“First day in your new apartment and you’re already making it easy for people to break in,” you spoke to yourself as you begrudgingly got up off the sofa to close the mahogany brown door. “Not like I have much of worth anyway.”

You laughed slightly, pushing the door, but something stopped it from closing. A hand on the door. You opened it slightly to reveal a tall man, with tousled brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. They caught you off guard. The man cleared his throat, looking down at your smaller figure.

“Sorry, I-“ you started, trying to think of an excuse for staring too long. “I wasn’t expecting anybody on my first day.” You smiled, catching his eyes which you could visibly see light up.

“Apologies.” The man said. His voice was low, and raspy, but not unwelcoming. “I’m your neighbour, just wanted to make sure you weren’t some mass murderer or whatever.” He laughed, revealing a heart-warming smile.

“Well, you’ll have to give me a few days to settle in before I plot.” You joked, opening the door wider so that you weren’t just glancing through a small slit.

“Ha ha, I might have to report that.” He leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms, revealing some huge muscles you were not surprised he inhabited.

“I’ll put you first on my list then,” you paused. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught your name?” You looked into his eyes once more, careful not to get entranced.

“James Barnes, my friends call me Bucky, though. In fact, everyone calls me Bucky. I don’t even know why I told you my real name.” He visibly cringed, scrunching up his nose before laughing, a sound that echoed throughout your empty apartment.

“Bucky, huh? [Y/F/N]. It’s nice to meet you.” You held out your hand for him to shake. His hand was warm, strong. It almost shocked you when he gripped your hand so tight.

“Nice to meet you too, [Y/N]. I’ll be over in 2B if you need anything. A strong man to help you unpack, I don’t know.” He smiled, his eyes shining as he did so.

You laughed, looking him up and down. “I’m sure you’re fully capable of doing so, but I think I can manage on my own.”

“Alright then, doll. I’ll see you later.” He waved slightly as he walked off back into his own apartment.

You stood at the door for a second. Doll? Your heart fluttered at the thought. I’m sure it’s just a thing he calls everyone. You tried to convince yourself, though you had a hard time believing.

You began unpacking your boxes. It didn’t take long, you didn’t take many things with you from your old home back in the country. You thought it was best to not over-encumber yourself. You sighed however, looking at how empty the apartment was. Almost all the walls were an awful off-white colour, the laminate looking bland. It didn’t look like it was yours. You needed to add some personality.

You were locking your door as Bucky came out of his apartment. You turned, flashing a quick smile.

“Hey, neighbour.” He said, leaning against his doorframe. You gathered that was a thing he did a lot.

“Hey… Are you stalking me? I’m finding it hard to believe it’s just coincidence we left at the same time.” You giggled, leaving back against your door, shoving your key into your purse.

“Well, that’s an idea…” He started, laughing afterwards. “No, I promise. I was about to go out and get milk because, silly me, I forgot I ran out yesterday.”

“The old milk excuse. Gotcha.” You winked as you went to make your way down the stairs.

“Hey! It’s not an excuse.” Bucky followed you down the stairs, his heavy footsteps echoing.

“Sure it isn’t.” You said sarcastically.

“It’s not!” He ran down a few steps to catch up to you. “Where are you going anyway?”

“An art store. Though, I don’t know any near here.” You stopped as you reached the bottom of the stairwell. “Do you?”

“Yes, I do. There’s one a few blocks down, I can walk you to it.” He grinned, looking down at you.

You rolled your eyes. “Fine. But that’s only because I don’t know where it is.” You walked out the building, Bucky following quickly behind.

It didn’t take long to get there. You spent most of the journey answering Bucky’s questions about you, where you were from, what your favourite colour was and so on. He was very eager to get to know you, but you didn’t think much of it for the time being.

“Wait, you’re coming in with me? I don’t need a babysitter you know,” You laughed as you held the door open.

“Yeah, why not? I love art, my friend, Steve, used to study it.”

“Ah,” you said wandering around the shop, looking for the paint section.

“And, I figured I should also take you to the convenience store. I need milk, and you most definitely need some food.” He followed you around, like a puppy. Only taller, and a lot scruffier.

“You would be right to assume that,” you giggled.

Finally, you reached the paint section. You traced your fingers over the shelves, trying to decide which colours to pick.

“Uh, I think you might need more than little 25 millilitre pots to paint your apartment.” He remarked.

“I’m not going to paint the whole wall, silly. I like art, I’m going to draw patterns on them.” You picked up a turquoise green, studying it carefully.

“Oh? That’s different. Wish I was that smart.” He studied you while you were looking at the paints, though you didn’t notice.

“It’s what I did at home. I didn’t really feel the vibe of solid colours. Patterns are more pretty.” You settled on the turquoise, along with a vibrant red and a few other colours.

“It’s unique. I like it.”

You paid for the paint, then walked into the cool night air. You shivered slightly.

“Should’ve worn a jacket.” You mumbled to yourself, crossing your arms.

“Here,” Bucky started taking off his jacket.

“No, no. You don’t have to do that.” You smiled, silently thanking him for the gesture.

“Who said you had a say? I’m wearing three layers. You’re wearing one.” He handed you his jacket and you, reluctantly, took it.

“I guess you have a point. Thanks.” You said, slipping the jacket on. It was far too big, which made Bucky chuckled at the sight. But it was cosy, the warmth enveloping you. You sighed at the feeling.

“No problem, doll.” Bucky walked a few paces ahead, not noticing the blush rising to your face. “Store’s up this way, you coming?”

You nodded ‘yes’ as you walked back up to him.

Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

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Our dearest Lee Hyukjae,  thank you for always smiling and bringing happiness to us. We love you and we will wait for you. Don’t worry about anything, serve your country well, take care until we meet again and come back to us safely in two years.  #WeWillWaitForYouHyukJae

Think about it

Some Americans have the audacity to say that if we Australians had allowed our citizens to permit carrying guns around that this siege in Sydney would not have occurred… That a hostage could have just shot the man and our day would go back to normal…


Because our law states that no everyday citizen can carry guns around… Look what has happened. No one has been shot dead.. No police have fired either. We do not feel pressured to shoot our way out of the situation.

Stop judging our laws and rules on guns and weaponry. Those hostages are alive. Our police are alive. In fact our whole country has been brought to life by the situation and we have united as a country. We continue to stand by each other, support each other, even our Muslim citizens because they are not the problem. They are not the speculated terrorists. We do not gun down our citizens in Australia.

So take a step back. Look at your own country.

Bernie Sanders Needs Your Help To Take Our Country Back
Where is the tea party?

Where are all the tea party groups standing in solidarity with the people of Ferguson? This is the sort of thing they decry, right? For years they have screamed “smaller government!” “arm yourselves against the government!” “we have a right to assemble!” “we demand open carry laws!” “don’t tread on me!” “stand up and take your country back!” and things of that nature. These are their platforms. This is what they say.

As a militarized police shakes down and intimidates the people of Ferguson with a show of force and brutality, violating everything tea party groups purport to stand for, they remain silent.

Isn’t that interesting?

I take it back, they aren’t all silent. I have seen many conservatives and tea party types who decry big government actually rooting for the police and their militarized tactics all over social media. I guess big government is okay if it’s meant to keep Black folks in line. “Don’t tread on me, but please tread allover Black folks.”

The good ol’ tea party.

Magi 274 Spoilers

Warning: As usual, please note that my level of Japanese is basic at most, so I cannot guarantee the following snippets are completely accurate. In other words, these can be completely wrong, and I might have left some parts out because I didn’t understand them. Also, feel free to repost them anywhere - just link back, please :)

In which things get interesting rather fast, with a certain someone we all have been wondering about returning, much to Koumei’s shock. If these spoilers are true, things are about to get really messy.

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