treaty violations


On Thursday morning, law enforcement entered the Oceti Sakowin camp to do a final sweep before officially shutting it down, ending a months-long protest against the completion of the nearby Dakota Access Pipeline.

The Oceti Sakowin camp was the largest of several temporary camps on the northern edge of the Standing Rock Sioux Reservation in North Dakota. Protesters have been living on this land for months, in support of members of the Standing Rock Sioux.

Supporters have said that running the pipeline under under a part of the Missouri River known as Lake Oahe would jeopardize the primary water source for the reservation, and construction would damage sacred sites, violating tribal treaty rights. The river crossing is the last major piece of the pipeline that remains unfinished.

PHOTOS: The Final Hours Of A Dakota Access Pipeline Protest Camp

Photos: Angus Mordant for NPR

Trust, but Verify

I saw a post about common human sayings being weird to aliens, and another post about the concept of being a “rules lawyer” and finding loopholes and adding fine print being foreign concepts to aliens, and it made me think of one of my favorite axioms, “Trust, but verify.”  A Russian proverb made famous by Ronald Reagan in the context of nuclear disarmament, it is a pithy distillation of a very real trend among humans.  If a prisoner behaves well and presents themselves as worthy of trust, we will release them, but only on the condition that we verify, via check-ins with a parole officer.  

On a personal level –

“Human-Clark, why are you installing a camera in your room?”

“Well, the doors on this ship don’t lock.”

“… and?”

“I need to make sure no one messes with my stuff.”

“But… every member of the crew has sworn the same oath, to support and respect each other.  No crew member would take from another!”

“Well, yeah.  I’m just making sure.  Can’t be too careful.”

– and on an intergalactic level.

“Ambassador Human-Terrance, why are human ships in these systems?”

“They’re making sure the unaffiliated systems aren’t building their navies.”

“Ambassador, even the unaffiliated systems signed the Polaris Accords.”

“I understand that.  We’re just making sure they abide by it.”

“Have you received intelligence that they are violating the treaty?!”

“Not at all.”


So that’s another contradiction in humanity.  We’ll go up and hug the two-ton predator animal and call it a “good kitty”, but we also install cameras and spy on our closest allies on the off chance they might betray us.


Kylo Ren + locations: the Finalizer

The powerful flagship shared by General Hux and Kylo Ren, the dagger-shaped Finalizer is nearly twice the length of an Imperial-era Star Destroyer. The first of the new Resurgent class constructed in violation of treaties with the New Republic, the Finalizer’s heavy weapons are augmented by two starfighter wings, a hundred assault craft and a full legion of stormtroopers. Her turbolasers are more powerful and faster to recharge than Imperial-era weapons, a product of kyber crystals harvested in the Unknown Regions.

On this July 1st, this “Canada Day”, this “150th anniversary”, here’s your reminder that “Canada” is trash and not worth celebrating.

The “Fathers of the Confederation” acted out of economic and geopolitical interests and “Canada” was not founded on the interests nor the voice of anyone but the bourgeois’.

Hundreds of underpaid Chinese workers died building a transcontinental railway that ran through indigenous lands, violating the treaties. Reminder that the Québécois are as insensitive as any other white people when they call a certain meal “pâté chinois”. Reminder that the Québécois are settlers too and that past oppression does not excuse us.

In less than a decade in the late 19th century, Cree, the Niitsítapi, the Nakoda, the Métis and the Sioux, to name a few, dealt with the extinction of bisons, famines, diseases and persecutions. In 1881 the Saskatchewan Herald mocked them for starving in the streets. The Canadian government then sent in more guns to defend the food supply, than food.

The RCMP and the Canadian police departments have a history of violence against Indigenous people (and specifically Indigenous women), people of colour, leftists, and the LGBTQIA2S communities. “Canada” purged thousands of queer people from the government and the army between the 1950s and the 1990s. Despite it being continuously shown as a cute symbol of “Canada”, the RCMP represents colonialism, capitalism and patriarchy.

Tens of thousands of Indigenous children were taken away from their homes, their land, their families, their culture and their language to “take the Indian out of them” in residential schools. The last one closed in 1996. Reminder of the ongoing, historical, intergenerational trauma of colonialism and racism.

Thousands more Indigenous children were taken away from their homes between the 1960s and the 1980s and given to strangers’ families. Thousands still live in foster care today, away from home.

The deadly trains still go through the town of Lac-Mégantic (and many more towns), despite the 2013 fire and the lost lives and the trauma, as a false compromise for pipelines.

The Canadian army takes part in various wars, in Afghanistan, Libya, Syria. “Canada” sells tanks to Saudi Arabia.

White Canadians love to make fun of, co-opt, appropriate and folklorize other people’s cultures.

White Canadians relish in images of great mountains, white snow, strong rivers and mighty winds in books, poems, plays, music, paintings; they relish in an idea of the “True North” that was never theirs. They willingly take part in the destruction of nature for economic interests anyway.

Justin Trudeau (as if his family name alone wasn’t a red flag) is a liberal; his PR team should not fool us; he keeps promising without delivering; his speeches and symbolic gestures are not enough, and he keeps approving detrimental policies just like his predecessors.

Indigenous people are not an artefact or a relic from the past; speaking of them in the past tense only serves white people’s interests and embarrassment.

The people of Attawapiskat are still in a state of emergency and have yet to see any promise fulfilled, more than one year after 9 people attempted suicide on a single day.

The Inuit in Nunavut, as well as Indigenous peoples in Alaska and Greenland, are punished and marginalized nationally and internationally for seal hunting. Sealing is a traditional and necessary practice in the north.

There are still hundreds (if not thousands) of missing and murdered Indigenous women whose cases are ignored or unsolved.

Water protectors exist in “Canada”, too. Many communities don’t even have access to clean water or electricity.

There are currently Indigenous activists on Parliament Hill, which is situated on unceded Algonquin land. Canadians and the Canadian media are currently afraid of a tipi.

PM Trudeau sat in the tipi last night, while protesters could not enter it and many were arrested on the site.

Many other protests, demonstrations, drum circles, prayers and road blocks are being held around the country. Reminder that violence is as legitimate as peaceful protest in the face of colonial violence.

Reminder that land is not property, that it is not mine, and that us settlers are uninvited and occupiers. We live comfortably at the expense of a land that we distabilize, plunder, poison, drown, starve.

Reminder that Canada is a society rooted in colonial, capitalist, patriarchal and racist ideologies that should not be celebrated.

Sources will follow when I have access to my laptop.

Of Books and Dirty Cash pt 16


Yoongi x Reader

Before you moved to live on campus for college, you had never heard of a librarian who had a reputation for yelling. But not only does Min Yoongi yell, he’s also dangerous, and part of something much, much darker. When curiosity gets the better of you, you end up involved in much more than you bargained for.

You can also read part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18

What choice did you have but to agree? Jinyoung smiled and said you were making the right decision, and you tried not to show the anger you felt on your face. You couldn’t afford for Jinyoung to think you weren’t going to keep up your end of the deal. If he distrusted you for even a second, it could easily result in not only Yoongi’s and the rest of Bangtan’s death, but yours as well.

Jinyoung gave you instructions before he left, telling you where Namjoon’s office was and where to look for the files that you would need. You had asked in a moment of misjudgment why he hadn’t just taken the information himself, why it had to be you, and he had laughed. Apparently, as long as you were the one to turn Bangtan over to the police, it didn’t violate the treaty. Then, any of the lower-level members who weren’t sent to jail could join Jaebum with a clear conscience. It was amazing, you thought, how important this treaty was to them.

“You see? It’s all easy to explain. You got scared, ran to the police, and oops… Their leaders are all in jail and our hands are clean.”

You wanted to point out that you would probably end up dead if you did what they were asking you to do, but kept your mouth shut until Jinyoung was long gone.

You pulled your phone out of your bag, trying to keep the shaking from your hands. You dialed Taehyung as you sat on the floor next to your bed. You didn’t know what to do, but you knew that if you actually sold out Yoongi’s brothers, he would never forgive you. Not to mention, they had been nothing but kind to you (save for Jungkook maybe, but you suspected that he had his reasons). It hardly seemed like the right way to repay their compassion.

“Hey, I don’t think you’ve ever called me, is everything okay?” Taehyungs voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you took a deep breath. It occurred to you that it was entirely possible that Jinyoung had placed a bug in your room before you even got there, and that you had no way to know if you were being listened to by someone other than Taehyung.

“I think I left my sweater at your house the other day.” You lied, knowing that it wasn’t going to sound even remotely convincing to Taehyung. “I’ll meet you at your house in a few, ok?”

You were greeted at the door by an irritated Jungkook telling you that he had looked everywhere and your sweater wasn’t there.

“I know.” You said, pushing past him and walking into the house. “Where’s Taehyung?”

“You know.” Jungkook repeated flatly. “As in, you knew all along and I just spent all that time looking for something that doesn’t exist?”

“Yep.” Jungkook crossed his arms, somehow looking even more agitated than before.


“You’d never know, but he’s not normally like this.” Taehyung said, approaching the two of you. “He just really doesn’t like you.”

You explained quickly what had happened and what Jinyoung had told you. Taehyung lead you into the living room as you spoke, and Jungkook followed.

“He’s gone completely off the handle.” Taehyung said thoughtfully. “Jaebum’s always had it out for Yoongi, and now he’s gotten sloppy.” He grinned at Jungkook. “I think this calls for some fun.”

Jungkooks frown deepened. “This isn’t a good thing, Taehyung. And we need to talk to Namjoon before doing anything—“

“Yeah, yeah.” Taehyung waved a hand dismissively at Jungkook. “Now that I think of it, why haven’t we ever done the same thing to Jaebum? Turn over files to the police I mean.”

“Because it’s cowardly to do something like that, and it’s still a violation of the treaty that we honor, unlike Jaebum apparently.” 

“Oh, yeah.” Taehyung shrugged, the smile returning to his face. “What do you say we give old Jaebum a taste of his own medicine?”

“That is, by far, the dumbest thing you have ever said.”

The plan came together faster than you would have guessed. Taehyung called Namjoon in (who was followed by Jimin and Hoseok) and explained what was going on, then his brilliant plan that Jungkook said was insane. And it probably was, but it was better than any of the other options you could think of.

“Does anyone else think that we should inform Yoongi of what we’re doing?” Hoseok mused, and Jungkook laughed. You had never heard the youngest laugh, it was deep and full, and felt entirely out of place in the otherwise silent room.

“Yeah, let’s tell Min Yoongi that we’re going to use his crush as bait, fantastic idea.” Jungkook continued laughing, and Jimin rolled his eyes.

“She’s not bait, she’s…” He looked over at you, contemplating. “A distraction.” No one had asked you if you wanted to be part of this, but you were pretty sure that at this point, you didn’t have much of a choice. You had come to the realization earlier that as long as Jaebum was around, Yoongi would never be truly left alone to live his life. He might have had a chance before you got involved, but that had been lost the moment Yoongi broke Jaebum’s ribs. You felt somewhat responsible for Yoongi’s re-involvement in the mafia, so it was only fair that you played a part in freeing him from it once again. You just also didn’t want to die.

“No one’s telling Yoongi.” Namjoon said, then looked over to you. “I’m sure you understand why.” You did. Yoongi already insisted that a bodyguard accompany you to your classes, there was no telling what he would do if you told him you were planning to walk into Jaebums base, cause a distraction, possibly get shot and hope to walk away with incriminating files. “Jngkook is right. This is completely insane.” You thought to yourself.

“And we probably shouldn’t mention it to Seokjin either.” Namjoon added, and this part came as a surprise to you.

“Why not?” Taehyung seemed as confused as you were, and Namjoon sighed.

“The last thing he wants is for Yoongi to have one more reason to stay away from us.”

“So when are we going to do this?” Hoseok asked.

“It’s going to take some time to get everything in order.” Jimin pointed out, and you were once again struck by how calm Bangtan was. Were they really never phased by anything?

“Wednesday night.” Namjoon decided, and that was that.

You weren’t sure how you were going to keep this from Yoongi, and you weren’t exactly crazy about the idea of keeping secrets from him again–especially not when things seemed to be going so well between you. 

A/N Ahaha, so many people were worried that Reader was going to make a huge mistake! So I thought I’d update a little early. This is actually getting (kind of) close(ish) to the end! I’m kind of sad tbh, but there will be at least another three parts, maybe more (I honestly don’t know for sure). Thank you for reading! Maybe this has put some peoples minds to rest, haha. <3

Of Books and Dirty Cash pt 13


Yoongi x Reader

Before you moved to live on campus for college, you had never heard of a librarian who had a reputation for yelling. But not only does Min Yoongi yell, he’s also dangerous, and part of something much, much darker. When curiosity gets the better of you, you end up involved in much more than you bargained for.

You can also read part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18

It took you a full minute to process what the words said and meant.

Then you panicked.

You were out the bedroom door in seconds, running down the hall to the nearest door. You pounded on the wood, hoping against hope that there was actually someone behind it. In such a large place, you knew it was entirely possible that you were the only one on this side of the house.

After a few seconds, a sleepy and confused Taehyung opened the door. “Park Jimin, if you do not have a very good reason—Oh.” He finally opened his eyes and looked at you. “What’s wrong?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but when no sound came out, you just shoved the note at him. He reacted much faster than you had, looking up at you with wide eyes.

“Where was this?” He asked carefully. “Do you know who wrote it?”

You shook your head. “It… It was under my pillow?”

Taehyung didn’t wait to hear anything else, taking off down the hall. There was a rushing in your ears, and even though you were vaguely aware that Taehyung was yelling, you weren’t sure what he was actually saying.

Seokjin was the first to respond, walking out of a room in a bathrobe looking thoroughly irritated. The annoyance vanished from his face however when he registered what Taehyung was saying. You followed the two deftly as they made their way to the giant staircase. Namjoon must have heard the commotion, as he made his way quickly up the stairs towards the three of you, followed closely by Jimin and Jungkook.

They formed somewhat of a circle, their voices becoming more hushed. You hung back, not sure that you wanted to know what they were discussing. You wished they would suddenly turn around and tell you that it was all a joke, that they were just messing with you. But when you saw the grim expressions on their faces, you knew that wasn’t the case.

“What on earth are you doing?” You heard Yoongi’s voice from behind you, and turned to see him stepping out from a door not far down the hall. His hair was damp, and he had a towel slung over his shoulder. “Don’t you people sleep?” He frowned as he walked closer, assessing the situation. Everyone had stopped talking once he made his presence known, and the silence was deafening. “What?” He asked suspiciously as he approached.

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anonymous asked:

What if a student noticed his friend had been Taken and decided to hold whatever took his place hostage with some kind of trap of salt and iron, and traded the changeling's life for their friend back and and Oath that no harm coming from the Fae, directly or indirectly, would be made to those the student care about, including the student themself. What would happens?

It would violate the Treaty, and the student would be punished pretty severely by the school. Changelings are guaranteed safety by the faculty during their time on campus (so long as they aren’t actively harming anything else), in exchange for the safety of RAs at the end of each academic year when they wade into the Elsewhere to try and collect any missing students. Violating that treaty would put dozens of lives at risk on both sides, and more than likely start a cycle of revenge that could get very ugly very quickly if the University doesn’t nip it in the bud.

Broken Hearted: The Romulans

Broken Hearted: The Romulans
Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader
Word Count: 1679
Warnings: Bones Soul mate AU, fluff, angst, cursing, pretty much the normal stuff

A/N: I have read so many soul mate AU’s that I’m intrigued and want to try my hand at it. Just in case this idea that I have isn’t new, I’m not trying to copy anyone! This is Part 4 of the series.

Back on the Enterprise, Captain Kirk was shouting commands.

“Uhura, get me the captain of that ship! I want to talk to him now! Sulu, put us between the Romulan ship and the station! Chekov, get the away team back here!”

“Romulan Captain is hailing us, Captain.” Uhura reported from her station.

“Put him on screen.” The screen blinking to the Romulan bridge and its Captain. “I’m Captain James Kirk of the Federation Starship Enterprise. Why have you opened fire on a Federation space station?” he demanded of the man on the screen.

“I am Captain Ujan of the Romulan ship Vitile. That station is the property of the Romulan Empire and you have stolen it from our space. We demand that you release the station to us immediately and leave this area. We would rather destroy our station then let it fall into Federation hands.”

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In my overconfidence at having Easter pretty much tied up (Peeps! Independence Day eggs!) and maybe even St Patrick (that would be the existing holiday closest to the Roman Liberalia and so perhaps a good date equivalent for the Genitalia Festival) that I completely neglected to consider Valentines Day. 

“You’re my cup of tea” has potential. Maybe “I think you could be a captain,” though that one needs some working through.

Or, maybe a picture of Translator Zeiat (or Dlique would do!) with the caption, “YOU STOLE MY HEART. I can’t imagine why you’d want it, it must make a terrible mess. And actually, your doing that is a potential treaty violation.”

Or, no. Dlique. “HEARTS BELONG INSIDE YOUR BODY happy valentines day.”

the australian government was doing massive counter-intel ops on the a.l.f.. false flag ops, plants, you name it. they had feds join the group trying to catch “radicalized” members, trying to rile them up so they could be arrested. feds ignited the a.l.f’s interest in the omnium, leading to some protests for it to be dismantled permanently. this was a relatively minor back end complaint for most a.l.f. members, who wanted legal recognition of their land rights. but it won them some attention, because a lot of the civilian populace felt the same way. some of it out of genuine concern, some out of malice towards omnics.

the police and the media worked together to paint the protests as violent, though, with fed plants in the a.l.f. starting stuff with the riot cops to try to drag in other members. there were a few “attacks” on distant towns, from “bikers” that no on in tha a.l.f. recognized. a full day’s drive away from where they were set up.

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anonymous asked:

your opinion on marx's antisemitism? since you seem to think communists had problems with nazi germany for any reason other than the fact germany violated their treaty

Marx was Jewish. Ethnically and religiously until he stopped practicing. His critiques of his birth religion is his own right as somebody who moves away from their religion. Lenin gave a speech against anti-Semitism.

And also, even if he was anti-Semitic, which he was not, the ideology of communism does not pertain to that at all, because none of his writing about communism express any contempt for Jewish individuals.

Fuck off with your ahistorical cointelpro.

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Prompt:  I love your writing and I am so happy you made this blog!! I can’t wait to read more from you and if you’re still accepting imagines, could you do one where Kirk and the reader clearly like each other but he doesn’t want a relationship since he’s seen what happens in space (and actually died) and doesn’t want to get close to someone else when something could happen to him again. You can decide how to end it (reader changes his mind/nothing happens, I mean who doesn’t love some angst?)!
Word Count: 2218…I may have gotten carried away. No ragrets
Author’s Note: Part 2!

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anonymous asked:

Could you do something with werewolf!Will and fairy!nico?


Will tended to avoid the little clearing in the forest. His father was the leader of the pack, and he was the one who told them to avoid the clearing. What kind of example would Will be setting as the future leader if he didn’t follow his father’s rules? Will had only been there once when he was just a pup. He had stumbled into the clearing when he had been wrestling with some of the other pups, but they all immediately realized their mistake when they went from the boisterous woods that their pack inhabited to the eerie silence of the clearing.

“Who are you?” A small voice made Will look up. There was a boy about Will’s age sitting on a tree branch with dark black hair and even darker eyes. At the time, Will didn’t know what kind of creature he was looking at. He had been much too young to recognize the deadly figure of a fairy. He had thought that perhaps the small boy (much too small to be a pup) had perhaps been a nymph or a water sprite, both more gentle and kindhearted then a fairy.  

“I’m William,” Will had boasted proudly, “son of the great Alpha Apollo.” He would be lying if he said he hadn’t puffed his chest out when he spoke his father’s name. He took great pride in his bloodline. The fairy had laughed, showing Will a mouth full of wickedly sharp teeth.

“I’m Nico,” the boy offered and Will smiled. “Son of Hades. What are you? You don’t look much like a-”

“Nico!” A voice boomed. Nico’s head whipped around as he shrank against the tree. Will didn’t know who or what was coming, but it was obviously scary if Nico and the pups cowering behind Will were anything to go by. It was at that moment that Will’s father made an appearance as well, looking both relieved and horrified to find Will in the clearing.

“William! What on earth are you doing in here? I told you to stay away from the clearing! This is not part of our-” Will’s ears had laid back against his head as his father scorned him, and Will would never admit to the small whine that made its way through his throat.

“Apollo! What is your offspring doing in our clearing? I thought it had been made very clear that this was to be the safe place for my people. You are not planning on violating the treaty, are you?” The man, who looked like a much larger version of Nico stepped up to Apollo, and Will would also be lying if he said he didn’t growl at the man’s close proximity to his father. Apollo snapped at him for it though.

Up in the tree, Nico was shaking like a leaf, his eyes wide. “Return to you mother, Nicholas,” the man said and Nico nodded quickly, dashing off. Will was a little sad when he left, but he had a feeling that it wasn’t the last he would see of Nico.

When they were walking back to the pack, Apollo was scolding the pups for being so careless. Will’s mind was elsewhere, though, on the strange boy with the strange smile. “Father, what were they? They were not wolves.”

Apollo looked down at Will with an unreadable expression. “Those were fairies, son, and they are the most deadly creatures you will ever meet.”

Imagine how cute tiny lil pup Will would be

i’m having serious second thoughts about that time i said there was a weird logic to tapa killing uncredited kids

like ok you’re invading a country, what’s the one thing you could do to get the people there to resist you the hardest and to fight to the last bullet

what’s the one way to get any orange or purple or yellow or any other caste to fight back against you no matter what

how can you create a civilian resistance movement among people who would normally passively accept that now they belong to you

actually let me put it this way

a gray soldier comes to your house to kill your kid.  she reminds you that if you protect your child, a foreign bureaucrat will be sad because you violated a treaty

what do you do?


The powerful flagship used by General Hux and Kylo Ren, the Finalizer is the first of the new Resurgent-class Star Destroyers, whose size and firepower clearly violate the treaties between the New Republic and First Order governing capital ships. The Finalizer’s heavy weapons are augmented by two wings of starfighters, a hundred assault craft and a full legion of stormtroopers trained since birth for loyalty to the First Order.