victory in the park

CHARLOTTESVILLE REPORTBACK

From a comrade who was at Charlottesville:

Took me a couple days but it’s time.
To anyone who watched Cville from a far, I want to remind you of something.
What that coward did plowing into a crowd of people from the safety of his car and then retreating to safety was not only an act of cowardice but an act of desperation. With 95% of news reports focusing on the attack, there has been very little coverage of how the rest of the day went for the Nazis, so consider this a PSA.

Make no mistake, Charlottesville was an unconditional defeat for the Nazis and the Fash. The day started out with hundreds of Nazis occupying Emancipation Park fully outfitted in makeshift riot gear and surrounded by a contingent of right wing militia in full battle rattle. It ended with 700+ antifascist protestors marching on the final 70 Nazis that were stupid enough to not leave the city. Antifascist demonstrators, outnumbered close to 4 to 1, literally fought an uphill battle through a single choke point against an army of assholes with shields, clubs, and a seemingly endless supply of OC spray with little more than our fists and our flags. The Nazis said they were going to hold Emancipation park and we choked them with their words. Within an hour, the park belonged to Charlottesville again, and the Fash were on the run in all directions. On multiple occasions I saw groups of maybe 5 or 6 protestors chasing off groups of Nazis five to eight times their size.

Festivities began at probably around 930 or 10 and by 1130, the entirety of downtown Cville belonged to Charlottesville, thanks to all of the various groups and individuals that came out to defend it. Once victory in the park was assured and the Nazis completed their general retreat, packed into their church vans and got the fuck out of dodge, all of the Cville defenders regrouped, rehydrated, and answered a call to defend a small group of protestors from approximately 70 Fash that were harassing them. We stepped off by the hundreds and marched with impunity through downtown with cheering from the sidewalks and the cars. About a block away from where the attack occurred, the bloc with which I was a part of converged with another contingent of antifascist protestors, bringing our total number to AT LEAST 700 (I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if it were closer to 1,000).

That’s when the Nazis pulled out their Trump card to try to win the day. This cowardly piece of shit who’s name doesn’t even deserve being written couldn’t cope with the fact that his little group of friends had fucking lost. They came out expecting Berkeley 2 and left in bandages and shame. When the left suffers a defeat, we sit with it, accept it, and learn from it, but these assholes can’t accept that their shitty ‘master race’ is one of utter inferiority and resort to attacking innocent people from the safety of 4,000 pounds of metal.

And even in such a moment of horror, we came out on top. Faced with a situation that none of us expected, street medics and medically trained protestors responded in seconds by the dozens. The following hours long minutes were filled with the greatest acts of compassion for comrades that I have ever witnessed. Medics stayed cool, calm, and collected while providing life saving interventions and preparing accurate and complete patient assessments. By the time EMS arrived, early interventions were mostly complete, and prepared assessments were given allowing triage to be completed accurately but with haste, so that EMS could immediately begin evacing and transporting patients to higher care. It’s a devastating shame that our comrade and fellow worker Heather Heyer had to give the ultimate sacrifice for a cause in which they believed, but I have no doubt that if it weren’t for the actions of the first responders, there would have been several others that would suffer the same fate.

So with that, I would like to conclude this poorly thought out piece of writing with this: Consider the victims of Saturday’s attack. They weren’t a small isolated group of protestors, nor were they in the middle or rear ranks of the bloc marching to the final showdown of the day. They were in the very front. Our comrades were going to be the first to tell the final Nazis that their bullshit isn’t going to stand; not in Cville, not on the East Coast, not in America, and not on the entire fucking planet. Every single one of them is a hero of the highest degree, and don’t fucking forget that. From here on out, we each need to strive to be where they were, to be the tip of the spear against the rise of fascism in this country. So next time you here of a gathering of fascists, be it five or five-hundred, show up. Show up for yourself, show up for all victims of fascism past, present, and future, and show up for Heather Heyer and all our comrades at the front who risked life and limb for our cause and the greater good.

Prior to Saturday, prominent neonazi Richard Spencer said that Charlottesville was going to be a turning point; that “people are going to speak in terms of 'before Charlottesville’ and 'after Charlottesville’”. Let’s show him exactly what that means.

BTW: a group of crows is called a Black Floc

renjun translating for chenle is everything just so everyone knows

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Highlights of a few of the Architectural masterpieces in Buffalo and its environs. Top and bottom photos are of the Our Lady of Victory Bascilica; one of several gems of the Frank Lloyd Wright and Frederick Law Olmsted, both created multiple buildings and parks/parkways; then the stunning Art Deco City Hall of Buffalo.

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Anonymous said:
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Anonymous said:
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Hello! Thank you all so much ♡ And of course (nothing satisfies my inner army and potterhead more lol) To my second anon: I’m sorry if some of them don’t have slytherin!kook, but I hope they’re still to your liking!

Title: Fizzing Whizbees and Fanged Geraniums
Author: Icandigelvis
Rating: Mature
Length: 5–10k words
Genre: Fluff
Summary: “Try pointing your wand more to the middle,” Taehyung said from behind him, seated on one of the desks, playing with his yellow scarf. Jimin sighed, gripping his wand tighter and parting his legs a little, getting into a better stance. He had to stop constantly getting distracted and thinking about a particular Slytherin. Taking a deep breath Jimin stared at the center of the boulder he’d summoned earlier. “Bombarda!”

Title: I Don’t Disappoint
Author: babybluejimin
Rating: Not Rated
Length: 10–15k words*
Genre: Pining, Angst, Smut
Summary: jungkook and jimin are opposites. they’re rivals. they very obviously hate each other. jeon jungkook definitely doesn’t stutter when he talks to jimin, and he would never in a million years have a crush on him. obviously.

Title: Love, Life, and Learning (I Do it All with You)
Author: minimints
Rating: General Audiences
Length: 25–50k words*
Genre: Drama, Fluff
Summary: Park Jimin is chosen by the Ministry as one of the few hundreds leaving their home country and going to school overseas as part of the World Magical Education Initiative; he’s only eleven years old and chosen by a lottery, but he’s leaving Korea to become a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. There’s one boy that manages to constantly catch his attention, and Jimin doesn’t really understand himself why he’s so obsessed with Jeon Jungkook. It takes him a long time to figure out Jeon Jungkook is just as obsessed and in love with him; he’s kinda oblivious about things like this.

Title: The Room of Unrequited Love
Author: dyegu
Rating: Teen
Length: 15–20k words*
Genre: Fluff, Angst
Summary: When the new Hufflepuff prefect, Park Jimin, takes an undue interest in Slytherin fourth-year Jeon Jungkook, the younger boy starts wondering if any magic can compare to the uncomfortable bubbly feeling in his heart.

Title: Start of Time
Author: Fleurete
Rating: Mature
Length: 25–50k words
Genre: Drama, Romance, Smut
Summary: HP!AU. Perfect student Jeon Jungkook isn’t fond of new kid Park Jimin. He doesn’t care if its irrational, he just can’t stand him or his pretty face. But as Jimin starts to worm his way into his life, everything Jungkook thought he knew about Jimin falls apart around him, and soon he is forced to discern for himself the truth of the mystery surrounding Park Jimin.

Title: Stigma
Author: iamverynofun, insideimasadrainbow, JeongDal, miniyoongi, Only_Baby_Scars, Redghoul, riordmag, superwholocked666, TiTAEnium, Vi, & zaphyre
Rating: Mature
Length: >100k words*
Genre: Slow Burn, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Smut
Summary: The things that happened to Park Jimin as a child were never his fault, and he had always tried to remind himself of that. Even without a father, a mother, he somehow had always managed to be at peace. Jeon Jungkook has always had a family, a text book magazine life. But behind closed doors, his world is dark, pressured and he has no way out. No amount of magic can stop certain things from happening. Not for Jimin. Not for Jungkook. Not for anyone.

Title: The Unnecessary Notion of Love Potions
Author: orphan_account
Rating: General Audiences
Length: 1–5k words
Genre: Humor, Fluff
Summary: It’s well known amongst all of the houses that Jungkook and Jimin are in dire need of romantic abstinence and that their friends are the tripled reincarnation of the Weasley Twins.

Title: You Stir Up My Heart (and Cauldron)
Author: cutekookie
Rating: General Audiences
Length: 1–5k words
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Jeon Jeongguk hates Park Jimin, Park Jimin hates Jeon Jeongguk; it’s as simple as that. Except, life is never that simple, and it takes years of pining, paired with conveniently placed Amortentia, for Jeongguk to figure things out.

**BONUS: SERIES**

Series Title:
Slytherpuff Relationships are the Best
Author: aborescent
Rating: General Audiences
Genre: Fluff

Title: More Golden than a Golden Snitch
Length: 1–5k words
Summary: Everyone knows that the first year Slytherin seeker Jeon Jungkook’s biggest fan is not from his own house but a third year Hufflepuff named Park Jimin.

Title: More Victorious than Winning the Quidditch Cup
Length: 5–10k words
Summary: It’s a little known secret that third year Hufflepuff Park Jimin’s biggest fan is not from his own house but a first year from Slytherin named Jeon Jungkook.

Title: Next Time Won’t You Sing with Me
Length: 1–5k words
Summary: the abcs of slytherpuff relationships

199 last Thursday –> 197.8 Friday –> 200.4 Monday –> 199 Tuesday –> 198.4 yesterday –> 198.4 today

Aww, same weight! I think I’m just retaining water, because I had a photoshoot with an engaged couple in Central Park last night that left my leg muscles sore, and I woke up in the middle of the night with a huge leg cramp. Here’s a random picture of some flowers I took as my fiancé and I were waiting for the couple to show up.

Huge non-scale victory, though: one of my best friends from back home texted me last night to say that she saw a picture of me on Facebook where she can tell just by my face that I’ve lost weight! I was sooooo hopeful that when I visit my family this weekend, someone will notice that I’ve been losing since they last saw me for the 4th of July, but now I feel like it kind of already happened!

I’ve really hated going home for the last year and telling everyone that I wouldn’t be eating whatever nice thing they made or ordered or bought for me, because they always look at me like, “But why? You’re not losing any weight.” In your FACES, dear loving family. 😀

Dear America,

Amidst the confusion, and despair, and disbelief, it was suggested to me by a very close friend of mine (I won’t say her name, to protect her identity) (Ann. It was Ann) that perhaps a few people would enjoy hearing my thoughts on this election. So I sat down at my computer, cleared my head, and opened a document. Then I started crying. So I had some hot chocolate, and my close friend (Ann) rubbed my back for a while, and I got myself together, and sat down. And started crying. Then more Ann comforting me, and more hot chocolate, and back and forth like that for about six hours or so, the chain of hot-chocolate-and-back-rubs only interrupted briefly when I had to run to the store for more hot chocolate packets (“Just give me all of them, all the boxes,” I remember saying, through tears, to a very scared stockroom boy) and now I am ready to go.When I was in fourth grade, my teacher Mrs. Kolphner taught us a social studies lesson. The seventeen students in our class were introduced to two fictional candidates: a smart if slightly bookish-looking cartoon tortoise named Greenie, and a cool-looking jaguar named Speedy. Rick Dissellio read a speech from Speedy, in which he promised that if elected he would end school early, have extra recess, and provide endless lunches of chocolate pizzandy. (A local Pawnee delicacy at the time — deep fried pizza where the crust was candy bars.) Then I read a speech from Greenie, who promised to go slow and steady, think about the problems of our school, and try her best to solve them in a way that would benefit the most people. Then Mrs. Kolphner had us vote on who should be Class President.I think you know where this is going.Except you don’t, because before we voted, Greg Laresque asked if he could nominate a third candidate, and Mrs. Kolphner said “Sure! The essence of democracy is that everyone—” and Greg cut her off and said “I nominate a T. rex named Dr. Farts who wears sunglasses and plays the saxophone, and his plan is to fart as much as possible and eat all the teachers,” and everyone laughed, and before Mrs. Kolphner could blink, Dr. Farts the T. rex had been elected President of Pawnee Elementary School in a 1984 Reagan-esque landslide, with my one vote for Greenie the Tortoise playing the role of “Minnesota.”After class I was inconsolable. Once all the other kids left, Mrs. Kolphner came over and put her arm around me. She told me I had done a great job advocating for Greenie the Tortoise. Through tears I remember saying, “How good, exactly?” and she said “Very very good,” and I said, “Good enough to—?” and she sighed and went to her desk to get one of the silver stars she gave out to kids who did a good job on something, and as I tearfully added it to my Silver Star Diary she asked me what upset me the most.“Greenie was the better candidate,” I said. “Greenie should have won.”She nodded.“I suppose that was the point of the lesson,” I said.“Oh no,” she said. “The point of the lesson is: people are unpredictable, and democracy is insane.”Winston Churchill once said, “Democracy is the worst form of government, except all those other forms that have been tried.” That is perhaps a pithier and better way to get my point across, than that long anecdote about Mrs. Kolphner. Should I just erase all of that and start with this? Whatever. I’m pot-committed now, and is there extra caffeine in that hot chocolate? Because my head feels like a spaceship. The point is: people making their own decisions is, on balance, better than an autocrat making decisions for them. It’s just that sometimes those decisions are bad, or self-defeating, or maddening, and a day where you get dressed up in your best victory pantsuit and spend an ungodly amount of money decorating your house with American flags and custom-made cardboard-cutouts of suffragettes in anticipation of a glass-ceiling-shattering historical milestone ends with you getting (metaphorically) eaten by a giant farting T. rex. Like most people, I deal with tragedy by processing the five stages of grief: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. My denial over the election results was intense. My anger was (in Ron’s words) “significant.” My bargaining was short, but creative — I offered my soul and the souls of all of my friends in exchange for 60,000 more votes in Milwaukee, to any demon who cared to accept. (Tom told me it was a terrible deal, but I didn’t care, in that moment.) My depression I have already mentioned. Which brings us to Acceptance.  And here’s what I stand on that:No. I do not accept it.I acknowledge that Donald Trump is the President. I understand, intellectually, that he won the election. But I do not accept that our country has descended into the hatred-swirled slop pile that he lives in. I reject out of hand the notion that we have thrown up our hands and succumbed to racism, xenophobia, misogyny, and crypto-fascism. I do not accept that. I reject that. I fight that. Today, and tomorrow, and every day until the next election, I reject and fight that story. I work hard and I form ideas and I meet and talk to other people who feel like me, and we sit down and drink hot chocolate (I have plenty) and we plan. We plan like mofos. We figure out how to fight back, and do good in this infuriating world that constantly wants to bend toward the bad. And we will be kind to each other, and supportive of each other’s ideas, and we will do literally anything but accept this as our fate.And let me say something to the young girls who are reading this. Hi, girls. On behalf of the grown-ups of America who care about you and your futures, I am awfully sorry about how miserably we screwed this up. We elected a giant farting T. rex who does not like you, or care about you, or think about you, unless he is scanning your bodies with his creepy T. rex eyes, or trying to physically grab you like a toy his daddy got him (or would have, if his daddy had loved him). (Sorry, that was a low blow.) (Actually, not sorry, I’m pissed, and I’m on a roll, so zip it, super-ego!) Our President-Elect is everything you should abhor, and fear, in a male role model. He has spent his life telling you, and girls and women like you, that your lives are valueless except as sexual objects. He has demeaned you, and belittled you, and put you in a little box to be looked at and not heard. It is your job, and the job of girls and women like you, to bust out.You are going to run this country, and this world, very soon. So you will not listen to this man, or the 75-year-old, doughy-faced, gray-haired nightmare men like him, when they try to tell you where to stand or how to behave or what you can and cannot do with your own bodies, or what you should or should not think with your own minds. You will not be cowed or discouraged by his stream of retrogressive babble. You won’t have time to be cowed, because you will be too busy working and learning and communing with other girls and women like you, and when the time comes you will effortlessly flick away his miserable, petty misogynistic worldview like a fly on your picnic potato salad.He is the present, sadly, but he is not the future. You are the future. Your strength is a million times his. Your power is a billion times his. We will acknowledge this result, but we will not accept it. We will overcome it, and we will defeat it.Now find your team, and get to work.

Love,Leslie

‘Parks and Recreation’: Leslie Knope Writes Letter to America Following Donald Trump’s Victory

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Drabbles:

Top

Ikea 

You broke what?! 

Secret kiss 

THAT couple

Won’t twist


G-dragon

Fashion faux pas 

That’s so not dope 

Focus 

Daisies

Just kiss already


Taeyang

(None yet)


Daesung

Sleepless

Halloween 

It’s so us 

A seaworthy ship 

Check yes or no 

Dae nurse 

Empty space 

Fireflies

Running lines


Seungri

Banished 

The house 

Paranormal 

Wet willies 

The model 

Camping 

Double standards 

Sexiest man in the world 

Parking 

Rooftop 

Hunger 

The taste of victory 

Interruptions 

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Scenarios (non-smut):

T.o.p

Notes and paintings. Fluff 

Drunk communication. Fluff 


G-dragon

The baby daddy. Angst 


Taeyang

(None yet)


Daesung

(None yet)


Seungri

Wednesday? Fluff 

Cubs. Fluff 


Smut scenarios:

The only one *SMUT* (T.o.p)

Anniversary. Fluff with *SMUT* (Daesung)

A Dae in the sun. Fluff with *SMUT* (Daesung)

Lust. *SMUT* (Seungri)

Feel good. *SMUT* (Seungri)

Caught. *SMUT* (Seungri)

Hotel trouble. *SMUT* (Seungri)

Wedding bells. *SMUT* (Seungri)

Reactions (all members):

Salad-fingers.

Waffles.

Memes.

A new pet.

Series:

The man by the river. (Seungri)

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12]

Ripples. Dark A/U (All)

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11]

Who Says

Characters: Alpha Steve Rogers x Beta Cherry Bomb

Who says things have to be the way they are? Who says things have to follow the natural order of things? Who says you can’t be with the one you love even though they might not be what was intended for you?

A/N: I really have no clue what the fuck I’m doing. And I’m so sorry. This probably sucks and I promise I’ll never write another A/B/O fic again. Everything I know about the Omegaverse, I picked up from fics I’ve read and from the A/B/O Wikipedia page. The core idea stuck with me and it wasn’t until I read a wonderful fic by @sherrybaby14 that I became inspired. And I’d really like to thank @ursulaismymiddlename for answering my Omegaverse questions and having confidence in me that this doesn’t, in fact, suck.

Angst. Smut. Feels. Some fluff if you squint.

“Ok, sweetheart. You’re cut off.” The bartender tapped Cherry’s head where it lay on the bar.
“I’m not drunk, Larry. You just activated the spin cycle on the bar.”
He chuckled. “Oh lord. Cherry, go out to the beer garden and get some air before you throw up.”
“Yes, Larry.”
“Want me to call him?” She groaned and pouted, slumping her shoulders back like a toddler in a tantrum as she trudged out to the low lit beer garden. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Larry picked up her phone from where it lay by her purse as he moved them both behind the bar. “What’s your unlock code!”
“0-7-0-4.”
“His fucking birthday, Christ, girl.” The burly bartender unlocked her phone and thumbed up the ICE contacts and dialed ‘Captain Stevie Bear’.
“What’s up, firecracker? How’s the date going?”
“Not so good by the state of her.”
Steve sighed down the line. “Who is this? Where is she? And is she alright?”
“This is Larry, bartender at the Steel Horse and I’m wondering why you didn’t recognize my voice. I’m hurt, Captain Rogers.” Steve chuckled. “She’s alright, I guess. Definitely drunk off her ass.”
Steve grunted. “I’ll be right there. Don’t let her leave.”
“Wouldn’t think of it, sir.” Larry ended the call and tucked the phone in her purse and waited for Captain America to come to Cherry Bomb’s rescue.

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