workers' power

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It was really wonderful meeting the band, I love their shows and I always leave them with such a large sum of happiness^^! The fandom and the group of spg are all so spectacular~! And I’m really happy they loved their posters TTwTT ahh~! Thank you so much for always being inspirations in my life, and just flat out being super awesome!
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Heh- I even got misty eyed when they looked happy by the gifts QwQ!
I hope all that were there tonight have a wonderful day/noon/night/timezone, and an even more wonderful weekend~!

‘The Black Panther Party - Speech by John Hulett / Interview with Stokely Carmichael / Report from Lowndes County’, Socialist Workers Party, United States, 1966.
This pamphlet is about the first Black Panther Party in Lowndes County, Alabama that inspired the more well known BPP to form in Oakland, California.

For 240 years, our nation’s call to citizenship has given work and purpose to each new generation. It’s what led patriots to choose republic over tyranny; pioneers to track West; slaves to brave that makeshift railroad to freedom.  It’s what pulled immigrants an refugees across oceans and the Rio Grande; it’s what pushed women to reach for the ballot; it’s what powered workers to organize.  It’s why GI’s gave their lives on Omaha Beach, Iwo Jima, Iraq and Afghanistan.  And why men and women from Selma to Stonewall were prepared to give theirs as well.

So that’s what we mean when we say America’s exceptional:  not that our nation’s been flawless from the start, but that we have shown the capacity to change, and make life better for those who follow.  Yes, our progress has been uneven – but the work of democracy has always been hard; it’s always been contentious; sometimes, it’s been bloody.  For every two steps forward, it often feels we take two steps back.

But the long sweep of America has been defined by forward motion.  A constant widening of our founding creed: to embrace all, and not just some.

—  PRESIDENT OBAMA

A day in the life a White Supremacist

  1. Walk into supermarket.
  2. Notice Tescos have put in twenty automated checkouts where there used to be fully staffed conveyors. There is one non-white British person running the handbasket till. 
  3. Blame immigrants for taking all the jobs.
The Signs and When They Sleep

Aries: 2 am. Power workers

Taurus: 2 pm. Finish their work early and NEED the sleep

Gemini: Honestly who even knows

Cancer: 7 pm. In bed whether they’ve finished HW or not

Leo: Midnight. Not even doing HW tbh, probably watching youtube videos and eating

Virgo: “WHAT IS SLEEP. Capricorn pls help”

Libra: 10 pm. Good little angels

Scorpio: 2 am. Diligently working until they’re done with all their AP classes

Sagittarius: 5 am. Party whoop whoop

Capricorn: “VIRGO, I FEEL YOU”

Aquarius: Either always sleeping or not sleeping at all

Pisces: 9 pm. They’re forever sleepy little puppers

Just like the center of the Earth, there resides within you a burning, churning core. It ignites your flame of passion, of creativity, and strength. It is a highly powerful, magnetic force field of attraction that when tapped into, allows you to achieve the impossible. Go within and lite your life off that flame.

anonymous asked:

Can I get a scenario with Ignis and his s/o dancing to a slow song? ❤️ btw;; you complete me, 😚

Aww, you’re so sweet.


Imagine this;

You’ve been waiting for this little break in Lestallum. The days and on the road, fun as they were, left you strung out and exhausted. You adored the four blokes you travelled with but, by the Six, you needed a break.

You found what you were after in a small bar, crowded with working women, the air thick with music and chatter. The fans were going, the drinks were cheap and for once you looked good enough to eat. Nursing a highball cocktail that was half ice and half something bright green, you leaned against the bar and watched the crowd. You felt a little over dressed and soft compared to the half-dressed power workers, definitely an outsider at a glance, but it was like watching a water current flowing past, somehow relaxing.

The company helped.

Beside you, Ignis was noting something down in his little black book, lips pressed into a line. He’d made a comment about the loud music when he arrived, twenty minutes and two drinks late. Loud music was the point, you told him, lips by his ear, breathing in the smell of his cologne, herbal and fresh and working in tandem with the cocktails and heat. The sharp focus on his eyes as you pulled back made it all the worse.

He bought you a drink and one of his own and slipped into a seat beside you. During lulls in the music you spoke heads craning close, sharing tastes of each other’s cocktails. You rocked in time with the music, watching a crowd of dancer’s shimmy and twist.

A hand on yours pulled you from your daze, a bare thumb and gloved fingers gliding over your skin. You looked, meeting Ignis’ gaze. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, brows lifting. He gave a slight nod towards the dance floor in invitation. You smiled in reply, a little excited thrill squirming up your spine.  Tangling your fingers in his, you nod and slip off your stool.

The crowd is easy to slip through, people parting for the stranger in the room. The music changes, slowing as you find a clear space and turn to your dancing partner. Ignis seems to have eyes only for you. The hand holding yours gives you a gentle squeeze before urging you closer. His other hand finds your hips, and yours finds home against his chest.

“Did you plan that?” You asked following his sway. It’s still crowded and hot despite the fans blowing across the dancefloor and the goose bumps on your skin. Ignis was just as warm against your front, a teasing smile on his lips.

“Would it help if I did?” He replied over the crooning voice of some singer, fingers pressing gently through the fabric of your top. You smiled, helpless, unable to look away even as he turned you both around the floor.

“Maybe?” You said, losing his gaze as light flashed over the lenses of his glasses. The music swelled and you shivered, heart aching. You loved this song, dreamed of dancing to it one day in white. For a moment you could almost pretend you were anywhere but a crowded club.

Ignis’ hand slipped around to your back. “Are you alright?” He asked. You nodded, shoving your thoughts away to focus on the man in front of you.

“Nostalgia.” You leaned in closer. He was so warm and real, arms looping around you. It was almost too warm to be held but you leaned in closer. “I love this song.” He chuckled, the sound vibrating against your cheek.

“Good to know.”

anonymous asked:

Hey so I saw you have an MLE tag and that someone asked about badass auror Dramione.... and I know you have rec'd M for Murder (and the rest of Dramione84's series) before but it's not under the tags! Also you shared Apostasia recently (another great auror story) and its not under the tag. Another fantastic story where they were aurors was to catch a criminal but i cant recal the author's name <3

Thanks for the recs!

M for Murder by Dramione84 - M, 38 chapters -  A unique Murder causes Head Auror Harry Potter to pair Hit Wizard Draco Malfoy with top auror Hermione Granger and she is NOT happy about it. Ties in with Afternoon Tea at Malfoy Manor and Welcome to Venice which can be read as a stand alone fics or in sequence. Prequel fics R for Ronald, D for Draco and P for Pansy fill in the backstory

Apostasia by LucreziaJames - M, WIP (currently 3 chapters) -  When the Ministry receive intelligence suggesting that one of the highest ranked Death Eaters is not dead Harry Potter puts his best agents, Draco and Hermione on the case. What happens when Draco and Hermione start to realise their might be more to their close relationship than a working partnership

To Catch a Criminal by Bex-La-Get - M, 33 chapters -  Top Aurors Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger are sent to New York to catch a serial killer. But just as they come to terms with their feelings for each other, they’re confronted with more than they bargained for when they’re betrayed by someone close to them. Now, it’s no longer business; it’s personal.

-Shirlyn

anonymous asked:

i hate it when customers order something and when i tell them how much they owe they freak out about it and/or cancel their order. like why the fuck would you order something w/o asking how much it is first if it's that big a deal? and i hate it when they complain to me about the prices like i, just a worker there, have the power to change them.