Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

voltrashcan:

alexfierrno:

desthedemon:

OH OH OH!! AND LIKE YOU COULD DO IT FROM A FICTIONAL CHARACTER IF YOU WANT TOO!!!

OMG YES PLEASE! You can start now if you want…

PLEAASSSEEEEE I AM READY

skygemspeaks:

Okay but imagine Yuuri retires from professional figure skating at 27, and he decides to go back to college to become a teacher.

So this boy walks into class sporting the just-rolled-out-of-bed look with the sex hair and the big comfy sweater and the starbucks cup in one hand.

And you know, he’s enjoying his life, he makes friends in his program and on the weekends he helps his husband teach cute little kids how to skate and they have this cozy little house together in a nice neighbourhood. He probably has girls and guys falling for him left and right.

And then one day, Yuuri’s out with his friends, and they’re at a cafe or something.

And a group of girls comes up to them, and they’re all blushing and nudging each other saying “You talk first!”.

So Yuuri just turns this absolutely blinding smile on them and asks, “Autographs?”

The girls squeak, and nod furiously.

“Sure!” he says, reaching out for the notebooks they’re holding out for him to sign.

And about ten minutes later, after several selfies and autographs and a lot of gushing and squealing and “Please let Viktor know we’re looking forward to Yuratchka’s upcoming season,” the girls leave.

So Yuuri turns back to his friends, and they’re all just staring at him with wide eyes and gaping mouths.

Yuuri kinda wonders if there’s something on his face.

The first thing that comes out of anyone’s mouths is, “…who’s Viktor?”

And Yuuri’s kinda confused as he replies, “….my husband?”

“YOU’RE MARRIED!?!?!?!?” his friends all shriek.

Yuuri looks down at his hand to make sure his ring is still there. “Yeah?” he says, holding his hand up.

“I thought that was just a fashion statement!” one of the girls exclaims.

“Why did they want your autograph though?” asks another of his friends, and Yuuri just looks away sheepishly.

“I’m…uh….a retired pro figure skater?” he asks, his voice going higher with embarrassment. “And I…uh…got 2 golds in the Grand Prix…and 2 golds in Worlds….and maybe a silver in Pyeongchang?”

His voice gets progressively quieter as his face gets even redder.

His friends are staring at him in horror and shocked disbelief now.

And he thinks he might as well get it all out now.

“And…my husband might be the most decorated athlete in figure skating history?”

fableprincess:

rahayn:

k so story time:

i went to the local shakespeare festival (and by local, i mean on the other end of the state) and during the day i convinced my mother to go hiking with me because we were in the center of like four national parks

so we end up hiking this trail that sort of jack-knifes down the mountain and I end up climbing partway up a tree on the edge of the trail to see further out, so my smartass mother asks “legolas, what do your elf eyes see?”

and i, in my smarmy glory, go “they’re taking the hobbits to isengard!”

which is funny enough as is, but then the entire mountainside of hikers hidden in the trees goes “THEY’RE TAKING THE HOBBITS TO ISENGARD-GARD-GARD-GARD-GARD! THE HOBBITS, THE HOBBITS, THE HOBBITS, THE HOBBITS TO ISENGARD, TO ISENGARD!”

and that’s how an entire hiking trail of people who never actually saw one another convinced my mother i’m some sort of meme-summoning mountain troll

Oh Christ this made my day! XD

slyrider:

the-rebel-and-the-captain:

andrethydragosaur:

the-rebel-and-the-captain:

Jyn: babe, come over

Cassian: I can’t, I just fell thirty feet

Jyn: I’m about to get shot

Cassian:

I’M DEAD

So are they.

@words-writ-in-starlight

janothar:

janothar:

You know, the Richard Spencer getting punched thing has made it VERY clear which groups of people I’m not actually safe around, if push comes to shove.  People who had SAID that they’d defend Jewish people, or even promised that, if shit hit the fan, they’d hide me, have said that this was inexcusable, and now I’m not wasting emotional energy on them.  Because they won’t.

If you think you’d have hidden Jews during the Holocaust, but think that punching Richard Spencer was “inexcusable,” then you’re kidding yourself.

I encourage everyone to reblog this!

thenextjenneration83:

contrastyles:

isn’t it weird how it’s already february but it’s also only february

I see this post every February and it always fucks me up

Never more so than this year.

vintar:

vintar:

i used to get self-conscious over the smallest things but friends let me tell you that today i had to smuggle a furious 8ft python onto the bus during the school rush and not a single person noticed. not one. if people don’t care enough to notice a shopping bag writhing and seething with barely-contained reptilian hatred then i promise you that no-one will pay any attention to that blemish you’re fretting about or how you’ve done your hair

#sounds fake, #but okay 

what kind of weak nerd doesn’t have a bunch of giant pythons hanging out in their house

omgparsonpls:

sorry not sorry @kentparseparson and i came up with this ridiculous headcanon that definitely needed to be shared with the world

• one of the frogs (probably chowder *war flashbacks to 3.15 blog post*) accidentally calls jack “dad”, oops
  
• inevitably, it becomes a SMH meme so fast, they all start calling jack “dad”
  
• except bitty. bitty is 100% banned from calling jack “dad”.
• anyway jack gets??? so used to people calling him “dad” by the time he graduates that when some random kid is talking to their actual father like “hey dad” jack turns around like “yeah???” and the falcs are like ??? you’re not a dad ??? right????
  
• you’ve clearly never met the samwell men’s hockey team
• SMH gets out to one of jack’s games and literally all of them are wearing shirts that say “jack zimmermann is my father” and made signs like “go dad!!!!”
  
• falcs: aw look jack ur kids are so supportive that’s beautiful (((:
• jack: i have no friends in this world
• and you know the falcs join in after a while of course
  
• marty: hey dad can you pass me my water bottle
• jack: you are literally older than me
• tater: wow dad you playing so great, hoping i’m being big hockey star like you when i’m being grown-up
• jack: go away tater i’m trying to eat my pb&j
• kent somehow manages to get hold of a “jack zimmermann is my father” shirt
  
• which marks the day that kent is also 100% banned from calling jack “dad”
• bitty and kent bond over this and become best friends
• it also marks the day that the jack “dad” zimmermann meme continues to spread from samwell to providence to fucking las vegas
  
• everyone on the aces start calling him “dad”, too
  
• aces player when jack checks him: what the fuck dad, i thought we were cool
• aces goalie when jack scores: dad is that any way to treat your son
• jack: *so dumbfounded he forgets how to play hockey for a minute*
• the aces starting buying jack so much “#1 Hockey Dad” shit
  
• when the aces win the cup one of them is like “i want to thank my dad, jack zimmermann, for always supporting me”
  
• bitty is laughing so hard he falls off the couch
• meanwhile jack is just like “he did not just…. say that…. on TV. bitty– bitty stop laughing you’re supposed to love me bitty please”
• espn is confused. baby daddy!jack rumors arise. as does the new “Jack Zimmermann Is My Baby Daddy” meme (and shirts).
  
• (bitty buys 3)
• (shity has a crop top)
• and if you think bob and alicia zimmermann are innocent during this whole strange phenomenon you’re very wrong
  
• both of them totally get in on the baby daddy rumors. bob fuels the flames “well he did bring that one person over here that one time…” alicia starts asking when she’s going to get to meet her grandchildren, jack.
  
• also bob wearing one of the “jack zimmermann is my father” shirts
  
• jack: ok but dad you’re literally my dad ??? stop ??? why are you like this ???
• every week there’s a new rumor over which hockey player jack zimmermann has a child with
  
• SMH does their duty and makes sure to report to jack every time they find a new one
• “hey jack why didn’t you tell us you had a kid with sid crosby bro that’s not a secret you keep from your bros”
• the week it’s jack + tater, jack gets nearly simultaneous texts from ransom and kent like  “🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪 right in my BACK, zimmermann, i’ve never been so BETRAYED”
  
• kent and ransom form a Personally Betrayed By Jack Zimmermann For Taking Our Man support group

temporaldecay:

fieldbears:

deerity:

A medieval weaponry shop run by three people all dating each other

A polyarmory

@ashkatom

kevystel:

jinlian:

kevystel:

kevystel:

kevystel:

kevystel:

kevystel:

high school au where every time katsuki yuuri walks past viktor nikiforov gasps and softly whispers ‘i’m gay’ to which his entire lunch table responds with a chorus of ‘we know’

‘i hope someday he’ll notice me,’ thinks yuuri wistfully, sitting three rows behind VIKTOR NIKIFOROV in calculus while viktor is mentally rehearsing his WILL YOU GO TO PROM WITH ME? invitation to katsuki yuuri, the love of his life, via interpretive dance

obviously (obviously), yuuri hears through the grapevine that viktor nikiforov has a crush and spends the rest of the term moping. little does he know that viktor is at this very moment drawing little hearts around the cyrillic for ‘yuri nikiforov’ in his english lit notebook. yuri plisetsky, a freshman, wishes he could transfer schools

this all comes to a head in the most Extra™ manner possible when viktor discovers to his horror that KATSUKI YUURI, THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE, has been despondent for a month thinking that viktor likes someone else. viktor immediately takes action to correct this misunderstanding and by action i mean he approaches yuuri during lunch period and by ‘approaches yuuri’ i mean he spots yuuri across the packed cafeteria and rushes towards him shouting ‘move i’m gay’ as the masses part before viktor like the red sea

‘yuuri, sweetheart, why don’t you just ask him out?’ says christophe sympathetically, trying to nudge True Love™ in the right direction and also help out his best friend viktor, whom christophe loves & supports & wants to see happy

‘i don’t think he knows i exist,’ yuuri admits

‘ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME,’ yuri plisetsky shouts, flinging his phone at the wall

also viktor definitely turns up at yuuri’s house in the middle of the night to throw pebbles at his bedroom window. that is a thing that happens

#viktor spends the whole school festival wrapped up in a rainbow flag and yuuri is just like. ‘god i hope hes gay’ (@inspectorwired)

viktor shows up outside yuuri’s bedroom window with a boom box to sing l-o-v-e by nat king cole loudly and off key until yuuri runs outside to tackle him

yuuri brings viktor a slightly squashed flower he picked from the field on his way to class and viktor cries bc it’s so romantic even though yuuri literally walked up to him with the line ‘i found this on the ground and thought of you’

skinks:

so, the “pretending we’re married/together” trope is a great one but i think in chirrut and baze’s case, reversing it could end up in some of the funniest shenanigans ever

baze and chirrut, the most married couple to every marry - undercover and pretending they’re NOT married

maybe they’re trying to infiltrate the gang of an imperial stooge arms dealer on jedha, go in together and act as if they’ve never seen each other before, and bring down the operation from the inside. they’re working together because honestly, you need two people to do a job without even needing verbal communication, even when one of them is blind? you go to baze and chirrut

but asking them to act like strangers is impossible. they keep slipping and calling each other pet names. almost forgetting to sleep in separate bunks, and unable to sleep when they do so. freezing halfway through absent-minded displays of affection, before hamming it up and pushing each other away, “uhh what are you DOING” “GET OFF OF ME, YOU’RE NOT THAT IRRESISTIBLE” “SINCE WHEN!?”

having one of their normal arguments at a critical moment during an ambushed weapons drop when one of the marks roars in frustration, “would you two just FUCK and get it over with”

without thinking chirrut says, “that never works when he’s in a mood like this” and there’s a pregnant moment’s silence. then their contractor arrives and baze has never been more glad for a firefight to kick off

they agree never to take another job like it again. too damn difficult

homophobic:

no offense but a waiter could literally murder me and i’d still tip 20%

elizabitchtaylor:

You ever meet someone and you can tell they grew up in a household where The Simpsons was banned ?

beekeepermarycatherine:

like. I love theology discussions, but I love my brand of theology discussions. highlights include:

• top 5 punishments from back when God was fun
• Jesus and the disciples were a bunch of punk ass kids and that’s awesome 
  
• yes, I fully stand by the fact that I just called Jesus punk. Jesus was totally punk.
• fuck every single author that portrays Satan as a revolutionary. Satan is a child throwing a temper tantrum and I have no patence for him
• let me tell you every single detail of exactly how I think the Christ story would play out in modern day
• reasons why I am crying over Judas Iscariot right now at this exact moment 
• the Bible may not have said Adam and Steve, but it definitely said David and Johnathon 
• the fall of humanity was inevitable and God’s fault for making us so damn curious. it would have happened with or without Eve. leave your sexism at the door.
• I want to bring Peter to a modern Catholic Mass because he would recognize literally nothing about the church he started
• angels are horrifying creatures and I want to have sex with one

you-wish-you-had-this-url:

jessicahenwick:

seduce me with obscure knowledge of history

*seductive voice* Alexander Hamilton wasn’t allowed to fast track trough Princeton because a student had done that the previous year, and had a nervous breakdown due to stress. That student was James Madison.

hollowedskin:

raphaelsdumort:

sarsbabe77:

animatedamerican:

inquisitivespirit:

protectnevillelongbottom:

littlepumpkinprincess:

fiercefatfeminist:

fiercefatfeminist:

It is our duty as feminists to protect and respect women in Hijabs

Now. More. Than. Ever.

Question: if I see someone pull off a Hijab, what should I do? I know there are reasons they are worn so I want to if i should stand in between them and who did this, should i protect them from view somehow, or something else? This has been happening a lot so I feel it’s something everyone needs to know.

Good question! I cannot correctly and effectively answer, as I am a white, non-Muslim person; however, I will reblog in case any of my followers can answer. 

I asked my Hijabi friend, so here’s one Hijabi’s answer: 

“my opinion is, definitely try cover them or give them something to cover themselves with. And perhaps shoo off the person, without putting oneself in danger! God forbid, if that happened to me, I would like someone to come and comfort me and give me something to cover my hair with and then help me report it to the cops “

(Followers, if any of you are hijabi and would like to expand on this answer or offer alternatives, please do.)

If u see it happen to 1 of us, pls cover our head + hair with a coat or shawl or any piece of cloth, while hugging us in comfort. Please don’t get hurt by lashing out @ the perpetrators in any way, coz if they dare to do that, they’re probably too far gone in their own hatred to listen to any reason. Much love + Thank You to anyone who supports us.

yes !! everything said here is important af. if you see someone pull off a girl’s hijab immediately cover her hair and provide comfort. don’t talk to the perpetrator but try to get the woman out of there if you can. maybe if you have a scarf on you at the time give it to her so she can wear it until she’s alone and can replace her hijab. please please protect muslim girls because we already had it hard before donald trump became president and now its gonna be worse with people going around thinking their violence and cruelty is justified 

for my other white ppl who might have a hard time, it’s my understanding that a hijab is like a major item of clothing, not an accessory like a hat or a scarf.
so think abt it more like if someone just ripped someone’s shirt or skirt off. u don’t want to be left there exposed or have to walk home without it.

everyone, even outside America needs to protect our Muslim sisters in these times.

kvotheunkvothe:

jumpyangst:

robin-goodfellow:

Guys please pay attention to H.R 586, a bill introduced that would declare human life begins at fertilization.

Don’t let this bill slip by. Call your reps. Spread the word.

Here’s the link.

Getting real tired.

This has 23 co-sponsors from GA, AR, SC, TX, AZ, WI, OH, MO, TN, OK, VA, and IN. If you live in one of these states, these are your representatives. Link.

literallyfuckeveryone:

tr*mp just FIRED THE ACTING ATTORNEY GENERAL for saying she wouldn’t defend the immigration ban in court because she didn’t think it was legal. SHE WAS FIRED FOR DISSENTING. SHE WAS FIRED FOR DOING HER JOB. REMEMBER THIS. THIS IS THE BEGINNING OF A PUBLIC PURGE OF DISSENTERS.

yarndarling:

vaspider:

gallusrostromegalus:

So y’all keep blowing up my notes with the various Family Lore stories I’ve been telling, so I guess I should tell one on my parents now.

My Mother’s Father was part of the United Auto Worker’s Union, and during the 50′s and 60′s, was on strike a lot. My point is, grandpa got himself an entirely deserved reputation for being a sucker who loved animals, so people would dump thier pets on him. Hence, my mother grew up in a house with pets such as Picket the one-eyed tomcat, Tweety the Bald canary, Dummy the cat, Stupid Son of Dummy, Spooky Garbage Dog and Chiquita the Tarantula.  Eventually Grandma put her foot down when Grandpa brought home Gerta the Saint Bernard.

I say all this because it provides some context for how the following occured.

Mom and Dad had just moved in together (my parents dated for six years and were engaged for 13 days, driving everyone on both sides insane), and unfortunately, My mother’s German Shepherd, Cops, has just passed away due to bone cancer.  After mourning for a bit, Mom and Dad decided to get a dog together, as a couple.  

For context, my father had never owned a dog in his life.  His mother had ‘Pretty Bird” the budgie as a child but parrots are alien life forms, not pets.

So they go to the Palo Alto Animal shelter to adopt.  The year was 1987, and at the time, Palo Alto was… not a great place.  Lots of drugs, gangs and poor civic managment.  Mom told me that she learned to identify different types of gunfire while living there. They get there, and mom explains that she’s always had a preference for Big Dogs, and the guy’s face lights up.  Oh Yes, he says, We have a Big Dog.  For expirienced owners, yep, adoptable today, here we’ll give you a discount even-

Somehow my parents were not suspicious about this.

They were shown to the Animal in question, a Gorgeous blue-sable beastie with pretty golden eyes who immediately pressed herself against the fence and gave them the best PUH-LEEEEEEASE TAKE ME HOME puppy eyes 100lbs of canine can do.  Mom and Dad fall in love instantly.  They sign all the paperwork and take her home for $10, and name her “Mazel” as in “Mazel Tov.”

Within the hour, it becomes clear that something is amiss.

Cops had lived with his kibble stored in a plastic garbage can in the garage for six years without incident.  Mazel figured out how to open doors and got the locking lid off the can in six minutes, horking down about four pounds of the stuff before my mother notices that it’s been weirdly quiet.  Most dogs bark at or chase squirrels.  Mazel stalked and caught one the second day, presenting it to my mother like an offering.  Mazel knew all her commands but would clearly stop to consider before obeying, and trained my dad to give her good treats within a week.  The locks on the side-yard gate were undone, and she took a stroll around the neighborhood, but always retuned home for dinner.

After a week of gradually realizing that Mazel was smarter than most of the professors my mom worked with, they took her to the Vet for a routine checkup.

Dr. Hamada walked into the exam room, dropped the clip-board and said “Where the HELL did you get a Wolf?”

After a bit of prodding and a very-angry-dr.hamada-calling-the-pound, they determined Mazel was a high-content hybrid, probably with a husky, but was going to be a lil shit her entire life.  OK, said Hamada, I don’t like destroying animals and you’ve got a lot of expirience with dogs, so I’m okay with letting you keep her, but you should keep her away from small children because her Prey Drive could kick in.

Two years later, mom got pregnant with me.

Mazel noticed instantly, and reacted by digging a large hole in the yard and catching even more squirrels for mom, because she needed the protein or something.  That what you do when the Alpha Bitch is preggers, right?  Dig a den and ply her with food?  On the advice of my grandmother, my mom stayed overnight at the hospital once I was delivered, and dad went home with a shirt that had moms and my scent on it.  Mazel spent the whole night puzzling over it.

The next morning, when mom came home with me, there was the sudden and instantaneous recognition of PUPPY!!!!!! :D:D:D!!!!! PUUUUUUUPPY!!!!!!  and Mazel turned into the most aggressively maternal being I’ve ever met.  Playing with me on the blanket, sitting under my chair at meals (I was a messy eater), sleeping under my crib, teaching me to walk by letting me hang onto her fur and shuffle around.

Dr. Hamada thought mom was a madwoman, until he saw me holding Mazel’s mouth open and sticking my face in so i could look at her teeth.  He gave up when my mom announced she was pregnant with my sister.

I’m making living with a Wolfdog sound awesome, but it did come with some drawbacks:

• Mazel did have to be muzzled at the vets, because she had Opinions about having things stuck up her butt.
  
• HAIR.  One of my chores growing up was to brush her out every week and I’d frequently end up with more hair than animal.
• the only way we could reliably get her to stay in the yard was with an overhead tether with a STEEL cable, which she chewed through anyway.
• Do you like waking up by being hit in the face with half a dead animal? No? Wolfdogs may not be for you.
• More than capable of opening the fridge and eating everything if you’re not watching
• Will get into everything if not otherwise occupied.  Including eating your tax forms.
• Howls along with sirens at 4 AM.

PROS of growing up with a wolfdog, as a small child in the 90′s

• I was afforded a degree of freedom normally associated with a pokemon trianer. It was no big deal for me and my sister to walk three miles through my not-really-good neighborhood to the Froyo if I took Mazel with us. People tended to leave us alone when we had 100lbs of overprotective Apex Predator following us around.
  
• WINNING at Pet Day at school.  There wasn’t actually a compettion but Billy’s hamster sucks in comparison to an animal that is perfectly willing to demonstrate how she can snap an oak branch in half on command.
• PTA moms losing their shit because Mazel would walk down the block by herself to come pick ups up from school.
• Grew up associating the word “Bitch” with teeth and the willingness to rip an asshole’s face off for being rude.  Never changed the definition.
• Learned the I-Own-This Strut and Murder-Stare from the absolute best.

When she was 17, Mom and Dad decided to add another room on to the house.  They rigged up the overhead tether so she could be outside but not underfoot for the contruction guys.  One morning, mom came out to notice them all milling in the side yard entrance, muttering worriedly.  When mom asked what was wrong, one of them explained that Carlos forgot to bring the Hamburger.  What do you need a hamburger for?  Asked mom, and they pointed down the side yard to where Mazel was sitting, doing her best Viscious Alpha Bitch Stare.

Apparently they’d never realized that she was on the VERY end of her tether there and couldn’t actually get to them, and had been scamming them for a big mac a day for a month.  Mom had my six-year-old sister pull her away to show she wasn’t dangerous and tired her best not to laugh but kind of failed.

Mazel ended up living to be 19 and a half, and except for some minor arthritis, remarkably hale until the day she passed away in her hole in the back yard while taking a nap.  I maintain that Death had to wait until she was sleeping to get a crack at her, or she would’ve taken his scythe for a chew toy.

tbh this sounds like one of @seananmcguire‘s stories and I do not doubt it a bit bc I know all of Seanan’s stories are true. XD

@words-writ-in-starlight

gavelenvy:

lucyaudley:

As of Sunday Jan 29, Boston is the only US city pledging to admit all legal green card and visa holders, and refugees at an international airport. No detention no deportation. Anyone trying to come back to the US who is affected by the ban is being urged to reroute through Logan airport. Please share.

For anyone flying through Logan who is not familiar with the airport, likely arriving in Terminal E - there is a completely free silver line service that will take you directly to South Station, from which point you and anyone traveling with you can obtain train or bus tickets to most major destinations up and down the east coast.

The stop outside the terminal looks like this - exit from any point and walk until you find a sign like this one.

If you’re concerned about scheduling, general arrival times (which also specifies which terminal) can be found here. It’s not perfectly reliable, but can give a general idea of when the line (which looks like a bus) will be running.

The bus to get on looks like this - you should not be asked for fare.

South Station is the fourth stop after getting on at terminal E - there will be an announcement, it may take anywhere from 20-30 minutes, depending on the time of day and how busy the traffic is.

From South Station, if you have a place to stay in Boston, you can continue on the red line and transfer trains without paying additional fees. Make sure you ask your host or the guest services at wherever you’re staying where the closest stop is and what line it is on.

If you can get a flight back out of Logan to wherever your destination is, that’s probably ideal, but if you need to stay somewhere in the mean time due to the length between your flights, the T may seem confusing, but it’s a really solid and low-cost way to get out of the airport and to a place where you can sleep or pick the next leg of your trip. Cab services, especially during high volume time periods, can turn out to be really expensive, and if you don’t know how to use the Silver Line it can be overwhelming trying to figure out where to go.

If you need help with Boston’s public transport, don’t be shy about asking someone who’s in the same terminal or on the same bus - Bostonians can be a little icy, but the only reason I know what I know is because kind strangers have helped me get from point A to point B. Hopefully this helps get you off in the right direction - and feel free to directly message me if you need any clarifications (or if you are a single person who needs somewhere to stay in the Boston area - I have an extra mattress!!)

Be safe, everyone.

leupagus:

sashayed:

sashayed:

I heard something amazing last night: a longterm Congressional aide who said “I got 30,000 calls a week to impeach Bill Clinton. I’ve gotten 5,000 this week about the ACA.”

That’s partly because we communicate differently now than we did in the 90s, of course. But in my opinion, it’s a sign of something else. This first-week offensive of jaw-droppingly vile legislation is intended to fragment the opposition. We can’t all fight every battle–and if we try, the aides we speak to won’t tabulate us in all of them. So while 30,000 or more of us may be calling, some of us are focusing on the ACA and some on Jeff Sessions and some on the wall and some on the Muslim ban and on and on and on. 

This is important and necessary. We must and will focus on the many, MANY different issues that brought us to this point. But it is also time to pull Congress’s attention to one, and that one is impeaching Donald Trump. 

When you call your reps tomorrow, try something like this. (Feel free to send me corrections.)

Hi, my name is [your name], I’m a constituent from [your town], and I want to tell [representative’s name] that Congress needs to act immediately to impeach President Trump. Not only has his behavior been unhinged, but he is in direct and obvious violation of the Foreign Emoluments clause of the Constitution. He is empowering deluded bigots like Steve Bannon over national security experts. He is dangerous and unfit to lead. As a [parent, lawyer, child of immigrants, friend and neighbor of immigrants], I have a stake in this fight, and I will personally work to remove any member of Congress who doesn’t stand against Trump. Thanks.

This is ESPECIALLY important if you have a Republican representative. Make it personal for them. Tell them how hard you and your community will work to ensure they lose in the next election if they don’t stand up to Trump.

Mike Pence is a nightmare, but he’s not a nightmare who wants to put Steve Fucking Bannon on the National Security Council. He’s not a nightmare with populist cachet. He is not the nightmare that makes David Duke and Richard Spencer so fucking happy. We must and will fight him as President – but we will be able to do it on our terms. Impeach this motherfucker now.  

GOOD MORNING EVERYONE! Happy Monday! Donald Trump and his administration remain a clear and present danger to literally everyone in the world, and they must be removed from power. Today’s assignments are:

1. Call your reps (that’s the people in the House, you have just one of them) and encourage them to support a Judiciary Committee impeachment investigation. Emphasize Trump’s failure to release his tax returns and his ties to foreign businesses. Emphasize also that you are an Ordinary Decent Citizen. That’s just always a good idea. 

If they showed up to fight the Ban this weekend, thank them. Show that you noticed. If they didn’t, tell them you noticed. ALWAYS MAKE IT PERSONAL. House terms last just two years, so all of these spineless motherfuckers are up for reelection in 2018. If yours didn’t show up, make it clear – politely – that you and your community will work to ensure his or her removal. 

2. Call your Senators (you have two of them) and demand that they block ALL of Trump’s nominees. I don’t think it would be a bad idea to drop the word “impeach” in there too, just to get them used to hearing it: “I want to express how concerned I am about the President’s unhinged behavior, his unconstitutional executive actions and his ties to foreign powers and businesses. Until such time as he can be IMPEACHED, Senator [Name] must block every one of his nominees.” 

If you have hostile Senators or representatives, try to use your anger creatively. “I want to tell the senator that my community and I are furious at his support of/inaction as regards the President’s unconstitutional actions this weekend. Unless he steps up to represent his constituents, we will throw our support behind any primary or general challengers in [year your senator is next up for re-election, maybe Google it].”

If you get a busy signal, please: keep trying. I PROMISE YOU THAT PEOPLE WHO SUPPORT TRUMP WILL BE CALLING UNTIL THEY GET THROUGH. Most of them are not self-conscious and do not have problems with entitlement. They do not feel “bad” about how they “sound,” because they believe that anything they personally want is good. WE CANNOT AND WILL NOT LET THEM OUTNUMBER US. 

Okay. Cool. Love u guys. BREAK!!!!

And in case you forgot/haven’t done this yet (although I say this lovingly: you should already have it), check here to find out who your Congressperson and your Senators are. It also shows you a handy-dandy map of your congressional district, if you live somewhere that has more than one Congressperson!

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pharmedup:

madenthusiasms:

trustmeimageographer:

Can I just say like… I’m not American so I can’t really know what it’s like out there right now, but I am really proud of you guys. Like, Trump - a man known to have sexually assaulted multiple women - is elected, so the women of your country not only turn out in their millions but they inspire women around the world to do the same in solidarity. He preaches anti-intellectualism, so your scientists host database hacking and saving days to preserve data. He bans government agencies from speaking the truth, so they create rogue social media accounts that spread facts even at the risk of their jobs. He brings in racist immigration bans, causing chaos in airports and huge uncertainties in the lives of real, innocent people, so protesters swarm to the airports, lawyers work pro bono round the clock to get people into the country, and people mobilise to destroy him in the high court in a day.
I know this is awful and it sucks and it’s only been one freaking week, but you guys are doing amazing right now and I am so moved and so proud. It’s gonna be tough and everyone will have to pick their battles and just keep fighting and pushing, and this isn’t how it should be but at least we know there are people with the guts and the gumption to do what they can.
You guys are the sand in the gears.

Thank you. If you want to understand America, you have to be able to imagine 400 cats in a moose costume. Most of the time it looks like an incoherent twitching mass as the cats inside hiss and scratch each other over things that only matter to those inside that one part of the costume.

Then something really big happens, something that catches the attention of all the cats, and suddenly instead of a twitching flat lump, you’re facing an fully grown, fully coordinated, VERY angry moose.

The administration thought it would be herding cats. Instead, it’s facing a charging moose.

Ok that’s hilarious

Be the moose guys. Be the freaking moose

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tygermama:

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tygermama:

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roane72:

tygermama:

Where are the fic where the super-slick super-spy is thwarted by their seduction target’s complete lack of self-esteem and inability to believe for one second that someone that hot wants to fuck them?

….

I don’t know if I need to read this or I need to write this, but I need this.

This desperately needs to be a thing.

OOoh, how about the complete lack of self-esteem and disbelief is married with cynicism…that there’s no way that this person wants to fuck them, they must want something,

And that’s when the spy takes it as a personal challenge. He can hear the suppressed laugher in his handler’s voice. They’ve never failed like this.It is ON.

I love this addition

This was longer than I meant it to be, but once I started writing I got caught up:

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His suit was less expensive than he was used to – he was playing an attorney here, not a jet-setting billionaire or dashing playboy – but the game was the same as it always was. Approach the target, charm them into letting their guard down, then talk his way into their home to get access to, in this case, computer files. He didn’t even have to feel guilty about this one – either she was manipulating phone software for terrorists, in which case she deserved everything she got, or she was being used by someone who was manipulating phone software for terrorists. In which case, he was saving her.

She was just the type who could use a little saving, too. Eating lunch in a mall food court, hunched over a tablet while she ate sesame chicken one-handed without looking. Hair pulled back in the most practical hairstyle possible, he was sure their interaction would be the most exciting part of her week.

Shifting his grip on his briefcase, he sauntered over to her table. “Pardon me for being rude, but I saw you sitting over here and I—“

“No.”

He blinked. “What?”

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OMG EVERYONE READ THIS!!!!

thank you so much this is awesome!

I hope you continue it but even if you don’t it’s still more than I was expecting and it’s awesome and you should be very proud!

You’re very welcome. Have some more;

After a few seconds, he realized the muffled noise he could hear over his comm sounded suspiciously like laughter.  “Shut up,” he muttered, voice low enough that casual passers-by wouldn’t be able to overhear.

Naturally, D did exactly the opposite and stopped muffling the laughter entirely, letting it boom over the comm loud enough to make him wince. “You know I’m saving the audio forever, right?” D managed, laughing so hard she was wheezing. “I’m going to insist we start an agency Christmas party, just so I can play it for everyone and we can all laugh at you together.”

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