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mizukixtsukiyomi · 5 years

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Kagx Secret Santa Gift!

@fictionalxlifexreality I want to apologize for getting this out to you so late. Life happened, but I tried my best to write you a good piece with one the pairings from your list. I do hope you enjoy!

Pressing the button on the side of her phone, Kagome checked the time.

Five minutes until their meeting time.

A low sigh passed her lips as she flipped her phone back down before lowering her arm back to her side. The screams of excitement caught her attention to see the many fast and energetic rides she had been looking forward to. The smell of popcorn, cotton candy and churros enticed her to just wait for him inside while she gave herself a sample testing of the new foods she had been looking forward to try.

Kagome’s focus shifted to the couple walking in front of her. A college couple by the looks of it. But what had caught her attention was the matching headbands with black mouse ears attached. She blinked, noticing the way the girl wrapped her arms around her boyfriend’s arm before closing the gap between them. In return, the male planted a kiss on the top of her head before entering the gates of the amusement park.

‘I wonder if he would be okay matching…’. He rarely showed affection and hand holding rarely occurred. Matching clothes would be something she would need to beg. She pouted as eyes narrowed at the couple. Sourness melted in her mouth. “I’ll make him.”

“Make me do what?”

Kagome jolted in place before her head whipped around her shoulder. A nervous grin broke out on her lips upon staring at a suspicious glare from her black-haired boyfriend. “Hi, Hayato-kun.” The all-star baseball player of their school always seemed to catch her in the middle of her devious ideas, and she knew that he wanted her to confess the moment he glared down at her.

But that would never happen.

“Ka-kome!”

She blinked; her sight lowered to the young boy in her boyfriend’s arms. Staring at a pair of eyes full of excitement, Kagome’s lips curled into a small smile before looking up at the teen male holding the toddler in his arms. “Um,” she looked back down to see the spiky black-haired toddler waving at her, “why is Taka-kun here, Hayato-kun?”

Hayato sighed as he adjusted the squirming toddler in his arm. “He wouldn’t stop crying unless I brought him.”

Kagome blinked again.

“He overheard me tell our mother that I was coming to the amusement park with you and this brat decided to tag along.”

Her eyes lowered back on the smiling toddler only to notice his arms reaching for her.

“Lemme go, idiot brother! I wanna be with Kakome!” Taka reached with desperation for the girl as his tiny arms wailed to escape his brother’s grip. Plopping out of his brother’s arm, Taka jumped into Kagome’s.

“Woah there!” Kagome caught him. “Be careful, Taka-kun!”

Sighing under his breath, Hayato adjusted the strap of his black fanny pack over his shoulder. “Sorry about bringing him. I know you wanted to come here for a long time. Should have texted you a warning.”

“It’s okay.” She smiled back. ‘Although some of the ride plans would have to be postponed for another day.’ But that would mean Hayato would have to bring her another day, so it all worked out. Making sure she had full support of Taka’s weight, she brought him closer to her chest which he quickly snuggled into.

Hayato’s brow twitched as he watched Kagome pat his younger brother’s head. There was a specific reason why he did not like bringing Taka around when he was with Kagome.

Taka’s eyes sparkled at the sight of color decorating the amusement park and the characters of the movies he had seen brought to life walking around the streets of the park only fueled his excitement. “I wanna go there!” He pointed at the blue-alien looking cartoon character who was partnered with another human-girl cartoon character dressed in a red dress printed with white Hawaiian leaf patterns. “I wanna go take a picture!”

“Well,” Kagome chuckled looking up at her boyfriend, “guess he is dictating where we go.”

“You can just tell him no, Kagome.” Hayato huffed as he saw his brother’s joy spread on his lips.

Taka quickly turned his head towards his brother. “But I wanna go!”

“I don’t mind.” Kagome smiled. “Besides, I love these characters, too!” Grabbing Hayato’s hand – much to his confusion – her smile shifted into a smirk. “You are taking a picture with us, too. Just because your brother is here doesn’t mean you are going to ignore what I want to do.”

Brow twitched in return.

OoO

Watching his little brother enjoy the ice cream in a cone from across the table irked him. Not so much the ice cream, but that Kagome had ended up buying the brat one. The plan was to go to some rides, but the damn brat wanted one now.

“Is it good, Taka-kun?” Kagome asked as she kept Taka on her lap.

“Yeah!” He raised the cone. “It is gud!”

“Good.”

Taka immediately directed a glare onto his brother. “That’s wa I said!”

“No you didn’t.” Hayato grabbed one of the fries shared on the middle of the table.

Taka’s cheeks puffed with anger. “I did!”

“No.”

“Yes I did!”

“No.”

“I did!”

“No.”

“I DID!”

Kagome watched with the rest of the spectators as the two continued to bicker back and forth. Continuing to enjoy her own cold treat, expression remained stoic. She was used to this interaction. It happened at school, parks, and even when she visited his home. His house was worse.

Sighing under her breath, Kagome leaned forward. “Guys, you really don’t have to fight over-.”

Heads and eyes followed the fall of Taka’s ice cream the moment he lost his grip. Hearing the light splatter of the ice cream hit concrete had both teens slowly looking at Taka’s teary eyes. Kagome immediately turned to Hayato.

Leaning away from Taka’s ears, she gave her boyfriend a warning glare. “L-Look what you did!” She whispered.

“He did it to himself.” He closed his eyes, ignoring the tears streaming down his brother’s face.

“It’s your fault, idiot brother!” Taka pointed with his finger. “Kakome! I want another one!”

“Don’t buy it for him.” Hayato warned. “He is only going to keep asking you for stuff.”

“I really don’t mind-.”

“Don’t.” Hayato’s brow crooked up.

“I wanna nather isu kurimu!” Taka shouted once again.

Kagome watched as Taka crawled over the table to meet his brother eye-to-eye and their bickering continued. Shaking her head, Kagome continued to eat her ice cream while the two brothers found their own solution.

She knew better than to meddle because Hayato hated when Taka tried to get her on his side.

And it worked each time.

OoO

Laughter layered continuously from their own voices and swirled together with those also spinning in the same ride. Taka’s smile stretched as he felt his world whirl; Hayato watched as Kagome continued to spin the metal wheel in the middle of their “tea cup” ride. They waited over forty minutes for this? Although he really could not complain because at least his brother had stopped pulling his hair and Kagome also seemed to enjoy herself.

“Are you bored?”

Hayato’s focus shifted back on his girlfriend.

“Why don’t you try to spin?”

Looking back at the metal wheel, Hayato then looked at Taka who sat between them with closed eyes. The wind that blew around them was more than relaxing to him. He was content. Placing his hands on either side of the wheel, he gave Taka one last look before going for a spin.

Kagome blinked, wondering why had agreed when usually he would be against participating in childish things. As soon as a smile began to form on her lips, it vanished as the spun accelerated. The scenery around them blurred and Taka’s laughter died.

Taka turned his head towards his brother to see his stoic expression as he continued his violent spinning. The rapid movements sent his fear shaking and he quickly latched onto Kagome’s forearm. “Stap it, idiot brother!”

Hayato remained silent; Kagome’s brow twitched.

“Stap it!”

No response.

She shook her head.

So both could be immature.

OoO

A smile curved over Kagome’s lips watching peace on Taka’s face as he slept on Hayato’s lap. The quiet sight before her could put anyone in disbelief to see these two always fighting. Looking up at Hayato, she watched as he gazed down on the amusement park’s nightlife as the lights flickered to different colors and fireworks illuminated the night. Being on top of the world like this felt calm and it only bummed her out thinking it would come to an end soon.

“Ferris wheels are fun, huh?” She questioned, trying to get his attention. Her eyes lowered to the sleeping toddler. “I think he had fun overall; the poor boy is all tired out.”

Sighing under his breath, Hayato looked down at his lap to see Taka sleeping soundly while wearing the two black mouse ears. “Maybe too much fun.”

“Oh come on!” Kagome whispered with a soft laugh. “I saw it sometimes, you had fun, too.”

Hayato’s eyes stared back.

“I know these types of settings aren’t your thing, but I wanted to thank you for bringing us here. Although I know you were annoyed that Taka-kun came along.”

“I should be apologizing for that.” Hayato sighed.

“Why? I really didn’t mind. If anything, he made it fun, too.” Coming to sit next to him, she looked up at the matching mouse ears he wore. All three of them were triplets with the ears and it had been her idea. She was happy she got a selfie as well before the two of them threw a fit.

“Thank you, though.” She whispered. Resting her head against his shoulder, she took in the scenery as their cart lowered.

Looking back at the window in front of them, Hayato remained silent; Kagome’s smiled as she felt his free hand grab hers and the other lay on Taka’s head.

She had a soft spot, but Hayato had a weak spot for both of them.

#kagx secret santa #2019 #fictionalxlifexreality #gakuen babysitters #kamitani hayato #kamitani taka #kagome higurashi #crossover #fanfiction

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pjxextrd8-blog · 5 years

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isu-thecolorpurple · 6 years

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ISU Blog #2

“I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.” -Shug Avery (Walker, 196)

This is blog entry checkpoint #2 for the second half of the novel, The Color Purple by Alice Walker. I have completed the book and will be reflecting on my thoughts on the novel as a whole.

First to discuss are the major thematic issues that are projected throughout the novel. There were many themes shown in the novel but I thought the two most important themes and the ones which most themes tied into, were discrimination/oppression (mostly racism and sexism) and the process of finding your voice. There are two main settings in the novel and two character perspectives. Most of the novel takes place in rural Georgia and is told through Celie’s point of view but throughout the second half of the novel, we see Africa through Nettie’s point of view. Both perspectives show the different kinds of discrimination and racism in the two locations during the 1930’s. In Georgia, we see the common types of racism that occurred in communities in which white people were in power and black people were reduced to farmers and stay at home mothers, save for Harpo, Shug, and Squeak in this case. Sophia tries to stand up for black people and is thrown in jail and then forced to become a maid for the mayor’s family. In Africa, the discrimination occurs between the native Africans and the African-Americans who were sold into slavery by of the Olinka tribe. The African-Americans are stuck in between not being African enough and not being American enough and there’s nothing they can do about it.

Another key form of discrimination present is sexism, which is especially focused on the main characters who are oppressed on the basis of sex and race. Black women were perceived to be at the bottom, their lives seen as meaningless and treated as objects for their husbands to use. For example, when Nettie asks an Olinka woman why the girls in Africa aren’t educated, she responds with “A girl is nothing to herself, only to her husband can she become something.” (Walker, 155). It is also stated that the men don’t want their wives to know more than them, so don’t want them to be educated. As for Celie, she has been oppressed her whole life, men using her and trading her away as her stepfather did. She was constantly beaten and raped and didn’t have the voice or strength to fight back. She comes to resent all men and hates to even look at them for they all seem evil in her eyes. An example of sexism from Celie’s point of view is when Mr. _____ says “Look at you. You black, you pore, you ugly, you a woman. Goddam, you nothing at all.” (Walker, 206). He didn’t believe that Celie could become anything if she left him for Shug Avery, who she had fallen in love with.

The second theme is the process of finding your voice. The novel progresses through Celie’s life and we see her slowly learning to find her voice throughout the years. We can see this through her experiences and reactions but also through her writing. In the beginning, she has a hard time expressing her thoughts and recounting her experiences in writing, so it is initially very hard to understand what she is trying to say. Her writing gets better as the novel goes on and she begins to articulate better despite the grammatical errors which remain present. Shug Avery and Sophia both help Celie along the way to become stronger and resist oppression. Celie opens up to them and is able to tell her story. The climax of the novel is when Celie finds a sense of power and is finally able to stand up to Mr. _____ for his years of abuse and bad treatment towards her, especially hiding her sister’s letters from her. Towards the end of the novel, Celie’s actions are eventually found to be powerful enough for Mr. _____ to change his ways and reassess his life choices. They are even able to reconnect and become closer than they ever were when they were ‘married’ and living together. So much so, that in the last letter, Celie refers to him as Albert, instead of Mr. _____. The novel shows the power female relationships and bonds can hold when women come together to escape from the male dominance and discrimination. We can see these two themes connect throughout Celie’s life as she goes through the tough process of finding her voice. She creates a strong bond with Shug Avery along with others, who help her to have the courage to stand up against discrimination and overcome the harsh racism and sexism she has had to face all her life.

I think one of the main points Alice Walker was trying to get across in The Color Purple was the power of women and how they can be strong when they come together. Celie is abused and harassed all through her life by several different men and only when she confides in the women close to her can she find her voice and have the courage to stand up for herself. She finally stands up to Mr. _____ and says what she’s been keeping in for all those years living with him and his abuse towards her. She is able to leave him and move to Tennessee with Shug, where she opens up a clothing store. She also challenges the traditional gender roles by making pants for women. Other examples of characters who challenge their gender roles are Sophia, who won’t let herself be beaten by Harpo and who is strong and not very feminine, and Harpo, who is insecure and hesitant.

I think the novel succeeds in conveying these positive messages towards women who may have been victims of discrimination or abuse and encourages them to stand together to overcome the oppression towards them, especially during the time period around which the novel was published. Celie is pushed farther and farther down on the scales of perceived importance as more levels of oppression get put on her. First, she is a black woman living in a racist and sexist community and time period. She is also poor and as Mr. ______ calls her, ugly. Then, to top it all off, she falls in love with another woman. Despite all the discrimination towards her, she still manages to push through the obstacles, be strong, and live her life, and I think this is a very powerful message that the novel conveys. No matter how much the world seems to be against you and how much people may try to bring you down, you can stand up and overcome the many struggles life throws at you.

One thing that I keep thinking about after finishing the novel is the reunion and connection of Celie’s and Nettie’s families at the end and I wonder what happened after that were finally reunited. Did Nettie and her family go to live with Celie at their late stepfather’s house? Did the two families end up getting along? Did Celie and Nettie go back to being sisters as if they had never been separated or did they need some time to get to know each other again? The novel ends right after the initial reunion and leaves the rest up to the reader’s imagination.

A connection I made to another novel was The Help by Kathryn Stockett. I compared these two novels before I even started reading The Color Purple based on writing style and similar topics but after reading both, I can now make connections between the thematic issues present in the novels. Discrimination is a major theme that plays strongly into the two plots. Celie and Aibileen (the main character of The Help) are similar in some ways apart from the obvious comparison of two black women living in poor conditions laced with racism and sexism. They both go through the process of finding their voice (the other main theme discussed earlier) and learning to be strong and endure the bad treatments towards them both. They both turn out to be brave and powerful female characters and role models by the ends of their novels.

Finally, is The Color Purple a “good” novel? In my opinion, yes, I think Alice Walker was able to create a compelling novel while also effectively conveying important messages and themes. I am not the only one to give praise to this novel as it has received several awards, including one of the most notorious book awards, the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction, awarded to Alice Walker in 1983, just 1 year after it’s publication date. In The Color Purple, Alice Walker is able to tell two different stories at the same time. It starts as one, two sisters who are growing up together normally. Then they are separated and forced to live two vastly different lives until they are ultimately reunited at the end of the novel. Instead of choosing one perspective or the other, the novel showcases both sides through letters. Celie’s letters are initially addressed to God but when she finally receives Nettie’s letters which are directed towards her, they start writing to each other, unknowing whether the letters will be read by the other. They are able to sustain their connection to each over many years through writing which further reinforces the strength of strong female bonds whether it be friends or family. Another element of the novel which makes it a “good” novel, in my opinion, is that is has a clear structure and flow to it. For example, the climax of the novel, which I mentioned before is when Celie is able to free herself from the toxic household she was forced to live in for years.

The only thing I disliked about the novel was the excess of Nettie’s letters in a row at times as I didn’t find her story/letters to be as interesting or compelling as Celie’s were. But all in all, I enjoyed the novel and would recommend it to anyone.

As a side note, one thing I found interesting and funny while reading was when there was an allusion to the play Hamlet, which we are reading in class at the same time. It is in one of Nettie’s letters when she says, “Adam was always very good as Hamlet giving his To Be or Not to Be soliloquy.” (Walker, 258)

#book review #book blog #the color purple #alice walker #novel

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thetomcruiseblr · 6 years

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Analyzing Ted Cruz’s win as a former-Texan-turned-Californian

And I must make this distinction because there is a difference between people who still live in Texas currently, and cowards like me and Beyonce and Jensen Ackles and Travis Scott, who moved out of state once they could (to liberal California, nonetheless!) and are out-of-touch with Texas’ actual current state of affairs. But I lived in Texas for 95% of my life, so here is my take on the situation.

Texas Republicans in Texas like Ted Cruz. Even moreso than they do Trump. Most of them are still religious and voted for Cruz in the Republican 2016 primaries, and only reluctantly supported Trump in the presidential election (because most of them were still #neverHillary). And the fact that so many people from outside of Texas hate Cruz only fires them up even more.

So Democrats (Democrats from out of state, at that!) paying for signs using Trump’s “Lyin’ Ted” pejorative didn’t do anything but rile Ted Cruz’s base up even more. Because essentially for Texans, it’s an “us vs. the world” type of thing. They don’t want input from non-Texans. Beto O’Rourke being so popular nationally/amongst the Hollywood elites only riled Ted Cruz’s “salt-of-the-earth” type base even more, because if they pulled off a win, it’d be a big middle finger to those uppity, meddlesome liberal elites from out of state. And they did.

Another uncomfortable topic of discourse that I have almost never seen discussed on here because is that there is no guaranteed solidarity between immigrant POC who currently live here vs. future immigrants. A lot of Texan Latinxs don’t want more Latinx immigrants to come over, because even beyond pitting poor whites vs. poor POC, or pitting different poor POC races against each other, is that POC don’t want those in their same community to be competition. It’s not right, but it’s a real thing. So unfortunately, running on the higher ground in social isues doesn’t usually make a difference.

Tbh, going forward, I think that to win, Democrats need to put less emphasis on vague, melodramatic moral talk, and put forth the actual issues: Universal healthcare, education, housing, job and wage growth, etc.. As noted before, Democratic proposals win overwhelmingly when put to direct ballot initiatives, meaning most people lean Democratic when it comes to specific issues, but when actual issues take secondary importance behind ad hominem arguments for and/or against certain candidates, that’s when we lose.

#Beto O'Rourke #Ted Cruz #politics #2016 midterm elections

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winetae · 2 years

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MY ANGEL HELLO!! 💞💞!! Omg no need to be sorry at all and i hope things have gotten better for you!! And if not then I hope you can do little things that make you happy bc you deserve it!! KCKCKVKV March has been a very weird month…but I do think it’s bc it’s been literally two years in this pandemic cjcjcjcj but all the more reason to take care of ourselves in this time!!

AHHH watching figure skating felt like a horrible rollercoaster that was only going down for a long time!! but same i got so happy for sui and Han!! And omg the woman’s individuals were so hard to watch and literally the scores were so hard to watch!! I HATE THE ISU!! And yes we love yuzu in this house!! Honestly, I’m so tired of these jumps getting over scored when I feel like the most beautiful skating we get is when the artistry gets to shine!! But anyway thank you for your posts, it felt like I had a buddy living through that hell with me!!

Hehe my favorite flavors are the sugar ones!! I tried a taro and mango sugar one last week and it was so good!! Do you have a favorite?? OMG yesss taeyeon always has such good albums and i honestly have that album on repeat!! Omg listen none of your writing is trash and that’s so cute and awesome that you got inspired!! and i get emo over music and yoongi too JCKCKCJCJC!! Omg I totally forgot to listen to apinks album but I did enjoy their title so I’ll have to report back!!

Ooh I’ve never seen kingdom so I will have to try it out!! AND OMG!!! I’m watching 25, 21 too!!! Kim taeri is so cute and I love the cast!! It’s such a lovely coming of age drama!! DKFKCMCMCN I SNORTED OMG, listen somehow nam joohyuk gets us all…i remember that i literally stopped in the middle of the first episode of bride of the water god bc I couldn’t take it and now look at me KXKXCNCK

I missed you angel!! I hope you’re doing well and I’m sending all the good luck you’re way!! And all the hugs and kisses!! I hope you have a lovely weekend and can drink some wine and have some desserts!! 💗💖💞 also I’m so excited to experience another rv comeback with u!! Please expect me to come screaming into your inbox!!

HI BB I MISSED U 🥺🤍 aw thank u so much i’m definitely going to try to take better care of myself 🤧🤍🤍🤍 i hope you’ve been doing well, drinking ur water + getting all the rest u deserve !!!! march was a weird month 🙃 i’m finally getting my life together slowly but surely so i take that as a good sign !

omg figure skating… getting them war flashbacks as i type 🤕 it’s so fascinating to see we share the same interests tho !!!! sag twin indeed !!!! i agree w what u said about artistry >> my only exception is sasha trusova for some reason idgaf about artistry when she skates i love my unhinged jump champion 🥲

ooooo ive never tried those flavors before 🧐 i really need to try more to have a fave ;; n YAY A TAEYEON FAN ! she has the best albums for real… what are ur fave songs??? ok maybe i will post the yoongi drabble just for u ! n dj ddjwjsk i still haven’t listened to apink 😭 pls tell me if it’s worth it or not

yes i love kingdom !! 🥺 n omg i actually haven’t watched anything after ep 8 if 2521 the reviews and comments about the rest scare me 😭😭😭 it was really cute up to that point tho but i don’t want the drama to disappoint me ;;;; DONT MENTION BRIDE OF THE WATER GOD it’s a cursed drama omg it was so bad i couldn’t finish ep1 either

MISS U TOO ALWAYS ! ur comments n messages are a big positive part of this blog 🤍 ily i wish only good things for u !!!! i def had all the wine i could have (+ desserts) n i hope u also treated urself to some nice things hehe ! i will answer ur rv ask in a separate ask bc idk how to combine it on mobile ! 😚

#💌🕊#lonelyending 🦋

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loudlytransparenttrash · 7 years

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Updated: The Left’s Hate Crime Hoaxes Continue

Remember when the 21-year-old Pakistani-American college student from Queens had three Trump supporting racists rob him, assault him and told him to “get out of my country”? It was a lie.

Remember when the St. Olaf student was left a racist note by racist white students that kicked off campus-wide protests, white staff were abused and the college was forced to cancel classes? It was a lie. The black student wrote the racist note himself.

Remember when the black Rochester woman was racially abused by white police officers during a traffic stop? It was a lie. She’s now being charged for lying.

Remember when the Hispanic Milwaukee woman was racially profiled during a traffic stop, when the first question she was asked was about her citizenship? It was a lie.

Remember at USC, where a racist white Trump supporting students hung a “no black people allowed” sign outside of a residence hall? It was a lie. A black guy did it.

Remember when dozens of black residents in West Knox County reported they received racist letters and graphic death threats by a white racist? It was a lie. It was really a black guy pretending to be a white guy who he didn’t like.

Remember when the Muslim professor at ISU received emails containing anti-Muslim messages and threats of violence against members of the Muslim community before he was assaulted from behind by a racist? It was a lie.

Remember hate crime was committed in Charlotte by racist white supremacists who set fire to an Indian business owner’s store and left a note saying ‘We need to get rid of Muslims, Indians and all immigrants. God Bless White America’? It was a lie. A black thug was instead charged for the crime.

Remember when the Jewish man in Upstate New York was a victim of antisemitism when racist white Trump supporters spray painted three swastikas across his house? It was a lie.

Remember the 18-year-old Muslim girl who was assaulted and called a terrorist on the subway by Trump supporters and they tried to rip her hijab off and all of the social justice warriors had a complete meltdown? It was a lie that she made up to cover her parents finding out she was out fucking a Christian dude and getting drunk. It gets funnier, her Muslim father has forced her to shave her head completely for bringing shame on the family and she was arrested for making false accusations.

Remember the Muslim student who was robbed, beaten and had her hijab ripped off and stolen by Trump supporters? It was a lie. She is now being charged for filing a false report.

Remember when racist white guys beat a Muslim woman to death in California and left a note behind saying “go back to your own country, you terrorist.” Yeah it was a lie, really her Muslim husband beat her to death in an honor killing because she wanted a divorce. Leftists went mental over this “hate crime” but again, silence when the truth came out.

Remember when those white supremacist, anti-Muslim Trump supporters burned down the mosque in Houston? It was a lie. While the mosque did get burned down, it was done by a black Muslim who had attended the mosque for years.

Remember when a group of white men killed a Muslim woman and called her a terrorist while she was walking with her husband and child? It was a lie. The husband planned for his mistress to murder his wife after “black magic spells” didn’t make her disappear…

Remember the Ohio student who was racially abused and assaulted by Trump supporters? It was a lie. She made it up the day after the election and after she made a post that she wants all Trump supporters to die of AIDS.

Remember when that racist horrible teacher choked, assaulted and bullied a 5 year old Muslim kid? Of course it was a fucking lie.

Remember the Michigan Muslim student who was harassed and threatened to be burned alive by the Trump supporter if she didn’t remove her hijab? It was a lie. Surveillance cameras show that she wasn’t even in the location where she claimed the attack took place.

Remember the Muslim woman who had her hijab ripped and forced off by police when they took her in for questioning? It was another lie.

Remember when that Muslim guy had Islamophobic messages graffitied over his locker, telling him to go back to where he came from. It was a lie, he graffitied it himself and filed a hate crime. He’s been charged for lying.

Remember the Muslim kid who was beaten up on the school bus by five white kids and it forced the family to leave the country? Yes, another fucking lie.

Remember the student who had her face slashed and was called a terrorist in Lower Manhattan? Yet another lie.

Remember when that student in Arlington was followed by a group of white men and held her at gunpoint because she’s Muslim? It was a lie.

Remember when the Muslim taxi driver was shot by a racist white guy and the left were demanding the arrest of a white guy for this hate crime against a Muslim? Well it stopped being called a hate crime the moment they found out the shooter was a black Muslim and he was let go.

Remember when that Islamophobic white guy threatened to kill a whole pile of Muslims and said there’s no place in America for Muslims? Yeah, it was another black Muslim.

Remember when the viral video of a Muslim student defending herself against a white guy who was trying to pull her hijab off? It was a hoax.

Remember when recently some white racist Trump supporters in Canada threatened to blow up Muslim university students? It was a Muslim.

Remember those three victimized black women who were assaulted and racially abused by a group of white men on a bus? Even Hillary Clinton and CNN were outraged at racist white guys and hundreds of BLM supporters protested. Lol it was a lie and the three women are being charged. Of course there’s silence.

Remember the black girl who was the victim of four white guys threatening to kill her and calling her a “black bitch” at a gas station? Huge lie.

Remember when some white racist Trump supporters left a racist note on the door of a black college student in Columbus which said, “We will kill you n****r”. Yep, another lie, he created it himself and he also fabricated several other hate-crime hoaxes to gain popularity.

Remember when a black guy was attacked by a white male who yelled he was going to be lynched because this is now “Trump Country”? It was a lie.

Remember when the young black guy was attacked by three white Trump supporters in an alley and broke his eye-socket and knocked out his teeth? It was a lie. He made up the story after losing a fight while he was drunk.

Remember when a 20 year old black woman was followed, attacked and robbed by two racist white guys? Yet another lie.

Remember when a black student running for president of student council received racist threats by white students demanding he drops out because he’s black? Lie.

Remember when KKK members held a meeting in the classroom of a university and the black student who reported it felt scared? She thought the cover on a projector was a KKK member.

Remember when two racist white Trump supporters spat on and racially abused black students after Trump won the election. Oh the lies.

Remember when a racist white student graffitied “Fuck n****s” along with “Hail the KKK” onto bathroom stalls? It was a lie.

Remember when black students were told that they’re all going to be killed tonight by a racist white guy? Lie. It was a black girl.

Remember when black students were told they’re all going to be shot on campus by a racist white potential school shooter? Lie. It was a black guy.

Remember when white Trump supporters burned down a Mississippi church and spray painted “Vote Trump” over its walls? It was a black guy.

Remember when KKK members left racist threatening messages targeting black men outside a black Colorado church? It was a black guy.

Remember when a white guy went on a graffiti rampage and wrote pro-Trump and anti-Semitic slurs throughout the neighborhood? It was a black guy.

Remember when a black waitress was a victim of a racist customer who didn’t tip her because she’s black? Another lie.

Remember when a black student was pushed down and attacked by a group of white guys who were chanting “Trump! Trump! Trump!” while attacking her? Yes it was a lie.

Remember when racist white Trump supporters displayed a sign saying “Hang a n***r from a tree” and social media had a complete meltdown? It was a black guy.

Remember when white Trump supporters threw a brick through a black person’s car and set it on fire? It was a black guy who was mad at his girlfriend.

Remember when those white students who drew a noose along with “N***r and White Power”? Another lie, it was black students.

Remember when students found KKK graffiti on campus and blamed white racist students for it? It was a lie.

Remember when those white neo-nazi Trump supporters toppled over 42 headstones at a Jewish cemetery? It was a lie.

Remember when that student posted about her encounter with a white male who had stopped her to tell her to go back to where she came from so she punched him in the throat and when his buddies saw she was winning the fight they came to his rescue but she was the only one arrested because of, ya know, racist cops? Lol of course it was a fucking lie.

Remember when a lesbian from Lincoln was the victim of a horrific hate crime where masked men broke into her home, tied her up, carved anti-gay slurs into her skin and tried to set her house on fire? Remember how it sparked mass LGBT protests and a small fortunate was raised to support her. It was all a lie.

Remember the lesbian couple from Tennessee had their house burned down and ‘Queers’ graffitied over their walls? Lie. They did it themselves.

Remember when a gay bar in Chicago was burned down and homophobic slurs were graffitied over the walls? Lie. The owner did it himself.

Remember when a 15 year old trans guy was sexually abused and assaulted by male students in the male’s bathroom for being “in the wrong bathroom”. It was a lie.

Remember when the Grand Forks gay college student was beaten, choked and robbed by homophobic white frat guys? It was a lie.

Remember when a lesbian couple in Colorado had “Kill The Gays” graffitied over their garage and a noose was left on their door? Another lie.

Remember when the photo of a badly beaten young gay man went viral where he claimed to have been brutally attacked by three men for being gay and gay-rights activists had a complete meltdown? It was a lie.

Remember when a gay Delta chef was beaten unconscious, fed bleach, robbed and had homophobic slurs carved into his skin? You guessed it, another lie.

Remember the bisexual student who was constantly harassed by Trump supporters with homophobic slurs emailed to her and taped to her door and she cried to the media saying she “just wants it to stop.” It was a lie, she made them up herself.

Remember when a popular gay Youtuber was beaten and had his teeth knocked out by a pack of homophobic men outside a gay bar in West Holloywood? It was a lie.

Remember when a gay pastor in Texas bought a cake only to later find out the baker had wrote a homophobic slur in icing and he attempted to sue them? It was a lie.

Remember when a lesbian college professor was punched in the eye and spat on her by a homophobic man and he called her a “cross-dressing fag”? Yet another lie.

Remember when the lesbian racist was denied a tip and left a nasty homophobic message on the bill? Remember how it was all over the media and she had thousands of dollars donated to her? It was all a lie and she’s been fired.

Remember when a gay-rights activist was abducted and put into the trunk of a car and he was told his family were going to be killed? Lie.

Remember the gay guy who was beaten up in his apartment and told to keep his “fa**ot mouth shut” because he was gay and didn’t support certain politicians. It was a lie.

Remember when a New York liberal arts college was flooded with anti-gay messages being graffitied and sent to student’s emails, including “Hey Tranny. Know Your Place”. Yep, another lie.

Remember when anti-gay parents replied to a child’s birthday party invitation, telling the gay parents that their child will not be attending as they are against the gay lifestyle and the media went crazy? It was a lie.

The worst part? All of these hoaxes are from the time Donald Trump ran for presidency and onwards. These aren’t outdated or pulled from years ago, they’re all recent and there’s still so many more that will be added to the list.

#feminism #islamophobia #islam #blm #black lives matter #sjw #social justice #sjw1

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dadvans · 7 years

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for the fic title meme: you can't take it with you

okay, so i usually am not here for VICTOR’S MEAN AWFUL FAMILY trope, but this fic would have to have victor’s mean awful family who want him to marry a rich awful husband that is NOT yuuri katsuki. they would send him terrible suitors with checkbooks larger than their hearts, and victor would be so tired that he would finally say, “yuuri, you have to meet my family, because when you meet them they will fall in love with you and stop sending terrible suitors and we can get married and they will finally CHILL.”

except victor’s family DOES NOT CHILL. they throw a big welcome home meal for the both of them and of course invite half of the most eligible bachelors in the city. victor’s father says things like, “well, he said you liked to eat,” looking at yuuri’s stomach during the meal where they have seated him in the corner and have fed him twice the servings of everyone else. “is this the one who falls all the time?” victor’s little sister asks, nodding her head at yuuri, because they haven’t spoken in over a year, and she has selective hearing when they do talk and the only thing she remembers victor ever saying about yuuri was how good he would be if he didn’t fall on every jump.

victor’s family is beautiful with a cold kind of elegance. they have rooms in their house dedicated to victor, cases of trophies, framed medals, pictures of him on podiums as young as ten.

“they clearly love you,” yuuri says.

“they love the idea of me,” victor replies, but yuuri doesn’t listen.

the nikiforov family just absolutely outclasses him with their house and their style and the parties they continue to throw while victor is home and the men they parade in front of him and yuuri feels like he’s taking last place all over again. especially because he can see so much of victor in his mother’s poise and mean jokes, and his father’s keen taste in music and art, and his sister’s lust for life as she drives them back home from a club one night and victor is passed out in yuuri’s lap and they speed through red light after red light and over the sound of honking horns she tells yuuri, “my family really hates you for what you’ve done to him.”

anyway maybe yuuri decides to leave and is like, “maybe i’ll see you at home?” to victor, even though he doesn’t think victor will, and goes to the airport by himself, except one of the eligible bachelors victor’s parents tried to shove his direction is a drug lord and given victor a stuffed poodle absolutely packed full of cocaine with intentions to smuggle it to japan without victor’s knowledge, and victor put it in yuuri’s luggage sadly, saying, “maybe take this with you so you don’t get lonely,” so of COURSE yuuri gets arrested at the airport for smuggling drugs. and victor’s family are no help, will not take responsibility, pyotr is a SAINT, why would he put drugs in the stuffed animal?? and anyway, it’s a big fucking deal with the ISU too, and while yuuri is proven innocent really quickly, he’s pretty much done by this point, and when he’s finally freed he thinks that he’ll just go back to japan alone again, not expecting victor to be there having waited for him, having finally stood up to his family for the first time, having told them how awful they are and how perfect yuuri is. and victor’s family is shook, but maybe coming around on yuuri since he isn’t the terrible athlete and drug smuggler they took him to be. and yeah, victor, maybe he DOES have great eyes and a perfect ass, his sister says. okay, maybe he DOES have music flowing through him and is a total artist, victor’s dad grumbles after victor makes him sit through a compilation of yuuri’s best videos on youtube that victor definitely did not make himself (he did). maybe he DOES have a good heart and i’m just pushing my own failed expectations onto you, his mother agrees reluctantly, even if he does wear the same ugly jacket everywhere, she adds.

anyway, when victor and yuuri do get married, victor’s horrible family comes and they do bring a pretty mean party with them, and minako’s there anyway with her resting bitch face ready to eat any of them alive if they try anything with yuuri, and victor tells yuuri over and over again that yuuri’s his family, the one he chose, the one he’d trade the world for. SUPER CHEESE, because it’s victor’s trademark.

#fic title asks #victuuri #yuri on ice #amberpeace

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“’Cause that nigga, coon, gator bait, spade, spook, Sambo, spear-chucking jingle bunny, Mississippi wind chime detective is Ron Stallworth, you racist, peckerwood, redneck, inch worm, needle-dick motherfucker!”

Ron Stallworth adalah orang kulit hitam pertama yang diterima di Colorado Springs Police Force, dan bisa jadi, dia juga orang kulit hitam pertama yang diterima sebagai anggota resmi Ku Klux Klan di Amerika Serikat.

Amerika Serikat terbagi menjadi 2 kubu, setidaknya itulah yang terjadi di sekitar tahun 1970-an. Meskipun sudah tidak begitu kentara, namun kulit hitam dan kulit putih saling memisahkan diri. Di balik gedung sekolah dan rumah-rumah warga sipil biasa, mereka membentuk kekuatan berdasarkan warna kulit masing-masing dengan tujuan untuk mengalahkan warna kulit yang lain. Keduanya menuntut hak yang sama, yaitu hak untuk dapat hidup secara layak, hak yang sebenarnya terhitung paling asasi bagi setiap manusia, namun masalahnya Amerika ternyata belum siap menerima perbedaan.

“All power to all the people!”

Bagi warga kulit hitam Amerika, ketidakadilan sepertinya sudah jadi takdir yang melekat secara turun-temurun (“We were born in jail”). Perjuangan mereka untuk sekadar diterima sebagai manusia biasa dalam sistem sosial masyarakat sudah menumpahkan banyak air mata dan darah dari masa ke masa. Kemunculan organisasi seperti Black Panther dan gerakan-gerakan bawah tanah lainnya adalah sebuah keniscayaan. Api perlawanan harus selalu dijaga nyalanya, disodorkan dari tangan ke tangan untuk membakar semangat kaum minoritas yang terpinggirkan.

Di tengah para mahasiswa kulit hitam semangat itu coba diteruskan. Stokely Carmichael a.k.a. Kwame Ture, mantan punggawa Black Panther, berkoar di atas mimbar tentang kekuatan kulit hitam. Tentang bagaimana mereka terpojok oleh inferioritas yang diciptakan oleh kaum kulit putih sehingga malu mengakui warisan genetik mereka sendiri. Tentang bagaimana mereka terlupakan oleh perjuangan para martir seperti Martin Luther King Jr. yang pernah mengangkat martabat kaum kulit hitam sampai ke titik yang berbahaya pada suatu era.

Kwame Ture: “But it takes time. It takes time to become free of the lies and their shaming effects on the black mind. It takes time to reject the most important lie: that black people can’t do the same things that white people do unless a white person helps them. Black Power also means that we must unite. And we must organize to form a base to fight racism. To fight our oppressors. The vast majority of Negroes around this country, they live in captive communities. And they must endure their oppression and their conditions because, and only because, they are black and powerless.”

Slogan-slogan perjuangan seperti, “Ungawa, Black Power!” membahana ke seluruh ruangan. Di dalamnya mengandung tuntutan ras yang keras menyuarakan kemerdekaan. Nada lainnya ternyata juga mengandung isyarat untuk mempersiapkan perang, pertumpahan darah yang dibutuhkan untuk menghentikan perlakuan rasis Amerika. Karena bagi mereka, rasisme sudah tertanam kuat di dalam sistem di mana lembaga pemerintahan atau lembaga penegakan hukum sudah terkontaminasi oleh distorsi kemanusiaan itu.

Sudah bukan berita baru ketika polisi bisa seenaknya “main hakim sendiri” terhadap warga kulit hitam di jalanan. Mereka bisa menghentikan mobil dan memeriksa orang kulit hitam yang mengendarainya tanpa sebab yang legal selain prasangka subyektif. Mereka bahkan bisa melukai dan membunuh orang kulit hitam tanpa harus menanggung konsekuensi hukum dari tindakan tersebut. Maka tidak heran kalau masyarakat kulit hitam membenci polisi dan bahkan menyebut mereka “pigs”. Negara seolah tak sanggup memfasilitasi kebutuhan mereka untuk hidup bermasyarakat yang layak dan lebih sering memperlakukan mereka sebagai tumbal rasisme.

Dan tak perlu heran juga apabila Kwame Ture menyelipkan persuasi kepada para mahasiswa untuk siap turun ke jalan, siap mempersenjatai diri dan berperang (“I’d rather see a brother kill a white racist cop than kill a Vietnamese”). Tidak ada jalan keluar lain yang sepertinya lebih pantas. Harapan baik belum juga terlihat setelah selama ini. Membangun pasukan adalah satu-satunya ide logis yang bisa tersalurkan dan para mahasiswa ini jadi sumbu utama yang bisa meluluskan pemberontakan. Menjadi kulit hitam secara tidak langsung adalah panggilan untuk melawan realitas.

“America first!”

Sementara bagi kaum kulit putih yang rasis, panggilan seperti itu juga mengetuk mereka atas nama nasionalisme dan kemurnian. Mereka mendambakan supremasi ras Arya di tanah Amerika, suci dari kehadiran kaum kulit hitam dan bangsa Yahudi, karena mereka percaya bahwa secara saintifik dan Biblikal merekalah kaum yang paling superior.

Artinya mereka juga sebenarnya merasa terancam. Merasa tersisihkan oleh geliat kaum inferior yang mulai menguasai semua aspek kehidupan, terutama ekonomi dan sosial. Sekuat apapun mereka coba membatasi ruang gerak musuhnya, selalu ada cara lain yang akhirnya malah menyusahkan mereka sendiri. Kemunculan kembali Ku Klux Klan (KKK) setelah lama hilang adalah reaksi panik kaum rasis atas perjuangan hak sipil yang dipimpin oleh Martin Luther Coons, pelesetan hinaan dari mereka, yang membuka keran bagi kaum kulit hitam untuk aktif bermasyarakat.

Panggilan kepanikan ini sudah merambah ke setiap daerah, termasuk Colorado, yang bahkan koran lokalnya memberi ruang buat iklan perekrutan calon anggota KKK. Perekrutan itu tentu saja tidak sekadar untuk mengikuti ritual bakar salib atau mengenakan jubah dan penutup muka putih, tetapi juga untuk mengemban misi suci memperpanjang dominasi kulit putih atas tanah Amerika.

Dr. Kennebrew: “We are living in an era marked by the spread of integration and miscegenation. The Brown decision, forced upon us by the Jewish-controlled puppets on the U. S. Supreme Court, compelling white children to go to school with an inferior race, is the final nail in a black coffin towards America becoming a mongrel nation. We had a great way of life, until the Martin Luther Coons of this world and their army of Commies started their civil rights assault against our holy white Protestant values. Do you really want your precious white child going to school with Negroes? They’re lying, dirty monkeys, stopping at nothing to gain their equality with white men.”

David Duke, sang grand wizard KKK Amerika, membeberkan bahwa filosofi sebenarnya dari organisasi tersebut bukanlah membenci kulit hitam, tetapi untuk “mengembalikan” mereka ke habitat aslinya dengan sesama mereka. Tidak boleh ada penyatuan lintas kulit, perbedaan itu harus terus ditonjolkan dengan tanpa kecuali. KKK merasa berhak menentukan identitas asli Amerika dan identitas itu terutama adalah kulit putih.

Slogan “God bless white America” jadi semacam mantra atau doa yang mengiringi perjuangan rasial para ekstremis kulit putih itu. Mereka dengan bangga menyebutkan kalimat itu, menyimpan harapan atasnya serta keyakinan bahwa Tuhan ada di belakang mereka, Tuhan yang menciptakan mereka untuk menaklukkan bangsa lain. Tak ada yang lebih benar daripada itu, dan tak ada yang lebih layak dijunjung tinggi. Dan Duke merasa terpanggil untuk menyebarkan filosofinya itu ke seluruh sistem yang berlaku di Amerika.

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Ron Stallworth (John David Washington) ditugaskan untuk menyamar dan menyusup ke komunitas mahasiswa kulit hitam Colorado agar bisa mengawasi Kwame Ture yang diundang sebagai pembicara. Kwame Ture ditandai sebagai ancaman nasional yang bisa menyulut kerusuhan rasial di Amerika karena keterlibatannya dengan Black Panther di masa lalu. Ron bergabung dengan para audiens yang mendengarkan orasi Kwame dengan antusiasme tinggi dan tak dipungkiri pula kalau Ron juga tersentuh oleh beberapa titik sengat yang diungkap secara berapi-api. Merasa perlu mengusut kasus itu ke skala yang lebih besar lagi, Ron nekat menghubungi KKK setempat dan menyusup ke sana sebagai undercover. Dan demi kelancaran misi tersebut, rekan Ron, Flip Zimmerman (Adam Driver), dikirim sebagai Ron Stallworth palsu untuk berinteraksi langsung dengan para anggota KKK.

Penyamaran mereka setidaknya membuka tabir tentang praktek rasisme yang terjadi di Amerika. Ada beberapa poin yang menonjol dari isu tersebut:

1. Krisis identitas Amerika. Kedua kubu yang beseteru setidaknya berbagi 1 kesamaan, yaitu sama-sama merasa berhak menentukan identitas Amerika, entah itu sebagai negara yang toleran terhadap warna kulit atau negara superior yang didominasi oleh 1 warna kulit saja. Uniknya, baik masyarakat Afro-Amerika dan ras Arya yang saling berebut tempat itu adalah para imigran, bukan penduduk asli Amerika. Amerika sendiri kehilangan sosok nasional yang sanggup mendefinisikan nilai-nilai luhur kehidupan Amerika yang bisa diaplikasikan dalam keseharian. Kekosongan ini yang kemudian dimanfaatkan oleh sosok seperti Kwame Ture atau David Duke untuk mengorganisir kapal politik mereka menuju Amerika yang baru. Atau seperti yang diungkapkan Duke, bahwa "tujuan mulia" di balik pakaian KKK-nya adalah “For America to achieve its greatness again.”

Sgt. Trapp: “So he’s clearly got his sights on higher office.”

Ron: “Politics? How so?”

Sgt. Trapp: “Think it’s another way to sell hate. Think about it. Affirmative action, immigration, crime, tax reform. He says no one wants to be called a bigot anymore. So, the idea is, under all these issues, everyday Americans can accept it, support it, until eventually, one day, he gets somebody in the White House that embodies it.”

Ron: “Sarge, come on. America would not never elect somebody like David Duke president of the United States of America.”

Sgt. Trapp: “Coming from a black man, that’s pretty naïve.”

2. Perjuangan kelas para marjinal. Bagi para kulit hitam, terutama dirasakan oleh golongan terpelajar/mahasiswa, kondisi lahiriah mereka bermakna perjuangan serius untuk merangkak menuju kelas sosial yang bisa diterima masyarakat umum. Status mereka masih menjadi warga kelas dua, atau bahkan kelas tiga, dengan hak-hak politik dan sosial yang selalu dihalang-halangi secara sistemik. Menjadi warga kulit hitam dan warga Amerika adalah sebuah paradoks di mana “Two warring ideals inside one dark body” sebuah kondisi yang mengisyaratkan bahwa keduanya tak pernah bisa mencapai satu definisi yang utuh.

Sementara bagi para kulit putih yang tergabung di KKK, misi mereka pun terselubungi oleh perjuangan kelas pekerja meraih kestabilan ekonomi. Para rasis ini merasa terancam dengan kemapanan ekonomi beberapa kulit hitam yang diraih lewat jalur olahraga, industri hiburan, politik, dll. sehingga mereka tersulut oleh rasa iri untuk menuntut keadilan versi mereka, sebagai golongan yang merasa paling berhak mewarisi kekayaan Amerika. Ketimpangan ekonomi pulalah yang membuat mereka bisa menelan bulat-bulat ideologi rasisme sebagai alat penebus nasib.

3. Kebencian jadi mata uang yang tak pernah habis. Apa satu konsep emosi pada manusia yang bisa membangkitkan simpati massal dan bahkan bisa berkembang sebagai nilai yang patut diperjuangkan? Jawabnya bukan hanya cinta, tapi juga kebencian. Pada prakteknya kebencian bahkan lebih mudah tumbuh karena pembiakannya dilakukan dengan mempermasalahkan perbedaan daripada menyatukannya.

Seperti Ron yang menyamar untuk menyusup, kebencian pun bisa tersamarkan dalam pidato penyemangat, dalam ritual komunitas, atau terlebih lagi dalam sistem masyarakat yang lebih luas, misalnya negara. Kedua kubu, hitam dan putih, memupuk kebencian terhadap satu sama lain dengan konsistensi dan semangat tinggi.

Di Colorado, kubu hitam berkumpul mendengarkan kisah tragis Jesse Washington, seorang pemuda negro yang dihakimi massa di Texas. Pemuda itu dituduh pembunuh dan pemerkosa seorang perempuan putih, lalu massa menggiringnya ke jalan, menusuk badannya, memotong testikelnya, memanggangnya di atas api, lalu menjual bagian tubuhnya yang gosong sebagai suvenir. Foto mayatnya yang terbakar bahkan dijadikan kartu pos dan orang-orang merayakan hari itu layaknya parade. Di hari yang sama, David Duke memimpin seremoni KKK untuk membaptis beberapa anggota baru. Setelah mengambil sumpah setia, para KKK menonton The Birth of A Nation, film klasik yang mengglorifikasi organisasi itu dan sukses mempopulerkannya lagi di Amerika setelah sekian lama. Dengan konsep yang sama, kedua kubu menginfiltrasi kebencian kepada para anggotanya.

Ron dan Flip bisa jadi sukses menggagalkan perang bersenjata antara kulit hitam dan kulit putih di Colorado. Ron dan Flip juga sukses menggagalkan pembunuhan massal dari bom yang ditanam di markas himpunan mahasiswa kulit hitam. Tapi Amerika masih belum bisa menentukan sikap. Bahkan setelah Barack Obama terpilih sebagai presiden kulit hitam pertama di Amerika sekalipun, rasisme masih belum pudar. Bahkan kini tumbuh dengan energi baru, sosok baru, kekuatan baru yang mengusung tinggi kebencian yang masih sukar kadaluwarsa jua.

Bisa dibilang Ron dan Flip hanya fragmen kecil dari permasalahan yang telah menggurita di Amerika. Bukan berarti kontribusinya tidak nyata, namun Ron dan Flip sendiri sepertinya menyadari juga bahwa Amerika tidak bisa disembuhkan secara instan. Seiring berjalannya waktu rasisme telah berevolusi sebagai cangkang atau kemasan yang membalut kekuatan jahat yang jauh lebih besar yaitu kebencian. Energi itulah yang setiap hari selalu diasah dan dipoles oleh agama, politik, filsafat, dan hal-hal “mewah” lainnya, atau dengan kata lain, manusia dari segala zaman memang suka bermain-main dengan kebencian. Lantas, siapa yang bakal memenangkan perang ras ini? Sepertinya hanya kemanusiaan yang bisa. Dan bagaimana kemanusiaan bisa menguasai arena? Adalah toleransi dan kolaborasi amunisi utamanya.

oleh: Ikra Amesta

#Amerika Serikat #(Spike Lee)

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battleofthebits · 7 years

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Won’t You Get Me Bodied

Check, Please! and Yuri!!! on Ice crossover fic. 4.2 K, minor Jack/Bitty and Victor/Yuuri. I promise there’s YoI characters despite the opening scene being 100% Check Please. Read it on Ao3 here.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh, my god.”

Jack stopped in the doorway and went through his mental tally of Reasons Bittle Is Having A Minor Breakdown. Bitty was hunched over his laptop, staring at it with awed disbelief, but — as Jack checked every month — there were no upcoming concerts or awards shows of the kind that usually merited this sort of a response. Bitty used his phone for email, so he couldn’t have gotten an offer to collab with anyone, and nobody had molested any of his pies recently.

That left only one tactic: direct questioning. “Is something wrong, Bits?” Jack asked, fully aware that if something important was going on, he would trigger another meltdown like the fiasco back in 2013.

“Wrong? Are you crazy?” Bittle said, catapulting up from the bed and shoving his laptop in Jack’s face.

The laptop, as far as Jack could tell, was showing nothing more important than some bird-boned ice dancers. “Uh?” Jack managed.

“Jack, Four Continents is in Boston this year!” Bitty said, in the exact same tone that he used when Beyonce did… well, anything… and the Great Phelps-Bittle Jam Feud was settled in Suzanne’s favor. Jack might have no idea what Four Continents was, or why it was so important to Bittle, but by God, he was going to learn.

“Sounds like it’s pretty important to you,” Jack said. Active listening; Lardo would be proud.

“It is, yeah. Do you know anybody who could get us tickets? I don’t wanna ask for much, but it used to be my dream to compete there, and it’s so close…”

“Yeah, definitely,” Jack said. “One of Dad’s friends’ wives is pretty pally with the ISU, and she should be able to hook us up.”

“And this friend’s wife wouldn’t happen to be an international figure skating champ you’ve never told me you know, would she?”

“A figure skating champion who can get you the tickets you want, Bits,” Jack said. “Maybe even rinkside.”

@omgcheckplease

OH MY GOD

8:23 PM · Jan 14, 2016

@omgcheckplease

SWEET MOTHER MARY FOUR CONTINENTS IS RIGHT NEXT DOOR

8:24 PM · Jan 14, 2016

@omgcheckplease

AND GUESS WHOSE AMAZING BOYFRIEND HAS TIX

8:47 PM · Jan 14, 2016

@omgcheckplease

I know, I have a French exam that Monday but WHATEVER I can do my homework in the Uber

8:47 PM · Jan 14, 2016

@omgcheckplease

And congrats to @leodelhielo on making it in! Us Southern boys gotta stick together!

8:49 PM · Jan 14, 2016

Leo made a habit of keeping up with his old competitors. Some people just faded out of the sport and didn’t do anything of note, but others went to college or pursued interesting careers. He figured it was a good way to get a look at his options post-figure skating, and besides, some of those guys had been cool. It was nice to keep in touch, or at least stalk their social media. He hadn’t been expecting a nostalgia follow to @ him, though.

He remembered following this account. He’d been Googling a list of boys who’d made it to regionals, and found not only a college and major but a Twitter, attached to one Eric Bittle. Leo dimly remembered him: won Southern Junior Regionals 2010, peppy as anything. The guy had brought tiny pies to the party afterwards, pissed off at least three skaters’ nutritionists, and then vanished from the sport despite what every announcer had said was astounding potential. And had apparently ended up in Boston, attached to a hockey team.

It couldn’t hurt to acknowledge an old acquaintance, and Leo didn’t have anybody managing his social media anyway. He dashed off a quick tweet.

@leodelhielo

@omgcheckplease thanks! we should totally catch up sometime.

9:17 PM · Jan 14, 2016

@omgcheckplease

Sweet! @leodelhielo I was actually planning a party that weekend, so…

9:21 PM · Jan 14, 2016

Jack heard a piercing screech from the kitchen and ran in to check that Bitty hadn’t gotten hurt and another surprise album hadn’t dropped. “What’s going on, bud?”

“Leo de la Iglesia just @-ed me. Leo de la Iglesia is in my DMs. Leo de la Iglesia thinks it would be totally swawesome to come to the Haus after Four Continents and bring his skater friends.” Bitty looked up from his phone with reverence in his eyes. “Jack. He used the word ‘swawesome.’”

“Sounds cool,” Jack offered.

“It is so not cool, Mister Zimmermann. I have to make plans! I have to figure out who all is coming, email their nutritionists so I can set up an appropriate menu, do a deep-clean of the Haus — what if one of them gets a virus from the couch? — and let the boys know to give them their privacy. There’s so much work to do, oh my god.”

“And you’ll love every minute of it.”

Agreeing to bring Leo’s friends to a college town forty minutes from the rink right after Four Continents was far more difficult than firing off a promise to do so. Seung-Gil hated loud noises, alcohol, and fun, so he was right out. Guang-hong might be down, but would be just about impossible to sneak into a frat party when he looked twelve on a good day. Otabek… was Otabek. Leo was planning on asking JJ, because Leo was a nice person, dammit, but that invite might make the night sound more boring than JJ would ever stand for. Phichit would be much easier to lure in with the promise of a genuine American frat party. And if Leo played his cards right, and was very, very lucky, through persuading Phichit he might get to Yuuri.

Leo had seen rather too much of Yuuri with drunks, but he’d never actually seen Yuuri get hammered, and there were all kinds of rumors. Yuuri had reportedly barely touched the champagne at the GPF banquet this year, claiming he wanted to actually remember this night, thanks, which as far as Leo was concerned might as well be an invitation to get him blackout drunk. All he had to do was handle the situation with care.

hey, you doing anything after Four Continents?

Phichit

not yet

you got any ideas?

yeah, this guy I know from juniors lives in a frat house and makes amazing pie

he invited us all to dinner and a frat party

You in?

Phichit

you bet ur ass I am

sweet, can you bring yuuri with you?

Phichit

uhhhhh

maybe

think about it

this is a chance to get him totally wasted

see if the rumors are true

*and* get photographic evidence

all for the cost of an Uber to Samwell

Phichit

well when you put it like that

I’ll see what I can do

Yuuri had no idea why he was here. Getting his first real gold of the year had felt pretty nice, but after the win all he’d wanted to do was cuddle with his fiancé. Instead, Hurricane Phichit had burst into his room, said only, “Yuuri! We’re headed out in ten minutes! Grab your best party outfit!” and dragged him into an Uber while Victor was distracted by a crowd of fans. Apparently there was some kind of party, somewhere, and Phichit’s radar for a good, Yuuri-embarrassing time was just as strong as it had been in Detroit.

“Don’t you have a leg injury?” Yuuri asked.

“A of all, this sprain has been healing for a week; second of B, I just won bronze with it; and thirdly, you don’t need your legs when you’re doing a kegstand,” Phichit grinned.

Yuuri was doomed.

The house was… well. Yuuri would have liked to say it was nice enough, but that would have been a lie against God and architecture. It looked, frankly, like a crack den. With very spiffy curtains. “You’re sure this is the place?”

“Yeah, number 151.” Phichit carefully did not hobble up to the door.

A tall guy with a bemused look on his face was sitting on a chair on the roof above the porch. “Bitty!” he yelled into the house. “There’s more short guys showing up! Did you invite a gymnastics team over?”

A blond a little taller than Phichit opened the door in oven mitts. “Hi there,” he said, “ignore Tango, he’s, uh, special. Everyone else is ready to eat, unless JJ shows up out of the blue, and I’ve been instructed not to tweet about this party until Uber rush pricing starts, so that’s not very likely.”

“Uh, thanks?” Yuuri said.

“No problem! We’ve had some problems in the past with big personalities ruining the ambience, and I wouldn’t want that to happen tonight. Now, I’ve stuck to healthier food than I normally would, so you don’t have to worry too much about portion control. After dinner, we’re going to be pre-gaming and setting up for about an hour, and then the full-on kegster starts. No judgement if either of you want to leave before then. Any questions?”

“You’re Eric, right?” Phichit asked. “The guy Leo knew from Juniors?”

“Oh, where are my manners?” said Eric. “Yeah, that’s my name, but you can call me Bitty; everyone does around here. Pleased to meet you two!”

Bitty led them inside to a veritable buffet line and half of the men’s singles competitors, along with a decent number of jocks and, inexplicably, a tiny Southeast Asian girl. He introduced Phichit and Yuuri to his teammates, but the names were indistinguishable: everyone was called something random like Birker or Dexy.

“I know,” said a tall Black guy with killer cheekbones, “we’ve all got weird nicknames. It’s all a long and storied hockey tradition, like weird pre-game superstitions or everyone hating the Flyers.” And then he and a loud, blond, giant white guy launched a full-on Powerpoint presentation about the history of hockey names and how to make your own.

“So my hockey name would be what, Chiter?” Phichit asked, when he thought he had the hang of it.

Some dude with a mustache stared into his soul for a second and said,“Bruh, no. Cheetah.”

“Yeah, figure skaters are speedy little fuckers, right?” Loud Guy said around a mouthful of chicken breast. “Bitty beats everyone in suicides. Now, the rest of you guys gotta make your own nicknames, Shitty’s genius won’t stick around. Do your names sound like anything cool in your own language? Animals or weapons or something?”

“Oh my god,” Phichit said. “Yuuri. Katsudon. Plisetsky was right about you all along!” Yuuri was flailing and making the usual panicky noises that indicated Phichit was onto something.

“That’s not really—” Yuuri started to say, but Phichit interrupted him.

“Katsudon and Cheetah,” he mused. “Cheetah and Katsudon.” It was only natural at that point to force Yuuri into a selfie, captioned, “Me and katsukiyuuri at an #Epikegster pregame! #cheetah #katsudon #nameamoreepicduo #illwait #hockeynicknames #makeyourown!”

After the last bite of souffle had been eaten — “don’t worry,” Eric had said, “they’re actually pretty low in sugar and you get a ton of protein!” ― and the dishes had been heaped in the sink to ignore, the older jocks and the tiny girl went out to grab beer and… well, nobody was sure what Tiny Girl was up to, but it had something to do with pregaming.

“Okay,” Loud Guy said, after Tiny Girl returned with a projector from somewhere and the skaters had been assembled on a revoltingly filthy green couch. “In honor of Cheetah, here, who says he’s seen every figure skating movie ever made but never fucking got to Blades of Glory—”

“Like you’ve ever seen Shall We Skate?” Phichit fired back.

“Dude,” said Cheekbones, “that movie’s in Thai and Holtzy can barely manage English.”

“What, and subtitles aren’t a thing in America?”

“We are doing a very special pregame today,” Mustache said, barrelling over the incipient movie argument. “The Blades of Glory drinking game: drink every time Chazz and Jimmy get in a fight, every time Chazz mentions his sex addiction, and every time figure skating just doesn’t work like that. Two drinks for every outdated cringey gay joke, and finish your drink every time the parents’ death gets mentioned. If we notice any slow-sipping, you’ll have to finish your drink on the spot. Ready?”

“How many lines am I gonna be able to quote out of context and embarrass Yuuri?” Phichit asked.

“He’s skating with another dude in exhibitions, right? Started in Detroit?” Loud Guy said.

“Yup.”

“Oh, around half the movie.”

And Loud Guy was right. Phichit ended up elbowing Yuuri when the announcers talked about Chazz’ upbringing in Detroit’s sewer skating scene, groaning at the hideous excuses for choreography, and whispering, “Look, it’s you and Yurio! He’s even got the haircut!” every time Jimmy and Chazz laid into each other. By the time the Iron Lotus subplot came up, he was buzzed enough to genuinely consider the physics of a bullshit movie-magic pairs skating move.

“I don’t think they would actually have been able to cut her head off,” Phichit said to nobody in particular. “Cut her throat, yeah, but there’s not enough momentum to cut through the spine. What do you think, Yuuri?” he asked, and turned to his friend, who was looking a little green.

“I think I’m gonna help the jocks set up,” Yuuri said, and fled the room.

Different strokes for different folks, Phichit figured, and took another drink— Chazz and Jimmy were fighting again.

It didn’t take long after that for the kegster to start in earnest. Students filed into the house, Loud Guy and Cheekbones brought in a keg, and before Phichit knew it, D.R.A.M. was blaring at full volume. But as Phichit got his ass kicked at flip cup, he couldn’t help but wonder where Yuuri had gone off to.

It wasn’t that Yuuri was having a bad night. Everyone was incredibly friendly and it barely mattered that he couldn’t socialize when the entire point of the night was getting hammered in creative ways. He didn’t so much greet people as slide between different drinking games. But an hour or so later and five drinks in, he was beginning to question the contents of whatever “tub juice” was.

He shambled towards the kitchen — which was blocked off with CAUTION tape and a sign reading “absolutely NO puking on appliances- ERB” — and found that somebody else had had the same idea. Somebody else looked a little like a much taller and ripped JJ, and was sitting at the table contemplating a can of root beer. Yuuri took a sip of the tub juice and tried to look as if he were neither drunk off his ass nor interested in conversation.

A few moments passed in mutually-appreciated silence.

“It’s a lot sometimes, isn’t it?” Root Beer Guy said, finally. “All the people and the socializing, and the compulsory drinking.”

“It’s not like I mind all that much,” Yuuri said. “The drinking helps with the people.”

“You’re one of the figure skaters Bittle invited, right? Katsuki?”

“The captains told me I’m supposed to call myself Katsudon now, but yeah.”

“They would. Well, I heard from Bittle that one of the reasons your friends wanted you to come tonight is to get you black-out wasted. Apparently they want to take pictures, maybe put a video on Youtube. You weren’t in on this, I’m guessing?”

“Oh God no.”

Root Beer Guy sighed. “That’s what I thought. Well, Shits is always going on about how the Haus is supposed to be a safer space, and we have to be part of consent culture and everything. I guess part of that is not forcing booze down people’s throats. Anyone tries to get you to drink when you aren’t feeling it, I’ll be here with my root beer.”

“Thanks, I guess? But I’m pretty awful at interacting without getting drunk.”

“Fair. One thing, though. You might wanna lay off the tub juice, that stuff’s basically Hi-C and Everclear.”

Yuuri squinted at his cup’s contents. “Really? I’m on my third cup and it doesn’t seem like it’s doing anything.”

“If tub juice doesn’t get you drunk, nothing will,” said Root Beer Guy. “Just keep it in mind, eh? I’d be a shitty ex-captain if I let guests get forced into situations they weren’t comfortable with.”

“I guess I will,” Yuuri said, and made his way out of the room. If tub juice wasn’t working for him, maybe beer would.

Phichit was having the time of his life. The music was pounding, his friends were dancing, and two gorgeous hockey players were helping him out of a kegstand. “Alright,” said Cheekbones, “pong table’s open! You got a partner?”

“Sure,” Phichit said. “Anybody know where Yuuri is?”

“Cute Japanese kid? Just came out of the kitchen with Jack,” Tiny Girl said from the table. “You sure you want to go with him? He looks pretty sloshed.”

“Dude, Yuuri is the best pong partner. He’s, like, a Hoover for booze and he never loses his coordination. He’s a freak of nature or something.”

“Your funeral,” said Tiny Girl. “Now, Haus rules are as follows. No smacking the ball away if it bounces, blowing and fingering are forbidden, and shots before the last cup are mandatory. Got it?”

“Yeah, but are we playing singles or doubles?” Phichit asked.

“Two of you, one of me,” Tiny Girl grinned. “If I can handle Kent Parson and half the Falconers, I can take a couple figure skaters.”

Yuuri wandered over, finished his cup of tub juice, and the game began. In short order, Tiny Girl had changed her tune.

“Aight, that’s a bounce off the ceiling, you drink four cups,” she said, and then, “The fuck, Katsuki? You’re allowed to alternate those, you’ve already been drinking half of Cheetah’s.”

“I’m fine, thanks,” Yuuri said, and chugged all of them. “Phichit’s got the alcohol tolerance of one of his hamsters, we’ve been playing pong like this for years. We end up equally wasted, so it’s not like I’m cheating.”

The game went on like that for a while, Yuuri and Tiny Girl landing all their shots, to the point where Phichit ducked out in favor of filming the legend unfolding in front of him. Finally, Tiny Girl and Yuuri had one cup left each. It was Yuuri’s turn. Somehow he managed to down the shot and bounce the ball into Tiny Girl's cup at the very edge of the table, and the room exploded.

“Holy shit!” Loud Guy said, “somebody just fucking beat Lardo at pong.”

“Barely,” Yuuri said, somehow managing to be self-defeating and plastered at the same time.

"Are you kidding me?" Mustache chipped in. "I never thought I'd see the goddamn day."

“His aim gets better when he gets drunker,” Phichit said. “I tried to warn you.”

“I’m still the undisputed Haus flip-cup champ,” said Tiny Girl.

“Really? Let’s see about that,” Yuuri said. Drunk Yuuri was finally coming out of his modest megane shell, and Phichit was going to be around to film every second.

“Hey,” Guang-hong asked Phichit around 1 AM, “has anybody seen Leo around?”

“I lost track of him after they started playing “Vivir Mi Vida” and he freaked out,” Phichit said. “How come?”

“Eric’s totally wasted and we need a translator.”

Phichit thought for a second. “From English? We’re using English right now.”

“No,” Guang-hong said, “from Southerner. He’s slurring all his words and allergic to consonants and the last phrase I heard from him was ‘Y’all boutta git sum.’ Leo’s from Houston, he knows that accent.”

“She like music, she from Houuu-ston, like Auntie Yonce,” a familiar voice warbled from Phichit’s seven. He reached out and grabbed Leo from the mass of partiers around them.

“Leo,” Guang-hong said with a valiant attempt at sobriety, “we need you to translate what Bitty’s saying. He’s getting up in Yuuri’s face and I just heard him saying everyone was gonna get something.”

“We don’t need to worry about a fight, Yuuri’s not a fighty drunk,” Phichit added, “but he might cry all over the host and that would just be embarrassing for everyone.”

Leo squinted at Phichit as if his eyes weren’t quite focusing right. “Wouldn’t you want that?” he asked. “You could film it and add it to your Yuuri Blackmail Stash.”

“It’s not a blackmail stash, it’s just a thing friends— look, we don’t have time for this!”

“Aight,” Leo said, “lemme at ‘im and I’ll do my best.”

They elbowed their way over to the circle of onlookers surrounding a slurring Bittle and confused Yuuri, both drunk off their asses. “Aintcha never done no dance-offs b’fore?” Eric said.

“Have you ever been in a dance-off?” Leo translated, enunciating carefully and swaying slightly.

“‘S rumors. Like, tons of ‘em, ‘n’ all of ‘em gotcha winnin’ ‘gainst some miiiiiiighty tough competition,” Eric continued.

“Many rumors claim that you’ve won previous dance-offs against very tough opponents,” said Leo, deadpan.

“An’ I’m thinkin’, how ‘bout it, huh? You an’ me, here ‘n’ now, mano a mano,” Eric concluded.

“And I think we should have a dance-off here and now,” Leo said.

Yuuri blinked. “Thass wha’ he’s sayin’?” he asked. Drunk Yuuri was its own dialect, heavy with slurs and sobbing and the Saga-Ben he never quite scrubbed from his accent. Luckily, Phichit was fluent.

“Yep,” he confirmed. “You down?”

It was a foregone conclusion; between the tub juice and the pong and the kegstands, Yuuri was a good eight drinks in, and eight-drinks Yuuri was a walking bad decision. “Am I down?” Yuuri said, looking like he was about to laugh, or maybe fall over. “Phichit, ‘m a gold medalist, gonna kick ass at Worlds. I think I can take an American who doesn’ even know how t’ breakdance.”

“Famous last words, buddy,” Phichit said, but he stepped back. If this disaster happened, somebody had better preserve it for posterity, and that somebody was going to be him.

“Hey, Cheetah!” Eric hollered, and hurled his phone at Phichit. “Use my phone, I gotta Youtube channel that’s gonna wanna see this.”

The phone was already set to record, so Phichit had nothing to do but stand in a clear spot, press a button, and hold on for the ride.

“Get Me Bodied” blasted through the speakers and Phichit had no adequate words to describe what came next. There was quite a bit of breakdancing on Yuuri’s part— Phichit thought he could recognize that K-kick from the banquet photos— and Eric was shaking his ass like the world was ending and twirling around like a bizarre headbanging ballerina. Between the two of them, Phichit thought they’d used a bit of every kind of dance Phichit knew, and a few he didn’t. As the music ended, Eric came out of a giant spin and… fell? On purpose? He didn’t look hurt, and it had been timed to the music, so probably it was deliberate.

“That’s a death drop, what Bittle ended with. Although I don’t know what you call the spin he did going into it,” said Otabek from behind Phichit’s shoulder, and since when had Otabek even been at this party?

“I’ve been here all night, you just haven’t noticed because I’m not a rowdy drunk like some people,” Otabek said. “I DJ on the side, and there’s always somebody asking for the latest American hits. I figured it would be field research.”

“Okay,” said Yuuri from where he was draped against the banister, “so who won?”

Phichit pressed STOP and the recording cut out. “Everybody who just witnessed that. Maaaybe Eric, by a tiny margin? But most of all, Eric’s twitter followers,” he said, and uploaded the video.

“I’m so gonna regret that tomorrow,” Eric said, accepting a bottle of water from his boyfriend.

“I’m regretting it already,” Yuuri said. As Yuuri was tragically boyfriend-less until Victor tracked them down, Phichit grabbed some water for him.

“But oh my god, Eric, that move you did at the end? You have to teach us!” Guang-hong piped up.

“Yeah,” Phichit chirped, “Yuuri can fall on purpose for once.”

“I really hate you sometimes, Phichit, “ said Yuuri.

“Hate me later, it’s time for a podium selfie!” Phichit said, throwing Eric’s phone back to him.

Eric carefully took a photo with Yuuri, and Phichit wrote the caption for him: “4CC gold medalist katsukiyuuri and the reigning Haus Dance-Off Champion! #Epikegster #danceoffroyalty #yourfavescouldnever” The party wound down after that, and around 2 AM everybody headed back to their hotels after extracting a deal: Eric would teach them how to do a death drop someday if Yuuri helped him land a quad loop.

Bitty woke up in the middle of the night with an enormous headache, aching joints, and several thousand new followers. His phone had apparently alerted him to all of them at once, and didn’t stop buzzing for the five minutes it took Bitty to scroll to the source of the problem. Sure, the dance-off video accounted for his new Twitter followers, but why on earth was his Instagram blowing up?

And then he saw the selfie, and more importantly, the top comment.

“Jack. Jack, if you love me at all, you have to see this.”

“Bits, it’s four in the morning.”

“Look at this. Look at it. Viktor. Nikiforov. Just. Liked. My. Photo. He complimented my selfie prowess, Jack!”

“...Who?”

“I’m divorcing you.”

“We’re not even engaged!”

#omgcheckplease #yuri on ice #eric bittle #phichit chulanot #katsuki yuuri #seriously how do you tag all these characters #I won't even fucking bother #look if you're here for the Yuri On Ice I swear it gets there eventually #Four Continents would never be in Boston but wutever I do what I want

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Would you rather pay to get your nails done or do them yourself? Get them done. My hands are not steady enough to make them look nice. 68. Which do you like better- Zebra print or leopard print? Leopard. 69. Do you have any stickers on your car? An obligatory ISU one, courtesy of my momma. 70. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne? Luke Bryan honestly. Lil Wayne is annoying as hell. 71. Blackberry, Android, or iPhone? iPhone. 72. When’s the last time you had pizza from Pizza Hut? It's been a while. 73. Do you like diet soda? No. 74. What color are the walls in your room? White. 75. Are you 16 or older? Yes. 76. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars? No. 77. Do you have a job? Yes! 78. What are your initials? SAB 79. Did you ever have braces? Nope. 80. Are you from the south? Midwest gal for life. 81. What does your last status on facebook say? Let's go Giants! ❤️💙 82. Do you still talk to the first person you ever kissed? Not very often. Only when I run into him around town. Perks of living in one spot your whole life! 83. Are you closer to your mom or your dad? Mom. Definitely. 84. Have you ever done cheerleading or gymnastics? I'm so unathletic it's not even funny. 85. What’s the last movie you saw in theaters? Hidden Figures. It was fucking awesome. 86. Do you smoke? When I'm drunk, occasionally. 87. Would you rather wear heels or flip flops? Flip flops. 88. Is your phone touch screen? Yep! 89. Do you normally wear your hair straight or curly? Straight. 90. Have you ever snuck out of your house? Haha.... no, never 😇 91. Would you rather swim in a river, lake, or pool? Any! 92. Have you ever made out in a car? Yes. 93. …Had sex in a car? Yes. 94. Are you single or in a relationship? Single 95. What were you doing last night at midnight? Sleepin. 96. When’s the last time you saw fireworks? 4th of July. 97. Do you like the camera on your phone? Sure 98. Have you ever had a friend with benefits? Yeah. 99. Have you ever passed out from drinking? No. 100. Are you friends with people on facebook that you actually hate? Lmao you mean everyone from high school? 101. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare? No. 102. Name your favorite Kesha song: Come On. It's my god damn JAM 103. Do you have any tan lines right now? No 104. Would you ever wear cowboy boots with shorts? No.

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Bahasa Indonesia: AKSI DIAM MENGINGATKAN JANJI HAM PRESIDEN JOKOWI see also Indonesia over-reacts to ETAN protest in San Francisco,comment by Made Supriamata Demand President Jokowi Support Justice for All

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John M. Miller, East Timor and Indonesia Action Network (ETAN), 917-690-4391, [email protected] Peter Phwan, ETAN/ICANet, San Francisco (415) 812-2414 Muhamad Amin, San Francisco (415) 412-6372

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For Immediate Release

On Tuesday, February 16, human rights and environmental activists, members of the Indonesian-American community and others will gather in San Francisco, California, to urge Indonesia’s President Joko “Jokowi” Widodo to make justice a priority of his administration.

Demonstrators will gather in silence from 5:30 to 7:30 pm in front of the Palace of Fine Arts Theatre, 3301 Lyon St, San Francisco, CA 94123, where the President is scheduled to speak, They will call for greater efforts to bring to justice those responsible for past and ongoing human rights violations.

“President Widodo took office pledging to break with the past. Instead, we see too many echoes of Indonesia’s lawless past,” said John M. Miller, National Coordinator of ETAN. Peter Phwan of ICANET, a Bay Area Indonesia-American group, said “Jokowi should keep his campaign promise for commitment of human rights. So far, he has disappointed us.”

“The persecution of religious minorities continues. Churches still burn and minority faiths still have trouble getting permits to build houses of worship. This was the pattern of the past administration.”

Recently Jokowi’s own officials made hateful remarks against gays and lesbian, even banning gay emoji (sticker) in apps such as Whats App, Facebook and Twitter. Jokowi must address this minority rights,” he added.

“Repression of West Papuans demanding their rights is ongoing, despite Widodo’s promises of change. Security officials recently censored efforts to discuss the brutal killings that began in 1965 and brought the U.S.-backed dictator Suharto to power, Miller added. “Suppressing discussion is characteristic of authoritarian governments.”

“Victims and survivors of human rights crimes from the 1965 mass killings to the illegal invasion and occupation of East Timor (Timor-Leste) and the war in Aceh still await justice,” said Miller. “The lack of accountability for the past contributes to lawlessness in the present.”Other issues of concern to the demonstrators include the continued cutting and burning of Indonesia’ forests to establish palm oil and other plantation agriculture. The rate of deforestation is among the worst in the world. Much of this logging is illegal, often facilitated by lax enforcement and corrupt military and police. Haze from the burning of forests in Indonesia affects the health and well-being of millions in several Southeast Asian countries

Development projects such as the land reclamation such in Benoa Bay in Bali threaten Indonesia’s coasts to build hotels and golf courses.

Groups organizing the protest include the East Timor and Indonesia Action Network (etan.org), ICANET, and California against Reclamation in Benoa Bay, Bali.

The demonstration in the news:Tempo: Di San Fransisco, Aktivis Tagih Janji HAM Presiden Jokowi

Kabari News: Aksi Diam Aktivis Indonesia di AS Suarabali: Di Amerika, Jokowi Disambut Demo Tolak Reklamasi ETAN: Indonesia over-reacts to ETAN protest in San Francisco Tabloid Jubi: DI AS, PRESIDEN JOKOWI DISAMBUT AKSI DIAM SEPUTAR HAM, TERMASUK ISU PAPUA Asia Pacific Report: President Widodo greeted by protests over Bali plan in San Francisco Viva: Datang ke San Fransisco, Jokowi Disambut Unjuk Rasa

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BACKGROUND 1. Indonesia must reveal the truth and provide justice for past human rights violations from the mass killings in 1965 on to the illegal invasion and occupation of East Timor It is 50 years since Suharto’s 1965 seizure of power and 40 years after Indonesia’s illegal invasion of East Timor (Timor-Leste). During Suharto’s decades in power, Indonesian security forces and their proxies killed hundreds of thousands. Indonesia has taken only halting steps to acknowledge these crimes against humanity and has yet to take serious steps to hold those responsible for the crimes committed throughout the archipelago from Aceh to Timor-Leste (East Timor) to West Papua. Many of those responsible maintain powerful positions, including in Widodo’s own political party and administration. Refusing to acknowledge the past, the Indonesian military is increasingly re-inserting itself into domestic affairs. 2. End the Persecution of Religious Minorities Religious minorities in Indonesia remain under threat. The recent burning of churches in Aceh and bans on Ahmadi worship are among the most recent examples. Followers of minority religions continue to face persecution and to have trouble opening houses of worship, including GKI Yasmin and HKBP Philadelphia churches. Many localities enforce discriminatory regulations in violation of national law. 3. End the Persecution of Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transgender people Public officials have made a series of troubling anti-gay statements, urging barring LGBT people from universities and other institutions. Recently, the Communication and Information Ministry threatened to ban gay and lesbian emoji or stickers in WhatsApp, Facebook and Twitter. 4. Stop Human Right Violations in West Papua

While Jokowi has promised a new deal for Papua, many of those promises remain unfulfilled. About 40 political prisoners remain in jail and the rules governing media access remain murky. West Papuans advocating for freedom face harassment, arrest or worse. Expanded “development” projects threaten indigenous rights and livelihoods. Indonesia continues to rebuff appeals for direct dialogue with the independence movement.

5. Protect the Environment, Stop Deforestation Indonesia’s forests continue to be stripped to establish palm oil and other plantation agriculture. The rate of deforestation is among the worst in the world. Illegal logging is often facilitated by lax enforcement and corrupt military and police. Haze from the seasonal burning of forests in Indonesia affects the health and well-being of millions in several Southeast Asian countries. Plans to add additional coal-fired electric plants also pose health hazards and will contribute to climate change that already threatens Indonesia’s coral and coasts. The massive Benoa Bay Reclamation Project would destroy a large conservation area in Bali for hotels and tourism. Join ETAN’s email listservs on Timor-Leste, Indonesia and West Papua See also Human Rights & Justice page Indonesia and West Papua Struggles page West Papua Report

MEDIA ADVISORY

AKSI DIAM MENGINGATKAN JANJI HAM PRESIDEN JOKOWI SEGERA Pada hari Selasa, 16 Februari 2016, aktivis Hak Asasi Manusia (HAM) dan lingkungan hidup serta sejumlah warga Indonesia di di Amerika Serikat melakukan aksi diam di San Francisco, California, mendesak Presiden Joko Widodo untuk memperhatikan isu HAM dan keadilan sebagai prioritas dalam pemerintahannya.

Aksi diam ini dilakukan pada jam 5:30 sampai 7:30 petang di depan Palace of Fine Art, 3301 Lyon Street, San Francisco, CA 94123, di mana Presiden akan bertemu dengan komunitas diaspora Indonesia di AS. Aksi diam ini menyerukan agar Presiden Jokowi melakukan upaya serius untuk mengadili pelaku pelanggaran HAM masa lalu dan kini.

“Presiden Jokowi menjanjikan pemerintahan yang berbeda dengan masa lalu. Tetapi, kita melihat begitu banyak gaung pelanggarana hukum masa lalu, ungkap John M. Miller, Koordinator Nasional ETAN.

Peter Phwan dari ICANET di San Francisco mengungkapkan,Jokowi harus memenuhi janji-janji kampanyenya dalam Nawa Cita. Salah satunya janji Jokowi adalah komitmen terhadap HAM. Sebegitu jauh, rekam jejak HAM pemerintahan Jokowi masih mengecewakan.

Muhamad Amin, aktivis San Francisco lainnya berkata, Belakangan sejumlah fraksi DPR semakin mendukung Jokowi. Agar terjadi check and balance, Presiden Jokowi perlu diingatkan soal isu HAM ini.”

Phwan menambahkan, “Penganiayaan terhadap kelompok minoritas agama, seperti kasus GKI Yasmin, HKBP Philadelphia, Syiah dan Ahmadiyah masih berlangsung. Gereja masih dibakar dan kelompok minoritas agama masih sulit memperoleh ijin untuk membangun tempat ibadahnya sendiri. Ini adalah pola pemerintahan masa lalu.

Baru-baru ini beberapa menteri di Kabinet Jokowi mengungkapkan ujaran kebencian terhadap kaum gay dan lesbian. Bahkan, melarang emoji (stiker) gay dan lesbian di aplikasi seperti WhatsApp, Facebook dan Twitter. Jokowi harus memberi pernyataan soal perlindungan HAM terhadap minoritas ini, ungkapnya.

“Orang-orang Papua Barat masih juga menuntut hak-haknya, meskipun Jokowi menjanjikan perubahan. Pejabat di bidang Politik Keamanan baru-baru ini melakukan upaya sensor dengan melarang diskusi masyarakat tentang pembunuhan brutal yang terjadi di tahun 1965 yang memungkinkan berkuasanya Soeharto, diktator yang didukung AS, ujar Miller. Pelarangan diskusi adalah gaya pemerintahan otoriter.

“Korban dan penyintas kejahatan pembunuhan masal 1965 sampai invasi ilegal ke Timor Timur (Timor-Leste) dan pelanggaran HAM di Aceh masih menanti keadilan, kata Miller. Lemahnya pertanggungjawaban terhadap masa lalu punya andil terhadap pelanggaran hukum di masa kini.

Isu lain yang diusung para aktivis adalah pembalakan dan pembakaran hutan Indonesia untuk perkebunan kelapa sawit dan hasil pertanian lainnya. Tingkat penggundulan hutan Indonesia adalah salah satu yang terburuk di dunia. Ini karena adanya penebangan hutan secara liar, seringkali dipermudah dengan lemahnya penegakan hukum dan militer serta polisi yang korup. Asap dari kebakaran hutan di Indonesia jelas mengganggu kesehatan dan kehidupan jutaan orang di beberapa negara Asia Tenggara.

Proyek-proyek pembangunan seperti reklamasi Teluk Benoa untuk pembangunan pusat pariwisata jelas mengancam kelestarian alam dan pantai di Bali.

Kelompok peserta aksi diam:

East Timor and Indonesia Action Network (etan.org), ICANET, and California against Reclamation in Benoa Bay, Bali.

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