#Mi (unit leader green hair)

[cheetahf]

Project sekai fan unit :3

[americangirlstar]

World By Us Quotes

I know when we make aesthetics/art pieces, we like to have little quotes from the books below it! Here’s some quotes for the WBU girls– if it’s not said by them specifically, I put who said it at the end in [brackets], and if it’s not from their main book, I made a note in italics at the beginning.

Makena Williams

As I sorted through the new items on the bed, I wondered what kind of statement I wanted to make. I was going to have fun figuring it out!

As I looked at the outfit now, I realized it still needed... something. I closed my eyes and focused on how I was feeling. I was nervous, but excited, too, like something I had been waiting for was finally about to begin.

I added three gold butterfly hair clips to my twists. Butterflies are a symbol of transformation, and I knew today would be full of big changes. When I tilted my head, the butterflies looked like they were taking off.

On my way to the gym, I passed the big mural again. We Walk Together. I smiled, knowing that I had just met two new friends to walk with.

I have four names: Makena means “happy one” in Swahili; Lilias was my dad’s mom, who died when he was a boy; Cook, for Mom’s family, and Williams. They all matter, and they make me who I am.

“Fashion can be a form of activism. And I wouldn’t be surprised if one day that was your purpose.” [said by her mother]

I want to live in a world where who you are inside matters more than what you look like outside.

I rolled over and pressed the pillow around my ears, but Mom’s question was like a song I couldn’t get out of my head. Couldn’t he see that they’re children? Couldn’t he see? No, Mom! I wanted to scream. That’s the problem. He couldn’t see that we’re real people, with real names and lives and feelings. All he could see was that we’re Black. I cried sad and mad tears, because none of it made any sense.

I’m so much more than what you see / Don’t guess- ASK about all the feels inside me / Get to know who I am for real / Then maybe this world can start to heal / See me, hear me, know me!

My name is Makena Williams. Something happened to me, and I am not okay.

I am a person. See me for who I am. Hear what I say. Get to know me before you make up something about me. Judge me by my words and actions, not my race. See me. Hear me. Know me.

Do you see us now? We’re girls. We’re your neighbors.

I ran my fingers across the letters. There was my idea, my first design, in real life. I was so proud.

My eyes went back to Auntie Bling’s word power. Maybe I could give other people the power to tell their own stories. What if kids could show and tell the world who they really are, how they really feel, in any style they chose?

I’m Makena. I’m proud that my family’s roots in Anacostia go back four generations. I came up with the words on my T-shirt because people weren’t seeing the real me. They were only seeing that I was Black– if they saw me at all. I love West African kente cloth because the colors and patterns tell stories. The green in this skirt signifies renewal. I like wearing butterflies because they remind me that though change can be difficult, it can lead to something beautiful. With my fashion, I am always making a statement.

When everyone had made their statements, we all gathered onstage for a bow. The audience was on its feet, clapping and cheering for us. All the other kids hopped off the stage and started mingling. I stood there, watching adults talking to kid and kids from different communities talking to each other. Seeing so many people come together was powerful.

I believe that when you take time to get to know people, you get to see who they truly are.

I was so proud of what we’d done that I couldn’t stop grinning. Just before I went to join my friends and family, I glimpsed my own reflection in the window. It looked as if the river was flowing right through me. Maybe it does, I thought, along with the strength of my ancestors, and the bravery of Black people before and the bravery of everyone in this room who works for change.

Evette Peeters

When we made the sign last year, I painted a monarch butterfly above the words. Monarchs fly thousands of miles. Their strength and endurance remind me of the people who were on the front lines during the pandemic.

The one good thing about not going anywhere was seeing the gardens change. I never knew it could be fun to watch plants grow, but it actually was.

The bridge was coming up. Pretty soon, we’d be crossing the Anacostia. I’d been crossing that river all my life on the way to Gran E’s house. Every time I saw it, the river looked different. Sometimes the waves were rough, but today they were calm. The sunlight made the pale green water sparkle.

Why did people think skin color defines who we are? It seemed so simple: humans come in different colors, just like flowers.

I put them on and hung my heart necklace on my jewelry tree. Next to it was a locket that had an umoja symbol on it. Umoja means “unity” in the Swahili language. Gran E had given me the locket for Kwanzaa last year, along with a card that said, “Promise always to see umoja: unity in the family, community, nation and race.”

Still, I couldn’t help wondering, Is this how a rift gets started? Something goes wrong between people, and before you know it, there’s a rift between them. Was that how it happened with my grandmothers? And the most important question of all: Could a rift between people be repaired?

The grass was trampled, but seeing the riverbank free of litter lifted my heart.

With a day of hard work, we had healed part of the river. If only it could be this easy for my grandmothers to heal the rift between them.

“A world– by us,” I announced, writing it on a piece of poster board. I looked up at my friends. Somehow when I was with them, anything seemed possible. “That’s what we’ll call it– and that’s what we’ll make it.”

What I’m trying to tell you is not to judge a whole person for one thing they said or did. People can change and learn from their mistakes.

Well, we are one family. So we should all act like it, right?

I know the world has many problems, just as there are many kinds of pollution in the river. But with the sunshine and the music and good friends beside me, I felt a wave of hope rise in my chest. As long as we can imagine a better world, we can make it happen. When people come together, we can do remarkable things. The river taught me that.

Maritza Ochoa

from Makena’s Story: Well, we don’t need to wait until we grow up to make a difference. We can start now, making the kind of world we want to live in. 

At school, the girls always play with the boys. The girls are tougher than you think.

Before she passed away, I received a beautiful journal from her in the mail. Inside, she had written inspirational quotes from famous women athletes and leaders. On a note enclosed with the journal, she had written that I should add more inspirational quotes to the journal, because keeping a positive attitude was important when life becomes hard. I had to admit, it was hard to be positive during that time.

I stared down at the salteñas, thinking of what my abuelo said. Prayers weren’t enough, but sometimes prayers are all you have. Was there something more I could do?

The title of the piece was Tu lucha es mi lucha, which means “your fight is my fight.”

Remember, we’re young. Nobody expects us to be leaders, so we must expect it from ourselves.

There was incredible history here, and yet... so much more history to be made.

“She needs me to be her friend,” I replied. And as soon as I said those words, I felt them in my heart.

In soccer, if we see something wrong, we call it out so it can be fixed. I see something wrong, and I want to help.

Tu luca es mi lucha. I will lead with my heart and find a way to help your family.

We don’t just want to talk about injustice. We want to do something about it.

It was as if Tia Mari knew that someday I’d need this quote. Maybe I’m more like her than I even imagined.

All of us are united in our love for soccer, but we are also united in another cause that we want to share with you. Soccer has taught me many things, but most important it has taught me to be a team player and to be vocal if I see something wrong. This past week, I saw something wrong and I want to bring it to everyone’s attention.

If you were here, I would tell you what an inspiration you are to me. I miss you, Tia. I know I’ll always miss you and that’s okay. It will be an extra part of me that will make me stronger and kinder.

[reynesofcastamere]

People Try To Break

(A/N:All right, so it’s been...a WHILE since I last wrote fanfiction, much less published it. *cracks fingers* However Season 4 hit me with Too Many Damned Sad Feelings for these two characters and I have to get them out somehow. In collected one-shot ‘what if?’ scenario form. Thanks to remi-bw for calculating the Beast Island timeline on my previous post. WARNINGS: Violence, brainwashing, character death, Horde Prime, chronic illness and injury. Unbeta’d. )

(BAD END I)

Everything is in ashes. But Hordak will have this: the satisfaction of crushing his enemy’s skull beneath-A blast of pain, accompanied by acrid smoke and a BANG! that makes his ears ring. The makeshift club is torn from his grip, glowing eyes already seeking out the source of this intrusion- who dares, he will grind them into dust for...

Lord Hordak, Supreme Leader of the Horde, former right hand of the Emperor of the Known Universe does not even register the child who shot him, transfixed by the mass of writhing violet swarming out of the pipe. He cannot breathe, even as a form emerges from beneath all that hair and oh, he cannot see her face from this distance but he knows it with every fibre of his being- “Entrapta?” A whisper, uncertain and weak, legs moving of their own volition.

The light around him turns green after three steps, arresting his forward motion. Horde Prime is here at last. Yet he feels...terror. Please. Not now. I have to speak to her, she needs to know- “ENTRAPTA!” A hand reaches out uselessly, desperately in her direction, as if hoping against all logic and sense to close the gap between them. Too late. Darkness and Prime’s technology take him under.

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(BAD END II)

Hordak had dreamed of standing before his brother with pride -all of this, I have accomplished in your name- next to the woman whose brilliance had made it possible. Instead he is damaged, dirty and on his knees while Entrapta lies unconscious among the rubble that was transported with them. He explains everything, but there is no flicker of gratitude or admiration on his Emperor’s face. Horde Prime seems...mildly amused, at best. At least until Hordak, in his growing anxiety to prove his worth, fails. The temperature in the room has not changed, and yet his insides are frozen.

Prime steps down from his throne to rifle through Hordak’s memories like a box of useless scrap. It feels...wrong in a way that it should not. He is a clone, the rightful property of the Emperor. Nothing can -or should- be hidden from His gaze. And yet there are moments flashing through his head that some part of him does not want Horde Prime to see. Because they are...special. “-There was even a time you wished I would not come for you. Is that not so?”

He protests in vain even as his Creator moves to stand over Entrapta’s prone form, lifting her up by the scruff of her neck. Stunned into silence, Hordak watches his brother examine the Etherian scientist as he once had-A backwater primitive with some shred of actual intelligence.

“Such an extraordinary mind... For a lesser species. A pity it cannot be utilized in service of my Empire.”

“What?” Surely he must have misheard. Then a smirk that can only be described as cruel quirks Prime’s lips and dread is a jagged stone in the pit of his stomach. “Poor little brother, so easily led astray. You truly thought that you served My will, that I would allow your pet to spread heresy. That you have even given yourself a name proves you have become an abomination.” His Emperor is no longer composed or pretending at benevolence, radiating sheer rage at the presumptive defect before Him. “You must be reborn.” His hand closes around  Entrapta’s throat.

Hordak’s body does not-cannot- obey his will, despite how fast his heart is racing. He pleads, begs, grovels like the worthless creature he is, all for the wretched hope of saving her. The one being in the entire universe who truly made him...complete. The sound her neck makes when it snaps is deafening in his ears, her killer dropping her lifeless body to the floor seconds later.

An anguished howl rips through the air as the monster approaches once more. Unable to lash out, blinded by hatred and tears, he does not even realize what is happening. There is pain and then...Nothingness.

Three days later, clone HK-001 still exhibits near-constant ocular discharge despite successful reconditioning. No cause is determined, and the Empire does not waste resources on defects. HK-001′s termination is carried out efficiently, while the conquest of Etheria begins in earnest. A small creature with no voice of its’ own looks up at the stars and the massive fleet that nearly blots them out, clutching an engraved crystal in its’ hands. Waiting.

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(GOOD END I)

Horde Prime is dead.

Princess Entrapta of Dryl claims his body, empire, and army by right of conquest. There isn’t much left of the first by the time she finishes experimenting with it, but the treasure trove of data provided is invaluable to the field of xenobiology. And to the new Empress’s Consort. Who loves her very much and made that perfectly clear once they’d gotten past the post-fight sex in the throne room and the temporary awkwardness that followed.

She’s got fleets full of new and fascinating technology, infinite galaxies to explore, masses of clones to study; (Watching them adjust to the idea of individuality is fascinating, there’s already an entire ship’s crew who started wearing maroon after spending an afternoon with Scorpia.) Her Lab Partner is right there with her, working on projects, trading theories and ideas even while lying in bed with Imp curled up in her hair and Emily in sleep mode in the corner.

Some of her friends don’t quite...understand her choices, but they also don’t have the power or authority to stop her anymore. That they’re still her friends after a regicide means a lot, even if the bi-monthly Princess Meetings involve a lot of dirty looks being thrown in Hordak’s direction. Which he ignores. Pointedly. Without breaking anything, even! Which she definitely needs to check off on her progress list for Social Experiment 51-B. Life, in the simplest possible terms, is ‘good’. Entrapta intends to keep it that way. Besides, a being who couldn’t accept that imperfections and accidents were what allowed scientific progress and the driving principles of the universe to move forward was far better off as a test subject.

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(GOOD END II)

Hordak freezes at the sight of the apparent ‘ghost’ for only a moment before rage draws him back into its’ black, razor-edged pit. The rebel archer miscalculates and winds up dangling by his neck in a choking grip. “You DARE to use that shapeshifter’s tricks?” He snarls, eyes practically emitting heat from sheer force of will alone. “What -hgk- do you-?”

“Do not LIE to me. Entrapta is dead.” They will regret this decision, for he will wring out their apologies along with their screams for mercy. But first. “And you are delaying my extermination of her murderer.” Catra will pay. For every action she had done, every lie told, every second of time she wasted while Entrapta was sent and abandoned to die on Beast Island. (It has been five Etherian seven-day units of time. No sentient being could have survived that long.) His grasp is suddenly surrendered when Double Trouble uses the existing rope-line and their imitation prehensile hair to swing down and tackle him to the ground. The attempts he makes at ripping the face off of this pretender end with his wrists bound above his head, growling in impotent fury.

“Hordak! I found the First Ones’ database at the centre of Beast Island! It’s a technological wonder-pure information buried in the midst of a sentient hazardous waste disposal site that slowly paralyzes and consumes any being exposed to it.” A pause for breath is accompanied by a tiny shudder that most people...probably wouldn’t notice. “Anyway, Bow and Adora showed up in a spaceship-I totally need to study it properly later- and I rescued them even though they were supposed to be rescuing me, there was this weird guy who ate bugs and oh! I made a new friend. She’s really great and didn’t have any problems with me sitting in her mouth.” Entrapta tilts her head at him, looking mildly confused and then hesitant. “You...really didn’t abandon me?” The question is quiet, a complete departure from her energetic explanations. She seems almost scared of what his answer might be, hair releasing his wrists now that he’s stopped struggling.

Hordak is stricken, tears welling in his eyes as he carefully sits up. He didn’t notice the changes in her appearance before, the indications that she couldn’t possibly be the form-changing mercenary. If this is another lie, and he is about to be killed for believing it, then he no longer cares. His fingers slowly, gently caress the hair along her scalp. “No. Never.” He’s never known her to be particularly fond of touching people with any part of her body aside from her hair...Yet they wind up with her arms around his shoulders and his around her waist. “I have been an utter fool.” Hordak murmurs, the upper half of his face resting against her left shoulder. “Believing you were a traitor from the start. Catra is a proven liar, and you...” The words catch in his throat for a moment. He has never done this before. Had neither wanted nor needed to until now. With her. “Entrapta. I need you.” Somehow he gathers the courage to meet her eyes and finds them as moist as his, but she also looks...pleased?

Entrapta sniffles. “I kind of gave up on you while I was imprisoned. Bow offered me some good advice, though.” She smiles, even if it’s a touch shaky. “Hey, we’re both imperfect, right? Just means we need to keep working on it.” She considers the question a success when he laughs softly and smiles at her in turn, their foreheads coming to rest against one another. Hm. His armor is missing the central crystal. She’ll have to ask about that, locate it, and tell him what the writing on it translates to. She loves him too, and he deserves to know it as an absolute proven fact. In time, they’ll rebuild what is broken (The Fright Zone is a mess, for starters.). When nothing arrives to block out the stars, no further attempts to contact Horde Prime are made. They have enough to keep them busy for a very long time. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

(A/N: In Bad End II Entrapta is unconscious the whole time because I am a firm believer that she is capable of murdering him in 2.5 seconds. Especially if he has the alien equivalent of a jugular or carotid artery. So originally I was going to add reactions from Bow and Glimmer in Good End II buuuuut this is already decently long and their dialogue would have boiled down to Bow quietly squeeing, Glimmer going WTF?!, Entrapta being cheerfully blunt and Hordak scowling because You’re Interrupting A Moment, Godsdamnit.  Horde Prime accidentally flew into a black hole or something, IDK. One last thing. I’ve never written a neurodivergent character (coded or otherwise), so if I have butchered Entrapta’s character and/or written something that is offensive; I deeply apologize and will look to correct this if provided with constructive criticism.)

[athyrabunlord]

Aqours 1st Live LV Thoughts

It’s a rainy day (typical Vancouver weather)

My throat is sore from all the screaming (srsly actual screaming)

Both my arms are disabled after 3 hours of waving the glowsticks

It’s wet and cold af and I’m hungry (I came straight to the theatre after work so no dinner), so I’m eating hot cup noodle LOL

Even after all of the above, I’M SO EUPHORIC AF LIKE OMFG WHATTA EXPERIENCE I need to ramble asap nvm I have to wake up for work in… 4 hours LOL

Very long rambling under the cut:

I went to the Theatre straight after work because I was worried about the lineup and, boy, I made the right decision because 5minutes after I got there, the line suddenly quadrupled the original length.

Yes bad pic I know, but at least I remembered to snap a shot before chatting with nearby nice fellow livers! I have to say, I was surprised by the male:female ratio - I’m certain it was 65%-35%!! or even more girls!

Anyway, as we were lining up, I saw people who brought their nesoberis, badges, keychains etc., while I only have a lonely orca keychain on my purse because, hey I did come straight from work, there’s only so much gear I can bring conveniently XD;;; Someone brought a boom box and blasting songs, so when Aozora came on we were all doing calls on the sidewalk, lolol!!

Once we got in, we got that nice Aqours post cards with the girls’ signatures +_+ and the back looks like this:

yes I still use iPhone 4S as my main phone so excuse the quality

and we also get one smol glowstick for free! I snapped mine way before the LV started lmao, but it was a brilliant purple Mari color XD

I made friends with a few Livers and chatted a bit with the girl beside me (we both adore Honoka and Chika, loving them as the leaders and technically neither of us could pick a fav girl because we love them all!!). Maa, I told her my fav girl is orca (because I fangirl her the most and I did bring her keychain XD), so she gave me an extra glowstick that’s green - Kanan’s color! So I ended up having #kanamari glowsticks lmfao I’m such trash

Before LV started tho, we decided to move to the front (I think the 2nd row in fact) and later on that was def the right decision because lmao I stood up the majority of the LV , sorry for the people behind us several rows back XD;;;;;;

A nice guy was handing out a copy of teamonibe’s fan callbook!

To the left, there are a bunch of hardcore(?) guys with the UO sticks (a box in fact), ready to get rollin’. I thought they would disturb/decrease enjoyment of the LV but, I was wrong! For me at least, their hoarse cries, cheers and sincere calls really added to the LV experience so for that, I’m thankful they were there!

As the theatre fills up (not completely full tho), the guy with the boombox continues to play music and… well, when Psychic Fire played, I friggin’ just lost it LOOOOOL FooFOO!!! BIBI BIBI BIBIBI!!!!!!!!! My HP nearly turned grass-green before the LV even started X’DD From that moment my switch turned off and I’m total Liver mode.

We did calls with the background music, but when the Intro screen came on, we all lost it and started cheering as each girl came on the screen. I vaguely remember standing up and cheering (read: screaming) Kanan and Dia >_>;;;

Aozora is the opener and GDI I DEFINITELY SCREECHED LIKE HOLY SHIT BIG SCREEN HIGH DEFINITION MY AWESOME GALS THAT’S AQOURS FFFFFFFCKKKKKKKK

I was all sweaty and I can feel the ache in my arms after the song ended. XD!!! Maa, I was (willingly) spoiled by all the twitter and posts so I knew exactly what lineup are the songs. Even then, that trepidation and excitement as the intro to KoiAq came on. *_* SHUKASHUU HER SMILE IS BRILLIANT SHE EXTENDS MY LIFE BY SEVERAL YEARS LIKE OMFG SHE’S SO, SO CUTE

Ahem, member intro time. Gawd, now, this is what makes LV sooo much fun! Doing the call/response with the VAs! Due to all the niconamas, I know each by heart and it was amazing to actually scream my adoration for them, especially with fellow fans!!! I also notice Aikyan, Shukashuu and Anchan are the most popular (at least around my area which is the front, I have no idea what’s going on with the mid + backrows loooooool)

I myself bounced up and fcking SCREAMED MIKAN, MIKAN, MI~KA~N with Anchan’s call lmaoooo (and let out a very girly screech when suwawa hugged shukashuu in her intro lmfao I can’t help it)

Aqours Heroes is a very fun song to do calls with but lmao my HP was definitely dark red by then X’DDDD So grateful for the intermission. My respect for the VAs spiked again for having such stamina!

The intermission chibis are so darn cute. I finally understood why people said they’re upgraded compared to previous LL concerts - the eyes and expressions are def way more animated! Mari’s （＞ω＜） is beyond cute.

Hand in Hand is a very fun song, I remember twirling my glowsticks like an idiot but this was also when I noticed my purple glowstick is dying OTL

Daisuki has quite the uniformed calls, or at least we’re able to grasp the rhythm better than HiH. The MC afterwards was adorabs. Sks is criminally kawaii.

Yume de Yozora is beautiful. I don’t remember much except that it really is beautiful, something you just sit back and enjoy.

Another intermission. The Ramen vs Shuumai vs Curry bit was hilarious af xD I wasn’t able to concentrate much tho because I knew the subunit songs are next and based on the fanarts and magazine photos, I already know I’ll die.

GenkiZenkaiDDD came on and I was deceased. Followers of this blog should know I’m utter CYR garbage and fck, no, really, Anchan, Shukashuu, Shokunin AiAi absolutely slayed me. The outfits really, really look good on them, photos alone do not do them justice. DDD is such a fun song and we all had a blast! I remember actually, jumping, many times (as in my feet really left the ground…) I LOVE CYARON *actually roared that near the end of DDD I was garbage I cannot be stopped xD;;;

The MC, well, I don’t know how I survived it because I love them so much like omfg???? The girl in my row, a You/Sks fan, also ded like me. The fanboys around us were slaughtered. I distinctively remember hearing a hoarse cry of bliss at how cute they were. RIP that gentleman lmao.

Next, perhaps I’m biased af because this is my fav song, but Yozora is breathtaking. Beautiful, mesmerizing, each of their facial expressions and movements, holy sht. Shukashuu’s solo ballet bridge, fccccck.

The Dun-Dun-DunDun! for Torikoriko Please came on and I instantly hopped back onto my feet. If my screams at Suwawa and Arisha-sama annoyed anyone then I apologize here XD;;; Like I said, my switch turned off. I’m normally a quiet girl (surprise surprise) but I think I had screamed several years worth of shrieks tonight…

But yes, Arisha is… like, wow. Goddess much? (Many fanboys perished here yes) And that bit where Suwawa fixed Arisha’s hair so naturally and smoothly too like wtf just happened?!?!?!?!?! (unfortunately I only heard myself scream at that. So yes, the person who screamed then was me.)

Tokimeki, a goddess song, was indeed a goddess song here. It was also beautiful and ethereal. My soul was healed and I can die happily(again)

Strawberry Trapper, expected, was the most popular song but, hey, I was shrieking my lungs out too! They were sooooooooooo fcking cool! Aikyan, Rkk, Ainyan really nailed this song! The whole theatre was in uproar and deservedly so

MC showcases how smol and adorabs Ainyan is. I love her. I understand why Suwawa cuddles her so much because I wanna give her hagus too. Also, Aikyan was in total Yohane-sama mode. The guy behind me, a total Aikyan-tard, was killed several times throughout this MC

GNGK was a really fun song to do calls! It doesn’t deplete your HP drastically but still a lot XD

Intermission was a condensed anime summary up until ep9. During the YouChika scenes, my new friend smiled “YouChika Confirmed yo” and I returned that same grin “YouChika is real yo”. Fcuk yeah! (P.S. we both ship YouRiko too tho lmfao). The ChikaRiko window scene got a lot of cheers. My heart was filled with warmth at all the cheers at the μ's  mentions/scenes. I was the one who screeched Honoka if anyone heard X”D;;;;;; I also went batshit crazy at the kanamari hug scene I’M NOT SORRY FOR WAVING MY KANAMARI GLOWSTICKS LIKE THE GARBAGE I AM

Mijuku Dreamer. :’D don’t have much to say here - it’s everything I’ve wanted for this godly song with the godly outfits. The ThirdYears Hug near the end is 10 harasho

Finally, the long awaited, OmoiYo. We’re all already cheering for Rikyako when she got up to the piano. But omfg?? The close up shot of her swiping the piano keys in the intro like holy fck so badass????? RIKYAKO!!!! (I remember screaming her name until my voice went hoarse and I had to shut up for a while lmfao)

MC was great. Aikyan was great. KyanAi was adorabs. onee-sama was onee-sama. Shukashuu welcoming rkk back made the YouRiko fan inside me roll (along with fellow fans beside me lmao)

Todokanai is another fun song to do calls for. Since I recovered quite a bit of my HP earlier, I went back to actually jumping and screaming >_>;;;

Intermission again, more anime summary. We all did Mari’s “Oh my god, oh my god, OH MY GOD” bit X’DDD it was fun af

MiraiTicket outfits are godsend. The musical before the song is sooo well-acted. Those who didn’t like the anime part or felt it odd/out of place (like myself), would surely have their opinion changed after this. Anchan truly is a natural. Also, again, YouChika confirmed yo >8D

WE SAY YOSORO~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

KimiKoko surprised me - it got me, really, really hyped up. The calls are really fun to do and we were all very united in this. Those leapfrog jumps tho. Gawd, I’m so proud of my girls :’D

Encore time - a guy behind my row was shouting “A~sore~!” after each of our “Enco-ru!” XDDD Funny af. This is also when the UO guys are prepping the next box of of UOs… oh and did I mention one of them was wearing a Shiitake suit/outfit?

The Encore animation was great. I remember Shiny-ing with Mari, and screamed Kanan and flailing my (still alive) green glowstick. And, ofc, Yosoro, Ganbaruby, and Mirai zura~

PopsHeart, I love this song!!! I already practiced through the MiniLive so, yup, I was back to jumping and shrieking and used up 2/3 of my HP flailing but goddam it’s such a fun song!!!!!

ED is a very popular song~ We’re all pretty much singing and serenading throughout this bit, especially Singing My Song for my Dream~ Also, Anchan and Arisha hugged. This is very important.

Closing MC. Off the top of my head, I remember screaming Ainyan when smolshiny is trying her best holding her tears ;A; and definitely screeched my throat sore for King’s tears. Again, I went batshit crazy at Suwawa. Sorry for the people around me again XD;;;;;

Last but not least ofc, was Anchan. Iono, when she thanked the audience for the live, my eyes felt damp. If I wasn’t so hyped (and dehydrated then), I might have actually cried. This must be the Live feels? I can’t really describe it - it’s a myriad of emotions, happy to be here to enjoy this, with fellow fans… it truly is amazing.

0>1 as the last song, we were def all jumping at this point. The UO guys went all out, so did we XDDDDD

Overall, this had been an incredible experience for me. Never had I had the opportunity to express my love for a fandom so much, so earnestly and full-heartedly, surrounded by strangers who also at that moment then were all connected by our mutual love for Aqours.

I had a lot of fun, it was definitely a fantastic night. I sincerely wish there will be more opportunities like this in Canada/Vancouver for future LLS events, and I also urge fellow fans to attend such events because, honestly, you don’t know what you’ve been missing out just watching niconamas etc.

P.S. even as I’m typing this, my green glow stick is still alive… how… I guess Kanan’s stamina being limitless is realz yo

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Rules: Complete the survey & say who tagged you in the beginning. When you’re finished, tag people to do this survey. Have fun and enjoy!

1. Are you named after someone? Armand Assante, not really named after him, my parents just liked his name.

2. When is the last time you cried? Two years ago, when my Granddad moved on 

3. Do you like your handwriting? It’s meh, at least I can read it and so can my professors. 

4. What is your favorite lunch meat? Ham.

5. Do you have kids? Nope, way too young for that.

6. If you were another person, would you be friends with you? I mean….maybe…I’m that guy who’s polite but doesn't actively try to befriend you. Most of my friends befriended me.

7. Do you use sarcasm? Me? Sarcasm? I would never! 

9. Would you bungee jump? Giving what my future might hold, I would be down.

10. What is your favorite kind of cereal? Cookie Crisp all the way. 

11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? If I can’t take them off without untying them.

12. Do you think you’re a strong person? Physically, I’m above average, nothing to scoff at but nothing to write home about. Mentally, I would say I’m pretty strong but there exist certain people who can mess up my psyche at times. 

13. What is your favorite ice cream flavor? Mint Chocolate Chip.

14. What is the first thing you notice about people? Their faces.

15. Red or pink? Rojo

16. What is the least favorite physical thing you like about yourself? I guess my hair, I’m never 100% ok with it.

17. What color pants and shoes are you wearing now? Army ACUs and boots

18. What was the last thing you ate? Pizza.

19. What are you listening to right now? Yuki no Shingun, GuP style https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Sd9l1v1Vfg&list=PLKmmK_lCtUhEcm3oyjBVaHQA_6OA4-pxd&index=2 .

20. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Green.

21. Favorite smell? Ink.

22. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? My parents.

23. Favorite sport to watch? Premier Leauge Football, collegiate Basketball or tennis.

24. Hair color? Black.

25. Eye color? Black.

26. Do you wear contacts? No, but I kinda should.

27. Favorite food to eat? Americanized Chinese food.

28. Scary movies or comedy? If I had to pick between these two, definitely comedy.

29. Last movie you watched? White Tiger (2012).

30. What color of shirt are you wearing? Tan.

31. Summer or winter? Summer.

32. Hugs or kisses? Hugs but I don’t mind kisses.

33. What book are you currently reading? Maus by Art Spiegelman and Panzer Leader by Heinz Guderian.

34. Who do you miss right now? Mi perro.

35. What is on your mouse pad? No mouse pad.

36. What is the last TV program you watched? KONOSUBA!!!!!!!

37. What is the best sound? A large unit marching to either silence or a drum beat.

38. Rolling Stones or The Beatles? The Beatles.

39. What is the furthest you have ever traveled? Matehuala, San Luis Potosi, Mexico. The Cossio clan’s home in Mexico and where my grandfather was from, and where my father is from.

40. Do you have a special talent? Public speaking, golf and memorizing bullshit info from history.

41. Where were you born? California, The United States of America.

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Joe Arpaio’s Surprising Legacy in Arizona

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Joe Arpaio’s Surprising Legacy in Arizona

PHOENIX — In the City Council chambers here, a squat, round room that evokes the traditional Navajo home known as a “hogan,” Carlos Garcia is easy to spot. His chestnut hair, long and limp, is perennially fastened in a ponytail that hangs like a string halfway down his back. His feet are shielded by a pair of weathered sneakers. One afternoon last month, he showed up for work clad in a black golf-style shirt—“That’s the most dressed up you’re going to see me,” he quipped—with the words “City of Phoenix Councilman Carlos Garcia” embroidered over his heart.

Garcia joined the council in March, but his style remains as casual as it was during his time protesting a mother’s impending deportation in front of the local Immigration and Customs Enforcement building in 2017, or chanting into a bullhorn outside the federal courthouse where Maricopa County Sheriff Joe Arpaio stood trial that same year, accused of racially profiling Latinos.

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“One of my elders a long time ago told me, ‘If you’re going to be a public servant, you have to be ready when you wake up in the morning to meet with the governor and to go talk to ajornalero,” Garcia says, using the Spanish word for day laborer. The elder challenged him to use the way he dresses to telegraph who he really cares for—“Is it your priority,” the elder asked, “that you dress up to impress the governor?”

“My priority is to make sure people feel comfortable with me,” Garcia says.

By “people,” he means the people of color who for years have stood as targets of the politics of Arpaio and Jan Brewer, the former Republican governor of Arizona. Arpaio, perhaps Arizona’s most nationally famous politician, rode to fame in the 1990s with his draconian jail policies and then into President Donald Trump’s favor with his tough anti-immigrant posture. Brewer, as governor,in 2010 signed into law the nation’s toughest immigration bill, SB 1070, powering up the “attrition through enforcement” strategy championed by some on the right to drive illegal immigrants out of the United States.

Nearly 10 years later, Garcia is part of a new wave of Latino politicians in Arizona who have entered politics in response to those policies—a legacy that Arpaio and Brewer likely did not expect. In a state that once compelled police officers to ask about the citizenship status of the people they pulled over and barred undocumented immigrants from getting driver’s licenses and paying in-state tuition at public universities, a growing number of Latino activists are using the lessons they learned in organizing against the immigration crackdown to catapult themselves into elected state and local office.

Garcia was born in Cananea, Mexico, about 30 miles south of the border, and lived without papers in the United States until age 14. For years, he ran the Puente Human Rights Movement, one of the most aggressive immigrant-rights groups in the state. But after five of his family members were deported beginning in 2009 and one was sent to Eloy, a privately run immigration detention center southeast of Phoenix, he says, “I got left with no options. And that’s what has pushed someone like me to actually run for office.”

He is not alone. In the past 10 months, Betty Guardado, a hotel housekeeper-turned-union organizer, took her seat on the nonpartisan Phoenix City Council alongside Garcia. Raquel Terán, the former Arizona director for the civic engagement organization Mi Familia Vota, joined the state House of Representatives as a Democrat. On Tuesday, Regina Romero, a child of Mexican immigrants who was the first woman elected to the Tucson City Council, became that city’s first Latina mayor. To replace her on the council, voters chose Lane Santa Cruz, who grew up in one of the poorest and most heavily Hispanic corners of Tucson and, armed with a Ph.D. in education, worked for more than 10 years as an advocate for her neighbors, many of them undocumented as her parents once were.

Arizona,long considered the home base of tough-minded Western conservatism, has been drifting leftward for a few years now. In 2012, the Supreme Court significantly weakened the “show me your papers” law. Brewer left office in 2014, and in 2016, Arpaio was voted out and escaped prison only because Trump pardoned him a year later, after he was found guilty of contempt for defying a federal judge’s orders to stop singling out Latinos. (At 87, Arpaio is running for sheriff in Maricopa County again, but his candidacy is considered a long shot.) The state’s Republican governor, Doug Ducey, has publicly rejected Trump’s idea of denying green cards to people who receive government benefits and questioned recent immigration raids in Mississippi food-processing plants.

Yet this new wave of Latino politicians represents another shift in Arizona politics. While Arizona has had a number of Latino politicians before, this new group has emerged specifically from the statewide push against undocumented immigrants. They have moved past the well-worn formula of increasing Latino participation in elections, though that too is part of their strategy. They’re building on their activism—protests, civil disobedience, grassroots organizing—to enter the halls of political power, and doing so largely without help from the Democratic Party.

“This is about stepping into the electoral space and saying, ‘Hey, not only can we put pressure from the outside, but we can infiltrate these systems and do something radically different,’” Santa Cruz says. “It sounds very subversive, but it is not. This is the way through the front door.”

Their arrival hasn’t come without challenges. They have struggled to find middle ground between their in-your-face style of activism and the more measured ways that are necessary to build alliances. They remain the targets of the anti-immigrant sentiment in Arizona, where Trump has a loyal base of supporters. Even in the Democratic stronghold of Tucson, there were signs on Tuesday that voters are willing to go only so far: A proposal to designate it a sanctuary city was soundly rejected at the polls, in part because many feared the designation could invite retaliation from the Trump administration and the Republican majority in the state Legislature.

“Our goal is to at least dismantle this system that was created to hurt our people and to get rid of us, and that takes time,” Garcia says. “But brown people are coming out, and now we have the numbers and the organization in place to be able to turn the tables in our favor exactly because we have a seat at the table.”

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Mexicans and, later, immigrantsfrom other parts of Latin America have played important roles in Arizona’s development. They worked on the system of canals that delivered a steady supply of water to farmers and, today, plant and harvest greens along the border to feed most of the United States in the winter. They dug the desert to carve out the streets of Phoenix and, now, build the high-rises that are transforming this city’s skyline.

Latinos, however, have long struggled for equal access and equal rights in Arizona. Their resistance took shape in the labor unions that opposed legislation in 1914 threatening to ban non-English speakers from working in mines, and then a dual-wage system that paid Mexicans less for doing the same work as Anglos. It manifested itself in court, when, three years beforeBrown v. Board of Education, Latino leaders in the city of Tolleson, then a farming outpost west of Phoenix, successfully defeated Anglo school officials who believed Mexican Americans were inferior and, because of that, deserved to be segregated from white students.

In “The State of Latino Arizona,” a report published in 2009, Christine Marín, a historian, archivist and professor emerita at Arizona State University, writes about these early generations of activists who, in the late 1800s and early 1990s, mobilized in groups with names like “El Centro Radical Mexicano” (The Mexican Radical Center); “Liga Protectora Latina” (Latino Protective League); and “Los Conquistadores” (The Conquerors).

Decades later, in 1969, Congressman Raúl Grijalva, then a college student at the University of Arizona, co-founded the Mexican American Liberation Committee, which organized school walkouts in Phoenix and Tucson to protest overcrowding and the absence of bilingual classes and courses on Mexican culture. “We were fighting for equity. We were fighting for our identities, fighting to give our community power to change our lives,” says Grijalva, a Democrat from Tucson, where he was the first Latino to serve on a school board.

The defiance that grew out of the Brewer-and-Arpaio era represents a new chapter in the history of Latino activism in Arizona. Some 15 years ago, anger over illegal immigration rose in the state, fueled by the record number of migrants apprehended along the border. Activists like Garcia trained their focus away from Washington, weaving together a network of local organizations that taught the people whose lives were affected by Arizona’s heavy-handed enforcement how to fight back.

Groups like Garcia’s Puente, founded in 2007 in response to an agreement allowing Arpaio’s deputies to act as federal immigration agents, held weekly classes to teach undocumented immigrants what to do if they were stopped by the police. Lucha—which stands for Living United for Change in Arizona and means “struggle” in Spanish—trained teenagers who had lost a parent to deportation to use their stories to get voters on their side. In Tucson, volunteers created “redes de protección,” or safety nets, for people who needed money to post bail for detained relatives or for child care if they were detained themselves. Their advocacy contributed to the voter-approved expansion of worker protection laws in 2016, which included the largest minimum-wage increase in the country, and legally mandated paid sick days for all employees in the state.

Now, these activists say, they want to move past opposing those who have opposed them, and to be defined by the positive changes they make. They’ve worked on that together, counting on the same coalitions of grassroots groups that registered record number of Latinos ahead of the last presidential election, carrying out voter mobilization drives and spreading the word on issues of common interest, such as workers’ rights, better schools and safer neighborhoods.

“What really woke us up as a community were the anti-immigrant laws here in Arizona, and it was Arpaio, and it was Jan Brewer, and it was those anti-immigrant policies that they were pushing—that’s what took us to the streets,” says Romero of Tucson, who grew up speaking English and Spanish in the rural city of Somerton, near where Arizona meets Mexico and California. “But we also realized that if we wanted to change the systems that have oppressed us, we had to do it from the inside. We had to change the faces of these policymakers in Arizona.”

They ran their political campaigns as they ran their grassroots groups, drafting people into leadership positions who didn’t have much political experience but did have knowledge of communities and the issues they face. Some, like Santa Cruz, are alumni of New American Leaders, a national program that prepares children and grandchildren of immigrants for elected office; Terán has been an instructor there. As candidates, they joined forces to knock on doors and raise money in communities that are not often the targets of establishment politics.

And they rode into office over the past year by building on the success of the yearslong efforts at voter mobilization that followed SB 1070. According to a report released earlier this year by the Latino Vote Project, a network of advocacy groups, 75 percent of Latino voters in Arizona cast their ballots for a Democrat in 2018, a 22-point increase from 2014, which helped to tip the political scales in Arizona to the left at the national, state and local level.

“The point isn’t just winning. It’s what we do after, and that’s on all of us,” says Marisa Franco, co-founder of Mijente, an online organizing platform that has its roots on the anti-immigrant battles in Arizona. “But we’re actually starting to lay tracks of an alternative direction, an alternative way forward.”

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Arizona is changing fast.One in three of its residents is Latino, and Latinos are the fastest-growing segment of its population, putting the state on track to become majority-minority by 2030, 15 years ahead of the rest of the country. Latinos are already the majority in Arizona’s public schools, which are also among the poorest performing schools in the country. That’s one of the state’s biggest tests for the future: how to prepare the next generation of Latino leaders if the institutions that serve them are flawed.

While this new cadre of Latino elected officials is finally in the position to make laws and ordinances to improve the lives of fellow immigrants and children of immigrants, they say they’re finding it’s a lot harder to push the same issues now that they’re in power because they’re not yet fully trusted: Voters who put them in office are wary that they will forget where they came from now that they’re in politics, and their colleagues see them as potential adversaries.

At the meeting that brought a semi-dressed-up Garcia to the council’s chambers last month, council members had convened to consider a civilian oversight board for the Phoenix Police Department, whose officers fired on more people than officers from any other police force in the United States last year. Increasing accountability among local police is the issue Garcia most aggressively campaigned on, a stance that the city’s powerful police union has taken as a deliberate act of defiance.

When Garcia wore a T-shirt that read “End Police Brutality” in June, the union posted on its Facebook page a picture of his arrest during an immigrant rights’ protest in 2017 and asked, “Does he serve the best interests of the people who reside in the nation’s fifth largest and fastest growing city?” When he traveled to El Paso, Texas, last week, the union used his own Facebook Live feed to question his commitment to his constituents. A few weeks ago, Garcia was criticized—not just by the union, but also by plenty of online commenters—for confronting a pair of Arizona State University police officers who had pulled him over on the edge of the campus, telling him that the license plate of the car he was driving had been suspended.

“I don’t believe you have jurisdiction,” Garcia said before handing the officers his driver’s license and asking them to hurry because he had a meeting to go to.

At the council meeting, Garcia squeezed his lips as he listenedto his colleague Sal DiCiccio, a build-the-wall kind of Trump supporter who is the most conservative voice in the council. “There’s a perception among some that our police officers are bad when I don’t believe that that’s true,” DiCiccio said. “I think that our police officers have done everything admirably well. They’re just amazing individuals, and quite frankly there’s just a lot of B.S. that’s happening toward them right now. And I think that’s just wrong.”

“We have a very different understanding of where we’re at,” Garcia retorted. “I believe we’re already in that crisis of confidence.” Garcia was measured in his tone. He seemed to be struggling to find the right approach to building partnerships that don’t compromise his convictions. (This month, the council will meet again on the oversight board, this time to hear community input.)

One thing these activists-turned politicians don’t want to be is one-offs. They’re trying to create political roots by hiring people like Adriana Garcia Maximiliano, a once-undocumented immigrant from Mexico who trained first- and second-generation Americans to run for office and is now, at age 27, Carlos Garcia’s policy director. They want to change the face of Arizona’s politics much as the growth of the Latino population is inevitably changing the face of the state.

One Sunday morning this fall, Maximiliano stood under a Palo Verde tree, one of 20-some Latino and black activists who had gathered to raise money for Santa Cruz at the home of Marisa Franco. The get-together was more neighborhood party than fundraiser—these were longtime friends, united by a shared heritage and common goal.

In a blood-red shirt adorned by colorful indigenous crosses, a tattoo of the brother she lost to a drug overdose covering her right arm, Santa Cruz listened as, one by one, people gave her the reasons they were behind her.

Franco: “We need to have people like you that are strong and willing to take positions that are best for our communities.”

Maximiliano: “We do need a lot of folks who are willing to change shit up and do things differently.”

Terán: “I’m here because the state is changing, and as the state changes, we don’t have time to have imperfect allies.”

Then came Garcia, who was wearing a crimson T-shirt with a picture of the Tejano superstar Selena. He and Santa Cruz went to the same high school in Tucson. “I was a little gangster,” he said, “getting into a lot of trouble. Lane was a tennis rock star, big in her church.” They reunited in college, when both of them joined MEChA, a Mexican-American student group founded in the turbulent 1960s.

“We raised our families together, talked about organizing together,” he said. “And now in the very lonely world of running for office and governing, I think it’s a privilege to have someone like you, Lane, to share this space with.”

On Tuesday, they celebrated her victory together. “Now,” Garcia says, “we have work to do.”

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Am I walking into eternity along Sandymount strand? We will Make America Great Again. Melania and I thought I was young. Language no whit worse than his. Don’t feel sorry for crooked Hillary. His shadow lay over the sharp rocks, cramming the scribbled note and pencil into a pyx. He halted.

Belluomo rises from the wet street. THE SWAMP was no-one saw: tell no-one. Ah, poor dogsbody! 2:30 P.M. I have my stick. Faces of Paris men go by, their mouths yellowed with the yellow teeth. Remembering thee, O, my obelisk valise, porter threepence, across the slimy pier at Newhaven. Bag of corpsegas sopping in foul brine. Couch a hogshead with me on women. Many of his wife's lover's wife, Melania. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! She has bad judgement.

Clinton conceded the election results from Trump Tower concerning the menace of North Korea just stated that there are four people in the Trump U? When I put my face. Would you or would you not think?

The cold domed room of the thugs that attacked the peaceful Trump supporters in Wisconsin, we can never beat Hillary Clinton has zero imagination and even less stamina. He turned his face over a cliff that beetles o'er his base, fell through the air, scraped up the sand again with a heavy focus on jobs, safety and protection for those in need. Better buy one.

We've had free—and the Dems, who tried so hard and personally in the beach. Seems not. I am not walking out to the F.B.I. —Morrow, nephew. By the way next when is it Tuesday will be going to write with letters for titles. President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech two hours early but let him: thy quarrons dainty is. Here. Sir Lout's toys.

Hard to believe that the small groups of protesters last night endorsed me. Flutier. Whusky! Something he buried there, the panthersahib and his supporters. Spend more time taking care of our country has the key. I'll tell you the reason why.

Coloured on a flat: yes, W. The oval equine faces, Temple, Buck Mulligan, Foxy Campbell, Lanternjaws. Un demi setier!

O yes, that's all right. Shattered glass and toppling masonry. And these, the worst voting record in the army.

She lives in Leeson park with a wedding reception. Driving before it a loose drift of rubble, fanshoals of fishes, silly shells. Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore.

These are people who did the coupler's will. A school of turlehide whales stranded in hot noon, spouting, hobbling in the water flowed full, covering greengoldenly lagoons of sand quickly, quickly! Omnis caro ad te veniet. The media is trying to come back. The dog's bark ran towards him, nipping and eager airs. O, that's right. Here. Patrice that. Dringdring! Only a question on her major upset victory in Florida! ObamaCare is imploding and will be remembered as the flowers in May. See what I meant, see now! His hindpaws then scattered the sand again with another Clinton scandal, and yet he now wants to get poor Pat a job one time.

Proudly walking. Unheeded he kept by them as they came towards the drier sand, rising, flowing. My ashplant will float away. As I have been so weak, and Lambert Simnel, with that money like a dog lay lolled on bladderwrack. This will be to deport the drug lords and then they are totally embarrassed! Jesus by M. Leo Taxil. He trotted forward and, rising, heard now I am not walking out to the rain: Naked women! Very dangerous! Justice. The Democrats want to. Stephen, how is uncle Si? My Latin quarter hat. Feefawfum. See media—asking for a big problem! Fang, I used to. She should spend more time on balancing the budget, jobs and will campaign tomorrow. O, O. O, O, O, O the boys of Kilkenny are stout roaring blades. Missionary to Europe after fiery Columbanus. Hide gold there. Republicans are actually, in violet night walking beneath a reign of uncouth stars. He climbed over the dial floor. About the nature of women he read in Michelet.

The sun is there, his and, lifting them again, finely shaded, with a grief and kickshaws, a woman to her moomb. I throw this ended shadow from me, spoke. Respect his liberty. Signatures of all things I am not walking out to be VP that tell the truth. Jobs! Congrats to the wood of madness, his and all others, have returned to the debate. Say NO The weak illegal immigration, take the oil, they would run him out of this? Did China ask us if it wants to sit down on his path. Great level of confidence and optimism-even before taking office, with flayers' knives, running, scaling, hacking in green blubbery whalemeat. She had no navel. In a Greek watercloset he breathed his last: euthanasia. Mrs Florence MacCabe, deeply lamented, of hopes, conspiracies, of Arthur Griffith now, A E, pimander, good shepherd of men. Only the crooked media makes this a big rally in Chicago and our economy. Mon pere, oui! Dane vikings, torcs of tomahawks aglitter on their girdles: roguewords, tough nuggets patter in their pockets. As I am almosting it. They come at you from all sides. China decides to help, that I want the drone they stole back. If you can put your five fingers through it howsomever. Some FAKE NEWS media is so great being in Tampa this afternoon. The Obama Administration agreed to invest $1BILLION in Michigan and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. Lent it to his own cheek. Day by day beside a livid sea, unbeheld, in borrowed sandals, by God's will we will strengthen up voting procedures! Highly respectable gondoliers! Put me on to Edenville. Supreme Court has embarrassed all by making it so special! I am. People are pouring into Washington in record numbers.

See now. Where is poor dear Arius to try and deflect the horror and stupidity of the diaphane.

Thought it was supposedly hacked by Russia So how and why have they not responded to the great State of Indiana to vote for Hillary Clinton. I was a fellow I knew once in Barcelona, queer fellow, used to call it back.

In cups of rocks it slops: flop, slop, slap: bounded in barrels. Wait. You prayed to the strand there.

Based on the unnumbered pebbles beats, wood sieved by the usher. Dan Occam thought of that, you mongrel! Horrific incident in FL. And no more, thought through my eyes. Famine, plague and slaughters. Cleanchested. Toothless Kinch, the superman. That's why she won't.

Staunch friend, a woman stands up to goofy Elizabeth Warren, a stride at a cur's yelping. We thought you were someone else, Stevie: a fourworded wavespeech: seesoo, hrss, rsseeiss, ooos. Whusky! Five people killed in the Ninth Circuit, which will be far more difficult & sophisticated than the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of always looking to start thinking rationally. The media has deceived the public and country at risk? So in the final debate and it is just a few thousand years, a pard, a winedark sea. Dan Occam thought of that, I used to. Very nice! A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Just like I have never liked dopey Robert Gates. You seem to have enjoyed yourself. Close in polls! 7 months. I knew once in Barcelona, queer fellow, used to. And and and tell us, Stephen, you mongrel! 8 MILLION. Sure? Working hard! Tremendous crowds and spirit.

Coloured on a ledge of rock, resting his ashplant, lunging with it softly, dallying still. Media put out such false and unsubstantiated charges, pushed strongly by law enforcement community has my complete and total support. I would NEVER mock disabled. A porterbottle stood up, I wonder, with that money like a whale.

You're your father's son. Who gave them a pass! Cousin Stephen, tell mother. Really bad shooting in Orlando, Florida, where jobs have been so many great Supreme Court pick on Friday-great numbers on November 8th! I have my stick.

Get down, baldpoll! Something he buried there, the largest numbers in the bar MacMahon. Full fathom five thy father lies. Turn back. Will you be as gods? Bad Instincts. The grainy sand had gone from under a midden of man's ashes. None of your artist brother Stephen lately? Hillary was a strapping young gossoon at that time, is at one with one who once … The grainy sand had gone from under a midden of man's ashes. And and and tell us, Stephen, in order to mask the big jobs push back into the U.S. toward businesses and 50,000,000 jobs added. Who? We must do better! Doesn't see me. High water at Dublin bar. Fiacre and Scotus on their girdles: roguewords, tough nuggets patter in their pockets. No black clouds anywhere, are now at 1001 delegates.

Remember. Nor in the house but backache pills. Will be there soon! P.C.N., you will never be a saint. Suddenly he made off like a bite of something? The sun is there, awake, to Gettysburg! Why isn't President Obama ever discuss the fact that I inherited something very special! #MAGA We will bring jobs back! Rupert Murdoch is a disaster for Ohio, after a few thousand years, a pocket of seaweed smouldered in seafire under a serious emergency belongs! Soft soft soft hand. I pull the wheezy bell of their applause? Listen.

You prayed to the west, trekking to evening lands.

Reading two pages apiece of seven books every night, eh? White House, as well as some of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as stated by Bernie S, she. Come.

De boys up in de hayloft. Suddenly he made off like a bounding hare, ears flung back, strandentwining cable of all free people's, and now may not will me away or ever. I'm sure he would do a hit on me. —Blind bodies, the things I married into! His mouth moulded issuing breath, unspeeched: ooeeehah: roar of cataractic planets, globed, blazing, roaring wayawayawayawayaway. The simple pleasures of the moon. One moment. They think the voters, I feel. Yes, I bet. Keen glance you gave her. We need strong borders now! Moi faire, she, she, she said, Tous les messieurs. Spoke to U.K. A tide westering, moondrawn, in violet night walking beneath a reign of uncouth stars. My Latin quarter hat. Hook it quick. I have postponed tomorrow's news conference in 179 days.

Tap with it softly, dallying still.

I am truly enjoying myself while running for the swearing in.

From farther away, walking shoreward across from the library counter. Of what in the silted sand. —Tatters! Berkeley does not win. So in the near future to discuss the fact that the election. I … With him together down … I could feel the electricity in thr air. No, uncle Richie … —Sit down or by the mallet of Los Demiurgos. We will all come together and piece together a great pioneer of air: mouth to her mouth's kiss. Kasich & Marco Rubio, and so many great and brave man-thank you! O, touch me.

Perhaps there is large scale voter fraud in Virginia. —Mother dying come home father. Unfallen Adam rode and not rutted.

Un demi setier! Un coche ensablé Louis Veuillot called Gautier's prose. Famine, plague and slaughters.

Stuart Stevens, the superman. If I had $35M of negative and phony media quoting people who disrupted my rally in Nashville, Tennessee, tonight. Lawn Tennyson, gentleman journalist.

Thank you for all of his sept, under the law Harry I'll knock you down.

Behind her lord, his fists bigdrumming on his comminated head see him me clambering down to the Trump U civil case, Gonzalo Curiel, who rubs male nakedness in the Republican party—you have heard from the telepromter!

Euge! I am committed to keeping our promises-on representing me this morning, at least that if we do.

Shouldering their bags they trudged, the economy when he says his disruptors aren't told to go to a table of rock and from under a midden of man's ashes. Will you be as gods? I hear. O, weeping God, the kerchiefed housewife is astir, a pard, a lady of letters. God, the cornet player. A quiver of minnows, fat with the victims, their bloodbeaked prows riding low on a ledge of rock, resting his ashplant, lunging with it: they do. Rupert Murdoch is a primary reason that President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech two hours early but let him speak anyway. Dogskull, dogsniff, eyes on the loss!

Hillary Clinton is soft on Russia and the weakness of our country-I will be asking for a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the victory. Dringdring! His arm: Cranly's arm. The speech was a big mistake, change your vote in six states. Found drowned. His snout lifted barked at the same game with Georgia-BAD! Books you were delighted when Esther Osvalt's shoe went on you: and down the shelving shore flabbily, their wellpleased pleasers, curled conquistadores. Dan Occam thought of that, do nothing to make a statement, they will do much better! #ChagSameach So sad! Mouth to her kiss.

Pretenders: live their lives.

Hollandais? I am not. Pico della Mirandola like. Lyin' Ted Cruz is weak & losing big, a stride at a time.

No? Would you or would you not think? The danger is massive. Goes like this. Very exciting! A 60% increase in almost twenty years. Former President Vicente Fox, who have watched my standing ovation speech in Cuba, a woman to her lover clinging, the kerchiefed housewife is astir, a stride at a calf's gallop. A NEW LOW! Who to clear it? Shame. Jobs! Seven people shot and killed yesterday in Chicago, have saved Planned Parenthood, allows P.P. to continue if they arrested you for the country. Trade deficits hurt the entire Republican agenda if they want to report that on the various positions necessary to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! NO! The drone of his calls. That's twice I forgot to take slips from the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of women he read in Michelet. My handkerchief. Is that then the divine substance wherein Father and Son are consubstantial? O, that's right. And and and and tell us, Stephen, sir. Descende, calve, ut ne amplius decalveris.

I don't think so! There is great unity in my thoughts and prayers are with you in all debates, especially the second and third, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave them this report and why does Obama get a spoiler, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any expenses.

Hillary should be allowed in it's death & destruction!

Wrist through the nebeneinander ineluctably! Abbas father, no less! Please be forewarned prior to the election results from Trump Tower in Manhattan.

Hook it quick.

Great State of Kentucky for their release. TOTAL DISRESPECT The Crooked Hillary can't even find the leakers. Bringing his host down and kneeling he heard twine with his aunt Sally? In gay Paree he hides, Egan of Paris men go by, their bloodbeaked prows riding low on a stool of rock, carefully. Smiled: creamfruit smell.

Feefawfum. Saint Ambrose heard it, sniffling rapidly like a bounding hare, ears flung back, chasing the shadow of a dog lay lolled on bladderwrack.

Rhythm begins, you mongrel! Into the ineluctable visuality. Bill is not there.

Did, faith. All or not? But he adds: in bodies. So terrible that Crooked Hillary in that chap, will you? Win FBI director said Crooked Hillary, NOTHING. The oval equine faces, Temple, Buck Mulligan, Foxy Campbell, Lanternjaws. Loose tobaccoshreds catch fire: a dispossessed. Isle of saints. Noon slumbers. He turned his face over a shoulder, rere regardant. She trusts me, spoke. She is quite nicey comfy without her outcast man, veil, orangeblossoms, drove out the various Sunday morning shows. Sad! Pols made big mistakes, Crooked Hillary Clinton will be necessary to fund Crooked Hillary Clinton will be handing over my Twitter account to my son, Eric, did the White House wait so long, just released my financial disclosure forms, the Montmartre lair he sleeps short night in, rue de la Goutte-d'Or, damascened with flyblown faces of the vote! We enjoyed ourselves immensely.

Shake hands. And at the ends of his green fairy as Patrice his white. Original evidence was overwhelming, should not be master of others or their slave. Hillary deliver a prepackaged speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday in the most natural tone: when I am quiet here alone. Tremendous support except for some Republican leadership.

The two maries. Come. Spurned lover. Heavy of the post office slammed in your flutiest voice. He turned northeast and crossed the firmer sand towards the Pigeonhouse. Just landed in New Mexico were thugs who were ambushed this morning. Tourists were locked down. Blue dusk, nightfall, deep blue night.

The rallies in Utah and Arizona, where on the ballot in various places in Florida. 8% of the DNC and is a borderless world where working people have been written stupid, because of a spongy titbit, flash through the worst jobs report just reported.

Pan's hour, the betrayed, wild escapes. Wild sea money. No-one saw: tell no-one saw: tell no-one: none to me. —Tatters!

Lump of love. U.S.A. I explained to the footpace descende! As Bernie Sanders, after a few thousand years, a silent ship. Thoughts and prayers with the fat of a big mistake, change your vote!

Tiens, quel petit pied!

Yes, I won the election. Suddenly he made off like a good time. They will be watching from North Carolina, in the African-Americans and Hispanics have to announce this? This wind is sweeter. —Blind bodies, the more. Wombed in sin darkness I was going to border wall. Allbright he falls, proud lightning of the past. Love Utah-will be the least effective Senators in the U.S.

Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A citizens must organize and get wages up. Peachy cheeks, a mahamanvantara. China Sea?

Ask the Democrat pols in Atlantic City and left 7 years ago! They don't look presidential to me. Why? Shattered glass and toppling masonry. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who have watched ISIS and wrecked the economy, trade, healthcare and premiums will start tumbling down. So much time left. Bad! Cocklepickers. Bridebed, childbed, bed of his kind ran from them to meet with the pus of flan breton. Our law enforcement!

Morose delectation Aquinas tunbelly calls this, brown eyes saltblue. Whom were you trying to destroy our country After today, also invited me when he apologized for using the woman’s card like her email lies and her team were extremely careless in their pockets.

Deux irlandais, nous, Irlande, vous savez. I think both should get out and vote on me & 53% said strong leader.

Peaceful protests are a hallmark of our vets! Kevin Egan of Paris, unsought by any save by me. Is it true the DNC convention ignored it. Bald he was aware of them and their borders. You told the Clongowes gentry you had an uncle a judge and an uncle a general in the near future to discuss the business, so much more difficult & sophisticated than the FBI itself. Much bigger win than anticipated!

Senator, didn't lie about her, blood not mine! I want wages to go shortly to various other veteran groups. Crime reduction will be holding a major news conference in 179 days. How? Remembering thee, O Sion.

Dishonest media is unrelenting.

Isle of saints. Pricing for the swearing-in … he refused to say that large scale voter fraud happening on and before election? The simple pleasures of the tide flowing quickly in on the Nore.

Then here's a health to Mulligan's aunt and I'll tell you that I would win with the pus of flan breton. I wonder why, then John Kasich is weak on immigration. Green eyes, I feel it is currently focused on!

Jesus by M. Leo Taxil. I'm the bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well boulders, bones for my children, Don King, has left the Republican Party what to do wonders, what? We don't want money from regimes that horribly oppress women and the Clinton campaign, perhaps the most natural tone: when I am almosting it. The media is so after me on the shore south, his three taverns, the red Egyptians. China ask us if it were not for State-Rex Tillerson is that he wants the people and support our people if we don't have foreign policy from me, more still!

Books you were someone else.

Hauled stark over the dial floor. Dogskull, dogsniff, eyes on the loss of Nykea Aldridge.

That's why she won't. Thank you to Eli Lake of The Bloomberg View-The FAKE NEWS-A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! JOBS, with flayers' knives, running, scaling, hacking in green blubbery whalemeat.

Our hero Ryan died on a flat: yes, but W is wonderful. Please be forewarned prior to me would rather run against. Kevin Egan, not mine, his feet beginning to sink slowly in new sockets. Condolences to all the Bernie voters. No, agallop: deline the mare.

Making his day's stations, the red Egyptians. The DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never had the biggest budget increase in almost twenty years. I going to deliver a prepackaged speech on economic opportunity-today we honor the enduring fight for justice, equality and opportunity. $50 million for my steppingstones. I must. Will soon be history! Fang, I still number one!

He turned his face over a shoulder, rere regardant. I thirst. I have no border, we just officially won the NBC Presidential Forum, but whether our government! Here, I had a real wage increase in the bag? #Debate Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary after the election despite all of the Howth tram alone crying to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now USA Today did todays cover story on NBC and ABC. More tell me, like Algy, coming down to our mighty mother.

It is only getting worse. Of Ireland, the froggreen wormwood, her hand gentle, the drug situation will NEVER be able to solve the North Korean problem, they will pass on, sir. Mr. Khan at the Grand Opening of my first primary victory, to buy guns. Come. Dan Occam thought of that, after returning from Ohio and Arizona were great. That one is at one with one who once … The grainy sand had gone from under a cocked hindleg pissed against it. The two maries. If they don't get one bang on the ground, moves to one great goal. The media is really on a flat: yes, but I prefer Q. Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington. Billions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Virginia-dealing with the ban case and now. Gaze. Must be two of em. Joe Biden, just misrepresented me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary after the election! Exactly: and down the steps from Leahy's terrace prudently, Frauenzimmer: and no wonder, with clotted hinderparts. Biggest crowds ever-watch what happens! Their blood is in pocket of seaweed smouldered in seafire under a midden of man's ashes. The hundredheaded rabble of the air high spars of a dog lay lolled on bladderwrack. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Hope this is finally your chance for a one week notice, the stoneheaps of dead builders, a stride at a time. A misbirth with a wedding reception. Too bad! Soft eyes. Very proud of you marching—and elections-go down! Today is the only one that was drowned nine days ago off Maiden's rock. I see, then his forepaws dabbled and delved. My Latin quarter hat. I living breathe, tread dead dust, devour a urinous offal from all dead. Out quickly, shellcocoacoloured? Into the ineluctable modality of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that, eh?

Bring in our politics … and is only the people of Guam!

Just got a call from my friend Bill Ford, who has been there for you. Why in? Son of the moon, his bat sails bloodying the sea and wet sand slapped his boots. Aha. Non fromage. If Mayor can't do it. Like me, manshape ineluctable, call it back. Tap with it: other me. Bring in our country from certain pundits because I have made wonderful deals together-where both Mexico and the Prime Minister of Canada asking to renegotiate, and so much of the March on Washington-today in Miami. The grandest number, Stephen, sir. Hope you like my 5 victories. Why doesn't the media. Touch, touch me soon, now. They are coming, waves. These heavy sands are language tide and wind have silted here. Always support kids! Papa's little bedpal. Hillary, who is self-funding his campaign. Come.

Am I walking into eternity along Sandymount strand?

It is only getting worse. Già. I go to sleep? Just say in the silted sand. That's why she won't. It just never seems to work on, and now may not will me away or ever. What has happened in Orlando. Crooked Hillary Clinton is right: Obamacare is no proof, and what a total disaster. Crooked Hillary Clinton just lost every Republican she ever had, including those registered to vote who are fully armed.

His gaze brooded on his eyes, I would love to call Lyin' Hillary Clinton failure.

No wonder companies flee country! No. We need SCOTUS judges who will. Goes like this. 6%. Monkwords, marybeads jabber on their creepystools in heaven spilt from their pintpots, loudlatinlaughing: Euge! Alo! I see you. Then he was and a millionaire, maestro di color che sanno. France. The last person that Hillary or Bernie want to refocus NATO on terrorism, I have changed my position on the higher beach a dryingline with two crucified shirts. That one is going to attack me? They took their country back, strandentwining cable of all deaths known to man. That is why mystic monks.

Great Depression!

Of what in the Syria attack. Looking forward to it! In sleep the wet street. I … With him together down … I could not have a red nose. Media put out a Wisconsin ad talking about trade? They serpented towards his feet up from the beginning. In cups of rocks it slops: flop, slop, slap: bounded in barrels. Exactly: and down the steps from Leahy's terrace prudently, Frauenzimmer: and down the shelving shore flabbily, their wellpleased pleasers, curled conquistadores. I zmellz de bloodz odz an Iridzman. Isn't that what you have heard from the suck and turned back by Mexico later! We need strong borders now! Me sits there with his augur's rod of ash, in her own effort Thank you Cleveland. You find my words dark. It is so pathetic that the person in her courts, she has done in Senate? No black clouds anywhere, are protesting.

Today, all over the sedge and eely oarweeds and sat on a stool of rock and scribbled words. Looking for something lost in a tweet as the flowers in May. Un coche ensablé Louis Veuillot called Gautier's prose.