#blackblock

[bolanos321]

... RENATO FREITAS é a vez e a voz das periferias...

[streetartusa]

Salvador Puig Antich: Anarchist Martyr Remembered Through Art in Barcelona

In the heart of Barcelona’s Vallcarca neighborhood stands a powerful testament to the spirit of resistance and the fight against oppression. A mural, skillfully crafted by Spanish artist Roc Blackblock, pays homage to Salvador Puig Antich, a revolutionary, anti-capitalist, and anarchist fighter who left an indelible mark on history. Puig Antich’s life and tragic fate are vividly depicted in the…

[hel-phoenyx]

New Year's Eve, part 15 (we're nearing March but shhhhh)

An ongoing story with @corneille-but-not-the-author and @soupedepates

I'm sat at my desk, like every days since forever. Cops don't get sick leav for emotional turmoil now, do they. Would be better if they did. Less sickos in the police.

Not even in the mood to be snarky. Amandine commented on how scarce my witty remarks (well, she called that insults and sarcasm) became, and the new one, Dal, I call him Dal, is looking at me weird. He kinda is the only one I talk to because he's the only one not mentioning this shitty rumor.

Job's getting hard. I have files after files to take care of now that Sigismund's on sick leave, Walpurgis told me that since I was the one patrolling with him the most this days I had to pick up the slack the most efficiently. Ha. Just try to shower me in work, I see you, bastard.

It worked the first few days. Took care of the investigation with the sect, talked with Iekaterina le Patriote, Found some leads, but nothing tangible. Then the work started to die down.

And I had no one to talk through the idle.

I open my Instagram. Hector has a new picture. It's him smiling with a giant hot chocolate (that man always had a sweet tooth), probably sitting on a stool since his head is at the same level as Tyr's. Tyr who is sticking his tongue at the camera with a bored expression, his prosthesis stuck in the middle finger.

He's wearing one of those silly shirts he always had on at some point. This one is saying "Autistic powered fuck machine". Way to give a message.

The caption reads "Since mister @/deepseadragon didnt want to go suit shopping with me I'm taking him out of his man cave to drink and he has no choice. Getting tattoos at my shop after that #diy #ifoneofmycolleaguestrytotouchhimiwillbite #nohiddenmeaningiswear". Hector, my man, you are so not subtle I am surprise he still hasn't realised you crush on him since literal middle school.

Well, this is Tyr we are talking about, are we ?

Something taps on my desk. It's Amandine. She's looking at me with her cold eyes. Again.

"Slacking off ?"

"Shut up."

"Wow. No insults this time. You really are unwell, huh ?"

I snarl.

"Why do you care ?"

Eye roll. What, really ?

"Not everyone is out to get you, Wolffsen."

She leaves with that. Right. Not everyone out to get me. Like I will believe that.

Why am I alone if it's the case ?

My phone rings. Oh, it's Idalia. Saying where I saw her the first time would get me immediate prison, people don't do well with blackblockers. But we kept in touch after that. Got her out of a few situations before Walpurgis thought I got too lenient with her. Saw her ex-wife and kid once, tired woman, scared child. Neither of them liked seeing a cop. Can understand that.

"Hey, my man, haven't seen you in events in a while. U good ?"

Sigh. Don't want to, but I should probably explain myself before I lose my "mole" card to her. She would rat me out to the whole group immediatly and guess who would get beaten up by former comrades, forget about the fact I'm giving them all the intel they need ?

"eeeeeeeh, bad couple of months and too tired to care. Still giving intel when I can dw"

"Yeah, got it. Need to vent ? what about your friend, the blonde giant you told me about ?"

"giving me the cold shoulder. did bullshit."

"Damn, tough. can lend you mine if you want."

That kid in political science that hates cops and right-wing politicians except for the future one he wants to fuck ? Met him on some barricades, didn't like him at all. He has the good ideas and actions but his personnality irates me.

I have a grim laugh. Not a damn chance.

"HA ! no."

"lmao I'm not listening to you. Have my own problems. But yk what, can give you the contact info of my therapist. Zuza says it's good when people are payed to hear your bullshit."

A therapist, huh...

May be a good idea, after all.

ironic I'll be the first Wolffsen to see a therapist. The older brothers would be so pissed. Then again, I am a cop, so even though I bring money on the table, and a good amount with that, they have their syrian pride. Can respect that. Can also respect being a disgrace in their eyes for anything I'll do. Always been singled out anyway.

Alright.

Let's look in searching for a therapist.

Later in the day Hector's second instagram post shows a tattoo design, a dragon curled against a leg, his head resting on the ankle. His professional account shows the same but with effects and without the second slide, a blonde man smiling for the first time since forever.

[moondonky]

Anonymous

Slow down, that was the cry that was the protest, grass roots, that was occupy, that was truth, that was blackblock, anti what was happening, for speech for privacy for currency, a cry for things to be more decentralized, less predatory.. more protection from the cooperate world, consumer saftey, they got attacked by hive mentality, what anonymous tried to warn everyone is that u can't trust technology, u can't trust the internet, it's vulnerable, it can be controlled to easily, nothing secure about it.. just asking for trouble.. that's like the story of Noah, there's always a flood coming, eventually there's gonna be a disease, or a virus, or a drought, or a weapon of war, there's always something coming, trust in yourselves.. weather the flood came or not,, Noah built a peace of mind.. everyone else laughed, and they called him crazy, they isolated him, but what where they doing,, sinning,, while he was busy building.. perhaps why Noah survived..

Lol effin millenial.. why not, just a mix of time.. with alot of distractions floating around to surface, what's wild is I've been thinking about what's happening now for the last 15 years.. I'm not afraid of it.. I did not knee to it, still free uncomfortable and smiling, still me.. still moon walking lol

[macksamuels]

Blackblock - When you remove the masks, you realize all the marxist movements are not about liberty or rights, but tyranny and oppression. Criminal thugs have known for centuries that hiding their identity in a mask or a hood allows them to be violent and coercive. They are evil.

[mongolitofragola]

Regardez "Antifa, Blackblock : la scandaleuse impunité de l'extrême gauche" sur YouTube

[katebishopofearth]

Wave-tossed [a blackbonnet fanfic]

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death Pairing: Blackbonnet Characters: Stede | Ed Rating: G Other tags: nightmare | hurt/comfort | ed has abandonment issues

Wave-tossed

Ed woke in a cold sweat.

With each hammer of his heart the walls of the cabin squeezed in. Darkness pressed down on him like the depths of the ocean and he didn’t know which way was up, couldn’t break the surface, fought against instinct and gripping terror. Rough waves rocked the ship, a first taste of the winter storms that were to come, and the creak of the wood was a familiar echo to the ache of his heart, the only answer he’d ever had in lonely nights.

Fighting to open his mouth and throat and lungs against the watery darkness, he took a gasping breath. It grounded him – just long enough to register the soft, snoring body that lay against his. With a shudder Ed threw himself into Stede’s chest, clutching at him like a drowning man to a raft. Not caring that he would wake the man, only needing him – his touch, his scent, his arms around him –

“Ed?” Came the sleep-blurry voice. “What’s wrong, love?”

Hands on his back, holding him with hesitation. With a gentleness that shattered the last bit of his resolve. He sobbed brokenly into Stede’s shoulder, hot tears wetting the frills on the nightshirt. He didn’t care an ounce for his dignity, not in the suffocating darkness, not in the dead of the night, not between the wooden walls that haunted him with the destructive grief they had witnessed.

“Don’t ever leave me.”

A sharp inhale. “Oh, my darling.” Stede sighed, and Ed lifted his tearstained face to look at him. His features were illuminated by the faintest glow of a crescent moon on tossing waves, and wore a look of deep sadness and remorse and heartbreak, a faint mirror of the pain that ached in Ed’s bones. A warm palm cupped his face, keeping him from burying his face in his chest again. Keeping his eyes on his own. “I swear I won’t leave you ever again."

The words rang true, but they were battered to shreds by the turbulent fears that crashed through Ed’s veins. The phantoms that haunted his dreams seemed more real than the man who held him in his arms. He choked out, “I can’t – if you left me, I can’t – I don’t know how –”

“Hush.” Stede drew Ed even closer, fingers brushing through greying locks, a steady hand on the small of his back. Ed curled up into the safe cocoon of Stede’s body, breathing him in, faint florals and patchouli. The heady scent swam in his head, banishing the inky tendrils back into their shadowy corners. “Not even Mephistopheles and all the demons of hell could drag me away from you.”

Ed needed more of Stede. He splayed his hand against his ribs, feeling under his palm the solid torso that rose and fell in a steady rhythm. Stede took the cue, or maybe he just understood what he needed at the moment, because he said, “Count with me, darling.”

[continue on AO3]

[riotready]

So sick of hearing the bullshit media spin of the bullshit job market ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #blackblock #goodnightwhitepride #blackbloc #anticapitalist #fuckfascism #fucknazis #tyranny #antiracism #acab #antifascist #syndicalism #punchnazis #anarchistcommunism #anarchocommunism #ancom #antiimperialism #makeracistsafraidagain #marxist #capitalismsucks #anarchists #anarchist #antiracist #anarchismo #nogodsnomasters (at Inglewood, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/COoP58rDC9E/?igshid=2nuajvw50ebo

[curiositasmundi]

Ti piace il mio cane? Si chiama BlackBlock!

[moondonky]

Divided to stagnation

A canvas that leaves no other option,, remember occupy how everyone called them losers and to just get a job.. and now everyone kinda feels like them now saying the same shit,, or antifa how everyone wanted to make them out as terrorists for protesting and blackblocking and causing inconvenience, now u can't do that, or annons as dangerous and hiding something for protecting privacy and spreading information, that's illegal now.. left right got there poison pills, patriots are considered radical, and God fearing crazy schizophrenics.. people begging for the authoritarianism that will be used on them..

That is why u have to accept what is happening, u set ur own standard on what ur allowed to do... and that is nothing, u gave them permission to do what there gonna do,, because they made you attack and mock and separate urselves from the truth..

[kevlari]

[sandimgetriebe]

Source: crimethinc.com

[kolossusstrong]

Much more great signs from yesterdays #BlackLivesMatter protest in #Stuttgart Still stoked about the great energy, the diverse participants and the positive vibes i got! Also: As if i need another proof how cute i look when i hold something in masked #blackblock-drag! (hier: Schloßplatz) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBIP7M6DhBR/?igshid=54hae56mjxdk

[ind-lecia]

https://www.zazzle.fr/t_shirt-235582016185945860

[leaders-blog]

[tomub]

Nantes, 03 08 2019