LISTEN TO YOUR PROTEST LEADERS.

Okay, but getting serious for a moment:

I know I’ve given you protest instructions and advice before.

This is absolutely one of those times to listen.

If you’re new, uninitiated, or considering going out for your First, be advised that you need to be careful.

And I’ve said this before:

LISTEN TO YOUR PROTEST LEADERS.

I cannot overemphasize that. The last protest I was at, a man pulled out a gun, an actual gun, and while I don’t think we were ever in any danger, the leader gave everyone an earful about antagonizing and escalation once we’d marched a safe distance down the street. At the end, they told us sternly that they knew how long it would take for someone to actually get to the point of shooting people, and that they could judge that because of their life experience. Odds are that your local protest leaders will have similar experience and awareness, and when it comes to that, it can literally mean the difference between life and death.

So if you do choose to protest or march this week, you. Listen. To. Your. Leaders. You move as a unit. You stay safe. You take care of yourself and then you take care of the person next to you.

Pack water. Pack illumination. Pack light. And study up on basic first aid, too.

Fortune favors the prepared.

amortentia [young!tom riddle x reader] pt.3

premise: En sa beauté gît ma mort et ma vie. [In her beauty rests (both) my death and my life] Tom Marvolo Riddle never fancied anyone - to be fair, he did not think he could. Though, an encounter on his first train to Hogwarts had left a deep impression that he very much could love someone, though if that someone could love him with all of his secrets was a different question, one that he was eager to find out yet was awfully curious of. You always intrigued him. From the very first day the two of you met, to the very last…

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warnings: angst, disturbing themes, fluff, blood

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3. good intentions

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“I’m fine, I’m…fine.” You insist and Katherine momentarily stops gushing over you, prying her warm fingers away from your cool cheeks as she stands barely a few feet away and obviously worried. You squeeze out a smile; one which only purpose is to ease the tension rather than to show actual joy. Your palm skews with blood and a boiling pain shoots through your nose and head, the later leaking with said liquid that ran down your wrist and sneakily slid down your arm and into your dress shirt. A dizzy spell. You blink, clearing your vision of dancing stars.

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