#wabs

[writinginslowmotion]

"Shit's about to get messy," Finn says grimly, his thin lips pressed in a hard, tight line. He casts a sharp look over his shoulder at the new kid --Jeremiah? Jerry? that had joined their group. To be perfectly honest, Finn hadn't bothered to try to remember the kid's name. It wouldn't matter in the long run.

If Finn was being honest with himself, he doubted that the kid would stay through the night. He'd probably wait until he was under cover of darkness and slip out of the community unnoticed. Not that anyone in the group would intervene. Nobody had time to babysit and if the kid didn't want to be there, then lots of luck and goodbye.

"Think you can handle this, kid?"

[ohnoitsthebat]

tell me three fun facts about With A Bloody Smile?

Thanks so much, Katie!

Time is controlled by the Vampires. It might say 6 am on the clocks, but it could be pitch dark outside. This is all part of the Vamps' iron-clad grip on the world. Of course, they don't dare venture outside when it's light (for obvious reasons) but they can and do bend time to their will.

Most hunters, like Finn, travel in packs and live on the outskirts of town, usually in abandoned houses or warehouses. There are tons of empty houses in the town, but the vampires use those for their evil deeds.

Selkies exist, but nobody has ever seen them and they are mostly regarded as urban legend.

[allthecanadianpolitics]

Wab Kinew’s New Democratic Party is projected to have enough seats in the Manitoba Legislature to form a majority government, taking the helm after two consecutive terms of a majority Tory regime. The CTV News Decision Desk is declaring the NDP have been elected in the Manitoba Legislature. The win comes after weeks of opinion polling in the run-up to election day that put the New Democrats as the favourite to win, especially in the seat-rich Winnipeg. The win also makes Kinew Manitoba’s first First Nations premier and second Indigenous premier, after John Norquay. The Metis politician served as the province’s fifth premier until 1887. The party campaigned on a platform of rehabilitating health care, helping Manitobans cope with the affordability crisis, and a five-point plan to address crime.

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[bettercallwillow]

AFTER DARK: sneak peek

pairing: obi-wan x reader

contents: oral (m!recieving), dirty talk, praise

note: just a little peek of a story i've had brewing for a long long long while (too long) it should be out in the next week or so :))

As if muscle memory, you nodded and stuck out your tongue, eager to feel the weight of his dick. “Good girl, always know what to do,” He opened his sleep robe, revealing his massive length to your hungry eyes. Wasting no time, he shoved himself into your open mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.

He didn’t pull out though, instead snaking his hand into your hair and pulling you further down his cock, making your eyes fill up with tears. You looked up at him and just the look on his face alone could make you cum right there. “There we go, sweetheart, I know you can take it, be a good girl,”

He fucking knew you melted when he spoke to you like that. He knew you would instantly submit to him, let him do anything he wanted to you.

Starting off slow, Obi started to move his hips, tears falling down your face as the tip stretched your throat- burning in the most delicious way. “You look so pretty with a mouth stuffed full of my cock, little one,” he groaned, his other hand slapping your cheek lightly, “How did I get so lucky to have such an obedient little cockslut like you, hm?”

As much as you were enjoying having his huge length invade your throat, you so wished he would be done with it now because you were seriously starting to throb with how much you needed him. He must have sensed this too, because after another few thrusts, he pulled out; enjoying it as you coughed and spluttered, gasping for air as spit drooled from your mouth.

[things-methinks]

NEW HOZIER MUSIC LET'S FUCKING GOOOOO

[love4hobi]

j-hope through the eras:

We Are Bulletproof Pt.2 stages

[alulablog]

Alula has been hiding from the mini-fifh in the ruins for hours now…

Suddenly, there’s a bright flash of light outside.

Alula peeks outside. The mini-fifh appear to be gone, but the rifh is still there…

*the two peek outside.*

still there! i wonder if any more fish is gonna come out… at least they’re not here now…?

@prophet-of-the-barrens

[imjustapoorwayfaringgeek]

Farewell

Satine gave him a gentle kiss and a flower, they both smiled to each other like nothing was wrong, then when they got to be alone they both cried.

Sorry I'm feeding y'all Obitine. Excuse my broken English, I can't think properly rn it's 5.39 am

[writinginslowmotion]

WABS excerpt!

Haven't written anything for With A Bloody Smile in ages, but I hope you enjoy this short little excerpt. Cooper is a new character, still in the early, early stages of development, but I plan to introduce him properly once I've ironed out his story!

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Cooper always hated killing. Would always cringe when he had to put a bullet in a monster or plunge a knife into their body. Would always close his eyes when he did it, as if the outcome would be different when he opened them.

Finn, however, had no such hesitation. Killing came naturally to him, as fucked up as that probably sounded to an outsider. But then again, outsiders were lucky. They hadn’t been raised to hunt, to defend, to survive all their lives. Finn had been born into this; he’d had no choice in the matter. He couldn’t afford to hesitate, or cringe, like Cooper did. Sometimes, Finn wondered how they were even friends. They couldn’t be more different from one another. While Finn was hard, emotionless, and methodical, Cooper was passionate, sympathetic, and terrified of hunting.

They made quite the team, Finn thought, wryly.

[20th-century-railroading]

WAB train, engine number 603, engine type 4-4-2 Passenger train; 7 cars. Photographed: near St. Louis., Mo., November 5, 1927.

[allthecanadianpolitics]

A First Nations premier would head a province for the first time in Canadian history if the New Democrats win the Oct. 3 Manitoba election, and the significance is not lost on party leader Wab Kinew. "My dad was not allowed to vote when he was a young man, and I have a shot at potentially leading the province," he said in an interview with The Canadian Press last month. "That's a big change that speaks to progress in our country and in our province within one generation."

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[ca-dmv-bot]

Customer: INITIALS DMV: WAB=WETBACK, THESE ARENT CUSTOMER INITIALS Verdict: DENIED

[piizunn]

not your founding father (mouthpiece)

My thoughts on Louis Riel being named first premier of Manitoba.

Taanshi kiyawow, Riel dishinikashoon. I descend maternally from seven Métis families from the historic Red River Settlement in Manitoba and Batoche, Saskatchewan. Notably, my Berthelett ancestors worked for the North West Company and were community leaders in the Métis settlement of Pointe a Grouette before it was systemically overtaken by French settlers who claim we formed no roots in the area (St. Onge). My Caron ancestors from Batoche fought in the North West Resistance alongside Louis Riel and Gabriel Dumont. My fifth-great-uncle Jean Caron Sr. fought alongside his sons at the age of 52; his house still stands in Batoche to this day, where thousands of M��tis make pilgrimages every year to remember the events of 1885. 

What do you know about Louis Riel?

I can only read his words and imagine what guidance he would have provided had he lived longer than 41 years. Or imagine myself in his place as he walked to the gallows on November 16th, 1885. As a child when I visited Manitoba my grandpa and my kokum would take me to visit his grave, just as they did with my mother, who named me ‘Riel’.

We are inextricably linked through time and across our homelands. What’s in a name? Unasked for? Not yet earned? I do not yet know who I am to my people but I carry an important name and the trickster’s spirit, and with these comes the responsibility of understanding and revealing cultural and societal truths (Stimson).

I am still growing into my name

Today I am a mouthpiece

An interpreter of the past

What do you know about the trial of Louis Riel?

July 31st, 1885, Riel gives his final speech. Historical weather data shows that it was a hot day in Regina. Cooler than the days before but still hot with the swelter of the plains. He spoke long, in English, not the language of his birth.

“The day of my birth I was helpless and my mother took care of me although she was not able to do it alone; there was someone to help her to take care of me and I lived. Today, although a man, I am as helpless before this court, in the Dominion of Canada and in this world, as I was helpless on the knees of my mother the day of my birth. The Northwest is also my mother; it is my mother country and although my mother country is sick and confirmed in a certain way, there are some from Lower Canada who came to help her to take care of me during her sickness and I am sure that my mother country will not kill me more than my mother did forty years ago when I came into the world, because a mother is always a mother, and even if I have my faults, if she can see I am true, she will be full of love for me.”

“When I came into the Northwest in July, the 1st of July 1884, I found the Indians suffering. I found the half-breeds eating the rotten pork of the Hudson Bay Company and getting sick and weak every day. Although a half-breed, and having no pretension to help the whites, I also paid attention to them. [...] We have made petitions, I have made petitions with others to the Canadian government asking to relieve the condition of this country.”

“We have taken time; we have tried to unite all classes, even may speak, all parties.”

“During my life I have aimed at practical results. I have writings, and after my death I hope that my spirit will bring practical results.”

“When we sent petitions to the Government, they used to answer us by sending police [...] There are papers which the Crown has in its hands, and which show that demoralisation exists among the police, if you will allow me to say it in the court, as I have said it in writing.”

“If I am blessed without measure I can see something into the future, we all see into the future more or less.”

“The only things I would like to call your attention to before you retire to deliberate are: 

1st That the House of Commons, Senate and Ministers of the Dominion, and who make laws for this land and govern it, are no representation whatever of the people of the North-West.

2nd That the North-West Council generated by the Federal Government has the great defect of its parent.

3rd The number of members elected for the Council by the people make it only a sham representative legislature and no representative government at all.”

“I have never had any pay. It has always been my hope to have a fair living one day. It will be for you to pronounce - if you say I was right, you can conscientiously acquit me, as I hope through the help of God you will. You will console those who have been fifteen years around me only partaking in my sufferings. What you will do in justice to me, in justice to my family, in justice to my friends, in justice to the North-West, will be rendered a hundred times to you in this world, and to use a sacred expression, life everlasting in the other.”

What do you know about Louis Riel?

I have done this walk in my mind so many times that I have lost count. Historical accounts of the day note that it was a chill, clear, autumn morning. The prairies stretched out, silver frost bathed in sunlight. He faced it all and was brave until the end. Despite reports of it being destroyed, former premier of Manitoba Duff Roblin and his family, and the RCMP gloat over the supposed fragments of the rope that hanged the traitor, and I wonder how long the rope would be if you lined up every single scrap of twine rumoured to be the noose that killed Riel?

Does it make you feel less guilty to call him a founding father? Canadians are only able to remember him through his murder and not through his words that can still animate his presence. Written words and objects once owned are ghosts, extensions of our bodies and spirits. When I read his letters and journals I see the urgency in his penmanship, and I think about the sweat and invisible oils of his skin becoming a part of each page as he wrote and wrote and wrote. I wonder where each journal travelled with him during his exile, and why he chose each book. There is one with an illustration of a guardian angel watching over two children, and I wonder if he thought of himself as one of them being shepherded through life by his ancestors. 

Canadians argue about whether or not Riel should have been hanged instead of talking about what he had believed and said and accomplished, and what he wanted to do with the rest of his life had it not been cut short. 

No one talks about his dreams or his fears, and he did not live long enough to answer the question of if he would have wanted to be revered as the first premier of Manitoba. Or, in response would he ask for clean water for all, to stop the sweeps, and starlight tours? Would he ask for the Winnipeg police to search the landfills for our murdered women instead of brutalizing and killing us? Would he call for an end to all colonialism and genocide? Or would he simply ask for a place to smudge and be in peace for a while?

When we send petitions to the government they still answer us by sending the police, before turning around and calling Louis Riel a founding father (Riel).

Canada cannot answer these questions for him by giving him that title posthumously, only sit with the discomfort of blood-soaked hands, and wonder how different things would have been had that sacred fire not been snuffed out in 1885.

I cannot answer these questions for him either

And I am still growing into our name.

Works Cited

Riel, Louis. Excerpts from his final statement in court on trial, July 31st, 1885

Stimson, Adrian, “Buffalo Boy: Then and Now.” Fuse Magazine, vol. 32, no. 2, 2009, pp. 18-25. 

St-Onge, Nicole J.M. “The Dissolution of a Métis Community: Pointe à Grouette, 1860–1885.” Studies in Political Economy 18.1 (1985): 149–172. Web. 

[aryburn-trains]

Another Christmas Cab Unit by Will Rasmussen Via Flickr: Trainboy made a quick run down to Springfield in order to nail the NS Santa Train running out of Decatur with me. His truck came in handy to navigate the 5+ inches of snow that fell during the overnight and morning hours. Another nice series of runbys were performed by the fine equipment of the Monticello Railway Museum with Wabash F7A 1189 leading the way at Righter (Harristown, IL).

12-14-2013

[alulablog]

A rift has appeared within the glen. It glows brightly. Something must be trying to enter.

oh ......... that doesn't look so good .

should iii... get help?