First They Came

First they came for the Communists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Communist

Then they came for the Socialists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Socialist

Then they came for the trade unionists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a trade unionist

Then they came for the Jews
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Jew

Then they came for me
And there was no one left
To speak out for me

–Pastor Martin Niemoller, 

peony-peachh:

lambrini-socialism:

themorbidmedic:

evangeline-elena:

aubscares:

fun fact:

The last supper would have been more like this, according to tradition:

so casual i love it

a sleepover with jc and the boys

Paul: Judas truth or dare??

Judas: dare

Paul: okay lmao I dare u to kiss JC

Jesus: ok your turn peter truth or dare

Peter: truth

Jesus: would you ever betray me peter

mariana-oconnor:

kyraneko:

marisatomay:

author: sorry I’m jumping on this bandwagon and writing a fic with the same premise as all these other fics

me, has read 500 fics like this one and is prepared to read 500 more: please never apologize for giving the people (me) what they (also me) want

WELL I WOULD READ FIVE HUNDRED FICS

AND I WOULD READ FIVE HUNDRED MORE

JUST TO READ ONE THOUSAND FICS WITH THE SAME

PREMISE AS THE ONES BEFORE

DADA DADA (DADA DADA)

DADA DADA (DADA DADA)

DADADUNdedeledeDUNdedeledeDUN

When I’m reading, well, you know I’m gonna be

I’m gonna be the one who’s reading your AU.

And when I’m finished, well, you know I’m gonna find

I’m gonna find another fic like that one too.

If you write soulmates, well, you know I’m gonna read

I’m gonna read that soulmate fic, that’s what I’ll do.

Then I’ll go back, I’ll go back to AO3

And I will search for soulmate fic the whole night through.

cassianandorjyn:

a nugget of a treat for @sniperpilot-prompts:  3: My cute neighbor goes all out with the Halloween decorations. It’s going to look great if he doesn’t kill himself first.


Bodhi is on his roof.

Cassian is not surprised. 

Bodhi is not wearing a harness.

Cassian pinches his nose. Safety hazard! his mind screams. Not that people around here don’t regularly sit on the rooftops, especially while drunk.

Still. Nobody’s holding the ladder resting precariously on the edge of Bodhi’s front steps, either. It’s all a disaster waiting to happen right outside his window.

Naturally, Cassian’s response is to shut his laptop, shrug on a jacket over his worn green hoodie, slip on his boots, and head outside. 

The chill nips at him immediately. October’s end is showing it’s ugly fangs, and Cassian shoves his hands into the depths of his pockets. The jacket is sort of overkill for the season, but Cassian has always preferred being too warm over being slightly cold. The socks Jyn attempted to knit him are a proof of that – for all their wretched appearance he wears them regularly every day after the first 0-degree night.

“Do you need any help?” 

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