Revolution - Blog Posts

A spark ignites, a quiet flame,

It whispers first, then calls a name.

Through shadows deep, through silence thick,

It stirs the soul, it makes hearts quick.

The winds of change begin to blow,

A truth once buried starts to grow.

The old ways crack, the walls decay,

As voices rise and feet give way.

The roar of hope, the cry of pain,

A thunderclap, a driving rain.

Revolution calls with steady hand,

To tear apart, to take a stand.

The ground will tremble, hearts will race,

As power shifts, as hearts embrace.

The chains once held will break and fall,

And freedom’s light will pierce it all.

But revolution, fierce and wild,

Is never tame, nor always mild.

It burns the past, but leaves behind,

A future shaped by all mankind.

So when the drums of change are heard,

Let courage rise, let voices stir.

For revolution, bold and true,

Is born from hope and what we choose.

Guys I’m cooked

It’s beginning to feel like wrap it up

I will fly over there and revolution with you hmu

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new aesthetic: dancing in the darkness, thin pajamas on during a cool night, the stars hanging above, listening to songs about a revolution, without a care in the world

simple, simple chaos

I was listening to If It's True from Hadestown earlier, and let me just say

It sounds very relevant to the current times...

RECOUNT 2024: PROOF THAT HE CHEATED (spread this)

for them. for your siblings. for yourself. we have to fight. I believe in you, we're all in this together.

Me: can I go to the bathroom?

Teacher: Why didn’t you go during lunch

the bathroom during lunch:

Some motherfuckers starting full on revolutions and cults in the bathrooms during lunch

A - Z Megatron X Reader

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Mentions of death, alien blood

Megatron/Reader(You) as an onlooker in the crowd at the Pits of Kaon

C is for Champion

Your optics watch as he pushes himself up to his full, glorious height, the body of his most recent opponent lifeless at his pedes. His wounds seep a steady stream of energon, but he doesn’t let it deter him. The frenzied din of the crowd slowly dies down, until everyone is on the edge of their seat, waiting for him to speak.

His voice breaks the silence like the coming of a storm.

“Brothers… sisters… for too long we’ve suffered, neglected in this festering waste of a city, cast aside by those who call themselves our betters. For too long they’ve reaped the benefits of our labor while we rust and perish! But no more...”

Your spark pulses a little harder at the promise in those words… a promise for something better. A change that was long overdue.

The gladiator gazed upon his audience, lifting his servos as he went on, “Soon there will come a time when the High Council will be made to face justice for the crimes they have committed. When that time comes… you will all need to make a choice. Will you stand with us, when we rise to fight for our freedoms?”

The collective voice of the crowd cried out in affirmation.

“Will you stand with us, when we take our plight to their doorstep?”

Again the crowd responded with a rallying cry, growing louder and more sure.

The silver behemoth curled his digits into fists. “Will you stand with us, when we shatter this system of oppression?!”

By this point everyone was on their pedes, and again the arena erupted into cheers. You were no exception, your gaze never wavering from the proud figure that stood at the center of it all. His words never failed to inspire, and as the thundering chant of his name grew and grew to the point where you were sure that it echoed through every crevice and corner of Kaon, you let yourself hope that he was the champion you all needed.

I can genuinely empathize with Megatron during this portion of his life. As someone who is an avid supporter of human rights movements, I imagine I would have been right there in the crowd, chanting along with everyone else.

La Chinoise - 1967

So I think That Nico di Angelo is short, and here's why

The average man in italy in the 1930s was around 5'4-5'7, and then we went though revolution and got taller And Now Italians are about 5'8-5'10

Nico is from the 1930s as we know and he was in the hotel for 70 years so he didn't go though revolution with evey one else so that's why he seems short but it would be considered average.

I think that Nico is 5'5, and It's just an idea, so I'm not 100% sure, and this is just a theory.