allthecanadianpolitics:

NDP use tactictal trick to force debate on murdered, missing aboriginal women


The NDP has used a tactical ploy to force a debate in the House of Commons about the need for an inquiry into murdered and missing aboriginal women.


The Opposition caught Conservatives by surprise, waiting until they had filed out of the House after the daily question period.


The NDP then rushed their own members back in and out-voted the remaining Tories to approve the debate.


Romeo Saganash, an NDP member from northern Quebec region, has told the House that aboriginal women are much more likely to be victims of violence than non-native women.


Saganash says an inquiry is needed to get to root causes.


Conservative Susan Truppe defended the government’s record on murdered and missing aboriginal women.



AMAZING.


NDP getting shit done.

allthecanadianpolitics:

NDP use tactictal trick to force debate on murdered, missing aboriginal women

The NDP has used a tactical ploy to force a debate in the House of Commons about the need for an inquiry into murdered and missing aboriginal women.

The Opposition caught Conservatives by surprise, waiting until they had filed out of the House after the daily question period.

The NDP then rushed their own members back in and out-voted the remaining Tories to approve the debate.

Romeo Saganash, an NDP member from northern Quebec region, has told the House that aboriginal women are much more likely to be victims of violence than non-native women.

Saganash says an inquiry is needed to get to root causes.

Conservative Susan Truppe defended the government’s record on murdered and missing aboriginal women.

AMAZING.

NDP getting shit done.

(via graysonflynn)


X-Men: The Animated Series - Graduation Day


bluenightfury:

Does anyone else notice that Toothless’s is mouthing “Hiccup?” in the third to last gif?

(via dark-impluse)


nakisara:

young law’s “oh shit” face

nakisara:

young law’s “oh shit” face


palalife:

stewardish:

jabletown:

kageillusionz:

stewardish:

alecstasy:

this is so cool oh my god

I need Erik the storm, Charles the skyscraper. With optional cloud piercing and sudden lightning discharges.

In fandom I trust.

You’ve got to stop doing this, Charles creaked, though it was the last thing he wanted.  It isn’t fair to the people.
I don’t care about the people. I need you. Erik whirled, a glorious inundation of moisture, northerly winds, and electricity. You’re so conductive. 
Erik was eying Charles’ copper ornamentation on his upper storeys.
But you could hurt them.
You’re underestimating them. They always rebound. Like pestilence. They’ll be fine.
Charles apparently took too long in trying to form a rebuttal, because Erik’s fog rolled in, smothering the low rise buildings instantly. Charles could the surge of atomized mist and crackling current while Erik’s millions and millions of pounds of pressure moved in to surround Charles’ spires.

had to continue this…
Charles tried to hold steady in Erik’s winds. Please remain calm, he wanted to reassure the thousands of people he harbored, I can flex several feet with no harm whatsoever, but loud shrieks in the restaurant on the 95th floor told him it was too late.
Charles. Erik was fully upon him. I’m going to—
The first lightning strike lit every window simultaneously, then thunderous sound waves roared through the elevator shafts down into Charles’s five-level underground parking structure. The temperature outside dropped twenty degrees in a matter of seconds. Thousands of hailstones the size of human fists struck Charles’s copper-clad spires.
At least the hailstones will be down to the size of peas by the time they reach the sidewalk, Charles reassured himself. Erik, are you quite done? But Charles knew the answer was No. Erik carried enough energy to satisfy the continental United States’ electrical needs for a week.
The hail turned to torrential rain, blurring the view through Charles’s windows. Charles. Are you all right? Erik sounded relaxed — as well he should, after discharging lightning bolts averaging 270,000 mph. His winds lessened dramatically.
I’m fine, thanks for asking. Charles failed to sound sarcastic, perhaps from gratitude. In the lighter winds, he could hold steady, ending the swaying so distressing to his human occupants. But as the rain continued to fall, Charles was alarmed. A reduction in Erik’s windspeed meant…
Erik. You can’t stay. You’ll cause catastrophic flooding.
I suppose I could move on, Erik said after a pause. If I hurry, I can catch the fishing boats still not back to the docks.
Charles sighed down to the bottom of his steel frame, which was anchored in enough cement to build four Hoover dams. If you’re going to stick around, Erik… Well. You haven’t struck my southwestern spire yet.
Charles had barely got the words out when Erik’s lightning struck with precision, heating the air around the spire to 50,000 degrees. For a moment, Charles was blissfully unaware of everything else — the malfunctioning escalator in the lobby, the parapet gutters overflowing with rain, and the people hiding under tables in the restaurant.
Better? Erik sounded smug.
No need to be so dramatic, darling.
Erik laughed. The resulting downdraft moved at a hundred miles per hour, but barely rattled Charles’s windows, each of which could absorb the force of a two-ton impact without shattering.
Please, Erik. Continue. I can take it. It was Charles’s turn to sound smug. Do your worst.
I always do, Charles.
But Erik softened his rain, wrapping Charles in a warm mist, Charles’s highest spire piercing Erik’s clouds in time to catch the lowering sun’s light. Until it set, they were alone together in the midst of the city.

OMG the fandom what have you done!! I never know I ship storm/skyscraper Cherik

The Cherik fandom everybody.

palalife:

stewardish:

jabletown:

kageillusionz:

stewardish:

alecstasy:

this is so cool oh my god

I need Erik the storm, Charles the skyscraper. With optional cloud piercing and sudden lightning discharges.

In fandom I trust.

You’ve got to stop doing this, Charles creaked, though it was the last thing he wanted.  It isn’t fair to the people.

I don’t care about the people. I need you. Erik whirled, a glorious inundation of moisture, northerly winds, and electricity. You’re so conductive. 

Erik was eying Charles’ copper ornamentation on his upper storeys.

But you could hurt them.

You’re underestimating them. They always rebound. Like pestilence. They’ll be fine.

Charles apparently took too long in trying to form a rebuttal, because Erik’s fog rolled in, smothering the low rise buildings instantly. Charles could the surge of atomized mist and crackling current while Erik’s millions and millions of pounds of pressure moved in to surround Charles’ spires.

had to continue this…

Charles tried to hold steady in Erik’s winds. Please remain calm, he wanted to reassure the thousands of people he harbored, I can flex several feet with no harm whatsoever, but loud shrieks in the restaurant on the 95th floor told him it was too late.

Charles. Erik was fully upon him. I’m going to—

The first lightning strike lit every window simultaneously, then thunderous sound waves roared through the elevator shafts down into Charles’s five-level underground parking structure. The temperature outside dropped twenty degrees in a matter of seconds. Thousands of hailstones the size of human fists struck Charles’s copper-clad spires.

At least the hailstones will be down to the size of peas by the time they reach the sidewalk, Charles reassured himself. Erik, are you quite done? But Charles knew the answer was No. Erik carried enough energy to satisfy the continental United States’ electrical needs for a week.

The hail turned to torrential rain, blurring the view through Charles’s windows. Charles. Are you all right? Erik sounded relaxed — as well he should, after discharging lightning bolts averaging 270,000 mph. His winds lessened dramatically.

I’m fine, thanks for asking. Charles failed to sound sarcastic, perhaps from gratitude. In the lighter winds, he could hold steady, ending the swaying so distressing to his human occupants. But as the rain continued to fall, Charles was alarmed. A reduction in Erik’s windspeed meant…

Erik. You can’t stay. You’ll cause catastrophic flooding.

I suppose I could move on, Erik said after a pause. If I hurry, I can catch the fishing boats still not back to the docks.

Charles sighed down to the bottom of his steel frame, which was anchored in enough cement to build four Hoover dams. If you’re going to stick around, Erik… Well. You haven’t struck my southwestern spire yet.

Charles had barely got the words out when Erik’s lightning struck with precision, heating the air around the spire to 50,000 degrees. For a moment, Charles was blissfully unaware of everything else — the malfunctioning escalator in the lobby, the parapet gutters overflowing with rain, and the people hiding under tables in the restaurant.

Better? Erik sounded smug.

No need to be so dramatic, darling.

Erik laughed. The resulting downdraft moved at a hundred miles per hour, but barely rattled Charles’s windows, each of which could absorb the force of a two-ton impact without shattering.

Please, Erik. Continue. I can take it. It was Charles’s turn to sound smug. Do your worst.

I always do, Charles.

But Erik softened his rain, wrapping Charles in a warm mist, Charles’s highest spire piercing Erik’s clouds in time to catch the lowering sun’s light. Until it set, they were alone together in the midst of the city.

OMG the fandom what have you done!! I never know I ship storm/skyscraper Cherik

The Cherik fandom everybody.


cdm-keith:

"I SHIP IT", sung by Notliterally, an Icona Pop Parody.

I did the video! I took lots of AMV on Youtube and put them together to fit the songs. There are more than 50 ships here! And most of them are my own OTP ^^

I don’t own anything.

A song for all of us shippers.


Q
PLEASE NEVER STOP DRAWING KAWOSHIN ;________;
Anonymous
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chusska-art:

I have had the kawoshin virus since January and I couldnt get rid of it ever since.

The doctor said the virus mutated and somehow became part of my DNA. It might be incurable, only time will tell. Please pray for me U_U

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palalife:

cat!Erik will not miss any opportunity! 
Haven’t draw cat!Cherik for a while, dog!Erik too. 

palalife:

cat!Erik will not miss any opportunity! 

Haven’t draw cat!Cherik for a while, dog!Erik too. 



graysonflynn:

theunemployedsuperstar:

africanaquarian:

nedahoyin:

walkerflexxasranger:

whereismyjob:

foreverpruned:

darkmoonperfume:

pumpkinpiesky:

90sdefect:

b-a-freakandgeek:

sense-lessmindset:

The White Serpent of The Night

The Black Dwarf of The Night. Lmfao.

The Savage Spirit of the night

The Red Princess of the East

The ugly fairy of the shadows

The Cursed Warrior of the Seas!
Bitch I’m me!!

The Red Cyclops of the Shadows

the ugly serpent of the night

The Dark Knight of the Night..?

The vengeful sorceress of the forest.
Pretty accurate.

The Black Thief of the Seas

The Green Queen of the Seas

The White Thief of the East

graysonflynn:

theunemployedsuperstar:

africanaquarian:

nedahoyin:

walkerflexxasranger:

whereismyjob:

foreverpruned:

darkmoonperfume:

pumpkinpiesky:

90sdefect:

b-a-freakandgeek:

sense-lessmindset:

The White Serpent of The Night

The Black Dwarf of The Night.
Lmfao.

The Savage Spirit of the night

The Red Princess of the East

The ugly fairy of the shadows

The Cursed Warrior of the Seas!

Bitch I’m me!!

The Red Cyclops of the Shadows

the ugly serpent of the night

The Dark Knight of the Night..?

The vengeful sorceress of the forest.

Pretty accurate.

The Black Thief of the Seas

The Green Queen of the Seas

The White Thief of the East