Two members of Staffordshire Hunt Saboteurs were found guilty of aggravated trespass last week. In an absolutely rigged trial the judge heard that the two sabs had acted violent towards the hunters and had trespassed to stop a licit activity.
It did not matter that the shooting of pheasants off-season was NOT a licit activity, and the police conviniently lost the bodycam footage of the incident, ensuring they could corroborate that the hunt sabs had never raised the issue themselves.
The case was in fact so incredibly rigged that not only it did not qualify as aggravated tresspass due to lack of licit activity, it also didn’t qualify because hunters carried on shooting over the hunt sabs’ heads, obviously showing that their presence had not stopped them from any (licit or not) activity.
Regardless of all the evidence, the judge found the two sabs guilty and sentenced them to two years conditional discharge, two years restraining order and £3,500 fine and costs.
Needless to say that the justice system does not serve justice, it just serves those who make profits. We cannot help with the restraining orders or the conditional discharges, but we can help with the outrageous fine.
Please, donate to the link below and share far and wide, tell your friends and support your comrades! Direct action is a key tactic to fight against the abuse of wildlife, and when one of us is attacked for it, we should all hit back!
https://www.gofundme.com/f/cover-court-costs-for-sabs
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There are multiple references to "the General" building the Little Palace as a safe haven for Grisha. As in this General, General Kirigan, not a previous persona of Aleksander's from a long time ago.
So the Little Palace must be fairly recent? Within Kirigan's believable lifetime. So it hasn't really been that long since Grisha were living in hiding, or in tiny hidden villages, or whatever. Outside of his time in the army - throughout various lives - this is probably the most people he's ever had living and working and learning around him at one time.
And. If the Little Palace is where all the new baby Grisha are brought to grow up and study, and it's also where he lives and works most of the time, he's going to cross paths with the children a lot.
I love the idea that sometimes he's just. Accosted, by small Grisha. In the hallways or the gardens. Because the Little Palace is safe, and they're too young to remember how it was before, how dangerous it would've been for them. And the Black General is feared and respected and hated in equal measure at court and across the borders, but these children, growing up under his protection, have no fear of him at all, even as a near-stranger. To them anyone in a kefta is part of their family.
And like. This is bizarre beyond belief for him - for all the adult Grisha who grew up before he made a deal with the King - at first. Baghra beat it into him young that he should never trust anyone, not even other Grisha, for desperate men will do terrible things to survive. Always a litany of rules to keep him safe, to stay one step ahead of the otkazatsya. Don't tell them your name. Don't summon where they might see you. Don't wander too far or the Druskelle will snatch you. Don't let anyone touch you, or they'll kill you for your bones. Love no one, boy, it makes you weak.
And now, suddenly, that is over. These children will never know that fear, will never understand what it is to be hunted for existing, with nowhere safe to turn. They will always have a bolt hole to return to, in the Little Palace. And he finds that he doesn't really know how to deal with that - with how much more trusting it makes them.
A procession of small children passes him in the corridor as he's talking to Ivan, and a little girl at the end of the line stops to tug at the sleeve of his jacket. When he looks down, she holds up a tiny flame cupped in her hand like she wants to give it to him to hold. Her front teeth are missing. I can make it by myself now, she announces through a thick lisp. Every instinct he has is screaming at him to close his hand over hers, quash that flame and hiss at her the same reproach he'd always get when he used his abilities somewhere he could be seen, where he could've put them both at risk. He has to remind himself that that was a different world, and a fear this girl will never truly understand. He blinks, and his throat feels dry and scratchy when he manages to choke out, Well...well done. Keep, uh. Practicing. As the child darts away after her classmates, he meets Ivan's eyes, as wary and mistrustful as his own, and can tell he's thinking the same thing.
He loses count, over the decades, of the number of children who shyly sidle up to him to ask him questions. He's used to being the subject of curiosity, at court. He's used to being feared, too. Hated. But these young Grisha, their curiosity is untainted, friendly even. You're General Kirigan, aren't you? Is it true you can summon shadows? What's your horse's name? How many battles have you won? My pa's First Army, an' he says he would'a never come back from Ryevost if you didn't come help 'em, so...thank you. Do you really get to go to the Grand Palace and see the king?
Alina finds a drawing hidden among a stack of papers in the top drawer of Kirigan's desk - a smiling boy surrounded by a sea of happy people in blue and red and purple, and a single figure in black. The words My Famlee have been painstakingly scrawled in a top corner in a very young child's shaky hand. The parchment is yellowed with age and battered around the edges, the colours have faded - this picture is old, certainly old enough that the child who made it must be a child no longer. She's never thought of Aleksander as someone sentimental enough to keep a child's picture; she's far too young to have any idea how it twisted up his insides, a bittersweet kind of grief, to see young Grisha feeling safe and happy and valued as he never had. The precious result of a lifetime of struggle and sacrifice. A reminder of what he'd achieved for his people, made for him by a boy with no idea of the trauma he'd been spared.
Fedyor tells Alina a story over drinks one evening, about the time a misplaced toddler from the creche wandered into the war room, and Kirigan conducted half of a morning briefing while valiantly trying to ignore their attempts to climb onto his lap, before giving in and spending the other half stiff-backed and tense with the little wretch on his knee, happily colouring in a map of Ravka so messily it had made the muscle in Kirigan's jaw twitch. Does him good to get pushed out of his comfort zone once in a while, he tells her. Reminds him he's human.
A kid falls over in the courtyard and starts to cry, and Alina goes over to pick them up and dust them off and give them a hug, because she's done her share of helping out with the younger kids back at the orphanage. She's no stranger to a scuffed knee. Aleksander follows behind her to hover at her shoulder, like he doesn't know what he ought to do, while the child sniffles into their sleeve and Alina tidies their hair. She feels him move behind her, and the child suddenly bleats out a laugh, high and delighted. He's crouched down like she is, his hand outstretched, and a little horse figure made of shadows is gambolling in the air inches above his palm. The child is transfixed, scraped knee forgotten. He glances over at her, eyebrow raised, and she gets the strangest feeling he's looking for her approval, confirmation that he reacted correctly.
You make me a better man, he told her once, as though she was the only person ever to have that effect on him.
She isn't. She sees it, even if he doesn't. The Grisha he's protecting make him a better man, too.
Just. Local scary shadow-summoner army general completely bewildered by friendly kids, more at 11
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Hey love how are you? Do you have any darklina fanfic recs where they're both equally obsessed/in love with each other, I read a lot of the ship's fanfic and it's always Aleksander who's more in love who seems more invested even if most of them are in Alina's pov and it's very confusing to me tbh,I read fics for a lot of different ships but this is the only fandom where this is to be a ln almost constant thing even in modern aus which?? I like my ships and my fanfic to be ride or die where there's a balance, I'm reading about Alina and Aleksander I'm not self inserting myself and imagining it's me in her place ( not that there's anything wrong with that it's just not how I consume fiction) especially when canon is so unsatisfactory where the writing on the show/books are very lacking and I want to read about these people falling madly in love with each other in endless different universes.
I got this ask a while back and never got around to answering it, plus since I have been writing darklina fic I have not been reading it as much lately.
so I'm tossing this out there for anybody to answer: if anybody wants to make a list please do! I'd love to know about any fics like this as well honestly.
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