Event in Budapest, Hungary by Rózsaszín Háromszög on Sunday, March 30 2025 with 316 people interested and 56 people going.
Utcára! Egymásért!
Gyere ki velünk az utcára, tűzd ki a rózsaszín háromszöget!
Békés demonstráció a melegjogokért. Az esemény politikai pártoktól és szervezetektől független, civil kezdeményezés. Pártlogókat ne hozzatok!
Gyülekező: Március 30. 14:00-15:00
Útvonal: Nehru-parttól a Duna-parton a Lánchídig, a budai oldalon, a Sikló utcán keresztül a Várba.
Március tizennyolcadikán az Országgyűlés megszavazott egy törvénymódosítást, amely a gyülekezési szabadságot korlátozza, a rendőri megfigyelés új eszközeit legitimálja. Ellehetetlenít egy felvonulást, a Pride-ot, megfosztva ezzel saját állampolgárait attól, hogy a jogaikat gyakorolják, őket mint csoportot veszélyforrásként nevezi meg, és közben – nemtelen módon – a gyermekvédelemre hivatkozik.
A haláltáborokban rózsaszín háromszöggel jelölték a meleg férfiakat, a szimbólum később általános mozgalmi jelképpé vált. Az első brit melegjogi megmozdulás (Outrage! 1970), a Homosexuelle Aktion Westberlin (1973) zászlóin is ott virít, megjelenik az első magyar keresztény-meleg szervezet, a Bíborpalást névadó jelképében (1992) és az első budapesti melegfelvonuláson (Háttér Társaság. 1997). Mi most vasárnap, 15:00-kor visszük az utcára. A Nehru-parton, Dzsavaharlál Nehru emlékkövénél gyülekezünk, aztán megindulunk a parton, át a Lánchídon, egészen a Várig. A Várban zászlót bontunk.
A szexuális irányultság, nemi identitás nem meggyőződés dolga, de nem is pusztán magánügy. Mindaddig, amíg nagyjából zavartalanul tűrjük, hogy válogassanak közülünk, hogy kevesekkel elbánjanak, csakis az erős emberekbe vetett (teljesen hiábavaló) hit marad nekünk. Ki kell mennünk az utcákra, fel kell szólalnunk azokért, akiket szimbólumokká, ellenséggé, eszközökké tettek.
Note: It’s been a while since I last posted (Never mind that last post in some months ago) and since it’s the end of the semester, I think a reprieve from all those jargons is something I deserve. So with that, I wrote this to celebrate my freedom from school!
Let me tell you guys that this one is a one-shot, albeit really long. I apologize for that but I really don't want to cut this into parts. While it has been fun to write Once Upon A Time imagines, as well as Peter Pan imagines, I am going to take an indefinite hiatus on that fandom. This is because there has been so much going on on that series that I found it too difficult to catch on (It would take the whole of my summer should I want to catch up with that show.) To my followers who are waiting for more imagines, I sincerely apologize. I made you guys wait for nothing. However, if you are here just for the sake of reading my stories, then you guys are in luck!
Also, I’ve been seeing many stories with time as their titles, so I thought, why not jump in and contribute my two cents worth, ey?
So since I couldn’t post this last Christmas night, I decided to post it now where, I believe, some of you are still celebrating Christmas! (Or if you do celebrate it.) Don’t expect much, the ending has been rushed and well, this doesn’t make any sense, so read at your own risk!
PS: Yes, somehow, it is also based from a somewhat poem of mine. I only realized it just now.
Prompt: 2:00 AM/ Two insomniacs going for an adventure of their own./ “Let’s do something crazy,”
“You know staying in the park during this hour could be a dangerous thing,” The words were sprouting before you could even comprehend what you were saying. “There could be uh… burglars or thieves that may mug you and leave you to death or something.” You continued, prompting the person who was sitting on the park bench to turn to look at you.
You stifled a groan. Of course, the stranger you are talking to is a guy; a freaking guy with a well-defined body structure.
‘That means he works out, genius.’ You thought as you shifted your footing as he continued to stare at you, no doubt with amusement playing on his features. “Oh… you’re a guy. Well, I think you can handle yourself so I’m just going to uh, go… yep-“ you said, turning around to the other way so as you won’t be able to pass him by as you walk.
“Don’t you think it applies to you too as well?” he called out to you before you could even take a step.
You paused, scoffing to yourself. “My dad taught me self-defence. I’m pretty sure I can handle myself.” Your subconscious is telling you to leave already as you have already embarrassed yourself already, not to mention, you have a strict schedule that you would like to see it done but you couldn’t help yourself.
You hated being painted as a small girl who is incapable of protecting herself.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,” Is it just you or is the voice sounded louder and… nearer?
You turned around only to smack on to a hard chest, making you groan out loud.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry I didn’t know you’d turn around suddenly!” You are vaguely aware that his hand was cradling your head while the other was rubbing your forehead, hoping he could alleviate the pain.
‘Golden opportunity.’ You smirked to yourself, manueuvring quickly, twisting his forearm behind his back as he yelped in surprise and pain.
“She strikes, she scores!” you couldn’t help it but be smug about it as you peeked through the curtain of his brown curls to see his reaction. “Told you I could defend myself.” You added for good measure before gently releasing him.
Chuckling, he studied you with an amused look on his face. “Alright, duly noted.” He said. “I’m sorry for that, I didn’t mean for it to sound…judgmental.”
You nodded, absentmindedly as you took a step back, grabbing the opportunity to study his features.
He is cute. For a freakishly tall dude, you could see that he is blessed with good looks and his voice… judging with the way he spoke, you could see that has the potential- wait, hang on.
“Are you that Stitches guy?”
You could tell you confused him with your sudden statement with his furrowed eyebrow as any indication. You were about to clarify what you had just said when you heard his laughter.
And not just any laughter, mind you. It was that ‘I-can’t-breathe-because-I’m-laughing-way-too-hard’ kind of laughter.
Scowling, you were about to scold him when you noticed that tiny little detail that should’ve never escaped your scrutiny, making you freeze on the spot.
“I’m sorry,” he chuckled, wiping his tear of laughter as he looked down on you, allowing a full access view on his pair of eyes.
Sobering up, he let a small amused smile escape his lips. “Stitches guy?” he echoed, snapping you out of your erratic thoughts. “I'm confused. Are you referring to surgeons or…?”
Rolling your eyes, you playfully shoved him away. “Shut up, I think you know what I'm talking about.” You could feel your ears heating up a bit, an indication you are indeed embarrassed.
Just how may times would you make a fool of yourself in front of this guy?
“No, I don't.”
You heaved out a sigh. “Yes you do. Look, are you going to introduce yourself or am I going to keep calling you Stitches guy?”
He is curious, curious whether you really don't know him or just pretending you don't. His gaze isn't piercing, yet it is enough for pretenders to avert their eyes.
You stood your ground.
“Shawn,”
You relaxed as you held out your hand for him. “Y/N.” you said as he took your hand for a shake and held it on far tighter.
When you met his alarmed look, you let out a small smile, probably the first of the night. “Let’s do something crazy,”
“I don't know about you, but the sign clearly says ‘Close',” Shawn pointed out as you excitedly whipped your phone out as you started taking photos of the huge building in front of you, playing with the angles and taking advantage of the dim lights of the city.
“Gee, I've been wondering what that sign meant. Thanks for your unwanted pessimistic opinion, Shawn.” You said sarcastically, rolling your eyes at his remark.
While you were letting out, that inner fan girl of yours, he simply stood there, arms crossed across his chest, watching you with amusement- not fully comprehending your excitement seeing as you couldn't even come inside to take a look at the exhibition.
“Do you want to take a selfie with me?” you asked suddenly, putting a halt on his racing thoughts.
“Well, well. And here I thought, little Miss Y/N don't know this Stitches guy.” He playfully remarked as he sauntered his way towards you, taking your phone as he angled it for a better view. “If you’re gonna ask for an autograph, I might charge you for it.”
“Just take the damn photo, Shawn.” You growled, emphasizing his name as he chuckled and obliged to your request.
Satisfied with the photos, you took your phone back and turned to give him your full attention. “Ready for our next destination?”
Shawn tilted his head. “Are you always like this? A whirlwind?” he asked as you nodded with a serious look on your face. “You know, you could be a murderer and no one would know.” he told you as he caught your pace and started walking away from the building of British Museum.
“Then how come you let me drag you all the way here?” You asked. “You could've left the moment I started taking pictures of the museum.” You stared at him, silently giving him the out to this whole ordeal even if you didn't want to.
There's something more than what means the eye to this situation you found yourself in and you are determined to finish this through. Although, even if that's the case, you wouldn't want this guy to do something he was forced to do hence, why you are offering him an out.
For what felt like an eternity- you weren't the type to wait-, he smiled down at you, eyes crinkling in delight. "And miss the opportunity to be caught up in this whirlwind? Never."
With a satisfied smile, you gestured for him to follow you as you took off for your next destination.
"Here it is, pop star!" You're so close to squealing in delight as you ignored the pants coming from your companion, staring at the building before you in awe. "The national gallery!"
"How..." He paused as he stared at you in disbelief while you smiled at him, your heart beating wildly because of that run is currently being ignored in favor of the beauty in front of you. "How...are you even... not tired right now?" He managed to say after he caught his breathing.
You raised an eyebrow at him, amused to see that this guy- the one who had proudly claimed that he works out once a day- had been panting just after running for few minutes. You supposed it's because it's night and he is supposed to rest at this time; you, on the other hand, may not be as gym enthusiast as him, but you've done this almost every other night. You're used to this kind of adventure. "Alright, here." You finally said as you forced his knees apart, pushed him in a squatting position and guided his elbows to his thighs. "Breathe, Mendes."
"Why do-"
"Just keep on breathing, right there, while I take photos of this magnificent building right here." You stated as he stared at you with confused look. “And while you're at it, you could tell me more about yourself.”
His eyebrows furrowed. “Yeah, like what?”
You shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe like, how come you had gotten tired just after some blocks worth of running when it is obvious that you work out.” You teased. “No, really it would be nice if you tell me about yourself.”
“There’s google and wikipedia for that, Y/N.” He got up as he took his phone from you and started taking selfies of both of you with the magnificent background behind you.
You laughed. “Arrogant much?” you nudged his side. “It would be nice if you tell me about yourself.” You repeated, emphasizing what you meant.
He looked down on you as you met his gaze, forgetting about the camera for a moment.
“Myself?”
You nodded. “Weird but meaningful stuff kinda like… how I love winter even though I am perpetually cold, or like I've always thought Draco could use more background story than just of a bully, or I've always wanted to see the world but to see it in my perspective. That kind of stuff.”
His jaw went slack. “You’re a Draco fan?” his lips slightly formed a sneer. “Let me guess, you're a Slytherin, aren't you?”
“Oh gosh, don't tell me you're a Gryffindor?” you threw the question back, adding a sneer of your own, taking your phone back from his slackened hand. “And here I thought, you're an awesome person to spend time with-even with potential wimpiness here- I seriously should question my life choice then.”
“Hey!”
“You started it!” you giggled as you watched the boy before you slowly peeled his defenses away. You could tell that his wariness of you had started to wane just by allowing him to see glimpses of yourself. And you may not admit it out loud, but you could also feel a little bit of your wariness wash down as he began to peel himself out of his defenses.
“No, but seriously. I… actually am more comfortable with tea than with coffee, I love singing in front of my fans even if it's overwhelming at times, I honestly think that Gryffindor is the coolest house among the four, and I miss my family a lot.”
You couldn't help but smile as you held out your hand for him. “You forgot: ‘and I am a wimp even if I go to the gym every day.’”
“Shut up.”
“Are you sure you haven't heard of my music before?” he asked as you walked slowly, matching each other's pace, basking the peacefulness the night is giving to the two of you.
“Hmm? My kind of music is more of All Time Low, Green Day, and Fall Out Boy.” You answered him, kicking pebbles along the way. “Though your song comes up to the radio once or twice so I might have listened to it, why?”
He shook his head. “Nothing, it's just that… this reminds me of the music video I've had for one of my songs.”
You looked up, stopping in the middle of the deserted Trafalgar Square. “Is that so?” you called out to him, making him stop in his tracks as well, turning back to you. “Do you think..."
He made his way back to you. "Do I think...?" He prompted, raising his eyebrows at you whilst showing an impish grin- an indication that he may have an inkling as to what you're supposed to ask. You shook your head, deciding against it since it would inflate his ego and decided to continue on with your walk. "Aw, come on Y/N! What were you about to say?" He protested.
"Nothing," you playfully called back to him. "We still have time to-"
"She pulls me in enough to keep me guessing..." You froze on your tracks, eyes widening at his soft voice in contrast of the noise of the screeching cars, and rushing trains from below, the sound of typical night life in a big city like this.
"And maybe, I should stop and start confessing... confessing, yeah." You looked back only to meet his intense gaze, making you smirk as he stopped singing when he saw the expression painted on your face.
"What?"
"Nothing," you immediately answered to which he looked at you with disbelief, prompting you to explain yourself. "No wonder girls swoon over you." You said, dismissively.
"Including you?" He asked with a playful glint in his eyes, catching up onto you as you looked down your watch. 1:45 am. Just in time for one more stop, then. You thought as you scoffed light-heartedly.
"It would take more than serenading for me to fall for you, popstar." You told him as you offered your hand for him. "Ready for one more landmark?" You asked as his head turned to you in such speed that you thought he would get a whiplash.
"One...more?"
You rolled your eyes as you easily molded your hands onto his, noticing the warmth it brings even though it is cold out on a chilly London evening. "I know I'm imposing on your alone time, and I might be stealing away your beloved sleep but I really need to see this last destination, okay?" You explained as your legs already moving to your destination as you wanted to get there on time. "And this adventure wouldn't be possible without the stranger I had dragged along with so... popstar, will you see this last landmark with me?"
It was his turn to scoff playfully. "Like you'd have to ask,"
You stifled a smile as you dragged him, breaking into a run throughout the illuminated city.
"Houses of Parliament?" Shawn asked you as your run died into stroll. "You wanted to see the houses of parliament?" He echoed.
"You sound as if you're not amazed with this, Mendes." You countered to which he rolled his eyes at. "And besides, I'm here just to see Big Ben up close."
"You know, you could have gone with the viewing deck, right?"
"You're ruining the moment,"
"What moment?"
You paused, giving him a glare. "The momentous occasion where my childhood dream comes true." You told him as if he should know about that tiny detail. "Honestly, popstar, were you even listening to me earlier?" You asked to which he gave you a sheepish grin in return. "I don't know why I chose you to come with me." You playfully sighed, turning your attention to the humongous clock as he went by your side and joined you.
"Y/N..." He called out. "I should've asked you this earlier... right even before we started with this whole thing but I kept on forgetting, and now that you brought it up- Why did you go out tonight? Weren't you afraid that there might be thugs out during the night...?" He settled. "Shouldn't you be back on your hotel and carried on with the sightseeing at a normal hour?"
"I’m an insomniac, I couldn’t sleep and so I settle this by going out all night- or at least go home when I get tired.” you answered. “Lately, I’ve been wide awake so I told my mom that maybe I needed to get out of the country and explore other cities. Hence, why I decided to go sightseeing.”
He looked at you, surprised at your answer. Out of all the answers he was imagining, this was not what he had expected. "What?"
"Unbelievable, right?” you told him as you resumed walking. “I think you have more questions, so fire it up!”
"Just this one more, why did you drag me with you? You could've ignored me and went on with your adventure." he asked, gently tugging on your wrist so as to stop you from walking.
You looked up, silently studying his features which have been illuminated by the city lights. Slowly, you could feel your senses ignoring your surroundings as you reached out, silently asking him permission to continue.
When you didn’t receive any protests, you began tracing the dark linings marking him. "It's your eyes," you answered, reveling in the silence from the stunned boy in front of you. "That's why I dragged you with me."
"Huh?"
You slowly caressed the lines. "You couldn't sleep, that's why you were at the park earlier, isn't it?"
Wordlessly, he nodded at you as you smiled bitterly.
"I... you’re right. I could’ve just ignored you but... well, you’ve got this look on your face and I couldn’t ignored that.”
“I-uh…" his eyes searched yours, as you retrieved your hands and shoved them in your pockets.
"It's the fans." He sighed, running his hand through his hair. "Sometimes.... I feel like what I do isn't enough to keep them satisfied. There's always something missing from me, or I dunno..."
You couldn't help but to scoff, catching him in surprise. "Well, people are never going to be satisfied, popstar." You told him, averting your gaze from him back to the view of the city lights. "You could give them the world, and they would still be looking for more. I guess, it just intensified because you are a public figure but you know what? Even if there are people out there who gives you hate, you just remember that there are far more important things to worry about and I mean about those people that mattered to you. Those people that kept on believing in you ever since day one."
"Have I told you how dramatic you are?" He asked, making you turn to him only to see him smiling down at you. "I mean, we've only spent what? Two hours together but I can already tell how dramatic you are."
You rolled your eyes. "You just ruined my greatest speech I've given to a stranger,"
He laughed. "Sorry,"
You shook your head with a smile as you looked at the iconic large clock in front of you before turning back to him. "Come on, I think you should go back to your hotel before your manager sends for a search party."
"And you?"
You smiled. "I'll be on my way as well. That way, you won't say that I am stalking you or something." You could tell that he wanted to protest but you shook your head. “I’ll be fine, Shawn. Don’t worry. And hey, maybe we’ll see each other again.”
“Alright then,” he settled as you nodded at him in acknowledgement as you began walking backwards. “Promise me, next time we see each other, we’d sightsee on a normal hour.”
