Since coming into the League in 2006, Malkin has collected a Hart, a Calder, a Conn Smythe and two scoring titles. He has 814 points in 691 games, which is second among active players in points per game average (1.18) and 14th all-time – again, higher than that of LaFontaine, Eric Lindros and Dennis Savard who are all on the list. If he’s too new to make the cut, explain how Kane did when Malkin has him beat in every category on average.
“hey so we just got cast as love interests in the upcoming show and im cool with you and all but also this show has a lot of kissing scenes and I sort of maybe have never kissed anyone ever so can you teach me” au
Prompt: hey cutie! Your stories are so lit! Could you maybe write a t Jeff story where the reader is friends with Eliza and hammy and Washington and they go to a dinner and t Jeff is there and he’s instantly smitten with her and he sits next to her and she’s all disgusted bc she knows how he treats hammy but then she’s all charmed by him and maybe there’s dancing and/or a sweet moment?? Have a great day ily!
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“Insufferable, arrogant Francophile…”
Alexander was still ranting about Thomas Jefferson’s antics in today’s cabinet meeting when your carriage pulled up to the tavern in which George Washington had invited you to dinner. Eliza breathed out a sigh of relief along with you at the thought that her husband would have to keep his mouth shut throughout dinner in order to avoid being reprimanded by his commander.
“My love,” Eliza clasped her hand with Alexander’s, coaxing him to stop babbling on. “George has invited us to dinner as his closest friends, and it would not be in your best interest to ruin the evening.”
“My best interest?” Alexander was aghast, his eyes sparking into flames with fury. “If anything, Jefferson would be the one to—“ The glare that his wife shot him was one that he could not rival, and he cowered a bit before leaning forward to kiss her cheek. “Very well, but you’ll see, Y/N. That Virginian is not even worth…”
You hid your amused grin behind your hand when Eliza’s expression grew to be even more frightening and Alexander trailed off on his next insult.
“I will judge for myself if he is truly an unpleasant man,” You shrugged, but the way that Alexander had been describing him had already left a sour taste in your mouth; you were not looking forward to meeting him at all. “Until then, I have no qualm with him.”
Summary: Draco needs happy memories to perform the patronus charm, and his best friend Y/N helps
Word count: 691
*flashback four years*
“Expecto patronum!” bellowed Draco, and once again, there was nothing. No light shone from his wand.
“It just needs more work Draco, we can do this.” you said in a reassuring voice, laying a hand on his shoulder.
“I can’t do this Y/N.” he sighed, dropping his wand.
“There’s no such word as can’t Draco, you just-”
“No, as in I physically can’t Y/N!” he interrupted in a strangled voice.
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you watched him slide down to the ground, paying no mind to his crisp black suit that was now covered in leaves. A glimmer of light reflected from his face, and it wasn’t until he hastily brought his hand up to wipe it away, that you realised it was a tear.
Draco Malfoy was crying.
So you slid down next to him and said nothing. Finally, Draco spoke.
“The resason I can’t cast the Patrous charm is because I don’t have any happy memories strong enough to do so.” he whispered, voice catching on every word.
“Dray, I-” you began, but were cut off.
“I don’t have any happy memories of my childhood because I never had one. My father thinks of me only as the next heir to the Malfoy estate, and my mother just did what he said. I’ve never had any proper friends, not before you Y/N, and I just…”
You shut him up by crushing your lips against his. For a horrifying moment, he was still, frozen, and you were about to pull away, before his arms circled your waist, and he was kissing you back. All too soon you pulled away from each other, gasping in the cold night air, your breath coming out in fogged pants.
“I think I’m in love with you, Draco Malfoy.”
“And I think I’m in love with you, Y/N L/N.”
*back to present day*
“Mummy, I’m tired.” whined Scorpius from behind you, dragging his feet through the fallen leaves.
“We’ve only been walking for half an hour Scorp.” laughed Draco, squeezing your hand as you giggled.
“Pick me up daddy.” whined Scorpius, batting his big blue eyes, as Draco laughed again and swung his son up into his arms.
“Love you Dray.” you murmured, pecking his cheek.
“As do I, Mrs Malfoy.” he said, chucking as you scowled jokingly.
Suddenly, a cold wind replaced the warm air that had once been surrounding you, and a chill ran through your body.
“Draco?” you asked uncertaintly, looking over at your husband.
“Take Scorpius.” said Draco, holding your son out to you.
Shrouded, misty black figures began to appear in the sky above you as you reached for the wriggling three year old, and you heard Draco curse under his breath. They began to swoop down closer and closer, as you fumbled to retrieve your wand from your pocket. You felt your heart drop as it slipped from your hand, and plummeted into the river running in the valley far below you.
“Draco they’re Dementors!” you yelled, as you drew your arms around your son protectively.
“Use the Patronus charm Y/N, now!” he bellowed over the shrieks of the Dementors.
“My wand’s-” you manage to gasp out, before you were frozen with a Dementor right in front of you, and a painful feeling of pure misery deep in your chest. You could hear your son crying, and feel him slipping from your arms as you began to loose consciousness…
There was a blinding light all around you, and the Dementors were gone, flying away from the bright light that had interrupted them. It was only when the light had died out that you turned to Draco.
“Y/N!” he gasped, and crushed you in a hug, trapping Scorpius in the middle, making him giggle.
“Dray… You cast the patronus charm.” you grinned, watching as his eyes widened.
“I cast the patronus charm.” he murmured, his eyes brimming with tears and he embraced you once again. “And that’s all because of you Y/N. You and Scorpius. You gave me all the happy memories I’ll ever need.”
The wealthiest 691 people on earth have a net worth of $2.2 trillion, equivalent to the combined annual GDP of 145 countries—more than all of Latin America and Africa combined! […] Despite the huge quantity of wealth produced and accumulated in a few hands, the details of how so much of humanity actually lives—the numbers and conditions of the wretched of the earth—are outrageous.
Of the approximately 6.3 billion people in the world:
About half of humanity (three billion people) are malnourished and are chronically short of calories, proteins, vitamins, and/or minerals. Many more are “food insecure,” not knowing where their next meal is coming from. The UN estimates that “only” 840 million (including ten million in the wealthy core industrialized countries) are undernourished, but this is greatly below most other estimates.
One billion live in slums (about one-third of the approximately three billion people living in cities).
About half of humanity lives on less than what two dollars a day can purchase in the United States.
One billion have no access to clean water.
Two billion have no electricity.
Another part of the human condition over the past two and a half centuries of industrial capitalism has been the almost continuous warfare with hundreds of millions of people killed. Occupation, slavery, genocide, wars, and exploitation are part of the continuing history of capitalism. Wars have resulted from capitalist countries fighting among themselves for dominance and access to global markets, from attempts to subjugate colonies or neocolonies, and ethnic or religious differences among people—many of which have been exacerbated by colonial occupation and/or imperial interference. The basic driving force of capitalism, to accumulate capital, compels capitalist countries to penetrate foreign markets and expand their market share.
Harry and Fred Magdoff, “Approaching Socialism” (2005)