boor paya kankaan nu maare
vich baaki ambiyan
agg de bhambar de
ni tu sambh bukkal
gin ve dina diyan
aasna sidkaan naal
tere vehre do din
main chadar kadd di
gin tope paawan
jaman di chaan
main peera dawan
chiriya di chi chi
tokeya ni tukkni
dil bhar ke sochan
main chadar kardi ni
utte tote pawaan
chann husan jawani
fikran vich dubbeya
mera babul bhora
ohdi chitti pagari
kadi daag na lawan
main chadar kadd di
utte pawan vellan
sade pind de
na rukdiya railaan
mera dharmi babul ni
deshan da raja
main aakh ke bappu
main chadar karhdi
utte pawan chiriyaan
mere tur jaan diyaan
ni ghar gallan
babul paya sochi ni
te waggdiya akhiyaan
amari vi lukowe ni
methon hoke haawan
Niall- Today is your very first Christmas. You of course didn’t know what all the fuss was about; it seemed like an ordinary day. So you started it like one. Waking up everyone in house up early around 4am for a feed, Niall came in and took you out of your crib down to kitchen to where your mum was busy warming up your milk in the microwave and moved you into the living room where there was a Christmas tree with its colourful lights glowing and presents under the tree in Christmassy wrapping paper addressed to you, including the rest of the boys. Niall sat on the couch with you resting against his chest until your mum came in with the milk and fed you. As you were too young to open your presents, Niall and your mum opened them for you, but they were mainly things like onesies and toys for you. After all of the presents were opened the guests started arrive for Christmas dinner.
Harry- You hadn’t really been told about Christmas as you were 4 months old, so when all the decorations were up you were beyond confused. So when Christmas morning arrived, you were woken up to someone carrying down the stairs and soft singing in your ear you looked up to see your brother, Harry smiling sown at you. When you reached the bottom of the stairs Harry set you down in the living room where you mum, dad and sister were waiting by the Christmas tree for you. You crawled to your mum making grabby hands for her to pick you up. “Good morning (y/n)” she smiled at you. “Go Nornin” you tried to repeat half asleep. Everyone laughed at you fail attempt to say your first words. “Right Harry and Gemma, open your presents first,” Robin said as he knew it would be more of a struggle if you opened your presents first. When they had opened all of his presents it was your turn, your mum sat you down on the floor in-between her and Harry. Your mum got your first present and started to open it a little bit so you could actually open it and passed it to you. You tried to open it but only took a little piece off. You let it drop and laughed as it fell to the floor, so instead you mum unwrapped all of your presents for you, so she could get ready and start preparing the Christmas dinner for family.
Zayn- It was your first memorable Christmas. Christmas morning you ran into your brothers room. You saw he were still asleep, you feel bad about what you were going to do because he was sleeping but you were really excited to open your presents, you put all that aside and started to jump on the bed and shout “Zayn! Santa came!” He immediately woke up and started laughing at how excited you are. Once you were worn out from jumping you sat down on the bed and Zayn pulled you closer to him, you thought you were going to get a cuddle but you were wrong when he started to tickle you “Zayn stop!” you said in-between laughter. When he stopped you grabbed one of his hands and lead him to the living room where the whole living room was covered in presents. Once all of the presents it looked like Santa’s workshop had exploded with discarded wrapping paper and all of you new toys everywhere. Once everywhere was tidied you got ready to go round families houses for more presents.
Liam- You were 16, and it was Christmas. Every Christmas your mum and dad told you the same story of you first Christmas that you could probably recite it. They remember all of the details like how you used to pull the babuls off of the tree and throw them under it and crawl away as if nothing had happened or the fact that when you ate you had to be fed or you would spill it down yourself or how you had to show everyone what you got from Santa that day. It was totally embarrassing! Like today all of the boys and their wives/girlfriends and children and all your family were round and your mum and dad told you that they were going to put on the old home Christmas movies so that’s when you took it upon yourself to get the disk that held the embarrassing stories on and destroy it. That is until the time came to watch the movies and everyone was sat down ready to watch. “Babe do you know where I put the disk?” your dad asked your mum. “I thought you put it in the DVD player?” your mum said. “I thought I did but it’s not here” your dad said. Then his eyes were on you as you were smirking. “What have you done with the disk (y/n)?” he asked “N-nothing,” he said trying to hold in your laughter. All eyes were on you “Fine I guess we shall have to watch it on my laptop then!” he said smiling. “WHAT!?” you yelled. He smirked “Didn’t think that I wouldn’t have it backed up on my laptop love?” he asked. You groaned and hid your face in your hands while everyone laughed. Let the teasing begin.
Louis- It was Christmas Day and your mum was bringing you home from the hospital. You were born two days ago but you had to stay in hospital because they wanted to run some tests on you to see if everything was ok. When you got home with your mum, everyone was round family from both your mum and dad’s side and the boys and their wives all cooing at you. Louis took you from your mum and gently rocked you; you yawned and snuggled closer to his chest. Your mum looked at you and Louis and how adorable you two looked, he noticed at said “Go get some sleep mum; I’ll be fine with her.” So your mum went upstairs to her and Louis’ shared room to sleep. Louis sat down with you on his lap and started passing you round to everyone. Once you were handed back to him he mumbled “Best Christmas gift ever” and took you upstairs for your nap.
Weasley liked being an Auror very, very much. There were several perks to the
job: the fact that he got to work with Harry, its active and fast-paced nature,
the fact that he felt he was doing something that contributed to society in a
positive way. The generous salary was another bonus, he couldn’t deny that. But
the number one reason Ron Weasley liked being an Auror was that there was no
documentation for the cases they worked on was far too sensitive to be taken
outside of approved locations within the Ministry, and so although there were
far too many long and boring hours writing up endless reports, this didn’t have
to be done in his free time. He didn’t mind working hard, but he did hate the
idea of his leisure time being filled with work, too.
were trade-offs, of course: nightshifts; endless hours of surveillance where he
had to remain totally still and quiet for hours on end; a big case coming in
and resulting in all leave being cancelled, and extended hours in the office
with barely any time to eat or sleep. But, watching Hermione make her way
through caseload after caseload, doing another six, seven or even eight hours
of work at home after a full day in the chambers made him very, very grateful
for the lack of something similar.
night, he wasn’t watching Hermione work. This was because she was entirely
hidden behind huge piles of books, and only the fact that he could see her feet
(resting on Crookshanks) under the desk and hear the occasional sigh of
exasperation let him know she was still there. It was, he reflected, a
particular shame, because the books blocked her view of the Christmas tree he’d
purchased on the way home from work, which was currently standing in the corner
of the room with two boxes next to it, waiting to be decorated.
may still have been early December—too early, really, to put up the tree—but he
was determined it was going to be done tonight. Not really out of any extreme
fit of festive spirit, but because it would stop Hermione from killing herself
with work for…oh, maybe half an hour.
You can attend wonderfully informative panels like this at DashCon:
DashCon claimed there would be 3,000-7,000 attendees. There are 1,000 at most and all of them are white kids in flower crowns who are rioting for the anti-sexualization of women in media while simultaneously running panels about “homoerotic subtext in fandoms and finding the gay ships for YOUR fandoms!!!”
DashCon proves they have possibly the worst PR team ever when addressing the WTNV cancellation. Instead of clearly explaining the situation, they say they “don’t want to get into it,” and then offer compensation for those who bought advanced seating tickets for the Night Vale show. What’s the compensation? An extra hour playing in the ball pit (which is really just a slowly-deflating children’s pool with some balls in it). Oh, and if there’s room, you may get one of the first-come-first-serve spots at the Time Crash concert that was happening on Saturday night. Huzzah!
Most panels are completely disorganized. The “Name That Anime” panel was even handing out hotel mints as prizes for correctly answering questions like “what’s the anime where they fight with clothes!!!”
It’s been pointed out that as a Marriott hotel, the Renaissance would have required them to submit their full reservation payment 5 days in advance of the event. Therefore it’s very, very likely that the “$17,000 fundraising” was a huge scam. Because DashCon would’ve had to pay that money 5 days before this weekend or the event wouldn’t even be happening in the first place.
Furthermore, someone attempted to debunk the letter that DashCon posted to prove that the hotel asked for money. Not all their points are valid (i.e. “RE:” is commonly used for “Regarding”, not just in response to previous communication, and idk but this dude doesn’t strike me as an expert on internal Marriott stationary), but frankly the letter looks sketchy if only because 17000% 99% of it is whited out. Is it real? Is it fake? We just don’t know.
There has been no confirmation that the money donated in cash and via PayPal last night ever made it to the hotel (if that was indeed where it was intended to go).
People are demanding full or at least partial refunds. Needs verification, but purportedly DashCon has a list at the con where you can sign your name and the amount you donated to be refunded later. Which sounds like a totally effective and not at all easily-abused system. [Verified: x]
And as a bonus: DashCon originally ran an IndieGoGo campaign last year to raise $5,000 to start their convention. They raised $4,000. The campaign ended in April 2013 and rewards have still not been sent out (which consisted of tea bags, a couple business cards with your Tumblr URL on them, and if you donated $500+, some knick-knacks from Etsy), which leads us to…
In this post from 11 months ago, con head Megg33k explains that they had “rented out the vast majority of their convention space and set aside nearly every room in their hotel” and that there was a “legally binding contract and the exchange of money.” They also signed a contract and had “monetary obligation” in regards to Steam Powered Giraffe, so I’m curious as to how that appearance fell apart. She also states that Doug Jones was paid in advance, so he should at least be good for appearing on Sunday (if he hasn’t already skedaddled, that is).
Another witness account describes how DashCon “collected money in a bag” during the $17,000 debacle. They also took names on an email list to issue WTNV refunds at a later date. Who wants to take bets that said refund never happens?
This video shows the moment when it was announced that WTNV left the convention.
People are debating whether or not out-of-state businesses require an Illinois LLP to operate within Illinois, or if they only have to pay a $500 registration fee (which we have no confirmation of DashCon doing so).
The act of offering extra play time in the ball pit as compensation for the WTNV tickets could easily turn into another lawsuit, as they did not originally charge an entrance fee for the ball pit, therefore giving it no comparable monetary worth to compensate for the purchase of event tickets.
A senior politician from Indian Prime Minister Narendra Modi’s ruling party has been quoted saying that sometimes rape is “right,” sparking renewed outrage about rampant sexual assault in that country.
Home minister in BJP-run Madhya Pradesh state describes rape as a 'social crime’ in comments playing down rapes
June 5 2014
A state minister from Indian prime minister Narendra Modi’s ruling party has described rape as a “social crime”, saying “sometimes it’s right, sometimes it’s wrong”, in the latest controversial remarks by an Indian politician about rape.
A regional politician from Modi’s own Bharatiya Janata party (BJP), said that the crime of rape can only be considered to have been committed if it is reported to police.
“This is a social crime which depends on men and women. Sometimes it’s right, sometimes it’s wrong,” said Babulal Gaur, the home minister responsible for law and order in the BJP-run central state of Madhya Pradesh.
“Until there’s a complaint, nothing can happen,” he told reporters.
Gaur also expressed sympathy with Mulayam Singh Yadav, head of the regional Samajwadi party that runs Uttar Pradesh. In the recent election, Mulayam criticised legal changes that foresee the death penalty for gang rape, saying: “Boys commit mistakes: will they be hanged for rape?”
The BJP dismissed Gaur’s comments as an expression of his personal views, and not the party’s.
Modi, who was sworn in as prime minister last week after a landslide election victory, has so far remained silent over the double killing in the village of Katra Shahadatganj, around half a day’s drive east of Delhi.
The father and uncle of one of the victims said they tried to report the crime to local police but were turned away. Three men have been arrested over the killings. Two policemen have been held on suspicion of trying to cover up the crime.
Although a rape is reported in India every 21 minutes on average, law enforcement failures mean that such crimes – a symptom of pervasive sexual and caste oppression – are often not reported or properly investigated, human rights groups say.
More sex crimes have come to light in recent days. A woman in a nearby district of Uttar Pradesh was gang-raped, forced to drink acid and strangled to death. Another was shot dead in northeast India while resisting attackers, media reports said.
The UN secretary general, Ban Ki-moon, has said he was “especially appalled” by the rape and murder of the two girls.
“We say no to the dismissive, destructive attitude of, 'Boys will be boys’,” he said in a statement this week that made clear his contempt for the language used by Mulayam Singh Yadav.