back in the country

freeangelsweets  asked:

Hey, sorry, what are your thoughts on the act to stop illegal immigration? (I really appreciate your blog by the way)

We should be helping refugees fleeing persecution and a xenophobic US government, not handing them back over to a country that does not want them.

Trump is signalling that he’s going to make it easier to deport millions of illegal immigrants; many back to countries which will put their lives at risk.

We cannot be complicit in that.

If you ever wondered how politicians can be so wishy-washy about calling out or defending the actions of other politicians,

the recent youtube ripple is pretty good at illustrating that sometimes it’s just because they’re friends and don’t wanna go back to an earful at the country club or a strongly worded email from a colleague.

but if it’s you know, something like fascism being discussed, seeing who puts that over their morals is a good way to tell who actually gives a fuck about you. Politician or public figure of any kind…

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anonymous asked:

Maybe the SNS trio (phichit, leo, and guang hong) along with yuuri hangout and one of them gets sick?

I’ve not written about Guang Hong and Leo before, so this was a fun experiment. I went with Guang Hong getting sick, cause he’s just adorable. Writing about these four is just lovely, they’re all such sweethearts. I hope this is okay.

Guang Hong smiled happily at the three skaters sitting with him at the table in the restaurant, content to be eating with friends again. There had been a skating competition earlier that day, and Leo, Phichit and Yuri had invited Guang Hong out to eat before they all flew back to their respective countries the next day.

Guang Hong had mixed feelings about going out at first. He hadn’t been feeling well that day, and the skating competition had nearly wiped him out. But he hadn’t seen Leo in person for a while, and it was always incredible to Guang Hong that Yuri and Phichit were friendly with him (after all, they’d made it to the Grand Prix Final) so he swallowed his concerns and agreed to go.

The young skater was starting to bitterly regret this decision. A headache was beating a tattoo behind his eyes and he felt freezing cold, even though the restaurant was stuffy and the other skaters had removed their jackets. Guang Hong had to force down every mouthful of food, shuddering as it made his stomach turn.

Leo noticed that his friend - who was usually chatty and bubbly with company - was being strangely quiet, and looked pale under his freckles. He asked Guang Hong quietly if he was feeling okay. The young skater brushed Leo off dismissively, insisting he was merely tired out from the competition. Leo looked as if he was about to push the subject, but Phichit started clamouring for a group picture, and Leo was distracted.

By the time the four skaters left the restaurant, Guang Hong was feeling truly horrendous. Every step made his aching head throb. He had to swallow convulsively against the nausea in his stomach, and bile frequently pooled on his tongue, bitter as poison.

Guang Hong tried to keep up his friendly façade, laughing and joking, pretending so determinedly that his giggles grew strained and high pitched, but his companions couldn’t help but notice that something was wrong.

“Are you okay, Guang Hong?” Yuri asked kindly, smiling at the younger skater. Phichit squinted at the boy too.

“You look a little pale,” he said, his cheery face creasing with concern.

“Well… I don’t feel too good, actually,” Guang Hong admitted nervously. He was frightened that the other three with be irritated that he’d ruined the evening, but they all began oozing sympathy.

Leo wrapped an arm around Guang Hong’s shoulders, Yuri felt the boy’s clammy forehead and Phichit offered to lend Guang Hong his own jacket, as the boy was still quivering pitifully.

Guang Hong was grateful for their kindness, but grew alarmed as the nausea became almost unbearable. He knew he’d have to move quickly or he’d end up vomiting in the street for all to see. He leaned in towards Leo, whispering in his ear urgently.

“I’m going to vomit.”

Leo’s eyes widened and he snapped into action quickly. He muttered a few words of explanation to Phichit and Yuri, clasped Guang Hong by the shoulders and propelled him down an alleyway, finding a reasonably dark, quiet corner.

Guang Hong hunched over with a heave almost immediately, hastily bringing up the meal he’d forced down his throat. Leo swept the boy’s hair out of his face and whispered soothingly to his friend.

“That’s it. Just let it out. Remember to breathe. I’ve got you.”

Poor Guang Hong retched over and over, bringing up an impressive amount of vomit for a person of his size. When the gags finally tapered off, Guang Hong remained bent over, hiding his face in his hands. He was burning with humiliation.

What would Yuri and Phichit think of him now? Guang Hong considered them his friends and he admired them greatly, but he was still a little intimidated by their skating skills. Yuri’s Eros routine at the GPF had been spectacular, and even friendly Phichit appeared regal and dignified on the ice, with his floppy fringe slicked back. It was horribly embarrassing for Guang Hong to be sick in front of them.

“Do you feel okay now?” Leo asked, steering Guang Hong away from the pile of vomit. The younger skater nodded tersely, cheeks burning red. Leo understood his embarrassment and didn’t push him to make conversation.

Guang Hong was dreading facing Yuri and Phichit again. They had been waiting at the entrance of the alley, wanting to give the sick boy some space. Guang Hong was expecting scorn or disgust from them, but they were kindness incarnate.

“Are you okay? You’re so white!”

“You should have told us you felt sick.”

“Have you been ill all day? How did you manage to skate so well?” Yuri asked incredulously, sounding genuinely shocked.

Guang Hong gasped, his eyes sparkling. Suddenly it didn’t matter that he was still feeling pretty lousy, or that he’d just made a fool of himself, or that he’d probably still have to deal with this illness when he flew home tomorrow. All that mattered was that Yuri Katsuki, GPF silver medal winner, thought he had skated well.

“It wasn’t so bad during the competition. I think I just need to rest,” Guang Hong said breathlessly, still reeling from Yuri’s words.

“Well, come on. We’re taking you home,” Phichit said firmly, holding onto the boy’s arm tenderly. Guang Hong followed obediently, smiling a little to himself and wondering what on earth he’d been so worried about.

I really want to go back out to the hill country. I keep re watching a video my bf took of the drive through some hills and gosh it’s so pretty. I love Texas… when I get to get out of the city.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.