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anonymous asked:

#28. under the weather, spiderbyte ? im desperate for content

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28. Under the Weather

Widowmaker rapped sharply on the door and folded her arms, waited for several seconds, frowned, then knocked again. 

“Sombra–” she knocked on the door, “We’ll be late for the briefing. You know how Reaper gets.”

A moan came from the other side of the door. “Go on without me. I’ll just hack the cameras and watch it from here.” 

“There are no cameras to hack,” muttered Widowmaker, touching her fingertips to her forehead in irritation.

“Psh. ’No Cameras,’ good one,” said Sombra. She laughed a little, but it sounded terrible, then the laugh was interrupted by a coughing fit.

“You’re not fooling anyone, you know that?” said Widowmaker, opening the door and stepping in.

 The apartment was messier than usual, with balled up tissues on nearly every surface and the smell of eucalyptus and lemon in the air. Widowmaker glanced over at the couch to see several purplish screens projected above it. Then she heard a cough and a sneeze and the screens scrambled for a moment, the content on them abruptly changing with each cough. A weak “Mierda…” came from the other side of the couch. Widowmaker stepped around the couch to see Sombra huddled in a fuzzy robe with a blanket draped over her legs. She was clutching a tissue box, hair a mess, bags under her eyes, some dried snot under her nose, and a humidifier steaming right next to her. “Hey,” said Sombra, bringing up a screen.

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Posting this before I lose my nerve.  Part 1 of 3.

one hundred ways to say I love you.

(thirty-one.)

“Don’t worry about me.”

The crackle of static on the other end of the line may as well have been John’s growl.  “You should have waited for me, Finch.”

Harold’s face tightens.  “You were otherwise engaged, Mr. Reese.”

Through the earpiece, he hears shots being fired, followed by the unmistakeable sound of bodies dropping on the ground with drawn-out groans.  Once upon a time it might have disconcerted him, but now the sound is… strangely comforting, knowing that John’s unerring aim always lands on kneecaps rather than on more vital organs of the human body.  Still, as disapproving as he is with John’s penchant for drastic measures rather than non-violent ones, he supposes he can’t really fault John’s urgency at the moment.  “I’ve just about wrapped up here.  I’m coming for you.”

The absolute certainty of it is exactly what sends a wave of panic rippling through him, and he scrabbles for a distraction.  “Is the Number safe?”

John’s voice is crisp and cold. “You know what, Finch, I really don’t care.”

Normally Harold would soundly reproach his employee for that cavalier statement, but considering that their Number this time is the perpetrator, not the victim, he understands John’s notable lack of sympathy, for once.  “Perhaps I should’ve worded that better,” Harold relents, trying again.  “Is everyone else safe from the Number?”

“Fusco’s taking the ringleader into custody.  Carter stayed behind to console the victims,” John reports, not bothering to hide the venom and vindication in his voice. Saving a man running a den of child prostitutes—all of whom had been homeless orphans he had taken off the street—leaves a foul taste in Harold’s mouth, so he tries to console himself with the thought that nabbing the ringleader instead of killing him will be a step closer to ending human trafficking for good—at least in New York City.  He has no doubt that their—friends? Harold muses, catching himself at the unexpected sentiment attached: not just comrades, or mere assets?—at the NYPD will make sure of it.

Finch.”  He hears ammunition being refilled, followed by a gun being cocked, the sound of it significantly less dangerous than the steel in John’s voice.  “Don’t do this.”

So he’s unable to distract John after all.  Harold sighs with resigned affection.  John, for better or for worse, is like a hound on the scent of a trail in his single-minded determination to make him the priority, regardless of what his marching orders are.  Harold has stopped fooling himself into believing that what they have is still an employer-employee relationship; they’ve crossed that line long ago when it has become a running tally on who saves the other’s life more.  The push and pull of their power dynamics has levelled them into an equal partnership—one which implications Harold is terrified to examine too closely.

Especially with what he’s about to do.

Harold.”  There’s a break in John’s voice now, and Harold closes his eyes, feeling a similar crack in his heart.

The way they allow themselves to slip into each other’s first names—their real names—is an unacknowledged intimacy, knowing it’s the only part of their pasts that they haven’t shed, haven’t changed; the only part of the lives they had before they met that they can willingly share with each other, unmarred by bloodshed and regret, the familiar syllables a breath of benediction and redemption all at once.

“I can’t let you risk your life all over again, John.”

They never accidentally-on-purpose allow each other’s real names to cross their lips unless they’re terrified it’ll be the last time they’ll ever say them.

And I can’t let you do this alone.”  Harold hears the sudden blast of ambient noise; John is somewhere in the city proper, rushing toward him. “I won’t.” 

Harold stops walking and catches sight of the park bench—the designated meeting place.  He looks at the person waiting for him.

“I’m not alone,” Harold murmurs, and the truth of it rings loud and clear, sweeping over his soul and reverberating down to the marrow of his bones; he’s not alone anymore.  “I have you, John.”

On the other end of the line, he hears a hitch in John’s breath; a pause, a beat, and suddenly John’s breathing pattern accelerates: John has started running.  

Stay with me, Harold,” John pleads, vulnerable and earnest, fearful and determined, and Harold knows he doesn’t just mean their connection over the line.  “Wait for me.”

Briefly, Harold closes his eyes; he isn’t sure if there will still be anything left of him after this, but he vows to do his damnedest to save John.  He won’t ever risk him again, like this.  Never again.

His eyes flash open; his gaze hardens.  Over the park bench, he is met with a slow, knowing smile.

“Always, Mr. Reese.”

He taps at his earpiece to check, an automatic motion borne out of habit, and makes sure their line stays open.  He ambles over to the bench, stealing a glance at his companion.  The smile stays as legs uncross, giving him room.  

Slowly, he lets himself ease onto the seat, feeling the side of his neck prickle as he is watched closely, intriguingly.  A few moments pass as he lets the sounds and scenery of his surroundings wash over him, his demeanour outwardly projecting calm even as his heart is beating erratically against chest.  He takes a deep breath and lets it out with a slow exhale.  On his lap, his hands curl into fists. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure of this meeting,” he begins, turning as much as his body allows him.  “Ms. Stanton?”

Long brunette waves cascading over bare shoulders, a floral maxi dress ensconcing a lithe body, strapped sandals swirling around dainty feet, Kara Stanton is the perfect image of understated affluence: a tourist enjoying a summer afternoon at the park.  It was the perfect cover, Harold observes, as she stands out enough to draw attention to herself, making her virtually untouchable (at least in public, Harold thinks wryly, which is possibly why she has chosen Central Park for their rendezvous), even as at the same time she blends in just enough to be noticed, admired, and discarded as an afterthought; just one of those beautiful strangers passing by.

Nothing about her radiates the cold-blooded assassin outlined in her extensive file.  Nor, for that matter, is she exhibiting any revealing clues about how she survived the explosion that blew up half the street.

“You’re back from the dead.”  Harold faces her.  “Again.”

Kara smiles.  “You don’t seem surprised.”

Harold merely raises an eyebrow.  “When the police didn’t find any evidence of your DNA at the bombsite, I suppose your call from the afterlife wasn’t entirely unexpected.”

You should’ve told me she contacted you, Finch,” John snarls in his ear. 

“Though I should be thankful that it was me you chose to contact, this time,” Harold speaks deliberately over John’s angry protest.  “I must admit I’m curious as to why.”

Kara tilts her head.  “I need money.”

Harold doesn’t miss a beat.  “How much?”

“Oh, not a lot, really,” Kara drawls as she waves her hand offhandedly.  “Say… two hundred million?” 

“Done.”

Kara blinks.  “My,” she murmurs, awed despite herself.  “You are rich.”

“I can wire the money to your account in Cayman Islands in a matter of minutes,” Harold states, relishing in the subtle widening of her eyes as she realises Harold knows about that.  “But you’re not here for money.”

At that, Kara’s smile spreads into something less warm, and more calculating.  “What makes you say that, Harold?”

In his ear, John bites out a curse at the intimate use of his name.  Harold valiantly tries not to let the utter wrongness of it show on his face.  “Extortion and manipulation are just one of your many skill sets, Ms. Stanton,” Harold points out.  “If money was all you needed, there are much more prominent figures you could have gleaned the amount you needed from.  Politicians, celebrities, criminal masterminds… they’re all at your disposal.”

Kara shrugs.  “None are as rich as you though.”  Her mouth quirks.  “Or as anonymous.”

Harold presses his mouth into a thin line, conceding the point.  “And yet you’re here, negotiating with me instead of threatening me, even though the latter is more your style.”  He narrows his eyes.  “Why is that?”

Her gaze sharpens.  “Who’s to say I’m not a threat to you?” she coolly asks.

Harold ignores the unmistakeable sound of a rifle breaking open on the other end of the line.  “Because all your resources are now either drained or compromised.  You’re here because you’re out of options, Ms. Stanton.  You need the money to survive.”

For a split second, the wariness flashes in Kara’s features before it smoothens into careless intrigue.  “You got me, Harold,” she leans back with a deceptively dramatic sigh.  “So what’s stopping you from turning me in?”  She smiles mockingly at him.  “You should take advantage of the fact that I’m rarely this… vulnerable.

Yes, Finch,” John says lowly in his ear, “you should.”

“Because you’re going to make me an offer I can’t refuse.”

“Oh?” Kara draws out the syllable, lyrical and sweet.  “And what will that offer be?”

“You’re offering me a way to track you.  You came to me, Ms. Stanton, so I can be your sole source of finances, because by that very action, you’re allowing me to monitor all your actions from hereon, as the liquidation of your assets will make you entirely traceable from my end.”

Kara claps slowly.  “Very good, Harold,” she lilts, and Harold bristles at the obvious condescension.   “That truly is an offer you shouldn’t refuse.”  Her smile widens.  “You’ll always know what I’m up to, and you can always stop me from anything you don’t want me to do.”

“Yes.”  Harold’s eyes flash.  “Including hurting John.”

Silence reigns for a moment: shocked disbelief on John’s end, stunned admiration on Kara’s.

Harold,” John says hoarsely.

“What I don’t get, Ms. Stanton,” Harold narrows his eyes, “is what’s in it for you.

Kara tilts her head, appraising him with a slow, thorough once over from beneath her half-lidded gaze.  Harold fights the urge to fidget; he gets the distinct feeling that under her assessment, Kara finds him… lacking.

Finch,” John suddenly says, a notable tremor of panic audible in his voice now.  “Get out of there, now.

Unwilling to let go of the opportunity to protect John from his former handler—for good—Harold remains unmoving and silent, a challenge and a question all on its own.  Why?

John seems to have heard him anyway.  “This is what she does, Finch.  This is what she’s good at.”

Harold’s eyebrows crease at that.  He thinks of the numbers he has on speed dial—Joss and Lionel, Zoe and Leon—and his heart lurches at the unsettling realisation that he has people to rely on now.  Harold has spent his whole life building barriers around himself, surrounding his life with firewalls that he wants to believe can protect him from the paralysing virus of loss and betrayal.  Though he has read on John’s file that he’s an expert at blowing past obstacles with his guns and explosives, Harold is completely unprepared for how John has breached his walls with his steadfast devotion and stalwart loyalty.  

Because of John, Harold now has people to trust, and people who trust in him.  People who are, at the moment, possibly already rushing to his aid even without his contacting them, all under John’s directive to protect him, like an unconventional group of Knights following their Captain’s orders to band around their King.

And they aren’t the only ones.

Surreptitiously, Harold glances at the CCTV cameras dotted around the park, not at all surprised to see the lenses directed at the bench where he’s seated, the glowing red dots of the Machine’s multiple eyes closely monitoring the movements of her Admin.  Even as Harold has already programmed his and John’s information as unknown or redacted, the Machine has learned to stubbornly refuse Harold’s orders to prioritise all lives, not just his.  Of course, it doesn’t help that the Machine has imprinted on John when she learns he shares her objectives, and it is for that very reason that she has decided—beyond Harold’s control—to make John the Primary Asset.

(Just like a free-spirited daughter who is determined to protect both her fathers, not unlike the attachment Bear has—and, once upon a time, the one Leila had—for both of them, and that is a line of thinking Harold has to firmly stop himself from continuing, not just because of the alarming fact that an all-seeing AI he built is beginning to be sentient, but because in her vast, accumulated knowledge, she has unequivocally concluded that the Admin and the Primary Asset cannot be separated from one another.)

“Mr. Reese,” Harold murmurs under his breath as he turns his face away from Kara’s view, “I’m quite certain Ms. Stanton isn’t planning to kill me.”

Because if she is, the Machine would’ve already alerted you, is what Harold doesn’t say, just like the way the Machine alerted me when Stanton killed Agent Donnelly… and took you.

“And even if she is,” he says quietly, a calm sense of surety washing over him at the thought of the people looking out for him, knowing he is safe, “I believe she won’t succeed.”

No,” says John, and Harold stills at the tone of his voice; he has heard John walk the tightrope between life and death, facing the worst of bloodthirsty killers, unfeeling sociopaths, cunning, manipulative politicians, and dirty, two-faced cops; he has heard John’s anguish in revisiting Jessica’s memory, his fury in behalf of the aggrieved Numbers, his tenacity in escaping the triple manhunt of the CIA, the FBI, and the NYPD; he has heard exactly what John sounds like when he’s been beaten, electrocuted, stabbed, and shot; he will never forget how John sounds like when he’s been nearly crushed, nearly choked, nearly frozen to death, nearly blown apart.  

She’s not going to kill you.

He has never, in all the time he has known John, heard him sound so scared.  

“She’s going to break you.”

The Signs as Random, Out of Context Boueibu Quotes

(Out of context quotes are funny, Boueibu is funny, so quotes + Boueibu = absolute gold. There’s both season 1 and season 2 quotes in there, by the way.)

Aries: “Lots of things really do come flying and falling down in autumn.”

Taurus: “I never offer my services without compensation.”

Gemini: “I know that angry people are funny, but if you tease them, they might take it out on you.”

Cancer: “I think there’s a crazy in our midst.”

Leo: “It’s a matter of feeling and etiquette!”

Virgo: “I cannot even comprehend why he wants that.”

Libra: “…could you all please stop calling out random attack names?”

Scorpio: “I love tofu. You can kill a man with it!”

Sagittarius: “I bet I’ll feel love when I get one billion in my Cayman Islands account.”

Capricorn: “This setup is lacking consistency!”

Aquarius: “In the TV show known as life, there’s a clear difference between a main character and a side character, right?”

Pisces: “Can I shoot a beam with this? Can I? Can I? (shoots beam) I can!”

anonymous asked:

What are some talking points on why Greece is in the amount of debt it is in?

the structure of the eurozone is completely broken. it privileges germany over its neighbors. germany’s central bank, the bundesbank, has historically been one of the main incubators of neoliberalism (so-called ordoliberalism). this gives it a fundamental adherence to austerity, although not as much in the extreme sense it’s used in america. it values co-operation between workers and management as part of a general social order where everybody knows their place in social hiearchy, and will give concessions to placate unions and prevent upheaval in the form of strikes. however, when it has the power, its desire is also to bulldoze unions to prevent wage increases and thus inflation that might hurt the property holdings of the rich. it was generally agreed upon by the state planners who drew up the drafts for the european union that the main basis of the european central bank would be the bundesbank, as this way each government could both claim that its hands were tied when workers asked for higher wages and if a socialist government came to power, it would in turn find itself unable to set its own monetary policy and push through its objectives. with alan greenspan’s low interest rates in this past decade, there came a flood of american banks looking for easy investments, which in turn made it very easy to get loans. germany, however, also extended its easy credit to foreign banks as it knew most countries they were based in couldn’t afford to buy the exports it was inundating them with. so talking points are as follows:

  • germany created its own crisis by undertaking austerity during an expansion. the only way this can work is if other people buy your own goods, so germany took advantage of its trade surplus with eurozone periphery nations like greece to lend the profits right back to them (private banks and the bundesbank are closely tied, as in any nation) so they could buy more. it’s understandable that this ponzi scheme would some day come back to bite them. this also removes inflation from germany in the sense that it pushes its excess money supply out of the country, meaning workers don’t have to be given any portion of it.
  • most of the money lent went to purchases for the rich. the greek government, for instance, made exorbitant purchases on weaponry to keep the german arms industry afloat. 10% of german weapons sales are to greece, and some of those weapons, like submarines, turned out to be faulty. they also blew tons of money on the olympics, a spectacle for the rich, mostly updating infrastructure that would later be sold to private corporations like soccer teams for pennies on the dollar.
  • banks, both german and greek, were suckered into the same arcane financial instruments that defined the american crisis. credit default swaps on property weren’t as big, but they still played a prime role, as rich europeans looked for second vacation homes and as credit was transferred to greek workers to buy german goods. the biggest issue was the sovereign debt credit swaps on greek government bonds. all this took place instead of investment into fixed capital costs, which would have made greek workers more competitive with german ones, because the fraudulent property bubble was said to provide better returns. the speed of the collapse of the financial system meant that banks didn’t know who owed what, and in turn made them tighten their own fiscal policies, resulting in numerous foreclosures on the greek people’s only assets. as a result, workers were forced to suffer for bank mismanagement.
  • to some degree these fears are motivated by racism. there’s a general association of profligacy with brown skin, and in european terms greeks, spaniards, italians and portuguese are browner than germans, anglos and scandinavians.
  • there are a couple of ways this crisis could be overcome. the best way within capitalism would be the fdr-keynesian solution. use fiscal policy (government expenditures) to invest in make-work programs. workers have money and can buy basic necessities, pushing along the gears of the economy. fixed capital grows, making workers more productive and competitive. the economy grows, meaning debt is less of a burden because everybody can afford to pay it off. this is completely out in the modern era. property owners refuse to be taxed to pay for it and have numerous ways to prevent it (cayman islands bank accounts, etc). bond markets view it as imprudent, irresponsible, a waste of cash because state development leads nowhere in their ideological view (the reality is that they oppose it because of the inflationary cost and the benefits to workers). syriza hopes to short-circuit this by having the european union guarantee greek debt, meaning the bond markets will hopefully invest in such a program simply because the profits will be too good to pass up.
  • the second way would be the argentina route. in 2001 argentina defaulted on its debt, and the bond markets punished it by quarantining the country financially and cutting its exchange rates to minimal levels, horrible for an import-oriented economy. the government embarked on a keynesian import-substition system, well-planned and enacted with the adherence of the majority of local capital hoping to avoid any pain. they also used the weakness of their money to stimulate exports as a new route to gain hard currency. smelling profits, international capital began to flood in, and the bond markets relented. this is likely syriza’s route  if negotiations fail with the german government.
  • now we get to the ways considered normal in modern times. to ensure banks keep lending, countries with control over their currency can use their central bank to print money to give directly to banks through low-interest loans. this was mostly america’s strategy, although they did what they could in the fiscal sphere to give banks money too, within reason considering popular opposition. germany has the ability to do this, but they won’t, as they’re ideologically opposed to it. greece can’t do this, as it can’t print its own money, being part of the eurozone. instead, germany came up with a new solution that would bail out its own banks and greece’s without requiring its central bank to lift a finger.
  • an outside loan, in this case through the ECB and IMF adhering to the usual way of the latter’s activities, would be extended. greek banks would be paid off, in turn allowing german banks to be paid off. subsequently, the greek government would have to pay back the loan, with exorbitant interest, and adhere to a series of measures believed to make it more competitive, typically the reduction of workers to starvation wages, the sale of government assets to investors in order to gain one-time windfall profits, and making taxes more regressive in order to burden workers and not businesses that are the supposed engine of growth. even though there are three better solutions, this one, which will cripple the greek economy for years to come despite what a few cooked books say, was forced upon them by germany. if this is a bailout, it’s not the greek people who are being bailed out.
  • a fifth solution would be to restructure the eurozone in order to increase national sovereignty or decrease german power, but taht’s off the table. as yannis varoufakis stated, (replace french with any eu state)

Their thinking was simple: If the French state forfeited the right to print money (either by reverting to the Gold standard or by adopting the Deutsch mark [i.e. the euro today]), prices would stop rising and the trades unions would lose all bargaining power over employers: with the government unable to boost overall demand, especially during a slump, the trades unions would have a choice between accepting high unemployment (that would destroy their power base) and accepting low wages. In short, by forfeiting the printing presses the French state would ensure that organized labor becomes less militant, more “German”. And if this also meant a greater propensity to recession, it was considered a small price to pay. Today, with France in permanent stagnation under the euro, France’s elites are simultaneously unapologetic, regarding that choice of theirs, and concerned about the rising tide of discontent and anti-European, racist, ultra-nationalism.

people don’t know how to save themselves under the euro now that it’s bulldozed labour power, and they’re turning to the most horrific fascists because of their national chauvinism and their anti-eu credentials. state planners could save themselves from this, but they don’t want to because it might cede power back to the left.

  • germany has shown the most extreme hypocrisy on this. german banks actually own 80% of the debt created by the bailout, meaning that greece had to take out loans ultimately from german banks in order to pay back german banks. another ponzi scheme, this time supported by the now-scant assets of the greek people. in turn, germany eventually did decide there was a good time for the ecb to print money, in 2014, when its own economy was at risk from deflation that was in turn spurred by its own austerity policies. german banks can now take out loans from the ecb at virtually no interest and can buy greek bonds at whatever interest rate they are now (certainly higher than 6% with the impending election). germany’s naked opportunism shows the value of all its previous denunciations of greek spending and its claim to ethical superiority truly means. inflation is starkly needed in the short term, and it would even benefit german workers, but the ideological blinders at the ecb and bundesbank means it’s off the table.
Your Fave is Problematic: Boueibu Edition

Heres a compilation of wrongdoings by these so-called “cinnamon rolls“. (Mind you, this list is to not be taken seriously. Mostly. Though, all of it is canon unless stated otherwise.)

Hakone Yumoto:

  • Animal abuse
  • Invasion of unauthorized area (I mean, Kinshiro and Akoya would probably press charges after the tea party, if they cared enough)

Yufuin En:

  • Sleeping in public places (this isn’t canon and may not even be a crime in Japan. for someone who gets called morally dubious, En is the actual moral paragon of this show. you go, En.)

Kinugawa Atsushi:

  • Domiciliar invasion (doesn’t matter if it’s En’s house and it was unlocked, an invasion is still an invasion.)

Naruko Io:

  • Tax evasion (do you really think that Cayman Islands account he has serves any other purpose?)

Zaou Ryuu:

  • Illicit sexual activities (apparently having sex before marriage is illegal to a certain extent in Japan?)
  • Property damage (I saw u break that desk Zaou Ryuu)

Kusatsu Kinshirou:

  • Terrorism (Trying to take over and destroy the world is a form of terrorism)
  • Domiciliar invasion
  • Property damage (That little happening in Ep 11)
  • Murder attempt (IT DOESN’T MATTER IF YOU APOLOGIZED TO ATSUSHI SHORTLY AFTER YOU DOLT)

Arima Ibushi:

  • Terrorism
  • Domiciliar invasion
  • Death threats (even if it was a joke, poor Protag-chan)

Gero Akoya:

  • Terrorism
  • Domiciliar invasion
  • Death threats

Hakone Goura:

  • Illegal deforestation (that wood has to come from somewhere)
  • Property damage (RIP bell tower)
  • Murder attempt (against your own brother? you were a monster back then, but still)

Kinosaki Kou:

  • Invasion of privacy

Tazawa Masuya:

  • Invasion of privacy

Wombat:

  • Child abuse (electrical shocks on unconsenting minors? yeaaaah…)
  • Coercion (again, with the whole Battle Lovers deal)
  • Manslaughter (that sensei is dead for a reason, pink monster)
  • Vigilantism (IDK if it’s illegal in Japan, but technically speaking, he forced the Battle Lovers into vigilantism)

Zundar:

  • Child abuse (making these kids, some of whom were below 18, fight and hurt each other, is a form of abuse. not to mention manipulating Kinshiro and stuff.)
  • Coercion (via manipulating.)
  • Property invasion
  • Terrorism

Lord Hireashi:

  • Child abuse
  • Invasion of privacy
  • Unauthorized image use (i don’t think any of these kids agreed on having their likeness used)
  • Terrorism
  • Conspiracy/Gang formation (he formed a gang to conspire against the entire Earth. Twice.)