deluded dreams

I Miss You

Anon request: Hello lovely! Can I just say how much I loved closer?? Can you do an imagine where it’s the summer holidays and Draco and reader write letters to each other? :) preferably the letters are really fluffy, thanks so much!!!

Of course Anon, I have tried my best :) ALSO - before anyone reads, I’m considering writing a part 2 because it is quite short, so holla at this post if that’s something you’d like, and I’ll add it to my list of things to do :)

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“You’re growing up real fast.”

Based on a headcanon that Neji died in the war and left Tenten pregnant with their child.

And then @cyberwolften made it angstier because “what if children can see ghosts? So the baby calls Neji ‘Dada’ and plays with him.” But children don’t remain children forever. And then one day, Neji is so distraught when their son no longer hears or sees him…


I have a love–hate relationship with angst… xD

In My Dreams It’s You

author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
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So you’re at a wedding, because doesn’t it always start that way? It’s one of those vacation weddings – a long weekend at a resort, a ceremony on the beach. There’s another guest there, a man named Bucky, and he is absolutely gorgeous, but wow is he a dick about it.

But still… there’s something about him. He’s outgoing, too, and funny, and confident (and at first you thought it was in an annoying, cocky kind of way, but you realize that no, it’s in a grab-life-by-the-balls way). And after the welcome dinner party that first night, you start to warm up to him.

Originally posted by sebastiansource

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Love - in an Abstract Contradiction

Running through
Clouds of
Skimming down
Rivers of
Diving into
Pools of
Swimming in
Rainbows of
Swinging through
Forests of
Climbing up
Mountains of
Crawling over
Roads of
Feathered by the
Wings of
Trapped by the
Chains of
Deluded by the
Dreams of
Soaring to the
Heaven of

g-manx  asked:

So, hows does it feel to have New 52 Superman and The Wonder Woman relationship erased thanks to Rebirth?

I could do with a Refund. All the merch and books stuck with and you know for such a short period, there as quite a bit.  And still am seeing them bringing in merch and AU. (I wonder ho they’ll market nu 52 first kiss. Fake Kiss Statue? Deluded Diana’s Dream?)

The Gaultier motion comics and perfume and DK3 is cool. Least I can use perfume and DK3 has a coherent plot.Unlike  what DC did by making our couple’s story not matter.

Plus clois having to be a law of the DCU isn’t really true, is it? Laws   can be broken. ;)

Shipping is free. That the fandom has always done and done well. Nothing has changed except in the future  won’t be parting with my $$$ so easily with DC comics. 


Unending – Xie Chunhua

The past disappears,
Scattering amidst the morning mist
A girl lost in the bamboo groves
Stands by the iron bridge

The frigid wind, blowing without regard
Brings with it a freezing sting
Along with ingenuine warmth
Not understanding

Looking at the wutong trees by the road
The cracks between the branches,
The spaces between the roots—

The rise and fall of the tides bring wistful sadness
Bid farewell to your deluded dreams and untie your fetters
Hide your despair in laughter while your heart continues to blaze passionately
An uninvited guest has already arrived

So what if you cry and scream to the wind?
As you sing at the water, you enjoy the sight of your own reflection
Grasping victory in your palm as your spirit swings to and fro, to and fro
How many chapters are there in this mere dream of a story?

Looking at the wutong trees by the road
The cracks between the branches,
The spaces between the roots—

The rise and fall of the tides bring wistful sadness
Bid farewell to your deluded dreams and untie your fetters
Hide your despair in laughter while your heart continues to blaze passionately
An uninvited guest has already arrived

So what if you cry and scream to the wind?
As you sing at the water, you enjoy the sight of your own reflection
Grasping victory in your palm as your spirit swings to and fro, to and fro
How many chapters are there in this mere dream of a story?

The past disappears,
Scattering amidst the morning mist


When you held me
I thought I knew

When you
Held my gaze
Softer than you held my skin
I thought I knew

When you
Spoke to me
In a language my heart
Had been looking under every rock
To find
I thought I knew

When you told me
That every wish
My destiny deluded to be my dreams
Could actually belong to my name
I thought
That I knew

When our brains
Synchronized their nerves
And produced
Translated in looks and laughs
I thought I knew

I thought I knew who it was
That would light the candle
When my world lacked
Any flicker or hope

I thought I knew who it was
That would create
With me
The unimaginable
The unbreakable
The unforgettable

I thought I knew
But now I live in the greatest fear
Of living in the unknown

I thought the moon would always be there
When the dusk finally showed its true colors
And left you in the darkness

Written by : Mayra Libertad Fernandez-Martinez

trial by fire #7

chapter 7: Spotting  

  • “behavior of a fire producing sparks or embers that are carried by the wind and which start new fires beyond the zone of direct ignition”

summary: When a series of fires unsettles the city of Magnolia, Detective Lucy Heartfilia unwittingly reignites a war between old rivals. But when she finds herself drawn to one of her suspects, the lines between right and wrong begin to blur.

rated: M for Mature Content (no nsfw scenes in this chapter)

This is the end!! D: For me, that is.This is the last bit of my part!
I can’t believe it’s over already; they grow up so fast… But at least I know the story is in more than capable hands with toxineena ;) - so don’t forgot to check her blog for the next update!!!! You won’t be getting any more from me. I really hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I did!!

So let’s end this on a….happy note? HA! I don’t think so!

read: part I | part II | part III | all parts | on

The leather felt cool beneath her bare thighs, and Lucy shivered involuntarily at the contact.

As she sank back into the padded seat of the cab, the evening passed once more before her mind’s eye.

It sure had been an experience in itself.

Certainly the most unusual, exciting, at times even shocking dinner she had ever shared with anyone.

Lucy noticed she was smiling, wide and exhilaratedly.

Natsu had blown her away.

As soon as the thought crossed her mind, she mentally slapped herself. She shouldn’t harbour such inappropriate feelings. It just wasn’t right.

She sighed heavily, accidentally catching the driver’s attention. When he slightly turned his head to check on her, she responded with a tired smile, feeling a little embarassed.

Really, she wasn’t acting like herself this evening.

Or maybe… maybe she was.

Maybe she hadn’t acted truly like herself in quite a while.

It wasn’t like she was pretending to be someone she was not, but work was incredibly stressful lately, even more so ever since she had been promoted. Not only because of the new workload, but also because of the whispers, of people saying she didn’t deserve the position she had fought for so determinedly.

Sometimes those words hurt her more than she’d like to admit.

So having an evening like this, where she just had been able to let go of any anxieties, to leave behind the problems that kept coming after her for just a few hours, laughing and joking with Natsu - it had felt like… being free.

Even Jackal, and all the danger he brought with him, had not stopped the feeling of exhilaration. It had made her feel alive.

She’d have to thank him for that one of those days. If she ever worked up the courage, that was.

Or if he sticked around long enough for her to find the words.

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I usually pass over most posts that, because of shipping reasons (it’s obvious when is like this), misinterpret Renji, some even openly insult and bash him (sometimes even on his own tag, not on the search of “Renji”), because I’m sure that they are going to continue thinking the same despite what I can say, because they are blinded by their hatred. And I see this kind of posts many times because I use Renji search too.

But when I see someone, on the Renji tag, who say that they really like Renji, but it seems they haven’t really been putting attention to his character, or the own manga, I really feel the need to make them see that their interpretations are wrong, especially when there is evidence in the manga of this. And then they get angry and defensive, probably because their ship is more important to them than trying to get this character right, so they blind their eyes to the evidence.

So, I don’t understand why, having the evidence in chapter 682, of Renji saying that were BOTH, Renji and Rukia who avoided each others’ path:

why there are still people saying that Renji abandoned her (?). I know that you can’t expect much from people who have been reading the manga wrong, and still read the manga with the shipping googles on, to only see their prefered pairing and, in the process, they distort the characters that get in the way of their deluded dreams. But, come on! if you can’t read what is clearly said in the text: “RUKIA AND I had grown so distant from each other, WE drifted so far apart,  WE avoided not only eye contact but crossing each others’ path”, then what kind of reading comprehension you have. 

Renji is saying in that panel that were BOTH who avoided the other, that were BOTH who drifted apart. Renji doesn’t consider himself the only one who did this. He thinks that were BOTH of them, Renji and Rukia.  And the scene where Renji says this, shows the panel where Rukia is running away from him, so this is related to Rukia being upset and disappointed with Renji because he let her go.

But, besides, that Rukia had drifted apart from Renji too had already been implied before in this scene in chapter 144, so chapter 682 only clearly confirmed it:

Kira said that Rukia knew it herself, that they had a very different social status, so here Kira is implying that she had already avoided Renji’s path by herself, by her own decision, so Rukia hadn’t tried to get in touch with Renji either, because Kira knew that Rukia had kept herself away from Renji too. And not only that, but in this scene Renji had thought to have some sort of contact or relationship with her, even though he said later, in chapter 682, that were both of them who had avoided each others’ paths, and so Renji finally chose not to go near her, but Renji’s first intention wasn’t to avoid her path. And in that scene Renji is looking at her longingly, so Renji didn’t avoid to look at her either, but she didn’t look back at him (if she really noticed his presence).

People forget that Rukia had been very upset with Renji when he didn’t tell her to stay with him, that she had the gesture of removing his hand and running away from Renji, which implied a breakdown of their relationship on Rukia’s part:

Kubo and Morita’s impressions about that scene, and its influence in Rukia and Renji’s relationship later, also confirm this:

Kubo- That episode was really amazing! (commenting anime episode 32) Renji and Rukia, those 2 acting performance gave me the chills, and the last “yeah” by Morita-san was also exciting. In that episode, there was a scene where Rukia, played by Orikasa-san, made a shudder run through me for the first time. When Renji put his hands on Rukia’s shoulders, Rukia said, “…I see… Thanks.” and removed his hand. I was thrilled and surprised at the way she said “I see”. It made me think, “Wow! So this is what was going on!”

Morita- Rukia’s words “I see” are the starting point that characterizes how the relationship between Renji and Rukia develops after this. Hence, if not enough emotion is put into those words, the story that follows would seem rather shallow.

People also forget that was Rukia the one who said sorry to Renji because she hadn’t shared her burdens, her problems, with him, not only now, with the problems of her execution, but during the past years, since that she had removed his hand and ran away from him. Because of that, she has the gesture of gripping to him, a gesture contrary to her removing his hand. It’s a gesture of reconciliation:

So, here it’s implied that Rukia was aware of that she had avoided Renji, and in chapter 682 is finally confirmed. And Kubo didn’t put a similar scene of Renji saying sorry to Rukia, because of the years of their separation, because Renji’s main mistake had been other. Renji’s main mistake had been to let her go to be adopted, he had upset Rukia with his decision of letting her go, and so that is the mistake that Kubo gave Renji a scene to fix it:

People shouldn’t be surprised that Renji and Rukia ended up together, married, because Renji finally said that he wasn’t going to let Rukia go. So Renji finally said what Rukia wanted to hear, what Rukia would have wanted to hear that time when she received the adoption offer, because that was what Rukia had felt upset with him, that he let her go. And he sure fulfilled this promise, and BOTH fulfilled their wishes, because BOTH wanted to end up together, in a romantic relationship, married.

And I’m not saying this to make Rukia look bad, because, in my opinion, that Rukia was shown as a human being, like any person, feeling hurt, disappointed and angry at someone, and being able to make mistakes too, makes her a more realistic and relatable character. In my opinion is a point in her favor to show these feelings. And Rukia had every right to feel upset and disappointed with Renji, especially and because he was a very important person to her, so she had many expectations put on him, but was also a mistake on her part, because it was a drastic and a very long separation, she had to have thought in trying to fix this situation of their relationship. Like was a mistake that Renji let her go to be adopted, and also not to have tried, not only thought, to talk to her before his appoinment as vice captain.

In fact, some people don’t like to analyze why Rukia acted in her past with Renji in the way she did, because then they would have to admit that Renji was more important to Rukia than what they want to admit, even important in the way that they don’t want to admit. So they solve this conflict simply blaming Renji for everything, even not really reading what is clearly written in the manga, so, in their eyes, Rukia can continue looking perfect, because, apparently, to be imperfect, like any person, demotes her character. So Rukia can show what great person she is forgiving Renji, he is the only one who made mistakes, even though in the manga was Rukia who said sorry to Renji, and in the manga is said that were both who avoided each others’ path, and in the manga were both of them who made mistakes. I don’t like at all this fanon and boring version of Rukia.

Millenials Are Getting Fucked

And your apathy is making it worse.

Before we get started with the harder stuff, let’s look at the time period which gave birth to millennials, and what the future looked like for them then.

Millennials, or Generation Y, broadly defined, is the generation born between 1980 to 2000.

If you’re one, as you likely are, the above video may tug on your heart strings a bit.

You may remember the feeling of broad optimism that accompanied this time period, a sort of can-do attitude. And why shouldn’t we have been optimistic? We had a cool president presiding over a booming economy. The internet and technology continued to dazzle us with new innovations every day. Our eyes were firmly set on the future, and it was reflected in our music, our fashion, and our culture. What sort of things would the year 2000 bring? We weren’t entirely sure, but the vast majority of adults (81%) were relentlessly positive about the future.

From the same 1999 Pew survey on American attitudes:

There was a booming dot com business, amazing new technology suddenly in everyone’s home, a lively space program, radical new fashions, rising living standards… The list goes on.

Even our decor and fabrics reminded us of our bright future.

Unfortunately, things changed. Many of the predictions of the time did come to pass, but our optimism waned.

Where did things change? What went wrong?

The dotcom bubble burst. Growth slowed to a standstill. NASA retired the space shuttles. Few people standing in Times Square on New Year’s Eve of 1999 could imagine that just two years later, a few blocks down, a terrorist attack would bring the Twin Towers crashing down. George W. Bush was elected in a contentious, bitter election. Two new wars were started, one after the other. Another massive financial crash set us back even further.

What else changed between then and now? Let’s begin.

This is Old Economy Steve:

Funny, right? Well, if you’re reading this, probably not. Or if you’re between the age of 16-25, for that matter. The unemployment rate among 16- to 24-year-olds is more than twice the national unemployment rate, which is currently 6.3 percent, and they hav have been in double digits for nearly six years. Though young adults represent only 13.5% of the workforce, they now account for 26.4% of unemployed workers.

Having a summer job used to be the norm for teens, which put them on a path towards gainful employment later in life. Not anymore.

Millennials are more stressed, earning less income, more indebted, less trusting, more underemployed and have worse employment prospects nationally, overall than at any time since World War 2. The number of millennials living at home is at record highs and rising. Gen Y’s diminished economic prospects, wealth and income prevents them from buying large assets which can become more valuable over time, like houses or mortgages, which damages the broader economy and recovery. Of the few millennials that have jobs, most are part time, and pay worse wages than they would have in 1980. 4 in 5 recent college grads did not have jobs lined up after graduation, regardless of their degree.

As these charts succinctly illustrate, the average net worth of generation Y/X is down or stagnant and takes us longer to achieve, millennials are the most poorly prepared for retirement, have higher levels of debt, had their net worth hit the hardest by the Great Recession, and that young people in America have not really gained in net worth over time.

The Vox chart is from June 3, 2014, for the record. Date your charts, Ezra Klein.

It’s cold comfort that the price of consumer electronics etc have plummeted while college tuition has risen astronomically. At least you can play Candy Crush while working at Starbucks to pay off your student loans! This is great news! For debt collectors.

A recent poll of more than 500 H.R. managers found that they were three times as likely to hire older workers as millennials. There’s been a rebound in the housing market, but it’s left millennials behind. A similar trend can be seen in the stock market, as recession-scarred millennials have grown more risk averse at the exact time in their lives they SHOULD be taking more risk, further depriving them of lifetime economic gains. The economic age disparity is especially prevalent among the long term unemployed (those who have been unemployed for 27 weeks or more). Long term unemployment can be difficult trap to escape, as employers openly discriminate against those unemployed for 6 months or longer. More than a third (36%) of recent college grads with jobs are working in positions that don’t require a degree (AKA mal-employment). In 2000, the mal-employment rate was less than 28%.

All of this has long-lasting damage on both the individual job-seeker and the market they hope to fit into. Early unemployment leads to decreased wages for the individual, and decreased spending on the consumer side, deflating the economy. By one calculation, young Americans aged 20 to 24 will lose about $21.4 billion in earnings over the next 10 years. That’s roughly $22,000 less per person than they could have expected had they not suffered through the recession. The average net worth of someone 29 to 37 has fallen 21 percent since 1983; the average net worth of someone 56 to 64 has more than doubled. And they’ll likely never earn them back.

Or, in TL;DR, easily consumed chart form:

The impact of this is plain and obvious to see. Young people across the world are either protesting in the streets, or dreaming more modest, more cautious dreams. 40 per cent of jobless young people have faced […] suicidal thoughts, feelings of self-loathing and panic attacks – as a direct result of unemployment. Nearly 10,000 people followed through on those thoughts, by one estimate. Among all 18- to 34-year-olds, fully half (49%) say they have taken a job they didn’t want just to pay the bills, with 24% saying they have taken an unpaid job to gain work experience. And more than one-third (35%) say that, as a result of the poor economy, they have gone back to school. Their personal lives have also been affected: 31% have postponed either getting married or having a baby (22% say they have postponed having a baby and 20% have put off getting married). One-in-four (24%) say they have moved back in with their parents after living on their own.

There is a real danger of a lost generation, not just in America, but all over the world.

If you were born in 1988 and graduated in 2008, the financial odds are just not on your side. And it’s all due to an “avoidable” recession you likely had no part in creating, but endured the negative effects of nonetheless. And if you’re younger or even a bit older, you’re still likely suffering from reduced pay and economic prospects due to nothing more than the timing of your life.

Or, in other words:

So where’s all the outrage? The fanfare? The media attention? The politicians addressing this issue? The talking heads on the news paying it lip service? Don’t they know how much is to be gained, or lost, from millennials’ involvement in this economy, or lack thereof?

Oh, people have been paying attention alright. Just not how you might think. Or who.

Indeed. Far from being understanding and sympathetic, many of those in the news media have taken to branding millennials as “the me me” generation. And Time is still at it.

Even Dr. Phil gets in on the fun:

In a single year, the NYTimes devoted no less than 30 none-too-friendly articles covering the legendary millennial. Far from being sympathetic to the uniquely terrible economic circumstances millennials are expected to carve out a life for themselves within, much of popular media turned instead to the tired tropes of the dangers of coddling, narcissism and decrying dreaming big dreams as “deluded”. And don’t forget the whole thing about trophies. Big beer struggling? Fucking millennials.

So what has the response been? Surely no generation could take this insult and injury lying down, right?

Sadly, you’d be exactly wrong. The response has been utter civic and political abdication. A landmark national survey by University of Texas at Austin journalism professor Paula Poindexter found that millennials couldn’t care less about the news. Going a step beyond even apathy, millennials describe the news as “garbage, lies, one-sided, propaganda, repetitive and boring.” The majority of millennials do not feel being informed is important. Pew corroborates these findings:

Indeed. A disproportionate amount of young people have taken leave of politics and interest in government completely, becoming “bystanders”, 38% of which are under 30. From the same survey: “64% of Bystanders are interested in celebrities and entertainment (vs. 46% of the public). And, in a sign of their youth, they are drawn to video games: 35% call themselves a “video or computer gamer” (vs. 21% of the public).

Even during the insane media circus that was the 2012 election, which saw $2 billion spent ostensibly on voter outreach, only 37% of Americans said they were following closely. In an election that we were told time and time again was historic, 94 million people simply stayed home. Barack Obama ended up winning with 65,915,796 vote. Mitt Romney with 60,933,500. A little less than 5,000,000 people made the difference for the entire election. Miraculously, young peopled turned out. In a slight increase from 2008, 19% of young people voted in 2012, up from 2008’s 18%. That was enough to prove decisive and hand Obama the election. If young people hadn’t shown up in the numbers they did, America would have a different president today.

Indeed, is it any question why our politics naturally trend towards policies which benefit the old when they vote at such higher rates? 

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The average age of Congress is at all time highs as well. The average Senator is 62 years old - and the average Representative 57. And despite polling better with young people, the older party of the two, is, on average, the Democrats.

On January 3, 2013, nine members of the House were in their 80s, 32 members in their 70s, 137 in their 60s, 141 members in their 50s, 82 members in their 40s and 33 members in their 30s. The current youngest Senator is in his 40s. The majority are in their 60s and 70s.

It should come as no surprise that this same Congress consistently votes down measures that would benefit the young. Homeowners can refinance their loans, students can’t. Attempts at changing this have died in this same Senate. Same with attempts to raise the minimum wage. Notice a trend here?

Millennials, and indeed all of America deserves better than the current Congress. But they’re not likely to get it. Despite record high frustration with Congress, the presidency, both political parties, the status quo, the way things are headed, and nearly all facets of American civic, political, social and economic life, America is on the verge of re-electing its most hated Congress in decades.

How is that possible?

The sad truth is that every politician is exactly as craven, as numbers-driven, and cynical as you likely believe they are. Why address issues that largely inconvenience and debilitate the young when they’re not likely to vote anyway? Or even read about it in the newspaper? Social Security cuts have proven to be a "third rail” of American politics. Funding for education on the other hand, is an entirely different story. The AARP, a 37-million-strong interest group representing retirees, has been referred to as “the 900 pound invisible gorilla in the room”. Only the U.S. Chamber of Commerce and Exxon Mobil spent more on lobbying in 2008, clocking in at a healthy $27,900,000.

There are clear financial and political gains to be made by reaching out to America’s seniors. Their priorities are better represented simply because they show up on election days in higher numbers, and more consistently at that. This simple concept extends across the American political spectrum. There is an enormous gap between the views of who *can* vote in America, and who actually does.

In January of 2014, billionaire and venture capitalist Tom Perkins made headlines with a letter to the editor published in (where else?) The Wall Street Journal, which read: “Writing from the epicenter of progressive thought, San Francisco, I would call attention to the parallels of fascist Nazi Germany to its war on the "one percent”, namely its Jews, to the progressive war on the American one percent, namely the “rich”.

On a separate occasion, a month or so later, Perkins advanced some ideas regarding the reformation of the American voting system.

“The Tom Perkins system is: You don’t get to vote unless you pay a dollar of taxes,” Perkins said.

“But what I really think is, it should be like a corporation. You pay a million dollars in taxes, you get a million votes. How’s that?”

What a ridiculous idea! It was met with widespread criticism and scorn from across the political and journalistic spectrum. The company which he cofounded was quick to distance themselves from him.

Well, in a way, this is already happening. Millionaires are disproportionately well represented amongst our representatives: “If millionaires in the United States formed their own political party, that party would make up just 3 percent of the country, but it would have a majority in the House of Representatives, a filibuster-proof super-majority in the Senate, a 5 to 4 majority on the Supreme Court and a man in the White House. If working-class Americans — people with manual-labor and service-industry jobs — were a political party, that party would have made up more than half of the country since the start of the 20th century, but its legislators (those who last worked in blue-collar jobs before getting into politics) would never have held more than 2 percent of the seats in Congress.” In the 2008 presidential election, turnout among voters making $150,000 or more was 78%. Turnout among voters making less than $15,000 was 41%.

In the United States, voter turnout for the top 20% of the population is an estimated 75%, whereas the participation rate of the bottom 20% is an estimated 53%. This 22 percentage point difference is much higher than the OECD average difference of 11 percentage points and points to shortcomings in the political mobilization of the worst-off. 

Studies show that people of color, young people, and lower-income people move more often, leaving them more vulnerable to not being properly registered to vote. This could be remedied by better election practices which streamlined the process such as making election day a national holiday (and not on a Tuesday), enacting same day-registration, but these will never happen and never be enacted because of the demographics. The fact that we don’t have a universal system of voter registration essentially renders American democracy “opt-in,” rather than “opt out.” Opting out is the default setting.

As a matter of fact, by nearly every single metric, the wealthy engage more in American politics. Is it any wonder the problems of the poor, the young, the and others who were especially hard hit by the financial crash have gone ignored for so long? These are the stakes; Millennial unemployment is almost 50% higher than the national average. The wealth that the middle class accumulated after the 1940s is gone, after shrinking for three decades. In a single generation college has gotten twelve times more expensive. The recovery young people should be benefiting from has largely created terrible, low wage jobs. The jobs reports sound sunny, but an examination of the demographic breakdown is positively gloomy. Student loan debt is on the brink of becoming a national crisis. The Labor Department allows for-profit companies to take advantage of unpaid labor in the form of internships through inaction. Internships, which, by the way, might actually make you less employable. Unpaid internships and unemployment are such a core part of the millennial experience that cynical art has been made merely to cope.

The “sharing economy”, often held up as a symbol of millennial resourcefulness and ingenuity was born out of one simple thing: desperation. And if the best we can do is a gig economy, things are quite grim indeed. A job site for running small errands for $20 or less is no way to build a future. For all the talk about start ups, the US is significantly less entrepreneurial than it was over a decade ago. This is an era of growth without jobs. How can people be so surprised that the national conversation seems so distant when such an enormous portion of the country willfully chooses to exclude themselves from it? The discussion around inflation makes it seem an imminent, pressing crisis when the reality couldn’t be further. Corporations have more cash than ever, and yet, are instead paying off their shareholders rather than reinvesting it into the economy. It would take the world’s richest man 220 years to spend his wealth. The number of billionaires in the world has doubled since the 2008 financial crash. Yet, where is the discussion of any of the topics mentioned in this post? They’re not happening, because the people who it would address (and the likely readers of this post) are outside of the room where it’s being held. And they are tragically uninformed and disengaged.

And, it’s consistent with a decades long trend:

This mirrors another trend, although obviously correlation does not imply causation.

Even in more exciting, higher budget presidential elections, the trajectory for participation of young people is down:

And people that are more partisan/fixed in their beliefs are also more likely to vote, and donate to campaigns, giving them disproportionate influence:

You can literally watch the middle ground erode within your own lifetime:

As our politics grow increasingly dysfunctional and mismatched, apathy increases.

It’s not just the middle ground that is disappearing, either.

One might be inclined to argue that voting only endorses a broken system, and while there is merit to that argument, it also makes the most ideological, partisan voices that much louder.

Some people don’t need to be convinced to vote. They will vote every single year, in every single election, rain or shine, and even if you stop voting, they will not. Ever. And those people are disproportionately partisan. The above poll, for the record, references the upcoming November 2014 midterms. And if the generational turnout trends keep in line with those of the 2010 midterm, well…

No third party is coming to the rescue. Often, third party candidates aren’t even allowed to enter the debate. Besides, how many Americans are even familiar with one? Although Americans have consistently claimed they want a third party, nearing all time high levels of support. However, the system itself, lacking direct proportional representation keeps them from gaining traction. And most people simply don’t pay attention to their existence, or call themselves supporters.

If you were truly concerned about how much your vote mattered, it would be logical to vote in the election in which the fewest people are likely to vote. Or in the election that most directly effected your immediate area, state and county elections for example. Yet, the exact opposite is true. Politics and the news move in cycles, and so does interest.

A perfect example of this is here, revealed through Google’s trustworthy Trends tool:

Midterm elections may not be as sexy, but they matter just as much, if not more than, presidential elections. The fact that there is open speculating about 2016 contenders with the November elections around the corner shows how much more attention goes towards presidential elections. And putting your favorite candidate in the White House isn’t going to change much.

It’s a self-reinforcing doom loop. Shared ideals and goals disappear. Productivity nosedives. Government becomes a bad word. The conversations grow more fruitless. Attempts at changing things go nowhere. Failures are brutal, public and visible. And people just tune out. As more and more of the country stays home on election days, ideological voices grow louder and louder, and politicians must increasingly rely on them to win election, and reelection.

And it certainly doesn’t help that those whose voices need to be heard the most are often some of the least informed.

Uninformed? Excuse you! I’ll have you know I–

Save it. Few people take well to being challenged directly on their political beliefs. Unfortunately, that’s exactly the problem. You are biased. You likely believe things which are incorrect. Even your memories are probably wrong. The dawn of the information age and the penetration of the internet hasn’t changed this, and in fact, has made it worse in some ways. We know the basic story, but don’t bother with the specifics. We are all confident idiots.

This is a worn narrative, but that just goes to show how long it’s been left unaddressed.

When it comes to personal finances, history and civics, science, income inequality, laws on the books…. 64% of Americans do not own a valid passport. Hence, more than half the country has never even seen the world outside of America. This is due to geographic AND scheduling purposes. And the sad truth is, that if you’re young, you likely aren’t consuming much news either. And if there’s roughly the same amount of millennials as baby boomers, why don’t millennials wield the same political power or media influence? The sad truth is that even if given a position of power and influence, or even just a soap box, many young Americans wouldn’t have very much to say. They simply don’t care. In 2010, over half of the youth polled in advance of the midterm elections didn’t register to vote because they weren’t interested.

That’s at least 38.5 million young people who simply did not care enough to register. Given that the second biggest reason is deadline-oriented, it would be reasonable to implement same-day registration across the nation to remove this excuse. That being said, when 38.5 million people willfully prefer exclusion and apathy from politics, the system can only be blamed so much. And in a time when their national unemployment rate is 40%-50% above the national average, you really have to wonder why. To a degree, our increasingly dysfunctional system shapes the views of those who bear the brunt of its mistakes. But that’s not the only reason.

Most people claim they care about “real,” hard news, but their reading and viewing habits say otherwise. CNN’s ridiculous coverage of MH370 saw their biggest ratings of the year, and some of the broadest interest in a news story in years. Broad ignorance is desirable for some.

The reality is that most people treat serious hard journalism as a niche hobby, akin to watching NASCAR. 30% of Americans can’t name a single right protected by the First Amendment. Only 53% correctly identified the Democrats as being in control of Congress, with 15% picking the GOP– and 32% not even able to venture a guess. This may be explained in part due to the large and growing pay gap between journalists and PR people. Also, that PRs outnumber journalists in the US by a ratio of 4.6 to 1, though I imagine that’s more a reflection of priorities than anything else.  Despite the fact that telling you this is likely to cause you to disagree even more intensely, these are issues that affect all of us, together.

One report from a youth advocacy group called the Young Invincibles, measuring only lowered tax revenue and safety net costs, found that high unemployment among millennials, ages 18-34, costs the U.S. more than $25 billion annually. What little recovering this economy has done is lbeing undone by this unaddressed economic calamity. And it’s being left unaddressed because its a unsexy, uninteresting, not imminently-life threatening issue.

The worst thing? All this can change.

If young people in America voted at rates of even 40-50%, we would be living in a different country today. The same is true across demographics. It doesn’t stop there, though. Being an active, educated, informed, vigilant citizen, and dare I say running for office would make big changes too. Unpaid internships could be a thing of the past, as they already are in many other similar countries. Congress wouldn’t dare go on recess with their constituents in such a sorry state, if they knew it would mean their jobs. Why can you refinance a mortgage but not a student loan? How come attempts to rectify this die quiet deaths, out of the headlines? How can you change Washington without meaningfully interacting with it? Textbook price gouging could end tomorrow. It could be significantly easier to file taxes. With crumbling infrastructure, idle workers, and low interest rates, some see nothing but opportunity. Corporate subsidies could end. This “lost generation” could get back on track. America could get a much-needed raise. NSA surveillance could end. Voting is not the only step, but it is an important first one, and it is habit forming. And it would change things, especially in midterm elections where less people vote overall. The obscene and growing inequality holding back America’s growth will never get addressed with our current rates of engagement. Growth without jobs and profits without prosperity could end. The stock market may be booming, but most of us know better.

Simply put, your priorities could be reflected in your government. It looks grim, but those of us who grew up in and lived through the 90s know that nothing lasts forever. And that our government, and indeed, all world governments, can accomplish some truly great things. And honestly, it’s not as bad as it looks.

We know things are bad. But we also know that they were once better.

Ronald Reagan once said “all great change in America begins at the dinner table.” Voting too much trouble? Just pick up a newspaper and read a few stories. That too time consuming? Just try and start a conversation with some friends, or even strangers, about their politics, and see what they think is right. Too difficult to sort out good journalism from bad? I’ll do it for you. All it takes is a few small gestures and actions, and a bit of reading and conversation to get your political consciousness forming. And once you’re informed, active, and organized, you will be unstoppable.

And hey, maybe if done quick enough, we can stop this 90s revival dead in its tracks. It really wasn’t that cool of a time anyways.

See you in 2018.

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Hey! I was wondering if you could kindly wrote me a medival!luhan au. So it's about Luhan being the angel-faced(but manly ofc) bodyguard of the princess, who doesn't want to be one (she's really good at hunting and all). About the romance though, it's up to you! Surprise me with your amazing writing skills! Thanks in advance♥

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A/N: Soundtrack to this drabble: ♩♪♪♩♬♫ ♩ ♩. 

Saudade (Portuguese): The feeling of longing for someone that you love and is lost. Another linguist describes it as a “vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist.”

You held your breath as you spotted your prey amidst the trees in the woods. You carefully reached behind you to grab an arrow and tightened your fingers around your bow. Lining the arrow up and carefully situating yourself towards your target, you felt a rush of exhilaration when you finally let the arrow fly.

You release a loud cheer of excitement when the arrow struck the deer down and spun around to the figure behind you. You were immediately granted the look of approval you had anticipated and you beamed at him before rushing over.

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Claire: Dane and I don’t have any secrets from each other. We’ve been best friends since high school.

Sonia: So what kind of things have you been telling him about me?

Dane has disappeared into the bathroom with a magazine and a cup. Sonia is glad Claire’s stereo is loud. She’s reminded of one time at the fertility clinic when Roy was required to provide a sample, and she asked him half-jokingly whether he yelled out her name at the point of ejaculation. No, he said, he yelled out his own name. He laughed after he said it, but she was inclined to believe him. Most of the time she thinks Roy would have been much better off if he’d just married himself.

Claire: I told him how I wished you’d leave your cheating bastard of a husband and come and live with me. 

Sonia feels her insides melting into a warm honeyed goo.

Sonia: Oh, Claire. That’s lovely of you to say, but-

Claire: It’s okay. I know it’s just a fantasy. I’m not completely deluded. A girl can dream, right?

what if pearl decides to try sleeping again so she can dream of rose (sans greg and pizza) and she gets addicted to it and always wants to be in her dreams with rose instead of awake and she starts deluding herself because the dreams start to feel more and more real to her and i am describing the plot of my favorite futurama episode, literally this is it except in the futurama episode leela’s in a coma and there are space bees, what if the crystal gems fight SPACE BEES and theyre GIANT and live on a HIVE PLANET

Ever Winter

Tightrope traipsing the cusp of their uncertainty
they close their eyes and pray it all goes away
their dark dreams deluded with senses polluted
they’re told stop crying, now run along and play

As the mirror’s reflection reveals their rejection 
always articulate actors assimilating their roles
no songs to sing, their hearts yearn for spring
while sadly it remains ever winter in their souls

we walk across a broken room; one step, and another on cotton feathers flung, screaming about destruction from between our bloodied teeth. [i am a mess, in screeches through the doors- in a push and pull of staying, and leaving / the dreams of a naive girl on the edge of the bed, now hanging upside down / she says the ache has gone. the hunger muffled in knotted stomachs. the quivering mouth, from the cold; thawed heart / heart burn- hurts. the empty; dust / rust] like us- eroding at the very seams of its skin. the ribs hold no better. the lungs, lost between these fights, as we apologise to our bodies in guilt; i am sorry for every disaster, that came without warning. my urgency is deluded by dreams of painless existence [standing on table tops, and jumping- for not having the courage for anything higher, i say trust me, i’m okay; my feet never hit the ground / more apologies; i am sorry. i am sorry. i am sorry] we breathe making a story out of every word, to hide what we carry [this destruction is only seemingly a part of me] we are ostrich winged / in love with misery. 

Together We Stand (TW: for content: it’s a littler darker than any BC drabble I’ve written thus far)

Rainfall, Clarke quickly discovered, was a whisper of a drop, then a waterfall, pounding down upon you. When she had fantasized about rain, it was always a slowly descending sheet that blanketed her, suffusing her body with the sensation. Of course, Clarke had been wrong, much like all of her other assumptions about earth. It was sick really, that what she felt now was so reminiscent of that deluded day dream.


It cocooned her, glueing her to the spot as tendrils of jitters teased her nerves and severed her stomach from where it sat within her. She felt it fall to her feet, only adding to the weight keeping her feet from moving. Now hollow, something akin to the frigid void of space sucked at her insides, ripping them apart and letting the shreds rot. 

Yet the ground wanted more from her than just her feet, and soon she was falling to the forest floor, and even though her knees were cushioned by the decaying foliage, she felt tremors race up her thighs and to the base of her neck where her throat clenched, trying to keep more than just her lunch down.

The girl was only thirteen or so, and while Clarke had never interacted with her outside of the casual hello and an examination of a badly scraped knee, the girl was important to her. She was a life, and life meant something here. 

On a bed of crushed berries- no, not berries- it was too red, too metallic in scent- she rested, her hands warred with the gaping whole in her torso for possession of something metal that curled in on itself, its charred edges leaving ragged pits on her tiny palms. Beside Greta lay a two-headed rabbit, posed in the same way, with a smaller piece of metal sticking from it’s chest.

Instantly, Clarke recognized the objects as a tiles from the outside of the dropship. This meant something, she knew, but the arrow sticking out of the tree above the girl’s head- Greta, she forced herself to say. Her name was Greta- kept a piece of parchment from floating away on the wind, far away from where it waved like a banner for the dead that haunted the woods, welcoming a new soul to its ranks.

Only seven letters were visible, but that’s really all she needed to see.


This was a message.

Clarke shook so hard she felt she would rip apart and become food for the trees that hid monsters that wanted more than just to kill her. 

Grounders had been in their camp- they had to have been, in order to get the tiles from the spaceship- and they had known who the weakest links were. Mount Weather was salvation to the Hundred, and the Grounders showed just how far gone the group of criminals was.

Her lungs heaved and fought against her sealed lips to get rid of the stale air that circulated repeatedly through her veins, denying her brain oxygen. 

Trees and leaves crunched and moved as the rest of the hunting party came up behind her. They crowded around her, passing past her like she was a rock in a stream, marking the start of white water and crushing currents. 

“Greta!” Jasper’s voice was thick with emotion and knowing- he knew the way it felt to be stabbed through the chest and put on display, used to garner the demise of your friends.

Clarke’s lungs heaved and fought against her sealed lips to get rid of the stale air that circulated repeatedly through her veins, denying her brain oxygen. She snapped.

“No, no, no, no, no, no.” She repeated the mantra incoherently, praying to who the fuck knew that if she said the word enough times, Greta would stand up, rip the shrapnel from her chest, and continue on. 

How did Clarke fix this? How does an eighteen year old girl with only months of experience get over a death and continue on? War got them into this mess, driving from earth, and now earth was calling them back, demanding blood be paid again. She did not know war tactics. Earth skills did not teach you how to properly bury a body or create a fortress or fashion weapons against unseen enemies.

“Bellamy,” she whispered, the whites of her eyes swallowing the color of her irises. 

His name wasn’t a thought. It wasn’t something her body processed. It was her heart clenching in her chest, the thoughts racing around her head, the fear she felt. 

“Bellamy!” She roared it, needing him here, now. Desperately, she called his name, stumbling to her feet, pushing through the crowd of people, choking on the sobs that decided that now was time to blur her vision, after she had already seen the thing that would haunt her until she could no longer see.

And then he was there, running towards her with his mouth twisted in a grin line. 

“Clarke! Clarke! I’m here,” he pulled her into his arms, not caring that this was more intimate than any of their past interactions. 

She needed him, and he did not question his body reacting to that. 

When it came down to it, he and Clarke were in this together, in all the ways two people could be.

“They- they were in our camp. They killed her. Bellamy! Oh my god, they were in our camp! Grounders. Mount Weather, Bell. They know about Mount Weather-”

“Calm down, princess.” He shook her hard, letting her hands dig into his biceps- anything that would keep her standing and focused. “We will figure this out once we get her back to camp.” Bellamy turned to face everyone else, “Once we all get back to camp.”

Sparing a glance back towards the dead child- because wasn’t that what they all were?- he took it all in. The dead rodent was a taunt, telling the Hundred just who was prey and who was the hunter.

Getting floated suddenly seemed the way to go.

Clarke needed him though, and he scooped her up in his arms and strode back to camp, making sure the watch doubled up and stationed men more frequently around the perimeter.

The princess was heavy in his arms, but not as heavy as the weight of another casualty of a war he didn’t sign up for. Bellamy hated himself for even jokingly entertaining the notion that he was the self-proclaimed king of earth. He was no more a monarch than Clarke, for all his nicknames and allusions aside. On this planet, they were an invasive species that the natives wanted to exterminate.

Mother Nature wore a crown of trees, and Bellamy knew now that they were decorative gems of pale opal, and She wouldn’t rest until they were all bleeding red rubies.  

They reached his tent and he guided Clarke to a standing position, his hands hovering around her like satellites dying to break orbit and return home.

Bellamy decided then- when Clarke’s eyes sought his and asked him silently to make this okay- that they wouldn’t let a group of barbarians take anymore people from them. No, they would prevail. 

A bigger wall was needed, and more weapons, but that was all secondary. What mattered to their survival was Clarke’s deep, calming breaths, and her fingers fitting between Bellamy’s. They were together, and together they would figure it out. 

For now though… for now he would steal oxygen from his enemies, and use that coveted air to return a sentiment to the only person on this planet that he could move forward with.

“I need you, Clarke.”

Fic: Any Port In A Storm

Title: Any Port In A Storm
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Nassau is the only port left in the Bahamas safe for the Spinner and its pirate crew, lead by the infamous and ruthless Captain Gold. The city is kept under a tight leash by Regina Mills’ criminal enterprise, but everyone knows the real power lies in the hands of the brothel’s Madam, a woman known only as Lacey, who holds sway over more than just the town.

A/N: Rumbelle pirates/Black Sails AU. No need to have watched Black Sails to understand this, though. And despite appearances, no, this is not a Golden Lace fic.

One, two, three, four… five

The gold clinks on the table as the coins rack up, stack by stack, row by row. A thousand pieces of eight, arranged in groups of ten, a small empire spread out on a desk that’s seen better days. It is comfort; it is security. Some men sing songs from their childhoods under their breath when the sea grows restive, the guns fire in the distance, or the rum hits them wrong. Others cling to fairy tale notions of a bright future beyond the Bahamas, of home and family back in England, or – even worse, more ridiculous than that – a wild and reckless sense of the present, of freedom and chaos for chaos’ sake.

Most men, when stripped to their barest selves in the hot, oppressive, fearful darkness of a ship’s hold or the Nassau beach, are idealists and dreamers at heart.

Captain Gold is a realist: he has not sung while sober in a decade, and does not delude himself with dreams of past, present or future. What comforts Gold is coin, his stolen namesake, stacked up in front of him in shimmering piles; meticulously calculated in his ledger.

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