have we gained

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Kelley’s End of 2017 moodboard… tag yourself 😂

Long distance relationships are hard.

Really hard.

And no one else quite understands.

There are more reasons to fight, to cry, to break up.

But distance also gives us a reason to love harder than any other couple should.

To fight harder, because in the end, we have something gain.

We have miles to fight through, and closeness to fight for.

We put our entire beings into these relationships, and although we may not hold hands as often, or hugs as often, or touch lips often, we will never take those things granted.

Each touch is special, each kiss cherished.

We may be separated by space and time, but the bond between couples who push through the hardest of time is the strongest.

There may be miles between, but there is no one closer.

At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare
—  Caitlin Moran

anonymous asked:

Why should we want to give people free college tuition and free this, and free that? That does nothing but make those who actually earn a college education less competitive in the job market because it'll become oversaturated with people who don't deserve degrees, having them. At the end of the day, there need to be people flipping burgers & tending to the garbage -- and no, they shouldn't make $15 an hour either.

Let me get this straight, we should not insure that we have an educated workforce because you are afraid of competition. Also, we need people to flip burgers and pick up garbage, but we should not pay them enough to live. 

There is one thing you are right about, minimum wage workers should not be making $15 an hour, they should be making more. We have made huge gains in productivity in this country on the backs of middle class and lower class workers. These gains in productivity means that a current minimum wage worker has to be doing more fiscally productive work throughout their shift than they had to 45+ years ago.

So why is it, that when adjusted for inflation, we are paying minimum wage workers less than their counterparts 45+ years ago made. They are doing more work and creating more in profits then their past counterparts, why do they deserve less? 

If the minimum wage had just kept pace with inflation since 1968 we would have a minimum wage of $10.90 right now.

If the minimum wage had kept place with productivity since 1968 we would have a minimum wage of $21.72

These facts lead me to some interesting questions you might want to consider. 

If the wealthy have been taking almost $14 per hour of work from each minimum wage worker, how much do you think they take from you?

If the minimum wage was $21.72 an hour, how much more do you think you would be compensated now if your boss knew you could go get a job flipping burgers for over $45,000 a year?

See when you argue that others people’s wages should be kept below a living wage, or below productivity increases all you are doing is arguing for a lower wage for yourself. 

Those minimum wage jobs act as competition for workers time. If they are paying enough to lure away good prospects from other jobs, the compensation for those other jobs must be raised if other companies want to retain the talent they have or to acquire new talent.  

As a consumer, options are good for you. The more options you have for work, the higher your wages are going to be. The more options you have in product choice, the lower you will pay for a good. 

These are simple economic truths. 

But if you want to still argue that all of our wages should be kept down because minimum wage workers don’t “deserve” $15 an hour, by all means, go ahead.

- @theliberaltony

an anon requested rize and kaneki getting along in an au and i am weak (so weak) for florist/tattoo artist au’s

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your regular reminder: Chalo and Priya are absolutely stunning.

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BoA: All the Pledis trainees have joined the final evaluation stage. What mentality will you have as you face the last evaluation?

Jonghyun: We considered a lot before we decided to appear on Produce 101. Now that we appeared on this show, we really do not regret it. We are extremely thankful for the support that we have gained, and we hope that we can show our best at each of our respective positions.  

HAPPY BIRTHDAY (shklance fic)

@shir-oh-no!!!! I wanted to do something you’d love for today so me @waffle-walks and @eleedoesart all got together to make something full of the stuff you love. This is just the first part to mine (I didn’t quite finish in time so I’ll post the rest later this week) but they both made arts for things later in this fic that they’ll be posting today as well! We hope you enjoy this lovely shklance fic and have a great day!!!

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The beachside club was packed with sweaty bodies grinding together to the music and Lance was having trouble finding Shiro. He knew his boyfriend would be okay wandering the place alone, but was starting to think the taller man has vanished from existence until he saw him stood by the bar looking like he was ordering drinks for the two of them.

Lance started making his way over but stopped when he felt someone grip his wrist lightly.

“Uh h-hey, wanna dance?”

 The guy talking was cute, slightly shorter than Lance himself, had dark hair tied back off his neck and kinda looked like he was dying in an oddly attractive way. His cheeks were flushed dark enough that it was visible even under the club’s flashing lights but that just highlighted the angular shapes of his face.

Fuck yeah Lance wanted to dance, he thought, the smile on his face growing into a flirtatious smirk.

“Sure,” and with that he let himself be pulled into the middle of the club as he ground against the new guy (who he quickly learnt was called Keith and looked really fucking hot in fishnet tights and a crop top). Lance wanted to put his mouth on those abs.

They ground against each other, feeling the rhythm of the club in their bodies, Keith pressing into Lance enthusiastically as they began to lose themselves in each other to the music.
Their faces pulled closer together as they danced until their lips met in a kiss full of want and their hands began to explore each other.

Lance had his hands tucked under the edge of Keith’s high waisted shorts and Keith had one hand buried in Lance’s hair by the time Shiro found them.

“Mind if I cut in here Lance, baby?”

The voice drew them apart, Lance with an incredibly satisfied smirk and Keith with confusion as he looked up at shiro.

“Uh, who are you?” Keith was beggining to dread the answer even as he asked.
Lance slid himself around the shorter man and hooked his chin over his shoulder to see Shiro as he replied.
“I’m his boyfriend of course,” Lance could tell Shiro was trying to hide the amusement in his voice.
Keith’s confusion grew at the lack of aggression until it clicked.

They planned this, maybe not meeting Keith specifically but they had definitely planned to meet someone that night and Keith decided he didn’t want to think too hard about if he liked that or not. What he did decide, checking out the two men with a fleeting glance, was that whatever they were planning to do, he was definitely in.

“Oh,” Keith said eloquently, “Ohhhhh,” his eyes were wide and he could practically feel lance’s grin next to his face at his obvious realisation. They were both interested in him. Together.

“I take it you’ve figured this out then babe?” Lance was practically glowing with excitement as he spoke lowly into Keith’s ear.
Keith felt his face pull into its own smile as he replied.

“Fuck yeah,” he looked up at Shiro just as the taller man leant down and pressed his lips against Keith’s kiss bruised ones.

This kiss was different because where Lance had enthusiasm and arousal, Shiro had a teasing tongue, something that pulled noises out of Keith that he had never heard himself make before.

As their mouths worked together he felt Lance’s hands start to explore his body again, slow and soft they slipped underneath the waistband of his fishnets.

 Keith moaned softly as the two men ground into him from both sides and his body tried to decide which direction it was going to press itself towards.

“Wanna come back to our hotel? It’s really close by,” Shiro panted out eventually, pulling their lips apart.

Keith could only nod his head in awe of the situation and let himself be dragged from the club and into a taxi to the couple’s hotel.

What a night he was in for.

*** tbc ***

A Life in the Houses

1st House – here we’re born, we’re thrust forward into the light after leaving the safety of the womb and each new experience is bright and vibrant. The world around us stimulates and every need comes bubbling up as a visceral experience that demands our immediate and undivided attention.

2nd House – in the second house we come to the realization that we are physically incarnate. We gain awareness of our primordial possession, our body. After this we reach outward and begin to grasp at each new thing. Exploring our new world through sensory experience and as we continue to amass belongings we become attached which provides us the unique feeling of security.

3rd House – having gained mobility we begin to explore. Every encounter is a question, every novelty a chance for learning. We begin to learn how to manipulate with our hands, we learn to speak, to brush our teeth, we’re potty trained, we interact with siblings and learn by expedition. Language and thought begin to structure our reality and provide us the tools we need for understanding.

4th House – familiarity breeds safety and security, and identity begins to set in. We are who our family is and our roots extend from them into our rich past. Here we find stability and structure, and we begin to identify with our inner world. The environment that becomes so familiar is imprinted and we take it forward with us into life as cultural inheritance.

5th House – we begin to play, to create, we laugh and scream, and all the world becomes a stage for our self-expression. Breathing life into creativity allows us to share the rich inner depth that was formed within the 4th House. We exclaim, “THIS IS ME!!” and we expect others to accept us and laud our creative exploits because they are surely as perfect and vibrant as we are.

6th House – the positive reception that we were so sure of in the 5th House turns out to be criticism. Here we recognize that not everything that we do is perfect, and the process of refinement and self-reflection begins. The mortality of our bodies comes forward, and we learn that we must care for and refine the physical vessels that we possess. Those creative pursuits that we prioritized must become practical and productive in order to sustain us.

7th House – here we meet the ‘other’, and all of the things that we reject about ourselves are mirrored back to us. We learn how to cooperate with others because we cannot escape their thoughts and feelings about us. We begin to form lasting relationships with them and we share ideas, thoughts, and dreams. We strike bargains and work together in common interest. Sometimes we make enemies.

8th House – the relationships that formed in the previous house begin to deepen, and we relate to others more intimately. Secrets are shared, and in that moment we recognize power dynamics at play. Our relationships go south and our darkest parts are dragged to the surface in our pain. Here we are faced with death and loss, and we must come to terms with what these things mean to us.

9th House – having faced the deepest despair of losing those who are dear to us we begin to search for meaning in order to mend our broken hearts. We run far and wide in order to escape the pain, and in the process begin finding answers to the burning questions in our souls. Why do things die? What does it mean to be alive? Are we alone in the universe? Is there a God? If so do they care? We turn to philosophy, higher learning, and religion to answer these for us.

10th House – our search for meaning and purpose in life lead us far and wide. We saw so many different ways of living and so many different ideas of culture. This knowledge of death and life shows us that the only thing that permeates beyond the boundaries of death is legacy. We begin to work towards shaping the mark that we want to leave in the hearts of those we touch, and we try to establish a lasting impact in the world that will last beyond our mortal lifespan.

11th House – after working long and hard at building our legacy we begin to see the fruits of our labor. Our reputation builds and others want to connect with us in order to share in the work that we have done. They bring recognition and reward, and we’re able to create communities with our shared ideas in order to influence others.

12th House – the association with large groups of people lead us to contemplate the nature of mass spirituality. Where do we go when we die? What happens to our spirit? These things settle in as we near the end. We begin to live a more quiet and spiritual life, eventually being secluded from those associations we had previously prioritized. Death settles in like a fine mist and our spirit is washed away into the ether. We reflect on our life and wonder if we’ll get to do it all again…

Allure Korea July 2017 | Lee Jinki

(T/N: Please note that there might be something lost / errors in the translation. Thank you and enjoy!)

Q: This is your last night in Maldives. What are the most memorable things?
Onew:
First is playing outside. The nature is very very beautiful. Thanks to the villa I’m staying in I could see the ocean just by sitting leisurely, and I also could see it just by opening the curtain. In the morning or at night, my mind got calm when I saw the ocean from my villa. Next is doing sea activities. I didn’t know I could see a turtle this close!

Q: The villa is nice, right? Although the wind sound is a bit loud sometimes due to monsoon.
Onew:
I saw stingray come and go. The water level changes every hour. I get to know how deep is the water.

Q: What’s a good point of Minho as your travel buddy?
Onew:
As you see, Minho is always full of energy. I don’t know what I should do so I can’t decide. But Minho organizes the things that he wants to do. Minho’s good point, but also a weak point is that he has too much energy. (laughs)

Q: What did you put inside your suitcase?
Onew:
I brought four white t-shirts. I always leave some space.

Q: You’re still touring right? What concert is it?
Onew:
It’s overseas concert and we want to show it in high
quality just like what we did in Korea.

Q: You’re a concert veteran now, right? Are you still nervous when coming on the stage?
Onew:
No matter how many times I’ve experienced it, I’m always concerned about maintaining my stamina. However, I always fail at the first show. There is a moment where I burst out my energy explosively that I become so exhausted. Different situations also occur when I do the same performance several times, but I overcome them all as I exchange gaze with the members.

Q: Do you understand each other only by looking at their eyes now?
Onew:
Not everything, but I think Minho kind of knows. (laughs)

Q: Yesterday was your 9th debut anniversary right? How was the past 9 years?
Onew:
It’s short if it’s short, and it’s long if it’s long… I think the strongest point of a team is that it continues to exist. Our affection grows as we undergo things together over time.

Q: How have the members grown up?
Onew:
I think everyone has grown up into a good direction. As each of us are trying to find ourselves, individually, our area of capabilities have gradually become bigger. We gain synergy because of that.

Q: It seems that you care about the other members more because you’re the oldest?
Onew:
I just listen to them when they tell me something. I also whine a lot. Since we’ve been together for over 10 years, there are days when they are like the hyung, and there are also days when I’m like the hyung.

Q: When is the time when you feel it’s nice to have done this career for 9 years?
Onew:
Because we’re no longer rookies, it’s nice that we’re able to match each other.

Q: Is ‘A team that is always trustworthy’ a thing that comes across your mind when you think of SHINee? They’re like perfectionist at their performances and songs.
Onew:
Haha! When I’m working hard on a performance there are times when I don’t think much about it when it’s near the last stage.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Do you think fast food workers should be paid the same as EMTs?? Because here in California EMTs make $15/hr. EMTs are the people who ride in the ambulance to go save people's life's.

So, what you are telling me is that you think that if fast food workers get paid $15 an hour that everyone else’s wages would stay the same.

This line of thinking requires a lack of understanding of economics. That just isn’t how it works. If an EMT can quit and make the same money “flipping burgers” most of those EMT’s would leave their much more stressful jobs and go work for a fast food company. 

But EMT’s are still needed, Hospitals would lose massive revenues if there is no one to treat people on the way to the hospital. If the patient dies on the way to the hospital, they will have a hard time billing for treatments, since they cannot give any. As the number of EMT’s drops, it would become necessary for companies to pay EMT’s more so that they could attract and/or keep EMT’s. In turn, the wages for EMT’s would rise.

I have answered an ask similar to this in the past, so I am just going to quote myself:

“We have made huge gains in productivity in this country on the backs of middle class and lower class workers. These gains in productivity mean that a current minimum wage worker has to be doing more fiscally productive work throughout their shift than they had to 45+ years ago.

So why is it, that when adjusted for inflation, we are paying minimum wage workers less than their counterparts 45+ years ago made. They are doing more work and creating more in profits than their past counterparts, why do they deserve less?

If the minimum wage had just kept pace with inflation since 1968 we would have a minimum wage of $10.90 right now.

If the minimum wage had kept place with productivity since 1968 we would have a minimum wage of $21.72

These facts lead me to some interesting questions you might want to consider.

If the wealthy have been taking almost $14 per hour of work from each minimum wage worker, how much do you think they take from you?

If the minimum wage was $21.72 an hour, how much more do you think you would be compensated now if your boss knew you could go get a job flipping burgers for over $45,000 a year?

See when you argue that others people’s wages should be kept below a living wage, or below productivity increases, all you are doing is arguing for a lower wage for yourself.

Those minimum wage jobs act as competition for workers time. If they are paying enough to lure away good prospects from other jobs, the compensation for those other jobs must be raised if other companies want to retain the talent they have or to acquire new talent.  

As a consumer, options are good for you. The more options you have for work, the higher your wages are going to be. The more options you have in product choice, the lower you will pay for a good.

These are simple economic truths.

But if you want to still argue that all of our wages should be kept down because minimum wage workers don’t “deserve” $15 an hour, by all means, go ahead.”

- @theliberaltony

You will have to pry the headcanon that Eliot Spencer and Jacob Stone are twins from my cold, dead, lifeless corpse

okay let’s make this clear: elizabeth swann didn’t do shit for will in potc3. first, she was there to save jack and then she was there to avenge her father’s death. will wasn’t her motivation, she didn’t become pirate king to save him, she didn’t trade jack with will thinking of some past offence done to will. she was there to fight a war against the man WHO KILLED HER OWN FATHER. she was there to fight for freedom and for piracy. those are things that literally happened. saying that all elizabeth ever wanted was to be with will is just plain ridiculous seeing how they spent the entirety of potc3 with other priorities and hiding shit from each other. and that trend didn’t even start in awe, mind you.

hell if you want to bring dmc into this, let’s have it. the entirety of that movie is ABOUT their desires and being a good man vs a pirate. that movie represents a huge step for elizabeth in terms of character development and she spent the majority of the time away from will.

so what are we left with? cotbp? sure, elizabeth started it out looking for will, trying to save will, but as her character development progressed, she found out she was a pirate, then a pirate lord and finally a pirate king and all those titles happened FAR AWAY from will.

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Scientific Proof Is A Myth

“Proofs are mathematical entities: you start with a set of postulates, things that you begin with as givens. From those postulates, you take simple, straightforward steps, obeying the laws and rules of the system that you began with. As you progress, you can build up more and more complex rules, tease out intricate behavior, and axiomatically prove what will and won’t happen.

In science, at its best, the process is very similar, but with a caveat: you never know when your postulates, rules, or logical steps will suddenly cease to describe the Universe. You never know when your assumptions will suddenly become invalid. And you never know whether the rules you successfully applied for situations A, B, and C will successfully apply for situation D.”

Science gives us a great and powerful way to learn so much about the world. We can test things out, find a range of validity to our theories, make predictions and verify them, and increase our understanding of nature, the world, and the Universe, exactly as it is. We often say that science has “proven” a great many things — I say it too — but it isn’t true. All science can do is validate, confirm, and provide evidence that something is consistent with an idea or hypothesis being correct. But proof is another matter entirely, and something forever beyond what science is capable of. You can always prove that something is true given a framework and a set of rules, but you can never know when the rules you assumed will fail to apply to the situation you’ve newly encountered. However, don’t make the mistake of saying that just because there’s no such thing as scientific proof, we can’t know anything.

On the contrary, science is the greatest toolkit we have to gain actual, factual knowledge about the world we inhabit. While science can never prove anything, it can teach us more than, arguably, anything else. Read on to find out what it all means!

Can we appreciate the “Justice League” cast faces when Ben Affleck makes a joke about the recent sexual assault allegations? (x

At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: the level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang. In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely fact of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare.
—  Caitlin Moran 
The Madness Vase/the Nutritionist

by Andrea Gibson

The nutritionist said I should eat root vegetables,
said if I could get down thirteen turnips each day
I would be grounded, rooted.
Said my head would not keep flying away to where the darkness lives.

The psychic told me my heart carries too much weight,
said for twenty dollars she’d tell me what to do.
I handed her the twenty and she said, “Stop worrying, darling,
you will find a good man soon.”

The first psycho-therapist said I should spend three hours a day
sitting in a dark closet with my eyes closed and my ears plugged.
I tried it once but couldn’t stop thinking
about how gay it was to be sitting in the closet.

The yogi told me to stretch everything but the truth, 
said focus on the out breath,
said everyone finds happiness
if they can care more about what they can give
than what they get.

The pharmacist said Klonopin, Lamictal, Lithium, Xanax.

The doctor said an antipsychotic might help me forget
what the trauma said.

The trauma said, “Don’t write this poem.
Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.”

But my bones said, “Tyler Clementi dove into the Hudson River
convinced he was entirely alone.”

My bones said, “Write the poem.”
To the lamplight considering the river bed,
to the chandelier of your faith hanging by a thread,
to everyday you cannot get out of bed,
to the bullseye of your wrist,
to anyone who has ever wanted to die:

I have been told sometimes the most healing thing we can do
is remind ourselves over and over and over
other people feel this too.

The tomorrow that has come and gone
and it has not gotten better.

When you are half finished writing that letter
to your mother that says “I swear to God I tried,
but when I thought I’d hit bottom, it started hitting back.”

There is no bruise like the bruise
loneliness kicks into your spine
so let me tell you I know there are days
it looks like the whole world is dancing in the streets
while you break down like the doors of their looted buildings.
You are not alone
in wondering who will be convicted of the crime
of insisting you keep loading your grief
into the chamber of your shame.

You are not weak
just because your heart feels so heavy.
I have never met a heavy heart that wasn’t a phone booth
with a red cape inside.

Some people will never understand
the kind of superpower it takes for some people
to just walk outside some days.
I know my smile can look like the gutter of a falling house
but my hands are always holding tight to the rip cord of believing
a life can be rich like the soil,
can make food of decay,
turn wound into highway.

Pick me up in a truck with that bumper sticker that says, 
“It is no measure of good health
to be well adjusted to a sick society.”

I have never trusted anyone
with the pulled back bow of my spine
the way I trusted ones who come undone at the throat
screaming for their pulses to find the fight to pound.
Four nights before Tyler Clementi
jumped from the George Washington bridge
I was sitting in a hotel room in my own town
calculating exactly what I had to swallow
to keep a bottle of sleeping pills down.

What I know about living
is the pain is never just ours.
Every time I hurt I know the wound is an echo,
so I keep listening for the moment the grief becomes a window,
when I can see what I couldn’t see before
through the glass of my most battered dream
I watched a dandelion lose its mind in the wind
and when it did, it scattered a thousand seeds.

So the next time I tell you how easily I come out of my skin
don’t try to put me back in.
Just say, “Here we are” together at the window
aching for it to all get better
but knowing there is a chance
our hearts may have only just skinned their knees,
knowing there is a chance the worst day might still be coming

let me say right now for the record,
I’m still gonna be here
asking this world to dance,
even if it keeps stepping on my holy feet.

You, you stay here with me, okay?
You stay here with me.

Raising your bite against the bitter dark,
your bright longing,
your brilliant fists of loss.
Friend, if the only thing we have to gain in staying is each other,
my god that is plenty
my god that is enough
my god that is so so much for the light to give
each of us at each other’s backs
whispering over and over and over,
“Live. Live. Live.”