house foreclosures

Creepypasta #1107: I Think I’d Encountered A Wendigo

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My wife and I have been running the rat race for years. A family, a house in the city, two dogs, and a cat. The stereotypical American Dream. But the city took its toll. The neighborhood got worse, the crime rose, and we found ourselves looking for a way out.

Our opportunity came when I was offered a new job out of state. It was a great career move, but we didn’t want to move to a new city just to have the same problems again. So we started looking around and found a great mountain community about an hour and a half from the job. There was a great ranch style house with a big back porch, windows everywhere, and a lot of property. The back yard had a big grassy area, a creek that cut the property in half, and acres of woods beyond. It’s huge. The house is more than twice the size of our house in the city. It’s all updated and has no neighbors within a mile. It’s a radical change from the life we lived in the city. Best of all, it was less than half of what we were paying for our old house.

The house was a foreclosure and when we asked the listing agent about it, she simply said the old family had abandoned the property. We really didn’t think anything of it.

The first three months were uneventful. We settled into our new life. The kids got used to the new school and new friends, and we got used to the big house and property.

But then the weather turned cold and things started to get weird on the property. It started with noises from the back property. Things we chalked up to being in the woods. Then the motion lights around the house started going off randomly. Once again we just chalked it up to being in the woods.

But last night, it all changed. Last night was the most terrifying night of my life.

One of the dogs was at the back door whining and scratching. I assumed he needed to go to the bathroom so I grabbed my flashlight and walked out the back door.

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City is mailing out letters to about 8,000+ residents informing them that if their water bill isnt paid by June, the sum will be added to house taxes and a lean(?) will be put against their house and foreclosure is the next step, this is so fucking stupid

You want to threaten a lien on my house? Bring it on!

This story begins almost a year ago. I received a call from an unknown number on my cell phone. It was an automated message to call a 888 number in regards to serving me papers. I knew right away this may have been a collection agency. Googled the number and confirmed it.

Now I have to disclose I did have identity theft almost 20 years ago. To this day I occasionally get calls from collection agencies trying to collect on some debt from 20+ years ago that was cleared. Now most of the time when I get these calls, I ask for their address to send in a dispute letter including the accompanying data for proof that I had identity theft. Granted they should not be calling me, but they apologize and I don’t get another call. Plus they usually mail me back and said they closed the account.

Well, I go to call this person and I got to say the call was interesting. This woman answered and I gave her my information. She started rattling off a debt that was back in 1995. I let her finish and I told her that I had no knowledge and there was identity theft. And as soon as I said that, she freaked out. She kept saying she knew the debt was mine and I’m going to pay. I kept telling her that I wanted to mail a letter. But she flat out refused. When I told her I knew my rights, she said that I had the right to pay the debt. She then said that she is going to put a lien on my “huge pretty house” (her words) and she was describing the house to the letter. She also said she is going to put a lien on my Lexus that she “sees” in the drive way. And she said that my gate in the front won’t stop the repossession.  She then hung up.

Now I knew better. All she did was get my info from public records and then saw my house on Google Street View. My guess is that she tried to push this intimidation on other people that know better. So far it appeared to be a very disreputable company. I also had phone recordings when I called in. And they were legal as I asked her if phone calls can be recorded for quality control purposes. She said of course. And I said “thank you, I’ll take that as my consent”.  

I would of just let this go and just say this lady was crazy. But I kept getting the automated phone calls and I couldn’t block them as they were unknown. I Googled the company and I thought they were in Ohio. A couple of flags that led me to believe this was that the person who owned this company in Ohio was being indicted with charges whom was an attorney. I placed a complaint with the Ohio Attorney General.  They couldn’t find any information on what I was submitting. They did call the phone number I gave them and the attorney general told me they would stop from calling me. But that is all the attorney general could do. I also complained to the Federal Consumer Finance Bureau whom is supposed to be looking into these issues. But they blew my off.

Well three months later, I called this number. I had an idea of maybe pressing buttons when I called in to see if I could get more information about the company through the IVR. Well that paid off. As soon as I pressed 0, I got a different company name. I Googled that company and got tons of complaints. This lead me to the company existing in NY. I complained to the attorney general of NY with all of my info.

I done quite a bit of research over the next couple of weeks and found out a whole bunch of information such as the owner . Found out that the address where the company no longer received mail was at the owner’s address, their Facebook account, etc.. I then got another one of those unknown phone calls. But this time, it’s a different company. I’m sure you get what I am getting at. The company just keeps changing the name, but the parent company still calls. I finally had enough of this.

I get a private investigator involved and they were quite satisfied with all the information I got so far. So I let him do his business. Well he calls me back saying that this company isn’t even registered and it’s ran by this one lady. I find out the rude lady whom I am talking to is the supposed owner, but not running a legitimate business. I got a process server to file a claim in NY. Granted I think I could have done it where I was at. But I was heading up to that area in NY anyway as I had some family reasonably close. Problem was she was not able to be served. The house which she owned, she was not able to be served at. Either she was not there or was staying somewhere else. Well my private investigator started sending out friend requests to her and the people in her friends lists. Well her friends and then she accepted the facebook request. My private investigator found out that she cheated on her boyfriend about a month ago since she posted that crap. The private investigator gave me an idea of trying to reach her boyfriend and if he can lead us to serve her, I will give him $500. Well we did that and sure enough we were finally able to serve this lady at her parents house about 20 miles from where she was at.

I fly up to NY and since it’s small claims it’s just me and this lady. For some reason her mother is there too, but she is not representing. I give the judge all of my info I had over the months and how she broke the law. She broke debt collection laws and threats over the phone. After the judge heard all the trouble I had with these calls and how she hid her identity purposely, the judge gave me the maximum amount of $3000. In NY, small towns and villages are limited to $3000. After the case, I heard her mother loudly whispering (but I heard it,) “You better hope he doesn’t take your house” “Your great grand-father built this with his own bare hands”

I was thinking. “Hmmm, it would be sweet revenge if I could actually put a lien on the house” Well lo and behold, I found out the house had a second mortgage attached to it. With the property value of the house and if it sold, I wouldn’t end up getting the lien money since the secondary mortgage was almost as much as the house.  

I was then contemplating how I was going to get the money from this lady. My private investigator calls me five months later and said her house is going into foreclosure. I get a proxy to bid for me. But as in most foreclosure actions, the bank buys it back as an REO. I decided to send in a low ball offer to buy the house a couple of months later. The bank accepted my offer. My guess is that it’s a small town and trying to get the right market was an issue.

You may be wondering why I even bought this house? Well here’s why. This bitch threatened to put a lien on my house with no merit. Well guess what, I fucking took her house! It was completely worth it. It didn’t cost me too much and I had the money. The house is actually in decent shape, just a little small. Plus it will be a nice summer home when I go to visit my relatives.  Oh and I decided to rub in salt to the wound. I sent a letter to her parent’s address letting them know I took the house. I told them that if her daughter wouldn’t be in the business of scamming people, they may not have lost the house. I also go to find out that the Attorney General of NY is now investigating this lady. I hope they throw the book at her!  Not going to mention the collection agency, but if you stopped getting phone calls from them, you’re welcome!

Edit: Fixed some minor grammar since a couple of people were harping on me. Happy?

Update: I’m surprised this post got so much attention. First of all, for the people who gave gold. Thank you! I know that some people are calling bull shit to my story. All I can say is that this is 100% true. I tried to give as much detail as possible. I just want to address all the people giving me a hard time over the grammar. I didn’t intend this to be a newspaper article. Everything was typed out free form as I wanted to get the entire story out there. I apologize if that really detracted you from enjoying the story.Apparently other people did enjoy it.  I considered going through and re-writing for the grammar mistakes. However, I am sure these same people would find something else to be negative about. Having said that, I do not have any ill feelings towards the negative people or the skeptics. This is the internet and my feelings aren’t hurt. I love you people as much as the people who enjoyed the article.

You want to threaten a lien on my house? Bring it on!

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This story begins almost a year ago. I received a call from an unknown number on my cell phone. It was an automated message to call a 888 number in regards to serving me papers. I knew right away this may have been a collection agency. Googled the number and confirmed it.

Now I have to disclose I did have identity theft almost 20 years ago. To this day I occasionally get calls from collection agencies trying to collect on some debt from 20+ years ago that was cleared. Now most of the time when I get these calls, I ask for their address to send in a dispute letter including the accompanying data for proof that I had identity theft. Granted they should not be calling me, but they apologize and I don’t get another call. Plus they usually mail me back and said they closed the account.

Well, I go to call this person and I got to say the call was interesting. This woman answered and I gave her my information. She started rattling off a debt that was back in 1995. I let her finish and I told her that I had no knowledge and there was identity theft. And as soon as I said that, she freaked out. She kept saying she knew the debt was mine and I’m going to pay. I kept telling her that I wanted to mail a letter. But she flat out refused. When I told her I knew my rights, she said that I had the right to pay the debt. She then said that she is going to put a lien on my “huge pretty house” (her words) and she was describing the house to the letter. She also said she is going to put a lien on my Lexus that she “sees” in the drive way. And she said that my gate in the front won’t stop the repossession. She then hung up.

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Confession/Confess

Today, I was passed up for a promotion that literally was in my lap. I love working in corporate America but the politics of it is annoying af. I’m not coming to your house to watch the bacherlorette. I drink patron so don’t invite me to your box wine shin digs. No one cares your daughter is playing soccer this year and its hard to get her integrated with the Other girls. Black lives out here needing to matter, fuck her antisocial ass. All That and I was underpaid 20k annually. My peers barely came in. I was present af for every meeting. Had the best results in the department. But no promotion for me. I came prepared to coaching meetings showing the progression of my development but it just was not enough. I didn’t need this for just some designer shoes. I’m an afro Latin daughter of immigrants on both sides. This aint just a promotion. This was helping my brother out with my nephew as he is trying to achieve his entrepreneurial dreams. This was saving enough to avoid losing my house to foreclosure like my mother did. This was paying off my student loans and opening my business. But all because I didn’t invite my boss
Over to watch episodes of the bachelorette.

You want to threaten a lien on my house? Bring it on!

This story begins almost a year ago. I received a call from an unknown number on my cell phone. It was an automated message to call a 888 number in regards to serving me papers. I knew right away this may have been a collection agency. Googled the number and confirmed it.

Now I have to disclose I did have identity theft almost 20 years ago. To this day I occasionally get calls from collection agencies trying to collect on some debt from 20+ years ago that was cleared. Now most of the time when I get these calls, I ask for their address to send in a dispute letter including the accompanying data for proof that I had identity theft. Granted they should not be calling me, but they apologize and I don’t get another call. Plus they usually mail me back and said they closed the account.

Well, I go to call this person and I got to say the call was interesting. This woman answered and I gave her my information. She started rattling off a debt that was back in 1995. I let her finish and I told her that I had no knowledge and there was identity theft. And as soon as I said that, she freaked out. She kept saying she knew the debt was mine and I’m going to pay. I kept telling her that I wanted to mail a letter. But she flat out refused. When I told her I knew my rights, she said that I had the right to pay the debt. She then said that she is going to put a lien on my “huge pretty house” (her words) and she was describing the house to the letter. She also said she is going to put a lien on my Lexus that she “sees” in the drive way. And she said that my gate in the front won’t stop the repossession. She then hung up.

Now I knew better. All she did was get my info from public records and then saw my house on Google Street View. My guess is that she tried to push this intimidation on other people that know better. So far it appeared to be a very disreputable company. I also had phone recordings when I called in. And they were legal as I asked her if phone calls can be recorded for quality control purposes. She said of course. And I said “thank you, I’ll take that as my consent”.

I would of just let this go and just say this lady was crazy. But I kept getting the automated phone calls and I couldn’t block them as they were unknown. I Googled the company and I thought they were in Ohio. A couple of flags that led me to believe this was that the person who owned this company in Ohio was being indicted with charges whom was an attorney. I placed a complaint with the Ohio Attorney General. They couldn’t find any information on what I was submitting. They did call the phone number I gave them and the attorney general told me they would stop from calling me. But that is all the attorney general could do. I also complained to the Federal Consumer Finance Bureau whom is supposed to be looking into these issues. But they blew my off.

Well three months later, I called this number. I had an idea of maybe pressing buttons when I called in to see if I could get more information about the company through the IVR. Well that paid off. As soon as I pressed 0, I got a different company name. I Googled that company and got tons of complaints. This lead me to the company existing in NY. I complained to the attorney general of NY with all of my info.

I done quite a bit of research over the next couple of weeks and found out a whole bunch of information such as the owner . Found out that the address where the company no longer received mail was at the owner’s address, their Facebook account, etc.. I then got another one of those unknown phone calls. But this time, it’s a different company. I’m sure you get what I am getting at. The company just keeps changing the name, but the parent company still calls. I finally had enough of this.

I get a private investigator involved and they were quite satisfied with all the information I got so far. So I let him do his business. Well he calls me back saying that this company isn’t even registered and it’s ran by this one lady. I find out the rude lady whom I am talking to is the supposed owner, but not running a legitimate business. I got a process server to file a claim in NY. Granted I think I could have done it where I was at. But I was heading up to that area in NY anyway as I had some family reasonably close. Problem was she was not able to be served. The house which she owned, she was not able to be served at. Either she was not there or was staying somewhere else. Well my private investigator started sending out friend requests to her and the people in her friends lists. Well her friends and then she accepted the facebook request. My private investigator found out that she cheated on her boyfriend about a month ago since she posted that crap. The private investigator gave me an idea of trying to reach her boyfriend and if he can lead us to serve her, I will give him $500. Well we did that and sure enough we were finally able to serve this lady at her parents house about 20 miles from where she was at.

I fly up to NY and since it’s small claims it’s just me and this lady. For some reason her mother is there too, but she is not representing. I give the judge all of my info I had over the months and how she broke the law. She broke debt collection laws and threats over the phone. After the judge heard all the trouble I had with these calls and how she hid her identity purposely, the judge gave me the maximum amount of $3000. In NY, small towns and villages are limited to $3000. After the case, I heard her mother loudly whispering (but I heard it,) “You better hope he doesn’t take your house” “Your great grand-father built this with his own bare hands”

I was thinking. “Hmmm, it would be sweet revenge if I could actually put a lien on the house” Well lo and behold, I found out the house had a second mortgage attached to it. With the property value of the house and if it sold, I wouldn’t end up getting the lien money since the secondary mortgage was almost as much as the house.

I was then contemplating how I was going to get the money from this lady. My private investigator calls me five months later and said her house is going into foreclosure. I get a proxy to bid for me. But as in most foreclosure actions, the bank buys it back as an REO. I decided to send in a low ball offer to buy the house a couple of months later. The bank accepted my offer. My guess is that it’s a small town and trying to get the right market was an issue.

You may be wondering why I even bought this house? Well here’s why. This bitch threatened to put a lien on my house with no merit. Well guess what, I fucking took her house! It was completely worth it. It didn’t cost me too much and I had the money. The house is actually in decent shape, just a little small. Plus it will be a nice summer home when I go to visit my relatives. Oh and I decided to rub in salt to the wound. I sent a letter to her parent’s address letting them know I took the house. I told them that if her daughter wouldn’t be in the business of scamming people, they may not have lost the house. I also go to find out that the Attorney General of NY is now investigating this lady. I hope they throw the book at her! Not going to mention the collection agency, but if you stopped getting phone calls from them, you’re welcome!

Then we have Virginia Saenz. Let’s say one day you get a wrong number phone call from a total stranger. It’s a woman who leaves a nonsense message on your voice mail, addressing a person who doesn’t live there, with a message that goes something like this: “I can send you money for groceries, but that won’t leave me enough to pay my mortgage this month, and the house is already in foreclosure.”

Saenz, a real estate agent whose only connection to these people was that her phone number was a couple of transposed digits away from theirs, could have just deleted the message. Or, if she was motivated to be a good Samaritan, Saenz could have called the person back to let her know she had gotten the wrong number, so she’d know that the person she had intended to call would never hear her message.

But instead, Saenz called the stranger back and said, “I’ll take care of the groceries, don’t worry about it.” The lady, Lucy Crutchfield, had meant to leave a message for her daughter. Saenz contacted the daughter and bought her and her family enough groceries to get them through the end of the month, allowing Crutchfield to pay her mortgage.

There are people who make a habit of this sort of thing, by the way. In Tennessee, a group of nine women have been running a secret charity for decades, just prowling around the city looking for strangers who’d had their power turned off, or who had just had a death in the family, whatever. Then they’d sneak by their home in the wee hours of the morning and drop off envelopes of cash and a freshly baked cake. Over the decades they’ve dispensed nearly a million freaking dollars this way.

6 True Stories That Will Restore Your Faith in Humanity

Hey everyone!  I really, really hate to do this, but I’m desperate… I want to ask for some help.  My mom had a stroke at the end of November and is currently out of work, and I’m unemployed.  Our house is entering foreclosure, we’re extremely low on food, and our water bill is high (due to our house being old and pipes leaky… California Water Service is punishing private citizens for the drought with extremely high rates).  My bank account is overdrawn and I’ll soon start getting hit with daily charges for not clearing the negative balance.  Anything would help!  My paypal is therealbuckinghamalice@gmail.com… again, anything would help.  If you can’t donate, please boost this!  Thank you all so much!

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My friend Bernadette was “let go” from her job recently. She was denied a managerial position despite over two years with the company, but was made to train newcomer managers anyway. One day, she reported a new manager for his refusal to serve black people. She was told that she was creating a “hostile work environment” and ultimately fired for complaining.

The landlords of the house she was renting stopped paying their mortgage for years, and refused to respond to Bernadette’s requests for crucial repairs, like a leaking water heater. The house went into foreclosure, and then the owners sued her for ending her rent payments after the foreclosure order. She has since been evicted; she is a single mother with a daughter in school.

She’s lost her home, her car–everything. She’s been applying for jobs left and right, but at the moment she and her daughter are dire need of financial help. Please please please consider donating if you’re able–even a tiny bit helps. You can donate through PayPal to ohisenpay@gmail.com. If you can’t donate, please pass this along. It would be much appreciated!

anonymous asked:

What's wrong with foreclosures? I noticed you added 'bcuz fuck that' in your tags of your last ask.

read these:

http://www.nolo.com/legal-encyclopedia/free-books/foreclosure-book/chapter9-5.html

http://www.komonews.com/news/local/Disabled-Vietnam-War-veteran-evicted-from-Seattle-home-271421811.html

https://www.google.com/webhp?sourceid=chrome-instant&ion=1&espv=2&es_th=1&ie=UTF-8#q=foreclosure+%2B+gentrification

http://righttothecity.org/vice-bostons-foreclosures-and-record-gentrification-arent-just-random-coincidences/

https://advancethestruggle.files.wordpress.com/2013/12/evict-this.pdf

i covered up my address and anything that would remotely let ya’ll know my personal shit, but this was the first page of five of the letter that came by certified mail today. the rest of the letter pretty much told me how much is owed to the lender and that i have 33 days til foreclosure.

the fun part of this situation is that the house i lived in is owned by a relative who lives elsewhere and i usually pay the bills and for upkeep of the property. so we have a verbal agreement. the shittier part is that my roommate has an actual lease from this relative. which means they’ve been paying rent (low rent, since they’re a student) to this relative.

i’m really fuckin pissed because the notice said they haven’t paid mortgage since october, but my roommate’s been paying their portion of the rent on time for the past 6 months. my roomie and i both use housing stipends from our school in order to pay living expenses, so this comes at a really bad time because we’re between semesters and living on a shoestring budget. we don’t have the money to move right now or to afford a new place, but we’ve both decided that is our plan.

i know my relative probably won’t have what they owe the bank and i can’t help them. my money has kept the lights, heat, and water on for the past 6 months and i’m close to nothing till my next housing stipend is dispersed. the semester starts in a couple weeks and we don’t get our stipends until about 3 weeks in, which would be around the time the house goes into foreclosure.

i’ll be setting up a store thinger, if ya’ll want to buy trinkets and shit from me. i also have a donate link thing on my blog under “support.” i’m not a fan of asking for help, but i really don’t want my roommate to have to go through this. i’ve seen the sheriff kick people out in my neighborhood before and it’s never pretty.

thanking ya’ll in advance and stuff. *hugs*

I know someone that is struggling to keep their house from going into foreclosure. I’d like to help keep that from happening. I have received permission to ask for help for them. I’d like it if you could help too. Could you lend some energy? Say a prayer? Light a candle? Open a door for opportunity? Whatever you can do to help out this person and their family to keep their home. Please like and reblog and send this far and wide.

Fay had comandeered the basement of the new house for hersel, it was huge! Thank god her parents waited almost an entire year to close the house because foreclosure houses were apparently giant. Or at least she assumed. There was a bedroom for her, where she absically just kept her bed and clothes. Her TV was out in the den part, along with a BAR. What. It sat on a little TV stand, the movies she’d gotten up to that point stacked inside.

She’d taken Jefferson’s PS3 downstairs and set it up next to her Wii. Fay liked Mario better that Call of Duty. She also had a lot of games stacked next to the TV.

On the way too cool bar, Fay used the mini fridge underneat the store sodas and red bull, and on top there were bags of chips, pretzels, and she’d just set down the chinese food she’d ordered.

Plus sitting on the couch were two big boxes of chocoaltes. It was Valentines day after all. One was for her brother, and the other for Charlie.

She was excited, Palentines day was a go! All she needed was Charlie to get here, and Jefferson to wake up from his nap and mosey down.

Arrow Fanfic: Suburban Living

Summary: Suburban living is not always easy.

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“How was it?” Oliver calls out, when he hears the click of her heels across the tile in the foyer.

She says nothing until she flops down onto the couch beside him, and he knows it’s bad.

“They hate me,” Felicity says with a groan, letting her head fall back against the top of the couch. He reaches out towards her, because he can’t not touch her when she’s near him. Sometimes, he still can’t believe this is real.

“That’s impossible.”

She glares at him behind her glasses, though it’s more adorable than threatening. “It is absolutely possible, and we’re moving.”

“What happened?” he asks softly, sympathetically, even though he’s smiling. In his entire life, he’s never smiled as much as he has the last few months.

Closing her eyes, she sighs. “I spoke. I breathed. I existed—that’s what happened.”

“Felicity,” he says gently, the backs of his fingers brushing across her cheek. “Come here.”

In one fluid motion she falls across his lap, head pillowed on his thigh, turned towards the TV he’s muted. “Are you watching this?” she asks, looking at the baseball field on the screen.

“It’s just highlights,” he says. He runs his fingers through her hair, combing it back from her face, and she snuggles deeper into place, nestling her cheek against the denim. “Now, come on, tell me.”

“I thought it was going okay, you know—most of them are older but they were really nice. And then Sharon went to the bathroom and they started talking about how they think she’s in foreclosure, and I mean, I obviously knew it was gossip, I was going to be good…”

She sighs again, and he feels a small pang, because he knows how this story ends.

“And then they were asking how long we were here for, and I said we were month-to-month, and that we were getting such a good deal on the rent because the house was in foreclosure—of course, I had to immediately clarify that there’s nothing wrong with being in foreclosure, that in this market everyone is, not that anyone here is, and they all just went quiet. I should be used to awkward by now, but it was… Then Denise looks right at me and says, ‘So how long was your lease again, Felicity?’”

The small, sad tone in her voice tells him there are old scars here being reopened, and he strokes his thumb across her cheek as though he can smooth them away. But he knows better than anyone that’s not how scars work.

He also reminds himself that he can’t threaten suburban housewives with arrows to get them to stop being mean to his girlfriend.

“It’s okay,” he says, because he just wants that tone out of her voice. “It could happen to anyone.”

“But it doesn’t, Oliver, it happens to me—over and over again.” She releases a breath, and then turns on her back so she’s looking up at him with a wry smile. “They all think you’re hot, obviously. I mean, they weren’t being weird about it or anything, I could just tell because they were asking questions about you, and then of course I made it awkward by talking about how big you are.”

“What?” he asks with a grin he can’t help.

“See, no matter how you say it, it sounds wrong—I meant, you know, your height and shoulders and arms—but Christine was already choking on her wine, and I tried to clarify that’s not what I meant, not that you aren’t, and-”

He can’t fight the short breath of laughter, because he knows that’s exactly what she said, and he can only imagine what else she might shock these women with.

She glares at him again, but she’s fighting a smile too. “I need you there to stop me. Or, like, an automatic shock collar. Maybe I’ll invent one for conversational awkwardness—of course, I’d probably be fried within a day.”

Oliver curls his hand around her neck, running his thumb along her jaw. “I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.”

“They’re our new neighbors, Oliver, and if we… I mean, however long we’re here, I want…” She gives up, frustrated, thumping her head down on his thigh. “And we didn’t even play Bunco, so I did all that research for nothing.”

He’s stopped from further attempts to comfort her by her phone dinging with a text, and he lifts his arm so she can sit up to reach for it. When she makes a small sound as she reads, his mind flashes with the worst possibilities—another attack on Starling (no, Star, he reminds himself) City, something with her mother, something with Thea

But then she’s turning back to him, and she’s grinning, and his heart stutters for an entirely different reason.

“It’s Amy—she wants to do lunch next week,” she says, looking back at the text as though it might have changed. “She says I’m hilarious.”

“Because you are,” he says.

She’s still smiling to herself, and he wonders if old wounds really can be healed. He supposes he knows a lot about that as well.

Then she sets down her phone on the coffee table, and turns back to him. “So how was your night?”

“Good,” he says, looking down at the beer bottle clenched in his other hand, resting on the arm of the couch.

“What is it?” she asks softly, combing her fingers through his hair above his ear, because she could always see right through him.

So he sighs and says, somewhat wryly (because is he really this gone?), “I missed you.”

They had spent almost every moment together for months, other than the occasional errands or jogs, and it was… amazing. During his wildest years, in all of his wildest dreams, he never would have thought that sitting on the couch and watching TV with someone would be the highlight of his day—that it would be something he would look forward to.

She crawls onto his lap, rising over him to capture his lips in a kiss, and he can taste the red wine and dark chocolate on her tongue.

Pulling back slightly, she murmurs, “I missed you, too. And I have a feeling your night is about to get a lot better.”

He slides his arm around her waist, anchoring this miracle to him, and says the cheesy thing because he loves this woman so damn much.

“It did the second you got home.”

I really don’t understand- there is a lot of footage of killer cops and they still get off free, paid vacation, no charges, no consequences in fact paid vacation is kinda a perk. And now you have organizations like the police (which clearly have taken no steps to reduce police executions) and the ACLU coming together to say getting police cameras will be a good improvement!

Well let me just say that improvements in technology hardly ever trickle down to benefit the poor individuals (as opposed to authorities). Mass surveillance so far has only increased criminalization and militarization. It hasn’t stopped corrupt companies from environmental disasters, prevented the housing and foreclosure crisis, or stopped the profiteers from continuing their wars.

It isn’t going to stop police murders, but it is going to help profile and facial recognition people who care about police accountability as well as black and brown over policed communities and improve (toward fascism) police and federal agencies war on the people.

And these groups involved in legal activism aren’t actually interested in justice- they give training to cops teaching them how to appear less racist, less misogynist, less violent. Instead of opposing the structure of policing itself. They give them the language to avoid public backlash (not to avoid the law the cops don’t need help to avoid legal repercussions because they dictate what is or is not law).

I can just imagine all the ways cop cams can be recuperated to further insulate and protect police- that’s the goal here. Not to protect the people. It still pretends the police or their little cams are there there to protect us which is complete misinformation- police enforce this terrible social order and particularly poverty and racism through violence and genocide.

anonymous asked:

50SOG was probably one of the worst things to ever happen to... idk, literature, women, etc. But if it wasn't for it, you'd have never done that recap and, probably, I'd have never known about you and The Boss series, sooo I hate 50SOG but I'm so happy it was a thing at the same time.

I feel the same way, sort of. When I started writing that recap, I had given up on basically everything. I was deep in mourning because my grandfather who raised me had died. I’d just lost my house to a foreclosure. We were on food stamps and getting aid from the state to keep our heat on. I was making thirty-six dollars a month from book royalties, except for twice a year when I made around a thousand for my print books, the royalties on which were dwindling. I was struggling with depression, I’d been suicidal, nearly hospitalized, and then I read that book and it was the final straw.

So I was like, “My career is basically trashed, fuck it. Fuck all of it. I’m going to do the thing you’re not supposed to do, and I’m going to say what I want to about this book.” So the recaps started from a place of really deep pain and rage and a sense that I was a failure, and suddenly people were going, “Oh my gosh, it’s so funny, you’re so funny,” and almost overnight, things turned around. At the height of the whole thing I had a day where I’d gotten over 100,000 hits on the blog and I was like, this can’t actually be happening. And then I started writing The Boss.

Can I just say how important The Boss was in bringing back my self-esteem as a writer? I was literally going to give up. But you guys were so cool about everything I was doing, and so supportive, and it totally changed my outlook. Now I’ve got an awesome career and this series that I absolutely love to write, and none of that would have happened with 50SoG. So in a way, I really owe a lot to that book, while simultaneously wishing it had never happened. It is both the best thing that has happened to me and the worst thing that has happened to the world.