i believe i might be of service

Send my muse some flowers and they'll react to their meaning

Begonia — “We are being watched.”
Blue Flax — “You are very kind.”
Blue Hyacinth — “I will give my life to your service.”
Bronze Chrysanthemum — “Though I value your friendship, I cannot love you.”
Daffodil — "I do not return your affections.”
Deadly Nightshade — "I believe you to be false.”
Foxglove — "You are not really in love.”
French Marigold — "You are unreasonably jealous.”
Hawthorn — "Despite your answer, I shall strive to win your love.”
Iris — "Your friendship means so much to me”
Lavender — “I like you very much, but this, I am sure, is not love.”
Mistleoe — “Kiss me”
Myrtle — “Be my sweetheart.”
Ox-eye Daisy — “I might learn to love you.”
Pink Carnation — “I’ll never forget you.”
Purple Hyacinth — “I am sorry, please forgive me.”
Red Rose — “I love you”
Scarlet Geranium — "I do not trust you.”
Spider Flower — “Elope with me.”
Sweet Pea — "Thank you for a lovely time.”
Tea Rose — "I’ll remember, always.”
Viscaria — “Will you dance with me?”
White Camellia — "You’re adorable.”
White Rose — "I love you not.”
Yellow Rose — "I love another.”

Growth and Failure

The longer the story, the more failures there should be and the greater the change that should occur.

This is the case for anything you write, but the more episodic the series is, the more this holds true. TV series, ongoing web series, and web comics are the most obvious examples of this.

Basically what this means is that your characters can’t succeed at everything they try to do. One thing about shows like Supernatural (the early seasons) is that you as the viewer know that, for the most part, by the end of every episode, the Monster of the Week will have been defeated and everyone you care about will still be alive and healthy. There are overarching plots, but they are tangential to most episodes and don’t affect much.

In Stargate SG-1, on the other hand, they spend eight season facing one major enemy (the Goa’uld), and they spend many of the episodes fighting the Goa’uld in some form or another. And sometimes they fail and the Goa’uld win, and sometimes they win and that later helps the Goa’uld win, and sometimes they don’t fight the Goa’uld at all, and those missions may be either successful or not to a lesser degree. Beyond that, there are lower level failures: they try to make a spaceship and it almost kills some of them, they try to make a new spaceship, it doesn’t work as hoped at a pivotal moment and they almost lose the entire planet, they build a giant spaceship and it gets stolen (briefly), they build more giant spaceships and one gets shot down over a planet and then later they need to get that spaceship home and it (temporarily) gets stuck in a giant sentient gas cloud. All of this means that sometimes they don’t have a spaceship that can do what they need even though they’ve been trying to build one for most of the show, but at the end of the show, they end up with spaceships whose capabilities and weaknesses play a pivotal role in the show.*

My point in recounting all of that (other than to get you all to watch Stargate) is to show that, especially when you have a long series where you want to show a great deal of growth (and I’ll explain why you need that in a second), you can’t just have them win every time they try to grow or every time they try to defeat an enemy. You have to have them fail, too, or there will be no stakes and it will be hard to suspend disbelief.

So…why do you need growth?

Basically, if you end up in the same place that you started, what was the point of your story?

Well, you cry, they defeated the major enemy. Isn’t that enough?

And to that I ask (because I like holding imaginary teaching sessions): If they could defeat the major enemy (or if they could get the girl/boy/non-binary person, or if they could get into the school they wanted, or if they could do whatever else they want to do) with the capabilities they had in the beginning, why didn’t they? There is no need for a story if your characters have everything they need to succeed when the story starts.

And as for why you need failure? Here are three reasons.

One, failure is realistic. Things rarely work well on the first try, especially more than once, which means that the more things a character (or group, organization, etc.) is trying, the more they should fail. If you think about someone trying to learn a language, they basically never (without an eidetic memory) remember all words the first time they see/hear them, or use grammar perfectly on the first try, or pronounce every word correctly. They will get some, but they will rarely get all. The same should go for someone who is trying to learn how to fight, for example. Even if you get everything right the first time you are shown it (which may or may not happen), you’re not going to get it right every time. You might fail more at some things than at others, or fail at the same thing over and over. Sometimes it’s because you don’t understand how to do it, sometimes it’s because your brain and your body aren’t communicating well, and sometimes it’s because your muscles just aren’t strong enough or your body isn’t flexible enough for it to work. Those are all failures that can and do happen in real life.

Two, failure raises the stakes. If you know the main characters are going to succeed at everything they try, or that their failures aren’t going to have any consequences beyond that episode (or chapter, etc.), there are no stakes. There is no concern for whether the character will do well or whether they will be ready in time, because they always are. There is no risk, because there is no failure.

Three, failure is interesting. As we see in Stargate, entire episodes can be built around failures. Failures make for interesting storylines, and sometimes successes that turn into failures can turn into even more interesting storylines. You defeat the Big Bad only to have a Bigger Bad rise up because of it? That’s a great storyline, and shows what was ultimately a failure by the characters. You stop someone for personal reasons at the expense of stopping someone for strategic reasons? Great storyline, because it not only prolongs and changes the conflict, it also adds an opportunity for personal growth and/or conflict into the mix.

With that, failures can also cause really interesting interpersonal interactions. Let’s so all of the characters are counting on Bob to pull off one part of the plan, and despite trying his best, Bob fails. Now everyone blames Bob (or maybe some subset of them blame Bob, depending on their personalities) and it causes tension in the group. Maybe this tension ultimately leads to Bob leaving because he can’t take the blame anymore. Now you have a splintered group all from Bob’s one failure.

What types of growth and failure can you have?

(I’m glad you asked, me.)

Here are some examples (primarily for militaristic/adventure type stories, but there’s a mix)**:

  • Building an army (or a group of people)
    • Not be able to convince people to join
    • Have traitors in the midst
    • Have large numbers die/be killed
    • Have people defect
    • Have ideological/strategic differences with allies
  • Building a new form a transportation
    • Not have it ready in time
    • Have it not go far enough
    • Have it not go fast enough
    • Have it fail mid-journey
    • Have it explode mid-journey
  • Building a weapon
    • Not have it ready in time
    • Have it not work
    • Have it explode in testing
    • Have it fail during use
  • Learning to fight
    • Not be ready in time
    • Hurt self while training
    • Not have the strength
    • Not have the endurance
  • Learning magic
    • Lose control
    • Not have the magical capacity
    • Not understand the theory
    • Not perform key rituals
    • Perform key rituals wrong
    • Not have key materials
  • Learning a language
    • Forget vocabulary
    • Forget grammar
    • Not understand grammar
    • Be unable to pronounce words
    • Be unable to understand spoken words
    • Misunderstand nuances
  • Translating/decoding something
    • Misunderstand nuances
    • Mistranslate words
    • Know the wrong dialect
    • Have the wrong key
    • Looking for something
    • Follow misleading clues
    • Have someone else find it first
  • Taking territory
    • Not have sufficient forces
    • Not have sufficient ability to break walls
    • Lose too many forces
    • Be unable to hold territory
  • Getting a romantic partner
    • Cheat
    • Make bad decisions while intoxicated
    • Forget significant dates/events
    • Say inappropriate or mean things
    • Misunderstand what is being said
    • Miscommunicate
  • Getting a degree
    • Not having enough money
    • Not studying enough
    • Not getting good enough grades
    • Not having the time
    • Having other life issues that distract from it
  • Forming a government
    • Have ideological splits
    • Have political splits
    • Have factions form
    • Have coup attempts
    • Be unable to govern
    • Be unable to create a working organizational structure
    • Be unable to create adequate civil service (police, roads, etc.)

*Of course, Stargate has some of its own issues with this, like the fact that Daniel has been brought back to life more than once, so the viewers stop believing that Daniel is ever actually dead.

**When I use the term failure, I don’t mean that it is the fault of the character or organization (necessarily, though in some cases it might be). I just mean that it is not-success.

Show Me That You Love Me

(ao3, buzzfeed article that inspired this nonsense)

(Monday, Feb 6)

Clarke: FYI, I’m telling my coworkers that we’re dating so this creep will stop hitting on me

Bellamy: You can’t just leave it at that.
How creepy are we talking?  
You know if I don’t get specifics my mind jumps straight to the worst-case scenario.

Clarke: It’s not that big a deal? Mostly just annoying
But he won’t take no for an answer so I told him I had a boyfriend

Bellamy: Not a girlfriend?

Clarke: They know I’m bi already because I ranted about gross stereotypes at the Christmas party
It’s why they instituted a two-drink limit
And if he doesn’t respect my hard “no” I doubt he’ll respect my girlfriend’s so

Bellamy: You sure you don’t want to date him? He sounds like a charmer.

Clarke: I was sure the first fifteen times he asked and my decision hasn’t wavered.
I wouldn’t have even mentioned it to you except I know Anya comes to the bar sometimes and I didn’t want you to blow my cover

Bellamy: Consider your cover secure.

Clarke: Thanks. I owe you one.

Bellamy: What are fake boyfriends for?

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(Wednesday, Feb 8)

Clarke: WTF???

Bellamy: I see you got my flowers.

Clarke: They’re hard to miss seeing as they take up MY WHOLE CUBICLE
It smells like a rainforest
My allergies are killing me
Seriously. Why.

Bellamy: Can’t I just show my fake girlfriend that I appreciate her?
Why must you always assume I have ulterior motives?

Clarke: Because I know how expensive flowers can be and you’re the biggest coupon-clipping Scrooge I know

Bellamy: I’m helping!
I’m just trying to back up your story, Princess.

Clarke: You’re just trying to embarrass me in front of my coworkers is what you’re doing

Bellamy: Remember that time you made me do karaoke with you?
Some might consider us even now.

Clarke: You know Valentine’s Day is next week right? If you do something like this on a random Wednesday, you’re going to have to do something for that too or else Cage will think we’ve broken up

Bellamy: So I’m going to have to top myself is what you’re saying.

Clarke: I don’t think that’s what I said at all

Bellamy: If you insist, Princess.

Clarke: I don’t insist. I STRONGLY DO NOT INSIST.

Bellamy: Unrelated question: what song would you most like to have serenaded to you?

Clarke: If that’s how it’s gonna be then start preparing yourself
Cause it’s on, Blake

Bellamy: Dammit, I did not think this through.

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The whole bullshit about not knowing what customers are going through can rot in a hole. What about us?

“Your apron is filthy! You need to go home and wash it now!!” She had the most disgusted face. My shift moved me off the floor before I snapped because oh yes ill just go home to the damn tent I was living in at the time. My family got to do laundry once a month. That woman can go Fuck right the hell off god damn it.

“Smile! Its so early, you have a bright day ahead of you!!” :DDDDD

This, at about 6am, just seven hours after all three of my brothers had been crushed between two cars by a drunk driver. My phone was dead, I had no way to get to where my family was staying, I had no idea if my brothers were even alive at this point. And I had to force a smile through tears and a complete and utter deadness on the inside? On no sleep, and working three jobs during that time? Burn in hell.

When I was a customer during those times I was so fucking polite to everyone. Honestly I wasn’t really feeling much of anything but the fact that my god damned life depended on customers being happy with my service? No, not okay. Working customer service during the worst years of my life really fucking damaged me. It’ll damage anyone, really.

I guess I’m just a much bigger bitch now. That’s okay. And my brothers are (mostly) fine. One has a limp, and the other had his legs crushed, and we live in an apartment now, so…

I might make an offhanded comment to a regular about it or someone will hear me talking about it and they’re completely flabbergasted o had been homeless. It always pissed me off. I can not believe people didn’t notice the bags under my eyes, my short temper, the low drawl I had from exhaustion. Yeah, there’s a reason I’m always there, buddy, its cause I literally had no where else to go.

Hey kiddos, if y'all are going through something, keep fighting. Poverty, or illness, disability or shit even just college. Whatever it is. Those customers, and your shitty managers? They can Fuck right off. Please just keep yourselves safe, and know that someone out there is rooting for you

The Last Letter of a Kamikaze Pilot,

My Thoughts,

I am keenly aware of the tremendous personal honor involved in my having been chosen to be a member of the Army Special Attack Corps, which is considered to be the most elite attack force in the service of our glorious fatherland.
  My thoughts about all these things derive from a logical standpoint which is more or less the fruit of my long career as a student and, perhaps, what some others might call a liberal. But I believe that the ultimate triumph of liberty is altogether obvious. As the Italian philosopher Benedetto Croce has proclaimed, “liberty is so quintessential to human nature that it is absolutely impossible to destroy it. "I believe along with him that this is a simple fact, a fact so certain that liberty must of necessity continue its underground life even when it appears, on the surface, to be suppressed—it will always win through in the end.
  It is equally inevitable that an authoritarian and totalitarian nation, however much it may flourish temporarily, will eventually be defeated. In the present war we can see how this latter truth is borne out in the Axis Powers themselves. What more needs to be said about Fascist Italy? Nazi Germany too has already been defeated, and we see that all the authoritarian nations are now falling down one by one, exactly like buildings with faulty foundations. All these developments only serve to reveal all over again the universality of the truth that history has so often proven in the past: men’s great love of liberty will live on into the future and into eternity itself.

Although there are aspects to all this which constitute something the fatherland has reason to feel apprehensive about, it is still a truly wonderful thing to feel that one’s own personal beliefs have been validated. On every front, I believe that ideologies are at the bottom of all the fighting that is going on nowadays. Still further, I am firmly convinced that the outcome of each and every conflict is predictable on the bases of the ideologies held by the opposing sides. 

  My ambitious hope was to have lived to see my beloved fatherland—Japan—develop into a great empire like Great Britain in the past, but that hope has already been dashed. If those people who truly loved their country had been given a fair hearing, I do not believe that Japan would be in its present perilous position. This was my ideal and what I dreamt about: that the people of Japan might walk proudly anywhere in the world.

  In a real sense it is certainly true that a pilot in our special aerial attack force is, as a friend of mine has said, nothing more than a piece of the machine. He is nothing more than that part of the machine which holds the plane’s controls—endowed with no personal qualities, no emotions, certainly with no rationality—simply just an iron filament tucked inside a magnet itself designed to be sucked into an enemy air-craft carrier. The whole business would, within any context of rational behavior, appear to be unthinkable, and would seem to have no appeal whatsoever except to someone with a suicidal disposition. I suppose this entire range of phenomena is best seen as something peculiar to Japan, a nation of spirituality. So then we who are nothing more than pieces of machinery may have no right to say anything, but we only wish, ask, and hope for one thing: that all the Japanese people might combine to make our beloved country the greatest nation possible.

  Were I to face the battles that lie ahead in this sort of emotional state, my death would be rendered meaningless. This is the reason then, as I have already stated, that I intend to concentrate on the honor involved in being designated a member of the Special Attack Corps.

When I am in a plane perhaps I am nothing more than just a piece of the machine, but as soon as I am on the ground again I find that I am a complete human being after all, complete with human emotions—and passions too. when the sweetheart whom I loved so much passed away, I experienced a kind of spiritual death myself. Death in itself is nothing when you look upon it, as I do, as merely a pass to the heaven where I will see her once again, the one who is waiting there for me.

  Tomorrow we attack. It may be that my genuine feelings are extreme—and extremely private! But I have put them down as honestly as I can. Please forgive me for writing so loosely and without much logical order. Tomorrow one believer in liberty and liberalism will leave this world behind. His withdrawing figure may have a lonely look about it, but I assure you that his heart is filled with contentment.
  I have said everything I wanted to say in the way I wanted to say it. Please accept my apologies for any breach of etiquette. Well,then.

—Captain Ryoji Uehara

Uehara was killed during an attack on the US Fleet at the Battle of Okinawa, May 11th, 1945. He was 22 years old. Among his personal effects was a book on philosophy by Benedetto Croce, in the cover of which he had written,

“Goodbye, my beloved Kyoko-chan. I loved you so much;but even then you were already engaged, so it was very painful for me.Thinking only of your happiness,I suppressed the urge to whisper into your ear. That I loved you. I love you still.

anonymous asked:

My job is very physical and so all the employees wear shorts and t shirts so we don't die in the 110 degree heat. My arms/legs are covered in old self harm scars. Most people don't notice them or they are polite enough not to say anything. Today, I was loading up a woman's horse feed and she saw my scars and not only asked about them, but tracked down the manager and complained about how 'unprofessional' I looked. My manager defended me but the bitch called corporate and wants me fired. Wtf?

As someone with self harm scars I can totally relate to rude questions or glaring. People need to mind their own fucking business. Employees don’t go around asking them why their head is up their ass so far that they can see the light out of their mouth. You’re giving her a service and nothing more. And for all she knows it’s scars from a cat or something. I look people dead in the eye sometimes when they say something invasive about it and tell them some very grim detailed “accident” and act like I’m completely serious. Adding a “my mother died in that accident” usually makes them uncomfortable enough to stfu. But it helps that I do actually have scars on my face from a cat as well as a couple of bad falls so that might make it more believable. I thrive on making people like that uncomfortable since their aim is to do the same to me. -Abby

You And I (M)

Summary: In which you and Jungkook fall in love and he remembers you throughout every lifetime he’s had to live without you but now, three lifetimes later you’re here—only there’s a problem. You don’t recognize him, and you’re in love with someone else.
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader + a side of Jimin | Reader
Genre: Angst/Fluff/Smut, Reincarnation AU
Word Count: 11,566
Author’s Note: I FINALLY DECIDED TO WRITE SOME SMUT; major kudos to @kimvtae for reading some of it and reassuring me it wasn’t as trashy as I kept thinking it out to be.


Jungkook still remembers the very first day he ever laid eyes on you, as long ago as that memory may seem, those experiences and emotions like a fresh spring breeze brushing through his hair, always reminding him of good times—better times, those simple snapshots in time where he saw you and believed almost immediately that you were the one he was searching for. That you, in all your kind intentions and gracious smiles and adorable disposition, were the being he was destined to search for in every generation, every extension and breadth of lifetimes.

Every past lifetime leading up to the very first time had been spent searching, wandering, dreaming of your features, your smile, every little piece of this strange other. It was very rare that someone be reborn with the same consistent thoughts of another person brewing in one’s mind, settling themselves into deep corners of the consciousness where they could never be ripped away. It was said that individual beings were always renewed with the same features, same name, same passions, same hopes and dreams, same soul; memories, however, could not so easily be recovered. And yet Jungkook remained, knowing in his heart that he would wait forever for you.

He searched each lifetime, traveled far and wide, explored and uncovered and wandered, only to turn up empty-handed—he never knew what he was looking for, but it was just the kind of thing in which he would know when he saw you.

And know he certainly did.

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Can't believe she tried this on me

TDLR at bottom it might get long

So last night it was super busy, i had just started my 2-10 closing shift on till so I had to throw myself into the job asap when I got there. Not a big deal, I love working customer service most of the time. About an hour in, I get this elderly woman who walks up to my till with one of my stores bags (which always means they have a return for us which takes forever especially since old people usually refuse to give us their information). The convo went like this:
Me: Hi there! Return?
OL: Yes, I have the receipt in the bag here.
Me: (I look through the bag and notice she’s trying to return 2 solar lights- that both came from separate packs of 3) Okay just so we’re on the same page how did you want this return to go today?
OL: well I would like to return these as they did not work and I would like my money back.
At this point I realized she’s trying to tell me to return these 2 individuals for the full price of the packs of 3. Not happening. So I had to call my manager.
M: (after I had explained the situation) sorry Ma'am but unless you bring back one more so we can refund you for one pack I can’t accept this return
OL: but the others worked and these 2 didn’t. Can’t you just take one out of a package here and put it with mine so I can return it?
M: absolutely not. I’m not damaging a product we could have sold for full price so we can give you a return. If you want to return these 2 you will have to go home and get one more for us to be able to give you back your money.

I was silently laughing so hard, the look on this woman’s face while she was trying to comprehend that we just weren’t going to give her her money back just because she wanted it.

TDLR: old woman tried to mess with our return system, grumbled when she found out that she couldn’t.

Shameless - Tom Holland x Actor!Reader

this is a one-shot based off the song “shameless” by all time low (one of the best bands in the world, fyi). the reader is also gender/race/age/sexuality neutral – I don’t know who reads these, but I aim to be as inclusive as possible. 

it is directly based on the line: you talk like you’re famous // you’re shameless

bet y’all weren’t anticipating this – happy new year!!!!!!!! 

comments, feedback, requests: all welcome, all adored.

thank you for everything :) x

In a perfect world, Tom was still dating Y/N. In a perfect world, they are living together, sharing an apartment (maybe), and they have a dog and they have cutlery and china and all that fancy stuff. In a perfect world, they would still be America’s new “it” couple.

But sadly, perfect worlds don’t exist and Tom and Y/N broke up 3 months ago. 

And Tom would like to say he isn’t angry or that he isn’t kind of bitter about the whole situation – he understands that people grow apart and break up, etc – but the way Y/N handled the breakup made it seem like it wasn’t even real. Tom was angry because you made it seem like you took complete advantage of the breakup and boosted your image, while Tom was left sobbing on his sofa for a week. 

And Tom wishes he could say he doesn’t know anything about ‘fake Hollywood relationships’ – but that would make him a very big liar. He’s guilty of those, too – promoting a movie sometimes comes with having to go out to dinner with someone you shared the screen with. Sometimes you have to use those 'coincidentally borderline romances’ to have people talk about you and your movie. He knows that sometimes people will be in mutually-understood relationships like that – but he doesn’t understand why it feels like he was left in the dark about this one.

You dated for 10 months before you decided to call it quits – he knew that it was your decision to break-up (Tom thought things were going really well for you at the time – he even thought about getting a puppy with you in the new year) and everything just seemed to throw him off-guard. 

What with the chatter about your new movie coming out and the talk about you finally being nominated for an Oscar, you were set to have a crazy year – and you never mentioned to Tom anything about needing some time or needing a breather or needing anything really. You had spent the last two months of your relationship talking about how you and Tom were going to look like some high school juniors going to prom – you made jokes about Tom appearing like a trophy husband as you walked the red carpet. Everything was great – up until it wasn’t. 

Then things became confusing and terrible – you were pissed about things that didn’t need much attention; you were upset all the time and Tom tried to help but you always pushed him away; you were always trying to keep everyone away at arms-length. Tom wishes he could say he didn’t care or that he wasn’t hurt, but that would diminish everything he felt during those last couple of weeks. 

Everything he did suddenly became “the problem” of the relationship – staying too close or being too far away and he was suddenly the one trying to ruin the relationship. So when Tom finally suggested doing something about it – whilst holding pamphlets for couple’s therapy – that’s when you decided to call it quits. And that’s when you left.

And promo for your new movie started that same weekend. 

“So, Y/N, how is the single life treating you?” some snobby looking reporter asked.

“It’s good yeah – finally getting some time to myself. Been polishing some stuff up for my new book – I’m really glad I’ve got a great fanbase backing me! Things have been really incredible these last few months.” You tried to smile politely and you were hoping your discomfort wasn’t present in your tone of voice.

“Well, obviously one of the biggest questions we’ve had since the breakup is 'why?’” He smiled.

“It was just like all other breakups really… We just drifted apart – wanted different things – everything ended amicably, though." 

"So, no bad blood then?”

You smiled tightly, “No, no bad blood.”

When the short interview was over (your last of the batch), you posed one final time for the cameras. Considering you weren’t very well-known still, you figured they should have had enough photos of you by now. You smiled – your camera smile of course – and then thanked everyone and walked to the end of the red carpet with your head slightly bowed. 

You were definitely trying to keep your mind clear of all distractions at the moment – you didn’t need to be nervous about other things along with your nervousness for the movie premier. 

You caught up with one of your castmates – although you had never been part of a major movie production before this, you knew that it was normal to feel anxious about how the critics would review the film. All your other roles – all for smaller, amateur films (mostly done by your friends back home) – had never been anywhere near the scale this film had been at. Shooting on location – in Greenland of all places! – had made you very perceptive and had given you loads of experience for any other roles you were hoping of getting. You had even auditioned for a Nolan film last week – you’re also pretty sure you nailed it – if the writers’ reaction was anything to go by.

“Hey Y/N. How’re you doing?” Your castmate Alfred Enoch asked as you began moving towards the giant screening hall. “Press treat you all right out there?” He laughed his big belly laugh and wrapped an arm around you, squeezing your left shoulder lightly. 

“They’re animals!” you joked lightly. “All of them!” Considering you shared a considerable amount of screen time with Alfred, it was nice to be reunited outside of the set. You laughed at Alfred’s laugh and continued to walk to your seats, near the front of the theater

“Well,” he said, “let’s hope they got what they wanted.” You smiled and took your seat next to him. 




     Just when you thought Hollywood couldn’t get any shadier – newcomer Y/N Y/L/N has managed to do some really gritty stuff. The youngster has managed to create more chatter on the web when they were recently seen getting cozy with co-star Alfred Enoch at their movie premiere last night. The two, who according to sources, were inseparable in Greenland – and it seems the magic continues to follow them. Look at the pictures from last night, here.

And remembering that it was Tom who got Y/N the audition for this movie, and ultimately the role, is Tom to thank for this new couple? 

     What are your thoughts on this new couple? Think Alfred was the reason for the Tom/Y/N breakup? Let us know in the comments below!

@YourTwitterHandle: Can’t believe people take a moment between friends and decide to flip it around

@YourTwitterHandle: Alfred and I have been friends since we started filming – insane to think that friendships are suddenly romantic relationships as soon as someone hugs someone else

@YourTwitterHandle: Anyways – go watch our movie in theaters now!

[@tomholland2013: has posted a new photo!]

tomholland2013: “you talk like you’re famous, you’re shameless”

He picked up on the third ring. 

“Hello, darling. How might I be of service?" 

"I know your Instagram caption was aimed at me, you shady asshole.” You were absolutely fuming – Tom did not have any right to attack you, especially through an Instagram caption.

“I’m great! Thank you so much for asking – how are you?” He spoke in a condescending manner.

“Cut the shit, Holland.” You didn’t want his sassy bullshit. “I want to know what you were trying to say and I want you to tell me what your problem is.”

“My problem?!” You could tell that he was no longer playing the coy card. “My problem is that everything I ever did was to help you – that movie role was my doing. That book deal was me too.” He was definitely not messing around anymore. “A large percentage of your "fanbase” comes from me – so that’s my fucking problem.“

"So you’re mad that I went and stole some of your fans – is that your problem?!”

“My problem…” He sighed deeply, almost trying to hold back emotion. “My problem is – I did so much for you – nearly ruined my own credibility as an actor – so that you could star in a film when no one knew who you were. I got someone on my team to get publishers to call you. I did so much for you – I fucking created you – and you act like you did it all without me. Without any help.” He mumbled a bit but continued. “You honest to God, talk like you’re famous. Like you built this on your own – but you didn’t. That’s my problem with you right now." 

”…“ You were left without any words. "I di– I didn’t thank you, di-did I?”

“…No, you didn’t.”

“Tom… Tommy…” You could hear his anger slowly dissipating. 

“I’m the worst person in the entire universe…” You sat down on the nearest flat surface and thought about all the months following the audition. “I didn’t thank you – and you did so much for me.”

“No, Y/N… You don’t have to say anything.” You could hear him shuffling stuff around on the other end. “I didn’t mean that I wanted you to feel bad or anything – I was just spewing shit because I was angry. I’m so sorry darling." 

"Tom,” you were nearly whispering into the phone. “I’m so, so incredibly sorry.” Tears were falling from your eyes, but you wiped them as they fell. “I– I didn’t even thank you… I’m such a horrible person Tommy – I’m sorry I never told you how thankful I was…”

You heard Tom try to say something, but you continued talking.

“I was selfish and I never thanked you for everything you did for me. You did so much– and I broke up with you because I was stupidly in love with you – and you were angry throughout the whole thing because of me.”

Tom inhaled and sniffled, “You loved me?" 

"Yes…” you whispered.

“I loved you, too.” He laughed a bit, “Fuck– I still love you.”

You sighed and Tom took that as his cue to continue, “I shouldn’t have said that – I’m sorry. You and Alfred are probably trying to keep things low key and I’m over here ruining everything again." 

"You didn’t ruin anything – ever, Tom.” You hesitated for a second before you continued. “And I’m not dating Alfred or anyone else for that matter.”

“That’s, that’s good – or well, I mean, unfortunate for you. I mean, that’s– that’s if you even wanted to date anyone anyways…”

You laughed at him, feeling good about how naturally awkward Tom tended to be when he was trying to be nonchalant. “Don’t hurt your pretty little head, Tom. I get what you meant.”

“You think my head is pretty?”

“The prettiest.” You smiled and imagined Tom rubbing his hand over the back of his head – which was exactly what he was doing when you said that.

“Thanks,” you could feel his shy small radiating through the phone. “Well… I guess you’ve gotta go get stuff done…”

“Yeah…” You didn’t want to hang up, but you had a plane to catch soon. “Hey, Tom?”

“Yeah?” You hoped you weren’t imagining how hopeful he sounded.

“I miss you…”

“I miss you.”

You smiled and figured things would be okay. 

“We should meet up soon – you know, in the new year and stuff…” You bit your lip.

“I…. I definitely agree… New year, new us, right?”

You laughed, “You’re a dork, Holland.”

He laughed too, “I’ll see you soon, then, yeah?”

“Yeah – bye, Tommy.”

"Bye, Y/N. Happy new year.

"Happy new year.”





    “One of the greatest things to happen to me this year is getting back together with Tom [Holland]. We finally figured out how to get things done, how to be independent, while still being in a relationship. I’m forever thankful for his love and his support.” said the youngster about Spider-Man. 

Considering we’ve seen Y/N’s humbleness through all recent award nominations, we’re sure they’ve managed to gain a new perspective post-breakup. What are your thoughts on their rekindling? 

[@tomholland2013: has posted a new photo!]

tomholland2013: waiting for my person to get home from filming like… @YourInstagramHandle, hurry up!

anonymous asked:

any way you look at it dan talking about things like gender, sexuality and patriarchal structures is ultimately always a good thing, especially with the platform he has, including the #edgystraightguys who might actually change their views a bit because of what he says.

i know i think a lot of people dismiss that he has a huge audience and whatever he does isn’t fan service because he believes in creative integrity and his following wouldn’t always appreciate what he has to say. i would really enjoy a video where he talks about sexuality but i doubt it will ever happen except for my dreams :,)

leftcoastbitch  asked:

Re: the service dog post--my ESA hates it when I self harm and has started mouthing at my hand/pulling my sleeve when I do (no details bc no one needs that but she's not at risk of injury). It's helped me to stop self harming quite as often. I've been told this is a task and makes her an SD even tho I didn't train her. Of course the distinction doesn't matter bc I only need housing accomodations w her and not public access but I was wondering if this was correct? Or is she still just an ESA?

Because she initiates the behavior herself and wasn’t trained to do it, it does not count as a task and she’s still an ESA. The semantics there are whether it’s something the animal offers on their own (not a task) or if it’s trained to occur reliably (a task). I believe that if you actually trained it and proofed it it might become a service task, but you’d want to check with @actuallyservicedogs on that. 

Mulder’s Journal

Entry One (Millennium):

Scully,  Dana,

I’ve been sitting here for close to an hour now, just trying to find the words. Trying to figure out how to tell you what I learned today.

And then I remembered. You wrote to me in a journal, once. Maybe it’s fitting that I do the same, now. At the very least, maybe it will help me make sense of things enough in my head that I can tell you out loud. Once I can find the words, then I just have to find the courage to say them.

Unfortunately, that might be the hardest part.

Maybe it’s because I’m not ready to believe it yet, myself. More likely it’s because I can’t bring myself to do anything that might dampen the beautiful light in your eyes. You’ve been through more than enough pain for one lifetime; how could I possibly justify causing you more?

Jesus, you’re not even here and I’m still stalling.

Okay. Here it is in black and white: There’s something wrong with my brain. I’m sick.

The doctors don’t know what it is, but as of today, they know some of the things it’s not. It’s not cancer or an aneurysm. It’s not whatever happened before with the artifact. It’s not multiple sclerosis or Lou Gehrig’s or Alzheimer’s. I should be relieved, but… better the devil you know, right?

So, they don’t know what’s wrong with me. They’re going to do some more tests soon. And I know I should tell you. Hell, if it were you, I’d want to know. When you were sick, before, I hated being in the dark. So I get it, and I’ll tell you. I will. It’s just…

You were so happy this morning. It’s a brand new year, and we wrapped up that case last night (zombies, Scully, we fought actual zombies and won, I just want you to remember that), and then it was so late by the time we got back to my apartment that you actually stayed over. You woke up in my bed this morning, which is undeniably the best way I’ve ever started a new year, and I got to make you breakfast (not bad for a guy with one fully functional arm) and take you back to bed again after. It was too perfect to ruin, to tell you that I had an appointment to get my brain checked out this afternoon. And then after, once I had my laundry list of non-answers… I still don’t know how to break it to you.

I’m a coward, Dana. You’ll be here soon, and I had every intention of telling you tonight, and writing this out was supposed to help, but all it’s done is remind me how beautiful your smile is, how happy you’ve been these past few weeks. I can’t take that away from you. Not yet. Besides, maybe the doctors will have more answers for me after the next appointment. It can wait a little longer.

I’ll tell you soon. I promise. Just not yet.

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Meet Cute - Epilogue

Author: SaffreeLove

Words: 1800+

Warnings: swearing, there will always be swearing

A/N: Here is the epilogue, my lovelies. I want to say thank you to everyone that liked and reblogged or sent me a note telling me how much they enjoyed this story. It really means a lot to me. 

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The first week consisted of being with each other during any and all free time. It was how a typical visit would go. Time was precious to you and so you’d spend it all completely absorbed with the other.

Two weeks after you got home, you were waiting for Seb to arrive from the airport. He always had a car service drive him from the airport to prevent issues with fans or paps.

Once you parted ways at the end of the con, the texting began. You had had a conversation on Sunday night about the difficulties of long-distance relationships. However, at Seb’s insistence, money for travel was not an issue. You, thankfully, had a great job that was flexible and gave great vacation time. Agreeing that communication was going to be key, you both were ready to do what it would take to keep this new relationship healthy and growing.

Texting was absolutely your main form of communication. It helped keep up a constant flow of conversation, especially for the times when your daily breaks would fall during his filming. Neither of you had to wait around for the other to be free to ‘talk’, you just texted it out. This wasn’t to say that you didn’t take full advantage of the both of you having iphones and ipads. Facetime became a near nightly occurrence, and something you looked forward to every day. Sometimes the best ones were when you set up your ipad in it’s stand on your kitchen island and made dinner. Neither of you really talking about anything specific, just being together and doing mundane, everyday things together via technology.

After about six months had gone by and you and Seb were still going strong. You had managed to meet up every couple of weeks, on average. The one time it stretched to a month was hard, but you had discovered just how good at phone and video sex you both could be. There may also have been a few toy purchases that helped you get through that long month.

The ‘I love you’ moment happened during the third visit. Seb had been filming in Atlanta and you flew down over a holiday weekend, taking a day on to either side giving you almost five full days with each other. He had that holiday Monday off and you both got a blissful opportunity to sleep in with each other. Around 10 am, you slowly started to wake up. Realizing that the slight pressure you felt on your waist was Seb’s arm curled over you caused the biggest grin to cover your face, and you still hadn’t even opened your eyes. You drifted for a few more minutes, just savoring the moment. The sudden soft snore and shifting from behind you was all the warning you got before his arm tightened and pulled you in close. You knew that he wasn’t fully awake, but there was definitely a part of him that was up and raring to go. The slight grinding, groping, and soft moaning certainly woke your body up the rest of the way. You couldn’t help but send your own little hip swivel back into him. His body stilled for a second, then he gave a slight, happy sounding growl. Dipping his head to your neck, he spoke against your skin.

“Mmmm, Jules. Damn baby, I thought I was dreaming again. You have no idea how happy I am to be wrong.” Hearing his low, gravelly voice so close to your ear was doing a number on your already aroused body. “I love waking up with you. I love feeling your body heat on mine. Love hearing your little snores.” He had been moving his kisses down your neck and out to your shoulder.

You gasped in mock outrage as you rolled to your back to look at him, “Sebastian Stan! I do not snore!”

He smirked, “Wanna bet? I took a video cause it was so fucking cute, I just couldn’t help myself.” Now that he had you on your back, he was free to continue with his kissing journey, punctuated with his words. “As I was saying, I love your little snores. Love your passion for life. Love your honesty. Love how you love your friends and family.” By now, you were struggling between paying serious attention to the words coming out of his mouth and the sensations caused by his mouth. By your count, he’d just used the L word eight times. “Jules,” you turned your head just slightly to look at him. “I love you.”

Time stopped for a minute or so for you. This man, who you had started of crushing on, just confessed his love for you. This man, who constantly amazed you with his generosity and his pure heart. This man, who made your body react in ways no one ever had. He loved you. Which was good, since you were already head over heels for him.

“Again. Say it again, please,” you said with a small smile and a slight sigh.

Crawling over you to nestle his body between your legs, he raised his face back to yours. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” Each declaration was noted with a kiss of increasing heat.

“Mmmmm, that’s good, so good to hear. Especially since I love you as well.” You pulled his face back down to yours for another kiss. This one didn’t end.

Around month nine, your boss sent you to the New York City office for a project for three weeks. You were fucking ecstatic. Three weeks in New York AND Seb was on a break between filming? What the fuck? It was the best thing ever. You immediately texted Sebastian.

The first week consisted of being with each other during any and all free time. It was how a typical visit would go. Time was precious to you and so you’d spend it all completely absorbed with the other.

The second week was dotted with stupid fights. Both of you were trying to ignore your need for quiet, alone time and feeling guilty about not wanting to spend every single second wrapped up with each other.

The third week you had found your balance between time together, time alone, and the best one, time alone together. This was you actually living together. The exciting stuff and the boring stuff. Planning meals, grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, laundry, and even taking the trash out (that was Seb’s job). Two days before your flight home sent you both back into the week one mentality. You had passed some invisible test about whether or not this relationship could survive you living in the same city. Not only that, but you both had found out that you could even live together. To then have to pack your stuff up and go home was heartbreaking.

Two weeks after you got home, you were waiting for Seb to arrive from the airport. He always had a car service drive him from the airport to prevent issues with fans or paps.

Hearing the doorbell had you sprinting out of your home office, down the hall, and yanking open the door.

Standing there, grinning like a damn fool, was the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen. You launched yourself at him. He deftly caught you, wrapped your legs around his waist and walked through the door, dropping his bag just inside. Once the door clicked shut, he had you up against the wall with his mouth all over you. His hands slid into your leggings and squeezed your butt pulling a desperate moan from your lips. You rocked hard into him causing him to groan. He pulled you away from the wall intent on getting you to a bed as soon as fucking possible. Unfortunately, after two steps he stumbled and the two of you would have gone down in a blaze of hormones if he hadn’t grabbed onto the nearby door frame.

“What the hell?” he grumbled out, once he’d gotten his balance and set you down. Looking around, he saw the main room had boxes of varying sizes spread out all over the room. Turning, he could see the boxes in your office as well. Turning back to you, “Jules? What’s going on?”

“So, my boss called me into her office last week. Everyone was really impressed with my work while I was in the New York office, and sort of, well, offered me a promotion to head up my department in New York.

Seb’s jaw hung open. Whispering, he asked, “Jules, are you moving to New York?”

“Well, I said yes and I signed on the dotted line, so yeah, I am.” You had already been a touch nervous about the move and telling Seb, and now you couldn’t quite identify the look on his face. Was he happy and excited or had shit possibly just gotten too real?

His arms wove around your waist and as he pulled you close, you could see that Seb’s eyes were almost shining. “Are you planning to live with me?” His words could have been taken in a negative way had you not heard the love in his voice and seen the adoration in his eyes.

“I was hoping to,” you said quietly, still slightly wary.

“Ah ha ha ha!” he shouted as he spun you around, burying his face in your neck. “Do I get to help you pack? When are you moving? Have you lined up a truck service? Holy shit, baby. I can’t believe you’re moving to me.”

Your face broke out in a smile. “Hey, what are these?” Seb asked wiping a few of your tears away.

“I was a little worried that you might not actually be excited. This is bigger than me just coming to stay for a few weeks.”

Picking you back up, he said, “It is bigger,” kiss, “and better,” nibble, “and amazing,” kiss, “and fantastic,” suck, “and wonderful,” grind, “and I think I might just need to demonstrate exactly how happy I am to you, right now.”

So, that’s it for this fic. Hopefully, you have enjoyed this initial foray into Saff’s brain. Here’s all my shit, if you don’t already know, masterlist. Also, since Tumblr know how to be a royal pain in the ass, here’s my Ao3.

Side note: there are four text message images above. If you cannot see one or more, please let me know.

@svetlanaabril @mycapt-ohcapt @smkunz613 @smoothdogsgirl

Disconnected from any drama going on this site, I am mulling over a serious request.

Can puppy raisers please stop acting like they’re the authority on service dogs and let the actual disabled people do the talking for once maybe?

God I am so tired of being talked down to or spoken over by some puppy raisers who think they’re hot shit for training a puppy in basic obedience for a year for an organization and not having literally anything to do with the actual service dog training or disabled people whatsoever, because they’re able to stroke their charity boners while being condescending to actual disabled people who decide to owner train because orgs aren’t for them.

Jesus H Christ if this woman interrupts me one more time with her stupid, incorrect information while I’m giving a spiel about Creed’s training, I might actually strangle her.

  • I may not say this right because I am new to English, but she has tremendous breasts, yes? 
  • What did we exchange for him?
  • A car is not a bedroom on wheels.
  • She’s not a goddess, she’s more the earth mother whore type, which works for me.
  • Uh, well, I believe that everyone’s political opinion is valid and worth hearing.
  • You know, you’re right, ____, the Fonz could beat up Bruce Lee.
  • My eyes. Oh, and I guess my butt, too.
  • You know, I may have heard something about a party? Can’t recall, but maybe … Andrew Jackson could remind me?
  • He’s not in, but Abe Lincoln is hanging out with the Washington twins. I suppose they have knowledge of the festivities?
  • So, a real wisenheimer, huh. Well, let’s see how smart you are when I  SNAP OFF YOUR HEAD!
  • Good work, Starsky. Let’s roll.
  • So… you’re in like with me?
  • I am telling you. I heard it. The devil is singing backwards on the record.
  • Cartoons make me horny! Oh, and food!
  • I understand. Everybody wants their first makeout to be special, in some place romantic like Ireland or Disney World.
  • I don’t know. It’s like bad things always happen to me, like I have bad luck or something.
  • The reason bad things happen to you … is because you’re a dumbass. Now fix it!
  • The three true branches of the government are: military, corporate and Hollywood.
  • I love the snow! I am a winter nymph! I love America!
  • Responsible people don’t go around getting their nipples twisted.
  • See, when you say it, it just sounds weird
  • Look, I might be the only guy in here who’s actually killed a man.
  • Damn good thing I went with him. He wanted to buy a leisure suit.
  • Leisure suits are for dumbasses. Believe me.
  • You can’t just maul me in front of my father!
  • Bla Bla Bla, You’re late. Be responsible for your own actions.
  • That’s Real easy for you to say, Pal!
  • Um, not touch dead people. Ever.
  • Oh, I am so excited to be in the food service industry. May I cut the cheese?
  • Damn, ___, that could be anybody!
  • I’m so excited about Star Whores.
  • Gentlemen, we have finally done it. A pot leaf on the water tower!
  • It looks like it’s giving me the finger!
  • Do you know how many cool guys live in New York? There’s like… Lou Reed, man!
  • What’re you gonna put on your resume? “Dumbass”?
  • I’m not talking to my dad about this. Do you remember how angry he got when I didn’t rake the yard? This is like, twice as bad!
  • Your grandma’s dead? Oh, man… Let’s go get wasted.
  • I know, it’s difficult to hear with your head up your ass.
  • Well, you know, on the way to the market, I tried to run over a cat. But they are just so darn speedy!
  • So, my parents are, like, fighting all the time, and they want me to choose sides. But I can’t, because they’re both idiots.

For @godlingcaptainchristina. Canon-era, developing ExR. Of sorts.

“Go with solidarity, my brothers, and soon we will see all of Paris roused to our Cause and rallied to our Call!”

Enjolras’s words were met with a round of cheers, bringing the meeting to a close. Enjolras shared a smile with his closest lieutenants before sitting for the first time in over an hour. His break would be only temporary; time was a luxury only the bourgeois could afford and more preparation was needed. But even as Enjolras gratefully accepted a cup from Combeferre and took a sip, he scanned the room, something amiss even with his mind otherwise occupied.

It took him a long moment to realize that there was no glaring error present; rather, what struck him as wrong was the absence of a constant: Grantaire, the libertine and resident cynic who nonetheless was as consistent a presence as darkness to the night. It took him a moment longer to scan his memories and realize that he had not seen Grantaire some four meetings hence, an oddity that he felt remorse at not realizing earlier. “Where is Grantaire?” he asked Combeferre in an undertone, hoping not to draw attention to the question.

Combeferre shook his head, not looking up from the pamphlets spread in front of him. “He has not been here a few weeks, I don’t think,” he said, confirming Enjolras’s realization. “Surely you noticed? There is a reason our meetings have gone undisturbed of late by the fumes of wine and rants of nonbelievers.”

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One Summer, three best friends, a fortune teller and a mysterious new arrival in town.

I Can See Clearly Now

“I can see clearly now the rain is gone, I can see all obstacles in my way.”

June 19 - Virginia

Looking back, Caroline blamed her unexpected discovery on boredom that summer. The temperature had hit a stifling 103 degrees mainly due to low cloud cover containing the heat and the girls piled into the car headed for the cool sanctuary of the movie theatre to catch the latest Nicholas Sparks adaption. 

Well, that’s what Bonnie and Caroline wanted to see. Katherine on the other hand preferred a lot less mush, as she liked to put it, and a lot more violence. Knowing her dogged determination, Caroline knew this was going to be a difficult argument to win.

They’d been best friends since they were six. Class bully Jimmy Johnson had been teasing Bonnie mercilessly and one day went too far, earning himself a smack from both Caroline and Katherine. The girls still maintained that their ‘time out’ punishment was more than worth it to see him return to school with two very attractive, black eyes. After that he’d never messed with Bonnie again.

Now here they were about to embark on their Senior Year of High School. All Caroline had ever wanted was to leave Mystic Falls but even now she was beginning to feel nostalgic for the only place she’d ever called home. Not to mention her best friends. They’d chosen not to discuss their plans for the following year, too scared to contemplate separating.

“Um, last time I checked the cinema is in that direction, Katherine,” Bonnie gestured behind them.

“Who needs GPS when I have Bonnie Bennett barking directions at me from the backseat.”

“Well, she does have a point, Kat,” Caroline chimed into the conversation. “Surely the prospect of Nicholas Sparks isn’t bad enough to make you drive in the complete opposite direction.”

“Ah yeah he is, that Notebook movie you guys made me watch has scarred me for life.”

“It’s okay, we promised not to tell anyone you cried,” Bonnie mused.

“There was something in my eye, I told you that,” she shot back. “Anyway, I just thought we could do something a little different today. You know given it will be our last high school summer and all.” The dread lingered between them for a while, each girl feeling the overwhelming sadness that came with that very fact.

“I’m almost afraid to ask,” Bonnie murmured, finally breaking the silence.

“You’ll love it, trust me.”

“The last time she said that I ended up dancing on the bar at the Mystic Grill in a tequila fuelled haze,” Caroline recalled.

“And look how much fun you had. Well, you know after the hangover subsided.”

“And the subsequent grounding from the Sheriff. Katherine, she was this close to pressing charges against her own daughter for public drunkenness.”

“Yeah those were good times,” Caroline drawled, raising her eyebrows. “Please tell me this little surprise doesn’t involve illegal activity of any kind?”

“You two really are boring,” she muttered, checking out her appearance in the rearview mirror. “But no this isn’t illegal, well not that I know of anyway. If I’m being honest, I’m not completely across the laws in Maryland.” The girls were rendered speechless just as the ‘Thank you for visiting Mystic Falls’ sign rushed past their windows.

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Jeremy Corbyn letter to the Prime Minister regarding the independent public inquiry into the fire at Grenfell Tower

Jeremy Corbyn, Leader of the Labour Party, has today written to the Prime Minister regarding the decision to hold a full and independent public inquiry into the fire at Grenfell Tower.

Jeremy Corbyn said:

“Whilst the inquiry should be limited to the awful events at Grenfell Tower, it must be empowered to consider all the steps that were, or were not, taken leading up to and contributing to this most terrible incident. It must also identify the urgent steps that need to be taken in relation to fire safety standards for other buildings of this nature.

“In addition to finding facts, the inquiry must be empowered to make recommendations for the avoidance of any similar future disaster – and in so doing, to consider recommendations arising from previous similar fire-related deaths.”

The full text of the letter is below.

Theresa May                                                                                     16 June 2017

The Prime Minister

10 Downing Street



Dear Prime Minister,

I am writing to note your decision to hold a full and independent public inquiry into the fire at Grenfell Tower and to seek your assurance that the inquiry you establish will be held under the provisions of the 2005 Inquiries Act.

On the assumption that it is your intention to establish a 2005 Act Inquiry, I want to share my view that it is vital that the Terms of Reference be drawn with sufficient scope for the inquiry to establish all the relevant facts and to ensure that all necessary lessons are learned. Whilst the inquiry should be limited to the awful events at Grenfell Tower, it must be empowered to consider all the steps that were, or were not, taken leading up to and contributing to this most terrible incident. It must also identify the urgent steps that need to be taken in relation to fire safety standards for other buildings of this nature.

In addition to finding facts, the inquiry must be empowered to make recommendations for the avoidance of any similar future disaster – and in so doing, to consider recommendations arising from previous similar fire-related deaths.

It is very important that the Terms of Reference are drawn with sufficient scope to require the participation of all those with a legitimate interest – this should undoubtedly include the bereaved families, survivors and also individuals and organisations with a legitimate interest such as the residents’ campaign and representative organisations who were involved in the period leading up to these events. Their views and experiences are as important, if not more so, as the expert opinions of state actors and their service providing contractors.

I am also very concerned to ensure that this public inquiry is not used to delay any parallel actions which might be taken by interested parties. It is important that justice is served in as comprehensive and timely way possible. This must include, of course, ensuring that legal funding is available to support those involved in the inquiry and any inquests.  I would also like to support the request of the Mayor of London for an interim report to be produced which I believe is important for the community to feel as if justice is being done in a timely manner.

Whilst I believe that the policies and priorities of your government in the arenas of social housing and public safety are legitimate targets for my criticism, I hope we both share a determination to discover the truths underpinning this tragedy so to avoid any repetition.  For these reasons, in support of my hope to publicly welcome your decision, I would appreciate early consultation on your government’s proposed inquiry Terms of Reference.

In response to my question yesterday, the Minister of State for Policing and the Fire Service made it very clear that survivors made homeless would be appropriately and locally rehoused. This is imperative in order that they be enabled to re-build their lives and have some hope of recovery from these devastating events. It now appears that the Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea may not be as committed to ensuring that all are re-housed locally. Your public re-commitment to this is imperative as part of an unequivocal, wider statement that the government will do all it can to provide timely practical support to those who have suffered so much. In this context, I note the announcement of the first government investment of £5million. Given the magnitude and scale of the crisis, this will clearly not be sufficient and I therefore await information regarding further funding plans.

On a related matter, I believe that an attitude of generosity and compassion in relation to the costs of funeral expenses and ensuring that it is possible for families living outside the UK to travel here to attend funerals, as well as participate in the inquiry, is also warranted in such a tragic situation. This is particularly the case given the circumstances of many of the Grenfell Tower residents, including the number of bereaved families who may be resident overseas and the costs of burial and cremation. As was also raised at yesterday’s brief discussion in the Grand Committee, I would expect that the Home Office guarantees the replacement, as a matter of urgent priority, of all documentation for those affected.

Finally, on behalf of all those in the Labour Party, may I express our admiration for those in the emergency services who responded with the utmost courage and professionalism and share our deepest sorrow at these harrowing events – and commit that we will do all in our power to ensure that this be the last such tragedy of its kind in our country.

Yours sincerely,

Jeremy Corbyn

When Words Don’t Predict Behaviour

So there is this concept I’ve heard in Christian circles that I think really applies to todays social justice environment. The concept is atheistic Christianity which was described essentially as people who profess a belief in God but they live and act in a way that can not possibly be done if you actually believed. Like if you actually believed an all powerful all seeing entity that has claimed stealing is wrong exists…how can you possibly be a professional thief? If you say I believe eating this item will kill me…I don’t want to die…and then eat it…it’s logical to conclude you did not really believe it would kill you. In a broader sense it’s people who genuinely think they believe something and who may passionately advocate for it…but do not actually believe it when the chips are down. 

I find myself more and more listening to people rant about their insane beliefs that swear they believe them up and down and I’m just like…

I was reminded of the concept when watching the episode of the office where there is a bat in the office. Kelly gets on her soapbox to plead with the men to not hurt the bat and that it’s wrong to hurt another living creature. Then it flies at her and she runs away screaming “kill it kill it kill it!” I just think that’s a perfect depiction of social justice types on the left. 

The type to chew you out for even suggesting certain parts of town are more dangerous than others…but no they will not go hang out there at night are you crazy? 

Or the vegan types who say humans are no more valuable than any other species on the planet. They say things like that but they cannot possibly believe that and carry on in our society. If they really believed that then to them putting up a bug zapper in your backyard makes you a thousand times worse of a person than Jeffrey Dahmer. After all that one bug zapper kills thousands of insects Dahmer didn’t even come close to that…and since people are no more valuable than an insect… how do you live day to day with people you believe to be as heinous as we see serial killers. How do you not stop in the street every day breaking down in tears, screaming in agony over all the ants you stepped on without realizing. Insects alone is a constant genocide and if you really believed that you lived among such actions a condescending blurb on tumblr about how terrible people are is not a proportioned response to those beliefs. 

Or the feminists who say women are capable of anything a man is and get offended at any suggestion that men are more capable physically. Suddenly nobody is a feminist when it’s time to move furniture. Suddenly everyone realizes oh…well I cannot lift this I might die…perhaps the man twice my size should handle that. 

Or white men who rant endlessly about how evil white men are and how the world would be better off without white men…but never respond like this…

Or the rich celebrities who say let’s open the borders, let’s share the wealth right after retreating to one of their giant mansions behind a large gate.

It’s even worse when hypocrisy is added to the mix. Like with the people who say violence is bad and never the answer that attack people for words they believe may cause violence.

It’s nothing but lip service, self delusion and virtue signalling.

And sometimes the more radical a person is in the defense of their ideals it doesn’t always mean their convictions are strong. In fact it could mean their convictions are very flimsy and they are drastically overcompensating.