its like living in my government

a tale of trees and espionage

okay story time:

my professor (lovely man, married to our TA, 5'2", about as intimidating as a muffin) is a dendrologist by trade, so he studies trees. it was about three hours into our social sciences course, last lecture before exams, everyone was frazzled and exhausted, so he told us about his most exciting/in-depth research to date to cheer us up.

(the few of us who actually showed up were like “ok sir im sure its fascinating” but in our minds we were totally like its trees what. is. exciting. about trees. You might be wondering the same thing - the acorns? the leaves? the roots? BUT NO. IMMA FUCKIN TELL YA.)

ANYWAY we settle in, he had a few pictures loaded up from his field work (we were chuckling at this point…. ‘hehehe field work’ i giggled to my frend. its trees.) and began to tell his tale. it’s long, imma warn you, but……. god. just read it.

theres an species of tree called the cucumber tree (Magnolia acuminata, if ya wanna get all Latin-y). its super endangered, in our region there’s only ~280 that are registered by the government, yadda yadda yadda. my prof thought that was tragic (i know) but also strange, because when he was writing his thesis about local trees years ago, he kept coming across cucumber trees in really random places. we’re talking like backyards, independently-owned nurseries, etc. WHICH IS IMPOSSIBLE because, according to tree law (i know) it is very strictly protected by the government, and thus super “illegal to possess, transport, collect, buy or sell any part of a living or dead member of a listed species if it originates from wild sources.” essentially, the govt takes control over growing the trees and anyone who independently raises them is breaking the law (i know)

so he’d ask people “do you have a permit for these trees?” and they were like “uh no, it’s just a tree someone sold me, i think it looks nice, are you gonna arrest me?” so he’d be like “nah nah nah just tell me who sold it to you”

eventually, months/years later, someone did, and turns out it was like this underground sort-of illegal tree dealing club (i know). so my prof went, got a bit of funding from the government, who were getting pissed at independent cucumber tree numbers, and THIS IS WHERE IT GETS INTO THE GOOD SHIT I STG.

he infiltrates the tree trafficking organization. he buys a cucumber tree from an independent nursery, raises it for months, ensures he gets noticed by the traffickers, and then INFILTRATES it and convinces its leader to LET HIM JOIN. he has to pay like a steep entrance fee, which he does (and it blows my mind that the government of my country paid money to illegal tree dealers), but then he is given full access to records and maps because they think he’s one of them, not a SECRET AGENT.

now this part blows my mind because the tree lords don’t even have to try very hard to find cucumber trees because government agents MARK THE TREES AND DISTINCTLY TAG THEM SAYING THIS IS ENDANGERED DO NOT TOUCH. so, ya know…………. it’s a bit obvious. my prof hangs out with the members so much that he figures out their “hit spots”. these are where the trees are relatively secluded and unguarded. (he writes all this shit and numbers down for his research.)

BUT THATS NOT ENOUGH BECAUSE THE GOVT SAYS HES WASTING THEIR FUNDING IF HE DOESNT HAVE PROOF and they are willing to take LEGAL ACTION for misuse of funding (my prof doesn’t have the money nore time nor power to take them to court, which would also blow his cover). so my prof literally STAKES OUT a copse of cucumber trees at a recognized wildlife reserve for. DAYS. he camps there, and watches the trees, is about to give up, he’s going off an unreliable rumor from the traffickers that a harvester would be going there within the next week. finally, this guy comes and takes the cucumber tree seeds from the CLEARLY MARKED trees by the government, and my prof takes pictures (we are shown these pictures, most of us are speechless at this point). dozens of candid shots of a man my grandpa’s age with a grocery store bag, garden shears, and a ladder, clipping away the illegal seeds and then going on his merry fucking way.

so my prof has the proof, he’s been undercover for months now at this point, he writes up his report, gives it to the government who is like…….. “oh shit”, helps them draft up a new LESS COMPLETELY FUCKING OBVIOUS way of marking endangered trees (so that way non-tree-lovers wouldn’t damage them further, etc.), and then never returns to the tree traffickers. he’d given them a fake name, address, everything….. he disappears.

…there was a full minute of stunned silence from us students at this point, during which he grew more and more nervous (again, he’s a muffin) and all of us students are just like……. “whoa.” we asked him what happened to the remaining illegal cucumber trees & if he turned the tree dealers in to the government, and that is when he smiles a little bit and shows us the last few pictures. because here’s the kicker… he never turned the smugglers in. he burned all the data he collected, defied the government pressuring him to turn them in, and the only reason he’s not incarcerated is because his work is so prominent in certain circles now & universities love him, that there would be an uproar if he got arrested. he’s like a fucking anti-hero and then he tells us (i’ll never forget, it’s the most inspirational green-thumb thing in the world) “it may be 'illegal’, but those who risk their liberty to ~save the world~ should never be reprimanded, no matter what those in power say.”

we are all stunned. some of us are considering dendrology as a field we’d now be interested in pursuing. he clicks his slide one final time, before we leave our last lecture and, since he had an asthma attack (lil muffin) he didn’t attend our exam, so i never see him again…………

and there, on the slides, the last picture? THERE HE IS. in his own backyard. with his equally lovely TA wife. both grinning innocently, standing underneath a……. FUCKING. FULL GROWN. ILLEGAL. CUCUMBER TREE.


“People of the world: HELP US! Venezuela is fighting for its freedom”

I know you guys don’t care for my country, but this is important! Share the word please!

For 18 years Venezuela has been living under a dictatorial regime that covers itself has democracy. People is starving, dying because there’s no food nor medicines, there’s no money and everyday more people leave this country in hopes of finding a better life some place else. 

This corrupt government is blind to the people’s issues and has tried to cover like we’re totally fine in front of other countries. We’re tired, we can’t take this anymore! 

Protests started a couple weeks ago and so far a lot of people have died or been imprisoned for fighting for our freedom. GNB is shooting and teargassing the protestants.

It’s clear to us we need support of other countries! Please! Help us get rid of this government that’s killing and tearing this country apart. Please, help Venezuela in the fight for its freedom!! 

All the pictures are from April 19th, 2017.

For more info on this subject you can check the ig accounts I link bellow!

Pictures taken from Instagram accounts:  @VenezuelaLucha@elpanavenezolano @esdevenezolanoss

  • <p> <b>Person:</b> um you don't have to be so bitter about life all of the time! Quit being negative about politics!!<p/><b>Me:</b> I literally live in fear of the government now and I have friends who are going to be affected worse than me.<p/><b>Person:</b> it won't be that bad!!<p/><b>Me:</b> just because it's not your healthcare or human rights being taken away doesn't mean I am going to be okay.<p/><b>Person:</b> he can't do all that!!<p/><b>Me:</b> he literally has the support of a third of Americans right now. What would you feel like if one third of your country hated you and felt you don't deserve human rights.<p/></p>


31. “I’d abolish all rights and rename them privileges.”

30. “Human rights law should be suspended when dealing with the nation’s security.”

29. “Those who think their privacy is more important than the safety of all of us worry me and I’m glad the government doesn’t listen to them.”

28. “When does free speech become sedition?”

27. “If you have done nothing wrong you have nothing to hide.”

26. “Unless action is taken to root out these fifth columnists the problem can only get worse.”

25. “I would want the state to employ numerous torture techniques, working shifts around the clock.”

24. “If a few terrorist suspects have to be held without trial, deprived of sleep and yes, even water-boarded, to protect the rest of us then so be it.”

23. “We should put armed soldiers on our streets.”

22. “It’s time we ended all this ‘civil liberties’ nonsense.”

21. “Torture is OK.”

20. “If you aren’t doing wrong then you haven’t got anything to worry about.”

19. “Anyone with nothing to hide should have their DNA taken.”

18. “Everyone who lives in our country should give a DNA sample.”

17. “Forget about civil rights, we are at war.”

16. “This country needs a military presence on its streets.”

15. “Anyone who opposes this has something to hide.”

14. “Perhaps Western Christendom needs to declare its very own holy crusade.”

13. “Why not allow the Government total access to all electronic communications? I have nothing to hide.”

12. “If accessing my phone means stronger and greater security for the country, I’m more than happy.”

11. “If, like me, you have nothing to hide, then you have nothing to worry about.”

10. “I would have no objection to carrying proof that I am entitled to live in our country.”

9.“I am happy for MI5 or MI6 to know when I am on the train…if that means they are free to gather information about someone who plans to blow me up.”

8. “We have to be less tolerant.”

7.“Torture these terror nuts until they tell us wot we need 2 know and when they’ve told us torture them more just 4 the hell of it.”

6.“…make sure that everyone in the UK has an identification card…anyone at any time can be requested to show this card to prove that they are in the country legally.”

5. “…the time has come for the normal procedures with regard to evidence to be suspended for the duration of the war on terror for the protection of the public.”

4.“Shouldn’t we be on a war footing with everyone carrying an ID card at all times and state security being empowered to stop and search at will?”

3. “In this day and age, if you don’t do what a policeman tells you to do, then expect a world of hurt.”

2. “…surely it is time to re-introduce internment.”

1. “I don’t understand why people are against internment.”

Received this ridiculous email from the white house yesterday. Propaganda much? First of all, get me the fuck off your list serve. Second of all, it blows my mind how blatantly the GOP continues to ignore the millions of lives ACA has helped/saved. Is it perfect? Absolutely not. But surely we can all agree that its replacement should be a BETTER proposition FOR THOSE IT SERVES. Does Trumpcare do that? Absolutely not.

You know what, fine. I’ll ‘share my story’. It goes a little something like this: ACA saved my life. Your new plan is going to kill me, and 24 million others. If not from the lack of patient care, than from the debilitating debt I will undoubtedly incur.

Noir Nocturne Part 1 Chapter 15 Messers. Blake and Charles

Claire was embarrassed by her near hysteria. She couldn’t remember the last time she had broken down so completely. She most certainly had not meant to mention Frank yet. She hadn’t been sure what Jamie’s reaction would be once he put two and two together, but she had not been expecting him to frighten her. He was normally so calm, considerate and almost nonchalant about life in general.  

She’d known there must be a harder side to him before today, he’d been a soldier after all, but she’d never really seen it.  She didn’t see him fight the Redcoats, just the results. There had been a brawl in a tavern and once he had shown off demonstrating weapons, but that wasn’t the same as actual soldiering. 

She realized that his sacrifice in marrying her, tender nature and contagious joy as a lover, may have blinded her to parts of his nature that she hadn’t had much reason to consider yet. He had been furious, not just disappointed, when he grabbed her arm and he hadn’t done it lightly. The look on his face was so out of character it truly shocked her.

He did appear to be genuinely sorry however, and had tried to comfort her. Was it possible he loved her and that is why he had reacted so badly? If that was the case, wouldn’t she know it, or maybe she hadn’t wanted to? Perhaps he thought she didn’t care for him enough to trust her with the depth of his feelings, whatever they were. Did she love him? Was it more than just overwhelming sexual attraction? Surely it was too soon to decide that, for either of them.

Get ahold of yourself Beauchamp! You simply must focus on what is still to be done today, the rest of this can wait, she thought as she went through the door of the Employment Center behind the men.

It was a large entry room, at least ten manned desks, with lines snaking to each one. People were milling about around the walls as well. The first desk in the entry way had an information sign on the front. She’d start there. “Go over by that wall and wait for me please. I’ll find out where Mr. Blake is.” She told Jamie, who nodded and collected up the others, marshalling them to the furthest open spot. She could see their looks of astonishment over the different ethnicities in the room. Ah, yet another thing she should have already told them about. The list was growing endless she thought and sighed as she rubbed her forehead.

“I beg your pardon, we are here to see Mr. Blake, could you tell me where I might find him?” She asked the harried looking woman seated at the desk. Claire tried to give her a warm smile of encouragement as well, although she wasn’t quite sure she succeeded, still a bit wobbly that. The thing was that she felt somewhat better after the confrontation with Jamie, steadier on her feet somehow, now that she’d let some of the emotion out. Her heart no longer felt like it was riding in her throat and the numbness had left her hands.

“He’s not in yet. Won’t be here until 11:00. Just wait over there somewhere and I’ll send him your way when I see him.” The lady informed her, without looking up, waving one hand in the direction of the wall, and lighting a cigarette with the other. She had the most interesting hairstyle, finger waves, Claire remembered they were called, doubting that her own hair could ever be managed into something so stylish. This was getting ridiculous, why could she not focus on one thing at a time?

“Thank you.”

“Welcome. Next!”

Claire, deciding the woman was probably overwhelmed by the masses and not reacting poorly to herself, crossed the room to stand with the others. “We have to wait for him, he won’t be here for another thirty minutes I’m afraid. Now would be a good time for questions, quietly please.” She leaned against the wall, glad to be out of the way of all the others in the room.

“Are those Asians? Are they slaves in the colonies too? Was the tamale seller from here or somewhere else? Do women work everywhere now or only in the Americas?” came in one long string from Angus.

“Oh, Dear God Angus, must you? Must you really?” she sighed heavily, wondering where to begin.

“One thing at a time then Claire, start wheree’er ye like Lass” Jamie said, resting back against the wall next to her, reaching out a large hand for hers. She took the gesture for what it was, a kindness, and not direction for husbandly sake.

“No, they aren’t slaves and neither is anyone else here! That all ended some time ago, in the 1830s and 1840s in the United Kingdom and then its’ colonies and territories. The Colonies, which became the United States of America in the 1770s with a document called the Declaration of Independence and a Revolutionary War, fought yet another war, called the Civil War, to eliminate slavery, among other issues, here in the 1860s The United States is a Republic, and has no King or Queen, France is now the same. Theoretically, this is a Democracy, in the Ancient Greek style, with a Government in the Ancient Roman style. The current President, leader in charge, is Herbert Hoover. This country will be an invaluable ally to Great Britain in the First and Second World Wars. It has its’ problems, like everywhere else and currently the economic and political states are in flux. The Government doesn’t know what to do about the Depression, and generally stays out of peoples’ lives, except Prohibition, so most control and or help is on a local level. There is a Military, but it is nothing like the Redcoats of old.

Immigrants have come here from all over the world for an opportunity at a better life or to escape persecution, famine, wars or just to satisfy wanderlust. I had never even visited here before we arrived, and other than meeting many Yanks in my War and seeing Motion Pictures or reading the News, World Histories or fictional tales about it, that is the extent of my knowledge about this place.

I know trivial things of course, like who wins the next several World Series of Baseball, or General Elections, or who the Heavy Weight Boxing Champion is…” Claire gasped and stopped abruptly. That is what had been tapping on her brain! People gambled here, on all kinds of things. She would have to learn how to go about it and soon.


“Ye mean ye ken things that are going to happen that we might have use of Lass?” Dougal asked as soon as she stopped and he took notice of her startled face. “For money aye?” He wasn’t sure he cared at all about all the other things she’d said about this place, but that, that he did find interesting.

“Yes Dougal! But give me time to think on it and decide what to do about it. Surely you have other questions that I can help with now?” She raised a brow at him and frowned slightly. Ah but she was a unique woman, he thought. While he knew she must have fears, and certainly her tears had confused him, he just couldn’t help but admire her courage. She didna give a tinkers’ damn about what he wanted. It tickled him no end that he didna impress her one bit.

“Weel, tell me more of this place we’ve landed in and what are Motion Pictures? Can we see one then?” he asked, leaning into the other side of her and nudging her with his shoulder. He grinned down at her and then looked up and winked at Jamie on her other side. “I ken she knows more than she’s telling lad. You might have to beat her to make her properly respectful.”

“I would like to see him try to!” Claire huffed, not really appreciating the joke.

“While I’m sure I could, canna imagine that I would.” Jamie laughed and chucked her chin. “Nae ‘twould ha’e to be life or death ye ken?”

“Nae sure who’s death it would be.” Murtagh said to Angus, who rolled his eyes and guffawed.

“She’d scratch yer eyes out if ye tried Jamie, but I’d be willing to pay to see it.” Angus said, digging in his pocket for some of his change from breakfast.

“That will be enough of that you lot! If you can’t be serious, at least control yourselves and put away your change Angus. You’ll be needing it soon enough.” Claire finally giggled a bit. “Motion pictures are like those photographs in the attic Dougal. They make them here, although it used to all be done in New York. If we have time to go see one before we must get back to the boarding house, I’ll treat you all to one. This is a very large state called California, as far as I can tell it’s a bit different here than elsewhere in the States, but it’s a huge country and I seriously doubt you will believe how big until you see maps.”

“This state alone is probably five times the size of your countries combined” said a humorous deep voice standing about ten feet away from them.

Dougal looked up quickly, prepared to say something rude to the stranger, but stopped abruptly when he got a look at the man as he came towards them.

“I understand you were looking for me? Might you be the ones Father McDaniel sent over to see me?”

Claire stepped forward and held out her hand to him, smiling brightly, she said, “Mr. Blake, I presume?”

He took her hand and shook it. “Yes, Mrs. Fraser? If you all will follow me to my office, I have the information you need.”

They followed him across the entry room and into a rather large office that held only one desk and several chairs. Dougal was impressed with the man, although he wasn’t sure why. Mr. Blake was tall, wide of shoulder, with skin the color of fine tobacco. He had the most striking eyes. They were so dark, he couldn’t see his pupils. He wore a thin mustache and a black suit, with something in the upper pocket, folded in peaks. His hair was tightly combed to his scalp in dark waves that shone.

Dougal had never seen anything like him. None of them had, except Claire, and she had the oddest little smirk on her face as she looked at the men. It was as if she was laughing at them, but he couldn’t understand why.

“Please be seated. We have a few things to cover before you head to work tomorrow. Father McDaniel explained your tragic circumstances to me. Shame about that fire that destroyed your passports. But I imagine we’ll be able to replace them soon enough.” Mr. Blake picked up something from his desk, sat down and pulled some papers towards himself.

“Ah, yes, the fire, it took most of our possessions as well Mr. Blake.” Claire said, cool as you please. She was getting better at lying Dougal thought.

“Well, if you would give me your names, dates of birth, country of origin, any other countries you might have traveled to, and when, as well as when you arrived here, I will have an associate of mine make you new ones.” Mr. Blake replied, looking at Claire out of the corner of his eyes in a manner that said he knew she was lying, but that it didn’t matter.

“Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp Fraser…” Claire began and then proceeded to fill in the details as Mr. Blake wrote it all down. The men just gave their names and birthdays and followed her lead on the rest.  “Do you think you might be able to provide us with birth certificates and a marriage license as well Mr. Blake?” she said, surprising all of them, except Mr. Blake, Dougal saw.

“Oh, shouldn’t be much of a stretch Mrs. Fraser, cost you though.  Say five dollars total each? When you go to get your pictures taken for your passports, next week, my associate will have those documents as well. Does it matter who we list on the certificates or…?” Mr. Blake replied.

“Give the gentleman your parents’ names please. The marriage certificate should read Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp and James Alexander Malcom MacKenzie Fraser, with Dougal MacKenzie and Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser as witnesses. Make sure it’s a Catholic certificate, if you would. I am sure Father McDaniel will be happy to sign as the presiding Priest and date it four days ago please.”

“Ah, newlyweds, congratulations are in order. Best wishes for your long happiness. Now, about the airport job. It should last a week, and you will be working through the weekend. The bus will pick you up here at 7 AM. Don’t be late or it will leave without you. You’ll mostly be digging, hauling and grading, but they pay at the end of each day, and no questions asked about who I send. Do a good job, and I’ll be happy to find you more as I am able, once we have you legal again. The foreman’s name is Don Grant. He’s fair but tough. I take it you have something lined up Mrs. Fraser? Come back and see me if that doesn’t pan out. I can get you day bit parts with your looks.” He smiled and stood up, sticking out his hand for each of them to shake.

Dougal felt like he had missed something in all this but couldn’t quite grasp what it was. He shook the man’s hand, approving of his firm grip. “Thank ye man” he said, meaning it.


“Well, that took care of several birds with one stone.”  Claire said as she led them back outside.

Murtagh, who was a bit lost with all that had happened since they’d left the diner, if he was honest, shook his head and asked, “Did that all go as it should?”

Claire laughed and took his arm “Yes, yes it did. He obviously knew what he was about, and Father McDaniel had filled him in somewhat as to our predicament. I doubt he told him when we were from though. Now, let’s get you all cleaned up a bit more before we find you some work clothes.”

Murtagh was absurdly pleased she had taken his arm. Jamie would like that too. Dougal and Angus looked at her askance though. He grinned nastily at them and led her further up the street. “Barber, is it?” he said as he tried out tipping his hat to her.

She flushed a lovely light pink about the cheeks, squeezed his arm a bit and said “Yes, there’s one up there, see the red and white striped pole? That’s how you know one’s about.” She pointed several buildings down and he strolled contented at her side.

They all filed into the shop, and he looked around for signs of doctoring, but it was not like that. There were four red upholstered chairs with headrests, one of which was occupied. There were four men in white smocks standing near sinks, one of whom was wrapping a towel around the face of the man reclined in one of the red seats. There were more chairs near the door, a table in front of them, scattered with papers.  

“It’s a stampede!” came a muffled voice from under the towel.

“I don’t think so Nick, looks like four men in search of serious trims if you ask me.” Replied the man placing another steaming towel on the customer’s face.

“Well, men should always be serious about trim, if you ask me” chuckled the muffled face.

Claire coughed. “I beg your pardon, but these gentlemen all need your services. I’m going to head across the street to the five and dime whilst you get on with it.”

“I do apologize Madam. Had no idea we were in the presence of an English lady” waved the cultured voice with one manicured, slender hand.

“Think nothing of it. I’ll be back in twenty minutes or so. Enjoy your pampering my lads.” She laughed and left quickly by the ringing door.

“Well, three of you sit down over here and one of you guard the front door from any more women intruders” said one of the smocked men.

There was a bit of a scrum to see who would be sitting by the door.

“Mike, take Red there, Bob, see to the giant in grey, Steve you’ve got your pick of the other two. Well, gentlemen, we don’t actually bite you know, set yourselves down and let’s get on with it. I’m Larry by the by. This here’s Nick Charles under the facial. He’s famous.”

Murtagh decided courage was the better part of valor and took the third seat before Angus could. “Oh, Aye Larry? And what’s he famous for then?” he asked as he rested his feet on the small platform at the end of the chair.

“Him? He’s the detective of course. But you’ll not be knowing that if you’re fresh off the boat” sniffed Larry.

“What’ll it be” asked Mike of Murtagh. “Can’t remember the last time I saw four men in beards. Want that shaved then? Facial like Charles? Haircuts definitely.”

“I’ll have the shave, haircut and facial” Jamie said to Bob.

“Ye’ll no be taking my beard, but ye can trim it up if it suits ye. Hair and facial too” Dougal told Steve.

“Aye, same as Dougal then” Murtagh said, folding his hands over his hat in his lap.

The barbers all snapped and swirled capes in unison and the men all sat up a bit straighter when they were covered in them. Angus laughed from his seat by the door “Ye look like huge ghosties, ya gobshites.”

“Ah, nothing like a good Scottish accent on the ears” said Nick as he sat up and removed the towels. He stood and removed a flask from his interior jacket pocket. “Paper cups will have to do Lawrence.” He collected several white cones from a stand on the other side of the door and gave one to each of the men seated. He poured out a small dram of what smelled like whisky to Murtagh in each of the cones.

“Here’s looking up your old address! Your health lads and welcome.” Nick said and drank his down.

It was very fine whisky indeed.

“What’s this then?” Dougal asked.

“Why that’s Kentucky mash my good man. Bourbon, not Scotch alas.” Nick laughed and poured himself another, emptying the flask and sighing. “Put their beautifications on my tab Lawrence. I’ll be back presently.” He waved again and left.

“Just where’s everyone gettin’ whisky then?” Angus questioned casually.

“Hah! The day will never come when Mr. Charles doesn’t have it.” Larry said, waving him over to the now empty seat. “I know, you want the same as Red” he said, as he appeared to study the length of his hair and beard.

“Ye should shave him bald, ye ken. Nae tellin’ what’s livin’ in tha’ mop.” Murtagh suggested helpfully.


Claire spent a few minutes wandering the aisles of the store, happily looking over all the items and enjoying her few minutes in peace. They had work clothes and shoes in a basement Men’s section but she needed the men to fit them, and they likely were too pricey anyway. She took her time at the perfume counter on the main floor instead, nearly crying again with joy.

“May I help you Madam?” a salesclerk asked her when she stopped by another counter to look at watches.

“Oh yes please, something not too expensive if you don’t mind.”

“This is a lovely piece, two dollars, but worth it, if you ask me. You can pin it to anything and it has a seconds arm as well.” He said, pointing to a silver broach with an open face. It had a loop for putting it on as necklace too.

“That will do nicely” she said, concerned with the price, but needing it for work. He handed it over after placing it in a small velvet box. She paid him and stepped away to look at some sundries down one of the aisles closer to the door.  She would have to wait on the perfume she determined. Oh well, maybe Mrs. Bartlett would have an idea where she could look for bargains.

“I think the lads might be missing you” came Nick’s cultured voice to her right.

She jumped about a foot in the air, coming down with a small “Oh!”, whipping her head around to look at him.

He was in a beautifully tailored suit of dove grey, with a lavender tie and matching pocket handkerchief. His hat was grey felt with a darker grey band, casually tipped to just above his right eye. He was smiling kindly, but pursing his lips as he did so.

“Nick Charles Madam. Please forgive my ill manners, my wife would be mortified, I’m sure.”

“You just startled me, it’s fine really. Did something happen?” she asked worriedly.

“Now what could happen there that would make you look like that, I wonder.”

She wasn’t sure how to respond. Was he just curious by nature? Why had he followed her here? Why did his name ring a bell? “Oh, I’ve just had a long morning Mr. Charles, bit ragged around the edges. If you’ll excuse me, I must be getting back to them. Lovely to meet you!” she babbled as she stepped around him and out the door.


Jamie decided he quite liked this Barber Shop. The Barbers never stopped talking but were quick about their jobs. The towels were heated through, damp and scented. He could get used to that bit of pampering. He wasn’t a vain man, so he really didn’t care what his hair looked like, but thought he could also get used to the cream that flattened it down and made it shine as well. Would Claire like it though, that was the question. She’d never seen it this short, or neat.

They took seats back by the door and waited for Larry to finish with Angus, who looked like an entirely different man without all that unruly hair about his head and face.  

“Yer own Mither wouldna’ ken ye” Murtagh said picking up one of the papers from the table. The bell rang again and Claire came back just as Jamie was doing the same.

“That spawn of Satan didna’ ha’e a Mother.” Dougal stated, standing up and heading to the door.

“I’ll ha’e ye know I did!” Angus, who had been studying himself in the mirror, held out his hand to Larry and thanked him before winking at Claire.

“Goodness! You all certainly look polished up! What a lovely job you’ve made of it.” She said as she opened her wee bag.

“Master Charles paid Claire.” Jamie said, wondering still if she liked what she saw.

“That was kind of him, I wonder why he did?”

“Just that sort of fella. You all be sure to come back in a couple of weeks. Can’t have you looking like hooligans.” Larry said, sweeping up the multicolored hair on the floor.

The other barbers had taken over the seats and waved them all out the door.

“Where to now Sassenach?”

“Oh, I think we should search for a second-hand shop for your work clothes and shoes, and then we’ll take a bus to a cinema. That way you will know what to expect in the morning.” She placed her arm about his waist and whispered up into his ear “You look very handsome Jamie and you smell lovely.”

He warmed to his toes and placed an arm about her shoulders. “It was verra nice in there. Did ye find what ye needed at the store?”

“I did indeed. I’ll show you later.”

Jamie’s mind went straight to those single beds and he felt himself starting to flush about the neck.

“Just what is causing that my lad?” Claire asked knowingly.

“I tell ye later too.” He grinned down at her and pulled in her a bit closer.

They walked a couple of streets over until she found the place she was looking for. They spent the next thirty minutes or so trying on shoes and having her hold up what she called dungarees to each of them. She then handed them three of those each and picked out cotton shirts that weren’t as formal as the ones they were wearing he saw. They had no buttons for one thing, and had shortened sleeves.

“These will do for work. Each of you take this stuff to the cashier over there. You should have enough with your other dollar bill.”

That bit of business handled she asked the lady who had taken their money where the closest cinema was and if there was a bus stop handy to it.

“Right down the road hun. Can’t miss it, it’ll drop you right in front of Grauman’s” she answered.

They walked to the bus stop, carrying a bag apiece. Claire had not gotten herself anything at the clothes place and Jamie felt bad about it. He wanted to spoil her with trinkets he realized. She didn’t even have a wedding ring he suddenly remembered and felt immediately worse.

It would become his top priority as soon as he was able to afford one he determined.

The bus arrived in a belch of black smoke, squealing like a stuck boar as it pulled up in front of them. She went first and dropped some coins in a box as they entered. “I’ve got theirs” she said to the man sitting behind a large wheel. “How far until the Chinese Cinema?” He heard her ask him.

“Fifteen minutes or so, take your seats please, I’ll holler when it’s your stop.”

The bus roared back into motion and Jamie grabbed a rail in front of his and Claire’s seat. “What’s he called then?” he gritted through his teeth, feeling a bit sick.

“He’s called a driver. There are also hired automobiles called cabs, that have drivers as well.”

“I think I prefer horses.”

“Well of course you do.” She said, patting his thigh and laughing.

Her touch took his mind off everything else for the next few minutes. He saw the rest of them looking out the windows and murmuring to each other, but he couldn’t be bothered. He took her hand again, keeping it firmly on his leg.

“I like to see you laughing. You have such beautiful teeth. My bonny wife” he said in French. It seemed much more appropriate for their close quarters on this contraption.

“Why thank you gallant Sir.” She responded in kind, tickling the palm of his hand.

“If you keep that up, we might have to go home straight away.” He grinned his most devilish grin at her and rubbed her hand lightly.

“Not a chance. This bit of the day will be the most fun I’ve had yet. I can hardly wait to see all your faces when you see a cartoon.” She grinned back and took her hand from his, folding her arms beneath her breasts.

“Ye’ll pay for this. I dinna ken how yet, but ye will.” He growled in her ear and turned to finally look out the window at the passing scenery.


anonymous asked:

Dear Archy, On the buildings destroyed during the earthquakes in Mexico City, though I’m not an architect or an expert, several of the building were old and not properly maintained, some others had resisted previous strong earthquakes (including the one of 1985) and were in poor conditions. If you add the fact that the city was built on top of a lake (currently drained and tubed), some parts of the city are sinking and water amplifies the effects of earthquakes. (To be continued...)

(…continuation) The most affected areas sit precisely on the area of the lake. But the big problem (again) is corruption. Even if the city has repeatedly strengthened its building codes, owners of old buildings are not required to retrofit the constructions to meet the new rules, and the government does not enforce building regulations. It’s easy (and common) to bribe the authorities to get building permits that violate regulations. That’s the situation. PS: I really, really like your blog.


I knew about how the lake amplifies the effect of earthquakes because of the catastrophic ‘85 earthquake, sharing for my followers that might not know, thanks for sharing it with us. The reality of the situation of how corruption costs lives is a story we all know very well, horrible to say the least. This article might be of interest to you: Mexico City prosecutors open criminal inquiries into buildings damaged in the deadly earthquake, its too late for the ones that lost their lives but it might help avoid some deaths on the next earthquake.

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Author: Barnes-Babes
Warnings: Language,  Angst, If I missed ANYTHING, please let me know!!!
Word Count: 647
Summary: They grew up together, knowing each other from day 1. She didn’t have the average childhood. Teaching herself everything to survive. Chris was always there for her. After growing up they grew apart, only to find each other once more. Becoming something more.
A/N: Wow, A HUGE ASS thank you to @papi-chulo-bucky  for helping me get out there after my Tumblr got hacked. Thank boo <3 Feedback is HIGHLY appreciated!!!  *All gifs do NOT belong to me, but their rightful owners*
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Signs as Cher Horowitz Quotes
  • Aries: "Until mankind is peaceful enough not to have violence on the news, there's no point in taking it out of shows that need it for entertainment value."
  • Taurus: "Dionne and her boyfriend Murray are in this dramatic relationship. I think they've seen that Ike and Tina Turner movie too many times."
  • Gemini: "So like, right now for example. The Haitians need to come to America. But some people are all, "What about the strain on our resources?" Well it's like when I had this garden party for my father's birthday, right? I put R.S.V.P. 'cause it was a sit-down dinner. But some people came that like did not R.S.V.P. I was like totally buggin'. I had to haul ass to the kitchen, redistribute the food, and squish in extra place settings. But by the end of the day it was, like, the more the merrier. And so if the government could just get to the kitchen, rearrange some things, we could certainly party with the Haitians. And in conclusion may I please remind you it does not say R.S.V.P. on the Statue of Liberty. Thank you very much. "
  • Cancer: "Ugh, as if!"
  • Leo: "This is where Dionne lives. She's my friend because we both know what it's like for people to be jealous of us. "
  • Virgo: : "So okay, I don't want to be a traitor to my generation and all but I don't get how guys dress today. I mean, come on, it looks like they just fell out of bed and put on some baggy pants and take their greasy hair - ew - and cover it up with a backwards cap and like, we're expected to swoon? I don't think so."
  • Libra: "He dresses better then I do, what would I bring to the relationship?"
  • Scorpio: "Thank you Josh. I SO need lessons from you on how to be cool. Tell me the part about Kenny G again? "
  • Sagittarius: "What's the point? Everywhere you go has valet."
  • Capricorn: "Searching for a boy in high school is as useless as searching for meaning in a Pauly Shore movie."
  • Aquarius: "Miss Stoeger, I would just like to say that physical education in this school is a disgrace. I mean, standing in line for forty minutes is hardly aerobically effective. I doubt I've worked off the calories in a stick of Carefree gum. "
  • Pisces: "I was just totally clueless."

softlords  asked:

can I get uhhhhhhhhh fun ghoul having a Serious Conversation with the girl??? You're the best c:

Ari (and everyone who submitted a prompt)… I’m so sorry… I’m the actual worst at doing stuff and not procrastinating. Next time I do something like this please feel free to break into my house and smash my computer over my head! This is like a million years late I’m so sorry. 

It was hard to lie to kids with wide eyes, and Ghoul knew that from multiple years of trying. Or maybe he just couldn’t lie to The Girl. It was possible. He’d never seen another kid in the zones, and back in the city he had no kids to try and lie to. 

She was sitting next to him in the booth in the diner, scribbling who knows what directly onto the table. It was that kind of afternoon, hazy and slow and remarkably quiet. The diner felt empty. Fun Ghoul had no idea where anyone else was. 

“You’re not my parents,” The Girl said suddenly, still focused on her drawing. 

Ghoul paused for a moment. “No,” he said, “We’re not.” He supposed none of them had ever really felt like a parent to her, and none of them had ever acted like it. They were family though, that was all that had ever mattered. 

“How come?” She asked. 

“How come we’re not your parents?” Ghoul replied slowly. He saw her roll her eyes. 

“No, stupid. How come I’m with you and not my parents?” She looked up at him. Her eyes were big and staring straight at him. She knew the answer, he realized, she just wanted him to say it. She needed to know it was real. It was so fucking hard to say. 

“Because…” Ghoul started. “Because they’re not alive.” That didn’t seem like the right way to say it. “You needed someone to take care of you, and that was us.” There was so much more he couldn’t say. 

Her face broke, and he gently tugged her into his lap. The Girl wasn’t crying, he could see that. She hadn’t cried since she was a baby. “Oh Honey,” Fun Ghoul murmured, stroking her tangled hair. “We all lost people back there. But we all got some people out here too.”

She looked up at him again. “Who did you lose?” She asked.

“I lost everyone, Sweetie.” She wasn’t crying, but he could feel that he was close to it. “But out here, I got everyone back. It’s just, it’s a different everyone.” 

The Girl nodded. She was strong. She’d make it, with or without parents. After all, a family could be one six year old and four grown men who lived in the desert and fought the government together. They were family, with or without her parents. 

World-Building 105 - Creating a Government System

In my previous world-building posts, I’ve touched a little bit on writing governments. However, it wasn’t nearly enough to be sufficient. So, here we are: creating a government for your world.

To say the least, governments are…strange to come up with. The first thing I do is decide which general type it is, and go from there. The reason this is strange is because even though I may want my nation’s government to be a republic, there are so many other things that go into it. Just look at the world around you - the U.S., Peru, and Indonesia are all republics, but they are very different countries.

In my last world-building post, I talked about how terrain affects society (x). This is normally the thing I do directly after figuring out my government type because then I can determine how the world affects the government’s primary mode of operation. If your country is generally one of poverty and the government there has made it their primary function to fix that, they are probably going to put more funding into fixing that and will end up being a little slower on other things.

Something I’m about 99% sure of is a big part of government is the set of laws it has to follow. Laws are generally made for the well-being of the people living under that government, but there are times they can get by with some loopholes to do what they think needs to be done. So then, I like to sketch up a list of laws for my government and do a little brainstorming as to which ones are the most important or are (maybe/maybe not secretly) broken more often.

Finally, I step back and look at the world as a whole - specifically the people living under it. The condition of the general public should reflect how well a government is doing its job, one way or another. Maybe it’s something you see immediately; maybe the vast majority of people are living in poverty because the government failed to do its job where it was needed. Or maybe it’s something you have to dig a little for; maybe there’s an event that was omitted from history because they didn’t want the people to know how bad they goofed.

So, that’s all I’ve got for you today! Apologies for the lack of advice posts lately, but I’m trying to figure out an actual schedule for myself to be putting out content. But I hoped this post helped anyone who needed it; if you want to see me cover a topic in my next post, don’t forget to drop a message in my ask box. Until then, much love! <333
Catalan government: '465 injured by Spanish police violence' during referendum - live
Violence breaks out in Barcelona as riot police attack protests, while Catalans cast votes in peaceful defiance of Spanish government
By Stephen Burgen

I’m totally horrified by what is happening. Have spent all day checking the news and messaging my family to make sure they were not hurt when trying to vote.

Police have charged against peaceful voters. They broke windows and tore down doors to access the ballots. They took ballots by force. They used tear gass against families peacefully sitting outside a polling station. The images are shocking, looking more like something you would expect from Franco’s dictatorship than a democractic country in 2017.

Spain’s governement have declared the police’s response to be “Proportional and adequate”. The EU stays silent.

We just want to vote.

What I've learned from each sign
  • Aries: People born under this sign have taught me to be bold and live like there's no tomorrow. But also to govern this with order and leadership.
  • Taurus: It's okay to treat yourself. Even when you feel like you don't deserve it. One of the most important things any sign has taught me.
  • Gemini: To learn and explore. These people have taught me to love learning and to know all that you can. There's so much we don't know about the world and people born under this sign made me expand my horizons.
  • Cancer: In the end, family is all you have. Cancer people have taught me to love my family unconditionally even in their worst times. This sign will do anything for their family and their loved ones.
  • Leo: To be kind and loyal. Leos have shown me that it's okay to trust people and not everyone is bad. They will do anything for anyone close to them and go to the end of the world for them which is admiral.
  • Virgo: They've taught me to better myself even when I thought I didn't need fixing. We're not all perfect, but this sign can point out something and possibly make you realize something you never realized before.
  • Libra: That love can be a amazing thing. These people have taught me that love doesn't have to be a terrible thing and can be quite wonderful. These people are also really well rounded in general and you can learn a lot from them.
  • Scorpio: That it's okay to express your emotions. These signs are the embodiment (or water signs as a whole) of emotion and expression. Scorpios have taught me to express my emotions in a beautiful way.
  • Sagittarius: To be adventurous and explore new horizons. This sign has taught me the world is way to big to not see and we only have so much time. So we should take advantage of it and see all that we can.
  • Capricorn: To achieve excellence. People born under Capricorn are born ambitious and always strive for excellence. Even when something is pretty good, they'll find a way to make it even better. One of the most admiral traits of Capricorn.
  • Aquarius: This sign has taught me to think outside the box. People born under this sign have great critical thinking abilities and can think of anything in a whole new way. Aquarius people can see the other side of the coin and not even realize it.
  • Pisces: Pisces people have taught me to be creative in what I do. This sign is one of the most creative and possesses a beautiful and colorful personality that's full of life. They've taught me to be creative in everyday life and what I do.

Hi there! You’re probably wondering what the deal with this blog is, because this isn’t exactly the kind of blog you normally see around tumblr (or at least I don’t). Well, buckle up cause I have a story for you.

I grew up in a Catholic family and I attended Catholic schools all my life. Safe to assume I had basically no sex ed at all. That is, until I came to college where I decided to pursue the field of sex research in the realms of psychology and public health! I’ve been an intern at two hospitals for over 6 months now, doing reproductive health counseling (mostly about contraception and STIs) and I’ve loved every second of it. I know, without a doubt, that this is what I want to do with my life. It’s a field that is so important to so many people.

Recently, however, its importance has grown even more significant. Right now, the United States has a president, vice president, and a vast majority of other key figures in the government who would like to cut funding for sex education, cut funding to contraception, cut funding to STI screenings and treatment, and much more. This is frightening to me because these are incredibly important to everyone and are vital in living a healthy life. For the past few months, I’ve been considering all of the repercussions that potential new measures could cause, and they are disastrous.

Enter me, the girl who has an abundance of knowledge on safe sex and loves to share it with those who need it!

This blog is all about the spread of information on safe sex practices, as well as a few other related issues about health and safety. Feel free to ask questions (the anon function is always on) or just observe what comes your way! No matter what, I promise that this is a judgment free zone <3


hello studyblr community im melon (or chris) and ive had this blog for awhile but ive just gotten everything set up the way i want it so i thought it was time for a intro post! im 17 and i live in california. im an incoming senior in high school (class of 18) and id like to be an art teacher! im gay and agender and i use they/them pronouns! i really like the percy jackson series and greek mythology in general….its a big passion of mine. 


  • percy jackson/heroes of olympus/ect.
  • naruto
  • languages
  • lizards and frogs
  • art and photography 
  • music (namely piano)


in school

  • ap art
  • ap english
  • advanced drawing
  • photography
  • us government and economics 
  • children and families 

self teaching

  • greek mythology
  • modern greek
  • spanish
  • japanese 

fave studyblrs

wouldnt be a proper into post without mentioning a few of my faves!


Mexico grieves. But it doesn’t grieve forever. This is a land of warriors, of the old blood of kings that chose to die on their feet rather than live on their knees. We stand and we help, and we get our hands dirty for our brothers and sisters. We know that having a loaf of bread means you can eat a half and share the other. Let this tragedy unite us as a nation, and let’s stand strong together. We’ll mourn, and we’ll heal. We’ll build it all up again.

i don’t post much about politics here but there’s a small trend on twitter about how “the Mexican president is so handsome, in your face Tr*mp”

and I’m just like… y’all can please stop that right now, your ignorance is showing and not a single Mexican person who knows what’s up will feel flattered about your appreciation for the president.

Peña Nieto is as much of a disgustingly ignorant, incompetent corrupt piece of conservative scum as Tr*mp is. When asked about three books that had influenced him he was unable to mention any apart from the Bible (he quoted another book but got the author wrong). He’s an illiterate imbecile who’s been caught embarrassing himself multiple times by things such as not knowing the name of the city where he’s giving a speech, forgetting the name of the anti-corruption organism or not knowing what the minimum wage is. His stupidity is so notorious there are multiple compilations in Youtube of his fuck-ups.  It’s also been uncovered that about one third of his graduation thesis was plagiarized. Alarmingly, he doesn’t even know why his previous wife died.

His coming into power is as questionable as can be. He had the obvious support of the major national TV networks, and there were massive, well-documented instances of electoral fraud, from manipulation of the electoral institute to downright buying votes.

He’s literally a puppet controlled by the old guard of PRI politicians, who used his “handsome” face and his sensationalistic marriage to a telenovela actress as a main selling point during his campaign (on which they dillapidated money like it was a sport, his government’s expenses on publicity are off the charts) so they could take over the country and continue filling their pockets at the expense of the Mexican people. They’ve cut down funding on public health, science and education to increase their own salaries every year. They’ve allowed foreign corporations to plunder our natural resources (including a very lucrative reopening of the oil extraction market that just recently passed) in exchange of quick and lofty paychecks. When a member of his cabinet is exposed for corruption or incompetence, he just shuffles them around, always making sure his close friends stay in positions of power.

Peña Nieto’s wife, Angélica Rivera, was found to own a property now labeled as the Casa Blanca (White House), valued in 7 million dollars at the time, with no explanation of where the money to buy it came from. The house was suspiciously connected to a construction company that had just received a billionaire concession to work on building train tracks over the country, a deal that conveniently went under when the house scandal was uncovered. No one involved was accused of any crime and no investigation was ever held, while Carmen Aristegui and her team of journalists, who uncovered the mess, were quickly fired and their radio show was taken off the air.

Peña Nieto is also personally responsible for the massacre of the people of Atenco back in 2006 when he was governor of the Estado de México, unleashing federal police brutality on a farmer’s town to strip them of their lands to build a new airport. No one was held accountable for the serious violations of human rights that took place there. General crime in that state has been on the rise since he was governor, notably, halfway through his term, it had become #1 nationwide in feminicide. Like Atenco there have been countless such incidents of brutal opression of which Peña Nieto is responsible, directly or indirectly, all of which have gone unpunished (just last year Tlatlaya and Nochixtlán, off the top of my head). 

Remember how everyone complained about the possibility of queerbaiting in Yuri on Ice? Well, in 2016, Peña Nieto promised to pass a Marriage Equality bill nationwide (that would furthere cement the Supreme Court’s ruling on the matter in 2015). This announcement came conveniently close to multiple governor elections as well as an unusual election for a new Constitution for Mexico City. Right after the election passed, the proposal was scrapped. How’s that for queerbaiting?

So no, American friends, you’re not being cool or “allies” by complimenting Peña Nieto’s “good looks” (and if you saw him under all the photoshop, you’d know those so-called good looks are nothing but production). Peña Nieto’s government is in a severe crisis due to the catastrophic tanking of the Mexican peso in the past year which “forced” the political class to increase gas prices by over 25% to preserve their own privileges. He has the lowest approval rate of any president in Mexican History (12% last I checked?). Trump’s defiance is giving him a platform to improve his image and portray himself as a national hero, which he isn’t. 

Remember how y’all been saying #NotMyPresident for the past few months? Well, that’s been us for the last four years. So don’t support Peña Nieto. Support Mexico, support latino immigrants, support our culture and our people, not our government. Because if there’s one person that’s as dedicated to the ruin of our country and our people for their personal gain as Donalt Tr*mp is, that is definitely Enrique Peña Nieto and the putrid corruption that he represents.

anonymous asked:

Headcanons that the Shadow Guard had developed its own system of ciphers/ coded message for communication, Obsidian Guard holds tournaments for anyone to participate, and Absynthe Guard are the geeks who test explosives among the other alchemy stuff. And the Shining Guard actually does shit aka ACTS LIKE AN ACTUAL GOVERNING BODY: finances, resource managment, diplomacy with other races, censuses, provides the exams for all Guards/civil service stuff, tries to improve standard of living, etc.


Seriously the Shadow Guard being more info/thieves and intel specialized than “oh so dark assassins” is my FAVORITE thing bc it makes so much more sense 

And common training being a HUGE thing in the Obsidian Guard bc you get stronger with your mates? And the Obsidian Guard having a SAUNA? SOUND MIND IN A SOUND BODY

Also yes to the Absinthe Guard quarters being constantly filled with weird explosions and plants and shite

and YES to the Shining Guard being useful & efficient bc WE NEED THIS 

anonymous asked:

Do you live in Russia? What's it like living there?

Yes, I do. I`m russian, my thoughts are in russian and native language is russian) Its good, but Russia has the huge problem, Its a very huge - I mean the corruption. I want the death penalty for every embezzlement in my country.  CorrFUCKIN`uption is everywhere! It`s really frustrates me, and every nornal сlean-living person in my country.
But as in every country in the world everyone has the responsibility to pay taxes 13%. As in every country to attain success you need to work hard (even 
to close eyes on corruption. We have an amazing national healthy food. I like it. I don`t like so many stupid mofuckin` useless dickheads in government. Get da fuck out of there!)) most of them are absolutely degenerate.
I love my homeland, but hate establishment. Fuck tham all in mouth!
Да, ебать!)) Пошли нахуй!)