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Law Enforcement Practices You Might Not Know : Sugar babies and escorts

1. Officers will bait you to talk about sex. No, this is not entrapment on their part and they are allowed to do it.

2. They will contact you again if you flaked on an appointment or denied them all together.

3. They may stand you up on an appointment and contact you later.

4. They will get completely naked. They may even take a shower.

5. They will set up fake businesses.

6. They will let you massage and touch them, but most likely not in the genital area.

You have a website or ad where information regarding money is posted. You have not asked for money in person because you looked for it to be laid out.

If you get caught: The common bail for solicitation is $1k. It could be more or less depending on your location. This should be stashed away in an emergency fund. No matter what the charge, hire a lawyer. They can often reduce the charge to a misdemeanor such as loitering or running a business without a license. It is well worth your time to get assistance in the matter. Credit: The Courtesan Handbook

If you bring up money with the officer, it is solicitation. This is why negotiating “allowance” is more dangerous than escorting when it comes to legal ramifications.

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President Abraham Lincoln Gay

In 1837, the 28-year-old Abraham Lincoln arrived in Springfield, Illinois, to found a law practice. Almost immediately, he struck up a friendship with a 23-year-old shopkeeper named Joshua Speed. There may have been an element of calculation to this friendship, since Joshua’s father was a prominent judge, but the two clearly hit it off. Lincoln rented an apartment with Speed, where the two slept in the same bed. Sources from the time, including the two men themselves, describe them as inseparable.

Lincoln and Speed were close enough to still raise eyebrows today. Speed’s father died in 1840, and shortly afterwards, Joshua announced plans to return to the family plantation in Kentucky. The news seems to have stricken Lincoln. On January 1, 1841, he broke off his engagement with Mary Todd and made plans to follow Speed to Kentucky.

Speed left without him, but Lincoln followed a few months later, in July. In 1926, writer Carl Sandburg published a biography of Lincoln in which he described the relationship between the two men as having, “a streak of lavender, and spots soft as May violets.” Eventually, Joshua Speed would marry a woman named Fanny Henning. The marriage lasted 40 years, until Joshua’s death in 1882, and produced no children.

From 1862 to 1863, President Lincoln was accompanied by a bodyguard from the Pennsylvania Bucktail Brigade named Captain David Derickson. Unlike Joshua Speed, Derickson was a prodigious father, marrying twice and siring ten children. Like Speed, however, Derickson became a close friend of the president and also shared his bed while Mary Todd was away from Washington. According to an 1895 regimental history written by one of Derickson’s fellow officers:

“Captain Derickson, in particular, advanced so far in the President’s confidence and esteem that, in Mrs. Lincoln’s absence, he frequently spent the night at his cottage, sleeping in the same bed with him, and — it is said — making use of His Excellency’s night-shirt!”

Another source, the well-connected wife of Lincoln’s naval adjundant, wrote in her diary: “Tish says, ‘there is a Bucktail Soldier here devoted to the President, drives with him, & when Mrs L. is not home, sleeps with him.’ What stuff!”

Derickson’s association with Lincoln ended with his promotion and transfer in 1863.

So I wanted to outline some of the new topics outlined in the new California history-social sciences curriculum to include and celebrate LGBTQ+ history. Because it’s something I’ve been doing a lot of research into and I just think it’s absolutely fantastic. The following is copied from the “Making the Framework Fair” document - a report from the Committee on LGBT History. It’s a comprehensive list of the topics proposed.

> Grade 2: 

• LGBT families in the context of understanding family diversity as a contemporary and historical reality 

>Grade 4: 

• Central roles played by gender and sexuality in California’s history as a site of rich, contested, and changing diversity 

- How settlers and missionaries sought to impose European American concepts of gender and sexuality on Native American societies 

- Possibilities and motivations for same-sex intimacies and gender diversity in frontier conditions and the Gold Rush era 

- The role of gender and sexuality in nineteenth- and early twentieth-century migrant belonging and policing 

- The crucial place of California and Californians in the development of the modern LGBT rights movement 

>Grade 5: 

• Variation over time, region, and culture in colonial American practices and laws with regard to gender and sexuality 

- Native American gender and sexual diversity and European responses in the context of North American colonialism 

- Regional diversity in family and community arrangements, gender roles and possibilities, and approaches to sexuality in law and practice, with attention to Puritans, Quakers, Southern settlers, and enslaved Africans 

>Grade 8: 

• Fundamental transformations in gender and sexuality in conjunction with nineteenth-century urbanization and industrialization 

- Same-sex romantic friendship as an accepted cultural practice resulting from the separate spheres ideology and shifting gender expectations for women and men 

- Roles of gender and sexuality in the practice and struggles over slavery and emancipation 

- Interlocking ways that gender, sexuality, and race shaped Western expansionism and the diverse possibilities it presented 

- Evolving social and cultural expressions of intimacy between men and women (including same-sex relations) through urbanization and immigration

>Grade 11: 

• The evolution of modern LGBT communities and identities 

- Relationships formed in the late nineteenth- and early twentieth-century female worlds of settlement houses, women’s colleges, and social movements

- Sexual and gender diversity in early twentieth-century cities and cultural movements, including the Harlem Renaissance 

- The impact on approaches to same-sex sexuality, gender diversity, and cultural expression of 1920s changes in sexual and gender norms, including Prohibition, the rise of dating, and the emphasis on companionate marriage

- New possibilities in World War II for same-sex intimacy, community, and identity on the homefront and abroad 

- The postwar creation of vibrant if persecuted LGBT subcultures 

- The formation of open and expressive LGBT cultures and communities since the 1970s 

- Contemporary diversity of LGBT people, families, and relationships 

• Twentieth-century persecution of sexual and gender minorities and the related growth of the LGBT civil rights movement 

- The medicalization of homosexuality and gender diversity as pathological and the subsequent struggle against this perspective

 - Systematic World War II attempts to eliminate gay men and lesbians from the military and the establishment of a regime of dishonorable discharge that denied many veterans their rights to benefits 

- The Lavender Scare targeting gay men and lesbians, which developed in conjunction with the postwar Red Scare and exceeded its impact in both time and scope 

- Homophile, gay liberation, and contemporary LGBT movements as part of the story of civil rights activism in the United States 

- Anti-gay activism as part of the rise of the New Right 

- AIDS as a medical, political, and social issue in U.S. history 

- Court cases about same-sex sexuality and gender diversity demonstrating changes in policies and public opinion over time


This is super exciting news for parents and teachers in California. Hopefully the rest of the U.S. follows suit quickly. It’s also important to note that teachers aren’t really being forced to teach these subjects, nor are they yet included in textbooks, worksheets, or other teaching tools very widely. Teachers are receiving trainings, but it will take years to disseminate this throughout the state. 

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Teach Me.

Warnings - angst, fluff, swearing, mentions of abuse (both mental and physical).


It was no secret that Bucky Barnes was a shell of a man, distanced from the new and foreign sense of reality he had come to know. The man himself was shy, very reserved, and somewhat lost with himself, he had distanced himself from life afraid, afraid that he would slip from his humanity and hurt someone by accident. And he didn’t want to hurt anybody, no one.

Steve knew the troubles and struggle of adjusting to a world far more advanced than what they remembered. And the team had attempted to ease the super solider into life, walks around the city, showing him the new technology and teaching him how to use it. Despite this, Steve knew that Bucky needed a push in another direction.

Down the street from The Avengers Tower stood a gym, it was kitted out with the latest equipment and all of the staff and members were amazingly kind and helpful with anything. So, Steve pulled some strings and managed to get clearance for Bucky to teach a self-defence class. And Bucky saw the good in it, remembering the atrocities he had committed, he thought it was only fair to do what he could to help people.

On the first day, Bucky was extremely nervous, the most interaction he had with anyone besides the team was the guy who ran the coffee shop down the street, even then the interaction was limited. Although, he felt oddly calm in knowing that both Steve and Sam were there by his side in support. The room contained a small group of people, a mixture of men and women, and Steve couldn’t help but let his eyes gravitate toward her. A woman who always returned his pleasant greetings when he said hello and gave her a warm smile, a woman who always offered to help him with workouts if he needed it, Steve hadn’t seen her in awhile. Sam also noticed her, how her dull eyes scanned the room and she looked down, her arms hugging her chest; he always bumped into her in the line in the cafe by the park, she always ordered the same thing and offered a kind smile each time they passed one another. But even he could see the obvious discomfort distorting her features, her body stood rigid and she looked paranoid, scared even. The woman stuck to the back of the class, watching carefully as Bucky demonstrated moves on volunteers but not wanting to get involved too much.

Once the class had ended, the woman grabbed her gym bag and pulled her sleeves further down, as if to conceal something. Dark strands of hair fell over her face as she quickly pushed them back in place as she headed for the exit, her lips turned downward and her eyebrows tensed, “Hey Lyla,” Steve called out to her, watching her freeze before turning back to face him, sighing as he beckoned her over to the trio of bandits. Sam watched her closely, how her blue orbs scanned the room before she decided to head over to them, “How have you been? I haven’t seen you in ages,” Steve stated as he looked down on her, noting her behaviour on the notepad in his brain.

Lyla shrugged, pulling the strap of her bag further up to sit on her shoulder, “Oh you know how things can be, work is pretty demanding,” she brushed off the situation with a tight lipped smile, her loose ponytail falling over her collarbone as her head moved from side to side.

Steve frowned, not believing a word she was saying, “Alright,” he said, earning a glare from Sam which he returned with a look of his own, “Lyla, this is Bucky, my best friend,” he paused as he turned to Bucky who wiped his forehead with a towel, “Bucky, this is Lyla, a friend of ours,” he motioned between Sam and himself with a grin.

Steve knew how shy Lyla was, almost as shy as Bucky in some ways, but despite her height it was clear that she possessed a large heart and a body full of compassion, “It’s nice to meet you,” Bucky told her, surprising himself by how easy the words left his lips.

Lyla nodded gratefully and felt her lips pull upward slightly as she looked toward the glass door, her expression dropping as she did, Steve followed her eyeline and found a man stood there, his arms folded over his chest and narrowed orbs focused in on her, “I’m sorry guys, I have to go,” she told the trio quickly as she hurried out of the room toward the man that neither Steve nor Sam could place in their minds. The man clenched his fists as she approached him, the trio couldn’t hear what he was saying to her, but judging the way she shrank when his lips moved, they knew it wasn’t good.

Sam sighed as he watched you and the mysterious man walk away, “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Sam asked Steve, his eyes glued to the two retreating figure, watching Lyla snatch away from his reaching hands.

Steve nodded, “Thinking what?” Bucky inquired with confusion, looking between the two males in the empty room.

The pair shared a look before turning to Bucky, “Lyla doesn’t wear hoodies in the gym, Buck, never,” Steve stated, his eyes filled with worry, “Lyla has always worn a smile, she’s never been so reserved, she’s shy but she loves to get involved with things, loves to be challenged,” he paused, “Plus, since I’ve been going here, Lyla has always come to the gym every Thursday night, not even work could stop that, this place gives her some time to herself.”

Sam cleared his throat, “Every night at 6pm she goes to the cafe down the street, always orders the same drink and sits in the booth by the window with a book in her hand, she hasn’t done that for weeks,” he told them, his arms folded over his chest as he looked at the place where she once stood.

Bucky frowned, suddenly feeling angry, furious even, “Why? I mean, why has she just stopped doing stuff?”

The blonde haired super solider pinched his nose and took a deep breath, “I think we’re asking the wrong questions,” he muttered, “What we need to find out is who that man was, because I’ve never seen him before in my life.”

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Justice Scalia’s uncredited borrowing from a party’s legal brief escapes condemnation because the social context of his copying makes him a jurist, not a plagiarist. Similarly, fan creations, even without disclaimers, usually announce their unauthorized status so clearly through context that no deception is likely.
— 

Tushnet, R. (2007). Copyright law, fan practices, and the rights of the author. In Gray, J. A., Sandvoss, C., & Harrington, C. L. (Eds.). Fandom: Identities and communities in a mediated world. NYU Press.

Glorious snark about Supreme Court justices aside, this piece provides a useful timestamp in the evolution of fannish, scholarly, and legal thinking on issues of intellectual property, copyright, and transformative work. Tushnet traces the history and decline of the use of disclaimers on fan works, and the emergence of the idea of fan works as transformative rather than infringing. She makes a strong argument for the “fair use” view of fan works that we are now so familiar with. Whether you remember the bad old days from personal experience or wonder why some people still put disclaimers on their fic, this essay is a good introduction to the issues and a reflection of the state of thinking at a pivotal point in fannish history.

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ladies in film: elle woods (legally blonde)

“At the very first day at Harvard, a very wise professor quoted Aristotle, "the law is reason free from passion!” Well, no offence to Aristotle, but in my three years at Harvard. I have come to find: Passion is the key ingredient to the study and practice of law, and of life. It was for passion, courage of conviction, strong sense of self that we take our next step into the world. Remembering the first impressions are not always correct, you must always have faith in people, and most importantly you must always have faith in yourself.“

Headcanon that once they marry, Viktor and Yuuri both officially use the surname “Katsuki-Nikiforov”.

Privately though, Viktor prefers using “Katsuki Viktor” – because his husband is Japanese, because the law/practice in Japan may still be the same wherein one spouse takes in the surname of the other sans the hyphen, and because Viktor is just that kind of dork.

Bonus: Yuuri just uses Katsuki-Nikiforov (because he is a practical boy), but indulges his excitable husband in whatever crazy idea he has in his head. (Though he maybe also kind of likes the idea of Katsuki Viktor, too? Maybe?)

anonymous asked:

Are Jamie and claire going to get a car in the boston story? Car junkie here, kind of dying to know what kind??

Anon from Mod Bonnie’s personal blog: is jamie going to get his driver license soon?

Flood my Mornings: Liberty and License 

Notes from Mod Bonnie:

  • This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.
  • Previous installment: Some Sunday Morning (A crime close to home prompts a serious butting-of-heads between the Frasers)


September, 1950

“Oh, yes, I’m sure Cinderella is a darling film,” I said into the receiver, curling my finger absently around the cord, feeling the breeze tickling the backs of my knees, “but I’d really prefer not to have Bree go to the movies until she’s a bit older…. Glad you understand, thank you, Penelope, dear….and thank you for answering my call….No, no word yet, still waiting…. Hope to hear very shortly!….I’ll phone again as soon as we know…Yes, goodbye, dear.”

I hung up and and walked back to my shady bench from the pay phone, checking my wristwatch for what felt like the thousandth time that morning. Jamie and I had both taken off work for today’s mission, but at this rate—three bloody hours after we’ve arrived at the godforsaken DMV—I apparently needn’t have bothered.

“Come on, Jamie,” I murmured under my breath in the direction of the glass doors across the green, “give him what for.”

He’d failed the first time, two weeks ago. A travesty, too, for thanks to his quick memory and ease with academic learning, he’d gotten a perfect score on the written portion—a first for this district, the glowing proctor had said. His only mistake was to have the miserable poor luck to be assigned the most crotchety pedant known to mankind for the in-car examination. Jamie neglected to signal a left-hand turn once—ONCE—and the nasty gremlin had failed him on the spot. To make matters worse, the old grump had rambled on and on about it, tsking about ‘a man of Jamie’s age ought to know better,’ ‘Such carelessness!’ ‘A danger to himself and others!’ and perhaps most gallingly, ‘Dratted foreigners coming in and roaming about as they please, bringing in their Commie ideas!’ et cetera.     

“It’s alright, Sassenach, I’ll ken next time to be more fastidious wi’ the signals. It’s *no’ matter,* a nighean,” he’d said firmly, trying to calm down my ragings against the examiner, his relatives, and any animals unfortunate enough to be his pets. “I’ll almost certainly be assigned a different examiner next time, dinna fash.” 

But given the many hours he’d put into studying traffic laws and practicing on the road with Hank, the failure definitely rankled him, and I knew it. 

None daunted, we’d tried again today. Jamie had come out after his written exam and seemed confident in his performance, laughing easily with me as we shared a coffee and a Mallo Cup (his favorite modern treat to date), apparently ready to take on the world. Then, Lo and Be-bloody-hold, out had rung an oily, “James Fraser?”: the Gremlin, clipboard in hand, grinning with the macabre glee of an executioner. Jamie had swallowed his mouthful, kissed my cheek, and stridden forward to meet his foe with dark determination, Penelope’s keys clinking in his hand.

After the first hour of (im)patiently waiting, I’d gone outside to get away from the general stink of the Department of Motor Vehicles. My bookmark lay scarcely twenty pages into 1984, and I couldn’t have told a bloody thing about those twenty if my life depended on it. 

Another half-hour later, my nerves worn to shreds, I looked up at the opening double-doors for the millionth time to—at last!—see Jamie emerging, buttoning his suit jacket as he walked toward me. He saw me, I could tell, but he wasn’t meeting my eye, staying hidden under his hat, hands uncharacteristically shoved in his pockets.

Bollocks,” I hissed under my breath, rising from the bench under the tree, “Goddamn frigging bollocks….THAT EXECRABLE WRETCH!” I preemptively shouted as he walked up, head still bowed, reaching for my hand and kissing it soberly. 

Sassenach, hush, ye—”

“You wait right here, I’m going to give that little xenophobic vermin a piece of my–”

Sassenach,” Jamie said, voice steady and light, “will ye stop blethering and look down?”  

I spluttered for a moment, but did look down… to see a crisp Massachusetts driver’s license in my hand.

I swatted him with it. “So it’s YOU that’s the execrable wretch!” I scolded, laughing, in thoroughly relieved pique. Abandoning decorum, I jumped up and flung both arms around his neck, kissing his cheek exuberantly “Jamie, you DID pass—Congratulations, you utter ARSE!”

“Aye,” he laughed.“The sour wee mannie tried to dock me again for my four-way stop,” Jamie recounted, kissing my neck happily, “but I recited book-chapter-and-verse from the manual and proved that I did in fact have the right of way. He was fuming all the way back about how all Europeans are a threat to ‘Our Liberty’ but…he passed me.”

“Oh, well DONE, darling!” I cried, inspecting the license again as he set me back down.  I then stepped back to fix him with a gimlet eye. “SO…are you ready to have this out once and for all, then?”

He gave me the look right back, with interest. “Have you come to your senses since last night?”

My senses are right as rain; but I shan’t be swayed, if that’s what you mean.” 

“Shall we flip a coin for it, then?”

My coin,” I agreed, withdrawing one from my handbag and giving it to him, “you flip, I call….TAILS!” I cried as Jamie caught the coin and slapped it onto the back of his hand.

“Tis the moment of truth, Claire: give up now and walk away wi’ honor?”

“Never! Tails, you brute.”

Jamie unveiled the coin dramatically….then groaned.

“Ha-HAAA!” I crowed, “the ‘49, light-blue, four-door sedan it is!!! So there!”

“But the station wagon is so much more practicalSassenach!” he insisted for the dozenth time.

“We’ve made do without a car entirely to this point—I think we’ll manage. And before you ask, yes I’m dead-set on the blue. We’ve got quite enough red in our family as it is, thank you very much.”

He gave a dramatic sigh, but the corner of his mouth was twitching. “Fine, fair’s fair. But—” he held out his elbow to me in a courtly fashion, “—only if the lady will share a milkshake wi’ me before we give Mr. Ford our custom.”

I took the arm with equal grace. “That sounds perfectly reasonable. As long as it’s a chocolate milkshake, no malt.”

He snorted. “Is there any other kind?”

“Good chap!”


[next chapter]

anonymous asked:

what do you think kaneki meant when he said "i wanted to meet him so badly i couldnt help myself" ?

((Michi translated this last sentence as “I wanted to meet him so badly I couldn’t help myself.”))

I don’t know enough about Japanese to claim I understand any hidden messages, but I do have 2 interpretations of this.

“I never was able to actually go do something concrete.”

This sounds to me like the times when he felt he had to keep his human and ghoul lives separate, so as to protect Hide. 

After turning into a ghoul, both before and during he was “Eyepatch,“ he was still able to see Hide every now and again, but tried to distance himself after Touka put their relationship into perspective. (Though he’d already realized the consequences of maintaining a close correspondence even before this.)

During his captivity in Aogiri and his time as “Centipede,” he couldn’t involve himself with Hide at all, being a captive, then a criminal, and a fugitive of the law. Practically speaking, he really couldn’t allow himself to see Hide, even if he really wanted to, if he wished not to get Hide involved in anything dangerous. 

Then as “Haise,” he couldn’t even remember Hide. If he did, it was in times when he felt like meeting someone but didn’t know why or even who he wanted to meet. Even when he remembered everything, started Goat, and began his movement against the CCG, he couldn’t bring himself to up and try to meet Hide at all. By then he doesn’t even know where Hide is, or if he’s even still alive. 

All this time, even if he’d really wanted to see Hide again, he couldn’t because of practicality, logic, fear, and the desire to protect him. So when he tells Touka he’s never been in a position where he’d actually do something to go see Hide, he means it quite literally because he couldn’t, wouldn’t, and mostly thinks he shouldn’t.


“I’d be consumed by the desire to see him again.”

This is a sappier interpretation though it isn’t a stretch to say that when Kaneki thinks about seeing Hide again he either completely loses it-

-or he just tells himself that there’s no way he’d ever be able to see Hide again anyway because 1) he’s probably dead… even if he were alive, he’s definitely missing, 2) he’s human and really shouldn’t be involved in life-threatening human vs ghoul wars, 3) Kaneki probably doesn’t want to face the fact that he might have killed his best friend- 

-and 4) he doesn’t want to go through the pain of losing Hide again.

Anyway, these lines might mean that the “desire to see Hide” is all-consuming and even paralyzing to a degree—no surprise there though—at which Kaneki is unable to do anything at all. 

tl;dr Kaneki was either being practical or overly emotional in dealing with his desire to see Hide. Could be one or the other, or both.

this post absolutely, definitely was not a reason for me to open up old wounds Hide has wrought in my soul

anonymous asked:

I also live under the system that you claim is so horrible. Is your sister a US citizen? I'm American and my mother pays for the healthcare of all three of us and she's never had a problem. We are not rich. There's a lot of shit going on in the U.K. with the labor party and parliament right now that you should be focused on. There's a show called BBC question time in case you don't follow the politics of your own country. ☺️

Thank you for your concern, anon, but it’s unnecessary. I’m a law student—ergo, I am neck deep in British politics already, so your recommendation about Question Time while appreciated, is really redundant. Surprisingly, people have no problem being concerned about and discussing domestic and international politics. We have learned to juggle that, because even American domestic politics tend to have international consequences. Remember that time the Republican Party played chicken with the debt ceiling in an attempt to destroy funding for Obamacare and that jittered global financial markets? Yeah. I also happen to study public international law and human rights law, and the way economic and social rights like the right to healthcare are understood globally is part of my course, so pardon my interest in the ongoing attempt to repeal Obamacare.

1. Well, to answer your question, my sister is not an American citizen; but all the same she’s lived under that system. She had to enrol onto a health plan as a university student studying in the US. When she needed medication and vaccinations, it was expensive as hell; she had to pay it out of pocket on top of the premium because for some reason or another that drug wasn’t covered. Both of us had prior to lived under some form of universal healthcare, and she never had to fork out so much money for health care and medication before. In short, she’s in the US on a student visa—it’s not a case where she failed to purchase insurance. Obamacare has tried to improve the situation but healthcare costs are still seriously inflated compared to other systems she has lived under. Maybe you think that’s normal- my sister will tell you it’s not.

2. And if you noticed, in that post I wrote comparing health outcomes and spending between the US and other systems of universal healthcare—unlike you, I’m not under the illusion that anecdotal experiences alone are good rebuttals. I posted charts and links from data and studies which demonstrated time and again that you guys are spending far more on healthcare per capita than practically every other wealthy developed country without better life expectancy, health outcomes or the ability to guarantee access to those unable to pay. I didn’t merely rely on my own experience of the NHS’ single-payer system when responding to someone who was baldly asserting that healthcare in the EU & those other Asian countries with universal healthcare ‘paled’ in comparison to the US, and who was ludicrously claiming we were coming over in droves to enjoy this fantastic health care. It is curious that you think ‘I’m American, my mother pays for the healthcare for all three of us, and she’s never had a problem’ is an answer to that—hell, you don’t even have to listen to me. 

3. You are telling me all those criticisms levelled by your fellow Americans at your country’s healthcare system are all imaginary, merely because you personally have no problem with healthcare? Honestly, if you have no problems with your healthcare I’m glad. Healthcare is not something anybody should ever go bankrupt over. I’m aware that different states have different rules, and some have done a good job with making ACA work. I hope that is the case for you. But all the same- if there’s nothing wrong with your system, why is everyone continuing to rework it- including the Republicans? The ACA tried to improve it but it’s still unfinished. The US is a system where you can have the best healthcare in the world if you are wealthy because of how much medical R&D goes on- but the worst in the developed world if you are poor and unemployed. And that’s the measure that matters- how those who are the most vulnerable are treated. 

4. And I’ve to ask if you have ever seriously had your health coverage tested. You never quite know how much your health coverage is worth until there is a medical emergency. And that’s exactly what I mean. My family would be paying through the nose for cancer medication if we were American, because that particular drug costs over $100,000 per year in the United States even though it is years out of its patent thanks to the failure of the US government to take a sledgehammer to inflated drug prices and medical costs. And I haven’t even mentioned the long hospitalisation that family member had after 3 surgeries to remove a recurring tumour, not to mention all the follow up check-ups, blood tests and MRI scans to ensure it doesn’t come back. Universal healthcare saved his life, and also saved all of us a whole lot of stress because being sick is bad enough, let alone worrying about whether you can pay. Yeah, I am glad he is not American. Because he got sick way before the ACA banned rejecting people for pre-existing conditions and tried to better regulate abuse of the market. Maybe people will call this ‘free-loading’, but you know what? Prior to his illness, when he was younger and healthier—he had been a taxpayer contributing his bit to the social safety net with the understanding that everyone contributes to the system that we all need to use someday.

5. This is what happens when pharmaceutical companies can donate to candidates because there aren’t campaign spending limits or prohibitions on corporate donations. These things are either outright illegal or heavily regulated in other developed countries for good reason that you don’t want these corporations writing our healthcare laws. Additionally, practically every other developed country has aggressively acted to combat price inflation in the health industry, often by having governments use their massive bargaining power representing millions of healthcare users bargain down the price of drugs, or government regulations requiring publication of procedure costs across the board to identify price gouging. You should do a comparison of the cost of US medical procedures—they are frequently multiple times that of other wealthy countries offering the same quality. Can you look at this chart and tell me it’s acceptable? There’s more where it came from!

6. With single-payer healthcare in the UK, nobody has to go bankrupt because of a health emergency, nobody has to have their kids’ lives disrupted to make ends meet because the risk is spread out amongst millions of people. Healthcare coverage is also completely detached from employment, so coverage doesn’t depend on having a job, employers don’t have to expend money figuring out coverage and employees are mobile. Sounds like a good thing for the economy, no? Is our system perfect? Hell no! Healthcare is always a complex issue. But we have achieved all of this at a lower cost than the US healthcare system. And single-payer isn’t even the only system out there- Germany and Singapore are two examples of countries that have a mixed system of public and private insurance to cover everybody. Every other wealthy country has figured this out for decades. If the GOP can’t come up with a solution, it’s not because there aren’t dozens of real-life models running for decades to choose from. 

So, maybe take your own advice. Do your fellow Americans a favour and follow the politics of your own country more closely. Especially when the latest GOP bill would magnify the worst problems of the ACA and probably even destroy health insurance markets and creates a perverse incentive not to buy healthcare if you unfortunately lapsed for 2 months. It might even affect your present health insurance. Maybe even read up more on how other countries do it and realise the inflated costs still plaguing the system are unacceptable, inasmuch as ACA tried to help. And yeah, I stand by what I said. It’s terrible the most powerful country in the world and engine of the global economy doesn’t guarantee its citizens the healthcare they deserve. 

I wasn’t going to make any kind of comment on Friday’s clip because a lot of sensitive topics were discussed, but the increasingly islamaphobic discourse is beginning to get a little out of hand.

First of all, unless you’re a scholarly sheikh (not the title some arabs have just because of their status), an imam, mufti or someone like this, muslims don’t really call themselves religious. We call our selves practicing, i.e. practicing the laws which islam dictates. I bring this up because the word religious is quite prestigious and definitive, and no one would really label themselves that because human fallibility means that the muslims you meet every day are not religious - they are practicing. The word practicing offers more of a spectrum.

Mikael’s reaction, or what we are told of his reaction (I’m sure there is more to the story) is not of a religious person, despite what Yousef said. It’s important to remember what Sana said in season 3 here. Yes, islam does not condone homosexuality, but Islam also does not call for the humiliation of others. 

In my opinion, Mikael’s reaction was not one that was fully constructed by his Islamic faith. I say fully because growing up as a muslim, it will undoubtedly influence his behaviour somehow, but Mikael is not on the spectrum of a very practicing muslim, let alone really religious. If I’ve learnt anything from the abuse i’ve heard over the course of my life, even the most uneducated non-muslim knows that Muslims do not eat pork and do not drink alcohol. Yet this is something that Mikael (and Elias) partakes in. I’m not saying he is not muslim, I’m saying that if he does not abide by some of the most common rulings, to say his religiousity is the reason he acted harshly towards Even is a little unfounded. 

His reaction was, as Sana had said, a result of fear. 

Sana who we can agree is more practicing than all the boys, is extremely accepting of Even and doesn’t blink an eye when she see’s him and Isak kissing (she looks disgusted with the straight couple though lol), because as someone who is more practicing of the laws of islam, she knows that tolerance is a huge part of Islam.

Anyway, that’s my two cents. 

Please don’t come to my inbox with hate, I just won’t acknowledge the messages. 

Breaking... Ch.3

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: So this chapted is short and kinda boring, sorry about that. I’m mostly using it as set up for the rest of plot. Also I will warn y’all now, time jumps will be a thing, not in this chapter but in the next one. I hope you guys enjoy even if its terrible <3 Tags: @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit @literally-melonkitty @deltablue202 @renae-writes

I had to re-add the tags sorry guys ;-;

Word count: 2081

Warnings: Vomit, Shakespeare (very important sorry), curing is ineivtable for me.

Breaking Boundaries

As the three of you entered into the study you instantly felt the air change. Alexander and Philip were both being oddly quiet. They both walked past you, Alexander sat down at his desk and Philip stood beside him while you were standing in the center of the room. You shot them an inquisitive look, Alexander’s eyes seemed to be searching yours for an answer to some unspoken question. Philip seemed to be debating with himself about something.

“Is something wrong?” You finally asked after a moment of uncomfortable silence. Alexander sighed.

“Miss Y/N, your story is not something that anyone with honor should take lightly. I practiced law, I practically perfected it. As a lawyer I would suggest you stand trial against this ‘suitor’ so that he can be put through the proper punishment for his crimes.” His face was serious but not cold. Philip moved around the desk.

“Father’s right, you can stay with us as long as you’d like but it might be wise to find him.” Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! Last time I had this talk with anyone I agreed. But… I can’t agree to this, in this time there is no guy to put away. I wish I had a name to give them, they really look like they want to help.

“I’m sorry but I can’t give you a name. If he finds out that I’ve been conspiring against him, it will not end well. I appreciate how much you want to help me; I really do, but this isn’t something that I can disclose just yet.” I won’t be here long anyways, or hopefully I guess. Philip stepped up to you, his eyes were filled with sorrow, he was sorry on your behalf.

“If you cannot tell us his name then at least give us your last name so that we may be on the lookout for anyone speaking of you.” He said with care. I don’t want to make this any more complicated than what it has to be, but they just want to help me so much… Okay, I’ve already told Rachel my real last name but if I give them a fake one right now I can give her a reason not to tell them. Generic name, what’s a generic name I can say? Philip stared down at you with a pleading expression against his artful features.

“Fine… Taylor, Y/N Taylor.” Was that even a common name during this era?

“Taylor? I do not know of any person who goes by that name…” Alexander was a genius; I have to be careful!

“My family is from England but I was born here, my father immigrated here and began his career in North Carolina, most of our wealth came from before my parents settled here.” Was that convincing? Please tell me it was. Alexander nodded along, he didn’t seem satisfied with how the conversation turned but he was understanding.

“Very well, but just remember this Miss Y/N, you are welcome here. As an orphan myself, I have a tender spot in my heart for those who have come from that background. If you ever change your mind and you wish to take my advice, do not hesitate to ask.” He gave you a warm smile but Philip still didn’t look pleased. He forced on a smile, clearing his throat before he spoke.

“Would you like to sit down?” Your eyes softened. Is he disappointed in me or something?

“Yes, I would actually.” You chuckled tiredly and Philip followed you to the couch you were previously sitting at, your book still lying on the cushions. Quickly picking it up, you eagerly flipped to the page you left off on.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream? One of Shakespeare’s lesser appreciated works on page.” Philip said as he sat down beside you, Alexander perked his head up.

“Ah, an intriguing choice, I do not see many choosing to read that, most people favor Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet or my own personal choice, Macbeth.” Alexander stated while simultaneously asking you as to why you chose that.

“I enjoy the complexity of it. Shakespeare has a bit of a habit to making simple stories seem complex. Romeo and Juliet for example, it’s a beautiful story but it isn’t difficult to summarize. Romeo and Juliet, not meant to fall in love, their fear to tell the truth causes the deaths of two of their closest compatriots and their own deaths. But this story takes those same ideas and truly makes them complex. The anguish and history between all the characters makes the ending more interesting…” You realized you were rambling. Damn you Shakespeare for instilling my need to dissect everything! Alexander nodded along in agreement. Philip simply stared at you in awe, a familiar smile dancing on his lips.

“You have quite the mind Miss Y/N! I must say, your character reminds me very much of Titania, very tactful and… forthright seems to be the right word.” Alexander chuckled to himself.

“Really? I’ve always seen myself more as Helena.” You retorted. Alexander looked oddly surprised by the statement.

“I would be inclined to agree with Father, if Titania were to not have fallen in love with Oberon and Theseus. Her feelings for them always confused me about her character.” Philip said with thought.

“Right? How did such a strong woman fall for such horrible people?” It was rare for you to find someone who understood your ideas on literature. Most people think I’m weird when I talk about how much I love Shakespeare…

“Everyone has their flaws I suppose, hers seemed to be a poor taste in men.” Philip shrugged.

“Well, then I suppose it’s good that I don’t have that flaw right?” He quickly caught on to your subtle jab about his flirting earlier. His eyes were wide as you started to laugh at your own joke.

“Miss Y/N, I’m sure I do not know what you mean by that statement. I am the model gentleman and I will not stand for such accusations!” Philip responded with playful offence.

“How dare you, sir! Are you trying to insinuate something?” You made out between bursts of laughter. Alexander chuckled lightly at the two you, happy tears rolling down both of your cheeks. He looked outside and quickly stood up, getting yours and Philip’s attention.

“It’s getting late; Philip don’t you have work to do?” Alexander asked while putting his glasses down onto the table. Philip sighed and stood up.

“It isn’t that late Father, besides Y/N’s room may not be finished yet.” Philip gave an exaggerated hand motion towards you.

“No, no it’s fine! I don’t want to distract you from schoolwork or anything!” You hopped up off the couch and put the book back on the shelf where you found it. Philip followed you over to the door.

“Thanks for letting me use your study Alex.” You called out before leaving the room. Alex was too surprised by the name to call back out.  Philip followed you out until you both made your way back to the main hall.

“I wish we could converse longer but Father is right, I must retire to my chambers for work. I…enjoyed your company today, that means I look forward to tomorrow as well.” Philip said with a sly smile.

“If you can handle my strong opinions on literature, music and society in general then I look forward to tomorrow as well.”  You responded with a chuckle. You both said goodnight to each other, soon after Rachel found you and told you that your room was ready.

           That night you were given a room in the serving quarters, next to Rachel’s room. She gave you a night dress and laid in the shockingly soft bed, your thoughts swirling. Maybe this is all a bad dream. Maybe not a bad dream per say but a dream nonetheless. If I fall asleep, I’ll wake up in my own bed in my own apartment and in my own modern time period. Just close your eyes Y/N. You didn’t realize that you were tired until that thought faded away and left you in the darkness of your subconscious. You saw something in the darkness, a small light, a blue light. Light is usually linked to the idea of heat and safety but for some reason this one didn’t. It was cold and foreboding, you didn’t like it. The light came closer and as it began to engulf your body, you heard a sound, something wooden slamming against something else and then your own voice.

“Excuse me!”

           When you opened your eyes again you were still in the bed, still wearing the slightly scratchy gown, breaking out in a cold sweat. What the hell was that? That was…suffocating. Whatever… Everything happening right now is weird, just something new to add to the list I guess. You stretched out, got up and attempted to put back on the clothes that were given to you. Attempted being the operative word, you had to ask Rachel for help with tying the back. After that the both of you made your way down the halls.

“The first thing we will do today is check on Mrs. Hamilton, that’s the first thing we do every day actually.” She spoke with glee.

“Nice, so what exactly are-“ You were interrupted by a sound that made you feel squeamish. Coming from a room a few feet ahead of us. Rachel immediately ran for the door, you followed close behind. Busting into the room you both soon saw a disheveled Eliza, hunched over on the floor by her bed. Her face was half inside a wooden bucket, making noises that was a mixture of gurgling and gagging. Rachel made her way to her, pulled her hair back and patted her shoulder comfortingly. Eliza continued to vomit into the bucket for some time before she was finally given a chance to steady herself. You sat down beside her and looked her worriedly.

“Are you alright Eliza? Are you sick? Do you need a doctor? Rachel, should we go find a doctor?” You started to rattle off questions as the possibilities grew. Eliza shook her head, her eyes glassy as Rachel wiped the sweat off her brow.

“No, no Dear, I am perfectly fine. I am merely expecting!” She said weakly. Wait, expecting? Oh my god…

“You’re pregnant? That’s why your dress was… Eliza you are incredible!” You smiled at her happily, she looked confused for a moment.

“Incredible? I would not say that, although I am excited for this child.” She responded. This woman is the best person to ever exist. Not only is she the closest thing the United States ever had to royalty but she also deserved that shit! On top of everything she manages to have children and still be the best? Role Model of the year!

“Y/N, could you give me a hand with Mrs. Hamilton? I understand if you do not wish to clean out the bucket but if you could help her dress I would be very appreciative.” Rachel said as she helped Eliza to sit on her bed.

“I can clean the bucket, I don’t mind.”

“Truly? Thank you very much.” She picked up the bucket by the sides and handed it to you. “Take this outside to the garden, you will find a watering pump to clean it out.” She instructed you. You nodded and made your way down the hallways and out the back door in the kitchen. The garden was very beautiful, most of the plants seemed to be placed at random and yet it was still visually pleasing. No wonder Eliza likes it out here. You found the pump and quickly cleaned the bucket. Poor Eliza, pregnancy is rough. Once the bucket seemed clean you made your way back inside, intending on going back to Rachel and Eliza. Instead you stopped when you heard the sound of hooves and carriage wheels. Stepping inside the main room, the front door burst open and you were greeted with the site of an oddly distressed Alex. He mumbled something under his breath but stayed almost completely still, looking like the apocalypse had just begun.

“Alex? Are you alright? Did something happen?” You asked with concern. He looked over at you as you walked over to him, his voice was low and exasperated.

“John Adams just withdrew my seat in office.” He said with panic.

John Fat Motherfucking Adams!

anonymous asked:

Hi, I have read a fic with sugar baby! Stiles and sugar daddy! Peter somewhere in tumblr. I remember the part that stiles decided to leave and peter came back to a empty house without knowing. It would be great if you know where to look! Thanks a lot!

YESSSS I’m 1000000000% here for Steter with Sugar daddy!Peter.  <3  -Emmy

Originally posted by loszagalesdelvater

Mall Crossings by SlasherFiend

(1,170 I Teen I Complete)  *also derek/lydia

Lydia takes Derek shopping at the mall, when Derek runs into Stiles though things get interesting.

Boyz&Toys by Udunie 

(1,772 I Explicit I Complete)  *camboy!stiles

Anonymous asked:
Steter for video, sugar, daddy, Bad, Dragon ;D

Or the one with all of the above.

Buy Me a New Pair by Julibean19 

(2,277 I Mature I Complete)

“I don’t practice law much these days.”

“And why is that?” Stiles asked, wondering why a handsome and presumably successful lawyer wouldn’t want to continue working.

“I’ve been drawn away by more pleasurable pursuits,” Peter said, lips quirked upward as he spoke.

Rent is Due by apeskyhedgehog 

(4,495 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles doesn’t have money for rent this month or the last two months due to being laid off from work. For being behind on rent the landlord, named Mr. Hale, has to come and visit poor Stiles. When Stiles opens the door he is surprised by the appearance of the landlord, Mr. Hale looking much different than he imagined. When Stiles finds himself on his knees begging to keep the apartment another month, Mr. Hale has another idea on how Stiles can use his mouth a lot better.

Video Killed the Photograph Star by mynightmarestays 

(5,732 I Explicit I WIP)   *camboy!stiles

Stiles Stilinksi or known as Roscoe Cockle, just started out camming as a rugged boy and slowly rising to the top. But his fan who’s been there since the beginning sponsors him and wants to fuck him

Sugar by asherly89

(7,811 I General-Teen I Complete)

Peter is Stiles’ sugar daddy.

AU: No werewolves, Hale Fire happened, but Peter wasn’t in it, and Jackson’s still in Beacon Hills.

The Real Crime by Julibean19 

(9,192 I Mature I Complete)  *crossdressing!stiles, feminization

“He knew he shouldn’t have.  Daddy said the credit card was only for emergencies, but when Stiles had seen it, dripping with Swarovski crystals, he hadn’t been able to stop himself from clicking ‘add to cart.’  Usually, Daddy liked to pick out all his jewelry, but Stiles knew he would like this.”

Smells Like Home by Kindred 

(10,595 I Mature I WIP)  *also sterek and derek/stiles/peter, mpreg, noncon

Peter pays for Stiles college fees and all Stiles has to do is sleep with him.

Gold Digger Universe by taylorpotato

(14,251 I Mature-Explicit I Series WIP)  *online dating, social media

Peter and Stiles hook up on a sugar daddy dating website. Here’s the ensuing love story, told through chat screenshots and text messages. (Put me in the trash where I belong).

So for the first time in months I have time to just do whatever I want and I thought I’d spend the first morning casually raising some points about Percy Weasley because oh boy.

So his last three DADA teachers were Quirrell, Lockhart and Lupin. We know that those are the years that you should be learning duelling, first verbally, then non-verbally, then who knows what Lupin taught the seventh-years but I’m sure it was excellent NEWT preparation, and we know old Perce probably got Os in all his subjets and he would probably need DADA to enter the Ministry. However, this guy also never raised his wand at anyone outside of class. When would he have? He stayed at the Ministry from the second he left Hogwarts to some time before the Battle of Hogwarts, and he was not a participant in active resistance until that point. This guy’s first actual real duels were most probably those in the Battle of Hogwarts. Okay but, how is Percy so good at it without real practice if one of the reasons why Lupin died is beause he was out of practice, not having rushed into squirmishes since August? How is Percy with no prior battle experience the one not only handing out simple Disarming charms but reducing a person to a sea urchin? Don’t get me wrong, stressful work environments must contribute to vivid fantacising about jinxing your bosses like that but how, HOW, is Percy good at real, outside-of-the-class duelling? I need answers.

We know George is that cool person who helps Harry put his trunk on the shelf first year on the train but how many others are struggling with the same problem? And  so is Percy, newly a Prefect, the kind of person who lends a hand to the Harrys of the train who I have no idea how they put their luggage on the rack without magic, or is he like “I am a Prefect, I am an important person who has to do important Prefecting” and just orders someone else to help first years? Or would he just levitate the bags instead of hands-on-help? Ah yes maybe that’s Percy.

So Percy is the only one in the family not in the quiddith team, but we know he is into quidditch, how can he not be? And he bets on it with Penelope. And he goes to the world cup other than as an assistant to Crouch Sr. So he’s into it, okay, stop with the fanfics where he’s not. But then, why doesn’t he play? Well we know he himself is more academic, but I had a thought that maybe because he was the third kid, and all the others were already in the house by the time he was 11-12, so maybe Percy thought he shouldn’t ask for a broom and go for the team if quidditch is not his priority? It would hold the team back to have a teammate who flies a school broom, I imagine, so maybe Percy thought it was better just to skip the quidditch thing and that made him so focused on other, more theoretical things even more so? But this is also kind of sad because what if he wanted to play if he could have?

That said, just wait until Wood hears this story and is like hey Perce you can fly my broomstick– 

What else, what else… Oh yeah, so the Wood thing. I will probably write about my theories in a separate post about what could have been there and stuff, BUT for now, let’s just go with the basic canonical probability that as roommates, Wood and Percy were in each others closest circles at school at least. This means that when Percy is not in contat with anyone from the Order until he contacts Aberforth (and why him? that’s so odd, how did he hear about Aberforth? How can he just contact him??? That is really out of the blue for me.), then the most obvious networking link between him and his family, like, Fred and George especially, not to mention the old quidditch team, all in the DA, not sure if all in the Order but they all came to fight so yeah they were there, super battle-ready, 24/7, so… anyway, so the most obvious link between Percy and his family would have been Wood. But hear me out:

Wood kind of represents this special person in the whole wartime evironment, who is talented and plays for a team that people know and cheer for and support and follow and he’s probably on some fan’s T-shirt or quidditch cards or something, even if he’s a relatively new player. (Although, it’s been 3-4 years by DH.) These things just happen when someone plays for a proper team/club. So it’s REALLY WEIRD if he goes “missing”. Super embarrassing for the government, however strong in their power, like, I don’t think the Ministry, even once the DEs have taken full control over it, can just terminate Oliver Wood from Puddlemere United, without everyone noticing that this is openly odd. These things cause outrage, even in the worst of times. I want to compare it to the Blood in the Water water polo game between the USSR and Hungary at the Melbourne Olympics 1956, just after the Hungarian revolution had been smashed into smithereens. Or, when the British government tried to use Lord Montagu, Peter Wildeblood and Michael Pitt-RIvers along with a dozen other high-profile court cases as a deterrent for offenders of laws against homosexual practices, at the time criminal offences, but then all that really happened was that the public was outraged more at the police’s entrapment tactics rather than condemn the victims of this increased wave of arrests and harrassment (so called “Lavender Scare” after the Red Scare), AND it lead to the Wolfenden Committee and their report in 1957 and subsequently the decriminalization of homosexuality between men over 21 in 1967, so the police really pissed against the wind on this one simply by going after famous people. Even if the law and executive forces have it in their power to strike down on anyone, all equal before the law after all, if they touch popular celebrities, there is public outcry no matter the regime. So my point is, Oliver Wood to me represents that person: he is super suspicious, he is known to have been quite close friends and teammates with not just Harry Potter but the Weasley family and so he is suspect but he is also someone who can’t just go missing overnight. He would be watched, he would possibly be brought into the Ministry on account of sports stuff but then interrogated in Yaxley’s office, I don’t know, but he would be able to walk in and out of the Ministry as number six from Puddlemere, on quidditch business, something none of the other Order members can do, if you think about it. Arthur is too much under scrutiny and no one would know if they randomly put him in Azkaban, but if they do that to Oliver Wood, even if the Prophet doesn’t report it and even if quidditch seasons were possibly on halt at the time, people will know and it’s weird so the gov wouldn’t really opt for any of that. Therefore, Wood is Percy’s guy, if he wants to contat the Order. Which, he did.

Percy seems more guilty than holding a grudge after A Very Frosty Christmas, to be honest, and it’s like he is doing this for his own as much as for his family’s sake not to contact them too soon, even though he says it’s been coming on for a while, the whole openly going against the Ministry… But… he was so ignored, probably super forgotten about when they realised he REALLY doesn’t keep in contat with his family… So he was in THE BEST position all throughout this, to mess with the system from the inside. Think Broy in the Michael Collins film (minus the execution). Only, he would have been better at it than Kingsley was. Percy never slipped up. That makes him excellently positioned to know everything, handle everyone’s files, read everything and copy everything and not be noticed. For all we know, he could have been acting of his own accord whenever he could, randomly sending out warnings to Muggle-borns before they are unjustly brought into the Ministry. And the better he did this, the less we would know. I imagine he would randomly mention this over Christmas dinner 1998, and everyone would be like YOU DID WHAT? And maybe for the first time in his life he wouldn’t brag but just shrug and say it was the least he could do if he wasn’t out there duelling Snatchers. There’s a really cool German film called The Lives of Others, and Percy could have been perfectly placed to be a cavity in the system unnoticed like that spy guy Wiesler. We know about people like Xenophilius beause he messed up by openly publishing anti-Ministry material but, I mean, Percy wasn’t even important or suspect enough to be put under someone’s Imperius Curse. This is incredible. MORE OF THIS PLEASE.

I will probably have a lot more to say later but yes I find Percy’s character so interesting because of all the unexplored potential that you may find parallels in if you dig up stuff from the Cold War era, regardless of the country. We all did this, spies, surveillance, it was a thing in all continents, and I would have loved to see more of this in HP. You have Lupin who infiltrates werewolf circles, you have the head of the Auror office Kingsley working for the anti-gov Order, with Tonks of course, and you have people like Percy who are powerful for their blending into the world of files and secretaries, and Wood who could be the darling of the sports scene, supporting the resistance while in the public eye, like artists or singers would be. The ultimate double-agent was Snape, of course, but it’s more about his inner emotional state with him, and his dubious loyalty, like is he a good person is he not, that kinda stuff, but I want to see more of these alternative ways of very realistic insidemanship from the resistance, which we might not hear about much because they did their job well.