let-me-explain

Isak now has Even’s JACKET

Those who haven’t seen my The Jacket™ meta read it 

because 

OH MY GOD GUESS WHAT HAS HAPPENED 🙈

Let me explain first and build this up dramatically 

so in every clip this season we have had Even wear his denim jacket and then finally mondays clip we had him wearing a different jacket

making me think that maybe balloon squad confronting Even and Isak at the karaoke bar led to Even finally revealing that piece of himself he was scared to (maybe not all) but enough to let Isak in. He let Isak in and took off his armour (the jacket)

and now? 

oh my god

ISAK HAS THE JACKET™

Even hasn’t just taken it off but he has trusted it in the hands of the boy he loves. This is warming my heart so much because I believe this is a sign that Even isn’t just being more open to Isak about everything that has happened and all he feels, but he is trusting him. He is giving Isak his armour because now he won’t have to wear it again. 

around Isak he can be without it, he doesn’t need to worry anymore. 

he is okay. 

he doesn’t need his armour anymore now that he has learnt how to be vulnerable with Isak. 

he trusts him with The Jacket™

i’m not crying you are. 

Wanna know one thing I always thought was super fucking cool about Peridot’s design?

This has probably been stated before, but, in it’s own way, Peridot’s design is like a fusion of Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl’s designs.

Just let me explain…similarly to Garnet, Peridot has shapely hair, a curvy body, and eyewear that covers up a good half of her face. She also has colored toes on her uniform, such as Garnet does with her bodysuit.

Similarly to Pearl, Peridot typically has a long, narrow face with pointed features, as well as a slender build. Like Pearl’s star on her dress, the diamond insignia of Peridot’s uniform is placed on her chest. Another thing to note is that with her limb enhancers, Peridot’s height is equal to Pearl’s.

Similarly to Amethyst, Peridot is short in stature. Her mouth can often form into a loose W shape, like Amethyst’s mouth is typically shaped as. Peridot and Amethyst’s outfits both have sleeveless torsos that expose the neck and half of the chest on their bodies. Another thing to note is that another placing of Peridot’s diamond insignia is on the knees of her uniform, which is where Amethyst places the stars on her outfit.

Like…that is so clever. Peridot’s design is so cool and clever.

Drunk and Disorderly - Imagine

*Y/N’s POV*

It was well after 2am by the time I gave up waiting, shuffling to the bedroom with a defeated sigh, leaving a couple of hall lights on behind me should he arrive home after I’d fallen asleep.

Harry had been out with his friends since 6.30pm, dinner and a few drinks he told me, “Nothing major sweetheart, I’ll be home by 12”.

“12 my arse” I grumbled as I crawled in to bed, shuffling under the duvet and into the cool sheets. I had waited up for him like he asked, but as 12 came and went, and my phone remained void of messages, I gave up. It was unusual of Harry to stay out later than intended and not let me know, and to say his lack of contact had me worried was an understatement.

I settled in to bed, lying flat on my back with my hands resting on my chest and my eyes gazing up at the ceiling, the exhaustion threatening to pull them closed but my concern repeatedly pulling them back open. As 3am drifted past, I finally slipped into an uneasy sleep.

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed before I was ripped from my dreams by a loud banging on the front door, but I was faintly aware of a thin band of pale light creeping in between the curtains. A second series of aggressive knocks rattled the front door. I quickly flung myself from the bed and pulled a jumper over my body, dashing down the stairs in my pyjama trousers and socks. As I unlatched the front door, I assumed I would pull it back to find Harry, having lost his keys or too drunk to get them in the lock I wasn’t sure, but I knew it would be him. I was prepared to be relieved to have him in front of me, I was also prepared for the anger that would inevitably follow as he slurred out an excuse for returning during the early hours of the morning. But as I opened the door, everything I expected was replaced with one thing:

Shock.

Stood before me, silhouetted by the crisp light of the early morning, were two police officers. The two men took no notice of my appearance as one offered me a soft smile.

“Miss Y/L/N?” he asked. By this point, I was too stunned to answer. Every possible reason as to why I was being faced with two police officers at 5 o’clock in the morning flashed through my brain in what must have been no longer than a second, and all of them ended with Harry, arrested, injured or worse. I’ve seen the programmes, the cop dramas and movies, and no good ever comes from having a policeman stood on your doorstep without good reason.

My inner turmoil must have been present on my face as the taller officer, a slender man with a thin beard and moustache, spoke again without waiting for my reply to his earlier question.

“No need to panic love, I can tell what you’re thinking and it’s not that” he said, his words lifting a weight off my heart. But still my brows furrowed in confusion.

“Is everything ok?” I asked.

“Well we are here on behalf of your boyfriend, Mr Styles, yes?” he asked and I nodded.

“Got ‘imself into a bit of trouble last night” the other officer said. He was shorter than his colleague and rounder, his hand stuffed into the front of his vest to brace him against the chill of the morning air.

“What happened? Is he ok?” I rushed.

“He’s fine. He was arrested last night for being drunk and disorderly. Kept him in the cells over night to sober him up. We’ve been sent to request that you come and collect him, there are a few forms that need to be filled out on his behalf” he explained. I was stunned silent. Harry, drunk and disorderly? It didn’t make sense, and it didn’t sit well in my stomach. I was well aware of the fact that Harry, like perhaps anyone else, was more than susceptible to the effects of alcohol, and on more than one occasion I had to pull him away from a fight on a night out, but for Harry to follow through on what I had always assumed were idle threats surprised me.

“Oh, oh right. Um, ok, just let me get dressed and I’ll follow you there in my car?” I suggested.

“Sounds good. We’ll just wait for you in our car, head out when you’re ready” the shorter officer spoke once again before they both turned away and returned to their car which was parked on the road just outside. I shut the door quickly and rushed upstairs, not bothering to change the jumper I had thrown on, but instead opting to switch my flannel pyjama bottoms for a pair of jeans. I stuffed my feet in to a pair of trainers as I grabbed my phone and keys before dashing out the front door again, locking it firmly behind me.

The officers drove slower than was probably necessary as I followed them across town to the local station, making a point to hold back after each junction to make sure that I was behind them. I pulled my car up beside them as we reached the station car park and followed them inside like they said.

“We’ve got Miss Y/L/N ‘ere Sir” the tall officer said, who I learned was called Tom as we hurried across the frozen ground of the car park and in to the welcome head of the station reception.

“Ah yes, thank you Sargent, I’ll deal with it from here”. Both officers gave me a small tip of the hat as they disappeared down one of the many corridors that branched off from the desk I was stood before.

“Not what you were expecting this morning ay Miss?” the man behind the desk said as he collected some papers from beside him and placing them in front of me along with a pen.

“Em no, not exactly” I said with by best attempt at a chuckle.

“No need to worry, just need you to fill out a couple of things and then your boyfriend will be released without charge, no harm done. Well maybe not for him, I imagine he’ll be getting a bit of an ear bashing from you on the way home, am I right?” he said with a smile.

“You got that right” I snorted as I began filling in the required details on the papers in front of me.

“I’d say he’s got the worst yet to come” he continued and once again I nodded, he had no idea. The paperwork was long and extensive, giving me more than enough time to decide whether I was angry, or relieved that nothing serious had happened to him. It didn’t take me long to decide that I was angry, furious in fact. For Harry, things like these become global news ‘Harry Styles arrested for being drunk and disorderly’, ‘Harry Styles spends night in a cell following arrest’, ‘Harry Styles: global superstar or drunken thug?’. His worldwide influence was growing day by day, his album was number 1 across the world, he himself is number 1 on 2 Billboard charts, and he was marking that achievement, by getting himself arrested. Way to go Harry.

“Done” the man behind the desk said as I signed the last page. “I’ll just head along and get ‘im” he said, before removing himself from his chair and disappearing, the large bunch of keys strapped to his waist jingling as he went. It was only moments before he returned, a tired and rather apprehensive Harry in his wake.

“Good luck Son” the man called as I turned to leave the building, Harry shuffling along behind me. It was silent, neither of us spoke as we hurried across the car park to escape the chill of the morning air. The smell of stale alcohol drifted from him as he slipped into the passenger seat beside me, his hands fidgeting nervously in his lap as I pulled out of the station and began the journey home.

“Sorry” Harry mumbled after several more minutes of thick, tense silence. I snapped.

“What the hell were you thinking?! Drunk and disorderly Harry are you kidding me?! What happened?!” I shouted, the anger in my voice resonating throughout the small confines of my car. Part of me wanted to calm down, to let him explain and to listen to what reasonable excuse he had for behaving in such an uncharacteristic way. But the anger at his carelessness was consuming me, so I pushed the reasonable thoughts aside and continued speaking before he had the chance to reply.

“Do you have any idea what the media are going to make of this?! How could you be so stupid Harry?!”

“Y/N please, let me explain” he signed gently, looking at me with wide, bloodshot eyes. I waved my hand in the air to encourage him to continue.

“I don’t even know what happened, I wasn’t that drunk,” I snorted but he pushed on, “I wasn’t I promise! We were having a couple of drinks after dinner, just like I said and then this guy recognised me, said I was ‘That guy who was in that band’. He knew you though, kept going on about how I had such a ‘pretty girl’ and all this shit. He was off his face Y/N, literally blind drunk, I was surprised he was still on his feet. But he kept going on and on about you, said he’d seen you picture in the papers or something, and he was saying some disgusting things. Kept saying I should share you out, give him and turn for the night, said I could watch if it made me feel better” Harry cringed and I supressed a shudder, the anger dissolving from my body with each word he spoke.

“I lost it after that, I don’t even remember what happened. I must have followed him in to the street or something and attacked him cause the next thing I knew I was pinned to the ground by two police officers and the guy was being lifted into an ambulance. Someone said that they’d seen me follow the guy out of the bar so they arrested me for being drunk and disorderly and took me to the station. I’m sure you know the rest” Harry said with another gentle sigh. I pulled the car up outside the house and killed the engine.

“But they released you without charge, no assault conviction, nothing” I frowned.

“Yeah, a couple of people in the bar heard what was being said, told the police everything and they let me go”.

“I was so worried Harry” I whispered, turning in my seat to face him as he did the same. He sighed and reached over to brush his hand against my cheek, running his thumb along the puffy skin beneath my eyes which had developed from lack of sleep.

“I know baby, I’m sorry. I asked if I could call you but they wouldn’t let me until everything had got sorted out” he said gently, his fingertips brushing down my neck and pushing my hair back behind my shoulder.

“You don’t ever have to do that because some creep is saying something about me you know?” I said and he nods his head gently.

“You didn’t hear what he was saying Y/N, it was so,” I hushed him.

“Harry what people say doesn’t matter, what he was saying would never have happened, you and I both know that. Don’t get yourself into trouble just to protect me” I said gently.

“I’d do anything to protect you, sweetheart” he said, his voice holding the most conviction it had since I picked him up.

“I know” I said, leaning across the centre console to press my lips lightly against his. Neither of us tried to deepen the kiss, simply let the comforting warmth of his lips against mine sooth the stress of the night.

“Come on curly,” I said, pulling away just far enough to speak, my lips brushing gently against his, “let’s get you inside and in the shower, you stink of alcohol” I said with a giggle, pulling away completely and reaching for the door handle.

“Fine,” he sighed as I opened the door and stepped out, “but you’re getting in with me” he added as I shut the car door, a small smile spreading across my lips as his words ignited a warmth in my stomach.  

Okay but here’s how I see it- Adrian is Rosa’s Teddy and Milton is Gina’s Sophia

Let me explain:

On the surface, and even beneath the surface- Teddy and Adrian are totally different people. Complete opposites, if you will. But for Amy and Rosa? They serve the same purpose- the ones who seem Just Perfect but at the same time, not really.

Teddy’s like Amy in the way that he’s very organized and likes supposedly “nerdy” stuff such as police codes and binders. Extreme Amy, if you will. But ultimately, Teddy wasn’t the person Amy wanted, or needed. Deep down they weren’t similar in the right ways. Amy wanted to become the youngest police captain on the force, Teddy wanted to brew and bottle pilsners.

Teddy was nice but he was too boring, to quote Amy. Too tame. Yet, Jake could always be counted on to make Amy laugh, and he could challenge her and he could cater to her competitive streak because he had one of his own.

Likewise, Adrian is like that for Rosa. They both like… Nancy Myers and… knives? Honestly I don’t even know. But they share similarities, and Sketchy Adrian just seems Perfect for Rosa, doesn’t he?

Except- Rosa’s been mentioning Adrian less and less, actually not at all for most of the second half of the season, and while she’s been maintaining some semblance of her love for him this episode with her “yeah I just want him to be happy” and “good looking guy, weird energy” it’s all falling flat- especially when he starts snorting cocaine on purpose and gets all… high, to say the least.

Sorry, but that doesn’t look like someone who’s mildly amused by the love of her life.

Also the way she fiddles with that cocaine knife when he starts getting hyped up makes her seem scarily angry or at the very least annoyed??

Sure, Adrian means well and he does love Rosa a lot- but how long can Rosa tell herself that that’s enough?

Rosa is a “badass but not an anarchist”. Adrian would kill a child if said child was a “dick”. Not trying to say that makes Adrian problematic or anything, this is a comedy and he said that for comedic purposes- Jason Mantzoukas is amazing and honestly cracks me up a bunch. But fundamentally, Rosa and Adrian have different rules, and that sets them apart in ways that will ultimately make them incompatible in the long run.

She chose the Nine-Nine and left him in Argentina by himself. Even faced with the prospect of fifteen years in jail she chose her family over a fresh start in Argentina with no scorpions/too many scorpions. He wasn’t enough.

On the other hand- when Jake first met Sophia, she seemed amazing and just the right fit for him. She was fun, witty, loved Die Hard, and was all around amazing. Except… not. They came into conflict over their jobs, and ultimately saw the world in different ways. Sophia also wasn’t as committed to their relationship as Jake was.

I’m not saying that Milton is gonna walk out on Gina- far from it. Dude is a Good and Decent guy who seems to genuinely make Gina happy. He’s a BOYLE. They all say “i love you” to each other constantly. Of course he’s a great guy who wouldn’t walk out on the mother of his child, just look at him:

And I’m not going to pretend that snowboarding, melted-snow-donating Milton isn’t exactly what Gina needs right now. He’s sweet and affectionate and he spontaneously dances with Gina. Obviously they’re on the same page baby name wise (side note: THE ENIGMA/ENIGMO IS A SUPER DOPE NAME).

But… how long can Gina be content with someone who, put simply- probably wouldn’t challenge her in many ways? And possibly, maybe not even in any way. We don’t know that much about Milton yet, but from what I’ve gathered, about him and Boyles in general, he’ll likely end up always doing Gina’s bidding and going along with her every whim.

Which, again, is what Gina needs right now. She’s had a tough year, where she got hIT BY A BUS and was legally dead for two minutes- the girl could use a break!! And in Rosa’s words, “After she got hit by a bus, no one can say no to her.”

Sadly, I’m not sure a submissive Yes-man is what Gina wants or needs in the long run. Gina does best when she feels the need to prove herself, and admittedly at times she can go a little bit overboard and she needs to be reined in.

Milton’s a kind and precious dude, and of all the horrible men in this world that could possibly father Gina’s child (Gina’s pregnancy squick is another matter, but maybe you lose all fear after getting run over by a bus idk), I’m glad he’s the baby daddy. (Sorry for saying baby daddy)

But once Gina gets over how cool snow boarding, winter apparel, impromptu dinners, and having similar thoughts on baby names are- she’ll find herself yearning for more.

She’ll find herself yearning for someone who can pleasantly surprise her in ways she won’t expect, someone who brings something new to the table, someone who can easily rile her up but also be her best companion.

I’m glad Gina and Rosa are both at the very least content with their romantic partners right now- but this isn’t their endgame. Not to me, at least.

On Castiel's Betrayal

Okay I don’t know if this is an unpopular opinion or not, but it’s been eating me from the inside for months.
I’m talking about season 5/6 of Supernatural.

Castiel has never betrayed Dean and Sam.
He just hasn’t.
Don’t believe me? Well, let me explain.
This whole drama in the end of s6 was based on Castiel’s deal with Crowley. Crowley’s the King of Hell and a demon and has a creepy attitude, right? So it was fair for Dean and Sam to be furious at Cas, right? Right?
Wrong.
The Winchester brothers themselves were (publically) friendly towards Crowley, when Cas made that deal with him.
Remember, Crowley played a huge part in s5, not as an antagonist, rather as a friend of the protags. Wasn’t the best of friends, but helped a lot and I guess you can’t expect a lot more from a DEMON.
We all know Crowley. He’s not plainly evil, I might even say he means well and has a good substitute of a heart. All he is is a dealer, a manager - and wants the best for his side, but doesn’t want to pay much. Also likes fun and a taste of drama, along with whiskey. AND he sees potential, GREAT potential in The Boys. He was the one who reached out to Dean and helped with stealing one of The Important Things That Needed To Be Possessed By Winchesters In Order To Save The World.
And The Boys made a deal with Crowley. They helped with his experiments. THAT was when the angel ‘befriended’ the demon (although their feelings towards each other are always very clear and unchanging - “I don’t like you, I’d like to see you dead, I don’t wanna work with you, but I’m working with you because [The Greater Good/The End Of The World would be unpleasant/Dean wants us to]”).
Then DEAN AND SAM BETRAYED CROWLEY. What on the Earth was Cas supposed to do, torn between Dean and the war in heaven? Was he supposed to give up his chances of winning the fight with Raphael, losing which would cause another one of his deaths?
So Cas chooses to do something in between: seemingly destroys Crowley without actually destroying him.
In the world of betrayal, it was impossible not to betray.
It is extremely untrue to say that Castiel willingly betrayed them.
The fact that the stuff the angel and the demon had been up to was dark and wrong doesn’t change anything.
Through the entirety of s6 I used to scream to my computer screen: “Cas, tell them! Tell them you’re their friend and you did nothing wrong regarding any of your relationships!”
Well, it didn’t help, I know.
The aftermath of Winchesters’ lack of logic resulted with the end of s6.
And I was furious when Balthazar died.
And I see where Cas made his mistakes and I don’t deny them.
You could say dealing with Crowley was one of them, but unpopular opinion here: at that point in time, the worst mistake that he had ever made was, as ever in this show, not entirely going with the Winchester way.

Mom kicked me out the car.

Because I explained that I want to quit my job for my mental health. She goes on about how I’ll not have people around and when I move out I’ll “get lonely” “you’ll miss your family” I straight up tell her I have a bad family because they constantly ignore my emotional needs.

She lets her anger blind any logic or let me explain further. No, I am not lonely. I have online friends that I trust than anyone else in my town because people have let me down too often to trust them.

It’s just another example of abuse.

anonymous asked:

Hi Cye!! May I ask, how do you pronounce "Cye"???

let me try to explain, cye sounds like the cy from cyanide

it’s similar to the japanese word for sai, which is rafael’s weapon

Other possible responses that did occur to me: “Lady. If you think I like having this hunched over heap of drama and attitude sitting in my office all day, let me explain a thing.”

I mean … FFS. No, my office is not a great place for a teenager. It is boring. I have work to do. Why do you think I’ve been hounding you for better resources?

2,000 Wall Streeters just had a meeting in Las Vegas, and they all kept making the same awkward noise

(The Bellagio goes dark.Reuters)
One distinct noise dominated the biggest Wall Street conference of 2017. It wasn’t the “Wolf of Wall Street” types screaming at the craps table, or the plink-plink-plink of slot machines as dad-bros clinked scotch-filled glasses over market talk.

The noise was nervous laughter, and for what is supposed to be the biggest Wall Street party of the year, it was incredibly weird.

We’re talking specifically about the SkyBridge Alternatives Conference, or SALT, an annual hedge fund meeting (and party) for the 1%.

If you’ve never been to a dayslong Wall Street conference in Las Vegas, let me explain to you what it’s like: You sit in dark rooms while the sun is shining. You wear dark suits inside while all the happy civilians are wearing bathing suits and jumping in pools outside. While you are listening to lecture after lecture about credit conditions and opportunities in the stock market, the rest of the world is making slot machines ring and drinking off their hangovers.

This experience is best when the mood is light — when the market is strong and tailwinds are pushing you forward. In years like that, there’s a seamless transition from a world leader’s one-on-one interview to a bunch of hedge fund dad-bros crushing Champagne by the pool.

This year at SALT, though, the mood was not light.

It’s true the US market is near record highs, but there’s a feeling across the world that the wind is turning. The millionaires and billionaires at SALT have been feeling it for weeks. And that’s why the halls and auditoriums of the Bellagio were filled with one distinct sound.

Nervous laughter.

Even the Masters of the Universe, the men at the highest heights of this country, are starting to worry about what it’s like to fall. President Donald Trump, a man they thought they could level with, is starting to show that his critics were right to worry about his erratic behavior and inexperience. No one knows when a market slide will happen, or if it will happen at all.

They’ve been wrong before, and they hope they’re wrong now.

A master of none

No one could get the nervous laughter going at SALT better than the chairman of the conference, Anthony Scaramucci. He has long been known on Wall Street as a man who sees opportunity and takes it, even if it means biting off more than he can chew.

His opening remarks on Wednesday were about something like that. Last May, right before the conference, Scaramucci pledged his loyalty to Trump and joined his campaign. Unfortunately for him, the position he thought he would receive in the White House has not materialized.

Instead of hiding from this, he dove into it and explained his current position as he addressed a dark, worried crowd.

“If [Trump] wants me to serve, I’m ready to serve. If he doesn’t want me to serve, that’s fine,” Scaramucci said. “I have no bitterness about it. It’s politics.”

He also acknowledged that not a lot of the people in the room were Trump fans. This time last year, Scaramucci was in Trump conversion mode — this year he was in Trump conciliation mode.

(Anthony Scaramucci.Reuters)

As part of his attempt to soften the crowd, Scaramucci told a story of what he found on the campaign trail with Trump.

At a stop in Albuquerque, New Mexico, the millionaire met hundredaires at best — people holding down multiple jobs just to survive. He shook their hands and heard their stories. He related it to his working-class upbringing as an Italian kid on Long Island. Alongside the tragedy of America’s wealth gap, he found a feeling of connection to ordinary people.

“I spent 28 years of my life trying to join the global elite,” he said, with a hint of regret. “But it took a billionaire who lives on Fifth Avenue in a tower next to Tiffany’s jewelry store to show me what I missed.”

Nervous laughter.

The chorus

Just after Scaramucci spoke, Ben Bernanke, a former the chair of the Federal Reserve who was one of the most powerful men in the world, shared his thoughts. He said Trump’s lack of leadership was a “reasonable concern.”

“I did not anticipate how these various issues, Russia and so on, would create uncertainty,” he said.

Bernanke also said that what Wall Street called the “Trump trade” was “overdone.”

After Trump was elected, the market rallied sky-high — like a rocket off to Mars to meet Jesus. The standard explanation for this glorious move was that Wall Street expected tax cuts for corporations and the rich. It expected infrastructure spending and a Congress that would ignore deficit reduction. It expected the rollback of regulations on our banking system, on our energy companies, of Obama-era measures meant to protect land, sea, and sky.

Bernanke gently explained, as one would tell a child there is no tooth fairy, that there is no Trump trade. The tax cuts, infrastructure spending, and deregulation are not coming. Bernanke told Wall Street: You will not have what you were dreaming of. Some people are not who they say they are.

This is where we are now. The financiers in the room have realized that Trump can and will do nothing for anyone other than himself, the long-hoped-for economic policies vanishing in the face of scandal — of Russian intrigue, of accusations of corruption and mendacity.

Trump has become another major stressor for an industry that has been worried since 2015 about clients demanding lower fees and higher returns. At SALT, the mood was darker and attendance lower than in years past. Wall Street, just like the market, is starting to crack ever so slightly in the face of uncertainty.

That slow realization is what the nervous laughter is all about.

Pointing out that things can get worse still, Erik Schatzker, who moderated Bernanke’s talk, asked him, “What if loyalty becomes the No. 1 requirement for the Fed chairman?”

Nervous laughter.

Bernanke responded gravely: If the Fed chair has no credibility, people won’t believe in the markets.

What, then, is there to believe in? This is all coming at a time when the industry has more than enough to worry about. Returns have for years been weak, fees are going lower, and hedge funds are blowing up. Uncertainty in Washington is the last thing anyone needs.

(Ben Bernanke speaks at SALT 2017.Reuters)

Louder and louder

The billionaire investor Jeff Gundlach of DoubleLine Capital, the man known as Wall Street’s “bond god,” spoke at the conference from a studio in Los Angeles, appearing as a hologram during lunchtime. A year before, he predicted Trump would win the election, but he didn’t seem thrilled about it then or now.

“Trump says inconsistent things from time to time, you may have noticed,” he said.

Nervous laughter.

On the other side of the political spectrum, Sam Zell, the billionaire real-estate investor from Chicago, defended Trump at the conference.

“All of this is excessive,” he said of Trump’s Russia scandals. “Not much will come of this.”

There was no laughter there, but Zell — notorious for decrying the danger of economic redistribution and his hatred of Barack Obama and liberals at large — got a laugh later. While extolling the virtues of the deregulation of the coal industry he offered another story from China, one that seemed to illustrate the opposite point of the one he was trying to make.

The air quality in Beijing is so bad as a result of coal-burning power plants, Zell said excitedly, that after a trip there, “my pilot told me we had to take the plane back to Chicago and clean it before we got to New York City or we’d lose the paint job.”

Nervous laughter — with an audible groan.

The groan was so loud, in fact, that Zell’s moderator, Fox News’ Liz Claman, took a jab.

“God forbid you lose the paint job,” she said jokingly.

‘Wake up’

The standout keynote speech of the conference was former Vice President Joe Biden’s address on Thursday evening. For quite a bit of his talk, his head was in his hands.

That’s because Biden, as you probably know, is not very good at hiding his emotions. This time, he was showing clear disappointment.

“We need to think big!” Biden exclaimed to the silent crowd of mesmerized financiers.

The America he sees now, he said, is an America that thinks little of itself, that pretends it can take on only small challenges rather than energetically tackle big ones. It is a tired and small America, not an exhilarated America, or, rather, the America that Biden knows and would prefer.

It is an America where people behave selfishly and cling to what they know, rather than one where people work with one another to forge another rich and glorious American century.

Today that makes us weak, but we are weak today only because we are afraid.

Biden does not believe America is a country of sudden losers; he believes in facts. Yes, the future brings violent change along with it. But we are a country of solutions — of the “most nimble” venture capitalists and more research universities than any other country in the world. We are blessed with arable land and a healthy population. According to a man who knows we desperately need to hear it, we can do anything we put our minds to.

And so we should.

In that dark room of nervous suits, Biden explained the truth. If America invests in America, America will be nothing but great. And then he said something that makes moneymen uncomfortable: There is no proof that people keeping their tax money for themselves and their children will enrich the economy. But education will. Investing in public goods will. Focusing on the future will.

“Raise your hand if you think 12 years of education is enough in this economy,” he said to the crowd.

Nervous silence.

So we need $9 billion, Biden said. To Wall Street, that’s nothing. Wall Street knows that for America, it’s nothing. But that $9 billion would pay for free community college for people who want it, Biden said. That, in turn, would add two-tenths of a percent to gross domestic product.

“Wake up,” he demanded.

It was an order, but it’s hard to comply with. Trump has made Wall Street wonder whether the party in the market is over, and quietly in Las Vegas, Wall Streeters wondered if this would be the last SALT they would attend. You would think that given the Wall Street image of testosterone-charged traders and savvy bankers the business would face this challenge with energy. But that isn’t the case. Wall Street has lost its nerve.

And so what we have here now is lethargy — and nervous laughter.

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Hi, my dear friends and followers^^
I was thinking about to make it for a long time, but didn’t have a chance to do it. But here we are:

“Archer’s Festival”

Yeah, i’m organizing archer festival in my au Archertale. It will be on the 1st of July till the 31st of August. Why not June also? Well, i will be busy this month, but also it’s a great time to think about it :) Of cource i don’t force you to take part, it’s your own choice. Okay, let me explain what archer festival is and how it will work here:

This festival is a festival where you can ask questions about my au and meet characters of my au. Also this festival has contest made by me and Archer!Mettaton (he likes fashion contest-_-). In the fashion contest archers should show their best outfits. The judges will be me, Archer!Mettaton of course (he would kill me if i didn’t include him T_T) and Archer!Toriel. Also you can have fun in who is the best archer contest. You will have some challenges to show your best shot, best reaction, agility and how you use your bow and arrows perfect. In the evening there will be fireworks and dance show :D

Okay, i think i clearly explained what will be and how it works, but still if you have questions, i’m open for questions^^

Now, let’s talk about rules:
-the magic here can be used only with arrows. I know that you would like to use your own magic, but i don’t want a huge chaos here. So please uderstand.
-you can go to festival in your usual clothes, but if you want to feel like an archer, you can ask me and i will make a design of archer clothes. Just tell me about your character and i will make a design for him/her :) If you have already a design, awesome^^ I would really love to see.
-again, i don’t force you to take part in festival. It’s your own choice. But if you do, then welcome to festival^^


For now, that’s all i have for my au. If you want to talk about festival more detailed and about organization, my ask box is open, or you can ask me in my main blog @wildstarfan
Have a nice day^^

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“I couldn’t ask for a better group of friends to have in this room tonight, thank you so much for being here, all of you.” At his first ever solo show last night, Harry Styles spoke to the audience as if they were the organisers of his surprise birthday party rather than a crowd of strangers. But the intimacy felt appropriate: the former One Direction member is more familiar with Wembley Stadium and Madison Square Gardens than a tiny, sweaty room on the corner of Highbury and Islington roundabout.

On his Twitter feed, Styles announced at 8am on Saturday morning that a surprise gig would be taking place that evening at The Garage in London, ahead of his larger tour later this year to promote his debut solo album (the self-titled Harry Styles). Tickets were only available, for £10, if bought from the box office in person, and even then you could only buy one. All proceeds were to go to The Little Princess Trust, the charity that the singer donated his hair to last year, which provides wigs to children experiencing hair loss. Dedicated fans jumped out of bed seconds later to buy tickets, some still in their pyjamas.

The atmosphere inside was giddy as a result, ticket-holders delirious with luck. Styles, dressed in a frankly outrageous pink satin Gucci suit with embroidered dragons snaking up his thighs, seemed genuinely excited to be there too, telling the crowd he was “overwhelmed” by their support. “This is my first show in a long time. My first show ever. So it’s a night I won’t forget,” he said, adding “You might not be able to tell from my monotone voice, but I am having a great time.”

His years of experience in one of the music industry’s most polished pop bands are clear to see: for what was essentially a warm-up show, this was a sleek performance. Delivering his new album in its entirety, Styles was most impressive when letting loose on rockier, more upbeat tracks Only Angel and Kiwi (the latter saw women at the front form a mosh pit), or exuding Seventies sex appeal on Woman and Carolina.

Unlike at the rehearsal he held last week, he did not stage dive. “Let me tell you,” he explained of the much-reported calamitous attempt (which saw him knock a fan to the floor). “It doesn’t feel one third as cool as you think it does.”

As well as his solo material, Styles performed two other songs: an experimental riff on Kanye West’s “Ultralight Beam” and a much-loved One Direction track he has a writing credit on, “Stockholm Syndrome”. “You may or may not know the words,” Styles deadpanned, as the crowd screamed at the opening notes.

One of the loudest cheers of the entire event went not to the main man, but his drummer Sarah Jones, who has delighted Styles’s mostly female fanbase with her performances over the past few weeks. “Alright, that’s enough,” the star joked after introducing her. “That’s why she’s at the back.”

It’s a joy to watch Styles interact with a smaller crowd. He has a knowing, teasing relationship with fans, at one point asking the audience, “How you doing down there? You look very warm. There’s a smell…” But, this ribbing aside, his desire that everyone present have the best possible time was obvious, as he paused the show to check on a fan struggling with the heat, and sung Happy Birthday to another the front. It’s this combination of charm, ease, flamboyance, and an actually very good singing voice that sets Styles apart from his former bandmates and many of his peers. Could this be the rock star British pop music needs? - The Telegraph