abt harry after he kept posting the previews around the same time every single morning except on release day he doesn’t post the video at the same time as the previews luring us into a fALSE sense of security thinking we Knew what time it would drop and planned our lives accordingly only to realize that he just wants chAOS
I very much appreciate your taking the time and effort on the in-depth analysis of SOTT. I do have a question about it. You ended the main section with this: "How does he rescue himself and others?... Musically, of course...Harry Styles has hung out his Sign." Can you clarify or expand on that a bit? I guess I was hoping for something more positive and hopeful of a definitive end to all the fuckery. Do you see anything like that for our boys, or (1 of 2)
(2 of 2) is it pretty much a lost cause and they’re all going to be stuck in a hellish round-a-bout of bullshit for the forseeable future?
I didn’t mean to imply that he hung out a Sign as in: “from here on it’s all Holo forever.” I’m sorry if it came across that way.
What I meant was that this song was Harry delivering the goods. “You want Holo? You got Holo.” And the messenger was the message– the meaning of the song itself explained how it was birthed, with a lot of pain, lies, confusion, forced separation.
I totally do not think this will last.
What I’ve seen for the last few days is:
- Liam and Niall tweeting congrats to Harry; Louis did not
- Harry unable to mention Louis’s name in interviews
- Liam tweeting a strange message– glad you’re getting to do your stuff. Because Liam can’t?
- H and L releasing public pap and stalker photos showing they are in separate locations/ continents
Why do they have to go this hard? Why are they always linked? If there’s nothing going on, why can’t there be normal congratulations, well done H, let’s catch up sometime?
It tells me that things are not normal right now, but the narrative is being pushed hard. We were hoping for change in April, but obviously it didn’t come. I think the hard push has to do with nothing getting in the way of a successful Holo launch.
Why would Louis agree to go along with it? If they’re not together, why would Louis care that Harry launches successfully, and go to such lengths?
Because they ARE together. Always. You.
And if Harry can write this kind of music, doing what he has to do to protect Louis, and Louis has to do what he has to do to protect Harry, and still make music, then they’re managing. We want them to be “free,” but that doesn’t necessarily mean what we imagine: free to come out as a couple, free to conduct business without restrictions.
I have to believe that they know how to manage their own careers better than we do. They have access to lawyers. They know things we don’t know. Both are amazingly smart and have planned their lives accordingly. It will end. Already almost no one in the media (thanks Sirius XM assholes) mentions Louis’ having a son, and he doesn’t even pretend to care anymore. And Harry gives no shits about deflecting questions he doesn’t want to answer.
All four boys are set to release music this quarter. It is ending, bit by bit. It will end.
Can you give some links or examples that improving minimum wage is going to help? I believe it will, but I also know a lot of people against it bc they think it'll just hike the price of living accordingly and nothing will change (or make things even worse for ppl who don't get a wage increase) and I don't know enough to rebuke it. Thank you!
“An opportunity only comes once; think of it as the last chance. Don’t give up even if it’s difficult, it’s important to live accordingly. If you stand on stage and give it all you’ve got, like it’s the last time, you will have no regrets.” Happy 25th Birthday Lee Sungjong!
On taxes, tuition and the shutting down of the education elevator
So in their endless quest to take more and more money from relatively less well off people and give it to corporations and the wealthy, the Republican tax plan passed by the House of Representatives makes tuition waivers granted to students a taxable benefit.
This sounds pretty dry, I know. In fact, it’s the dryness that makes it easy to support: since no one knows what this means, who cares?
What it means, though, is this: it makes lots of higher education – especially graduate education – almost completely unaffordable for most people.
To take an example I know well, let’s talk about me. I grew up in a perfectly fine, perfectly ordinary middle class family in a ranch house in a suburban environment inside the city limits of Charlotte, NC. My still married parents were both college educated; my father supported the family; my mother stayed at home until I was 16 when she got her Master’s degree and began a 20 year career as a public school librarian. We had a dog: the biggest dachshund you’ve ever seen, Baron. I have a sister. If you wanted a picture of the middle of the middle class at that time, you could have just photographed my family.
Moreover, because my parents deeply valued higher education, AND because states used to actually support higher education at significant rates, my parents were able to promise both my sister and me that they would pay for our college educations through our undergraduate degrees. Which they duly did. (Note that tuition at my school, Appalachian State University, ran about $2000 a year at this time (the early/mid 1980s), and I got a scholarship for half of that.) I graduated in 4 years completely debt free.
But as well off as my parents were, they made it clear that if I or my sister wanted to go to graduate school, that was on us. They got us to adulthood; after that, our path was ours to walk. Which, given the opportunities and experiences and support they had accorded me to that point, seemed perfectly fair to me.
So when I decided I did want to go to graduate school (a decision I made sometime in my junior year of college), I began applying to various schools, eventually settling on Vanderbilt for both its reputation and the amount of support it was offering. See, lots of graduate programs end up supporting their students in at least two ways: they pay salary as a TA, and they waive their tuition for graduate students.
As a practical matter, I only cared about the salary, since that is what I had to live on: $6300 my first year, rising to $8100 my last. But now that I am professional academic, I know that for universities, the tuition waiver is the bigger deal: it’s the one that costs the most money. Even in the late 1980s, for example, Vanderbilt’s tuition was nearing $40,000 a year. (God knows what it is now.) Thus, by waiving tuition, Vanderbilt was forgoing tens of thousands of dollars of income for every graduate student it had.
But, of course, the reason Vanderbilt waived that tuition was that they knew that absent the waiver, I wouldn’t have gone to Vanderbilt for graduate school. Neither would almost anyone. After all, as well off as my family was when I was growing up, we were nowhere near well off enough to look at paying for a Vanderbilt education. (Remember, my undergraduate tuition was around $2,000/year, or very nearly 20 times less expensive than Vanderbilt.) The tuition waiver made an elite education accessible for me and lots of other people.
And now the Republicans want to tax that waiver as income even though no student ever holds the money. I was not given $40,000 to then give back to Vanderbilt; my bill just listed $0 for tuition. The money was accounted for well outside my checkbook.
The effect of this is easy to explain. When I was in graduate school, I paid income taxes on my salary. They were low, since I didn’t make much money, but of course I paid sales taxes and property taxes and automobile taxes and all such other taxes out of the remainder – just like everyone else does. Accordingly, I lived plainly but comfortably: lots of ramen noodles those years, but I was never hungry or truly broke. And, in a great miracle of life, I walked out of graduate school basically debt free – I did owe my parents some money when my 1982 Chevy Citation needed lots of repairs. But otherwise, I began my academic journey from a clean slate. (And I paid my parents back quickly.)
Under the Republican plan today, though, I’d have had to pay income taxes on something like $45,000 in my first year of graduate school … despite my actual income of $6300. Which, of course, I couldn’t have done. So I wouldn’t have gone to graduate school. Nor, I imagine, would anyone who wasn’t already wealthy or comfortable taking on vast debt in order to get an academic job. Which in lots of programs would be financial suicide.
Why are the Republicans doing this? I’ll give them the benefit of one doubt: I don’t think they are deliberately trying to stop people from going to graduate school. (Even if that will surely happen.) I really think their only concern is to eliminate deductions that help less well off people so they can give tax cuts to the rich. Giving money to rich people in the form of tax breaks is the raison d’être of the Republican Party, after all.
But it’s sad. It’s short-sighted. And it’s another way America is killing itself by following ideological madness to its suicidal conclusion.
Hi Emily! My apartment is, off and on, infested with both mice and cockroaches. Is there a way I can heighten tensions between the two camps so that they'll take each other out?
Offer yourself as a go-between to the Cockroach Queen, and arrange a political marriage between her daughter the Cockroach Princess and the eldest son of the King of the Mice. Both sides will be pleased to reach a detente that allows them to make the most of the resources offered by your apartment without losing out to costly, wasteful tension over scraps.
On the day of the wedding, invite the great and good of both nations to a wedding feast.
Poison everything. Plant evidence trails pointing to both sides. Watch their decapitated nation-states flounder and lash out, tragically and inevitably hurling themselves towards mutual destruction.
Become Mother of Dragons.*
* This step is not vital but I recommend it, small dragons probably better than large ones for your living situation, plan accordingly.
We’re all fools… all the time. It’s just we’re a different kind each day. We think, I’m not a fool today. I’ve learned my lesson. I was a fool yesterday but not this morning. Then tomorrow we find out that, yes, we were a fool today too. I think the only way we can grow and get on in this world is to accept the fact we’re not perfect and live accordingly.
Summary: You and Bucky are soulmates but decided to head in
different directions. You married Steve but never stopped loving Bucky. In Part
1, you were pregnant with Steve’s child and ran into Bucky on your way back
from the grocery store. Bucky’s pleading eyes almost make you elope with him on
the spot, but you decide against against it, leaving behind a very distressed
Bucky. In Part 2, you have given birth to a baby boy, Sebastian. Your
relationship with Steve has turned sour and your father Tony urges you to leave
him. Will you give Bucky his second chance? Or will you stay by Steve’s side as
his loving yet miserable wife?
A/N: You requested a part 2, so here it is. Don’t know if
this fully qualifies as a happy ending, though.
Lightning cracked the midnight sky then the
thunder rolled in. Rumbling deeply into the distance and through their bones.
“We should get going.” Minho clears his
throat, walking away without sparing her a glance. “I’ll take you home.”
Their previous conversation dissolves,
swept away by the sudden gush of wind that Minho silently thanked for. Her
response left him tongue-tied, a reaction that happens almost every time
they’re together and it terrifies him.
The absurdity is almost laughable. How he
could barely bat an eyelash when pulling the trigger but to know that someone
will be there for him has him foolishly shaken.
As if sensing his distress, she quietly
follows suit, keeping her eyes to the ground when Minho fastens the helmet over
her head. The usually precise movements of his fingers disappears, infuriating
him further as he fumbles with the clasp longer than necessary.
It didn’t take long before the storm
ruptures through, the downpour of rain smacking down the stretch of roads
viciously, her grip on his shoulders digging into his jacket down to his flesh
as Minho speeds his way like they’re losing time.
Everything is a blur, a projection of the
state of his mind and trying to stitch back the edges of himself she unraveled
is a futile attempt, feeling everything slip beyond his power.
Upon reaching her apartment complex, she
hops off the motorbike, drenched hair plastered to her neck when she hands the
helmet back to him. Minho looks at her through the exposed panel of his helmet,
unable to piece his goodbyes together while the roar of the rain seals the
silence between them.
And when she leans in close to his ears,
Minho can’t help but stiffen. Her voice raised yet muted by the chaos that
“Stay the night!”
She’s met with the widening of his eyes
as she pulls back to face him, the rain intensifying with each pulsing second.
I’ll hold on and my heart will find you there. Love will shine free, forever.
Traditionally, kings and queens were crowned at midday, when the sun was at its highest point in the sky. This is where the symbolism of the sun comes into play for Leo. There is always an overbearing regal energy that eminates from these people and they believe themselves to be rulers in their own rights. Much like the sun that sits atop the sky at the apex of the day, solar Leos are the light of the world. They shine and give life to all who are deemed worthy to bask in their warm, glorious and incandescent glow. They are the law of the land and the rest of us are merely their subjects. The sun is at home in Leo, which allows the sun to shine to its fullest potential. While these people can be incredibly warm-hearted, there is always the danger of them developing the stereotypical overblown Leo ego if it is not kept in check. This can potentially result in narcissism and egoism, with them cultivating an “It’s all about me” mentality. Leo energy expressed to its highest octave is not selfish or narcissistic. It’s about being the light and showing others how to shine theirs. AMY LEE - MOON IN LEO: BETWEEN MYSELF AND MY REFLECTION
I’ve been looking in the mirror for so long that I’ve come to believe my soul’s on the other side.
Here, the light of the sun is being reflected and internalized. Lunar Leos have a very quiet confidence, but it is still there nonetheless. They embody the creative energy that Leo represents and they need to create to feel emotionally secure. If they don’t have an outlet for their creativity, that only serves to further dim their inner light and causes them to turn inward. On the down side, Lunar Leos tend to be rather over-the-top emotionally, often creating problems to suit their own emotional need for dramaticism. This is a very special placement of Leo, because the light does not directly eminate from them. It’s hidden away, and you must really peel back all of the layers to even get a glimpse of it. But once you do, it feels like seeing the sun rise after a long, dark night - beautiful rays of light setting the night on fire.
CHARLOTTE WESSELS - ASCENDANT IN LEO: IN ALL MY MAJESTY
Here I am in all my majesty, and there is nothing you won’t get to see.
Leo risings give off a light that is much more obvious than even the solar Leo because of the surface level ascendant sign influence. Even if underneath they are more sullen and melancholy, a Leo rising always shines. These people believe themselves to be the rulers of their own destinies and live their lives accordingly. Their approach to life is very magnanimous, with them placing generosity of heart at the forefront of their persona. They follow a golden road of their own creation, illuminated by their own light. They are the kings and queens of their own lives. They carry themselves with a poise and regality that us mere mortals could never even hope to manifest. The majesty of a Leo rising cannot be ignored, for they themselves command attention simply by walking into a room. They have a high regard for themselves and think of themselves as royalty. However, Leo risings give off a playful and childlike energy that others find infectious.
ALISSA WHITE-GLUZ - MERCURY IN LEO: YOU WILL KNOW MY NAME
Do you see me now? Do you hear me now? You will know my name!
What’s that sound you hear? Why, it’s the roar of the lion! Leo Mercuries will always go out of their way to make their presences known. With their big, booming, roaring voices and a flair for the dramatic, you can always count on them to steal the show. These people make incredible leaders and public speakers because of their ability to command attention verbally, because they are more apt to speak in a way that draws attention to themselves. Going unnoticed is death to a Leo Mercury. They know in their minds that they are kings and queens and are destined for great things. These are not quiet or timid people by any stretch of the imagination, for the ground shakes when they speak. The downside of this energy is that a lot of them could only want to talk about themselves, so they should cultivate the energy of their opposing sign Aquarius and learn that it’s okay to let it be about other people from time to time. But if they are more evolved, there is no more kind and warm-hearted person to be around.
JACOBY SHADDIX - VENUS IN LEO: FIRE BURNING UNDERNEATH MY SKIN
I feel a fire burning underneath my skin Now that I breathe in, I breathe you in.
Here is where the Leo heart energy comes into play. Venusian Leos have the biggest hearts out of any other placement in the zodiac. This is where they live, in their heart chakra. They are the most magnanimous and generous people you will ever meet, and this is especially so in relationships. Winning the heart of these people is not as easy as one might think, for they have incredibly high standards when it comes to romance. The person of their choosing must be on their level. But once they have given their heart to someone, they shower them with attention, grand gestures of affection and gifts. The stereotype of the big, fabulous Leo hair comes into play here as well, as these people take more pride in their luxurious mane than any other Leo placement. Compliments make a Venus in Leo’s heart swell, so do it often and make sure your remarks are sincere. These people have a fire burning in their hearts, and truly lucky is the person who is deemed worthy enough to hold it in their hands.
MARIA BRINK - MARS IN LEO: BELIEVE & CREATE
“This life is all about expressing yourself and creating all you can imagine. I bring to life all my personalities with art and music and by becoming the show. We are destined to be something special and unique. Let go of fears of what others believe and shine with all your being. You are beautiful.” - Maria Brink, In This Moment
Mars in Leo people are driven by their passion for creativity. This is what they live, breathe and die for. The desire to create and bring the intangible to life is a fire burning inside them, one which they cannot contain. A lower manifestation of this energy is that they could be driven by their own ego. So, this is definitely something these people should watch out for. But the simple fact is that they are driven by their own creative desires and go to dramatic measures to express themselves to the world. Their method of expression is often very theatrical and might put off more somber types who prefer the modest to the flamboyant. They feel an all-consuming desire to share their own inner world with the world at large. They firmly believe in the importance of artistic expression and don’t understand why others don’t feel the same way. The more primitive manifestation of Mars in Leo shows up in the bedroom, as it also has to do with libido and sex drive. But let’s just say that they are dramatic in all aspects of life, and especially so when it comes to their mating habits. Martian Leos will express themselves how they want to and whichever way they want to, and you are powerless to stop them.
Scenario where Shigaraki's S/O discovers they are pregnant, to both of their panic?
Pregnant? Did he hear that right? You are pregnant, and he’s going to be the father…?
Tenko’s crimson hues gazed to the ground for what seem to be for awhile now, and you could see those eyes glistening in concentration, utterly shock to the news. His mind was trying to comprehend this surprising information
And this surprises you as well since you brought it up with him immediately, yet hesitantly for his reactions. You needed to let him know, though.
Only silence could fill the atmosphere between the both of you. Uncomfortably extending its time whilst Tenko clicked his foot against the ground repeatedly. Tap, tap, tap. What is he thinking? You don’t know either, and this frightens you so. Leaving you questioning as the suspension becoming unbearable to handle.
It’s not like he will abandoned his blood child, nor will let you ever roam around the cities aimlessly without proper care. Tomura is afraid. Afraid that his own child will resent him for his immoral tendencies that he’s dreamt of for so long. Another reason is that Tenko isn’t exactly the most fatherly figure that the child could have in their lives. He knows no love in his life. He doesn’t know.
But, this could be a brand new beginning, for his child to live accordingly with them. As a little family. And even if he isn’t the most reliable when it comes to parenting; he could always have guidance from you, Kurogiri or himself. It may not be such a bad idea. He will provide a new world for this child of his, and for you with him.
He’s been hunching over the counter for awhile, and you could see the intensity in his lessening slowly. Was this a sign of acceptation, perhaps? Those softening eyes thinking, and concluding his final answer.
He will accept his fate as a father. There’s no going back, not ever.
The words escaping from his lips eventually piped up after clearing his throat to announce his answer for you.
“Come here.” Tomura said firmly, motioning his hands for you to be ambling to his side. And so you did, leisurely.
The end of your shirt tugged with his slender fingers gently; pulling you closer to him so he could caresses your into tiny stomach that was bearing his children inside. Tomura managed to his piece in the end, his words leaving nothing but what seem to be determination for a brighter futures waiting ahead for them.
“I won’t let those damned heroes rob us of our happiness anymore… soon, I’ll be taking care you like AFO did with me.”