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thoughts of a goldfish
  • goldfish: nice rock
  • goldfish: nice rock
  • goldfish: nice rock
  • goldfish: nice rock
  • goldfish: The country’s economy and labor market remain in deep disrepair. Whereas our various post-market institutions (e.g., the safety net, educational institutions, health institutions) have a mixed record of coping with the rising poverty and inequality that has been handed to them by a still-struggling economy and labor market.
  • goldfish: nice rock

Capitalism requires that the working class be dispossessed of the things they need for survival, so that they have no choice but to work beneath bosses and rent housing beneath landlords. This is a blunt fact that you must address if you want to understand capitalism fully. People “need” to be economically coerced into subordinate class positions by withholding their basic utilities from them; they wouldn’t work in dehumanizing conditions reminiscent of feudalism if they had options otherwise. The property-owning class reproduces itself through all the inheritances and “foots in doors” that their class position provides them, usually descended from a line of people with sufficient access to the means of life.

There is no “equality of opportunity” – your opportunities are based critically around your access to capital and to necessary utilities, and there is cosmic inequality in that regard all throughout the world. “I believe in equality of opportunity and not equality of outcome” is empty liberal postulating, an ideal that could never even be achieved in a capitalist society. Equality of opportunity is intimately tied to de facto equality of outcome – how else could you possibly prevent the reemergence of opportunity inequality throughout successive generations, since inequality of wealth means inequality of access? A post-capitalist directly-democratic society would facilitate “equality of opportunity” far better than anything we hear about today. (And for what it’s worth, even socialists don’t think everyone should literally receive *the same* amount of stuff. A single parent trying to raise four kids will have different needs than a person living alone. It’s about meeting the material needs of people and facilitating human freedom/development through that.)

What even is “opportunity” in this context? The ability to compete in a market economy and climb up a ladder, only to bark orders at people who weren’t as lucky as you? The ability to let the (at least) 40-hour workweek consume you physically, mentally, and spiritually?

Leftists see “opportunity” through a more holistic and humanitarian lens. The flourishing of human happiness by cutting as much needless toil out of society as possible. The elimination of poverty by implementing an economy of the commons. Not through some bullshit individualist lens that completely ignores how wealth and poverty arise, how market ideology conceals a deep-seated economic tyranny.

Liberalism, conservatism, right-libertarianism….these are all just different masks capitalism wears to facilitate compliance in different types of people. “Equality of opportunity” is something each of those masks will argue – unsurprising, seeing as it’s a central ideological tenet of capitalism, something it touts in theory but never in practice.

Don’t fall for it.

When you’re so desperate to sell a movie that you can no longer be subtle.

Here’s all the proof you will ever need this is PROMO. 


The Bucharest Way

Pairing/Characters: Bucky Barnes (he goes under the name Jamie while in Bucharest – I made that up, don’t hit me), Steve Rogers (mentioned)
Warnings: angst if you really, really analyse this piece (don’t do that hahahah)
A day in the peaceful life of Bucky Barnes while in Bucharest.
Word Count: 1.2k+
A/N: This is the most unclimactic thing I have ever written. It’s tame but I like it.

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Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Dedicated to @hamilsontrash for helping me out tonight! And also to @imagineham because they are pure and spreading the love (even though I don’t know them that well lol) So I hope that you both have lovely days!

“You’re… leaving?” James asked in a pained voice.

You had just delivered some terrible news to your best friends. The news that you had procrastinated telling them for the past two weeks.

You were moving.

Of course, it was to be expected with everyone since the end of your senior year was approaching quickly and everyone would be going off to college the next fall.

But you had applied and been accepted to a college all the way across the country on the west coast.

It was a huge excitement for you, but it was heartbreaking that you had to leave your family and friends.

And Thomas, your boyfriend of two years.

You couldn’t look at him sitting next to you, even though he was gripping your hand tightly.

Your best friends James and Aaron, along with Thomas, had all gotten into a prestigious university in New York. They would be on the east coast while you were all the way on the west coast.

The distance would kill you.

The bell rang, snapping the group of you out of your trance. No words were exchanged as you threw away all your trash from lunch and took off to your next class.

“I’ll see you later.”


“I think we should break up.”

Thomas stood at the window of the library, staring out blankly.

You blinked at the words. Part of you was angry but the other part of you knew that he was right.

There wouldn’t be anyway for you to keep up your relationship from opposite sides of the country.

A few tears pricked your eyes as you nodded slowly.

“Yes. That would be the… best,” you choked out.

“I’m sorry Y/N,” he replied, looking at you from the corner of his eye.  

“I’m sorry too,” you told him, a few tears rolling down your cheeks. You started to gather your things.

“I-I have to go. Goodbye Thomas,” you mumbled, rushing out the front doors of the library and to your house.

A tear rolled down Thomas’s face as he turned back out the window and watched you run off.

“Goodbye Y/N. I love you.”


5 years later


Walking along the open market you took a deep breath of all the wonderful smells that surrounded you.

You were in France right now, specifically Paris, attending a conference for your new job.

It was given to you right off the bat, considering you were the only one on your team that could speak French.

It was one of your last days here and you were finally able to wander around the city and get a look at the normal everyday life here.

It was beautiful.

You decided to order a small meal and sit down and rest your aching feet. Grabbing a book out of your bag and started to read.

“Y/N?” a voice called from behind you.

Your turned around, seeing a face that you hadn’t seen in years. A pair of warm eyes that you never thought that you would see again.

“Thomas,” you breathed, standing up and looking at him with a smile.

“Y/N!” he cried, wrapping you in a warm hug. “What are you doing here?”

You hugged him back and then pulled away, smiling your best smile at him.

“I’m here for a conference, what are you doing here?” you asked.

“Same,” he laughed, sitting down at the chair across from you.

The next few seconds were spent with the two of you staring at each other. The warm feeling in your heart was back.

You had never actually stopped loving Thomas. You just tried to fool yourself into thinking that you did.

You tried to date other people, but it never worked out. They could never compare to Thomas.

You still loved him.

Little did you know, it was the same way for Thomas.

Once the two of you realized what you were doing, you both looked away, blushing.

“It’s so good to see you,” Thomas said, looking at you with a slight sad look on his face.

“You too Thomas.”

Silence fell over the two of you again, before you both spoke at the same time.

“I still love you.”

The two of you looked at each other in surprise, not expecting for your feelings to be mutual once more.

You looked at Thomas, his eyes full of love. Your own eyes mirrored the same feelings.

“Do you think… do you think that we could try again?” he asked you.

He looked nervous. You took his hand.

“I would like nothing better Thomas.”

He breathed a sigh of relief.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Thomas.”


On the 3rd November 2014, 18 year old Liam Lyburd was raided by police and arrested. He planned to commit a massacre at Newcastle College, where he was kicked out in 2012.

He’d bought a Glock 19 from the deep web, along with 94 9mm JHP bullets, 3 9mm 31 round Glock extended magazines, CS gas and bomb making materials that suggested that he was going to build pipe bombs. He’d wrote “BITCH KILL” on his wall too, and bought (of course he bought these legally) a balaclava and a boiler suit.

In 2012, Newcastle College kicked Liam out after only 5 weeks due to being disruptive in class and having bad attendance. 

On Facebook, he usually used the pseudonym Felix Burns and apparently posted about guns and shootings in America. He even made a post where he said “RIP Jaylen Fryberg”. Jaylen Fryberg was a teen who took his dad’s Beretta handgun and shot at people at a table in the cafeteria at his school before committing suicide.

Liam also went on DNMs (dark net markets) which were markets on the deep web usually used for selling drugs, however some markets (mostly the biggest markets) let users sell guns. Most markets don’t do this though, as selling guns on the deep web is risky and the authorities would probably try to do more about it due to them selling illegal weapons instead of just drugs. Liam used a popular market called “Evolution” which eventually exit scammed in 2015.

 Lyburd joined the market with the username “DonaldTrump” and frequently used the forum. He seemed to usually ask for different weapons, including a pump action shotgun and Glock pistols. Although he also talked about other things, like how he was scammed by a seller (who people warned others about) and the death of Robin Williams. He also warned others about scammers.

He also bought Valium on Evolution, along with parts for a Glock 19. The gun’s frame apparently came from Austria, while the other parts apparently came from Turkey and America. As far as I know, only 1 seller has confessed to selling him gun parts. The seller was called Vintorez, who said in a post that they sold him ammunition and a Glock 19 Gen 3 frame. 

Liam apparently got money from pretending to be a teenage girl online and tricking pedophiles into clicking a link which would make their computer useless and basically hold it hostage until they payed Liam. Liam bragged about infecting people’s computers on the Evolution forum: “I’m infecting people like crazy with infected leaked pictures of Selena Gomez & Ariana Grande & Jennifer Lawrence on the Clearweb.” He also claimed to do this with Nigerian scammers who sent him emails.

On the 2nd November 2014, Liam took several images of him wearing a boiler suit, a balaclava and holding his Glock. He also posted threats on Facebook. Someone called the police and the next day the police raided his home. He was arrested and sentenced to life in prison.

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- white dresses, green fields, dripping fruit, french countryside, bare feet, flushed cheeks, black and white photographs, laughter, red bandana in my hair, farmers market
- deep reds, black nail polish, taking no shit, drunken nights, piercing eyes, snake symbolism, leather jackets
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“It is not possible to comprehend the significance of slavery either as an economic institution…without understanding the role that cotton played in the economic development of the North as well as the South.

In 1790 the United States faced the same obstacles to economic development that beset underdeveloped countries today. The most formidable obstacle…was the development of an export market that would attract foreign capital and stimulate internal growth.(But America’s export market was in deep trouble in the late [18th] century. Since there was no domestic industry to speak of, the chief exports consisted of raw materials and agricultural products…It was cotton that eventually provided the United States with an export staple that could sustain an expansive export market.

The invention of spinning machinery and the power loom in the late nineteenth century revolutionized the manufacture of cloth, leading to the first textile factories and generating an almost unlimited demand for raw cotton… As cotton production became more profitable, the South… became one of the most specialized agricultural regions in the world…Cotton gradually emerged as king, not only of the southern economy, but of the American export market as well. By 1860 cotton constituted 60 percent of American exports; by contrast, its nearest rivals, flour and tobacco, together accounted for less than 20 percent…

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I don’t believe Cullen’s proposing to Evie in Trespasser was as spur of the moment as we were led to believe. Where did that wedding dress come from on such short notice? Cullen had that dress neatly tucked away in his luggage. No one can convince me otherwise.

Now please excuse me while I go lay down somewhere to think about him carefully folding the dress, placing it in his bag then removing it a moment later. Then putting it back in and taking it out once more. Over and over again. All the while arguing with himself about whether or not it’s a good idea. Praying to the Maker he isn’t about to make a fool of himself. Hoping that maybe just once in his life something will go right. Dreaming of the day he can take his new wife home to Ferelden. When they can leave battles and politics behind to live a simple life and raise their children. 

;___; I just want him to be happy, okay? He deserves all the joy after everything he’s been through.

Dancing With The Devil

(Sorry this took so long. Read over it and let me know if it’s ok. If it is, then I can post it as a starter)

Aiden Merlow…the name rang synonymous with everything bad. Black market deals, deep affiliations with the mafia, and even whispers of blackmail but this had never been proven; but that didn’t mean it wasn’t true.

He smiled when he watched the pretty woman known as the right hand to the most powerful judge in the Supreme Court. The man she was with was known in the underworld as the man to go to for everything illegal. He knew the pretty little private secretary had no idea with whom she was keeping company with, but that was about to change.

He took her camera and began snapping pictures of the two, almost laughing out loud as the two held hands and even kissed. “Good girl…” he whispered.

Later that day he had developed the film himself and printed several copies of the pictures, taking extra care to enlarge several of them to make sure both faces were clearly visible. He then put one copy in an envelope with a letter addressed to the secretary;

Look familiar? The man you’re with…his name is Clinton Sinclair…do you recognize that name? Because if you don’t I’m sure your boss will. Meet me in the café on the corner of Addison and Childers tomorrow night. 9:30. Be there, or your bosses illustrious career will be over before it even begins good, and it’s all going to be your fault.