market deeping

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
Reunion

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.”

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The case for reparations is...pretty fucking solid

“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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anonymous asked:

In Under fell...how does Temmie act?

((…….-cackles-
Oh, Temmie ish still de Temmie! Temmie want muns! Temmie buys too! Wuv good twade! But dare cross them and you’ll find yourself in a pit….
Temmie village is a black market Bazaar hidden deep within Waterfall, where one can find rare items, weapons, /slaves/. Yep. The Temmies have it all! And it’s all run by The Temmie. She’s well dressed and looks just like a normal Temmie. Fell Temmies, I should note, have TUSKS. Save THE Temmie. She’s as adorable as they come. But she’s very savvy and knows her business.
She specializes in trades and the sales of monster (and the rare) human slaves to those that can find the Bazaar without falling victim to a trap in the maze leading to it. They’re clever little things.
Piss them off and those eyes go red and they turn into land piranhas. They’re not something you Fuck with and thus far, no Captain of the guard has brought them down.))

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.

anonymous asked:

I miss freelee and you together honestly it was way better for the movement ! Tori is amazing too I happy for you guys . But it's sad freelee was the best thing for this movement and you are too but without that it's nothing

FL was good marketing material but deep down she is a corporate fake shallow bitch who ditched Figsy after she got that jenna marbles colab.

She couldnt give a fuck about any of her fans now she made the million $.

Thing is though in todays world the mainstream doesnt care of you do botox, lie about it and ditch your rescue dog as long as you look the part people will want selfies with you and might just try giving up eating KFC if they can get a flat tummy in a couple of weeks potentially.

Im largely to blame though because I created the ‘freelee the banana girl’ brand image and that attracted hoards of shallow narcissistic people who have no real ethics unless a camera is on them.

Why me

TITLE: Why me

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: one shot

AUTHOR: lifeistooshorttowasteyourtime.tumblr.com

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being sold at a black market auction and Loki is the one to buy you

NOTES/WARNINGS: it might not be what the person who submit the imagine thought but, my imaginations just flown.

I couldn’t stop the tears rolling down my cheeks or the shaking of my entire body. After the destruction of my village and the murders of my people, I was in the black market, waiting for what was coming.

I was immersed in my thoughts, mourning the death of my family and friends, that I didn’t realize when one of the men that invaded my village, took the chain that was attached to my neck and pull harshly, making me stumbled forward with a yelp “come on you whore!”. I didn’t fell on the ground and followed him when he walked out of the tent. I squinted my eyes because of the sun but I could see a lot of men in front of me. I looked down afraid, I knew all of those men were there to buy me. I felt really exposed with the dress I had been obligated to wear: a cloth long enough to cover my bottom and intimate parts, and what seemed a leather bra that didn’t have straps.

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