million dollar corporation

purpletuallyconfused  asked:

What are your thoughts on the Supercorp Korrasami Parallels?

I love drawing parallels between those two. I mean, genius CEOs of multi-million dollar corporations who prefer weapons of an electric nature and their superpowered girlfriends who have very toned arms?? What more could you want.

Plus both Lena and Asami look good in their coats:

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Originally posted by asami-snazz

Sure, everybody knows Slytherins as the ones who go out and get what they want, the ones who stop at nothing, the let the means justify the ends kind of people, but you’ll never really understand slytherin until you understand that ambition can mean different things. Ambition doesn’t always have to be take over the world or become the sleazy head of a multi-million dollar corporation. Ambition takes all kinds of forms, even noble ones. Slytherins can want world peace, to close the wage gap, to put an end to racism, hell it could be as small as wanting to help out one homeless person. But slytherin are the ones who will make it happen. Who rise up and do what has to be done. Slytherins are the ones to rally crowds into actions with just their voice. To lead revolutions. You tell me, with all his dreams and ambition, all his hard work in the face of hatred, that Martin Luther King jr. Wasn’t a slytherin through and through. That’s what Slytherin means.

Introducing The Bold and The Restless, the Soap Opera AU no one asked for but we’re giving you anyway. 

Kings Landing is a city of luxury, which is odd considering that if you don’t own a multi-million dollar corporation you’re probably a detective or work in a bar, maybe a coffee house if you’re lucky. The rich and the beautiful live lives full of drama, intrigue and passion, and Kings Landing is a city full of the rich and the beautiful. Sure, those who live there have their share of bad experiences, babies being switched at birth, kidnappings, being held at gun point, stalkers, the woman who thinks she’s a witch, heck there’s even a man who keeps getting killed but miraculously continues to return somehow, so behind all the glitz and glam Kings Landing is really just your typical city.

 At least that’s the story being portrayed to millions of viewers across Westeros every single day when they tune into WBC’s top rated, and longest running, soap opera The Bold and The Restless. 

Our cast of characters are the usual suspects. Our twist here is that they are all actors on a hit TV series where they play fictionalized versions of themselves. Which means behind the scene shenanigans as well as on screen soap opera tropes. (More info under the cut!)

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anonymous asked:

They looked so confused when they saw more people were googling mcdonalds than beyonce lol, like did they genuinely forget that people apply to jobs online?

They probably forget that people actually have to apply to jobs, and not wait around for multi-million dollar corporations to throw money at them. 

(And, I mean. File that one under ‘problems I’d desperately love to have.’)

Muscle cars are a giant mess of brand cultists smacking each other while trying to prop up the work of multi-million dollar corporations that was made around 50 years ago. Sure everyone loves Ford Mustangs, Plymouth ‘Cudas and Camaros, there is no love for AMC’s plucky Javelin and in this case it’s even faster brother, the AMX.

AMC’s muscle car was intended to hook in young buyers to AMC. This was mostly due to AMC’s lineup being cars like the Rambler, AMC Ambassador and a sea of alright cars. Not wanting to go like Studebaker, they drew up a concept for a sloped back steel bodied muscle car, with a small 97 inch wheelbase and high compression V8′s.

What made the AMX special was the fact it was a 2-seater. While this was a questionable move, it made sense. The Javelin was a pony car and intended to duke it out in the horsepower wars, while the AMX was made to stab at GM’s wonder child, the Corvette. With a similar size, more options and substantially less cost, the AMX was placed on the market.

What gave the AMX an edge was a specialist model sent to the Bonneville salt flats in January 1968, and broke “106″ speed records with it. This modded AMX hit around 189 mph and this was used by AMC for an ad campaign. If that wasn’t enough, the car released with a really cheap $3,245 dollars, which comes to around 22k in modern money. And it backed up the theory of the car being cheaper, with it sitting 1k below the base Corvette. 

And when both the Javelin and the AMX launched, the result was mixed. While sales were never stellar, the goal of introducing younger buyers to AMC was achieved. The AMX’s option list allowed an enthusiast to go to town, allowing everything from the lowest 290 cu V8 to the massive 390 cu V8 boasting around 325 hp. 

If that wasn’t enough, AMC managed to get a deal with Hugh Hefner and Playboy to sell a specific option for the AMX. The 1968 Playmate of the Year got a brand new AMX as their prize, plus the option list for 1968 included a special “Playmate Pink” color. And the life of the AMX was short, but glorious. The car went from 1968-1970, before the two-seater Javelin was dropped which took the AMX with it. A grand total of 19,134 AMC AMX’s were made, and while they are unloved, it gets 0-60 in 6.5 seconds which beats out many other cars of the era. 

anonymous asked:

Do you think you could write the Mad King trying to express his love in increasingly grandiose ways to a civilian!Reader who gets more and more annoyed by it until he wises up and tries something simple and sweet for once?

A/N - Oh man. You know I love Super-centric AUs, so, for better or for worse, I went real goofy on this one, folks XD What can I say, my mind just ran with this and like always, it went in a silly direction! Still, I have to apologise first because I’m afraid that I must have missed the part in the prompt where you asked for a Civillian!Reader when I wrote this, because I ended up writing it from the perspective of a fellow supervillain. So I hope that’s not too disappointing, buddy, and that this fic still works for you!

Pairing - Mad King (Ryan) x Reader

Warnings - Just…a lot of weird, goofy references to SUPERVILLAINY!!

Word Count - 1, 669

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so let me get this straight

- you say you’re for the lgbt community

- you give money to corporate causes for marriage equality

- you record a coming out story for your friend who’s doing a podcast series on dan savage’s it gets better campaign

- you say you accept all lgbt people

but then you

- misgender trans people

- you get on grindr and specifically say ‘no fats, no femmes, not into blacks or asians, it’s just a preference’

- you say trans people are weird and ugly and you want nothing to do with them

- you gather around yourself a bunch of garbage people who basically think this way without any second thoughts about how legit ridiculous or stupid you look

- you funnel money into circuit parties in LA, Chicago, Palm Springs and Fire Island with the explicit intent of making the social/political argument of LGBT living a strictly white, male, cisgendered and heteronormative experience

- you get on roundtables at universities and minimize the contributions of lesbians, bisexuals, transgendered and genderqueer people because it’s politically necessary, then cover up your evidence with a series of quotes feigning ignorance or outrage that people don’t get you clearly enough and that they should read your book or treatise or dissertation on the subject

- you present your sexually open, highly privilege-oriented, very white, very middle-class marriage as the very paragon of LGBT living (as if LGBT people have to start living up to white middle-class standards to begin with)

- you funnel millions of corporate dollars into making the word 'gay’ visible, without really doing anything to change the fundamental idea of how LGBT people are valued or displayed

- you make the gym a terrible place to go to for fat queer people who are intimidated by your free and unrestricted use of performance-enhancing drugs, steroids, and a variety of bullshit supplements that only you can afford

- you petition the leaders of your gay pride parade to openly forbid anyone other than a cisgendered white gay male with a disposable income from marching because 'it’d be like splitting hairs’

- you think it’s totally OK to ask a trans person where their genitals are

- you think it’s completely OK to touch your gal pal’s boobs at the club because 'it means nothing’

- you use 'twerk’, 'turnt up’, the n-word, and AAVE whenever you want to, because black people are funny when they talk

- you don’t mind getting fucked up on drugs and having bareback sex because the social scrutiny for being sexually safe is not on you, it’s on those dirty coloreds who can’t stop having sex on the DL

- you love it when white boys pretend they’re beautiful black divas, especially when they get their finger up and starting dishing out sass, but you hate seeing real black women at the club or really anywhere else because you’re a racist pig who hates people not like you

- you don’t mind having to tell someone on one of these fucking apps that 'they need to hit the gym’, or that they should 'be sane’, or that 'fat is ugly’, that all people of color look the same, that all of our experiences working toward liberation from the oppressiveness of white cisgendered power structures is inherently not good enough because we don’t have a million dollar house in the suburbs to prove to the neighbors that we can be good queers too

- you don’t mind having to out catfishes on Tumblr because you think the world owes you for having it so hard as a blonde with a 6 pack

- you like to conflate abuse with BDSM and vice-versa

- and of course, you like Iggy Azalea

so tell me again how much you represent the LGBT community, tell me again how much you’re willing to sacrifice your perfectly put-together life as a white cisgender man for standing up for people’s rights 

tell me again how much you love LGBT people, how much you’d be willing to die for them, how much you want people who aren’t you to be accepted

tell us all so we can understand this obvious gap in logical thinking

tell us so we can finally get you

Hole in the Fence (Coldwave with goats) - 4

Fic: Hole in the Fence (ao3 link) - chapter 4/4
Fandom: Flash, DC’s Legends of Tomorrow
Pairing: Mick Rory/Leonard Snart

Summary: Mick Rory’s life was changed forever by the fire he didn’t escape.

(in which Mick Rory retires, raises goats, and saves the world more than a few times)


“So, I’ve got something new,” Len says.

“Is this related to the Zoom thing?” Mick asks without looking up.

In calculating his invasion plans, Zoom had severely underestimated the charisma of what is now indisputably the chief supervillain of Central City, Leonard Snart, leader of the Rogues.

To be more precise, Barry had asked Mick, who had asked Len, who had gathered up all the supervillains or would-be supervillains in town and they’d attacked Zoom in force.

Zoom might have been fast and he might have all sorts of snazzy tricks like throwing lightning and duplicating himself – that one had been a fun discovery – but Leonard Snart lives to disappoint people.

Of course, Len had invited everyone to a barbeque afterwards, Team Flash and Rogues alike. They’d made it a masquerade so everyone could go home, identities intact and bellies full.

That was approximately when Mick learned that Len had declared Mick’s farm to be a neutral territory, respected by all, and Barry had backed that up with threats of rather-un-superhero-like super-fast violence. This mostly results in scared metas heading to Mick’s farm before they go anywhere else or try to turn their powers into a villain gimmick – though if there’s any more of them coming soon, Mick will need to bring in Ji-hyun to the farm to work as a full-time intake therapist for terrified metahumans, and she won’t like that.

Maybe she has an intern she can recommend…

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The Bold and The Restless - Cecilia1204, CynicInAFishbowl, Jillypups, SassyEggs, hardlyfatal, junojelli, mynameisnoneya, paperflowercrowns, sarahcakes613, vanillacoconuts - A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Olenna Tyrell, Arianne Martell
Series: Part 4 of The Baratheon Brothers Present

A Baratheon Brothers Present Production

Kings Landing is a city of luxury, which is odd considering that if you don’t own a multi-million dollar corporation you’re probably a detective or work in a bar, maybe a coffee house if you’re lucky. The rich and the beautiful live lives full of drama, intrigue and passion, and Kings Landing is a city full of the rich and the beautiful. Sure, those who live there have their share of bad experiences, babies being switched at birth, kidnappings, being held at gun point, stalkers, the woman who thinks she’s a witch, heck there’s even a man who keeps getting killed but m

anonymous asked:

Hollywood needs to do is take a page from the skins and skam. as an American I can tell you, these shows are unrelatable. The actors are 30 years old. Girls wear 4 inch heels and full make up and skirts everyday. That's bullshit. We wear jeans&sneakers w/ messy buns . I'm 25 now but wish I had skam when I was 17, skins was to wild for me, I partied like the skam kids, but I was Eva. That's how I dressed I was the girl with the boys and a small groups of girl friends. Not pretty little liars.

yes i totally see where you’re coming from. american high school shows clearly don’t represent real american high school students. i mean, when i look at teen wolf, pretty little liars and riverdale for example, although the shows have good concepts and ideas, the execution is just dismal in my opinion. actors being 20 years+ older than their characters really annoys me as well. even though skins was highly dramatised at least they avoided that.

i think if 50 year old white males stopped trying to pander to teen girls in order to make millions of dollars for corporations in hollywood that would help too

64 Floors- Part 2


Summary: First impressions never go as well as first dates and after meeting the notorious Mr. Luke Hemmings you knew that all too well. He liked you and you knew that, but if you were going to make it in his cut throat world than you were going to need more than just his affection. 

A/N: Major shoutout to @ivegotashothough for helping me out with this:) I’m loving this series! If you guys want me to continue then please say so! As always, thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy!

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“It’s unbelievable really, I’m telling you.” You laughed, picking up another slice of pizza and putting it on your paper plate. “I mean what are the odds that the perfect stranger I met-”

“And fucked.”

“And fucked, -happens to be my future boss?”

Calum laughed out loud as he took a bite of his crust.

“Cal, you’re my best friend but you’re absolutely shit at giving advice.”

Calum shrugged, “Sorry dude but what can I say? It’s fucking funny.”

“It is not! This is serious! What am I supposed to do? He’s my boss. And we had sex. And now he wants to take me on a date and I’m trying to be moral.” You whine around a mouthful of pizza.

“I think you left morals in that elevator.” He snorted and you rolled your eyes. Calum may be your best friend in the entire world but he wasn’t very supportive with things like this. “Why don’t you just ignore the dude until it goes away? That’s how I avoid all my responsibilities.” Calum suggested, shrugging his shoulders as he finished his pizza slice.

“It’s also why you failed out of college, Calum.” You pointed out, taking a sip of your beer.

“Semantics.” He replied indifferently and wiggling his eyebrows with a giggle. “But you do have a good point. I mean, he’s the CEO of a multi-million dollar corporation, he’ll move on. Right?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it champ.” Calum chuckled, ruffling your hair. “Besides, you’re not even that hot.  To be honest I don’t even know what he saw in you.”

“Dick.” You stuck out your tongue, shoving his arm and making him spill his drink on his pants.

“Oh yeah, he’ll move on fast.” Calum said, trying to wipe his spilled beer off of his clothes.


He was not moving on.The moment you got to your desk you quickly realized that when Luke Hemmings wanted something, he had no intentions of letting it go that easy. Your desk was covered in flowers from the finest shop in the city. How he had known which were your favorites you had no idea, but somehow it seemed that Mr. Hemmings had a way of knowing even some of the smallest of things about you. You didn’t know if you should be flattered or slightly concerned that he knew such an obscure piece of information, but either way you had to put an end to it. Your reputation was all you had right now and this was not how you wanted to start your first day as Luke’s assistant to go. In a company like this people talk and you could not afford to let them talk that way about you. You were going to get to where you needed to be how you always did: hard work.

You walked around to the front of your desk and picked up the little note he had handwritten for you.

A little birdy told me these were your favorite. Makes sense since they’re as beautiful as you are. Hopefully I’ll be able to buy you more than just flowers in the future if you agree to a date. You know where to find me.


You couldn’t help but feel little butterflies beginning to form because as much as you hated to admit it, you liked the attention. But this had to stop. With a sigh, you threw the note into the trash and picked up the coffee you had grabbed for him along with the necessary files he required for his eight o’clock meeting before walking down the hall to his large office. You knocked twice on the heavy mahogany doors before entering. He was sitting at his desk, his suit pressed and his hair styled perfectly as he stood with his hand in his pocket, talking busily on the phone with whom you assumed to be a client. You walked quietly over to his desk, placing his files down on his desk and handed him his coffee which he took immediately. You turned to go, figuring he was busy with the phone call but as soon as you made it to the doors you heard him call your name. You turned back around to face him and he gestured for you to sit down in the plush chair across from his desk. You sat tentatively and crossed your legs, smoothing out your skirt nervously as you waited for him to end the call. He spoke a curt goodbye to the person on the other line before hanging up his office phone. You looked up to see him staring intently at you.

“Did you need something?” You asked, trying to keep firm eye contact, but his blue gaze was almost too much for you. You could see a ghost of a smile forming on the corners of his lips as he watched you crumble underneath his stare.

“Well Miss Y/L, you’ve made it this far.” He said, holding up the coffee you had brought him with a mock impressed look. “The last one couldn’t even manage to get the coffee right. Though I hope you’ll be doing more for me than just getting coffee.” He smirked, coming around the desk and leaning up against the edge.

“I can do whatever you need me to Mr. Hemmings.” You replied carefully, hoping he wasn’t getting at what you were thinking he was getting at because you certainly didn’t need the temptation.

As if he could read your mind, he chuckled “Don’t tempt me Miss Y/L because you know I’ll take you up on that.”

“Mr. Hemmings we talked about this.” You went back to fiddling with your skirt, wishing you had worn tights instead of leaving your legs bare for his hungry eyes.

“And I’m sure you know how I feel about it based on the state of your desk this morning.”

“With all due respect Mr. Hemmings, I don’t really care how you feel about it.”

You could see the gears turning in his head as he processed your rejection. He wasn’t used to being turned down by pretty girls and he didn’t seem to be liking the feeling at all. For a moment you were worried that you’d gone too far. You thought about your job and the fact that you had just potentially put it in jeopardy for talking back to the most powerful man in the city. However Mr. Hemmings just flashed his signature smirk as he pushed off of his desk, coming closer to you.

“You should watch your tongue. Never know when it could get you into trouble.” He tutted, leaning in close enough so that you could just make out the tiny flecks of green in his enchanting blue irises, his breath hot on your skin. For a second, you thought he might kiss you and you hated how much you wanted him to. He leaned in, and for a brief moment you fluttered your eyes shut. But you felt him pass right over you, his arms reaching over to snag the files you had brought him before he got up and crossed the office, beckoning you to follow him. “We have a meeting today and I would love to show you just how it’s done here at Hemmings and Co.” You breathed a sigh of relief and took a moment to compose yourself before standing up and following your boss out of his office.

“Mr. Hemmings!” You called out, just before he exited.
He raised his eyebrows, a small smile forming on his pink lips. “Luke, call me Luke.”

You gave him an unimpressed look, “Mr. Hemmings,” you repeated, “while I’m flattered that you seem to think so highly of me, what happened in the elevator should not and can not affect our professional relationship. I promise you that it will never happen again. I’m here to work and hopefully you are too.” You spoke as you straighter your back, slightly surprised at how authoritative your voice sounded.

He nodded curtly before turning around and walking towards the conference room without another word. You huffed and blew a stray piece of hair out of your face as you hurried to catch up with him. Asshole. You thought as you followed him into the room full of important, corporate clients. This was your first official company meeting and you were not going to let Mr. Luke Hemmings ruin it or your reputation, no matter how handsome you thought he was.

The meeting went well as far as you could tell. Luke was a natural when it came to speaking in front of people, as he should be. He only acknowledged you a few times when he needed you to pass him his data or notes, keeping the entire exchange professional just like you had asked him to. You were fascinated with how eloquently he spoke. His ideas were brilliant and it just reassured you that you had come to work for the right company. The entire thing lasted for about two and a half hours before Luke finally wrapped it up, signaling for you to grab his files follow him out the door.

You spent the rest of the day answering phones and scheduling the rest of his meetings for the week, getting up from your desk only to answer his calls and bring him whatever he needed for his meetings. He was a busy man and keeping up with him was going to be the hardest part of your job. He was needy, you could already tell, but in the kind of way that made him stronger. He surrounded himself with the people he needed to succeed and you could only hope that you would start to become one of those people.

The office was nearly empty as you began to pack your things. Just as you were about to leave for the day however, Luke appeared from his office and placed a thick stack of papers on your desk.

“I need you to file these under gross revenue income for this month. It’s important that it gets done tonight. You can leave when it’s finished.” He spoke, as he pulled on his blazer over his crisp, white oxford. “See you tomorrow Y/N. Don’t be late.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it sir.” You sighed, before taking your coat back off and settling down to do what he asked. 

It took you another two hours to properly file everything in its place just as he needed you to. It was dark when you finally left the tall office building the chilly air a frigid contrast to your cozy apartment. You walked home alone, only to collapse into bed practically fully clothed. This job was going to be stressful, no doubt about it, but you didn’t know which was worse: the actual work or the fact that your boss had seen you naked. You sighed into your pillow, setting your alarm for five thirty the next morning. You could do this. All you had to do was be strong and hold your ground and you knew that you were more than capable of doing both. With that reassuring thought in your mind you quickly fell into a peaceful sleep, pushing the thought of your boss to the back of your mind.


It had been almost a month since you had started working for the notorious Mr. Hemmings and you were starting to pick up on the little things that made you a great assistant. You knew how he took his coffee and what he ordered at his favorite restaurant. You knew the sizes of his jackets and where to get them dry cleaned. You could do things before he even asked, anticipating exactly what it was he needed before he even knew himself. You had become his perfect assistant and in return he had stopped with the forwardness and blatant advances and began to treat you like a real assistant. Part of that was disappointing, but it was you who had curbed any chance of a relationship and so you had no room to be upset. So instead, you focused all your time and effort on being the best employee you could be, which frankly, was a damn good one.

All too soon the blare of your alarm jolted you from your sleep. You had been working late last night in preparation for a big event that the company held every year. You had barely gotten three hours of sleep before the sun had begun to appear through your window, signaling it was time to get ready for another day.

It was routine that Calum would stop by your place on the way to his own job every weekday morning. He worked at the coffee shop just down the street from the Hemmings building and he would always get you free coffee and scones whenever he was working there. As you wiggled into your familiar skirt and blouse, you heard the knock at your door signaling he was here.You hopped around on on foot while trying to shove your other foot into your heel before yelling down to him.

“Come in, Cal! It’s open!” You called, placing your hand on the wall to balance yourself.

Walking to work with Calum was always an adventure. Sometimes he took you down a backroad that he always claimed was a shortcut, and that almost always ended up being nearly twice as long. Or sometimes he insisted that you try a new food on the menu at the local sandwich shop you two frequented. Luckily, most of the time the food was wonderful, though on more than one occasion you had both been upset to find that the five dollars you had both spent was wasted on a less than desirable sandwich. No matter what, walking with Calum was one of your favorite times of the day. He was a good and loyal friend and you enjoyed his company more than anyones.
Calum opened the door to the warm coffee shop and you strolled inside before ordering your own cup of coffee and one for Mr. Hemmings, making sure to tell the barista to make it piping hot, just the way he liked it. Upon gathering your coffees, and a scone that Calum swore by, the two of you headed on towards the large, black building.

“Thanks for walking me Cal. Today was fun.” You turned to him when you two stopped outside the doors of your work.

“Anything for you, munchkin.” Calum joked, pinching your cheeks. You slapped his hand away playfully before giving him a hug, his lips finding the top of your head in a friendly kiss before you turned away from him to walk into the elevator, ready to face a new day, determined to do your best, as always, despite the fact that you never seemed to get any sleep. The elevator doors closed, signaling the official start to your day and you took a deep breath, bracing yourself for what was to come. 

He was watching you from his office, stories above where you had entered. He watched as the dark haired boy held you for a second longer than his liking. He watched as he pulled you in and kissed your head like how he wanted to do. Luke didn’t like it. He didn’t like it one bit and today he was going to show you just how much. 


Part 3


tbh reblog if you’re proud af to be part of the generation that will be remembered for ‘ruining’ a bunch of consumer industries that were shit anyway like real estate and diamonds and golf and overpriced cars and especially reblog if a year gets added to your life every time a multi-million dollar corporation wants sympathy because millennials aren’t as easy to trick as baby boomers were 

  • Lena: Something you want to tell me Kara?
  • Kara: *sweats* What, no, Of course not, why would you think that?
  • Lena: *smirks* So you just like to dress up as Super girl on your spare time?
  • Kara: *winces* Yeeeesss?
  • Lena: ..*smiles* I thought I was the only one who did that!
  • Kara: Nope so do- wait what?!
  • Lena: *pulls out costume* And here I thought I was the only weird person in National city who liked wearing Super Girls outfit.
  • Kara: *sweats* HAHAHAHAHA. Nope, No, Noo, I like to too.*stares* That's an oddly realistic costume.
  • Lena: I'm the CEO of a multi million dollar corporation what do you expect?
  • Kara: *murmurs* Certainly not for you to have this weird kink.

So this whole CNN thing has gone sloppy. Reports are coming in that the kid didn’t really create the gif and that they doxxed the wrong person. What a shitshow. The only thing I can take from this is how far a multi-million dollar corporation is willing to go to protect their image and intimidate. A lot of people argue it was within CNN’s right to track the guy down, as it falls under “investigative journalism”. But with KFILE’s wording, you really can’t help but feel this was more of a threat. The whole “CNN reserves the right to publish this person’s identity” bit just doesn’t sit right with me and feels all sorts of wrong. It’s not hard to see why “blackmail” comes to mind.

Ultimately, the fact CNN
1. got this assblasted about a meme
2. tracked down the wrong guy and
3. is supposed to be “the most trusted news source”
should be enough to leave anybody worried about the state of our media.

anonymous asked:

I don't want to sound like a dick, but Starbucks employees calling themselves baristas when they don't even pull their own shots is fucking ludicrous. You're a coffee flavored Jamba Juice.

turns out you do sound like a dick. I will be the first one to tell you that we are “baristas,” as I used to work in a small cafe and know what I’m doing on a regular espresso bar. however, I can also tell you that I understand the reasoning behind why we don’t hand tamp our shots. Starbucks used to do that. but now, being a multi-million dollar corporation, it’s fairly difficult with the amount of business and drinks coming through to be made all at one time, to take the time out to properly make an espresso for every. single. fucking. drink. so just because you wanna be pretentious and act snooty and like you’re better than us Starbucks baristas just because we don’t hand tamp our fucking espresso doesn’t mean we aren’t baristas. have several seats.


Chris Benoit vs Adam Bomb - Inside Wrestling [November 1995]

In the middle of his NJPW run and his appearances in ECW, Chris Benoit stopped by Vince Jr’s territory for three dark matches during summer 1995. He took on (and lost to) Sparky Plugg (Bob Holly), Owen Hart, and Adam Bomb, but Benoit never ended up signing with the World Wrestling Federation that year. Instead, he’d continue with New Japan until officially becoming a full-time wrestler for World Championship Wrestling in October 1995.

This Inside Wrestling story is kinda funny too as the kayfabe narrative it writes out has Benoit paired with Ted DiBiase specifically due to DiBiase wanting the “Crippler” on his team. The story mentions “The Million Dollar Man” sending off a henchmen to Philadelphia to raid ECW talent, with the hopes of stealing away Sabu. Once Benoit saw the DiBiase stooge at the show, Benoit set out to prove himself and “put Sabu away in spectacularly gruesome fashion, breaking a pair of vertebrae in Sabu’s neck with a suplex”.

The manner at which Chris Benoit destroyed Sabu impressed DiBiase’s associate causing DiBiase to arrange a deal with Benoit that would involve him being a member of his Million-Dollar Corporation.  Obviously that all never happened, but who knows – in an alternate universe, maybe it was Chris Benoit who become The Ringmaster for Ted DiBiase!

Jumin Han Fic Chapter 5

HOLAAAA BABIES~ So please don’t hate me because I released this SUPER late. It’s a short one and personally not a favorite, but I finished chapter 6 as well and it will be released this Sunday after a few finishing touches. Please show this post and yo gurl some loooove and reblog/like/follow. MKAY THANKS
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It had been over a week, ten days to be exact. Jumin had not seen the girl, he was at least looking forward to seeing her in class, but she missed both meeting days. Surely that would have quenched his need, hydrated his curiosity for her, his growing affection for her. He felt restless, he was a bit worried but more than that he simply wanted to see her. Again, this need for foreign to him; not once did he feel like this before. He was becoming desperate and made up his mind, he would see her once and then that was it. After that, he would go back to normal right?

He took his phone out and begun dialing. “Hello hello, thank you for calling Defender of Justice, agent 707, how can I help you Mista Trust Fund Kid, its quite rare for you to call me.”

“Luciel, please be serious, I need your help finding someone. She is my classmate and I need her address, her name is MC.” Jumin said, instantly regretting that he called Luciel.

“WOAAAAH. YOU? LOOKING FOR A GIRL? I guess Jumin Han does NOT gay? Who knew?” the hacker replied, laughing hysterically.

Jumin pinched the bridge of his nose, “What have I become,” he thought to himself. “Please be serious Luciel, don’t make me regret calling you. Can you do it or will I have to find other means?”

“Of course I can find her, but what’s in it for me huh?  I want to see my Elly~” Luciel chirped.

Jumin was willing, but surely he could not sacrifice his beloved Elizabeth to the hacker’s mangy hands. He needed to see this girl, though. He could feel his heart tightening simply from the lack of seeing her face. He pined for more. “Fine, you may see Elizabeth the 3rd for 90 minutes but Assistant Kang must be present and so will three bodyguards. I will have them shoot you at even the slightest sign of abuse. Got it?” Jumin replied irritably.  

“Wow, you must really like this girl huh? Well, while we were bartering I found her and her address. At least I know you have nice taste, who knew you would be into foreign girls huh?” Luciel said sounding awestruck. “Her address is XXX 5Xth Street, be safe~ GOD SEVEN OUT.” Like that, the eccentric man was gone.  

Jumin immediately called Driver Kim and gave him the address. He sat in the car, once again admiring the scenery of the city. He thought about how easily he had sacrificed Elizabeth the 3rd and tried reassuring himself that this girl was worth it. Deep down, he knew, she most definitely was.

“GUYS PLEASE CALM DOWN.” MC was shouting at the top of her lungs. She was at her wit’s end and felt like ripping her hair out. “We will not be doing any more activities if you cannot behave.”

Her three younger brothers and younger sister looked at her as if she had just said that the world was ending, and sat down immediately. She laughed to herself, thinking about how absolutely adorable her younger siblings were when she heard a knock at the door.

“Ugh who on earth could that be, I swear to god if it’s another Jehovah’s witness…” she walked to the front door, trying to wipe that paint off of her face and dust her clothes off. “Listen, buddy we’re not int-“ she was rendered speechless at the sight of the corporate heir standing in front of her.

“What on earth are you doing here?” she asked, still in disbelief that he stood in front of her. He cleared his throat, and fiddled with his tie, looking visibly uncomfortable. “You hadn’t shown up to class this week, so as a courtesy I brought you some notes. I believe a thank you is in the works? Or do you commons simply not use that word?”

She rolled her eyes and was about to tell him exactly where he could put his notes and entitled attitude when her two younger brothers and peeked from behind her. “OOOH who’s that your boyfriend?” they asked teasingly.

She laughed and was about to deny it when she noticed that Jumin was blushing profusely. She couldn’t help but find it adorable that he was so flustered with their teasing, it was a bit…cute.

“Mister, can you come inside and help me? I need to finish my art project and someone has to color” MC’s younger brother grabbed his finger and began dragging him inside.

“Wait you can’t do that, he has to get back to his work, right Jumin?”

He gazed at her for a while, before walking into her home and sitting in between the kids. “Well, I guess he is joining us.” MC thought to herself. She was looking at him; he looked so out of place with his 3-piece suit in her home. Suddenly she felt self-conscious, “He probably is thinking that my place is a dump. On top of that, I look like shit, with my tattered t-shirt and sweatpants.” A million thoughts were running through her head, but she looked at him, and he was being extremely genuine with the kids, trying his hardest to help with their art project. Her heart skipped a beat, she loved seeing him interact with her siblings. “Maybe I’ve been too harsh on him, he actually doesn’t seem like a bad guy.”

She walked over to the kids and the corporate heir and sat down. She watched him, as he listened intently to the kid’s stories, and gave advice seriously as if this was a business meeting and they were his clients. She laughed to herself, finding this entire odd situation so adorable, she thought she was dreaming. He glanced at her at the sound of her laugh and gave her a soft look with a small smile.

Sure, she had known that he was handsome, but until this moment she never felt attracted to him. The small smile was so genuine and sweet, she could feel her heart skip a beat when she noticed him trying to stifle a yawn.

“I wanted to apologize for being dragged in by the kids, you seem tired too, are you alright?” MC asked, trying to create small talk to slow the rapid pace of her heart.

“Ah yes, I anticipated that I was going to visit today, so I had to complete all of my work yesterday, causing me to lose some sleep. A few clients also called early in the morning to try rescheduling meetings which interrupted my sleep as well,” he answered robotically.

“But aren’t you the heir? You’re promised the company, why are you putting in so much effort?” MC asked, genuinely confused. She knew that if she was promised a multi-million dollar corporation she would definitely take it easy.

He chuckled, “Yes it may be true that I was born into a great opportunity, and I am very fortunate for that. However, I have to work twice as hard, I have to prove to everyone that I am not just a figurehead, that I was not simply handed this position because of who I am related to.”

She looked into his steely gray eyes in admiration. She felt a pang of guilt, for being so rude to him, when he clearly had been working so hard. She was going to apologize when all four of her siblings grabbed onto his arm, her younger sister whispered something into his ear. He blushed and simply nodded, sending the kids squealing. Confused, she demanded the kids clean up and get ready for dinner.

“Would you like to stay for dinner? It may not be some five-star restaurant food but it doesn’t taste so bad? We can have some coffee afterward too?” she asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious again.

“Yes I would love to , thank you MC.” He replied glibly as he stood to wash his hands.

She didn’t bother replying. She turned around briskly, “what on earth is wrong with me? Why am I acting all shy and happy because he’ staying for dinner? Good god, if I am turning into one of those annoying bitches at school seriously, smite me right now.” She began setting the table, thinking deeply about how the day was turning out, trying to deny how fast her heart was racing.