Buddy, pal… Ayn Rand’s novel Atlas Shrugged is considered the 2nd most influential book in American History after the Bible itself, which makes it the Most influential Fiction book. Every fiscally Conservative politician has read it and lives by Rand’s objectivism. But it’s ~just fiction~ which is why Speaker of the House Paul Ryan’s entire ethos is based almost entirely in Ayn Rand’s philosophy
For context, Ayn Rand believed that Selfishness was a virtue and Empathy was by extension a vice and a form of parasitism. Putting the needs of others above your own needs was the highest form of evil her philosophy. She once described a serial killer as a “Superman” because “other people do not exist to him, nor should they.”
Now back to Paul Ryan, the man behind the gutting of the ACA, he, a conservative, says that the conservative morality is laid out in Atlas Shrugged, and he’s not the only one who believes this. Rush Limbaugh, Michelle Bachmann, Ron and Rand Paul, and basically every major Libertarian politician all cite Ayn Rand as an influence (and it’s probably why Ron Paul named his son Randall).
The entire objectivist morality is that the government is an anathema to the Individual, which is sacred.
Individuals, especially rich, selfish individuals = good
Government = bad
But sure,,,,,, fiction is fiction so it doesn’t affect the way people think,,,,,,, people can tell the difference,,,,,,,, ,,, fiction and reality are totally separate and one doesn’t influence the other,,,,,,,,,,,, obvi
Sitting at a round table, you were admiring the view in front of you. Your older sister, happily dancing with her newly wedded husband.
“Isn’t this beautiful?” you asked your long-timed boyfriend, Jughead Jones the third, who was sitting right next to you. The usual beanie who was normally on his head, was nowhere to be seen. His raven locks gave him the cute, boyish look that you loved. You were kind of glad that he had tried to dress formally for the celebration. He looked down and smirked before answering,
“Is that a trick question?” You playfully nudged him in his side, knowing he was messing with you.
“You’re supposed to say yes!” He chuckled at you and took your hand in his, bringing warmth and a fuzzy feeling in your stomach. Even though you guys had been dating for already a few years, he always had the same effect on you.
“She is pretty, but you’re pulchritudinous.” You raised your eyebrows, giving him a puzzled look. Jughead had that way of coming up with words you’d never heard before. He was a box full of surprises.
“English, please?” He sweetly laughed at your confused expression and replied,
“It basically means that you are a delight for my eyes.” The blood rushed to your cheeks, probably giving you a small pink tint. Your boyfriend could feel your embarrassment and tried lighting up the mood,
“Don’t be shy (y/n). You are the most alluring and divine creature I’ve ever seen.” A smile crept up your face as Jughead said those words to you.
“Well, you’re pretty foxy yourself.”
“Foxy?” Jughead said back dazed and amused by your new vocabulary.
“Yeah, foxy! It means artful, cunning, knowing- which I personally think describes you perfectly.” You explained. At this moment, something seemed to shine in his blue orbs. He leaned towards you, for only you to hear,
“Have I ever told you that I love you?” You gazed back at him.
“Only every day.”
A dorky smile appeared on him as you kissed his cheek. The next minutes had passed in a comfortable silence, both of you appreciating your surroundings. You and your sister’s friends had token hours to decorate the backyard for the wedding.
Usually you weren’t the arts and craft type but you loved your sister fondly and would do anything for her on this special day. Fairy lights we’re hanging on trees and across the dance floor. All the tables had a bouquet of sunflowers in a translucent vase. Balloons were scattered everywhere across the floor. You had also tried some diys from pinterest but didn’t really get an interesting ending. In other words, they turned out horribly. An enticing tune was playing in the background which you were quietly humming.
Seeing your sister like that made you so happy. It made you think about your future with Jughead. If you two would ever get married. As you were lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed your boyfriend getting up, and offering you his hand for you to take.
“Will you give me this dance?” Your boyfriend asked. The music had turned to a slow song. One of your favourites. You smiled and him and gladly took his hand.
“Of course.” Hand in hand, you and your boyfriend made your way to the dance floor where other couples were starting to appear. Jughead placed his hands on your waist and yours gently rested on his shoulders. The two of you were lightly moving to the rhythm of the romantic sway. You looked up, your gaze meeting his.
“Have you ever thought about us? Like, in the future us?” His eyebrows furrowed and peeked at the sky, thinking before saying,
“Sometimes.” He answered, “I like to think of us being together after school. Going to college would be fun. Maybe settling down after?” You bet your bottom lip.
“Yeah I’d like that…” You trailed off, “And what about after? What would you want? Would you want… this?” You asked motioning to the world around you.
“You mean the wedding?” You nodded, “I wouldn’t mind calling you wifey and being your hubby.” You both laughed and grinned and his comment. “Wouldn’t it bother your parents though? I know your dad isn’t very fond of me.”
“My dad isn’t the one who’s going to be deciding who I’m going to spend the rest and most of my days with. Besides, my dad’s moving to Arizona in the next month or so. It’ll only be me and my mom. You know she cares about you.” I said back.
“I’m sorry about your dad. I know you two don’t have the best of relationship right now, but just try to make the best out of the time you two have left together.” Jughead knew that your parents had separated when you were only a child. You couldn’t clearly remember how they announced it but every time you thought about it, your heart ached. Your boyfriend continued, “On the good side, since your sister is moving out, doesn’t it mean that there’s going to be more place for me?” You teasingly hit him,
“Oh shut it you oaf”
He smirked and pressed his forehead against yours. His icy blue eyes piercing into your (y/e/c) ones.
“To answer that question of yours, yes, I’d like you to be my wife someday.” He titled his head forward and his damp lips met yours. The kiss was sweet but passionate. It probably would’ve lasted longer if you two hadn’t been in public. Or to be more precise, to your sister’s wedding. Just when you two parted away, your sister came up to you with a smile bigger than ever,
“Hey love birds, looks like you two are next.” With that, she walked away and left you a giggling mess in your boyfriend’s arms. Jughead smugly smirked at you.
“Can you at least promise me one thing
“That we’ll at least have nine kids.” You chuckled and wondered how you got the chance to have such an amazing boyfriend.
Steve grit his teeth as his teammates talked over him AGAIN. It was hard re-adjusting to his old body, but being literally overlooked by his team, the people he considered family was the hardest. Just because he didn’t have the Captain America muscles or height didn’t mean he wasn’t still the best damn strategist out of the lot of them. If only they would fucking listen.
They probably wouldn’t even notice if I left Steve thought with a sigh as he rubbed his temples, but before he could make his tactical retreat a familiar pair of strong hands gripped his hips and lifted him into the air. Steve barely had the opportunity to shriek before he was settled on a set of broad shoulders. Bucky, who was still being rehabilitated, who had barely spoken a word to the team, who still scared the daylights out of Tony, was standing with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face, the picture of intimidation ruined with the 90 pound asthmatic clutching his mop of brown hair.
The rest of the team openly gaped as Steve blinked down at them, eyes flickering between the team and Bucky when something clicked in his brain and a slow smirk spread across his face. He mimicked Bucky’s pose, skinny arms crossed and let his eyebrows pull together in his best ‘Captain Face’
Musical theatre literally affects every part of my life like I’ll just be sitting in class and someone will just say “hey” and internally I’m singing next to normal in my head but I have to keep cool and it takes like every bit of my willpower to not sing back at them
Ravenclaws are often perceived as “boring” by other houses…but it’s really just that their passions are narrow and incredibly deep. If it’s a certain genre they’re into, for example, or a branch of science, or even a particular fashion trend, you’d better believe they know e v e r y t h i n g about the thing they love.
Their minds are always full and bright with new ideas, connections and areas of interest.
If they seem boring, it’s because their worlds are internal and the joy they derive from the simplest of things might seem like academia to those whose heads aren’t in the same place.
Geoff: a tired single dad. Living in the middle of suburbia. Small cozy home with white picket fence and all. His kid (*cough* Gavin *cough*) isn’t biologically his own but damn if he doesn’t love the kid as his own. Sure he’s a little lonely, haven’t been doing all that well in the dating game, but he’s fine with just himself and his kid.
Ryan: The neighbor next door. Living alone with a beast of a dog that’s actually quite lovely. Really he looks like the biggest nerd in the world and Geoff is personally offended when the first time they meet Ryan has the sweetest voice and the nicest manners. And it certainly doesn’t help when he gets along amazingly with his kid.
This is totally going to sound weird coming from me out of all people, but Rumbelle fandom is there any kind of fics with Rumple attending the same college as Belle, but still being like 50 years old and not the professor/teacher? Like normally ordinary AUs without magic or monsters or certain leezord weezord imps just aren’t my thing, but for some reason the idea of Gold and Belle being in the same classes as adults with him being older (I prefer the age difference)-perhaps finally getting a chance at an education he’d always longed for, seems to be intriguing me.
So, do you do anything. Do you have any sort of interests? Hobbies? Likes? Dislikes? Kinks? Anything?
*scratches her head* I like watching TV shows.
*gets up from his seat* I think I'll be going now. I only date interesting girls.
Wait, don't go!
What is it?
*looks around nervously* Gosh, I did it again. I scared off another potential friend. I tried so hard this time? I was even specific about the channel I watch television on. Is it true that I'm too normal? You, waitress!
*turns around* Me? How may I help you?
What food is served here?
Pizza and other Italian dishes.
Now ask me what I'd like to eat.
Uhh, what would like to eat, ma'am.
Just two slices of plain cheese pizza would be fine.
*giggles under her breath*
Why are you giggling? What's so funny.
I'm sorry, ma'am. It's just that your order is so, how do I put this, normal.
No, it can't be normal! I need to spice it up! Let me get pepperonis on that pizza.
Would that be all, ma'am.
Wait, no! Also a soda. A lemon lime soda!
What is it now?
Everything you ordered is so average and reasonable. You must be a very well mannered woman.
There has to be some sort of topping that's so weird that it shatters any notion that I'm normal.
Really? *cracks an evil smirk* I'm all ears.
*internally* Think, you idiot. Think! Think about all of the possible pizza toppings you've ever heard of and just blurt out the weirdest, one. You're a big weirdo. You know you can do it! SO DO IT!
*calmly* I think that'd be all, thank you.
You're welcome ma'am, your order should be ready in a few minutes.
No! I messed up! Why did I say that? I was trying so hard to think up something weird, but I couldn't do it. Something's not right here.
*the restaurant goes deathly quiet*
*looks around confused, leaves the restaurant* Where is everyone. It's so desolate and empty now.
*crawls out from out of a sewer drain*
Gross. Who are you?
The universe was spun from yarn, dear. Everyone was made with a purpose by the Yarnheart and some people were made to be bastions of stability. You are one of those very stable people.
Thanks for the exposition old lady, but what exactly is going on here.
You've been a bore your whole life, dear. You can't just decide to be interesting out of nowhere. Me, I'm very interesting and I want to be boring. You wouldn't believe it from just looking at me, but I'm only twenty seven and I have the stamina of a clydesdale. I live everyday of my life on the fringes of reality. It's so exciting that you might as well say that it's purely terrifying. It's very rare that two opposites such as us are able to meet. Sickly and youthful. Normal and weird. If you want to break away from your normalcy, now is the time to do it.
*glances back the restaurant* I have to pay for my pizza.
Forget the damn pizza. *reaches into your her chest and pulls out a ball of yarn* Did you see that? You can do the same. Pull out your heart and trade with me. You can live the life you want to, and I can live mine. This may be our only chance to ever do this.
*sweats nervously* Yeah, but I can't do that without paying for my pizza first. It would be rude. *walks back to the restaurant*
I won't let you go! *lunges for the normal girl and pins her to the ground* Give me your heart!
Get off of me you horrible, woman! *knocks away her ball of yarn and it unfurls*
Ah, fuck! *poofs into dust*
*wipes herself off* That was weird... I didn't like it. *returns to the restaurant*
Here you go, ma'am. Two slices of pepperoni pizza and a lemon lime soda.
Thank you, it looks okay-ish. *eats her pizza but feels uncomfortable*
*reaches into her chest and pulls out her heart*
Eh, it's just a normal heart. I knew I didn't have a ball of yarn inside of me. Old folks are weird. I hope I don't get like that when I get older. *places her heart and the table and continues eating pizza*