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For A While I Was A Cynic About My Childhood But Screw It:

High School Musical was awesome.

“That’s So Raven” was amazing.

I still watch the first three Halloweentown movies.

“The Suite Life of Zack and Cody” was cool.

Nothing will ever replace “Kim Possible” in my heart.

“Phil of the Future” doesn’t get enough credit.

I still remember Now You See It, Get a Clue!, Phantom of the Megaplex & The Scream Team. (I can’t really find a GIF for that)

I would still watch a third season of “American Dragon Jake Long”.

I wish “House of Mouse” was still on the air.

Twitches was awesome.

I never really got into “Lizzie McGuire” & “Even Stevens”…but I wish I had.

There are still songs by Hannah Montana in my iTunes library.

I’m still watch “Phineas and Ferb” with a passion.

What can I say? I was a Disney Channel kid.

Where did you go?

Michael x reader

I am so sorry this is so long and rambly but i looooove it. Michael leaves reader to deal with an abortion by herself and she comes back to small heath with or without a baby ;)

He would be home in a few minutes and you were unbelievably nervous to tell him that you were pregnant. He’d be a great dad, but it wasn’t the baby that worried you. It was you. Recently Michael had been doing more and more “business” with his cousins. He would never tell you what was troubling him, you would barely talk at all anymore. You saw each other a couple times a week, each time you’d hope he’d take you out or stay longer than an hour for sex. That never seemed to happen though. He wasn’t the Michael you fell in love with a year ago. He was a different person altogether. That’s when the door slammed open.
“What the hell is so urgent we have to meet now? I have places to be (Y/N). You look fine what do you want?” The tone in his voice made you want to cry, maybe you shouldn’t tell him. You swallowed the lump in your throat and stepped back from him.
“I’m pregnant”
“Well shit.” There were a few moments of silence you didn’t know what he was thinking but he was definitely thinking.
“I can get the money for your abortion to you tonight on my way to the garrison” This was the moment your heart broke, you let the tears brim over.
“No.” You whispered feeling absolutely crushed.
“Yes. You’re not keeping it don’t be so ridiculous.” He started to walk to the door but turned round on his heels.
“If you get it done before, I’ll be over on Thursday for an hour or so.”
“Are you fucking joking Michael.”
“I’m not your bloody whore.” This made Michael laugh under his breath before looking you dead in the eyes.
“Well, what are you then?”
“Get out of my fucking house. Get out!” And with that he walked out the door slamming it behind him. You slumped to the ground sobbing. There was no light in his eyes anymore he wasn’t the man you once knew. You cried for hours until you eventually fell asleep. When you woke up the next morning you went through to the kitchen. On your table was an envelope with the money Michael had promised you. And all of a sudden you were no longer sad just angry, you had so much rage. You packed your suitcase and phoned your mum telling her you were leaving for London and she could do whatever she wanted with the flat. She begged you to stay but nothing was keeping you hear having to see his face every day. You slammed the door behind you and walked to the train station ready to leave small Heath behind you.

A couple days later after Michael had come home from his bender. He’d had a good sleep and earful from Polly about being stupid and going out drinking for days he remembered his conversation with (Y/N). He drove from Pols country house to (Y/N)’s flat in small Heath.
“(Y/N)! Open up! Listen I’m sorry let me in!” He got quite the shock when (Y/N)’s mum opened up the door.
“Michael, didn’t she tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
“She’s gone.” And with that, his heart sank.
“What do you mean? Gone where?”
“London I believe, she said she needed to get away for a while, I’m sorry.”

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Dangerous Eyes

Originally posted by franceskray

Warning: swearing, alcohol, and hints of smut 

“I don’t want to repeat myself again,” the drunken man said as he slowly approached Michael with a knife in his hand pointed straight at his chest.

This has been a normal scene for Michael ever since you left him four weeks prior. He never fully got over you and it didn’t help that you left some of your clothes in his flat. He spent his nights drinking at varies pubs in Birmingham and days secretly watching your every move. You became some sort of obsession to him, an unhealthy one. And all of that led up to this night…The night you moved on.

Like clock work you left your job as a nurse at exactly 6:10 right before Claire comes in for her shift. You walked down the familiar streets and alley ways to get to your flat. You knew he followed you…how could you not. He had heavy footsteps!

You had a date tonight. One of the doctors at the clinic you worked at asked you to dinner. James. Tall, sandy blonde, brown eyes James. James was the opposite of Michael in every way. James listened to your problems at work, all Michael did was suggested you quit and work at the bidding house with Pol and Esme. James eyes held love and kindness behind them. For James grew up in a nice family in Northern England. Michael eyes looked…wrong. Like something was constantly giving him grief. His eyes changed since the first time you met him. Those eyes held wonder and joy yet didn’t look innocent. These eyes only knew pain and hatred. He’s eyes scared you now. 

“Michael if you’re just going follow me then can you be a gentleman and do it by my side,” You called out behind you to the stalking boy.

“(Y/N), I’m not following you. Just walking home, that’s all,” He quickened his pace to match yours. Hands tucked in his pockets, hat covering his eyes.

“Why do you lie to me,” You chuckled and continued your walk home.

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I said in mine heart, “God shall judge the righteous and the wicked, for there is a time there for every purpose and for every work.”

181 tower blocks across the UK have now failed flammability tests on their exterior cladding.

It’s becoming rapidly clear that a disaster the scale of Grenfell was not just a preventable tragedy, but the inevitable and certain outcome of an unspoken cost-cutting policy enacted by both publically-owned and private landlords which prioritised rent gouging over the most basic tenant safety.

Frankly, revolutions have started over much, much lesser crimes. The only rational response to these revelations, and the desperate scrambling cover-up undertaken by the government’s official inquiries - staffed as they are by the very individuals who have attempted to write this tacit policy into explicit deregulation - is a national rent strike of poor and vulnerable tenants, backed to the hilt by the organisations of the working-class.

No Safety, No Rent.

Some ideas on how to close Britain's democratic deficit

- Representatives should be paid the average wage of their constituents: MPs cannot be trusted to make decisions in the interest of their constituents when they are economically insulated from the consequences of their policies.

- Representatives should live in social housing: living in the working-class communities which they represent makes certain that MPs and councillors are approachable and accountable.

- Representatives should be subject to recall: there is currently no mechanism to discipline councillors or MPs who fail to carry out their manifesto commitments or who abuse their position in office. Dissatisfied constituents should have the right to demand recall.

- Representatives should have short, regular term limits: many problems of short-termist politics could be solved by actually lowering term limits, making elections part of a culture of continued accountability rather than a free pass for a specified period.

- Representatives should be elected to participate in publically owned services and industries: currently, democracy is an exclusively political thing - it exists in limited form within local and national institutions. Extending democracy to other areas of life, like the economic sphere, empowers people to have lasting, binding control over their own wellbeing.