political trap

We have a new type of rule now. Not one-man rule, or rule of aristocracy or plutocracy, but of small groups elevated to positions of absolute power by random pressures, and subject to political and economic factors that leave little room for decision. They are representatives of abstract forces who have reached power through surrender of self. The iron-willed dictator is a thing of the past. There will be no more Stalins, no more Hitlers. The rulers of this most insecure of all worlds are rulers by accident, inept, frightened pilots at the controls of a vast machine they cannot understand, calling in experts to tell them which buttons to push.
—  William S. Borroughs, “No More Stalins, No More Hitlers,” Dead City Radio, 1990, read from the book “Interzone,” 1989.
theory: trump is a cockroach,  WAIT hear me out

He’s trying to build a wall, right?

You know what likes walls?

Cockroaches. 

You know what could survive a nuclear blast?

Cockroaches. 

Trump is going to build a wall on the Canadian border, hear me out. 

He’s going to box Americans in. 

And then he’s going to lay his little eggs in our homes and wallgreens and kmarts and Dave and Busters’. 

And then we’re all eaten alive, screaming and begging for help but unable to reach anyone cuz Trump fired all the ambassadors and he’s built up walls, political and physical, to trap us in his cockroach hive. 

But the outside world hasn’t heard from America in years, right?

So the day Trump finally tears down the wall and the world, tear-stricken and clutching their hankies, finally about to see the Americans again after all these years of utter radio silence, what happens?

It begins. 

The War. 

The War of the Roaches. 

He’s been preparing his nuclear arsenal. 

Humans never had a chance. 

The roaches are free. 

They are coming. 

They sweep Mexico and South America and Canada and what can we do?

Nothing, our biggest weapons are powerless to the roach hoard. 

We are powerless to their hardened exoskeletons and ability to survive. 

Europe thought it was safe. 

But the roaches are a highly evolved form of roach. 

Those years of hiding have paid off. 

They are coming. 

In drones. 

They fall onto the city and there’s nothing to be done, they have an immunity to bug spray and they’re impossible to smoosh, their skeletons are battle-hardened and prepared from years and years of training in American soil. 

They overtake Western Europe, and begin once more to build walls. 

Humanity is losing. 

Humanity has poisoned its water and food supply, but cockroaches can eat anything. They will survive.

They watch as humanity resorts to fighting one another and murdering each other instead of coming up with a way to preserve the resources they have left.

Meanwhile, roaches begin to collect plastic and create boats out of the Pacific Garbage Heap. 

They begin their tertiary siege.

Soon, they will begin to take over the freezing regions. 

They will create a resistance.

They have assimilated human technology. 

They will adapt.

Humans and their cultural adaptation, well.

Humans are in a disarray ever since Trump came into power.

They are no longer a worthy opposition. 

The roaches will rule. 

They are a hive, a collective, a united front. 

They do not see the differences of their shells, merely their similar form, their DNA, their shared kinship. 

Humans, individuals, are weak and squabbling.

They argue over battle tactics and what is a human life, is it worth losing one, is it right to quel the opinions of dissenters in a time of war?

Are other humans worth saving? 

Meanwhile, the roaches are preparing. 

Swarming. 

They develop bacterial agents designed to turn humans into mega roaches. 

Their DNA will be infused with our own. 

We will lose our human minds and find ourselves with only antennae and the desire to serve the Trump, our queen. 

And still, humans flounder. 

We kill ourselves  from within before our enemies can kill us. 

It’s not even a hostile takeover when they finally breach Asia and begin the process of doing the same thing. 

It’s a plea for swift assimilation, for cockroaches merely want to assimilate and eat us. 

But humans?

Humans will do things cockroaches could never do to one another, to members of the same collective hive.

Within the human consciousness, we were desperate. Hungry. Thirsty. Desiring nothing but survival and willing to doom every other member of our race to extinction if it meant living just another day.

Cockroaches share no such selfish desire.

They are one with the hive, and the hive is one of them. 

The hive will live forever, if the individual does its duty, and thus the individual does its duty with eagerness. 

For the good of the hive, for the good of the hive. 

Humans have no hive.

Humans do not see one another as friends, only enemies. 

Humans shall fall.

For the hive. For the hive. 

And who began the real cracking, the devastation, of human unity and reason?

Of human dignity and cohesion, the strands between all of us, the genetic connection between brother and sister? 

His name is Trump. 

He is the cockroach queen. 

He begins with us. 

He’s coming for the entire human race.

Be ready, brothers and sisters.

It’s us or them. 

aithilin  asked:

NyxNoct fluff: “why do i even bother?”

i humbly offer this fluff to Sweet Death to ease the salt of altissia and the end of the game *solemn nod*


“Why do I even bother?” Noctis said to his reflection.

He dragged the tie from around his neck, a hiss of silk that sounded like the whispers he wasn’t prepared to deal with tonight. Which was what annoyed him about the whole thing the most; that he wasn’t prepared. After being dragged to so many of these things over the years, after drilling for them weeks ahead of time, somehow, the day always arrived and he still wasn’t ready for it.

He used to be good at pretending. He would pull on dumb costumes as a kid and he could transform himself into a fantastical creature in a blink of his father’s fond stare. But the mantle of the Prince had never quite fit him right. He used to think that maybe he could grow into it. That maybe, in enough time, his arms would fit through the sleeves of the blazer without getting stuck in them. That maybe he could button the shirt all the way up without feeling like he was choking beneath it.

But he was nearly twenty and his hands still shook when he tried working a tie by himself. If he hadn’t gotten the act down by now, he wasn’t sure he ever would. He spent the next five minutes glaring at himself and his incomplete attire, considering whether or not he might incite an international incident by not attending the benefit. A knock on the door to the bedroom suite put a pause on those escape plans.

“If I come in there and find a bedsheet rope thrown out the window, I swear to the Six, Noct…”

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Basic Info:

Name: Kirai Mina

Siren: Indigo Bunting

Age: 20

Sex: Female

Height: 5'8"

Sexuality: Demisexual

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Kirai is a drop-out college student, who has been in Siren business for quite a while now. She was transferred from one company to the one she’s in now, Sankou’s Company. She’s skilled, and much more famous than Sankou, and so she does much better when Sirening. When getting to know her, she hides between politeness and formal speaking, but in reality her personality is cold, dark, and only driven by her own selfish needs. She competes with other Sirens that are doing well in her company, to slowly climb up to the top, and stand over everyone else. She controls people with fear and force, making people who fall for her polite trap her pawns to do her dirty work. Sometimes her pawns are even other sirens. If you mess with her pawns, she will have an outburst and try to hurt you the best she can. You’ll become her next target. She targets people who act like they’re better than her with their burning confidence, but in her selfish driven mind she knows her confidence and ego is much higher than anybody else’s that dares to challenge her. If you threat her, you will be guaranteed to be in for quite the fight. She is a very skilled fighter, using similar tactics and techniques to Sankou.
Despite her manipulative, selfish, confidence driven, and controlling personality, her voice is quite beautiful, causing her victims to give in more. Yet, her voice sounds tired, and has a hushed tone to it as well. Yet, she can sing louder and fiercer if she wants to, she can control how intense or soft spoken her voice can get, and seemingly do it perfectly. Her victims usually involve people extremely willing to be sung too, in which are carefully chosen by her for the best quality to get the best praise by her company.

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yEET, hope u like this bicc because jfc isn’t she an attractive but biccy BI CC

If only I could close my eyes

lips burn      

mouths now sewn shut with lead

keeping as much skin of my teeth      off my plate

                    hidden behind the scars of sobriety 

they  we       stand under masks so full of desperation

our thoughts confused    swallowed in a vacuum of political correctness

I’m my own trap of sensitive censorship      dreams and lifetimes

  all becomes see through      even the truth is controlled to tell rainbows

its when the lies make holes     with so much evil

they question    so that others    so many sitting in the dark 

can come out soon to live their life’s

kiss the fire    you brought it home  

eyes that blindly search for leaders      bending backwards over barrels 

soon the urban brands and hatred  add up beyond waste

some actions bring such terrible darkness to the human race

finding the trash bags marked human beings  scares even hell

a soul      one of the greatest gifts and wonders of the universe  

our lives and times recorded in essence

if we lose ourselves

who cares about living or dying in the heavens or in hell

Chris Bones Amey          12*04*17

It’s nice to see France falling into the same bullshit political trap as the UK and the US, and by nice I mean I was really hoping one of us would shape up and not elect a shithead, but here we are. #2017mood

  • Vivienne: Varric darling, what manner of villain am I in your novel?
  • Varric: You're the, er, scheming duchess? Coldly manoeuvring her political rivals into a trap.
  • Vivienne: Yes, but what am I wearing? You are not going to describe me in anything less than the latest fashions are you?
  • Varric: I'm... going to spend the next few weeks researching Orlesian gowns, aren't I?
  • Vivienne: Yes, my dear. And my mask should be inlaid with opals.

t0rtillachipss  asked:

I love presidential history but being a woman myself, I always find it interesting to study the Women of the White House as well. I am curious to know who your favorite First Ladies are and if you have any suggestions for FLOTUS biographies to read. I hope you are enjoying this holiday season!

Thank you! We’ve had some remarkable First Ladies dating back to the very beginning of our country, and I hate to overlook some deserving women like Abigail Adams, Dolley Madison, and Eleanor Roosevelt, but my two favorite First Ladies are Lady Bird Johnson and Betty Ford. Both women were indispensable to the success of their husbands (although that’s a common thread in the history of First Families) and played inordinate roles in public life while living in the White House.

Like Eleanor Roosevelt, Lady Bird Johnson and Betty Ford recognized the power in their unique position. They had the ear of the President every night and the eyes of the nation throughout their family’s time in the White House. While most modern First Ladies find an issue that they want to shine a spotlight on, Lady Bird Johnson and Betty Ford revolutionized the role of the President’s spouse, becoming activists in support of the issues they believed in. Those issues were not always popular, and they didn’t always coincide with the policies of their husbands. Controversies which could easily be avoided – and which Presidential aides often pushed back against due to potential political traps – never frightened Lady Bird Johnson or Betty Ford from taking a stand on behalf of what they believed. Lady Bird didn’t worry about campaigning for her husband and LBJ’s Civil Rights legislation while facing hostile crowds in the Deep South. Betty Ford didn’t hesitate to publicly support abortion rights or the Equal Rights Amendment (despite strong opposition from leading politicians in her husband’s party), or reveal when she underwent a mastectomy and treatment for breast cancer. Later, Betty Ford publicly revealed an addiction to painkillers and alcohol, and opened the Betty Ford Center after leaving the White House.

Most Presidents note that their wives are one of their leading advisors on all issues, foreign and domestic, political and personal. Most First Ladies put energy into certain issues that they feel strongly about. Lady Bird Johnson and Betty Ford were warriors – activists with a Bully Pulpit every bit as strong (and often far more popular) than that of their husbands in the Oval Office. When looking back through American History, it’s noteworthy how many of our Presidents seemed to marry women so far above their station.

As requested, here are a few quick book recommendations on America’s First Ladies:

The First Ladies Factbook: The Childhoods, Courtships, Marriages, Campaigns, Accomplishments, and Legacies of Every First Lady From Martha Washington to Michelle Obama by Bill Harris and revised by Laura Ross (BOOK | KINDLE)

Secret Lives of the First Ladies: What Your Teachers Never Told You About the Women of the White House by Cormac O’Brien (BOOK | KINDLE)

Upstairs at the White House: My Life With the First Ladies by J.B. West with Mary Lynn Kotz (BOOK | KINDLE)

Lady Bird and Lyndon: The Hidden Story of a Marriage That Made a President by Betty Boyd Caroli (BOOK | KINDLE)

A White House Diary by Lady Bird Johnson

Lady Bird: A Biography of Mrs. Johnson by Jan Jarboe Russell (BOOK | KINDLE)

Betty Ford: Candor and Courage in the White House by John Robert Greene

The Times of My Life by Betty Ford with Chris Chase

Betty: A Glad Awakening by Betty Ford with Chris Chase 

Solomon Linda, a South African musician, wrote “The Lion Sleeps Tonight” in 1939. In 1961, Brooklyn band the Tokens recorded the song, and “The Lion Sleeps Tonight” went on to reach the top of the charts (and eventually The Lion King).  

In 2000, Rolling Stone wrote a history of the song aptly titled, “In the Jungle: How American music legends made millions off the work of a Zulu tribesman who died a pauper.” The original African lyrics were warped into gibberish because none of the American singers could understand the words; American audiences wanted an exotic song without any of the political trappings. “The Lion Sleeps Tonight” is a perfect example of how not to culturally appropriate music.

11 songs that prove cultural appropriation has been a part of music for decades

Sharing monthly destinies, shaping personal libraries

SCORPIO

Happy, happy birthday, Scorpio!!! Congrats on making it to another one! I know at times it’s felt like a crawl - what a year, huh? - but this is your month to celebrate the glory that is being you. You know what can really kill a celebration? Baggage. I know the past few months have been pretty heavy, but I have some great news for you: you have permission to let it go. As you come into a brand new year of life, make the decision to stop dwelling in your problems and start working to find solutions. Forcing yourself to get up and go is the best way to keep from feeling stuck. Take it from the main character of your lucky book this month, Miraflores. When her mother falls ill, she doesn’t simply mope & cope - she makes a bold move: a trip to Panama, her family’s home, in search of clues about her father, who she believes holds the key to healing her mother. In doing so, she discovers so much more, including clues to what had so long been a maddening mystery: her own identity. Choosing to step outside of your own emotional bubble can be daunting, Scorpio, but the rewards - particularly the accidental ones - far outweigh the risks. November is your month! Take it!

LUCKY BOOK: The World in Half by Cristina Henríquez

SAGITTARIUS

Alright, Sag, get ready for a month of serious chill. You can lower those defenses and wave the white flag - you aren’t falling into any of those pesky political argument traps over family dinners this holiday season, nope. This is your time to kick back and settle down, in whatever way you prefer to unwind. Don’t fret if it takes you some time to find that perfect spot to be yourself in - you’ve had your hackles raised for so long that it’s normal to need a readjustment period. The author of your lucky book wrote an entire memoir about her quest for that elusive happy place - in her case, it’s a bar. Not just any bar, but the bar, the bar that will be the unique blend of comforting, hilarious, exciting, stimulating, and satisfying that she needs. As a lifelong lover and aficionado of bar culture - from both sides of the counter - she embarks on a journey through various locales to find her personal oasis of chill. So, where’s yours, Sag? That is your mission for this month. Tie up any pesky loose ends from the last few weeks, and let yourself just be. Cheers!

LUCKY BOOK: Drinking with Men by Rosie Schaap

CAPRICORN

Cap, you’re a political firecracker this month, and it couldn’t be more timely. But you know that activism is about much more than one election: it’s a constant, enduring effort to work within small spaces like your family, your school, and your community to preserve the rights and wellbeing of your fellow citizens. That work can’t be done alone, as you know very well: you’re all about effective collaboration, which is sure to help your effort will go a long way. Your lucky book this month is a powerful examination the ways that dangerous political ideals can infiltrate a small family, and the ever-present struggle to stay true to tradition and responsibility while not sacrificing personal values. Set in Nairobi, but told from the point of view of a Somali narrator transplanted to Rome, this is a fascinating look past the political mayhem on the surface to the very human center: how to function within a family in way that is both authentic and aware of the greater climate outside of their doors. How to demonstrate love to young children within a society that does not necessarily love you. As we enter a new political era, Cap, this book offers a profound take on how to navigate these very difficult questions, but in a refreshingly different environment. Although, as I’m sure you know, sometimes the most faraway and foreign settings can feel the most familiar. Keep fighting the good fight, Capricorn. Make us proud.

LUCKY BOOK: Hiding in Plain Sight by Nuruddin Farah

AQUARIUS

Well don’t you cut a dashing figure in that power suit, Aquarius? Whether it be a literal or metaphorical suit, this month, it’s BUSINESS TIME. Last month was for marathoning Luke Cage and having long, lazy (and boozy) brunches. In November, you’re making some serious power moves, and have no time for petty distractions. This clear-eyed focus is a gift, Aquarius, and you know what they say about gift horses and mouths. Sometimes it takes a while to get to the point where you feel ready to take determined strides towards your goals, as the author of your lucky book knows well. Following an extended overseas trip, she returned to her home in New England feeling uninspired, clueless as to what she wanted to do next. Sound familiar? We’ve allllll been there. What did she do next? Go back to school, scroll through Craigslist for a temp job? No, she bought a motorcycle. What follows is a beautiful tale of finding the inner strength to discover her passions and reclaim her life in a way that is totally authentic to her. We’re sure you’ll find her a kindred spirit, Aquarius, as you’re both incredibly driven to succeed. (Okay, we had to.)

LUCKY BOOK: Motorcycles I’ve Loved by Lily Brooks-Dalton

PISCES

The world is your oyster, Pisces! You’re full to the brim with the spirit of adventure and discovery this month, and why not? Getting out of your comfort zone and seeing something new doesn’t have to mean dropping hundreds on a plane ticket - especially around the holidays, when airfare pricing is at its peak. No, you can be surprised by how exciting some local exploration can be - think about it, when is the last time you played tourist in your own backyard? Trailed off your normal path and discovered a hidden gem? If you aren’t convinced, and are itching to go further, we’ve got it covered in your lucky book: an epic historical adventure that takes its young protagonist through the ancient Incan empire of Peru of in 1530 as he serves as a translator to Francisco Pizarro. Forced to adapt to his new surroundings and navigate the perilous times amid the Spanish invasion, young Waman learns some unforgettable lessons about himself and what it means to truly belong. By all means, Pisces, get out and explore, but don’t leave this book behind - you truly can’t beat being able to travel this far through time and space.

LUCKY BOOK: The Gold Eaters by Ronald Wright

ARIES

Wooooosaaaahhhhhhhhh. Aries, you’re cool as a cucumber this month, and we have to admit, we’re kinda jealous? Or maybe proud…okay, a little of both. Let’s be honest: you aren’t really known for having the most mellow disposition, so this month of level-headed clarity and zen is a truly impressive departure from the norm. These smooth waters extend from the boardroom to the bedroom - you’re making moves at work, but they’re behind the scenes; you don’t need or want eyes on you right now. As for your inbox - that quiet seduction thing you’ve got going on is clearly working. To celebrate your peaceful, reflective month, here’s a peaceful, reflective book that will give you small doses of witty wisdom and gentle healing to help you keep calm and carry on. This author is the real deal when it comes to spiritual health and self-awareness, and during a time like this, we can use all the help we can get keeping our internal affairs in order, wouldn’t you agree? Dive into these essays and stories with an open mind and heart, and don’t hesitate to do a bit of digging to ensure that you’re directing all of those quiet energies in the right places. What do you believe in? What does it mean to be fully alive? These are the kinds of questions your lucky book will inspire - so seize this chance to let your mind explore them, even if you can’t necessarily find the answers right away. Sometimes, the peace you need is just found in the asking.

LUCKY BOOK: Grace (Eventually) by Anne Lamott

TAURUS

As the temperatures drop, your desire to get cozy with a special someone grows. No shame in that, Taurus! In fact, this month, you are primed to enter into a partnership - whether it be for romance or business…or both, we don’t judge! As you consider getting closer with whoever has caught your eye, you’ll want to carefully consider what you are gaining, and what you are giving up. Does this person truly know you? Do you truly know them? What are the expectations being placed on the relationship? Why is this relationship important to the both of you? The truth is, Taurus, you aren’t getting any younger, and one of the main benefits of aging is being able to learn from past mistakes, past misunderstandings and miscommunications. Your lucky book this month is a short story collection that explores the themes of alienation, false assumptions, and struggling to find one’s place in the world - through the lens of characters who tend to turn commonly-held generalizations on their head. Each individual is just that - singular, unique - and cannot be shoehorned into a broader stereotype or understood as a monolith. Beware the trap of trying to simplify a person into an idea, for convenience’s sake - it’s an insult to who they truly are, and to what you are trying to build. Best of luck, Taurus. Mind your heart.

LUCKY BOOK: Drinking Coffee Elsewhere by ZZ Packer

GEMINI

Hey there, lovely Gem. You know how ‘adulting’ has become a rather annoyingly ubiquitous word lately? Well, you’re going to be doing a lot of that this month, so make your peace with it. If your mind is immediately drifting to hunkering down with a budget calculator or scouting out a new job, slow down. What I’m talking about is the flipside of being a functional, responsible human - rather than adding more things to your plate, we think you should strongly consider taking a few things off. That’s right - this month, work on your power of discernment. How are you spending your time? What do you keep saying yes to? What do you eventually end up regretting? It’s great to know what you want, but equally (or perhaps more) important is a strong sense of what you don’t want. Nadia Turner, the main character in this month’s lucky book, demonstrates this power pretty well: even if you don’t agree with her decisions, it’s undeniable that she makes them with a clear-headed focus, and any repercussions that arise…well, that’s her bed to lie in. All part of being an adult, wouldn’t you say? Being deliberate with your time and resources, choosing the path that feels right, and being responsible for the aftermath, whether it be positive or negative. The key, Gemini, is just keeping your eyes open. Doing what’s best for you. If you look at adulting that way, trust me, it doesn’t seem nearly as daunting.

LUCKY BOOK: The Mothers by Brit Bennett

CANCER

Lights, camera, ACTION, Cancer! You’ve been toiling on the sidelines for a while now, and November is officially your month to step out and show off. If this sounds impossible, take heart. Your proclivity to keeping a low profile and dodging large amounts of attention do not make you the kind of person who wouldn’t do well with some low key fame - quite the contrary, in fact. Your naturally laid-back demeanor and kind personality make for a genuinely likeable person…an important trait, when all eyes are on you. If you still feel torn between wanting to stay comfortably hidden and wanting some recognition for what you’ve been working on, your lucky book this month will be your touchstone. This short story collection beautifully and deftly deals with the frustration of feeling trapped between two states, whether they be related to race, relationships, children, or class. There are no easy answers or tidy little bows, because as you well know, life rarely functions in absolutes. Be comforted in knowing that your confusion is more than valid and normal; it’s a part of the human condition. But also remember that you are totally worthy (and ready, despite how you may feel) of the recognition coming your way. You can stay in the shadows if you truly want to, but we really feel you should take your place in the spotlight. You’ve earned it!

LUCKY BOOK: You Are Free by Danzy Senna

LEO

Calling all blankets, slankets, and snuggies: November is here and you are ready for some serious hibernating. We can’t fault you at all, Leo - why subject yourself to bitter-cold bar hopping and surge pricing at 2 AM when you can be warm and satisfied in the comfort of your own home? You can finally finish that scarf you started crocheting two years ago, work on your pie-making skills before the holiday family dinner rush, or make a serious dent in the Criterion Collection with a tub of kettle corn. Better yet, make it a movie night with your besties - nothing really completes an evening spent #homebodying like having your nearest and dearest curled up on your couch with you. Your lucky book this month is perfectly attuned to your mood right now - because, let’s be honest, what’s better than a book that feels like the mood you’re in? Domestic, contemplative, and more than a bit quirky? Let Claire-Louise Bennett’s unsettling, meditative, and gloriously witty prose be the cherry on top of your relaxing month spent pampering number one. Your mind, and soul, will thank you.

LUCKY BOOK: Pond by Claire-Louise Bennett

VIRGO

Where’s the party, Virgo?! A little cold isn’t going to stop you from having a good time this month, and you know what? We admire that. November is the month for you to step out and be an active part of your community - whether it be your current one, or a new one. That’s right - if you’ve been considering a change of pace, why wait any longer? Make the move you’ve been wanting to, and don’t look back. Life is too short to ignore your own impulses and delay your gratification when you have both the drive and the means. Your lucky book this month is a moving memoir of a hospice chaplain who shares some of the most impactful and unforgettable lessons learned from her former patients - who bettter to be inspired by, than people who have lived their lives and have incredible wisdom to share before they go? Nothing puts the here and now into perspective like envisioning yourself facing the end. What experiences do you hope to have lived? What kinds of adventures do you want to be able to relive? In between spinning from one social engagement to another this month, be sure to find a quiet corner and recharge with this little book. And then: keep on living.

LUCKY BOOK: On Living by Kerry Egan

LIBRA

Oh generous Libra, with the holidays around the corner and the festive spirit beginning to creep its way into your veins, you’re already creating lists and sub-lists of things to buy for loved ones (and maaaaybe a few things for yourself). Don’t bother denying it! We love your enthusiasm, and your commitment to making each holiday season better than last year’s for your friends and family is touching. But we have to give you a word of warning: relax. Take some time to budget and really examine your financial situation before ordering that iPhone 7. Figure out how to be sensible and pragmatic with your debit and/or credit cards before the onslaught of holiday sales - and debt - truly begins. And if you’re already dreading the boredom that will set in as soon as you open those spreadsheets, don’t worry, we’ve got you covered. Your lucky book this month is a riveting, wild romp through the mundane and fantastic; the possible and impossible. This collection of short stories wonders, at its core, what it means to exist in an absurd world, and how to make sense of our place in it. So when the quotidian drama of reality gets you down - balancing checkbooks? Yawn - have this book handy for a mood-boosting dose of literary insanity. It’s therapeutic, believe us.

LUCKY BOOK: Hall of Small Mammals by Thomas Pierce

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fake movie meme - psychosexual political thriller

song: electra heart by marina and the diamonds - requested

the children (sebastian stan, emma watson, sophie turner) of three important political figures have been trapped in the same house their entire lives for their own safety. the head of security (naomie harris) is in the middle of attempting to solve a mysterious death and possible murder that occurred in the mansion grounds at the same time they conspire to break out.

Am I the only one who finds “missed connections” almost always insanely creepy?

Because really.  Yes.  There’s a slim chance that you did have a nice conversation with someone, and there really was a two way feeling of, ‘you’re a nice person, it’s fun talking to you.’  However, it’s far more likely that one person wanted nothing to do with the other person, or that they were just being polite while trapped together in a public location like an elevator, a line, or a bus.

And that person probably did EVERYTHING POSSIBLE to avoid giving this person any of their personal info.  If they had wanted to give out their name, their number, their email, their tumblr address, THEY WOULD HAVE.  But they didn’t.

Sure, there’s a small possibility that there was an interruption, or something happened, or they meant to.  But there’s a much higher possibility that they had no interest in this stranger being able to find them again.  

So when the stranger goes on the internet and is like, “Oh, I was too shy to ask her for her contact info, but there was a CONNECTION,” what I read is, “I was a creeper who wasn’t able to have a real conversation with a person and now I want the internet to find this person for me and give me her/his contact info.  By the way, I’m going to be hyper precise when describing the person I’m looking for, so she/he can be located, but won’t tell you anything about me, so that the person can’t be on guard for my creeper ass self.”