Help get me home

So despite the politics of the nation, I need to get back home to America. I moved to Sweden to be with my fiancé just over a month ago and the way things are going here, I don’t think it’s going to work out. Relationship is now bordering on the abusive side, and since I have no income (I’m unable to get a job with the temporary residence permit I have), I’m coming to Tumblr for help. Any support, even in the form of reblogs would be appreciated. I have not drawn in quite some time, so I apologize in advance for any inconsistencies with the samples.

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I think pedophilia is my only hard limit, everything listed above are just subjects I’m not yet confident in and therefore less likely to accept.

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The Swedish word uppgivenhetssyndrom sounds like what it is: a syndrome in which kids have given up on life. That’s what several hundred children and adolescents have done — literally checked out of the world for months or years. They go to bed and don’t get up. They’re unable to move, eat, drink, speak or respond. All of the victims of the disorder, sometimes called resignation syndrome, have been youngsters seeking asylum after a traumatic migration, mostly from former Soviet and Yugoslav states. And all of them live in Sweden.

Read the article from The New Yorker: The Trauma Of Facing Deportation
Rachel Aviv, a staff writer at The New Yorker, described these children in the April 3, 2017, article “The Trauma of Facing Deportation.”

The children go into these comalike states when their families are notified that they will be deported. The only known cure is for their families to receive residency permits allowing them to stay in Sweden. It’s not a sudden, magical reawakening when family members read the approved residency permit in the nonresponsive child’s presence. Somehow, the information gets through. While there are no long-term follow-up studies, Aviv says, over a period of days, weeks, sometimes a few months, the child begins to eat, move, react and come back to the world. Goats & Soda talked with Aviv about the story.

anonymous asked:

Could I get number 7 with xiumin? For the drabbles? Thanks anyway

I swear, if I see that damn slip of pink paper on my car one more time-

You were fuming as you walked across the parking garage.

The source of the problem began two months ago, when the apartment complex you were staying at released an announcement that they were undergoing significant ‘improvements’. And by improvements, they really meant that there would be a newly renovated list of demands and restrictions from the Residents’ Board. One of these ‘improvements’ was the implementation of a new parking policy; one that said that there would now only be five parking spaces available for each floor. With five separate apartments on each floor, this would normally be a non-issue.

However, it became an issue three weeks ago, once your imperious new neighbor, Kim Minseok, decided to move into the empty apartment on the floor of which you currently resided in: the fourth floor.

Your first impressions of Minseok were rather positive. At least, they started out that way. It seemed as though every encounter you had with Minseok aside from the courtesy introduction was one of malcontent, leaving you infuriated more often than not.

The animosity you held towards him originated once you travelled down to the parking garage three weeks ago to find a small, pink slip tucked neatly against the windshield-wipers. It read promptly:

     “Ms. (y/n) (y/l/n),

We regret to inform you that you have violated the official Resident Board’s protocol initiative #0083, stating that a limit of five parking spaces are permitted per resident floor. Each floor is assigned their respective parking spaces. It has come to our attention that your vehicle is not parked in one of the assigned spaces, and the following fine will be sent to your address accordingly.

     Signed, The Residents’ Board”

Well no dip, Sherlock, of course my car isn’t parked in the assigned spot.

There was a simple reason why you couldn’t park your car in your own spot. And this reason belonged to Kim Minseok. Or rather, his moped. Because not only did Minseok own a black sedan, but he was also the resident owner of a rusty, ancient scooter that you were pretty sure could have been invented in the late 19th century.

A scooter that he believed deserved its own parking spot.

In essence, you had been booted from your own parking spot, and now, the Residents’ Board had so kindly taking the initiative to fine you for not magically replacing the rackety old moped with your car.

For the first offense, you brought this conflict up with Minseok calmly and professionally. If handling measures professionally entailed writing your own letter and sticking it to his moped, then yes, you considered yourself a professional. The first note you sent was thoroughly formal and respectful, as you assumed the receiving party to be understanding and cognisant.

Well, if that were the case, you wouldn’t be here facing the same dilemma as you have been for the past three weeks.

Minseok had been kind enough to respond to your note with one of his own. Put in simple terms, he denied your request up-front. He apparently valued this moped so much that it deserved its own space. As far as you knew, he never drove the damned thing: you’ve never seen him so much as touch it. He was permanently stuck on his high horse, and considering the way he talked about it, this moped could have been one.

The two of you had been passing heated notes back and forth since the issue began. Each time you would explain the selfishness apathetic nature of his actions, he would respond with such a haughty attitude that you had to physically restrain yourself from walking right up to his doorstep and blowing a fuse. Despite the childish nature of the notes the two of you had been passing back and forth, you liked to consider yourself more mature than that.

But this was where you drew the line.

You had received the fine for ‘erroneous parking’ seven times now. You didn’t know how much more of Minseok’s ceaseless arrogance you could take.

So here you were, stalking angrily across the parking garage’s cold, concrete floor as you spotted the little pink dot plastered to your car in the distance. Once you made it to the front of your car, you snatched the pink paper away from where it had become quite comfortable. It was another fine.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You tore the piece of paper in half, continuing to rip it into fourths, then eighths, then sixteenths, and so on until the floor had been coated in tiny pink lint. In the midst of your heinous fit, you decided it was a good idea to kick something.

Bad idea, (y/n), bad idea.

You immediately doubled over in pain as your foot came into contact with the curb of the sidewalk. You could’ve sworn blood was forming in your mouth with how hard you bit down on your tongue to stop from crying out in pain. Falling on your butt, you pulled your legs to your chest and clutched the injured foot as it throbbed in excruciating pain.

“Well, that’s tragic.”

Your head whipped in the direction of the voice.

Your teeth gritted together in a mix of pain and disgust as your eyes met those of Mr. Kim Minseok himself.

“Would you like some help?” You were taken aback at the genuine concern in his voice.

After studying his face, you noticed that where you had expected there to be a look of amusement or superiority in his expression, there was only worry.

“I have nothing to say to the nation’s biggest moped lover.” You huffed, turning your gaze away in contempt.

“Hey, look, about that,” Minseok looked at the ground as he scratched the back of his head. “I didn’t realize it was really stressing you out this much.”

“What did you expect?” You spat childishly, too focused on the intense throbbing of your foot to think about civility. “I’m being fined a hefty sum of money every day you decide your moped is more important than your neighbor’s sanity.”

“That moped is more of a keepsake for me,” He looked back up from the ground to look you in the eye. “But I had no idea that the Residents’ Board kept fining you like that. You should’ve just told me that in the first place, other than angrily scribbling insults, violent threats, and aggressive demands.”

Right… That might’ve helped, (y/n).

“I thought it would be rather obvious, considering it’s the apartment complex’s policy.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize, but I did just move here a few weeks ago. I didn’t see anything about a parking fine in any of the bulletins.” Minseok looked genuinely apologetic, causing you to consider your spiteful attitude.

“Right, well-” You coughed, trying to retain some ounce of pride after being proven the idiot in this instance.

As you tried to stand however, you recoiled almost instantly. It felt as though fire was spreading from the balls of your feet up to your knee.

Minseok immediately stepped close to you, kneeling down and reaching an arm behind your back for support.

“I swear,” You muttered, more angry at yourself than at Minseok, “If I broke a toe or something because of this whole affair-”

“Here,” Minseok cut you off, helping to position you to sit against the door of your car. “Let me take you to the hospital to get it looked at.”

“No, that’s fine,” You lackadaisically shoved his hand aside and sighed deeply. “Besides, it’s all for nothing if you won’t move that damn scooter.”

Minseok sighed and let out a short laugh, running his hand through his hair as he did so.

“I’ll tell you what,” His smile was something you didn’t expect to affect you so deeply, but it did. “We haven’t had a proper opportunity to get to know each other, as neighbors. If you agree to grab some dinner with me tonight, then I’ll rent a spot for my moped and give you back your hard-fought parking spot.”

You blinked several times, speechless in utter surprise.

“U-um… I guess…” You took a deep breath, hardening your expression. “If you swear that I won’t have to see another one of those damn pink papers again as long as I live-”

“Agreed.” Minseok’s smile widened, and you could’ve sworn that some small part of you felt the urge to swoon, coming to the realization of just how abnormally handsome he was. “But first-”

Before you had the chance to utter a single word, Minseok’s arms swept underneath you. In the span of a second, he scooped you up into his arms, securing you in place with more strength than you thought possible. You had no idea how well-built he was, as his figure hid it rather well.

What you weren’t expecting more than that, however, was the mischievous wink he sent you to accompany his amused smirk.

“I really think I should take you to the hospital.”

Originally posted by xiundeer

A/N: It’s still the 26th over here in America!! Happy Xiumin Day!! I sincerely apologize for the fact that here haven’t been any updates in the past two weeks. As spring break, for me, is in a week, my teachers have been piling up the projects and tests and its just been aksdjsftrhldfqdfjsk. Despite this, I have been working on updates, just not enough to complete them ;~;

Thank you so much for continuing to be patient with me! Everyone’s love and support means so much to me and it continues to encourage me to keep writing! I hope this satisfied your request, hun! <3


Japan at the turn of the twentieth century was a magnet for youthful reformers from all over Asia. They studied engineering, finance, and the other modernizing skills that Japan had put to use in building a powerful state after 1868. Japan’s unexpected victory over tsarist Russia in 1904-1905 churned up nationalist feelings throughout Asia, particularly among the future Chinese revolutionaries then living in Tokyo and Yokohama. About 200 Vietnamese were also in Japan during 1905-1908, including the monarchic reformer Phan Boi Chau, who hoped that independence and prosperity could happen in Vietnam without a revolution. Fearing subversion, the French colonial administrators crushed a series of free schools set up in 1907 by Vietnamese who had returned from studies in Japan to teach science, languages, political economy, and Vietnamese culture. France tightened its rule after weathering large Vietnamese demonstrations in March 1908, and it also persuaded the Japanese to cancel the residence permits of the Vietnamese still in Japan that spring. Tokyo’s new impulses toward empire, fed by success in the Russo-Japanese War, had just been confirmed in the Franco-Japanese agreement of 1907 to respect each other’s spheres in East Asia. In this fashion the young Vietnamese nationalists, so recently inspired by Japanese modernization, became victims of its growing imperialist dreams.
—  Fire Across the Sea: The Vietnam War and Japan 1965-1975 by Thomas RH Havens, page 14.
Fake Dating AU

1) “My best friend thinks you are my girlfriend/boyfriend, though I just met you and this is awkward but let’s pretend we are a couple, I don’t want my best friend to tease me anymore tbh”

2) “It’s bloody Valentine’s Day and there is a discount in the cafe for a couple and I don’t have enough money and oh hey you are single too so let’s pretend we are a couple and get this fucking discount I am bloody starving”

3) “I’m on my sister’s wedding and everyone thinks we are dating so let’s have fun and make everyone believe that we actually are a couple”

4) “My ex comes home to pick up his/her things and you came by after your shift at work and now my ex thinks you are my new girlfriend/boyfriend, so let’s play it cool”

5) “We were drunk and confessed love to each other and on the next day everyone congratulate us about getting together and this is awkward because we don’t remember anything”

6) “You are my nemesis but I have no choice so I had to ask you to be my boyfriend\girlfriend because my parents want to meet my significant other”

7) “Let’s prank everyone and say we are dating wait they actually believed it oh my god”

8) “This creep on a train keeps flirting with me and seriously this is really scary would you please play along and pretend my boyfriend/girlfriend or husband/wife”

9) “We are celebrities and our fans ship us so let’s make them happy and pretend we are together, let’s call it an experiment”

10) “I am going to be fired if I won’t obtain a residence permit in another country and you are my co-worker and happen to be from this country so let’s get marry pls I don’t want to lose this job”

Some tell of a devoted wife, some of her abandonment, but hear today of a princess– endowed with her mother’s beauty, and stubborn as her father:

A maiden in want of the perfect husband, Nalayani would take no suitor unless he fit her vision of a husband perfectly. When her parents failed to look for a satisfactory match, the girl took the task on herself. She set out to the forests, leaving a trail of saddened friends and worried parents behind.

She wasted away in penance: air her only food, boon her only reward. Although the austerities of her undertaking would put many-a-sadhus to shame, she was still a girl. And as all lively children are, she was easily excited upon the dawn of the realization of near success.

As the God stood before her, waiting for the fated to happen, she happily obliged.

“A husband, a husband! I want a husband, my God, give me a husband, a husband!”

A chuckle rumbled from the ash-caked lips. “My child, have patience. What is this husband you so ardently desire?”

“Have him be honest, and learned. Have him be strong, his arms encapsulating the strength of a thousand elephants. Have him be brave, and dexterous, and valiant, equipped with every knowledge of weaponry and battle. Have him be handsome, his visage surpassing Indra in beauty. And above all, my God, have him be wise and intelligent, and have him love me with endless passion,” the daughter of Nala breathed, her eyes glazed with restless adoration, her smile a cut of expectations across her bony face.

The God’s eyes shone with a conspiracy that was woven long ago in indelible ink. Damayanti’s daughter played her part well, her soul a bundle of joy and gaiety in a body a frame of bones in a blanket of flesh.

“Hmm,” he said, humoring the child in mock dilemma. “The nature of mortals does not permit the residence of all those virtues in one body, child,” he said, looking at her from under twisted eyebrows.

“But– ”

“However,” he said, a small smile teasing the corner of his mouth, “You shall have your wish: I bless you with five husbands in your next reincarnation, with all your desired virtues collectively endued in them.”

Nalayani’s jaw fell in horror. “You call this a boon? My God, would you mock my devotion so? You know that the society does not look favorably on maidens with many men in their beds!”

“Worry not, child. Your chastity shall remain intact. You will live a virgin, and die one too.”

And that was that. Nalayani was reborn as Draupadi from fire, Draupadi who was divided among the five Pandav brothers, Draupadi who kept the five united.

The Captain of Köpenick

110 years ago, on October 16, 1906, shoemaker Friedrich Wilhelm Voigt successfully staged an outrageous charade, which became legendary in Germany and beyond.

Friedrich Wilhelm Voigt was born in 1849 in Tilsit, which is now the city of Sowjetsk in the oblast Kaliningrad, Russian Federation. He learned the shoemaker’s business from his father, but started a criminal carreer from the age of 14 onward. He spent most of his life in jail and was released after a 15-year sentence in early 1906.

He tried to settle down and work as a shoemaker, but was repeatedly getting ousted from several counties due to his criminal past, the last time being banned from Greater Berlin, where he lived with his sister in Rixdorf in the ouskirts of Berlin and earned a small income working in a shoe factory. He decided to stay in Berlin illegaly. Finding himself in a catch-22 situation (no legal address = no opportunity to get a job = not to be able to pay for a residence = no passport = getting ousted = no legal address), he fell back to illegal means to finance his existance.

Using his small savings and borrowed money from his sister, he purchased the uniform of a Prussian captain in a number of second-hand stores. He tested the authority of his appearance in uniform towards soldiers several times, thereby rehearsing an authoritarian demeanor, and found out that especially young soldiers were timidly obeying his orders.

On October 16, 1906, it was time to carry out his plan. He waited in front of a military bath house in Berlin-Plötzensee for a troop of particularly young-looking soldiers returning to their barracks and told ten of them they would be under his command due to highest orders. They boarded the tram to travel to Köpenick (then still a sovereign city). In Köpenick, Voigt paid his subordinates a beer and explained that he had to arrest the mayor of Köpenick and probably some more individuals due to unlawful handling of public money. The fake captain and his soldiers recruited local policemen to cordon off the town hall and preserve public peace, occupied the town hall, prohibited any traffic on the corridors, stopped phone calls, and arrested the mayor and the chief municipal director “in the name of His Majesty”, accusing them of embezzlement of public money. Pretending that he had to seize the city treasury, Voigt ordered the paymaster to make a statement of account and to hand him the money, 3557.45 Mark (today’s value about 22,000 €) in cash. As there was not enough cash in the safe, the money had to be retrieved from the local post office.

A receipt requested by the treasurer was signed by Voigt using the name of his last prison director, using the military grade of a captain in the first guard regiment. Voigt then used the money to rent taxis to transport the mayor to the New Guardhouse in Berlin, told his soldiers to keep the town hall occupied for half an hour while he had to leave to report to his superiors, and marched off under the eyes of hundreds of curious onlookers to take a train to Berlin. Soon after, he changed his uniform with the clothes of a decent citizen, which he bought at an expensive gentlemen’s outfitter’s shop.

Voigt was arrested only ten days later while having breakfast in a cafe and sentenced to four years in prison for the unauthorized wearing of a uniform, the violation of public order, the deprivation of liberty, fraud, and the falsification of documents. The court, however, also cited as an alleviating factor that Voigt’s attempts to become a useful member of society after his last release from prison were repeatedly thwarted by the authorities, which refused to grant him a secured residence status.

The whole episode was broadly covered in the newspapers, half mockingly, half seriously pointing out the obvious flaws of the Prussian principle of unquestioning obedience. Some commentators even went as far as requesting to abolish the prevalent “uniform fetishism”. Many Germans could not hide a clandestine joy about the fact that Voigt was able to use the intimidating omnipresence of the military to his advantage, exploiting the widespread subservient obedience to authority imprinted to the German population since childhood age by the authoritarian education system. In fact, the whole incident became the first first crack in the façade of Prussian militarism. This way, Voigt became a folk hero, and a new word was coined: Köpenikiade, denominating a form of recklessness in which obediance is obtained by the unauthorized assumption of authority. Due to the immense popularity, Voigt was pardoned by Emperor Wilhelm II. after only two years of prison.

Voigt subsequently used his popularity to make money with public appearances, which were not exactly welcomed by the authorities. On the day of his release, he earned 200 Mark (1200 €) for making a record on which he stated: “My longing to walk as a free man amongst the free grew ever greater in me. I am free now, but I wish and ask God to keep me from becoming an outlaw again.”

The record became a bestseller. Two days later, a visit to his sister in Rixdorf caused a mighty concourse of prople which made an intervention by the police necessary. His autobiography published a year later became a record-seller. He went on tour in Germany (where his appearance sometimes caused riots between visitors and the police), Europe and even the USA and Canada. As he was still unable to obtain a secured legal residence permit in Germany, he mover to Luxemburg, where he worked as a waiter and shoemaker after his publicity had subsided. In addition, he received a pension by a rich dowager from Berlin. He had acquired a certain wealth and was among the first citizens of Luxemburg who owned a car.

When Luxemburg was occupied by the Germans during world war I in 1914, he was once again questioned by the police. The officer noted: “It remains puzzling to me how this wretched man could once shake Prussia.” Due to the war and the subsequent inflation, his wealth was ruined, and smoking had ruined his health. He died in 1922 in great poverty, aged 72. Legend has it that his funeral procession encountered a French squad stationed in Luxemburg, which asked for the identity of the dead. When the funeral party answered that he was the Captain of Köpenick, the French soldiers let them pass with military salute, believing that a real military member was carried to his grave.

Voigt’s charade was immediately subject of satirical theatre plays. The day after, a Berlin cabaret played a piece in which a squad of soldiers was silently nodding to everything their superiors said, no matter how stupid and ridiculous it would be. Less that three months after, three independent short films appeared in the cinemas. A comic entitled “The Captain of Köpenic, an eerily beautiful story of dim-witted subservient spirit” appeared. A first feature film written and directed by Siegfried Dessauer appeared in 1926 (it was largely destroyed by the Nazis in the 1930s). The Captain of Köpenick became a literary figure in 1931 when Carl Zuckmayer wrote a very successful stage play, which served as the script for several feature films in 1931 (with Max Adalbert), 1956 (with Heinz Rühmann), and 1997 (with Harald Juhnke).

An English adaptation of Zuckmayer’s stage play appeared in 1971. In 1968, a schlager appeared, first interpreted by Drafi Deutscher and since covered by many bands and singers.

Since 2006, the play is staged every yar in the ceremonial hall of the town hall of Köpenick. Each Wednesday and Saturday at 11 a.m., the charade is reenacted in front of the Köpenick town hall, the original location. The film museum of Berlin has an original clip showing Wilhelm Voigt in 1908.

The original uniform used by Voigt is preserved and on display in the town hall of Köpenick.

In 1996, a statue was set up in front of the town hall of Köpenick.

There is also a memorial plaque, which reads: “In this town hall, the shoemaker Wilhelm Voigt (February 13, 1849 – January 3, 1922) seized the city treasury in the afternoon of October 16, 1906 as ‘Captain of Köpenick’. This act went down in history as the Köpenickiade. He became a literary figure by the eponymous stage play by Carl Zuckmayer (1931).”

His grave is preserved in Luxemburg and kept by a group of members of the European Parliament.

Park Dae-im was drafted by the Japanese Imperial Army in 1934 and forced into prostitution in the service of the Japanese troops invading China. She was sent to a euphemistically-named comfort station in Mukden, now Shenyang, China, where she received a residence permit for foreigners, which she has kept with care as proof of her past.

INDIA, Abhaneri : Indian men walk down the steps of the historic Chand Baori stepwell  in Abhaneri village of western Rajasthan state on September 24, 2015. For a few hours on one day each year, local residents are permitted to descend into the 100-foot-deep, 1,200-year-old stepwell, as Hindu devotees in the area mark a local festival, at the same time as Hindus worldwide observe Ganesh Chaturthi festivities. Chand Baori is one of the oldest and largest stepwells in the world, with some 3,500 steps laid out in a geometric design down to the water at its base. AFP PHOTO / ALEX OGLE                        

willgriggs  asked:

sterek : "You want me to do what?” :)

+ “Are you flirting with me?”

inspired by this post

“You want me to do what?” Derek asks, because surely, he must’ve heard wrong. There is no those words just left his mother’s mouth; she’s not one for jokes.

“You heard me,” Talia says, smiling tightly like she can suddenly read his mind too. “I want you to lead the negotiations with the newly arrived McCall pack. You’re going to work out a contract with whoever Scott McCall sends that is beneficial for both sides. They will ask for permission to stay on our territory at least until the pack graduates college, which I am willing to grant them, as well as mutual  protection and assistance should the need arise, with a no-aggression clause from both sides. ”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought I heard,” Derek mutters darkly. “I’m not entirely sure I understand, though.”

“I’m with Derek on that one,” Laura says, raising her hand.  "I mean this in the nicest way possible, and please don’t take this the wrong way but Mum…did you hit your head?“

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anonymous asked:

How are Palestinians treated badly by Arabs??

Yes Palestinians are treated badly by Arabs. The only Arab countries that treats Palestinians fairly (That I know of) are Yemen, Sudan, and Algeria.

I lived in Egypt for 5 years and witnessed/experienced some disgusting harassment, on the border between Gaza and Egypt we would be treated like a flock of sheep in a slaughterhouse and with government officials whenever we wanted to renew our residency permit in Egypt we had to bribe some so they won’t blackmail us by revoking our residency permit and post Mubarak Era whenever we visit Egypt and someone asked us about our nationality we lie and tell them we are Lebanese to avoid confrontation.

All Arab countries:

Palestinians are not allowed to become citizens of Arab countries, in accordance with Arab League Decree 1547 for 1959, “in order to preserve the Palestinian entity and Palestinian identity.” Even in Jordan they can no longer become citizens.

Palestinians face severe travel restrictions throughout the Arab world. They do not receive passports and their travel documents are only accepted by a few countries.

Palestinians cannot vote or run for office in national elections.

Children born to Palestinians do not get citizenship in their host countries, violating Article 7 of the

Convention on the Rights of the Child.


1967: Jordan refused to allow Gazans who came after the Six Day War to become Jordanian citizens.

Today some 165,000 Palestinians in Jordan cannot become citizens and get no government services.

1970: 3500-5000 Palestinians killed and 20,000 Palestinians expelled, their camps demolished, in the Black September events.

1988: Jordan revoked citizenship for millions of West Bank Palestinians as they declared “independence.” As usual, this move was justified as being for their own good.

2010: Jordan continued to revoke citizenship for thousands more Palestinians

2012: Jordan passed an electoral law that effectively limits the number of Palestinian members of Parliament to less than 10%

2013: Jordan places Palestinian refugees from Syria in special camps that they cannot leave, separate from other refugees, and turns hundreds or thousands back to Syria.

2014: Palestinians who are citizens are still denied equal rights in the military, and on getting college scholarships and being admitted to some public universities, among other areas.


1948: Placed all Palestine refugees that reached Egypt into camps, forced men to go back to Palestine to fight.

1949: Expelled all Palestinian from Egyptian camps into Gaza. Very few Palestinian Arabs were left in Egypt.

1950: Egypt refused any UNRWA presence on its territory, relegating it to Gaza.

1949 - 1956: Any Palestinians in Egypt were barred from schooling and employment.

2013: Hundreds of Palestinian refugees from Syria

placed into jail as they try to enter Egypt

2013-now: Egypt has effectively closed the Rafah border with Gaza, even limiting hospital patients from traveling, effectively imprisoning 1.7 million Gazans.


1950-58: Would only issue one-way travel documents for Palestinians to leave the country

1962: Palestinians classified as “foreigners”: 73 job categories banned for Palestinians until 2010; now there are “only” 50 jobs off limits. They are still banned from working as physicians, journalists, pharmacists or lawyers.They are not permitted to build new houses or own property, or even to repair their homes. 

Martial law imposed on refugee camps. Army stops people from entering and exiting.

Limitations on schools for Palestinian “foreigners” Not allowed to live outside refugee camps, which in turn are not allowed to grow. Population of camps is now triple capacity. 

Palestinians not allowed to create organizations.

1975-78: At least 5000 Palestinians killed in Lebanese civil war

1985-88: Thousands killed in “War of the Camps”

1995: Law prohibiting Palestinians from entering country without a visa; and visas weren’t issued. Those expelled from Gulf states could not return to Lebanon. (Law repealed in 1999.)

2005: Specific laws prohibiting foreigners who are not “nationals of a recognized state” - Palestinians - from owning property. Those who owned it previously cannot pass it to their children.

2007: 31,000 Palestinians homeless because while Lebanese Army destroyed Nahr el Bared camp

2013: Some 50,000 refugees from Syria treated differently from other Syrian refugees; expensive temporary short-term visas effectively make them criminals

2013: Lebanon starts turning some Palestinian Syrian refugees away at the border


1991: 400,000 Palestinians

were harassed and forced out of the country.


1994-5: Expelled 30,000 Palestinians, dismissed many from their jobs and confiscated their houses

Arab countries refused to take in the new refugees. Hundreds were stranded in the desert or the sea. Eventually Libya allowed some to stay but kept threatening to expel them again. In the end about 15,000 were forced to go to Arab countries they had documents for, Gulf countries, and Western nations.

2011: Palestinians were forced to pay a special tax of $1550.

2012: Many Palestinians lost their homes as properties were claimed by others in the wake of the revolution and the collapse of the judicial system.

2014: Banned Palestinians from entering in what is billed as a temporary move, because they say Palestinians are involved in terror groups.


2005: After Saddam Hussein lost power, Palestinians in Iraq were subjected to

abduction, hostage-taking, killing and torture

from armed groups. Politicians derided them. About


were forced to leave Iraq. Thousands were stranded in camps in the desert between Iraq and Syria, where no Arab country would allow them to enter.


1994: Refused to grant Palestinians work visas.


1970: Palestinians cannot vote, cannot run for office, cannot own farmland, cannot own more than one property..

2005-2008: Syria did not allow thousands of Palestinian Arab refugees fleeing from Iraq to enter the country.

2012-today: Some

2000 Palestinians killed so far in Syria’s war. About 50 have starved to death as forces cut off all food and water to the Yarmouk camp.

I am not yet a Belgian citizen, I am a Belarusian citizen with a Belgian residence permit. I have lived in this country for ten years, I am fully integrated and assimilated in the Belgian society, I study, I work, we pay taxes. We do everything an average Belgian family does. We are what you call honest and dutiful. We contribute to this society and we respect the values and norms of this country. I speak Dutch and French, I am respectful, honest, and a model citizen. 

Why am I telling this? A few years ago I applied for naturalization. It’s a logical step, considering I’ve lived in this country for almost half of my life and it’s a part of who I am. The process is still ongoing. 

Three years ago I wanted to go hiking solo in Scotland during the summer vacation. Because Great Britain is not included in the Schengen and because I’m not a European citizen, I had to apply for a visum, which is a very expensive, slow, and difficult process. I paid approximately €500 for everything that I needed for this application… and I was denied entry into the country (my money of course not returned). Why? Because they seemed to find it strange that I was traveling on my own. They seemed to find it suspicious that a white, christian, 19yo girl wanted to travel to Scotland on her own (which is something students do every year, girls and boys). They left a stamp of denial in my passport and bid me farewell. 
I didn’t cry for long, went to the Thai embassy here in Belgium and asked for a Thai visum that I received within three days for €30. I went to hike on my own through the entire country of Thailand for a few weeks. 

Fast forward to a year later, I’m doing an internship on a gas carrier (a ship that carries liquified gas). One of our port stops is Tees in England. After more than a month at sea this was supposed to be my disembarkation port, time to go home after a long month of hard work. Suddenly the coast guard came to inspect our vessel because I was not allowed to set foot on the British soil, as I was denied entry before. I was not allowed to LEAVE England to go home. As if I’d even want to set foot on the soil of a country that has treated me like crap before. I think I’ll stay away for a while, thanks very much. I just wanted to board a plane to go home, but they advised me to stay on board and sail away, or I’d be deported. 
A week later I was in Oslo, Norway where I could disembark without a problem and go home.

My point is… I’m a model citizen. I’m a perfectly assimilated, integrated, Belgian citizen. I haven’t done a single thing wrong ever in my life. I don’t smoke, I don’t drink, I don’t do drugs, I work, I study, I don’t litter, I am not racist or bigoted, I am more Belgian than some Belgians are.

So how is it possible that someone with ties to terrorists, to jihadists, with a history of radical thinking can go in and out of Britain without a single threshold on his way, without a single problem; but I would be deported if I set foot on British soil? How stupid is this system that allows jihadis to literally breed like rabbits across all of Europe, but I still don’t have my passport and I can’t travel to freaking Britain without paying half a thousand euros without any guarantee that I’ll actually be able to go? 

I’ve never been more disappointed. 

Europe seeks the legal ways to reject multiculturalism

There are at least two noteworthy tendencies in connection with the refugee crisis that point at the palpable changes in the European politics since the Second World War: firstly, not only more conservative Eastern European, but also Western European governments (Denmark, Switzerland, Austria, Great Britain, Germany) take legislative measures to limit and, potentially, stop the refugee influx in European countries; secondly, even though the biggest media platforms, after the infamous cover up of the New Year sexual assaults, still condemn and warn against the rise of “xenophobic” and “far right” moods in Europe, currently they highlight enough respective statistic data, crimes committed by the refugees and proofs for their incredibly low cultural level to ignite the “far right” sympathies among the regular European citizens themselves.

Note that only openly leftist organizations and communities whose abstract ideology at present is persuasively rejected by life itself, as never before by all sound criticism of their political opponents, try to undermine the police reports and stories of the victims and eyewitnesses claiming that there were no mass sexual assaults on the New Year’s Eve in Cologne and other chronicles of the immigrants’ misdeeds in Europe. Paradoxically, a similar stance took various Western “conservatives,” above all, Muslim, for whom religion is more important than the European identity. They presume that these so-called anti-refugee “provocations” were staged by the political forces that aim to destabilize the EU, first and foremost, by Putin’s Russia - the idea that sounds ridiculous even to Ukrainian nationalists who, apart from Russian nationalists, know better than anyone else that modern Russia is one of the most anti-national and immigrant-friendly countries in the world.

The reason for this is clear - one simply fails to commemorate all atrocious crimes that were committed lately by the refugees. Yesterday Europeans were shocked by a story of a Lithuanian teenager Arminas Pileckas who decided to defend his sexually harrassed female classmate and consequently got stabbed to death by his another Muslim classmate, a “refugee” from Syria named Akhmed, today the same horrible thing happens to Alexandra Mezher, a 22-year-old Swedish girl and a social worker at the juvenile refugee camp who was described as “an angel” by her relatives and acquaintances and who was killed by Youssaf Khaliif Nuur, a “15-year-old” Muslim refugee from Somali apparently for her unconditional kindness. More precisely, both cases of quite literal backstabbing happened in Sweden, on Jan. 11 and Jan. 25 respectively.

A week before, Swedish policemen had to escape in a life-saving attempt from a refugee camp after they tried to relocate a 10-year-old boy who was reportedly repeatedly raped there. Alexandra’s mother directly accused Swedish authorities of overpopulating the Gothenburg area with antisocial immigrants; National Police Commissioner Dan Eliasson initiated his own resignation campaign when he justified the murderer as a person who presumably underwent some kind of trauma.

However, 17-year-old Danish girl who prevented a rapist from further attacks by using a pepper spray against him after he pushed her to the ground and tried to undress her near to the refugee camp, is likely to be charged with a fine, for applying the pepper spray, in other words, self-defense, turned out to be “illegal” in Sonderborg, Denmark. In the meanwhile, Geert Wilders, leader of the Dutch Freedom Party, handed out the red-paint spray to the big crowd of his supporters in the town of Spijkenisse to “protect women from testosterone bombs waging sexual jihad.” He promised to close the borders if elected. Currently, his party has 12 seats in the Dutch parliament; according to a survey by Ipsos, it’s likely to win top 32 seats in the near future.

Another dark side of the refugee issue which proves that it’s not a matter of the clash between two cultures, but rather of a culture, dying or not, with the underdeveloped intruders, is the asylum seekers’ behaviour in the swimming pools. It has been noticed that the refugees not only sexually harass women, but also masturbate and defecate in the pool, including in the children’s days. The same happens in the shower cabins at the refugee camps. The swimming pools expectedly closed their doors to such “precious” guests. After the case of Danish girl got media attention, several nightclubs in Sonderborg, as a preventive means, banned from entering those visitors who cannot speak Danish, German or English. Nightspots of the German city of Freiburg also imposed a ban on entering for the refugees after their administration received complaints of women about being fed “date-rape” drugs and harassed in the toilets.

In a wake of the famous carnival in Cologne, its organizers handed out to the refugess the symptomatic leaflets containing the rules of behavior during the carnival, which warned against drinking alcohol, groping women and urinating in public. Given that the refugees, again, attack not only European, but also their female compatriots at the refugee camps, it is quite strange to hear from Cologne’s Muslim preacher Imam Sami Abu-Yusuf that women themselves are guilty of the New Year’s Eve assaults. In the interview to Russian REN TV he claimed that the incidents happenned, because women were not dressed properly and used perfume. He also contended that the perpetuators were men of the North African origin, not Salafists like himself. Reaction of German Interior Ministry spokesman Dr. Tobias Plate, who previously harshly criticized the cover-up of New Year’s Eve attacks, was unequivocal: “His statements are typical thinking for a Salafist. Not just he but other Salafists and Salafists on online platforms have justified the rape of women in the same way.”

Overall, due to the rape epidemic in Germany the open border policy of the German Chancellor Angela Merkel came under heavy fire not only from her political rivals like “Alternative For Germany,” but also from the members of her own party. Over 40 members of the latter sent to the party leader an open letter in which they urged Merkel to face the reality of her destructive and irresponsible refugee course. Germans anticipate the changes during the upcoming March election in Germany or even the pre-term election that could deprive Merkel of the political power.

Previously, Alexander Dobrindt, Transport Minister of Germany and a member of the Bavarian Christian Social Union (CSU), called on Merkel to initiate a full border closure and be prepared to act alone if other European countries do not adhere to the same decision. Jan. 14 Peter Dreier, the head of Bavaria’s Landshut area, which is the main entry point for the refugees, sent a bus carrying 51 asylum seekers to Merkel’s office in Berlin due to a lack of “decent accommodation” for them in Landshut. In the end he had to accommodate them himself, and Merkel’s media resources mocked this move as “childish.” However, the subsequent “party rebellion” showed that such political actions are not that harmless for Merkel’s reputation.

Revealed data on the multiple identities used by migrants traveling across Europe, disillusionment of social workers at the refugee camps who faced death threats when they tried to explain the “asylum seekers” that they can’t provide them with a luxury apartment, car and pristigious job and so on made obvious that Europe mostly deals with merely “economic” migrants. In particular, it was underlined by a number of Eastern European statesmen that refused from accepting the mandatory “refugee quotas” (Czech Republic, Hungary, Romania and Slovakia). Moreover, the Czech Republic invited Hungary, Poland and Slovakia to a special summit on migration that will be held next month.

Surprisingly, Western European politicians also started undermining the EU refugee policy. Holland’s EU commissioner Frans Timmermans claimed that 60 % of the “asylum seekers” were not fleeing conflict. The bravest measures took Denmark that Jan. 26 passed by an overwhelming majority a law approving of seizing the assets of refugees in return for their right to get an asylum and live at the refugee centres in Denmark. The changes in the refugee policy, aimed at making Denmark “less attractive” for the refugees, marked a shift to the right in the country’s political spectrum and growing popularity of the anti-immigrant People’s Party. The measures, which include confiscating migrants’ valuables by the police (cash or assets worth over €1,300) in order to maintain their upkeep and making harder the reunion of the family members (which will have to wait up to 3 years), have been already compared by the UN to the treatment of Jews in the Third Reich.

Although the controversial bills are believed to violate the European Convention on Human Rights, the UN Convention on the Rights of the Child, and the UN Refugee Convention, Switzerland didn’t hesitate to follow Denmark’s footsteps. From now on Switzerland will seize refugees’ assets that are worth more than 1,000 Swiss francs (€900). Besides, the asylum seekers who get the refugee status will have to pay 10 % of their wages for a period of up to 10 years in order to cover 15,000 francs spent for their upkeep. However, if the migrant leaves the country within 7 months, he’ll get his money back.

Germany also introduced the legislation that obliges the refugees to hand over their cash, jewellery and valuables to the state in return for granting them a residence permit and a place to live. In Bavaria, the refugees will be allowed to keep cash and items worth up to 750 euros (£578), in Baden-Wurttemberg the authorities will confiscate those over 350 euros (£270).

Quite revolutionary steps were made by Austria, too. The country temporarily suspended Schengen agreement and introduced a strict border control. Austrian Chancellor Werner Faymann promised to sort out the refugees and send the “economic” ones to the countries of their origin. Besides, Austria threatened Greece to exclude it from the Schengen zone, since the latter remains one of the main entrances point to the EU for the illegal asylum-seekers. Austria’s case is especially interesting, since its separate regions, relying on a common historical legacy of Austrian, Central and Eastern European peoples, tend to Eastern Europe as a geopolitical center of the future pan-European revival.

The French Prime Minister Manuel Valls called for the strict control of Europe’s external borders, too, arguing that “it’s Europe that can die, not the Schengen area.” David Cameron, the UK Prime Minister, refused to apologize for describing the refugees in the French city of Calais as a “bunch of migrants.” Led by British anarchists from the organization “No Borders,” who defaced a statue of Charles de Gaulle, the latter tried to strom the harbour and partially occupied Spirit of Britain ferry. Criticising Google’s £130million tax deal, Cameron said: “They met with a bunch of migrants in Calais and said they could come to Britain - the only people they never stand up for are hardworking British families.” Finally, Jan. 28 Swedish Interior Minister Anders Ygeman promised to expel from the country on chartered jets 80,000 immigrants whose asylum applications were rejected.

The events in Europe prove that it’s a high time to introduce tough measures on the refugee policy in Europe: the refugee camps and even mosques are being set on fire, growing Finnish organization “Soldiers of Odin” continues patrolling the streets in search for the violent migrant groups, nationalists in Burgas, Bulgaria protest against the refugee influx, various identitarian organizations hold solidarity rallies in support of the patriotic European forces, etc. The geopolitical subject that is able to serve as a platform for all-European Reconquista is recongnized in Eastern Europe more and more often.

Scan - The notice of deportation given to George Harrison, dated 1 November 1960.

Signed by Bruno Koschmider, it reads:

November 1st, 1960


I the undersigned, hereby give notice to Mr. GEORGE HARRISON and to BEATLES’ BAND to leave on November 30th 1960.

The notice is given to the above by order of the Public Authorities who have discovered that Mr. GEORGE HARRISON is only 17 (seventeen) years of age.”

“When the group accepted a position at Hamburg’s hottest venue, the Top Ten, the owner of the Kaiserkeller, the club they’d been playing, retaliated by notifying local authorities that George Harrison was still under eighteen - and thereby was playing adult clubs illegally. Within twenty-four hours, the police raided the Beatles ‘looking for the one called Harrison.’ Lennon replied, 'What the fuck do you want him for? He hasn’t done anything.’” - A Rolling Stone Tribute to George Harrison

“At all clubs, they used to read out a notice every night saying that all people under 18 had to leave. Someone eventually realized I was only 17, without a work permit or a resident permit. So I had to leave. I had to go home on my own, I felt terrible.” - George Harrison, The Beatles Authorized Biography

George was brought to the train station by Astrid and Stu; as Astrid remembered in the Davies penned authorized biography: “Little George, all lost. I gave him a big bag of sweets and some apples. He threw his arms around me and Stu, which was the sort of demonstrative thing they never did.”

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sofie-fatale  asked:

#10 for that Fake AU (riarkle)!!!

Here you go!

AU #10 “I am going to be fired if I won’t obtain a residence permit in another country and you are my co-worker and happen to be from this country so let’s get marry pls I don’t want to lose this job.”

When Riley decided to move to London, It had been a long shot. She wanted to explore the world  and meet new people. Maya had agreed to move in with her while she some got some job experience and in a year or two, they would move back to New York City. Riley and Maya lived in a tiny apartment, heck; they could barely afford anything, but they were together, and that’s all that mattered.

It was just another day at the office job she worked at. She looked as professional as possible - her white blouse tucked into her black pencil skirt with her adorable purple booties she loved. Wherever Riley went, so did her purple booties. She didn’t know anyone, except for a guy named Farkle. Farkle was Riley’s age, and he too was from New York City. Everyone else looked at her like she was crazy when she first got the job, except for Farkle, who smiled, shook her hand, and gave her tips on how to get by with a boring job like this one.

Riley settled into her wooden desk - a stack of papers already covering it. When she first got the job, she figured it would be a breeze. Little did she know, that because she was a newcomer, she had the most dirt work to do, and that left her with piles and piles of work, never actually catching a break.

Riley furiously started signing off sheets and stuffing papers in envelopes that would be picked up by the mailman this afternoon - she was already behind schedule. Two legs suddenly landed on her desk, legs that belonged to Farkle. He was snacking on a bag of chips, his eyes searching the papers in front of her.

“You know, they should pay you more - with all the work you do around here,” Farkle suggested, crunching down on another one of his chips.

“Tell that to our boss, Farkle,” replied Riley, still folding letters into envelopes.

“Well, I did come over here for a reason,” he announced, a broad smile on his lips.

“Well, what is, Farkle?” Riley asked, “I have to get all this shit done before noon.”

 Farkle laughed, “Riles, the reason I came over here was to tell you that the boss wants to see you.”

The boss never wanted to see her, in fact, he regularly ignored her. Riley was surprised he even knew her name. That was why when Farkle told her that he wanted to see her in his office, she had got extremely nervous. Dear God, she couldn’t lose this job, she desperately needed this job. It wasn’t that her resume wasn’t impressive, it was because she wasn’t from London, and she had no experience in London, at all, for that matter, so because of this, she had a very hard time getting a job. 

Riley settled into the seat across from where her boss was sitting, the chair squeaking in the process. He did not look impressed, what had she done that was so terrible? She made sure to get all her work done at the end of the day, she was never late, she smiled at everyone, she was a wonderful employee.

“Riley, do you know what a Residence Permit is?” he asked, his eyebrows raising. Riley looked at him confused, of course, she knew what a residence permit was - why was he asking that?

“O- of course, sir,” she stammered, her wide eyes confused.

“Well, then you know you don’t have one, which means I can no longer keep you as an employee. I know you have worked very hard at this job… but you need to have a residence permit. I could get in a lot of trouble for allowing you to keep your job under these circumstances,” he explained, his face formed a frown.

Riley couldn’t believe what she was hearing; she was losing her job? She always knew she needed to get a residence permit, although it eventually slipped her mind and she’d completely forgotten about it. Riley knew one thing for sure - she couldn’t - no - she wouldn’t lose this job. No matter what it took.

Her boss was about to dismiss her when the words flew from Riley’s lips, “Wait! Sir! I’m married to a man who has a residence permit,” she started, “we moved here together last year, and I didn’t think I needed one because he has one and I wouldn’t be telling you this if it wasn’t the uttermost truth…”

Her boss gave her a questioning look. Please believe it. Please. The look on Riley’s face made him decide to give her a second chance, although, what he expected, was a marriage certificate, and that would be a problem.

“Fine,” he sighed, “I want to see your official marriage certificate in the next few days, or else you’ll lose your job, Riley.”

Riley had no idea what to do next. Why did she get herself into these type of situations? Getting married? At twenty-three? To a random person, she didn’t know? It was ridiculous. It wasn’t like she could just go and get a residence permit in the next few days - that would take weeks. She didn’t have weeks; she had days.

Farkle saw Riley’s worried look went over to check on her. She was chewing at her nails and staring at the papers all over her desk. 

“So… it went that bad?” he asked, leaning on her desk in front of her, so she was no longer looking at the papers but at Farkle’s torso. Riley’s eyes flew up to his blue ones, his gaze wavering concern. 

“I need to have a residence permit, or I can’t keep the job,” she whispered.

“Okay…” he started, “so why don’t you just get a temporary resident permit? I mean it’s super easy, you just fill out a bunch of forms, and that should be easy for you considering you do that every single -“

“You don’t understand,” she cut him off, “I need it in three days. I told him I was married to someone who has a residence permit. That’s the only reason I am sitting in this desk still.”

“Well shit, Riles, I’m not sure what I should tell you.”

She wasn’t sure what she expected him to say, but it certainly was not that. It’s not like a guy would magically appear in front of her that she could marry, I mean it couldn’t be a stranger, it would have to be someone she knew enough and got along with and -

“Farkle! My wonderful Farkle!” she sang, squeezing his cheeks. Farkle’s face changed from amused to confused in a matter of seconds. Riley had a plan, and she wasn’t too sure Farkle would like it. 

NO - OKAY - NO!” Farkle yelled, “I am not getting married to you so that you can qualify for a residence permit!”

“Please, Farkle” she begged. “I need this job. We would get divorced before I leave for New York City, and we wouldn’t have to act like a couple or get dressed up to get married or anything,” she compromised, shifting on her couch.

Farkle and Riley were currently in her small apartment after she practically harassed him to come over. Farkle had never seen her apartment before, and he was, to say the least, a little uncomfortable with Riley’s ask for a favour as soon as he walked through her door.

“Riley, getting married is a big deal, I can’t just get married to you because you need to keep your job. I mean… we barely know each other.”

“That’s not true!” she pushed, “you love science, and you told me all about how when you were younger you wore turtlenecks, and you’re rich and -“

“Okay, so, you know me a little bit. That doesn’t mean we could act like we’re married for the next year at our job. Everyone will know, Riley. They’ll find out, and we’ll have to look at least at each other like we’re married. Do you even know what a married couple looks like?”

“It’ll be easy!” she exclaimed, “we can get married this weekend and then we just need to act like a couple for a week or so and then it’ll die down, and no one will even look at us! Please, Please Please Farkle. I need this job, and I’d do the same for you if you asked.”

One word. That’s all it took to change everything.



*3 days later*

Riley was standing in her boss’s office, a marriage certificate in her hand, along with Farkle. To be honest, she was surprised that Farkle went through with it. Riley and Farkle spent the whole day Saturday finding a last minute clerk to marry the two of them. Of course, Maya decided to tag along. How could she miss her best friend getting married, even if it was just a fake marriage? Farkle grumbled through the whole ceremony,  complaining to Maya how Riley owed him big time.

“Matthews, just because you have a marriage certificate doesn’t mean I believe you’re married to Mr. Minkus.” He pointed, raising his eyes from his paperwork.

“In all respect, sir, we don’t have to prove anything to you,” Farkle bit back while crossing his arms over his chest. Riley was surprised he was so quick to defend her. 

Their boss raised his eyebrows at that, almost amused by the conversation which was taking place. “If both of you want to keep your job, you will have to prove to me that this-“ he motioned back and forth between the two of them, “is real.” 

What did he expect them to do, make out in front of the whole office?

 “You can’t do that! We have rights!” Growled Farkle.

 “Oh, but I think I can. Well? Are you just going to stand there or what?”

Farkle looked at Riley with wide eyes, his mouth opening, and closing, as though he was fumbling for the right words, and then all at once, they came spilling out. “Riley listen - we don’t have to prove anything, you’re a perfectly capable woman and can get another job, and I can help you, you’re so wonderful, and I love being your friend and I don’t want to mess that -“

Riley, who was done with Farkle’s rambling, pulled him closer by his black tie, right before kissing him hard on the lips.

Riley was expecting a quick kiss, but not this. Farkle’s lips moved with hers, and it was easily the nicest kiss she’d ever experienced. Farkle’s hands found their way into Riley’s long brown hair, pulling her closer to him. Farkle’s teeth slightly bit into Riley’s bottom lip, and Riley had to suppress a gasp from her mouth. The kiss was so good that Riley wanted to melt into him - she wanted to kiss his neck, and jaw and -

 “Ahem,” someone interrupted. Riley almost was about to get angry before she remembered where they were. Oh. My. God. Riley flung herself away from Farkle, not sure where to look and what to do with herself. Farkle, on the other hand, was smirking right at her. Well, I guess she could check “making out with a guy in her boss’s office” off her bucket list.

“Well, Mrs. Minkus, I suppose you’re off the hook for now.” Riley’s boss concluded, not even looking up at her, although, she could see the little smile spread across his face as he continued on with his paperwork.

Maybe getting married wasn’t such a bad idea after all. 

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U.A.E. Closes Airspace to Qatar Flights as Gulf Spat Intensifies

The United Arab Emirates banned all international flights serving Doha from flying through its airspace amid an escalating diplomatic crisis between Qatar and its Persian Gulf neighbors.

U.A.E.’s airspace will be closed to any planes flying to or from the Qatari capital until further notice, the country’s civil aviation authority said Thursday in an emailed statement. The move expands on an earlier ban on direct flights between the two countries and U.A.E. travel restrictions outlined Wednesday on Qatari passport-holders and citizens of other nations who have Qatari residence permits.

The U.A.E. joined countries including neighbors Saudi Arabia and Bahrain in severing diplomatic ties with Qatar this week as well as any air, sea or land links. They accuse the tiny Gulf state of supporting Islamist militant groups, an allegation it denies. With all adjacent Arabian peninsula nations now either shutting their airspace to Qatar or demanding advance clearance, planes serving the country are now limited to routes to its north, via Iran and Kuwait. That disrupts flights to Doha particularly from Africa, India and Southeast Asia, which would usually use shortcuts over Saudi Arabia and the U.A.E.

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Qatar Airways said Wednesday that it chartered four flights to return passengers from Saudi Arabia to Doha via Kuwait or Oman, which haven’t cut ties. Otherwise, “global operations are continuing to run smoothly and remain unaffected,” Chief Executive Officer Akbar Al Baker said in a statement at the time. The carrier didn’t respond Thursday to requests for comment on the U.A.E.’s move.

The state-owned airline has been the biggest victim of the Gulf travel bans, another blow to its earnings amid woes including the U.S.’s prohibition on laptops in plane cabins and reduced premium-class travel as low oil prices hamper the region’s economic growth.

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