state intervention

honestly ignoring our struggles or even when we mention them… no matter how informed some folks are, it seems that we are still casually dismissed as defected machines that need to be fixed with forced state intervention. 

its so difficult and I can imagine you’ve been there where you are passionately chatting away with a friend about politics then you bring up disability and then they go “ohhhhhhhhh buuuuutt… isn’t that good tho? I’ve heard good things.” 

How can one be taken seriously as pro social justice if they fundamentally believe that our bodies need forced state-intervention to make our bodies work like the body made for 40 hour manual labour work weeks? And only for the purpose of creating profits for someone at the expense of our health. 

Locked Out // Byun Baekhyun {part two}

Requested: Yes!

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun X Reader

Genre: Collage!AU

Mentions Of: Mean words that some kiddos might not be able to handle.

Word Count: 5.8k

Description: Hi, I’m Y/N, and I’m the Queen of Fucking Everything Up. Here I am, locked outside on a balcony with a dude I shared and awkward hook-up with once and I’d been avoiding ever since, while his ex-girlfriend cries her eyes out and I freeze my ass off in the September air. *Freeze frame* *record scratch* You already know how I got myself into this situation, but I bet you’re probably wondering how I got myself out of this situation? Without further ado, here’s how I managed to come in a full circle and sort my life out, all in one crazy night.

A/N: Finally, it’s done! I actually feel really sad that Locked Out is over :( I hope that it’s lived up to your standards! By the way, all of the opinions expressed in the Never Have I Ever game are pretty much false, I just thought it would be entertaining to add some of them in there. Thank you so much for your support, and, as always, enjoy!

Part one: Here!

Originally posted by baeksilisk


18th September, 3:12pm

“Y/N, you need an intervention,” Sehun stated as he burst through my bedroom door with absolutely no regard for my privacy. “So here it is.”

“Argh, what are you talking about?” I groaned, pulling my flowery blanket over my head, pathetically attempting to fall back asleep and avoid having this conversation with Sehun.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Sehun approached my bed and sat on the edge with precaution. “Honestly, I’m worried about you. Y/N, you can’t keep living like this.”

“Go away Sehun, unless you’re bringing me food,” I grumbled in reply. Sehun sighed loudly and his footsteps echoed on my floor, so I assumed he was leaving once again - I let out a loud yelp when the blanket was forcefully ripped away and the cold air hit my face.

“Seriously, Y/N, what you’re doing to yourself is not healthy whatsoever. It’s 3pm and you haven’t even left your bedroom once today. When was the last time you had a shower?”

“Okay, I get it, Sehun. I’m a pathetic loser who can’t even take care of herself anymore.” I sat up in my bed and an ugly scowl crossed my face. Sehun knew I didn’t want to discuss how, in a short month, I’d become a recluse who wouldn’t even leave her room. It was embarrassing, but I couldn’t help it.

“That’s not what I meant.” Sehun sat down next to me again and placed an arm around my back and rubbed it slowly. “I hate seeing you like this. Yeah, you made a mistake, and yeah, those girls were bitches to you-”

“They were bitches,” I agreed.

“But by moping in your room, feeling sorry for yourself, you’re giving them the satisfaction of knowing they broke you. You don’t want them to win, right? Show them you’re stronger than that!”

“You’re right!” I exclaimed, suddenly full of energy for the first time in one and a half months. “I was a total idiot, but they had no right to treat me like that!”

I’d spent the last six weeks locked in my room, trying to escape the nasty messages my ex-best friend’s clique had been sending me. Okay, so I wasn’t totally innocent in all of this. I’d been an accessory in my best friend’s boyfriend’s cheating debacle, and then acted all shocked when it came back to bite me in the ass. Truth be told, in my ignorance, I thought I’d gotten away with it too.

“A friend of a friend of Suho’s is having a party tonight,” spoke Sehun. He’d convinced me to come hang out with him in the longue, which was a big step for me considering only ten minutes ago I’d been set on avoiding human interaction for the rest of my life.

“I was planning to go by myself but since you’re in such a positive mood, maybe it would be good for you to come too.”

I frowned, nibbling at my bottom lip distractedly. “Friend of a friend?”

“He said it’s not going to be a big party. Just a small gathering,” Sehun rushed to add. One of the brightest smiles I’d ever seen covered his face when I exclaimed, “oh, what the hell. I’ll go,” and it grew even bigger when I added, “damn it, that means I’ll have to get dressed up.”


18th September, 9:42pm

“For god’s sake, Y/N, stop stressing out! It’s going to be fine,” Sehun sighed as he grabbed my hand, forcing an end to my pacing.

“I know, I know,” I muttered back, relaxing slightly. Sehun and I were standing by the curb next to a brightly lit multi-story apartment. Our close friend’s Chanyeol and Suho had insisted we wait for them to get there so we could all go in together. Other people heading to the party smiled as they passed us which reassured me greatly - they either didn’t recognise me or couldn’t care less about what I’d done.

It was another quarter of an hour before our friends actually decided to show up. At first, I was feeling really confident in my sparkly thigh length dress, but now, with the autumn wind chilling me to the bone, I was starting to regret my choice of dress.

“Y/N, you actually showed up!” Suho joked as the two approached Sehun and I. He wrapped me in a warm bear hug and I quickly replied, “well, I figured since I’d basically hit rock bottom, I couldn’t possibly go any lower.”

“You figured you had nothing left to lose, right?” Chanyeol added, coping Suho as I found solace in his fuzzy winter jacket.

Finally, our group was complete (well, apart from Baekhyun. There was a sort of absence that us four seemed to be doing our best to ignore) and we headed inside. By now, I guessed most of the people who were planning to show up for the party were here already because we found the foyer empty.

“There’s a gold elevator?” Cried Sehun.

“He lives on the top floor too,” Suho replied as we piled into the spotless elevator.

“Who is he?” I questioned suspiciously. No one in my extended group of friends owned a penthouse apartment, that I was aware of.

“Uh…” Suho hesitated, glancing nervously at Sehun and Chanyeol before whispering, “you didn’t tell her?” Chanyeol was the first to speak.

“Luhan.” The elevator clicked open.

“You mean, that Lu Han?” I hollered as we poured into a short hallway, eyes bulging from my head.

Already we could hear bassy music blasting through the walls, and a cold sweat suddenly formed over my body. If this was the same Luhan who majored in animation, played a variety of sports, and had girls falling at his feet every time he looked at them, then this was going to be one wild party, to say the least.

And lets be real; there’s only one Luhan I know that’s rich enough to own his own penthouse.

No, I told myself, nothing, not even the fact basically the whole of Seoul will be at this party, is going to ruin my good mood. Nothing.


18th September, 10:06pm

“You must be Suho!” A voice called after said friend knocked on the door at the end of the hallway. The man in the doorway towered over me, but stood at around the same height as my friends. He had light brown hair and wore a leather jacket despite the obvious heat pouring from the apartment.

“It’s good to see you, Luhan,” smiled Suho. This was Luhan? he didn’t look a day over eighteen.

“Come on in! I think most guests are here already,” Luhan stated as he moved from the doorway to let us pass. “I haven’t seen you before, what’s your name?” He winked at me, causing Sehun to let out an exasperated sigh and push me forwards.

“Boy has to hit on everyone,” chuckled Sehun as we entered the party. As soon as we stepped through the door, I was instantly swept up in the partying lifestyle I’d been missing for so long. Loud techno music spewed from a stereo in one corner, while party-goers mingled around a couch. My month fell open when I realised that one whole wall of the penthouse was made entirely of glass, giving me an almost 180° view of the Seoul nightscape. It was covered by a thin, semi-see-through curtain, but it was still breath taking. Every inch of Luhan’s apartment dripped with sophistication - from the Picasso-like paintings on the wall behind me to the self service bar.

“I think I see Jihoon. I better go say hi,” stated Chanyeol, giving me a grin and double thumbs up before pushing through the crowd.

“I need to find the bathroom,” Suho added, flashing a bright smile as he was swallowed by the crowd.

“I think I’m going to find some of my friends also.” I nudged Sehun and he gave me an understanding smile.

““Sure, text me if you need anything at all.”

I decided to head to the kitchen in hopes of finding something there to drink. I was specifically looking for alcohol (I never wanted to be as drunk as I was that July night), but all the sweaty bodies pressed up against me was starting to make me dizzy.The kitchen was still crowded, but significantly less so. There was enough room in here that I could at least breathe without breathing on someone.

“Oh my god. No way,” someone said very loudly from the other end of the kitchen. I stood on my tiptoes to see what all the commotion was about only to be greeted with two boys staring in surprise right back at me.

“Y/N? Is that really you?” A man with snowy white hair gasped. “I can’t believe this.”

“Oh, you better believe it, Taeyong!” I chuckled back, heading to where the two were standing near a punchbowl.

“Have you been purposely avoiding us?” The other boy questioned.

“Bambam, of course not! I-”

“You never replied to any of my texts,” pouted Taeyong, earning himself a sweet smile.

“Yeah,” Bambam agreed. “We miss our study buddy!”

“I’m sorry guys,” I replied, although I had a smile on my face. “I’ve just had a lot of things going on recently.” I hoped the two wouldn’t ask me about it, but they’d probably heard all of the stories already.

Bambam nodded quickly. “Well, the good thing is that the library is a lot quieter since you’re not there,” he teased.

“That is the biggest lie I have ever heard. You’re still there, Bambam,” joked Taeyong as he passed me a cup of fruity punch, earning himself a slap on the shoulder from the other boy.

I laughed at the pair’s antics, and the reality of what I’d been missing out on by staying home hit me fully. I’d selfishly completely neglected all of my other friends, not just Sehun. But maybe getting out wouldn’t be all that bad.

“It was really nice catching up with you guys,” I smiled at my two friends. “I’m going to make my rounds, but I’ll talk with you later!”

“You better!” Bambam called as he and Taeyong waved me off. I turned to face them and yelled back, “I promise!” before twirling around again. I let out a loud yelp when I nearly ran smack-dab into a person coming around the corner to the kitchen. I muttered an apology before looking up to see who I’d almost bowled over: my heart instantly sunk. Baekhyun.

“Woah, gotta watch where you’re going, beautiful.” Baekhyun smiled at me cheekily, but it instantly disappeared when he sighted the stone cold glare I was giving him. I shoved away from him and quickly turned on my heel as he started to speak again.

“Wait, Y/N, we need to talk,” he called, and I didn’t even hesitate to push my way through the crowd to get away from him. In all honesty, I felt like a bit of a bitch. I still harboured incredibly strong feelings for him, but he had broken my trust as indirectly ruined my life. For that, I didn’t think I could ever forgive him.

‘You didn’t tell me Byun was going to be here!’ I quickly text Sehun, hoping Baekhyun had taken the hint and not followed me. He wasn’t.

I glanced to my left, deciding where I was most likely to find Sehun, when I spotted familiar bright pink hair. For the second time that night, my heart dropped.

YOU DIDN’T TELL ME IRENE WOULD BE HERE,’ I sent to Sehun. No response. So I headed right.

My spirits were lifted slightly when I received a large wave from a girl named Park Junghwa. I as a regular at the bookstore she worked for, and I was more than happy to engage in friendly conversation with her to forget about the two people I’d been avoiding for weeks on end.

Alas, I wasn’t going to let anyone ruin my good mood.


18th September, 11:21pm

Thankfully, Junghwa was happy to keep me company for most of the night. We wandered around, noseying through Luhan’s apartment, and Junghwa introduced me to some of her friends. (We’d also spent our time avoiding a very drunk Kim Taehyung who had apparently been going around smacking people’s drinks from their hands and kissing randoms). I’d spotted Sehun a couple of times since we parted; we shared smiles but I stayed my distance, partly because he was hanging around some guys I recognised as Baekhyun’s friends, and also I was aware how much he valued having his own friends.

However, Sehun did approach me later in the evening to ask if Junghwa and I wanted to join in for a classic game of ‘Never Have I Ever’.  Junghwa and I agreed so Sehun led us to a second living room across from the first lounge. As we were walking, I noted a small balcony hidden by a group of students crowded around a pool table in front of it. I could just see the bright lights of Seoul poking through the black curtain covering the doorway, which was probably why I hadn’t noticed it before.

By now, most of the party-goers had drifted towards the self service bar (save for the group by the pool table) so the second lounge was relatively empty. When Junghwa and I entered, I noticed a small circle had been formed already. All of the faces were familiar to me: Chanyeol, Suho, a dude named Yoongi, Jooheon and his friend Wonho, two girls named Sowon and Moonbyul, and Baekhyun, who I did my best to ignore. I would not let him ruin my night.

I found a space next to Jooheon who gave me a light pat on the knee as Wonho said, “right, so that’s everyone?”

Suddenly, Sowon stood up and raced out of the room, shouting, “I’ll be right back!” Everyone shared a look, and a few seconds later Sowon returned with her bubblegum-haired bestie.

I took a deep breath as Irene smiled at the faces around the circle - her smile dropped for a second when her eyes landed on me, but it was so brief I’m certain I was the only one who noticed.

Wonho shrugged as Irene and sat down and proceeded to explain the rules, through I’m pretty sure everybody knew how to play already.

“Okay, I’ll start with something simple,” Yoongi stated after everyone raised ten fingers. “Never Have I Ever dyed my hair.”

“You’re supposed to say something you haven’t done!” Laughed Junghwa as everyone in the circle put down one finger, and the questions continued clockwise. Okay, so maybe not everyone knew how to play.

“Never Have I Ever smoked marijuana,” Suho stated. Jooheon and Yoongi slowly lowered another finger as everyone gasped. “No way!” Sowon cried.

“My turn, my turn,” called Wonho. “Hmm…Never Have I Ever had a one night stand.”

I glanced at Baekhyun briefly and he caught my eye before he looked away - both Baekhyun and I, and Moonbyul and Chanyeol dropped a finger. Surprisingly, no comment was made from the other players.

“Never Have I Ever gone skinny dipping,” stated Moonbyul. Sowon and Irene both lost a finger.

“You’ve been skinny dipping?” Chanyeol piped. “Was it together?”

“Shut up!” Cried Sowon, leaning across Baekhyun to smack Chanyeol for his comment. Irene cleared her throat loudly. “Never Have I Ever cheated on someone, or been an accomplice of a cheater,” she said casually.

My eyes widened at Irene’s remark, and I raised a quick hand to my forehead as the room had suddenly become unbearably hot.

“I don’t think that’s a good question,” mumbled Sehun. “Let’s skip it.”

“I think it’s a very valid question actually, Sehun,” Irene quipped back, staring daggers at my friend.

“You don’t have to answer that question, Y/N,” Baekhyun murmured quietly, although everyone turned to face him anyway.

“N-Next person.” I mentally cursed myself for sounding so weak in front of Irene.

“Okay.” Sowon faltered, tentatively eyeing Irene before continuing. “Never Have I Ever been so drunk that I’ve passed out and when I woke up I had no idea where I was.”

“Guilty!” Moonbyul shouted as everybody dropped a finger, besides Suho and Sowon.

“Bullshit!” Baekhyun cried, and Chanyeol added, “Suho, you were so drunk you passed out in Y/N’s bathtub and when she woke you, you thought she was trying to steal your organs for the black market.”

“Really?” Yoongi laughed, turning to me for confirmation of Chanyeol’s story. However, I could barely manage a small smile in response. I could feel Irene’s eyes on me, watching my every move, and whenever I looked up she was staring right at me with a cruel smile on her face. I was starting to feel a little queasy.

“My turn?” Questioned Baekhyun.

“Actually, I have another one,” claimed Irene. “Never Have I Ever been called a slut.”

“Irene,” Baekhyun warned, as the others not-so-subtly glanced my way.

“Don’t you ‘Irene’ me, Baekhyun. I’m not done.”

I knew Irene wanted nothing more than to hurt me - to make me feel what she felt the moment she was told her boyfriend cheated on her with her best friend - but I couldn’t move. I was frozen with fear, but interestingly, I was curious to see how far she would go to humiliate me.

“Never Have I Ever slept with my best friend’s boyfriend. Never Have I Ever lost a friend because of a boy.” She paused. “Come on, Y/N. Put those fingers down. Never Have I Ever sat in my room and cried for three days straight.”

Upon my vision becoming blurred due to tears forming in my eyes, I stood up quickly and retorted, “you’re a bitch, and I hope everyone here can see that. I do not need to sit here and listen to this shit.”

I stormed from the room, wiping frustrated tears from my face, in desperate need for fresh air. As I pushed past people in the living room, I could practically feel their intrigued glances, but I honestly couldn’t care less of what they thought about me. If Irene’s words were anything to go by, people thought it was an emotionally unstable homewrecker already.

“Y/N, wait!” Sehun called, rushing after me and grabbing my arm.

“Don’t you start, Sehun,” I growled, shaking his grip loose. “You’re the reason I’m here in the first place.”

I didn’t really know where I was going, but at least Sehun wasn’t following me. I soon found myself fighting the black curtains for access to the balcony I’d spotted earlier. Luckily, no one tried to stop me. As I slid the glass door closed, I took a deep breath of the crisp Autumn air. It was cool on my skin and burned my lungs, but I much preferred it to the stuffy, suffocating atmosphere inside.

I stood on the balcony, leaning over the railing to look at the city for who knows how long, calming myself down. I heard the sound of curtains being pulled back, and a second later the door clicked open.

“Bugger off, Sehun,” I huffed, peering over my shoulder at the intruder to my alone time. I let out a loud groan when I realised it was definitely not Sehun.

“Nice to see you too, Y/N,” replied Baekhyun, stepping forward to let the door glide shut.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing out here, Byun.” I furiously rubbed the tears from my cheeks - I would not let Baekhyun witnesses me crying.

“I know you’re feeling pretty vulnerable right now, but we really need to talk about what happened. I can tell you’ve been ignoring me.”

“Yeah, and I have a very good reason for that too,” I muttered. “Look, maybe we could talk another time. But not now.” I expected Baekhyun to protest, but instead he let out a loud sigh and mumbled, “yeah, you’re right. Bad timing, sorry.”

He turned to the door after giving me a sad smile and jumped backwards, nearly toppling over the railing. I reluctantly turned around to see what he was fussing about, and my eyes gazed upon a very drunk Kim Taehyung peering at us with a cheeky grin on his face.

“How long has he been standing there?” Asked Baekhyun. Before I could protest what was happening, the lock on the door flicked downwards and Taehyung pulled the curtains closed. In my mind, I like to imagine him running away, gigging to himself.

We had been locked out.

“No no no!” I cried, rushing to the door and bringing my fists down hard on the glass, hoping someone, anyone, would rescue me. Either no one heard, or everyone was too drunk to care, because nobody came to save Baekhyun and I.

“We’re trapped out here forever!” I wailed, whipping out my phone and pulling up Sehun’s contact. ‘Locked outside on the balcony with Byun?????? Please save me!’ I quickly sent.

“Y/N, just relax. We’ll be fine.” This whole time, Baekhyun had been watching me amusedly from the railing.

I’ll get you in a minute, but here me out. Irene’s in the bathroom, wailing about all her regrets from the past months??? She says she wishes she hadn’t been such a bitch to you because now everyone hates her???? Oh she nearly got into a fight with Yeol and Junghwa lmao you should have been there.’

‘She’s got to be drunk,’ I text back. ‘There’s no way she would think that if she was sober.’


19th September, 12:14am

Turns out Sehun’s not very good at keeping promises (as if I didn’t know that already). It had been exactly 37 minutes since I’d text Sehun (I mean, not that I’d been counting or anything), with no rescue party in sight. I’d rung Sehun multiple times, and even tried Suho and Chanyeol too with no answer, while Baekhyun made himself comfortable with the wall behind his back and the balcony railing to his right.

“Face it, Y/N, we’re stuck out here. You may as well make yourself comfortable,” Baekhyun mentioned when he noticed my pacing. He let out a loud sigh, however, when I sat against the opposite wall, clearly frustrated at my attempts to get as far away from him as possible.

“How long are you going to avoid me for?” He asked. A cool, constant breeze blew, causing goosebumps to appear on my limbs. Now I really regretted wearing a dress this short.

“For as long as it takes you to get the hint - I don’t want to talk to you,” I managed through chattering teeth. A confused look crossed Baekhyun’s face, but it was quickly replaced by that of worry.

“You’re freezing, Y/N,” he said, shaking off his thick jacket and throwing it to me across the space between us. It landed with a dull thud beside me. Baekhyun wore only a short sleeved t-shirt underneath.

I don’t want it, you’ll be cold,’ is what I wanted to say, but instead I said, “I don’t want it, I don’t need your help.”

“Honestly, Y/N, right now I don’t give a shit what you want. I’m not letting you freeze to death.” He smiled when I reluctantly pulled the jacket off the ground and over my shoulders. I would never admit it, but his jacket was incredibly warm.

Silence fell between us, the only audible noise coming from our chattering teeth. It was another ten minutes before either of us said anything.

“Y/N, why won’t you let me explain myself? How did we go from best friends to enemies?” Baekhyun said, as casually he would as if he was speaking about the weather.

Anger was quick to bubble up inside me. Was he stupid? Why would he ask a question with such a blatantly obvious answer?

“Do you want to know why I never let you explain yourself, Baekhyun? Because I don’t want to hear your pathetic excuses. I don’t want to know why you thought it would be okay to tell everyone about that night and ruin my life. Ruin my friendships, my reputation, my confidence. Why you did that, I don’t want to know. I want to move on with my life - or what’s left of it - and forget what happened between you and I. Why won’t you let me do that?” I could feel heat burning my face as I stared at Baekhyun, half expecting him not to reply.

“I am so sorry you feel that way about me, Y/N. But you have to understand that I only had the best intentions. I never meant to hurt you.” I rolled my eyes, but let him continue. “After that…night. I freaked out. I really regretted what we did.” He glanced up at me and quickly added, “Well, I regretted the circumstances under which we did that. Anyway, I told my friend Jongdae-”

Kim Jongdae? You told him?” I screeched, throwing my hands up in despair. “Why the hell would you do that?”

“I know, I know. Just let me finish explaining. please. So I told Jongdae for two reasons, because he actually gives some pretty great advice. The first reason was because I was worried Irene would find out and break up with me.”

Ironic.

“You have to understand that I never meant to hurt you or Irene. The second reason I went to Jongdae was because I feared Irene would start hating you and your friendship would be ruined. I know how much you mean to Irene. She used to talk about you all the time.”

Baekhyun shifted in the cold, but gave me a small smile anyway. He must have been nervous, because he wasn’t really making that much sense, but I think I got the jist. By now, the distinctive sound of music and cheers from inside had significantly died down.

“So why did you do it?” I questioned. “You clearly liked Irene a lot, so why did you fool around with me? I know we were drunk, but you were a lot more sober than I was.”

Baekhyun rubbed his neck anxiously before shaking his head and giving a small chuckle. “You know what, fuck it. I don’t care anymore.”

He shuffled forwards towards me, making the gap between us less than half a metre, rather than two. “W-what are you doing?” I asked as Baekhyun grabbed my hand in between his own. I was surprised, but nothing could prepare me for what he would say next:

“I did it because I was in love with you. I was since the day Sehun first invited me around to meet you. I just thought you had feelings for Sehun, so when he introduced me to Irene I thought she would be able to distract me from you. I guess I was wrong.”

Baekhyun peered at me, waiting for a reaction - any reaction - but I had no idea what to say. I was flattered (who wouldn’t be, this is Byun Baekhyun we’re talking about), but I didn’t know what he expected me to say. Was I supposed to lie and say I loved him too? Was I supposed to outright reject him? I mean, it was pretty obvious to almost anyone that I had a crush on him, and if I said I hadn’t dreamt that one day Baekhyun would fall for me, I would be lying. But now I just didn’t know what to think.

“Say something, Y/N. Anything,” pleaded Baekhyun, squeezing my hand. His fingers were colder than ice.

“So…you were in love with me?” I managed, still overwhelmed at this whole situation.

Baekhyun didn’t hesitate with his reply. “Still am, really. And that night at the party, you looked so beautiful and I didn’t want anyone else to have you so I took you home…after that I just couldn’t stop myself.”

“I’m flattered,” I mumbled, feeling a hot blush form on my cheeks. “Thank you for being so honest, Baekhyun. I know I’ve been a total bitch avoiding you. I hope we can still be friends.”

Baekhyun dropped my hand at the same time as his smile faltered. He looked absolutely heartbroken. “I don’t know whether I’d be able to be just friends with you, Y/N,” admitted Baekhyun.

“I think friendship is a good start, and we can see where it leads,” I smiled. “Now come here, you muppet! You must be freezing.”

A wide grin formed on Baekhyun’s face, and he was quick to appear at my side so we could huddle together to prevent us catching pneumonia. I folded his jacket over both our legs and my heart leapt out of my chest when he rested his head on my shoulder. To think five minutes ago I was seriously considering whether I could push him over the railing.

“I never, ever thought this would be happening,” whispered Baekhyun, causing me to chuckle. “That makes two of us.”


19th September, 7:44am

I woke up when the city woke up after catching around three hours sleep - Baekhyun was slightly luckier.

“So if no one comes to free us from up here, this side of the balcony can be my side, but occasionally I’ll let you visit if I’m feeling nice.”

“Baekhyun!” I laughed, smacking his hand down playfully. Somehow, we’d both managed not to freeze overnight, but the sun rising at a very ungodly hour woke me up, and Baekhyun awoke awhile later. We’d passed the time by talking about nothing and everything, and I realised just how much I’d missed being able to talk to Baekhyun.

But as much as I liked spending time with him, I did not want to stay locked out here on the balcony any longer than I had to. I couldn’t feel my legs (I had the concrete floor to thank for that) and I hadn’t ate since over twelve hours ago.

“Should we try knocking on the door again?” I suggested.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” Baekhyun replied, although the words had barely left his mouth when the door clicked open and a tired looking Luhan stepped out onto the balcony, coffee in hand. He wore a surprised look when he noticed us, but he quickly reached out to help me up.

“Shit, I forgot you guys were out here,” stated Luhan.

“We’re saved!” Baekhyun cheered, jumping to his feet excitedly. How the boy had any energy left after sleeping on a balcony all night, I had no clue.

“I hope you guys didn’t get up to any nasty business out here.” Luhan peered around the balcony suspiciously.

“The only nasty business we’ve been getting up to is us nearly catching hypothermia,” I joked. “So if you’d excuse me, I’d love to get home and warm up.”

Luhan let us past into the extremely messy, but warm, post-party lounge. Lying on the couch was Sehun, sleeping peacefully, so I grabbed a pillow and whacked him in the stomach with it.

“You’re unbelievable!” I cried when Sehun finally came to. He was super hung over, but still happy to see us (and very, very apologetic, I must add).

“You guys can stay for breakfast if you’d like,” Luhan offered. “My friends Yixing and Minseok are also here too, but it’s the least I can do. I’m just glad you guys didn’t die. My dad would kill me!”


2nd February, five months later.

“Suho said he and Chanyeol are gonna meet us for lunch,” Sehun said after taking a bite from his sandwich.

“That’s cool, I haven’t seen them for awhile,” Baekhyun mused. From my lying position on the grass, I agreed. Sehun, Baekhyun, and I were just chilling on the grass at the university campus, waiting for our next classes (we were supposed to be studying, but take my word for it, it was not going well). I grabbed Baekhyun’s phone and opened the camera, preparing to take a funny selfie by pulling an ugly face.

“That’s really attractive, babe. I’m such a lucky guy,” mused Baekhyun sarcastically.

“You’re a dick.”

“But you still love me.”

“Argh, I can’t stand all this gross mushiness!” Sehun cried.  “Honestly, you guys…” he trailed off, peering at something behind us.

Baekhyun and I both turned around to see two people smiling down at us. A girl and a boy, one with pink hair, the other with blond.

“Hey, Y/N,” Irene said. Baekhyun and Sehun’s mouths simultaneously fell open. “Sehun, Baekhyun,” she nodded. “I want you to meet my new boyfriend, Woo Jiho.”

“It’s nice to officially meet you, Jiho,” I smiled. he nodded in response. A man of few words, I see.

“I’m so glad you convinced me to ask for his number, by the way. I hope your English studies are going well.”

“Oh, no problem! And they are, thanks for asking.”

Irene flashed me a dazzling smile as her eyes darted down to Baekhyun’s hand resting on my knee. “You two are such a cute couple. Anyway, I’ll see you at Wendy’s party this weekend, Y/N?”

“Of course, I’ll see you then,” I replied.

“Awesome. Well, it was nice catching up with you.” Irene and Jiho gave one last wave before turning back around and continuing onto wherever they were originally going. The two boys’ beside me mouths still hung open.

“What just happened?” Sehun got out.

“I have no idea. Am I dreaming?” Baekhyun added, looking to me for answers.

“Well Sehun mentioned Irene said some stuff after Baek and I were locked out on the balcony at Luhan’s party, so I decided to meet Irene to formally apologise and maybe give her some answers she needed. I don’t really know why she agreed to meet with me, I guess she felt pretty guilty for spreading those nasty rumours about me,” I replied.

“But, doesn’t she still hate you for you know, fucking her boyfriend?” Sehun asked.

“You’d think so. But maybe Irene realised we had a good thing going, and it would be stupid to let go of an awesome friendship just because of some lame boy,” I joked.

“Oh, you just got told, Baekhyun!” Cheered Sehun.

“Like you can say much. Isn’t about time you find a girlfriend yourself?”

“Can you imagine that, Sehun with a girlfriend? I pray for her!” I laughed.

“Ugh, now the lovebirds are ganging up on me? Where’s Chanyeol and Suho when I need them?” Wailed Sehun.

And for the first time in a long time, everything felt normal.


To whom it may concern,

If you had asked me six months ago how my life was going, I probably would have burst into tears right then and there. Somehow, by some miracle that I still can’t completely comprehend, my life had done a full 180. I couldn’t be more thankful for the experiences I’ve been through. I also hope you’ve enjoyed coming on this wild ride with me, but as you know, all good stories must come to an end.

Yours sincerely, Y/N.

#6 Auston Matthews

okay so that hurt auston matthews one was so good, could you write something more like that? maybe not him being injured but just frustrated bc the leafs are losing lots of games or something like that

I LOVE ANGST but im v bad bc i just write everyone happy smh

Tbh i just realised i got two similar requests in a row

Warnings: language idk?? 

Song suggestion of the day: Scorpio by Emily Bea (its so sweet and I.. AWH)

Originally posted by putpriceonthepp

You narrowed your eyes a little as you tried to concentrate on the garbled instructions on the other end of the phone over the noise of the television blaring in the next room. You found yourself apologising quickly as you ducked your head out of the kitchen, covering the bottom of the phone as you did so. “Auston can you turn that down a bit.” You called, but you didn’t bother to linger long enough to see if your boyfriend, who was sat rigidly on the couch glaring at the TV, would actually comply with your request.

“Sorry,” you murmured into the phone, pressing a hand to your other ear as you attempted to catch what they were asking you as you tried to update your health insurance for the third time this week. “Okay, yep.” you replied, hastily scrawling something down on the notepad you had ready. You suppressed a groan of annoyance as the TV continued to play at exactly the same volume. “I’m so sorry.” you told the woman on the other end of the line before you walked into the living room, covering the phone again and resorting to standing in front of the TV to get your boyfriend’s attention. “Auston, can you please turn that down, I’m on the phone.”

Usually this wasn’t a problem but the way Auston had been acting lately was anything but usual. Your sweet and charming boyfriend had been moody and overly sarcastic for the past couple of weeks. No matter how open to talking you’d made yourself to him he was having none of it. So you’d given him space and hoped he’d sort himself out but now you were of the opinion that it had gotten a little out of hand. Auston had been watching his old games at full volume and you’d tried to be accomodating. He hardly spoke to you and you’d tried to be patient with him. He was hardly home and you tried to be understanding. But seeing as you were trying to keep this house functional, your patience was wearing thin.

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Ship Appreciation: Levi & Mikasa

So I’m a multishipper, and one of the many ships I love is the relationship between Mikasa and Levi, whether it be romantic, familial, mentor/protege, etc. Normally I go to @canon-rivamika for everything Levi and Mikasa, but I decided to try something myself! I was pretty down about the anime’s treatment of Mikasa in the episode that aired today, episode 28, so I decided to cheer myself up by publishing early part of a ship appreciation series I’ve been writing.

Here I look at my favorite Levi and Mikasa moment so far: Chapter 30, when they rescue Eren. Originally I was gonna analyze their relationship all the way up to my second favorite rivamika moment, Chapter 84, but I guess I’ll take it in smaller chunks!

Beneath the cut, my EXTREMELY. LONG. rambling about how much I love Mikasa, and how much I love her relationship with Levi. (In that order, eheheh.)

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It is time people woke up to the connection between the UK foreign policy, part of a wider Western foreign policy, and the increasing regularity of these attacks. That’s certainly not to justify them in anyway. They are heinous attacks and those who participate in them in any way are to be condemned. But there is a correlation undoubtedly between our foreign policy and what is going on in the streets of Manchester and certainly what is happening in London as we speak. Because ISIS and Salafi jihadism was not in Libya until Britain participated in a NATO air campaign which toppled the countries government led by Muammar Gaddafi in 2011. And Salafi jihadism and terrorism was not present in Iraq until we destroyed that country in 2003. So, there is a deep connection. The establishment can no longer deny it. And every time it does deny it, it only increasingly discredits itself.
—  John Wight, writer and political analyst
GROUND BREAKING Broad Study Proves Low Fat WFPB Diet is the best for weight loss & Health.

Published in the highly esteemed Journal of Nutrition & Diabetes, the Broad Study is the first ever comprehensive review of a low fat whole food plant based diet & the results VERIFY diets like WSLF & Starch Solution are THE BEST IN RECORDED HISTORY FOR WEIGHT LOSS / BMI / HEART / DIABETES & MORE.

http://www.nature.com/nutd/journal/v7/n3/full/nutd20173a.html

The BROAD study: A randomised controlled trial using a whole food plant-based diet in the community for obesity, ischaemic heart disease or diabetes

Conclusions:

This programme led to significant improvements in BMI, cholesterol and other risk factors. To the best of our knowledge, this research has achieved greater weight loss at 6 and 12 months than any other trial that does not limit energy intake or mandate regular exercise.

!!!!!!NO CALORIE LIMIT & NO EXERCISE JUST LIKE WSLF!!!!! & RECORD BREAKING WEIGHT LOSS.  BTFO Restricter Cal-in Cal-out debunked blood letters.

“The whole food plant-based (WFPB) diet is high in micronutrient density and the most frequently researched iterations are low in fat, which comprises approximately 7–15% of total energy.”

All my high fat zombies, trolls and haters who smear me in other slander hosting Youtuber’s & Instagrammers comment sections to spread your ill health and disease message please do me a favor and find your delete button & make up for your hater lives and actually feel what it feels like to help people and animals by getting a vegan message out there that everyone can benefit from, especially the poor, who were the focus of this study.  

The intervention involved patients from a group general practice in Gisborne, the region with New Zealand’s highest rates of socioeconomic deprivation, obesity and type 2 diabetes.

This diet helps the poorest & sickest people.  Shame on anyone who subverts this message, totally despicable.  Spiking my potato and doing my victory dance!  WORLD CHANGING RESEARCH!

A little more insight for those in disbelief;

We placed no restriction on total energy intake. Participants were asked to not count calories. We provided a ‘traffic-light’ diet chart to participants outlining which foods to consume, limit or avoid (Supplementary Table S1). We encouraged starches such as potatoes, sweet potato, bread, cereals and pasta to satisfy the appetite. Participants were asked to avoid refined oils (e.g. olive or coconut oil) and animal products (meat, fish, eggs and dairy products). We discouraged high-fat plant foods such as nuts and avocados, and highly processed foods. We encouraged participants to minimise sugar, salt and caffeinated beverages. We provided 50 μg daily vitamin B12 (methylcobalamin) supplements. 

THIS IS EVEN MORE INCREDIBLE

Minor changes to trial design

At the 6-month end point, we observed significant differences between the intervention and control groups, and we offered the intervention to the control group. Ethics approval was obtained to extend follow-up to 3 years total, and the protocol was updated.

Basically means at the 6 month mark they could not ethically not offer the control group the amazing benefits of the low fat WFPB diet!  

Not only that they measured Quality of Life, Self Esteem & Mental Variables, Food Enjoyment, cost of food & more!  Each was improved on the diet! 

Adherence was high & those keeping a food journal did the best;

Multiple intervention participants stated ‘not being hungry’ was important in enabling adherence. Intervention participants were highly adherent with the dietary changes, although this decreased with time. Diet at 3 months correlated with weight loss at 12 months, but starting diet did not. These findings suggest an audited diet diary may be useful to predict success with a WFPB diet, and that those starting from a typical Western diet could expect similar results.

The key difference between this trial and other approaches to weight loss was that participants were informed to eat the WFPB diet ad libitum and to focus efforts on diet, rather than increasing exercise.

Many patients are interested in making dietary changes, and the WFPB diet can be offered as a safe and effective option for losing weight and obtaining some reduction in cholesterol, without necessarily increasing exercise. The main advantage is in eating to satiation without restricting the amount of food eaten. 

THANK YOU NEW ZEALAND & everyone there who took park in this study!!!  

Strengths of this research include randomisation, and the ‘real world’ nature of the programme, which involved community-dwelling adults who were provided skills and education but were responsible for their own food choices.

Well this is pretty much the best thing I have ever read.

‘What is wrong with you?’ Michelle Obama savages Trump’s gutting of her legacy

Former first lady attacks president’s reversal of regulations to help improve school lunches: ‘Think about why someone is OK with your kids eating like crap’

Michelle Obama has made her strongest political intervention since leaving the White House, stating bluntly at a health conference: “Think about why someone is OK with your kids eating crap.”

One of the former first lady’s signature legacies was an effort to reduce childhood obesity. Earlier this month, Donald Trump’s administration froze regulations that would cut sodium and increase whole grains served in school meals.

 How Michelle Obama expanded the definition of a first lady

“We have a lot more work to do, for sure, but we’ve got to make sure we don’t let anybody take us back because the question is, where are we going back to?” Obama told a Partnership for a Healthier America summit in Washington.

“This is where you really have to look at motives, you know. You have to stop and think: why don’t you want our kids to have good food at school? What is wrong with you?”

The remarks prompted cheers and applause from a packed hotel ballroom. Seemingly liberated from her official role, Obama was by turns combative, exasperated, feisty, incredulous, passionate, peeved and sardonic.

Donald Trump’s first 100 days: a guide to the successes, the failures – and the tweets


The 53-year-old demanded: “And why is that a partisan issue? Why would that be political? What is going on? You know, now that’s up to moms. Moms, think about this. I don’t care what state you live in. Take me out of the equation. Like me, don’t like me, but think about why someone is OK with your kids eating crap. Why would you celebrate that? Why would you sit idly and be OK with that?

“Because here’s the secret: if somebody is doing that, they don’t care about your kid, and we need to demand everyone to care deeply about kids. That’s all we have. So we should be driving this and every elected official on this planet should understand: don’t play with our children. Don’t do it.”

Along with the delay in nutrition standards for school lunches announced by the US agriculture secretary, Sonny Perdue, the Trump administration has also postponed rules instructing restaurants, grocery stores and other outlets to put calories counts on their menus.


Evidently riled, Obama continued: “‘You shouldn’t know what you’re eating.’ Think about that. Stop there, think about that. ‘You shouldn’t know what you’re eating.’ You’re OK with that? Do you know people who are OK with that? I mean, I just find myself thinking, this isn’t my fight, you know, this is where you’ve got to look yourself in the eye.

“We need to look our neighbours in the eye and kind of go: ‘What is going on?’ Because this just isn’t that complicated, you know. Just tell me what’s in my food. Why is that a problem? So you have to ask yourself, what’s going on, because I don’t get it. I don’t understand it.”

Sam Kass, a former White House chef and senior policy adviser for nutrition who was interviewing Obama, noted suggestions that an update on nutrition facts labels on food packages could also be slowed.

Obama interjected, with sarcasm: “‘Keep families ignorant.’ That’s all I’m hearing. ‘You don’t need to know what’s in your food. You can’t handle that, Mom. Just buy this, be quiet, spend your money, you buy this, don’t ask us about what’s in your food, you know.’ How does that feel? How does that feel? ‘This isn’t information that you should know. We shouldn’t change a label to make it clearer and easier for you to just break down what you’re buying.’


“So consumers out there – again, I don’t care where you’re from, what your party is – I would be highly insulted by that thought. ‘You want to talk about nanny state and government intervention? Well, you just buy the food and be quiet. You don’t need to know what’s in it.’ That’s essentially what a move like this is saying to you, mom. They think you don’t care because what they hear from are the people who want their kids to eat whatever they want to eat.”

With Trump seemingly eager to reverse Obama’s work, advocates are increasingly pinning hopes on the private sector. This week, companies including Mars and Cumberland Farms announced initiativeswith Partnership for a Healthier America, the foundation Obama helped create alongside her “Let’s Move!” initiative to combat childhood obesity.

She did not mention Trump or other administration officials by name on Friday but, in warning how bad diets can lead to children being affected by diabetes, she remarked pointedly: “And I hope you have healthcare.”

Obama began the session on a lighter note, reflecting on her life since leaving the White House.

“Everything is really great,” she said. “Being ‘former’ is all right … The president’s good. He’s running around out there in the world with his shirt unbuttoned.”


https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2017/may/12/michelle-obama-trump-school-lunches-childhood-obesity?CMP=twt_gu

Markets

There’s nothing about markets that necessitate private ownership (autocratic ownership) over the means of production. Nothing. Right-libertarians love to praise the (free) market in all its glory, and then in the next breath they’ll praise owners of property and capital as the life blood of markets. 

Now, I have mixed opinions on markets (necessities should be democratized to serve communities, but I suppose there are sound arguments in favor of putting non-essentials into a marketplace), but I also recognize that markets and capitalism are two separate things – the former is a means of allocation and the latter is a socio-political-economic organizational mode; the former can be found in a variety of systems and the latter is a particular system that subordinates labor to capital and involves that autocratic management style at the helm. 

Mutualism is a leftist setup that utilizes markets for allocation, but it ditches the private/autocratic control of capitalism by structuring institutions cooperatively. By extension, it does away with absentee ownership and rent, exploitative functions of class society that thrive under capitalism. Think about it – what do landlords, CEOs, rent, and hierarchical surplus appropriation have to do with markets? Again, nothing – neoliberals/right-libertarians already have their reactionary focus set upon the inherent class stratifications of capitalism and the market rhetoric is merely the “freedom-oriented" superstructural justification for it all.

Capitalism itself can even be non-market-oriented. State capitalism (basically what everyone and their grandmother, including cappies themselves, think socialism is) is a variant that replaces private owners with state officials and the system as a whole can function with a market or with government-planning, but both systems are still capitalism because there is still an owner of capital sitting at the top of a pyramid milking workers of surplus and autocratically deciding what to do with that surplus (unless the state puts the surplus towards things that the people democratically decide need attention, but that doesn’t ultimately change the organizational class structure); labor is still subordinated to capital.

All of this is a really important distinction too, because it highlights the farcical fetishization of markets as a cover for something deeper. A market economy within the capitalist mode of production exacerbates inequality because it requires that workers sell their labor like any other commodity to a capitalist buyer, and I think that many reactionaries know and understand this well. Class inequality, a societal “obligation of deference and command”, is, as I argued in a post a couple days ago about Hans-Hermann Hoppe, the foundation of rightist ideology; there are a variety of ways in which this desire for a vertical social order is expressed, and I fundamentally believe that cultural focus on “markets” and “freedom” is our epoch’s way of dodging the inequality question. Because, ultimately, it is in poor taste these days to come right out and say that there is a “natural order” of elite and tenant, so shifting the attention onto “liberty” and installing a “private property is not government and not government is freedom” mindset into people becomes a powerful mechanism for the ruling class to maintain dominance.

If you are a right-libertarian who genuinely believes that markets uphold freedom, but have no personal attachments towards the superfluous hierarchy of class stratification we have in our present market economy (and maybe even wish to see it remedied), then I would strongly recommend checking out mutualism and even Center for a Stateless Society’s “market anarchism”. Both acknowledge that private property – the autocratic management of socially-operated production and activities – is a deviation from legitimate individualism, and they advocate societies where workers run self-managed enterprises in a market economy.

Furthermore, because a setup like this breeds a flatter society, you’re less likely to wind up with cronyism or “corporatism”; you may argue that corporatism and state intervention are deviations from genuine principles of capitalism, but you must understand that the inherent class nature of capitalism inevitably leads to a ruling class that owns the means of production and has the ability to mold government policy to its own benefit because of that societal power – “pure capitalism” generates the conditions for “corporate capitalism” to always take root, in other words. Cooperative structures, ones that don’t have a naturally self-interested owner at the top looking to bend market laws for their benefit and pay off politicians, are much less likely to generate chasms of wealth and power inequality, and in effect you wind up with a freer and more fulfilled population of people.

-Daividh

anonymous asked:

What is a summary of Marx's deconstructions of markets?

I first of all just want to make clear that Marx’s analysis in Capital is not literally a “deconstruction” in the sense of the term typically used to label Derrida’s sort of procedure. That is just the word i happened to use.

At any rate, Marx’s task in Capital is essentially to look at the capitalist system when it is in equilibrium, and then to uncover all its inner contradictions, ultimately concluding that all the features that bourgeois economists chalk up to some “distortion” of the free market model (e.g. massive inequality, crises, social upheaval) are in fact inherent features of the normal operation of the capitalist system even if you assume that the system is always “in balance” in the way that economists would like it to be. The most fundamental thing that Marx gets at is that profit is rooted in the exploitation of wage labor. Workers produce more wealth than they receive for their labor. Marx argues that this relation is at the very core of capitalist production. The accumulation of massive wealth into relatively few hands is thus a feature of the very way in which capitalist commodity production works. Another prominent aspect of capitalism Marx highlights is the constant drive of capitalists to incorporate new technologies and new production methods that speed up the production process. This drive to speed up production benefits individual capitalists in the short term, but in the long run, Marx argues that it causes an overall slow-down in the economy which, if not corrected, ultimately leads to crisis.

In Capital vol. 3, Marx begins to explore the fact that, in addition to all the problems that arise even when the capitalist system is in balance, the capitalist system in reality does not “naturally” or automatically even tend toward equilibrium at all. Marx argues that the very nature of commodity production and exchange creates huge obstacles to the formation of “equilibrium prices.” The very separation between production, consumption, distribution, and exchange means that supply of and demand for commodities are often not, nor do they need to be, in balance with each other. Money also exacerbates this possibility, because money allows people to buy goods without having to sell a good at the same time, and vice versa. Because of this, in order for exchanges to take place, there does not have to be a continuous balance of supply and demand. An imbalance can go on for a very long time without causing immediate problems because a sale of a good does not immediately have to be balanced by a purchase of another good, considering that goods are sold for money. When credit becomes a replacement for money, it makes this problem even more pronounced, since credit can create purchasing power greater than the actual amount of money in circulation, further separating demand from supply and increasing prices above their “equilibrium” level. These sorts of imbalances do ultimately lead to crisis according to Marx, because they will eventually disrupt the ability of the system to continually produce goods. But the point is that, up until the crisis, there are no intrinsic factors which would cause the system to “naturally” balance out, and in fact there are many factors intrinsic to capitalism which cause the system to be not in balance.

So to summarize: even when the capitalist system is in balance, inequality, crises, unrest, state intervention, etc. are all features of how the system works. The “free market” that bourgeois economists envision is a myth that does not in any way correspond to reality. Furthermore, there is no real reason that the capitalist system has to be in balance, and in fact there are many reasons why it tends to be out of balance. This leads to even further possibilities of instability and crisis.

Bigot doesn’t know how a pizza is made. What is it with fans of capitalism? They always argue from the consumer’s pov.

From your couch, it looks like it takes an hour to make a pizza. Yet all that food cooked into your pizza took months of cultivation and labor. Think of all the different kinds of labor and technology involved.

For sycophants like the clown above, our social order is some magic of nature working right because capitalism. But that’s all wrong. We are entering an era where capitalism no longer works without state intervention and complex regulatory control because of climate change, limited finite resources, and the hoarding of wealth by a handful of people. Imagine how hard you have to work to erase the violent imperialism and slavery that produced the conditions for the production of wealth and technologies necessary for the agriculture that resists change in climate to produce the food we expect to arrive less than an hour after we request it.

They say they try to keep it fresh. Their worldview is ignorant by 19th C standards. Pretty stale.

Stress

Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader
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Request: poly!hamilsquad x reader, where she’s stressing over a paper & snippish & shaky (hence the eight empty coffee cups around the desk) and just in general on edge, so they (namely hypocritical alex™) gotta calm her down

hi i’ve never done a poly!hamilsquad before but now it’s a thing! i have nothing exciting to say honestly, so ENJOY! requests are opennnnn

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Whenever exams came around, your stress and anxiety instantly increased. You tended to work a hundred times harder than usual, often forgetting to take care of yourself.

It was a week until your exams and you hadn’t stopped working. Your desk was covered with various empty coffee mugs and scrunched up pieces of paper. You had been working on your music essay, which was worth sixty percent of your final mark.

After a few hours of wasted work, you decided to get up to take a quick break. You walked towards the bathroom, attempting to open the door. You groaned when finding it was locked. “Whoever’s in there, I want you to know I am going to fight you when you get out!” You exclaimed.

The door opened, revealing Lafayette who was frowning at you. “Calmer, mon amour,” He said, patting your head lightly. You slapped his hand away, screwing up your face at him and stomping into the bathroom. You slammed the door, locking it.

You did your business, re-emerging a few moments later to see three out of your four boyfriends standing in front of the door. “(Y/N), we’re having an intervention,” Hercules stated. You scoffed, attempting to push past them. “Get out of the way, I have work to get done.”

“You’ve been working nonstop for the past couple of days, I don’t even remember seeing you eat anything,” John stated, grabbing your hands and stopping you from moving any further.

“Please, mon amour, we just want you to be healthy. You need rest,” Lafayette said quietly. You groaned, pulling your hands away from John’s and pushing past them, only to bump into Alexander. You pushed past him, going back to her desk. You sat down, continuing your essay.

“What’s going on?” Alexander asked.

“She hasn’t stopped working on this essay in days. You know how she gets around exams,” John replied, biting his lip.

“In case you haven’t realised, I’m sitting right here!” You exclaimed, turning to glare at them. “I want peace and quiet, so unless you’re going to give me that, I’m going to the library.” You shoved all of your stuff into a bag angrily, heading for the door. Alexander stopped you, locking the door quickly.

“(Y/N), you need to stop. Now,” He said firmly. You shook your head, trying to unlock the door. He sighed.

“If I had of taken a break, I wouldn’t have lost everyone’s trust. Listen to the people around you. We love you and we want you to rest. I know you’re worried, but the majority of people in your class will get the essay done the night before. You’re on track, you have time, you need to take a break,” Alex stated.

You slowly removed your bag from your shoulder, starting to cry. “I don’t wanna fail,” You whispered, your bottom lip trembling. All four boys rushed forward quickly, pulling you into a tight hug.

“You’re not going to fail. You’re going to ace your exams and your assignments,” Alexander replied, rubbing your back.

“You’re going to be okay,” Hercules said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You blushed slightly, nodding slowly. “Can we cuddle?” You whispered.

“We wouldn’t want to spend our night any other way,” John said, pulling you over to the couch.

Living Truthfully

Characters: Introducing Michael with Castiel, Balthazar, Gabriel, Lucifer, and hunter!Reader (with mentions of Sam and Dean)

Word Count: 9,218

Warnings: none! Just some angel/archangel shenanigans

Request: can you pls write a michael x hunter!reader where the angels tease him about his crush but ultimately decide to help their brother?

Author’s note: Thank you so much for this request! I was very excited to get my first Michael fic request, and I had a lot of fun writing this with all the angels being meddling dorks. I really hope I did his character justice (considering he has the least screentime ever.) Also a general note, I used the young John version of Michael for this fic. Hope you like it!

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kokiri85  asked:

How do you think Trump's attack on Syria compares with past presidents in terms of overreaching war powers? Is it really any more extreme than the norm?

Yes and no. In a lot of ways it’s similar to recent executive overreach in foreign policy (I wrote about that history here). 

Where it’s unique, at least in terms of the post-9/11 wars, is that it’s 1) an attack on a state actor and 2) it’s not remotely covered by any declaration of war or authorization for use of military force. 

The first point the — fact that this involved regime targets — makes it different from current U.S. intervention in Yemen, Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan, and Somalia. In all of those fights, U.S. troops are opposing non-state actors including the Islamic State (despite their own claims, ISIS is not a government in the way the Bashar al-Assad regime is a government), al Qaeda, the Taliban, AQAP, and al Shabaab.

The second point — lack of any congressional authority — applies to all of the United States’ present military interventions, but it applies doubly to this attack on Syria. 

You see, the 2001 (Afghanistan) and 2002 (Iraq) Authorizations for Use of Military Force (AUMF) allowed the president to go after the perpetrators of 9/11 and the Saddam Hussein regime, respectively. Those missions are long over.

Now, the 2001 AUMF in particular has been stretched to cover warmaking against basically any Islamic terrorist organization anywhere in the Mideast or Africa with any connection to al Qaeda ever, even if the organization in question didn’t exist back in 2001. 

That’s ridiculous — in practice it means an unlimited, endless war on terror waged at presidential whim — but it’s not nearly as ridiculous as the suggestion that either of these documents could somehow authorize an attack on a sovereign (and, yes, brutal and inhumane) government with which they are obviously not concerned.

The closest comparison is the 2011 NATO/U.S. intervention in Libya, which was likewise sold in its initial incarnation as a humanitarian endeavor against a bad government mired in civil war. 

The analogy is not exact, of course, but it is instructive to look at how poorly that turned out: The grim result is an ISIS-filled power vacuum, continued chaos, and good evidence that U.S. involvement prolonged and deepened civilian suffering. Syria has nearly four times Libya’s population in a tenth of the space. If the same thing happens there, it will be much worse.

EDIT: Whoops, just noticed I accidentally linked to this post from The Onion in my first line. Look at that too, but this Politico piece is what I intended to reference.

On This Day: May 11
  • 1878: German anarchist Max Hödel attempted to assassinate Wilhelm I of Prussia to draw attention to plight of workers.
  • 1894: Pullman Strike in Chicago. 4,000 workers go on wildcat strike.
  • 1910: Mexican Revolution: Emiliano Zapata’s army captures Cuautla.
  • 1914: Daniel de Leon dies in New York City. He was a Marxist theoretician and regarded as the man behind the idea of revolutionary industrial unionism.
  • 1926: British General Strike: The TUC led by rail leader JH Thomas, calls off strike despite growing support & resolve from strikers.
  • 1963: A double bombing in Birmingham, probably organized by the KKK with help from local police, precipitates rioting, police retaliation, intervention of state troopers, and finally mobilization of federal troops.
  • 1966: Teamsters union ends 4-week strike that had disrupted transport in Ontario.
  • 1968: “Night of the Barricades” in Paris: Over 20,000 students gather & march for release of arrested students. Police tear gas them.
  • 1968: 4,500 British Columbia lumber workers end 7-month strike.
  • 1968: Poor People’s Campaign caravan arrives in Washington, DC, demanding economic & human rights for the US poor.
  • 1973: Charges dropped against Daniel Ellsberg for releasing the Pentagon Papers.
  • 1975: More than 80,000 gather in Central Park for a “War is Over” rally marking end of Vietnam War.
  • 1983: General strike in Chile to support textile workers on strike since 1982. Police attack with tear gas; two die & 600 arrested.
  • 1995: More than 170 countries extend the Nuclear Nonproliferation Treaty indefinitely and without conditions.
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Polls Close In #GA06, Early Vote Strong For Democrat Jon Ossoff
The Democratic House candidate is flirting with the possibility of an outright win in Tuesday's primary.

ROSWELL, Georgia ― With polls closing in this suburban Atlanta congressional district, the question of whether Democrat Jon Ossoff will emerge with enough votes to avoid a June runoff is too close to call.

Democrats consolidated around Ossoff, and in the early voting out of DeKalb County, he is up, as expected, by a significant margin.

If Ossoff cracks 50 percent when the votes are all counted, he’ll have delivered a knockout blow to the field and sent shivers down the spines of scores of Republican members of the House and Senate who now suddenly face serious contests in November 2018.

If Ossoff, a former documentary filmmaker and congressional aide to Georgia Rep. Hank Johnson, falls short of the 50-point mark, a runoff with the top two finishers will be held on June 20th. He has an added handicap that several obscure Democrats are also in the race, and could hoover a tiny percentage, but just enough to keep him under the magic line of 50.

The Georgia race comes a week after a stunningly close contest in Wichita, Kansas, which Democrat James Thompson lost by 7 percent, a 20-point swing from November. In May, populist banjo legend Rob Quist faces off in Montana in another special against Republican Greg Gianforte. Both Thompson and Quist endorsed Sen. Bernie Sanders (I-Vt.) in the Democratic presidential primary, and elements of the left coalition suspect the lack of establishment support is connected to that. Ossoff, a clean-cut 30-year-old running a fairly standard-issue campaign, seems more amenable to establishment Democrats.

But the theory that establishment Democrats ignored two races but poured money into a third has a major problem: They ignored Ossoff, too, at first. When national Democrats first looked at the suburban Atlanta race, precipitated by the nomination of former Rep. Tom Price (R-Ga.) to be health and human services secretary, the number-crunchers in Washington weren’t sure a Democrat would even emerge from the “jungle primary” in April ― let alone that they’d be eyeing a possible victory.

The party largely stayed away at first, but grassroots donors, fueled by Daily Kos and “The Rachel Maddow Show,” poured millions into the race. National Democrats who worried about the race becoming “nationalized” could no longer use that as a rationale to stay away, and the quiet help the party had been providing Ossoff became much more public.

Still, he didn’t need much help with fundraising once his race became the one activists around the country were following, and he has raised more than $8 million so far, most of it in small increments from donors around the country. Candidates get more favorable ad rates on TV than super PACs and other committees do, so there is little reason for the Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee to spend money on the air. (That hasn’t stopped it from blasting its donors with subject lines like “MASSIVE loss,” trying to tap into some of the anxiety about the possibility of a loss.)

With Ossoff’s race either ending Tuesday night or moving to a runoff in June, that may make room for activist attention to turn to Montana, and perhaps a special election in South Carolina to replace Mick Mulvaney, who became director of the Office of Management and Budget.

Earlier in April, Sanders told The Huffington Post he was willing to travel to Montana and campaign for Quist if Quist was amenable to it. On Monday, Quist and Sanders jointly announced he would indeed be heading out to the Blue Sky State. Sanders’ intervention may prod the national party to get involved, and will almost certainly open the spigot of small-dollar support from his organization Our Revolution. That group, founded in the wake of his presidential campaign, had endorsed Thompson in Kansas, but did precious little in the way of fundraising for him.

At the East Roswell Public Library on Tuesday, in a predominantly Republican area, voters trickled out, more often than not telling HuffPost they had been turned away and told they were at the wrong polling place, even though they had just voted here in November. Reports came in from around the district of confusion at polling places, some of it sparked by the fact that some counties are split between several congressional districts, so not everyone in the same county was able to vote in the primary ― even though they’ve had to suffer through an endless loop of campaign commercials.

Hostility was on ample display. At a confluence of two polling precincts in east Cobb County, Ossoff supporter Holly Simmel had her umbrella and chair set up by 6:30 in the morning. Friends showed up shortly after and camped on the opposite side of the road. Then came a backer of Bob Gray, a self-styled Trump Republican, who began arguing with Simmel. He had fairly basic points to make, she recalled, among them that Democrats are not real Americans. When she asked him to be quiet, he called her a “snowflake” ― typically a term reserved for Twitter and YouTube comment sections, referring to the delicate nature of one’s political opponent.

“Your friend is sitting on my church’s lawn,” she said, before walking across the street to the Mount Bethel United Methodist Church, where voting was taking place. Shortly thereafter, the sprinkler began watering a group of Ossoff sign-wavers. Louisa Wakeman, Simmel’s friend, was among those getting drenched, and told HuffPost that a church official later came out and admitted to her he turned the sprinklers on to get them off his lawn. She reasoned that he shouldn’t volunteer to the church to be a voting precinct if he didn’t want rival voters showing up, but, in his defense, there hasn’t been a competitive congressional election in the district for decades.

Joe Webb, 70, standing outside the church with his Bob Gray sign, an American flag and a U.S. Marines flag, said he’s been standing there all day for three weeks, since early voting began ― an extraordinary assertion, but one confirmed by several Ossoff supporters, who said his familiar red hat and ponytail have indeed been there that long. “We’re not angry, we’re persistent,” Webb said. If Gray doesn’t get out of the primary, he said, he would happily support Karen Handel.

The same was true of other Republicans HuffPost spoke to. Jake McQueen, 58, a computer consultant, was one of them. “The candidate is important, but the party is more important,” he explained.

Dr. Larisa Pearlman, an OB-GYN who lives in the district, is reflective of the amount of energy on display. Pearlman, 48, worked a 24-hour shift on Friday, and immediately hit the pavement Saturday for Ossoff.

From Sunday morning until deep into Monday, Pearlman was back at work again, another 24-plus-hour shift. She sounded groggy but determined in an interview just as her shift ended, and said she wouldn’t be resting until her work for Ossoff was done. There would be no nap before afternoon canvassing; she had to help her son with a paper first.

“I’ve never been more politically motivated in my whole life,” said Pearlman, a Democrat. She said her sons “have both been very tolerant of my activity, so to speak.”

On Tuesday, she was outside the public library, waving a sign for Ossoff.

If Republicans hold Ossoff short of 50 percent and beat him in June, it’ll be thanks to people like Pearlman, McQueen and Charlene Weir. Weir, 49, also of Roswell, said she has voted in every election since she turned 18. Republicans, indeed, turn out for special elections and midterms at far higher rates than Democrats.

Weir was no big fan of Ossoff. “I don’t like him. He comes across as unlikeable,” she said. And every time, she has voted for a Republican, she said, save for one exception, the Dixiecrat Zell Miller.

National Democrats are often concerned that competing in elections and failing can be deflating for activists, and can turn the “narrative” against the party. But Jen Cox, a co-founder of the local group Pave It Blue, which launched after the election, said that what Trump has uncorked, Ossoff losing can’t put back in a bottle.

“The train has left the station, we couldn’t be happier, we’re just getting started,” she said. She explained it’s been liberating to realize other liberals live in the area and to create a new community. “When they’re talking today about this being a red district, always has been, always will be, I don’t think that’s true. We’re showing today that regardless of what happens tonight, we have narrowed that gap so much that they are shaking in their boots. Jon gave us this opportunity ― right place, right time ― and as soon as Jon gets elected we will move on to the next candidate that needs help flipping a red district. We will teach women how to get involved in politics, demystify the process of running for a position.”

If Ossoff goes down, “I don’t think it is going to negatively affect it, that is truly my honest answer. This is a channel for us to do something with the concern and angst we felt on November 9. There’s no unringing that bell.”

anonymous asked:

Established relationship: T'challa is a very private man, he doesn't show his emotions very often but when he does it's heartbreaking... So 5 times the avengers see how much he cares about Tony (hurt after a fight, almost dying, the media being dicks etc...)

A/N: This actually turned out really long and the timeline is a little all over the place but I hope this was close enough to what you were asking for. - Rachel

Warnings for canon-typical violence and injury.


1.      Overworked Tony
It had been a month since he was last able to see his lover. Wakanda might seem small, but with their advancements in technology and science they were very popular. Along with keeping up with political matters and taking care of the government concerning the Accords, it was hard to get some free time.

Since the events that were labeled the ‘Superhero Civil War’ things have gotten better. The Avengers were able to return to the United States and work on becoming a proper team again, though of course there was still a lot to be done. But for the most part, a lot of it was being handled. All of the Avengers were residing in the Avengers base in upstate New York, and that’s where the King was heading. He had some business to attend within America but with a lot of schedule changes, he was able to give himself five days of complete free time to spend with Anthony.

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But Victorian Britons (and, later, Americans) found something about Germany quite impossible to take, as well: ‘the average German of every class is of the opinion that there is no difficulty with which the State is not fit to deal’.

The State looks after his mind, his bowels, and his soul. From birth he must be registered by State functionaries, educated by State functionaries, married by State functionaries and shovelled out of this world by State functionaries.

Our own modern assumptions about the role of the state are far closer to nineteenth-century German ones than to those of our own great-great-grandparents. There is little in this catalogue of German strangeness which we, now, would find at all questionable, but it appeared completely bizarre to freedom-loving Victorians:

If you would hear the best music, you must listen to musicians who are paid from the public treasury. A government minister preaches in the government-owned church that you attend on Sunday, and if you are a student in a university the professor who lectures you is a government official. Sometimes you can even trace the government inspector’s stamp on the chop served at your restaurant.

This state was served by legions of functionaries who seemed almost to worship it: ‘No English Lord of the Treasury’s private secretary ever identified himself more thoroughly with the government he served than the humblest Vice-Deputy Sub-Assistant Temporary Inspector or Supernumary Clerk in the Berlin Public Office.’

[…]

This bizarre German mixture of overdone brain-work, heady theories, a biddable press, state worship and brutal militarism could only lead to one, dread thing: socialism.

Whatever we nowadays may think the word ‘socialism’ means, our forefathers were quite certain of it.

Two generations later, the first guru of neo-liberalism, Friedrich August (born von) Hayek, was to make his epochal claim that despite their apparent deadly rivalry, National Socialism and Soviet communism both sprang from exactly the same roots in Bismarckian anti-liberalism. But Victorian Britons did not need another seventy years of thinking time, or the personal experience of the Great War and its ghastly aftermaths, to come to the same conclusion. To them, the Bismarckian state and ‘socialism’ were in practice, quite simply, one and the same thing.

Socialist ideas are by no means confined to the lower stratum in society. The whole professional class is more or less infected with them. This class, living in a world of dreams, delighting in destructive criticism, utterly unacquainted with the practical aspect of such questions, has been captivated by the specious promises of Socialism. This is especially the case with the professors of political economy in the German universities. The chief professor of political economy at the Berlin University is a rank, an undisguised Socialist.

The Guardian warned that these German professors of economics are ‘a class of thinkers whose views frequently differ essentially from those usually adopted in this country’. For ‘though holding most of the doctrines of Adam Smith’ (as well they might!), they ‘take certain peculiar views’, namely ‘the policy of State intervention, which the socialistic professors are continually advocating in regard to all kinds of questions’.

[…]

So, at the end of the 1870s, Germany was a very strange place indeed to Britons. It was a world at once far more controlled and far less safely respectable than home. Going there, you would find a land plagued by striking class divisions, where a ‘toad-eating titular mania’ confronted an equally foreign, assassination-attempting social democracy. Even well-bred people had awful manners. There were soldiers, and penniless but dangerously touchy aristocrats, everywhere you went. The politics of the country appeared to be a quasi-military, one-chancellor arrangement comprising bitterly opposed parties, none of whom exercised any real power over the executive arm of government. Precisely because they knew that in the end nothing they did or said would change anything, these parties allowed themselves ‘to play at opposition and fronde’ with a level of public invective unknown in real British politics. ‘We talk of class hatred; but it is in Germany that true class hatred exists … the daily increasing hate and estrangement between the different political parties.’ These parties seemed able to agree on one thing and one thing only: the bizarre German doctrine that the more powerful the State, the better.

maybe the Germans won the war after all