taxi ride

if the right-libertarians of the world were right about capitalism being human nature, then, in the immediate aftermath of the manchester bombing people with cars would’ve become taxi drivers, haggling about price to fear ratios.

but what actually happened was that taxi drivers became simply people with cars- offering rides to safety for whoever needed one. crises aren’t times for price mechanisms and monetary exchanges. what we actually saw was human nature in retrograde, the recrudescence of the species essence, reverting to an unthinking, natural logic of from each according to their abilities to each according to their needs.  - it was base line communism.

this wasn’t reciprocity- the taxi drivers didn’t offer rides because they thought that they’d get something directly in return but because something within compelled them to do it. because it was the right thing to do. because we look after each other naturally and our instincts tend towards solidarity.

it’s the fact that this base line communism, of mutual support and solidarity is human nature that allows it to still exist in all of us, outside of the market and state and despite constant pressure to marketise every aspect of our lives, to consider everybody an evaluator or competitor- base line communism allows us to simply live.

it is humanity at its best, too often reduced to only appearing at the worst of times but one day it will win. it has to. and when it does we’ll see the best of ourselves all of the time.

Ambulance abusing drug dealer now gets frequent visit from the cops.

Here’s the back story: I work as a full time Paramedic in a moderately busy service. Recently we have have the pleasure, privilege and honor to be used as a taxi service for an extra special piece of shit, who calls 911 with a variety of fake complaints so he can get a “free” ride from his home 20 miles away to the hospital, where he typically refuses to even go inside and then will simply walk down the street and buy heroin he then takes home and deals to all of his piece of shit friends. Now, I say “free” because an ambulance bill can range anywhere from between $500 - $1000+ dollars depending on the nature of the call, miles driven, etc. One would think this is an expensive taxi ride, and it would be except that this douche nozzle has flat out said to us on multiple occasions that he has no intention of ever paying his bill, and since he has medicaid and has no medically necessary reason for going we won’t even get any money from insurance.

So refuse to take him, right?

Alas if only it were that simple… for those who don’t know, if you call 911 regardless of your complaint (heart attack or toe fungus) we have to transport you if you want to go.

A few weeks ago we went to pick this shit stain up when he called for “chest pain” (he is in his 20’s). We get there and he is standing on his deck, smoking a cigarette and laughing with a very unamused fire fighter. We start talking to him, and when I ask him what he is hoping the ER will do for him today, his response is “uhhhhhhhh… dunno, get evaluated?” Followed by a snarky laugh…

Now, he legitimately does have a history of a recent infection in his heart from using so much heroin himself, however he got booted out of the hospital that was trying to treat him when they caught him sneaking out to buy heroin and then using / deal from his room.

Fast forward back to the present. We (one of my partners and I) took him a couple weeks ago to a different hospital than he usually goes to, after a big long argument with him about his frequent trips and the fact that he has been sometimes refusing to even go inside the ER, telling crews that the nurses are mean to him, he doesn’t feel safe, ect and so forth, before walking out of the ambulance down the street to buy drugs. When I brought this up to him he got super pissy, accusing me of not believing he is sick (which I don’t, because he isn’t) and mistreating him because he is an addict, and blah blah blah.

On a whim I called the hospital he has been using as his designated go to right down the road from his suppliers, and I got a doctor who knew exactly who he was and what his bull shit angle is, and he told us to leave his ass there and not transport him! When he was informed of this he lost his shit, yelling and flipping furniture over and having an all around very amusing temper tantrum before slamming the door to his house.

Now the revenge: my partner I was working with that day told me that, while I was on the phone with the hospital, he went inside his house and came back out stuffing a knife in his pocket. I called our dispatch as well as supervisor and told them about douche canoe, his temper tantrum and knife. They called the Sheriff’s department, who also dispatches the fire department, and they put him on a “House Watch.” What this means is that, from now on, anytime that he calls 911, neither us nor the fire department will come until the police have gone first, regardless of what he is calling for.

Additionally, we talked with our medical director and he is now on a “Call Before You Haul” list, meaning anytime he wants a ride to the hospital we can call a doctor and get permission to refuse to transport him, even if he is requesting (or in his case demanding) transport.

Secrets (trans!peter)


For @chase-is-not-crash

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“Crap crap crap crap crap.”

Peter, in full Spider Man costume, dropped onto a roof and ducked behind an AC unit, holding his right arm tight to his chest.

It hurt, oh man it hurt and he could hardly draw a breath between the pain and his binder was too tight today and honestly he thought he might pass out if he couldn’t get laying down somewhere safe. But on this side of the city he was minimum twenty minutes of swinging, and close to an hour taxi ride from the safety of Aunt Mays apartment.

Too far.

He dropped his head back against the AC unit and tried to suck in a deep breath, tried not to scream when everything seized up. His arm, his chest…this was a horrible day.

And he was late for his injection, which made everything worse. He was supposed to take it last night, and had passed out exhausted before he remembered and then had ran out the door late to school and now here he was several hours later.

“What’s up, Spidey?” A deep voice startled him, but not as much as the red and black masked face that poked around the corner. “I’m sensing a damsel in distress.”

“Go away, Deadpool.” Peter flinched behind his mask at the ‘damsel’ comment. “I’m fine.”

Liar!” Deadpool crowed and moved to kneel in front of him. “Who knew our friendly neighborhood Spider Man lied like a fat kid stealing cake?”

“Please.” Peter bit out. “Please. Leave.”

“Hey.” Deadpool’s voice dropped, softened. “You’re not alright, alright? Plus you’re like twelve, and I just can’t leave a twelve year old superhero alone and hurting on the roof somewhere. Where’s your dad?”

“Who–”

“The Iron Giant.” Deadpool said impatiently. “I heard he looks out for you.”

“Don’t want him to know.” Peter was starting to feel a little lightheaded, lack of oxygen and the pain radiating up his arm making him dizzy. “And I’m not twelve.”

“Well you certainly aren’t eighteen.” Deadpool looked around, then seemed to come to a decision. “Well, I live close by, want to come to my place? We can get you patched up and–”

No!” Peter blurted. “I mean, no. No thank you.”

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170225 Apgujeong Fansign

Q: Very important!!! In the fu~~ture will you get married (30 years later?)

Yoongi: I’m not sure, I will think about it..

He said he’s not thinking about getting married, he has never thought about marriage and he asked is it really important and then he said since it’s something important, he will think about it in the future. He said 30 years later, he would be his father’s age and he will think about it then.

Q: What appetizer do you enjoy eating with alcohol?

Jin: Grilled Pork Belly

Jin read the post-it-note and said it’s different every time. It’s also different depending on the type of alcohol. The fan asked Jin just to pick one when he’s drinking soju. He said it has to be grilled pork belly ㅋㅋㅋ (and then the fan told him a dad joke ㅋㅋ)
Fan: Seokjin, did you come from an island?
Jin: ??
Fan: Handsome (handsome is 핸섬 and island is 섬)
Jin said the joke was ok ㅋㅋ

Q: Which Pokemon do you think that looks like you?

Jimin: I don’t really know

The fan asked Jimin if he still plays Pokemon and he replied sometimes ㅋㅋ The fans asked if he played Pokemon with Namjoonie hyung while riding a taxi. He replied he has played it with other hyungs while riding a taxi until 4am, but not with BTS members… he doesn’t know about the post-it-note (question) so he asked everyone to find the answer ㅠ_ㅠ 

Q: When do you think that it was a good decision to be a singer?

Namjoon: Like right now

The fan asked Namjoon how does he feel today? He replied good!! The fan is grateful that she met Namjoonie and he said that. He read the note and said he feel it’s now (that it was a good decision to be a singer). He also said that he wants to become a better person, while looking at everyone during the concert.

Q: What birthday present did Jiminie give you?

Taehyung: Clothes

Fan: What clothes?
Taehyung: It’s a secret.
Fan: Shirts?? Trousers??
Taehyung: Secret ㅋㅋ Jimin and V’s secret ㅋㅋㅋ 
He kept saying that it’s a secret ㅋㅋㅋ

Q: Hobi, who challenged singing! (you did so well!!) Which vocalist’s part do you want to sing?

Hoseok: Jiminie’s part!!

Hoseok read it out loudly and Spring Day started playing, he sang it while looking at Jiminie ㅋㅋ And said he wants Jimin’s part. The fan told him that his voice volume is good and he said really?? Then he went ‘ah~~’ like opera singing.

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phil’s been grumpy & having an attitude all day so dan wears really pretty short black lacy rompers that shows his bum perfectly and phil is drooling but dan walks around and is all “nah don’t touch me” and teases but never gives in until phil just looses it and rips it off of him and fucks him on the nearest surface until he couldn’t walk the next morning

I’m so sorry this took so long but it’s done! These are the pair I wrote him in, if you’re interested. Also I threw in some dirty talk for good luck.

Phil’s been in a mood all morning and frankly, Dan’s over it. He could tell it was going to be one of these seasonal Grumpy Phil days from the moment the older boy woke up. Dan was already down in the kitchen making his first of many coffees when Phil came padding down the stairs, looking like a hurricane had taken him during the night; black hair mussed up in a sort-of quiff, glasses askew, and a face like thunder. Dan’s greatest fear was confirmed when he had handed Phil his mug of coffee and hadn’t received his usual kiss of thanks, but instead a vague grunt. He’d then just shuffled into the lounge and collapsed onto the couch, and when Dan asked if he wanted to watch the new Attack on Titan episode he’d just grumbled a ‘sure, whatever’.

It’s not that Phil is particularly nasty when he’s in these moods – not like Dan, who can make you cry with one look when he’s shitty – but he’s just no fun. He just sulks quietly to himself for a day or so before bouncing back to his energetic self as if nothing happened. Admittedly, Dan thought it was horrifically cute the first few times it happened, cooing over Phil’s jutted bottom lip and furrowed eyebrows. But they’ve been together near on eight years now and Dan still hasn’t figured out what puts Phil in this mood or how to get him out of it, and that’s probably the most frustrating part of it all.

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Business and Pleasure - Part 15

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,833

Warnings: Swearing, angst


Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain


By the time you arrived back in New York, you were pretty sure that you had cried out all the tears your body could possibly produce. Your eyes were dry and bloodshot, and you couldn’t stop the constant shivering that had started sometime during the flight back. You spent the entirety of the flight trying not to cry. You hugged your knees to your chest as best as you could in the cramped plane and stared out the window. Thankfully, you had plenty of music on your phone, so you simply plugged in your headphones and tuned out the rest of the world.


Once you landed and collected your baggage, you realized just how late it was. The sun had set during the flight, and it was now well past midnight. You could have easily called a taxi, but you weren’t sure that you could handle being stuck in the back of a taxi for the ride back home. You didn’t want to have to make awkward small talk. All you wanted was to curl up in bed and sleep. 

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nowhere else i’d rather be

a belated birthday fic for the love of my life james potter <3

a lil throwback to his 18th birthday when he got so smashed he had to crash at lily’s and then they just had to share a bed.

The mirror keeps buzzing in her bag and she’s sure it’s Sirius, calling to see if they made it back alright. Lily can’t answer it though, because she has her arms full with James. A very mashed and wobbly James.

“Where are we?” He says into her neck, too loudly for Lily’s liking. If a light goes on in the house, they’re screwed.

“Almost there.” She tells him as they reach the gate and she has to hold him up with one hand to push it open. For a second he leans too far forward, but then somehow uprights himself and stumbles forward.

“Where are we?” He repeats, stepping closer so his breath fans all over her throat again. It would be nice if it didn’t smell of a mixture of jaeger and sick.

“My house.” Lily watches as realisation dawns on James’ face, mouth dropping open, shoulders going limp.

“Wow. You have a house?”

“Where did you think all your owls were coming to last summer?” She shakes him until his shoulders regain some structure and tries to walk forwards again. James is stuck though, feet planted firmly on the ground as he takes in her house.

There’s not much to take in and Lily blushes, not having really thought about this part of him crashing at hers. Of course, she’d thought about him staying one day, just not under these circumstances. In her imagination they hadn’t been sneaking in at 4 am because James got kicked out of the hotel the Marauders were staying at. 

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All my teacher friends are mocking this, but no one has said why what she said is wrong. Here’s her quote:

“Just as the traditional taxi system revolted against ride sharing, so too does the education establishment feel threatened by the rise of school choice,” Ms. DeVos said. “In both cases, the entrenched status quo has resisted models that empower individuals.”

Dad's Turn

Rebekah hasn’t been feeling well these past few days, so I was given the chore of getting us to the Okinawa aquarium today. Since I’ve been watching her do it all vacation, I thought it should be pretty easy to figure out. After all, the public transportation system in Tokyo, Kyoto and Osaka was pretty well developed and I had Google Maps to guide me. What could go wrong?

After putting in our destination, GM said to walk 2 miles to the limousine bus station and ride that all the way to the aquarium, a 60km trip across the island. The limousine bus is a service between the resort hotels and the airport to make life easier for tourists. I didn’t want to walk since Rebekah was feeling poorly so I called a cab. As we set out I reached for the umbrella, but since the skys were clear I left it in the room. Little did I know that storm clouds were building just beyond the horizon.

We got in the cab and started toward the stop indicated by GM when the first drops of the brewing storm started to fall. The cab driver asked again for our destination and seemed confused. She stopped the taxi and called back to the dispatcher for directions and eventually handed me the phone. I talked to the dispatcher who spoke english very well. She had never heard of the limo bus either and suggested maybe the highway express bus. I finally agreed and we were off again. 3000yen later (about $30) we were dropped off at a lonely bus stop on the side of the highway to wait.

At this point Rebekah decided to check GM and although the highway bus did indeed go to the aquarium, it was not the limo bus. And we had to wait almost 90 minutes for our bus…. We eventually finished the two hour bus ride to the aquarium, arriving later than planned. The sky was an amazing blue, wispy white clouds and the view to the ocean was breathtaking. I would have been happy spending the rest of the afternoon gazing out to sea, but the world’s second largest aquarium awaited.

We had to wait thirty more minutes to get the discounted ticket price, so we went to the restaurant and got lunch. With full bellies we entered the aquarium and beheld some amazing creatures. Rebekah was thrilled to see a flowerhat jellyfish and was almost in tears when she saw the box jellyfish, one of the most deadly the ocean has to offer. I was enamored by not one but two giant whale sharks swimming gracefully around a tank the size of a house. We spoiled our dinner eating ice cream in the cafe next to the tank and watched them glide past.

After ice cream we went outside to watch the sea turtles and peek at manatee and dolphin. Around 5:30 Rebekah checked GM to plot our course for the hotel. The storm broke forcefully and without warning.

Google returned an ominous “No route found” answer to our request. It turns out that the limo bus and the highway bus both stop running pretty early on Okinawa. There are no trains, subways or other buses connecting cities on the island either; I blame a strong American presence for the lack of public transportation. A taxi was our only way back across the island.

We arrived back at the hotel after dark but were treated to a beautiful sunset along the way. By the way, 13,800yen is a small price to pay for a trip to Japan with your daughter and totally worth the ticket price to the aquarium. But next time I’ll remember to check for the time the last bus departs and make sure we’re on it.

some fun facts about the romanian protests:

the government just made train rides free for students a few days ago. hundreds of students took that opportunity to get to bucharest to protest
pubs are offering free drinks, restaurants free food, hotels free accommodation, taxis free rides, kindergartens free babysitting
police officers and guards stay in the squares to protest after their shifts are over
people in bulgaria and moldova have also come out to protest in solidarity

it’s day 6 of protesting in the cold and humanity is truly beautiful. also, romanians are savage

170704 N Fancafe

여행 잘 다녀왔습니다. (+ 수정)

6월 26일 아침. 우린 공항에 무려 2시간이나 일찍 도착했다.
유심도 사고 일본에 가는동안 먹을 간식도 좀 사고, 비행기에 오르니 정말 여행이 실감났다.

I’m back from my trip. (+ Edit)

The morning of June 26th. We got to the airport a whole 2 hours early.
We bought SIM cards and some snacks to eat on the way to Japan, and when we got on the plane, it really felt like a vacation.

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Slow Hands

(A Smutty-ish Steve One Shot)

A/N: I should be getting ready for work, I should be writing It’s a Buck Girl Thing but it’s Steve’s birthday and the poor lad needs some loving! It’s quite smutty and inspired by Niall Horan’s Slow Hands

A/N 2: I wrote it quickly this morning and only checked it once so apologies for any mistakes!

Summary: After the events of Civil War, and Bucky gone, Steve does not want to celebrate. He wants to feel like a normal guy, meet a nice gal, have his way with her. He’s in Wakanda and it’s the 4th of July and everyone’s down to celebrate.

Warnings: Smutty undertones. Pet names. Steve’s neck.

Word count: 2.5k

Originally posted by luvinchris

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