the have's and have not's

Tagged by: @whipplefilter @lemonaderamirez @stormy-boy (thanks for the tag babies! ❤)

Last Movie: Cars (needed inspiration for my fanfics. Doing research by watching this movie for my story is so fun no matter how many times I’ve seen it).

Last Song: Priceless by For King and Country (new anthem thanks to God and @texdinoco 😉)

Movies I want to see: DEADPOOL 2 (SO HYPED!!!!!!!!!), Incredibles 2, Wonder, Justice League, and the Thurgood Marshall movie

Favorite Color: PURPLE!!! 💜💜

Relationship: Single (in a relationship with Jesus Christ on the spiritual side. Also Cruz Ramirez is my banana babe)

Top 4 Shows: Touched By An Angel 😇 (FAVORITE)

The Haves and the Have Nots (STUNNING)

Jane the Virgin (SPECTACULAR)

Greenleaf (AMAZING)

Top Ships: (I’m doing family relationships as well. Also the “/” indicates a romantic relationship. The “and” indicates friendship or family relationships).

Cars fandom (my main fandom):

SALQUEEN (FAVORITE), Cruz/Jackson, Cruz/Danny, DOC AND LIGHTNING (FAVORITE ANIMATED BROtp), LIGHTNING AND CRUZ (FAVORITE ANIMATED FATHER AND DAUGHTER RELATIONSHIP), Lightning, Bobby, and Cal, Strip/Lynda, FLO/RAMONE (POWER COUPLE), Luigi and Guido, Sarge and Fillmore, Lightning and Mater, Doc and Smokey, Louise/Doc, Louise and Cruz, Lightning and Jackson (they need to bond), and Doc and Sheriff

Outside of Cars:

Brian/Mia (Fast and Furious)

Dom/Letty (Fast and Furious)



Wildehopps (Zootopia)

Monica and Tess (Touched by an Angel)

John Reese and Harold Finch (Person of Interest)

Root and Shaw (Person of Interest)

CaReese (Person of Interest)

Gnomeo /Juliet (I do like their relationship)




I tag: @naginxta @dashie217 @icy-halle09 @xvioletcrusadex

anonymous asked:

If cosmetics in OW were completely optional, why can't I buy a version of OW without them (Only access to the default skins)? Why can't I turn them off for all other players? Surely Blizzard doesn't want to create a system of have and have nots with Overwatch to incentivize people to spend money on the lootboxes.

really makes you think huh

“I came to America when I was six years old. Mom said she brought us here so that we’d have opportunities in life. She said that back in the Bahamas, it’s only the ‘haves’ and the ‘have nots.’ She wanted us to have more choices. But I don’t think she fully understood how things work here. She was a news reporter back in the Bahamas. But the only job she could get here was taking care of oldpeople. My dad could only work construction. We moved to four different states just so they could find work. They always told me, ‘Just study hard in school and everything will work out fine.’ So that was my plan. I got all A’s up until the 11th grade– except for one B in math. My goal was to get top twenty in my class, then go to college, then get a degree, and then get a job. I realized the truth my senior year. My guidance counselor told me I couldn’t get a loan. I couldn’t get financial aid. Even if I could find a way to pay for school, I probably couldn’t get a job. I felt so mad at everyone. There were some kids who completely slacked off in school, but even they were going to college. I started having panic attacks. My dad told me not to worry. He called me a ‘doubting Peter.’ He invited all his friends over to a fish fry to help raise money. And he did get $3,000. But that wasn’t enough. So I searched really hard on the Internet and found the scholarship. My mom was so excited when I got it. They’re paying for me to go to Queens College. Now my mom’s really scared again because DACA got revoked. She’s crying all the time at work. I try to tell her that no matter what happens, we’re not going to die. We just might have to start over.”

here are a bunch of fucking fantastic fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of october. I recommend that you read these great fics in november, if you haven’t already!! also check out the Reverse Big Bang and 31 Days of Smut!

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)

1. Damn the Dark, Damn the Light 20k

“Why is this face of beauty ringing so true?” The genuine confusion in Harry’s voice causes Louis’ chest to painfully twinge. “You’re a complete stranger in my eyes, William Shakespeare, but not in my heart. How is that possible?”

Louis wants to live out every romance plot he has ever written in his own life. He wants to be the protagonist of his own narrative, the hero who finds true love and gets his happy ending. Instead, Louis is stuck with only dreaming of such wild fantasies and writing them down. He can create entire romances in his dreams, yet he can never live one.

2. Threadbare 20k**

Harry Styles was eight years old when Louis Tomlinson kept him from falling into a machine in a Manchester textile mill. He was 18 years old when nothing, not even the threat of death, could keep Harry from falling in love with Louis.

3. Don’t Come Down 6k

Louis takes Harry home to meet the family.

4. I’ll Take Your Pain 2k*

Or, soulmates have the ability to feel each other’s pain, and Harry finds his after getting his arse waxed.

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Where Did All the Fairy Godmothers Go?

It happened so slowly, most didn’t even realise it was happening.

The disappearance of the Fairy Godmothers.

Nobody knows where they went, but then again nobody bothered to ask. It seemed as though they’d always been there, so it wasn’t much of a surprise that no-one asked where they went until it was too late to get an answer. 

After all, the world was a big place and growing bigger every year. There were so many people. More than when the Fairy Godmother’s had first appeared.

More people than they ever hope could help. 

Magic could only do so much when they were so vastly outnumbered.

What was once commonplace became a lottery of sorts. Who would be amongst those lucky enough to meet a Fairy Godmother? To have all their dreams come true? Their problems solved? Who were the haves and who were the have-nots?

It didn’t matter how good a person was, all that mattered was being in the right place at the right time, crying the right amount of tears.

Really, it was inevitable that the backlash against Fairy Godmothers would rise over time, as the world grew bigger and fewer people got a chance at a magical happily ever after.

People always want a quick fix for their problems.

Yet, in the midst of the uproar, the anger, the envy, people forgot that Fairy Godmothers were people too. Of course, they weren’t entirely human, so it was easy to strip them of said humanity, to see them as these beacons of fate, handing out happily-ever-afters on a whim and leaving the rest of the population to rot.

It was easy to forget the fairies who had raised their children in secret.

Easy to forget the ones who loved and watched over the orphaned ones, as though they were their own.

Easy to forget the ones who protected them against the darker forces in the world, as well as those who wielded them.

Until, one day, people began to notice that it had been weeks since they’d spotted the familiar flutters of sparkling wings. There were no whispers of magical happenings at peoples’ doors, no rumours to spread. Cries for help went unanswered for everyone. It seemed at last that the world was equal- at least in terms of those hated magical shortcuts.

Some celebrated a return to fairness, others felt stabs of guilt at having pushed an entire group of beings into hiding. A few hoped they’d come back if only to help those less fortunate- who now seemed to be suffering more than ever in the fairies absence.

(There were certain murmurs among the younger folk, those who had been too small to ever be graced by fairies power, about how vocal those in positions of power had been in their hatred for the Fairy Godmothers. But those criticisms were quickly squashed by those who were louder, older, angrier.)

Weeks turned into months, months turned into years, and soon Fairy Godmothers were a distant memory. They became nothing more than stories to tell dazzled children, all with the understanding that Fairy Godmothers weren’t real- that if their children wanted a happily ever after, they would have to earn it like their forefathers before them.

Fairy Godmothers didn’t exist.

And their children would just have to accept that and move on.

(i was tagged by a few people to korok-kael but i wanted to post here too)

rules: answer the twenty questions and tag twenty people. (or you can just tag 10 because 20 is a lot gee)

  1. name:  kael
  2. nicknames:  ko !!
  3. birthday:  march 12  
  4. zodiac sign:  pisces  
  5. Height:   5′ 11″ ! trees attack me because im so glorious
  6. orientation:  west
  7. nationality:   sad
  8. favorite fruit:  cherries and strawberries !!  
  9. favorite season:  spring / california winter (which is also spring)
  10. favorite flower:  so many ! flowers hold a lot of significant meaning to me ! i’ll list that all in the tags ah ha, 
  11. favorite scent:  t h e  r a i n  : ) no one is more basic than me
  12. favorite book:
  13. coffee / tea / hot cocoa:  i drink coffee more than tea but tea is v important and sacred to me ,
  14. average sleep hours:  i’ll usually either get 4 hours or 12 hours , never in between woops
  15. cat or dog person:  i have two cats accept one of then is a dog so idk  
  16. favorite fictional character:  saria and celeste are both super important to me bc i would spend so much time around them as a child, also brewster and all of my harvest moon wives lmao
  17. number of blankets you sleep with:  one big one and my cats act like blankets too , i have like, 5 on my bed but idont use them : )
  18. blog created:  i started @korok-kael 6 months ago !!! pinekid tho i started in 2010 ; )
  19. number of followers:  25,000+ between my 3 blogs !  (3k on the ac one, pinekid has almost 18k and my   a e s t h e t i c  /witch one has 5k)
  20. random fact:   i !!! … am tired !!! :‘ )

tag 20!:  @s-enja @luxjii @bunblevee @jjhoa @8bitrk-d @koiysa @jdebbiel @floralbandaid @days-e @dearratroi (only ten oops)

like / reply if you read please (feeling paranoid today for no good reason )
Analysis | The ultra-rich are hiding way more money overseas than anyone realized
Leaks from the secretive offshore world demonstrate just how much

Previous researchers had theorized that tax evasion was likely much more common at the top of the wealth spectrum. Not only can the superwealthy afford expensive offshore services that help them hide their earnings, they are also less likely to have to disclose to the government in the first place.

Top earners are more likely to be self-employed, and thus have the burden of reporting their own income. In contrast, lower-income people typically earn wages, which in the United States are reported directly to the government by an employer in the form of W-2s. Among wage earners, rates of tax evasion are almost zero, Zucman says.

In addition to providing new insight into the nature of tax evasion, the researchers say their findings probably mean that economists have significantly underestimated inequality. If the top 0.01 percent have 30 percent more wealth than their tax returns indicate, that puts far more distance in the yawning wealth gap between the haves and have-nots.

“It increases measured inequality quite substantially,” said Zucman. 

For Zucman, the findings imply that governments are missing out on a lot of revenue that is being hidden by the super wealthy. 

Hitchhiking/roadtrip AUs
  • ‘My car broke down up the road and you’re the only one in this gas station, please give me a lift home because I left my wallet and phone in my car’ AU
  • ‘You were passed out at the side of the road so I picked you up and now we’re stopped in a local gas station until I know you’re okay’ AU
  • ‘I wasn’t intending to pick up a hitchhiker but you just launched yourself at my car so I feel giving you a lift is the least I could do after almost hitting you’ AU
  • ‘You said you were giving me a lift back home and I’m sure we’re just driving in circles now. Are you trying to keep me talking to you?’ AU
  • ‘I’m stranded by some random road in the middle of nowhere and I left my phone in my car but thought I could remember my (family member/friend)’s number but it turns out I’ve phoned you so, uh, do you think you could give me a lift home?’ AU
  • ‘I saw you passed out in this heat and didn’t know what to do so I just parked my car and sat by your side. Do you need a lift?’ AU
Crayons Can Melt On Us

JILY CHALLENGE | @prongsno vs @alicelongbottom

summer tropes + you are drunk and rambling on about how nice the angle of my elbows are at this music festival but I can’t find your friends and I’ve lost mine, wanna spend the rest of the night getting drunk and dancing together??

(read on ao3)

Lily Evans blames Mary MacDonald. For everything.

It’s always Mary who’s getting her into trouble. Detentions, fights, blind dates…

But this time’s different.

This time they’re at the Leeds Festival, both completely hammered and belting out the words to One Direction’s ‘Kiss You’. She doesn’t even like them, but when Mary bought her drink number two and started spitting out the lyrics (literally the whole song, not even one word misplaced) to Outkast’s Hey Ya they somehow ended up on boy bands.

Now Mary’s arm is around her waist and they’re grasping onto their cups like it’s their life support. Lily hiccoughs and then suddenly Mary is crying.

Her boyfriend of ten months broke up with her last week. He’s been cheating on her for about two weeks and she only found out because she rang his phone and, of course, who should answer but this girl who says that said boyfriend is in the shower.

“D’ya know he rang asking for my forgiveness?” Mary sobs, gulping down another drink. “That rotten scumbag had the acidity to wait no… the - the adadcity?”

“Aud-acity. ‘Sjust think of the car.”

A group of people in flower crowns walk past at this moment, each biting into a hot dog or kebab or hamburger respectively.

When was the last time she ate?

Lily’s stomach churns at the thought but she’s got no idea if that’s out of hunger or nausea. She decides to sniff the air, the crisp wonderful and gross smell of barbecue and dripping fat with a portion of chips on the side sounds… amazing.

“Y’know what I need?” Her friend’s voice rings out in her ears. It’s a faint voice compared the noise of the festival around them, but being best mates for seven years means she’s now accustomed the soft song of Mary MacDonald.

“A nice juicy hamburger?”

“That too. But also a… a toe-curling and heart palpitating snog.” 

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Hearts’ Halves And Humans Have Knots

I have iron in my forearms
which makes my blood shine
to those who draw it
and you have magnetic poles;
sterling bars all across
your quite covetous treasures.

I have porcelain shards
jangling inside of my shoes
because this bluntly forceful,
traumatic world unsettles me so vastly,
I’d burn myself at both ends
just to light a fire in you
and feel some semblance of warmth.

I want to have this whole but

I have to be more slip of slide
instead of teeter of totter,
not a teether or a bother,
and a lot more of lever
and too little of lover.  
I cannot pretend forever.

I would hold on too tightly
to your bone shoulder blades,
cut my fleshy hands,
and have deep lacerations  
from all love’s fractures
and all life’s faultlines.

And despite all of that,

I have a lighthouse vantage point
in constant search for you
through thickets of filth and fog
and you have house light eyes
that yield me when of blackened state
and welcome me with your warm glow.  

The only thing I have not is you.

Share Music

Anyone reading this i just ask a simple favor. Share with me some of your favorite music. The band that saved your life. The song that makes you cry your eyes out. The music that makes you who you are. Your own band or even someone sitting in their bedroom playing an instrument and singing. Please share it with me. I love all music and want to know what everyone else likes. I want new music to listen to but i also want to meet excellent people who dig good tunes. Lately ive been big on the dead south, the have nots, Neko Case, and Andrew WK. Share with me. Music unites us all.

You know what Chumbley rant time.

Andrew Chumbley is the founder of something known as Sabbatic Witchcraft, which sounds cool and like exactly the sort of thing many of us tradition witches are aiming for.

All his texts are exclusively published in small, expensive editions. Lots of movers and shakers in the scene refer to having read them.

Personally, I think paying for religious enlightenment has an ugly history. I don’t think a tradition which requires giving money to a founder deserves the name “sabbatic”, as traditional witches were so often the outcast and marginalised. I think his books reinforce the idea of there being magical have and have nots - and you are a have not. While it is certainly true that some people do have great wisdom, I don’t think they should sell it; and while it is important to work hard and strive to improve and make sacrifices, I don’t think that should be expressed in something as mundane and unspiritual as “having lots of disposeable income”

I think you can learn most things worth knowing from peers and then directly from the spirit world by, say, taking lots of long walks in the woods and developing your personal sense of immanence and reflection. The idea of owning status symbol grimoires is a distraction from the sort of active work one needs to be doing to improve at anything. So does the idea that individuals such as Chumbley are very wise and have access to information that you need to pay for: it is a blow to your self confidence, the ballsiness and unshakable sense of mastery one needs to do good magic.

I think referring vaguely to Chumbley as an authorirty when few of us have the ability to engage critically with his ideas is bunk, and so is having to pay a bunch to discover whether his ideas are bunk, and so is referring to having them - without talking in detail about his ideas - as a way to bolster ones own status.

Fuck Chumbley. Fuck the whole Scarlet Imprint thing.