this is what happens when you are forced to sell

anonymous asked:

can you do a "i've lost so many others, not you too" with carl please?

This one might be sad omg warning. But thank you so much for the ask, I hope you like it!

-Renee

Originally posted by choiryoungjae

You had been having trouble at home and things with your life were slowly getting worse. The only good thing about your life at this point was Carl, and even then, you still made yourself mad because you knew you didn’t deserve him. You’d been like this for awhile, and Carl had easily taken notice to it.

You suddenly started dealing for the bad half of your family, obviously hiding it from Carl and everyone else. You didn’t want anyone to know how bad you were doing, and even you knew how bad your life had gotten. You knew dealing wasn’t something you should do, but you did it anyways. 

You had been behind the Alibi Room, dealing to the men that ventured back there. It was a simple five-minute sell and then you could go in and have fun with Carl and his family. But you didn’t see Carl come into the alleyway while you were finishing up the last half.

Carl jerks the bag from your hand, shoving it in the dumpster and making the men scatter away. You had no idea what to do because you knew the one person that you didn’t want to find out, found out. He didn’t look mad, but he obviously didn’t look too happy either. “What’s going on with you?”

You look down in shame, tears forming in your eyes. You couldn’t say because you didn’t exactly know. You knew when it started, and you’re sure he did too. It’s just he caught you, and now that awful feeling you get when you have to go out and sell, it doubled. “Everything.”

“So you start selling?” He makes sure to lift your chin, forcing you to look at him, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You shake your head, forcing yourself not to cry in front of him like this, “I didn’t want you to look at me like the way you are right now.”

A deep frown finds its way on his face, “I’m not looking at you like this because of you selling, (Y/N). What would have happened if you got caught? I would’ve lost you.”

“I wouldn’t have got caught, Carl,” You say, suddenly finding yourself angry. How could he have thought that you’d get caught? “Anyways, it would be best if you lost me.” You look away, not wanting to look at his face. He’s seen you at your worst, but none of that could be as bad as this. This had to be the lowest he’d ever seen you, and you realize that he didn’t need you. You would only bring him down. 

I’ve lost so many others, not you too.” He takes your hand, pulling you to him. “Please don’t leave me. Please don’t sell. I’ll help you through this, I can help you.” 

“I’m just going to bring you down-”

“No! If it’s home, you can stay with me. If it’s someone I can fuck them up. Look, (Y/N), I will do anything.” He holds your cheek, tears forming in his eyes. How could you do this to him?

You slowly lean up, kissing him, “Okay.”

“Okay? Yes?”

“I love you Carl,” You couldn’t leave him. No matter how hard you tried. You loved him too much, and you knew he loved you just as much, maybe even more. 

To say that the atmosphere in the room was tense would probably be the hugest understatement on this side of the universe. All seven of them were sitting on the couch, uncertainly exchanging gazes. Lance was still hurt, but he’d refused to go into the healing pot before they hadn’t finished talking about this. ‘This’ being Keith’s appearance – his condition.

Keith was trembling, his hands squeezed between his thighs to conceal his feelings, his face in a mask of indifference to hide how hurt he was. How scared. It didn’t make things easier that he still hadn’t managed to control his feelings enough, to change back to his normal appearance.

“So, we really have to talk about this,” Shiro slowly started.

A small snort nearly left Keith at this words. It wasn’t like he was sitting there because he wanted to.

No one seemed to notice his reaction and Shiro simply continued talking. “What do you now about… well, about this?” He waved his hand uncertainly in his direction.

Now Keith loved Shiro like a brother, he really did. He’d always looked up to him, had always wanted to be like him. But in this moment, he felt nothing but anger towards the older Paladin, and he definitely wanted to punch him into his face.

Anger and disappointment.

Still he tried to keep those feelings out of his voice as much as possible. “I don’t know more than any of you do,” he grumbled, keeping his gaze on the floor.

The uncomfortable silence return, and Keith just prayed, begged to whoever was willing to listen to his thoughts, that he could simply turn into a normal human again, and all had been some very weird kind of dream.

“This could be a problem,” Pidge muttered into the silence. As she noticed how suddenly all eyes were on her, she tried to quickly wave off what she’d just said. She looked over to Keith. “I didn’t mean that you’re a problem. Well, technically I did say that, but not because of you. Just because- well, because apparently, you’re a Galra, or a half or whatever, and they’re…”

“The enemy,” Keith finished Pidge’s sentences in a deadpan voice.

The female paladin didn’t even deny his words.

Keith sighed, bringing his hand up to run it through his hair, only to stop it, when he saw his palm. His purple, hairy palm. With a grimace, he lowered his hand again, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Of course, we don’t consider you an enemy,” Allura quickly tried to do some damage control. “After all it’s still you.” She hesitated a second before continuing. “We still have to consider what this means for us. How this happened, and who you really are.”

Another wave of disappointment washed through Keith, and his shoulders tensed. He practically had to force his jaw to open, if he wanted to speak. “You mean, if I really am a spy? If I sell you to the Galra empire?” The eyes strained on him were filled with shock at his words. And with guilt.

“That’s bullshit, man,” Hunk argued quietly. “We’d never think that.”

As if coming out of his shock Coran nodded eagerly. “Of course, you wouldn’t sell us out,” he said matter-of-factly. “You already would’ve had more than enough opportunity to do it, after all.”

This statement was just like another hit to Keith’s gut. His hurt quickly changed into the hot, boiling feeling of pure anger. “Do you really think that? That I suddenly decide to give my loyalty to those freaking monster, just because for some reason I look at them? Do you really think that I’d simply abandon you just like that? Do you-”

Suddenly he relaxed back into the couch. Back into the touch, the hand, which was caressing the top of his head and stroking his ears.

“What are you doing, Lance?” Shiro disturbed the sudden silence.

Lance simply continued, a wide smile on his lips. “These are really as soft as they look,” he stated happily, while he continued to run his fingers over the purple fur.

If Keith would’ve noticed he’d probably minded, that he was making noises akin to purrs. With a sigh, he leaned his head down to give Lance even more room for his administrations.

The others just continued to stare at him dumbfounded. Allura caught herself first. “Are you- Don’t you understand the graveness of this situation, Lance?”

“Which graveness? Keith looking like a cat really isn’t such a bad situation. It’s cute.”

“He looks like a Galra,” the Altean princess hiss exasperated.

Lance huffs. “No. He looks like Keith with kitten ears. Just a little more purple than normal.”

With shame Keith noticed the large lump sitting inside his throat, and he had to swallow around it. For a few moments, he had to fight the urge to turn and bury his face into Lance shoulder, but when his fellow Paladin said “Come on, guys, it’s just Keith” he couldn’t help himself anymore.

But although he actively soughtLance’s warmth he fought the tears threatening to well up with all his power, and managed to hold them back. No one commented on this gesture, and Lance simply hummed and continued to gently caress his head.

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“I can do more good here” Kallus is quite sure what he’s saying. Or doing. But he doesn’t feel right getting on the ship with Bridger.

The ship takes off, leaving Kal behind on the hangar floor to escort an implicated Lyste to the detention block.

He is summoned to Thrawns office. Yularen, Pryce and Konstatine are there as well.

Kallus is commended for “Fulcrums” arrest. He’s dismissed.

When he’s back in his room he finally breaths. Alive for another

Things that didn’t bother him before now cause him to throw up. It’s much harder now he knows that most of the empires victims are innocent. It’s easier when you think they’re guilty. There’s a permanent knot in his stomach. He doesn’t sleep. He feels like a shell of who he was. A facade.

The worst of it all is the constant threat of being caught. It scares him more than anything. Kallus knows what happens to traitors, having dealt with a few himself.

He’s worried he’ll break. That whatever they’d do to him would cause him to sell out the people who saved his life.

Kallus begins to think that maybe he would have been better off going with the rebels. He wouldn’t feel as though he wasn’t living.

He forces the thought away. Kallus was doing this for a reason. To maybe make up for the things he did. If he got caught then so be it. He was going to keep going until then

___________
“I can do more good here.”

It’s the last thing Ezra heard before the phantom closes up and Rex takes off.

Kanan is still dazed but he’s awake enough to notice they’re a man short.

“Where’s Kallus?”

Ezra shakes his head. “He… He to stay behind…I don’t understand.”

“What don’t you understand?”

“He had an out. Kallus didn’t have to stay and fear for his life every day. What if they find him? He could be killed!”

Kanan smiles. “Didnt know you cared about him so much.”

Ezra shrugs. “ He risked his life for us… we owe him.”

Kanan nods. “We do, but if Kallus thinks he can help us by staying we need to respect that-”

“why?”

“Because he’s done bad things. And now that he knows that he feels responsible and guilty. Staying his way of making up for it.”

Ezra frowns, but sits down. “I just feel that he’d do better if he got away from the empire…like Sabine did. If I had time I could have made him come.”

“Everyone’s different Ezra. We can’t make his decision for him.”

“You know happens now right?”

“Yeah, you have to explain to Zeb why Kallus isn’t on this ship.”

anonymous asked:

Hello, I love your blog so much and I literally visit it daily (your masterlist has saved me so many times). That being said, I'd love it so much if you could Rec some fics where Draco and Harry are in situations where they're stuck together (like in a physically room or mentally or pretty much any place they're forced to be together) I've read all the fics on your bonded rec list and loved them all. Thank you so much and have a lovely day.

I read this ask wrong first, so congrats you also made me update my bonding list. :D I separated your request in to two, hope you enjoy it and thank you for the support x 

Stuck Together

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anonymous asked:

Why doesn't Dany see how hypocritical it is to be against slavers, when her goal is to enslave the people of Westeros? She plans to invade Westeros with dragons, and those who don't submit and obey her orders will be burnt alive... I understand that she's still a kid, and that her brother brainwashed her, but she should at least begin to learn more about the world before she decides to live by her house words.

Hello anon,

I. Dany’s goal is not to enslave the people of Westeros.  

Her goal is to reconquer Westeros.  

Dany is as Anti-Slavery as it gets, and while I’ll be the first to say that conquest is a tricky power situation period, you can’t call what she intends slavery, given that the whole point of her arc in A Dance with Dragons is about what happens when you remove slavery from a society period.

The thing about conquest is it’s tricky.  It does fundamentally involve forcing submission of one autonomous body to the control of another autonomous body.  But that submission is not slavery; it wasn’t slavery when Aegon, Visenya, and Rhaenys conquered the Seven Kingdoms the first time around and it won’t be on Dany’s Questeros.  Dany’s goals in taking over control of Westeros do not involve the buying and selling of human flesh, the ownership of other living beings as property, or a society based on that economy.  You cannot make up your own definition to what slavery is based on your dislike of Dany’s goals.  That’s not how it works.

II. Circling back to the Dany is as Anti-Slavery as it gets, her conquest of Westeros is about to get royally fucked by a form of magic that inherently enslaves the dead and will do this to all of the people living in Westeros given the chance.  This is going to change Dany’s goals, and is also drastically going to affect how she engages with the people she’s conquering.  

III.  Westeros has no rule of law.  It’s a society that exists by the same parameters that Dany will be using in conquering it–namely that the person who is the strongest wins.  That’s how Robert won his throne, it’s how Aegon won his throne, it’s how Tywin held his power, it’s how Roose claimed the North.  There is no nice way to hold power in Westeros and pretending that there is is not reading the political and social scene of this violently patriarchal quasi-feudal clusterfuck.  To say that Dany is hypocritical for wanting to conquer Westeros is ignoring the flagrant way that those in Westeros currently use and abuse their power to suppress their enemies. She’ll be playing by the exact same rules that everyone else will be, except that she’s going to have dragons and will give a damn about the smallfolk.

Hey remember that one time when Ratchet and Clank insinuated that Britney Spears was a homicidal robot who wrote songs calling for the extermination of organic life

Or that other time they suggested that Fox was a souless, amoral congolomarate that would break all kinds of laws in the name of money including forcing innocent people to compete in a murderous combat sport

Or when Ratchet discovered the corporaton he was working for was basically terrorising it’s galaxy in the name of bolts


Or how in the VERY FIRST GAME you were against a guy whp was literally destroying planets just to build a new one, sell it, pollute it, and then build another

These games were anti-authorotarian as fuck while still being hillarious, i’m really amazed I don’t see more about them

palindrome310  asked:

Hello! Congratulations on the job, I hope you will enjoy it more than your former one. Having a place of your own sounds like a great idea. Sometimes I wish the same but I think it would be better to do it later in life than attach myself to an area that I don't know if I'll stay around. Anyway, it was good to see you over here!

Thank you for the welcome back! It’s good to see you too! :)

Yeah, I’m not sure about it entirely and my parents are looking into what happens to a mortgage if you leave or go abroad and that sort of thing. I don’t want to do it if it’s going to really force me to remain in an area when I don’t know if the job will work out long term. But as parents say, “You can always sell!” so there is that. Still, I think it is probably better than paying loads in rent and still never being able to save up. I can definitely see your point too though!

An interview Richard gave in 1994 but was not released until 1996.

RICHARD RAMIREZ: Are you nervous?
FHF: A bit, but hardly. I did an interview with Manson not too long ago. I get a little uptight when I do interviews. You know, wondering if the questions will come out right or will they get angry at anything I might ask?
RR: Oh. Well, uh… go ahead and we’ll see what happens. I don’t mind any questions really.

FHF: Good. Let’s start with the ladies. Why are some so attracted to you? Bernadette Brazal, not bad - pretty cute.
RR: I think the girls are attracted to me because they can relate to me. The girls are nice when you’re in my situation, but since I’m in here I spend more time writing to them about the relationship, rather than living it, but there are good friendships formed never-the-less. A couple of them are religious, they come into my life to try and help me.

FHF: Can you be saved? By God and the Jesus kid?
RR: No, I’m pretty set in my ways. I doubt anything short of a miracle would change me. I do have an open mind, and I listen to them.

FHF: Were you brought up religiously?
RR: Very. My mother and father used to take me to church in Mexico and Texas, were I used to live. The huge figures of saints and crucifixions. Religion played a big role in my life.

FHF: You think it captured your imagination?
RR: More than that, I saw myself inside it. It became a part of everyday life. How I thought. How I felt. Later on, by my teenage years, it was all in conflict with me, and still is. You understand? Bad and good and everything I had learned about Satan and God.

FHF: Did you believe God was watching?
RR: Yeah.

FHF: Most teenagers feel these delusions.
RR: All the actions in my life, at that time, I looked at them and tried to fathom how God would judge them.

FHF: So how’d you make out?
RR: Ugh, in my teens, it wasn’t going too good. When I got to about 17, that really caused some problems with me. I started resorting to a life my mother didn’t care for. At 17 she kicked me out, so it was a pretty hard life. I stole cars, I picked pockets. Stuff like that.

FHF: What happened at home that put you into that?
RR: I went off to reform school. I came back, she kicked me out. I fended for myself by selling drugs and stuff. Then I moved to California.

FHF: Is that where you got hooked up into devil worship?
RR: No, I started feeling like that before. I believe in Satan. I believe evil is a force that is beyond us, and that we just have to invite him in, and he will.

FHF: When did you actively start to bring the devil into your life, worship-wise?
RR: It was about 1980, and I was hustling on the streets. I landed in jail for a month or two for petty theft. I met up with this guy who was a Satan worshiper. For those two months I was with him, then I get out of jail, but my mind didn’t. I remembered everything he said, which basically was, “Why worship the good guy, when the things you do aren’t so good?” Somehow it just made sense to me, to worship something that would protect you in what you were doing.

FHF: How did your worship take form?
RR: It developed slowly. I started reading the books, and then I started meeting people who were into the same thing. Satanists need to have more faith than Christians, because Christ was seen and felt. Lucifer has never felt the need to be seen, but in everyone’s soul he can be felt. A lot of these little cults practice Satanism nowadays, but not in a violent form. They’re only looking for ways to play out wickedness.

FHF: Ever tried your hand at a Black Mass?
RR: Only one, but kept my distance. I was not part of that group. It was at a cemetery and it was at night. I really couldn’t tell what we were doing. A friend and me were watching from a distance. I never trusted people anyway. Especially them.

FHF: Why?
RR: They knew me and my lifestyle. They were the ones who made the connection and told the police for being a candidate for the Night Stalker crimes.

FHF: What are some of the things you are accused of?
RR: I’ve been accused of almost every crime you can imagine.

FHF: At your trial, you went all L.A. on us. Dark shades, slick hair, attitude. Did you enjoy the attention?
RR: Going to the trial was very tiring for me, but I did enjoy it better than sitting in a jail cell. That could be very monotonous. The glasses, believe it or not, were prescription lenses that were tinted. And I just don’t like my photograph being taken, more so now than then. Did I enjoy it? Hmm. No, not particularly. I would have rather been on the beach or something.

FHF: Your entire attitude during the trial was like, “Fuck the world!”
RR: I was receiving so much negative publicity. I wasn’t going to give people the satisfaction of seeing me down. Besides, I didn’t feel down. Plus, the image I had projected was beyond me. The media had portrayed me as a cold-hearted, ruthless monster, but I’m really not that way. I’m very down to earth. So, at that time I let people think whatever they wanted to. You see or hear about the crimes and then imagine what kind of individual was behind them.

FHF: The judge said your crimes were committed with “cruelty, callousness and viciousness beyond any human understanding.”
RR: It is in no way beyond understanding. Mankind has been like that through out history. In today’s society, people use those qualities - I call them qualities - for all things. It is for self-gratification. It is for sex. It is for excitment. This kind of fervor servers it’s own purpose. It doesn’t obey rules. It runs amok. You see it on the news everyday, but society cannot hang it’s moral and ethical values on me to survive. i do what I must in all ways, and I’m proud of it. The necessity to be myself passes all moral barriers.

FHF: Have you been reading a lot?
RR: Yes, I read. A book I suggest to everybody is called, “Mysterious Stranger” by Mark Twain. It’s about Satan and his visit here. A good book. I read suspense and horror, somethings that intrigue me. I have always been fascinated by death.

FHF: Is death sexual?
RR: Sexual? It can be. Next to self-preservation, the sex drive is the most important and powerful behavior in mankind.

FHF: When did you first start to think about death?
RR: When I was 11, I had an episode in my life. I saw my cousin shoot his wife. It wasn’t traumatic… but the shock value. I went back into the apartment to collect some things with my dad, because my cousin was in jail. The bed was all bloody. It was there where she had landed after the bullet. She got a .38 to the face. At the same time it was very… uh. The stillness of the room, the eeriness, you know. We had to open the windows to ventilate the room and it was something. It was… (long pause) …it was death! I had known the woman. I had known her very well. I went into the living room and saw her purse. I looked through her purse, saw her ID cards and her things. It was a strange feeling. That was the first time I ever ran across death. Ever since, I was intrigued.

FHF: What is blood to you?
RR: Blood is the substance that allows any living thing to exist, but blood is blood. I have heard of people drinking each other’s blood. They cut each other, and they drink it and it’s supposed to be a euphoric feeling. But, you know, blood has no special interest for me. Blood is blood.

FHF: Do you believe that when you kill someone, you can obtain that person’s power?
RR: That dates back to the Incas and Mayans, they believed in that. It is a possibility, but to me personally? I’ve had no experience with it.

FHF: Let me read to you a statement you made at your trial, “I am beyond your experience. I am beyond good and evil. Legions of the night, nightbeed… repeat not the errors of the night prowler, and show no mercy. I will be avenged. Lucifer dwells in us all. That’s it.” What were the night prowler’s errors?
RR: I was under a lot of stress then. What I recall and if my memory serves me correct, I just meant not to believe in the system. Don’t, for a minute, think you’ll get a fair shake when under these circumstances.

FHF: Yeah, but were there errors?
RR: I was not aware of my actions. Everyone must find out who they are and be aware of their actions before they wind up in a vicious predicament.

FHF: Who are the “legions of the night”?
RR: People like yourself. People who thrive on the night. People who have true moral sense. You know who I’m talking about and talking to. They are the ones who feel they are not the majority. They have different feelings and attitudes about life. The rest are a bulk of cattle. Everyone plays a role and no one says what’s truly on their mind.

FHF: When you were sentenced to the gas chamber, you said, “Big deal. Death always comes with the territory.” What territory?
RR: I lived a dangerous life. Stealing cars, I could have been shot. Robbing people, I could have been killed. Nothing in existence holds any terror for me. When I was sentenced to death, it didn’t hold anything for me.

FHF: What about now?
RR: Even less.

FHF: Does the Night Stalker deserve the gas chamber?
RR: It’s all a bloodlust. When the state comes to execute a man, they laugh. So do I.

FHF: Do you still feel beyond good and evil?
RR: Everybody has got good and evil in them. I’d like to be 100% evil, but I can’t. I’m too easy-going sometimes. Then again, while anger and hate are two things some people can cope with, I cannot. My anger and hate grow to a level that I cannot live comfortably with it. it causes me headaches and stuff. When I get angry, it’s an extreme form. It is the extreme. There is no in between. But there is with good and evil, and I am there.

FHF: What’s your favorite magazine?
RR: I don’t know. I like a lot of ‘em. I especially like Hustler, but not for the reason most think. It’s hard to get a copy in here, but I like it for the parody section. life’s a joke, and I enjoy when they make fun of something that everyone takes so fucking seriously. Freddie Mercury said, “In the end, we all die, and nothing really matters.” Now I’m sure you’re going to disagree with me because you’ll get a bunch of these letters telling you that you are evil.

FHF: Trust me, I get tons already. with some of the articles I put in this rag, people send me tons.
RR: Seriously? What do you write about?

FHF: A sort of social Darwinist philosophy, but much more violent - killing off the weak, and shit like that.
RR: (Starts to laugh) Well alright! Cool. Listen, people are intrigued by that. I’m telling you. They’ll say, “No.” to you, but feel “Yes,” in their hearts. They think it’s wrong because they feel everyone wants them to say it is. You’ll send me some, right?

FHF: I’ll try. When I send them to prisoners, they send them back saying this material will not be allowed in incarceration facilities. So, tell me, how will you be avenged?
RR: I’m one angry motherfucker. I just hope all those who are deserving will get what’s coming to them. I’ll just leave it at that.

FHF: My philosophy is that most people get what ‘s coming to them. People really get what they deserve. Are you confident that people will get what’s coming to them?
RR: Pieces of shit are killed everyday, aren’t they?

FHF: Any last words for the kids out there?
RR: Keep the evil thought.

FHF: Thanks for your time.
RR: Take care of yourself.

anonymous asked:

"My sailors caught you and I can sell you to the rich fat nobles for a shit ton of money coz mermaids are expensive and rare af but you looked at me with those eyes and I can't do it coz I know what those people will do to you but I also don't want to set you free coz you're pretty and I feel like I like you now" with pirate!spain and mermaid!romano pls?? Thanks <3!

*HEAVY BREATHING*MERMAID AUS

Pairing: Spamano (Spain x South Italy/Romano) (Human names used)

Cast:

  • Spain (Antonio) as the pirate
  • South Italy/Romano (Lovino) as the mermaid

The world was filled with opportunities of adventures and riches, and the greater chances of making a name for yourself was through the most expansive, and unexplored part of the world; the sea. To capture fishes to eat, finding treasures to spend, discovering unknown lands, and of course…discovering rare species. Not just of fish and other creatures, but of equally intelligent beings from the deep; mermaids and mermen. They were the jewels of the sea. Human yet not human, able to breathe under and above the salty water, able to speak countless of tongues, existing from heaven knows how long ago. Many people would never get a chance to see them, only hear of them, see pictures and drawings of those fortunate to have witnessed them, as they hide within the deepest parts, out of reach of mankind. Of course, they had reasons, for as long as legends have had it, mermaids and mermen have been captured by sailors and men, brought into the mainland to be sold as exotic pets, as beings to be killed and examined by scientists…and even as toys for the richest of them all, forced to live in confined spaces until the end of their lives. Were you to sell a mermaid or a merman, you were set for life, as well as future generations, with the money in exchange that you would receive. The pirate known as Antonio always dreamed to be that rich. To one day gain a fortune so big, that he could buy his own property and live happily ever after with whatever woman or men he happened to love at the time. However, when the chance did came…committing to it was harder than what he expected.

“CAPTAIN CAPTAIN HOLY SHIT-!” Antonio looked up as he heard someone trip down the stairs, only to slam his office door open. It was one of his crew members, Alfred, who had a bucket on his head. He raised it ever so slightly, his eyes wide.

“Captain, you won’t believe this! We captured something in the net! A m…a m…!!!”

“Spit it out!” Antonio finally snapped.

“A MERMAN, WE CAPTURED A MERMAN!”

Antonio’s heart skipped a beat. A merman? “Impossible.”

“We have it on deck! Hurry!” Alfred insisted, Antonio hurrying out of his office and up the stairs to the deck. The net filled wish fish was scattered, fish flopping everywhere as the crew watched in awe of something right in the middle. Antonio forced his way through, his eyes widening at the sight before him. On the open net, among the suffocating fish, was a young man, tangled within said net. He had beautiful olive green eyes, dark brown hair with a distinctive curl. Like the legends had said, he bore the upper body of a man, and the lower body of a fish, from the hips down ever so slowly blurring the line, his scaly fin colored clear blue with hues of purple, fins as delicate as silk on the sides. He was beautiful.

“Fuck…fuck fuck…!!!” The merman screamed, trying to get himself untangled out of the net.

“I…It’s a real…” Antonio murmured, speechless along with the rest of the crew. The merman didn’t seem too pleased, glaring at the group around him as he began to trash around wildly.

“Let me go!” He screamed. Antonio was quick to act, snapping orders.

“Something fill the biggest tub we have with as much water as you can fill it in and take it to my room! We need to get him in water quick!” Antonio ordered, the crew beginning to move.

“I don’t want a damn tub, I want to go back!” The merman spat, struggling against the net. Even as he managed to get untangled, he tried to crawl away, to the edge of the boat to try to pry himself back into the ocean, but not before the men caught him and started to drag him back and inside the boat, causing the merman to scream loudly. “LET ME GO! LET ME GO!”

“Be gentle! I don’t want a single bone broken!” Antonio hissed, the men doing their best as they managed to get the merman to the tub in the captain’s quarters. Antonio stood awestruck, Alfred walking over and shaking his shoulders.

“Dude! A merman! Have you any idea how much royalty are willing to pay for this?!” Alfred asked with a gleam in his eyes. Antonio turned to him equally as excited.

“We’re…we’re rich…we’re going to be rich, filthy rich!” Antonio cheered, the two friends jumping up and down at their find. The end bargain for a merman would be enough to set Antonio, and every single member of this crew for life if they did it just right! Anyone and everyone would do and pay anything for a specimen as fine as this.

As soon as the excitement was washed away, Antonio let his men celebrate, while he himself went back to his quarters to see more of his new trophy. When he walked in, he noticed the merman sitting quietly in the tub that they had gotten for him. He was looking over and around at the many curious and items that Antonio had all over the place which he had collected over the years, from all parts of the world. It wasn’t until Antonio closed the door that the merman realized his presence, snapping his head at him. That’s when Antonio saw the fear in his eyes, along with the tears. He didn’t know that they could cry.

“Hey, it’s ok, I’m not going to hurt you.” Antonio said smiling, trying to reassure the merman. He seemed less hesitant, simply slapping the fin of his tail against the water before splashing Antonio soaking wet. “Ah hey!…well I guess I did deserve that one huh?”

“Let me go.” He demanded.

“You could at least tell me your name? You surely have a name. I’m Antonio. What’s yours?”

“Why the fuck would you care?!”

“Well…honestly you aren’t going anywhere anytime soon…so you might as well tell me unless you want us to refer you as ‘The Merman’ for the rest of the trip.”

The merman growled, his curl twitching in reaction. “…Lovino.”

“Lovino, alright. See? We’re progressing.”

“We aren’t doing shit! I don’t want to be here!”

“I understand.” Antonio couldn’t help but to feel bad. “I promise you, your time here won’t be bad.” Lovino scoffed, turning away from the pirate captain before curling up in the tub.

“I just want to go home.”


The first few days were eventful, to say the least. They had decided to continue their fishing trip to at least make up with the rounds and sell them off at ports before heading out somewhere to sell the merman known as Lovino.

Lovino wasn’t making his own stay rather pleasant. He splashed at Antonio every chance he had. He purposely spat out water onto important documents here and there, having one hell of an aim from where he sat. He also refused to eat, despite how much Antonio and the rest of the crew insisted. Now their worries were that Lovino would starve himself to death. The crew of course began to spite here and there, murmuring of how nasty the fellow mermaid was, but Antonio was sure that it was all just initial feelings of being captured out of his home, as most people would feel. And he was proven right, such as he and his fellow pirate by the name of Arthur witnessed the interaction between Arthur’s son, Peter and Lovino.

Peter one way or another had managed to sneak into the captain’s quarters in wanting to see the mermaid, and when looking for Peter, Antonio and Arthur watched in amazement. Rumors here and there from legends always told of how mermen and mermaids would lead men and children to their deaths to eat them up under the sea…Lovino was proving the opposite of such myth as he talked with Peter, smiling and answering questions here and there.

“Can I touch your tail?” Peter asked.

“Sure.” Lovino said, lifting his tail over the water, resting it over the edge of the tub. Peter’s eyes widen, slowly and gently feeling Lovino’s tail.

“It’s so pretty!” Peter awed.

“Is it? My brother’s prettier, though. It’s green almost like emeralds, and shines colorfully in the light.” Lovino cooed.

“Wow!…where’s your brother?” Peter asked.

“Somewhere…I don’t know where.” Lovino explained.

“Daddy said that mermaids and mermen eat kids…is it true?!” Peter asked almost scared.

“What kind of bullshit is your dad feeding you?  Of course not! Kids taste awful anyways!” Lovino responded, causing Peter to laugh ever so brightly. Just then, Antonio and Arthur interrupted, entering the quarters.

“Peter, what are you doing here, this is the captain’s quarters!” Arthur finally said, smiling regardless. Lovino’s scowl returned, retrieving his tail as he hid within the tub again.

“I wanted to see the merman!” Peter said.

“I understand. But now it’s time for you to leave the merman alone. The captain needs to talk to him.” Arthur offered his hand.

“Aw ok…” Peter walked to his father, waving back at Lovino. “Bye!” With that, they walked out, closing the door behind them.

“…I knew you weren’t a complete grump.” Antonio chuckled.

“Shut up.” Lovino hissed, not even minding to look at him.

Antonio sighed. “Man…now I wish you could be as nice to me as you are to him.” He walked over to his chair, sitting down before picking a fruit out of his basket, specifically, a tomato. He was just then about to eat it, until he saw Lovino’s gaze locked onto the brilliant red fruit. “…what?”

“What the fuck is that?” Lovino asked.

Antonio looked down. “You’ve never seen a tomato before?” Lovino shook his head. Well, of course, tomatoes don’t grow under the sea…he offered it. “Do you want to taste it?” Lovino growled. Antonio pulled his chair closer to the tub, offering the tomato to Lovino again. “Come on, it tastes good. You need to eat too.”
Lovino glared at the tomato, and gently took it. He sniffed it and took one bite. His eyes widened at the taste, and soon enough he had eaten it all up in a matter of seconds.

“Whoa! Not so fast! You’ll get a tummy ache! Here.” Antonio pulled his basket of fruits over to where Lovino could reach. Lovino picked up another red fruit.

“What’s this?” Lovino asked.

“An apple.”

Then a green one. “This?”

“Pear.” Antonio couldn’t help but to chuckle and smile at Lovino’s reactions with every type of fruit that he bit into. The sourness of the lemon, and the sweetness of the strawberry. It was almost magical, and Antonio easily fell in love with it all.

“These are good.” Lovino murmured, now eating raspberries.

“You don’t eat fruits in the ocean do you?” Antonio asked.

“Fruits don’t grow there. Only seaweed and meat and anything else.” Lovino growled, eating another raspberry. “We could try to pick some out from the shores, but we’re not allowed to get close to populated surfaces, and fruits that do roll close enough to the shore are usually rotten.”

“Understandingly.” Antonio tilted his head. “You told Peter you had a brother?”

Lovino paused mid bite. “…yes.”

“I’m…sorry that we took you away from him?”

“You didn’t take me away from him.” Lovino turned, facing away. “They took him away from me long ago.”

“Wait, who took him?”

“People like you!” Lovino snapped angrily. “We were playing with our little brother Seborga, and a ship just like this one threw one of its nets and he got caught in it! I couldn’t free him…they took him out and took off…I couldn’t keep up to chase them.” Lovino’s body tensed up. “I don’t know if he’s even alive anymore.”

Antonio didn’t know what to say. Instead he began to reflect on his own plans. If he sold Lovino off to some rich person, he knew what he would do…but what would happen to Lovino? After a deal was done, neither of them would contact each other again. Antonio would be rich and Lovino would be…property of someone.

“(This isn’t right.)” Antonio finally realized. Even though he was the key to his fortune…he was also a living being with emotions at thoughts. Lovino was just like him, human…just different from the waist down. “…I’m sorry.” Antonio finally said. Lovino slowly turned to him, frowning.

“Why would you be sorry…”

“For what happened to your brother, and…for capturing you.”

“Hm!”

“Hm…let…lets make a deal. Bear with me for a few more weeks, until we go around our trip to sell and capture fish. Then when we return around the area where we captured you…we’ll let you go.”

Lovino looked up. “…you serious?”

“Yup.” Antonio offered his pinky finger. “Pinky promise!”

Lovino stared at him with a small glare, before slowly raising his hand and wrapping his pinky around Antonio’s. “…you better keep it.”

“I will.”


For the next few weeks, Antonio and Lovino not only managed to bear to live with each other without insulting every five minutes. They actually began to grow closer. Antonio would share stories with Lovino, and Lovino would share stories back, the two taking turns each night to tell each other stories from their world. Lovino would get to see seashore cities and beautiful sights from his window next to his tub, and Antonio would bring Lovino gifts from ashore, whether it’d be small figurines made by the local people, or even tools that Lovino had never seen before. The two not only exchanged cultures, they exchanged thoughts, beliefs…and both of them slowly began to realize how much they enjoyed each other’s company.

“Lovino, lunch time!” Antonio said as he walked into the quarters with a plate of food. Lovino lowered the book he was reading, his eyes gleaming at the sight of his favorite vegetable on the plate. Antonio gave Lovino the plate, and couldn’t help but to squeal at the news he was hiding. “I also have to tell you a few other things.”

“What kind of things?” Lovino asked as he ate the tomato.

“Well, for once, I took the description of the flag you saw that day…and I found out who took your brother.”

Lovino dropped the plate. “You found out who took Feliciano?!”

Antonio frowned. “Yes…but there is nothing I can do in hopes of getting him back with you, or even getting you to him in a safe manner for that matter…it appears your brother was taken by a ship belonging to the royal family of Germania. The most I can guess is that he now resides within the royal palace itself, and no person such as I can have access to even near the capital without proper permits. To use you to enter would be too much of a risk as well.”

Lovino lowered his gaze. “So no way in, huh?”

“The most I can think is, that if he’s with the royal family, he is being treated like royalty of their own, considering how rare we consider mermen and mermaids to be.”

“I guess. What’s the other news?”

“The other news is, that we will be approaching the area soon…where we found you and all.”

“…oh.”

Neither of them sounded rather pleased, much to each other’s surprise. Antonio sighed, rubbing his cheek slightly.

“Y…You’ll be back home soon…aren’t you happy?”

“I am…I mean…I feel like I should be…” Lovino’s face flushed red. “Fuck.” He cursed as he hid underneath the water of the tub.

“Eh? Lovino don’t be like that. You’ll finally be able to return to be free.”

“I know.” Lovino frowned. “But you won’t be there to be free with me.”

Antonio’s face flushed pink. Did he hear…him correctly? “Lovi…?”

Lovino turned. “I…I love being here. I’m learning so many new things every day, I’m seeing so many new places I’d never thought I’d see, and for once…I’m not lonely in the big sea anymore.” He moved closer, looking at Antonio with a bashful glare. “I-I…I really like being around you, Antonio.”

Antonio stared in silence for a few minutes, before bursting out into laughter. Lovino growled.

“The hell you laughing about?!” Lovino barked.

“It’s just…I’ve been getting emotionally ready to say goodbye when I freed you…because I don’t want to say goodbye to you either, Lovi!” He smiled, a few tears escaping his eyes. “You’re so wonderful. Not only as a creature of wonder, but as yourself, your personality, your stories, even your stubbornness, never have I ever felt so happy to be with someone before. To think of waking up and you not being around…it aches my heart…” The two stared at each other, their hearts pounding, their faces burning. Antonio gently took Lovino’s hand, kissing it before giving him a kiss on the forehead. “If you’re willing to stay…I’m willing to give my life to you, and show you the world and everything that you would like to see. I’ll even try to find a way to get you to your brother. I can’t promise that I’ll succeed, and I can’t promise that I’ll be perfect but…”

Lovino gently moved his hands up, holding Antonio’s cheeks before pecking him on the lips. Antonio blushed red at the kiss, but gently kissed back, moving his hands as he held Lovino’s hands. The two kissed softly and lovingly before finally breaking for breath, the two staring into each other’s eyes. Antonio gently rested his forehead against Lovino’s, the two slowly smiling at each other’s touch.

“…I want to explore the world, but…I want to explore it with you.” Lovino finally said. “Even if I were to swim across the seven seas, I don’t think I would be able to stop thinking about you, Antonio.” Tears fell down Antonio’s cheeks as he quickly hugged Lovino, Lovino hugging back just as dearly.

“I promise to make you happy, Lovino…I love you.” Antonio finally said.

Lovino blushed red, pursing his lips for the right words.

“I love you too…tomato bastard.”

SJWs are shitting bricks over anti-marxist mlp episode

It finally happened. Now tumblr has yet another reason to hate mlp, while I have yet another reason to love it. Basically they made an episode that made an obvious commentary on how people sometimes push conformity to try and create equality. When in reality you turn society into an empty husk, completely void of individuality.

So what happened? Tumblr believes it’s anti-sjws that are trying to push conformity.When in reality, they are the ones trying to force inclusivity and acceptance instead of letting it happen naturally. 

The overall message of the episode being that it’s better to just accept and embrace differences than to have some great force trying to make it all happen. Also that anyone promising a quick fix to these societal problems are probably trying to sell you something.

If you have to bully people into it, it’s not equality, and it isn’t a self-sustaining system.

Which is why I find it hilarious that so many feminists and SJWs are marxists. Also that so many of them are artists, writers, and creators. Because in a communist regime, art is one of the first things on the chopping block. 

But none of the useful idiots ever think that communism is going to take their freedoms away, until their books are getting burned and their free speech is stifled. They’ll be all like, “But muh equality!” all the way to gallows.

They have no idea where this idea of an oppressor class comes from.

I’ve been posting alot lately about the important role the internet plays in African-Americans having the ability to create and publish their own content.  If you look above, you’ll see that what appears to be a diverse selection of television channels is actually only a network of channels owned by the same few corporations.  If the owner of a network does not want a certain television show aired, it wont get aired.  

The reasons for certain shows not getting aired can vary greatly, but when it comes to the types of Black television shows that get played, many African Americans are left asking questions.  In 2008, VH1 was set to air a show titled Interracial Love. The show, created by Tobias White, the white father of two interracial children, would feature professional, respectable, Black women who look beyond race to find true love.  According to the employee, network execs rejected the show because the depiction of the Black women would be in opposition to those shown on such popular (yet controversial) shows as Flavor of Love and its spawns, I Love New York and Flavor of Love: Charm School. In a letter written to Black Press Radio, a VH1 employee shared what she was told happened during the production meeting. According to the employee, an executive stated: “It is our thoughts that the viewers are more interested in seeing Black people in a ‘ghetto’ role. This show will not sell." 

Who is telling our stories for us?

Well the answer to this question lies in the percentage of African-Americans who are actually directors and producers (you know, the people who in the end decide to force Black actresses to compete for limited roles and decide which direction the show will go in) .  When you look at the percentage of television producers who create "Black” television shows, the overwhelming majority of them are White.  When you look even closer at the percentage of White producers and directors who are also Jewish, you see that they make up an even larger percentage than those who are non-Jewish.  

I point this out for two reasons.  The first is that it is evident that diversity is not only measured by the diversity of the actors on the screen, but also by the diversity of the directors and producers.  The second is that if African-Americans are not able to create their own content and context, we are left with the same old stereotypical, fake Black media that BET has become so notorious for.  The television show Love and Hip Hop comes to mind.  I’ve listed below the producers for Love and Hip Hop.  The majority are white and Jewish.  We are not creating our own content on television.

Mona Scott-Young…executive producer (48 episodes, 2011-2014)Stefan Springman…executive producer (48 episodes, 2011-2014)Toby Barraud…executive producer (40 episodes, 2011-2014)Jeff Olde…executive producer (36 episodes, 2011-2014)Christian McLaughlin…executive producer: VH1 (26 episodes, 2011-2014)Stephanie Gayle…supervising producer / co-executive producer (26 episodes, 2011-2013)Lauren Veteri…story producer (20 episodes, 2011-2013)Jonelle J. Fenton…line producer (14 episodes, 2011-2012)Erin Mae Miller…associate producer (14 episodes, 2011-2012)David DiGangi…supervising post producer (12 episodes, 2013)Adrienne Jacobs…associate producer (12 episodes, 2013)Brian Jones…associate producer (12 episodes, 2013)Steve Unckles…post producer (12 episodes, 2013)Ian Gelfand…co-executive producer (11 episodes, 2013-2014)Kenny Hull…executive producer (9 episodes, 2011)Kate Barry…line producer (9 episodes, 2013)Timothy McConville…post producer (8 episodes, 2011)Jay Sinrod…line producer (8 episodes, 2011)Christopher Stout…co-executive producer (8 episodes, 2013)Amita Patel…post producer (7 episodes, 2013)Joyce Washington…segment producer: reality (6 episodes, 2011-2012)Renard Young…co-executive producer (6 episodes, 2011-2012)Jim Czarnecki…line producer (5 episodes, 2013)Sean David Johnson…co-executive producer (3 episodes, 2013)Brad Abramson…executive producer / executive producer: VH1 (2 episodes, 2013)Danielle Gelfand…executive producer / executive producer: VH1 (2 episodes, 2013)Chase Peel…co-executive producer (2 episodes, 2013)Shelly Tatro…executive producer / executive producer: VH1 (2 episodes, 2013)Timothy Cashman…associate producer (1 episode, 2011)Angela Castro…supervising producer (unknown episodes)Phakiso Collins…associate producer (unknown episodes)Dalia Davies…associate producer (unknown episodes)

Try it out for yourself…

I encourage everyone to look up the list of producers who make these stereotypical, fake, “Black” television shows and google their names.  You will find that rarely is an African-American in a main decision making position on the set of these shows. Of course, it has purposefully been made very difficult for any producer or director who does not cater to the same stereotypical B.S., to get their work made into a show or movie.  If we do not take full advantage of the opportunities the internet provides us in creating our own media, then the same stereotypes will continue to be shown in that circus they call Hollywood.

How To Be A Bad Leader

I am the best bad leader in the world. Not only do I know everything about how to fail as a leader but I also have spent large amounts of time with bad leaders.

This is a UNIQUE opportunity for you to hear what the top 11 qualities are of bad leaders.

All of the time I read articles, “Top 10 Qualities of GREAT Leaders”.

Why do people write these articles? Were they great leaders?

I have no idea. In most cases it doesn’t seem so. It seems like they write a lot of articles about leaders. Study is one thing, writing is the next thing, but doing and then repeat is how you learn.

So why do they write these articles?

They write them to get name recognition. They write them to get consulting gigs. To be a life coach maybe to other leaders or CEOS. They write them to get speaking gigs.

And that technique works. I know this. If you write enough articles about leadership, someone will pay you to teach them how to be a leader. Try it and you’ll see.

But I have to stick with what I know. I know a thing or two about good leadership. But good leadership is very rare.

I can count a list of good leaders on my two hands. Larry Page is a good leader. Maybe Winston Churchill was a good leader but I don’t know.

Sometimes, to be a little bit better, you just have to avoid the little bit worse.

So let’s get started. The qualities of a bad leader.

A) NOT UNDERSTANDING THE 30/150 RULE

A leader has to follow the 30 / 150 rule or they will be a bad leader.

This rule has worked for 200,000 years. If a rule works for 2 years then ignore it. If a rule has worked for 200,000 years then pay attention to it.

For 200,000 years humans were tribes. Every tribe had a leader but when the tribe got too big for one leader (more than 30 people), it would split in two.

Then, around 70,000 years ago we evolved to handle tribes up to 150 people.

Then maybe 10,000 years ago we figured out how to be above 150 people. But this is so new, an evolutionary blip, that we screw it up all the time.

But for each of these three categories (< 30 people, < 150 people, > 150 people) bad leaders have different opportunities to prove themselves if they don’t understand how the nature of leadership changes based on size of population.

B) UNDER 30 PEOPLE: AVOIDING ONE ON ONE GIVING

If you are a leader of less than 30 people, you have to know intimately the problems of all 30 people (or less) in your organization.

You have to know their skills. What they are good at. What they are bad at. What they want to be good at. What their dreams are.

Each person should be assigned ONE thing.

That’s their responsibility. Bad leaders give people many things and then those people do mediocre jobs at all of them instead of being responsible for their one special egg they have to carry from one side of the room to the other on a spoon.

When I was running a company with less than 30 people I would take random employees with me to meetings. This way they would see the effect the company had on our clients. My goal: I knew I had limitations as a leader. So I wanted my employees to be leaders.

Bad leaders get jealous of the people underneath them and never hire people smarter than them. This is the #1 most common thing a bad leader does.

Bad leaders don’t want people to rise up higher than them. Good leaders train people to rise up higher than them.

Understand each of the 30 people at an intimate level. Know who their parents are. Know what they do for fun. Help them maximize their skills. Make them succeed and shine past you.

Bad leaders die lonely as the 30 people leave, one by one.

C) ABOVE 30 PEOPLE, BUT BELOW 150: HOW TO SCREW IT UP

When your organization is between 30 and 150, it’s impossible for you to know everyone.

So make sure everyone is talking about everyone else. I want to be able to ask A what B is like to work with and I want a real good answer.

The people reporting directly to you should be giving more than they are getting to the people working for them.

And then thats how the leader, indirectly, gets to know the entire 150 when he or she is putting together teams and assignments and trying to inspire people for a common goal.

D) FAILING THE “VISION THING”

Above 150 people you need to do many things.

But here’s the #1 thing leaders fail at. No vision.

What’s a vision? I suppose a 1000 boring books can be written about this. Let’s hold off for a second on defining it.

But above 150, it’s impossible to know everyone in your organization or even know second-hand about everyone in your organization.

So the most important thing you can do, in fact the ONLY thing you can do, is lead by example. Show that you all share a common story and vision.

For instance, what if 50,000 people are in your organization. Or in the case of the President of the United Stated, 300 million people.

You can’t unify the people by talking to each one and understanding their problems. 
You can’t define roles and fulfill dreams for people by talking to others who know everyone.

You have to unify them with a story. A story everyone believes in and is inspired by and is willing to follow.

So if you and I believe in the Yankees, we’re more likely to trust each other than if I like the Yankees and you like the Mets.

All stories: religions, nationalism, politics, issues, etc are more or less designed to figure out how to unify the greatest number of people with the strongest ties possible.

Because we are not so good at it, often this degrades into wars, or poor leadership, or things just disappear into the furnace of time.

When Tim Cook became CEO of Apple, everyone was afraid the story would change. The stock dropped.

What was the story? It wasn’t that Steve Jobs “gets the most profits”. A story is rarely about money (although money itself is probably the strongest story on the planet).

It’s that Steve Jobs had the greatest combination of “technology + design”. Could Tim Cook keep that story going? Tim Cook’s leadership will be entirely judged on whether he keeps that story going or if he can successfully change the story.

Actually, he has to do both. Because if he tries to turn himself into Steve Jobs then he will be judged on the story of: “is Tim Cook just a bad version of Steve Jobs.”

So it’s a delicate balance. One that has to be dealt with every day in order for him to attract the best employees, keep his customers happy, keep his investors happy, and probably to keep himself happy.

This is leadership.

E) HAVING A BAD VISION

Ok, let’s get closer to defining a bad vision. Good visions are difficult to come up with. It’s pretty rare.

But since I know so many bad leaders I can tell you first an example of bad visions.

I’ve been in the management of at least two companies worth over a billion dollars. In both cases, leadership was horrible.

How did they get to a billion dollars with such bad leadership? Easy. Anyone can do that part. I will tell you how.

They went public on the stock market and then used their shares to buy other companies. If you buy a lot of small companies then suddenly you’re a messed up big company.

Your only vision was: “we just bought a lot of companies that do the same thing and now we have a billion dollars in revenues!”

Ach! Your vision might even be worse than that. It might be “We just bought a lot of companies, fired all of the HR people and accounting people (because we had "synergy”) and now we have a billion in revenues and even greater profits and margins!“

"Synergy” means “bad story”.

Every company that has ever done that has failed.

Some companies did that and came close to failing. For example, Google never had a chance of failing. But they were buying a company a week when Eric Schmidt was the CEO.

They weren’t quite bringing these companies in under the fold correctly and Google was starting to flounder. Divisions were being shut down. Morale was at a low because the vision of Google was starting to flounder.

Larry Page took over and changed the story. He said, “Google is the best in the world at these four things” and he closed down everything that wasn’t part of one of those four silos.

Everyone left in one of those silos can now say, “We are the best in the world at this” and that contributes to the larger vision of Google of having the entirety of world information at your fingertips wherever you are. The first company in world history to do this.

Man, I wish I worked at Google, to be honest. It almost happened once when I tried to sell a company to them. I loved their vision so much I wanted to bathe every inch of my body in it. I wanted to be religious about it.

And that’s what all great religious leaders do. They tell a story. Some elements of a good story:

- We fight an evil force (think the Apple 1984 commercial against IBM. Think Buddha rejecting the caste system. Think Washington rejecting a third term because he didn’t want the Presidency to turn into a monarchy).

- We have something mysterious that nobody else has (a deity, better design philosophy, better technology, etc)

- We think people will be happier if they work with us, subscribe to us, join us. Apple often has inferior products to other comparable products. But people are actually happier with an Apple product because the story is so strong.

- Our leaders have “seen the light” or “come out from the cold”. Steve Jobs had to leave his company for a decade in order to come back a hero. Buddha had to leave his home for seven years to achieve enlightenment. Mandela was in jail for decades.

- Together we are better than apart. The bigger we are, the better we can help people who join us. So..if a company is buying lots of smaller companies, they need a vision that explains why bigger is better.

For instance, we’re able to help people faster because we understand the needs in every city in the world.

- Social proof. A vision should have other stories within it. People your vision has helped. People whose lives became better. People who can stand up and say, “this changed my life”.

Bad corporate leaders will do this: buy all the companies, fire all the waste, report good numbers to the stock market, and then sell their stock, the stock goes down, the company falls apart.

I’ve seen that happen a lot.

F) BAD LEADERS DON’T WANT YOU TO CALL YOUR MOTHER

Every day, the people following a good leader should be able to call their parents and say, “I’m so happy. You won’t believe what I did/ learned/ met today.”

G) BAD LEADERS TALK BADLY ABOUT THEIR CLIENTS OR EMPLOYEES OR CONSTITUENTS

I was giving a talk at one company. It turns out they mostly hated their clients.

I was surprised. How can you hate your clients? They are the ones who pay you money. They are the reason you come into work.

If you hate what your clients’ story is, how you can help them achieve their dreams?

Leadership is not about achieving your dream. It’s about helping everyone else achieve their dreams.

This is NOT the employees’ fault. Everything comes from the leaders. If the leader doesn’t love the clients/constituents then the people below the leader and the people below them won’t.

Trickle-down leadership is the only leadership.

H) BAD LEADERS DON’T WANT YOU TO PASS THEM

I’ve had four mentors in my life.

What do I mean by that?

It means I wanted to be like them. I wanted my life path to mirror their’s. I wanted to mimic their behavior and learn their knowledge so I could be as successful as them.

I’ve had many more teachers than four. But maybe only four mentors.

And here’s what happened to each one of them: they all wanted me to fail at some point. That’s a bad mentor.

I learned what I could from them. I did everything they asked. I helped each one of them with their continual successes.

But at some point, when I wanted to go on my own and learn more and start my own business or direction, they all were angry and they all tried to stop me and none of them talk to me anymore.

In two cases, they actively tried to damage me even though I had never done anything but help them. It even gets worse but I don’t want to put anyone down. I was aware of the dangers and went into it willingly.

A good leader helps the people around them succeed past them. A great example is Stanford professor, Rajeev Motwani.

What!? Who is he?

Well, he was Sergey Brin’s advisor. And instead of trying to keep Brin in a cage, he opened the cage and Brin flew out and started Google with fellow grad student Larry Page. Motwani became a billionaire as a result.

Leadership doesn’t ask the question “How good can I get? How far can I get?”

Leadership asks the question, “How far can the people around me get?”

People always say negative things about Steve Jobs, because of unfair media portrayals of him. But if Steve Jobs was such a bad person he wouldn’t have been as great a leader as he is.

People like Tim Cook, Jony Ive, John Lasseter (from Pixar) and many others (even Bob Iger, the CEO of Disney), Tony Fadell (developer of the ipod, who just sold Nest for $3.2 billion to Google) owe huge amounts of their success, their creativity, the distribution of their creativity, and their freedom and well-being, to the fact that at one point or other they were mentored by Steve Jobs or benefited from leadership decisions made by Steve Jobs.

All of these people were very self-motivated, which is how they found themselves with someone like Steve Jobs as a mentor.

But combine that self-motivation with the leadership skills of Steve Jobs and you end up with great success.

The same thing happened at Google with the leadership skills of Larry Page.

The CEOs or COOs of Twitter, Facebook, AOL, and Yahoo all were at one point mentees of Larry Page and are now successful leaders and mentors themselves.

I) BAD LEADERS DON’T KNOW THEIR NUMBERS

I’m raising my hand. When I ran companies it took me a long time to realize what numbers I needed to know.

For instance, when you run a company you need to know not only your revenues and earnings but also your revenues and earnings per employee, per customer, per square foot, etc.

This applies whether you are the leader of a company, of a meetup group, of a country, of anything.

What are the metrics you need to know to determine success?

For instance, if you are the teacher of a class, come up with a list of things you hope your students achieve by the end of the class.

Not all of them will achieve it. That’s ok.

List each student. Next to each student’s name, list all of the things you want them to achieve. At the beginning of the class, list each item for each student on a scale of 1-10.

Add up all the numbers for all students so you have one final number. This is the number you are starting with.

By the time the class is over, that number should be higher. It might mean just one student succeeded greatly. That’s ok. Then you were a good leader.

If you are having a hard time coming up with the right metrics, just use these: competence, relationships, autonomy.

Help each person get better at those three things.

By the way, it’s important to have metrics. I visited a company recently that I felt had a bad vision for their customers. But even a bad vision is better than no vision.

J) BAD LEADERS DON’T GET RID OF BAD PEOPLE

I was involved with a company once that had a weak leader. He owed his leadership to the largest shareholder of the company.

The problem is: the largest shareholder of the company was hideously corrupt. The good leader should have disassociated himself from the large shareholder, built a vision around his own leadership.

Instead, he became mired in the financial difficulties of the largest shareholder, was unable to unify the divisions underneath him and provide effective mentorship to the people who directly worked for him.

The company fell apart a year after he took over as CEO.

Bad leadership, no matter what the situation, can cause almost instantaneous collapse. The 2008 failures of Bear Stearns and Lehman Brothers are great examples.

When Bear Stearns stock price was falling from $80 to $2 within the space of a week, the CEO was off playing in a bridge tournament. Bridge is a card game.

While he was playing cards, thousands of employees lost their jobs. And the downfall of Bear Stearns triggered the dominos that ultimately led to the multi trilion dollar bailouts of all banks and insurance firms that happened over the next ten months after the fall of Bear Stearns.

Ultimately, the person who had installed him to be leader of Bear Stearns should’ve removed him or recognized his own character defects.

Here’s the problem with that and I’ll mention it in the next point.

K) A BAD LEADER OFTEN HAS ENORMOUS CHARISMA

How can someone who is a bad leader reach a leadership position?

Easy. They have charisma. They are insanely smart and know how to charm the leaders who came before them.

A great example might be the set of a movie production. The director is the leader.

But he has a big problem. Actors are hired because of their enormous (ENORMOUS) charisma. The world loves them.

So when they want something, it’s hard to say “no” to them. A good director has to fight the urge to succumb to the charisma of the people he is leading and stay focused on the vision.

For instance, in the case of Bear Stearns, the intoxication happened the instant the original leader, Alan Greenberg, met the new guy.

Jim Cayne, the new guy, was a professional bridge player. In fact, that’s all he was. To play bridge well (to play any professional-level game well) you need years of study, you need to be able to read people very well, you need to know numbers very well and to calculate many situations in your head quickly.

Alan Greenberg loved bridge also. But he wasn’t that good at it. So Jim Cayne used bridge to charm him.

Many good leaders are successful game players include Bill Gates (bridge), Warren Buffett (bridge), Peter Thiel (chess), and numerous others. Jim Cayne was able to use this to his advantage.

Alan Greenberg was an aspiring bridge player. When he met Jim Cayne he asked Jim, “How good are you?” and Jim said, “if you played me for 100 years you will never be able to beat me.”

That began the road to success for Cayne and then the entire collapse of the American economy.

L) BAD LEADERS SMOKE CRACK

I don’t mean literally. Although if they smoked real crack they probably will never get to a real leadership position.

There’s a cognitive bias that causes people to not see their own failings. They’ve spent so much time, effort, and money creating their particular vision that they have “investment bias” that prevents their brains from saying, “maybe i’ve made a mistake”.

A bad leader will not admit his faults or even think about them. It’s too painful to think about those faults because of this cognitive bias.

One time I was starting a company at the same as a friend of mine. I knew instantly his company was bad but, perhaps I was not a good enough friend, I didn’t tell him his idea was bad.

Instead I would question him: who are the users? Who are the customers? How will you make money?

I wanted him to see for himself through my questions that his idea was bad.

But because I was asking these questions it sort of “woke me up”. Every day I would ask myself the same questions about my own company. Every day I would call my partners and ask them, “am I smoking crack” and I would go over the questions with them.

This process forced me to outline new features every day that could help me provide better services to my customers.

I sold my business eight months to the day after I started it for $10,000,000.

My friend’s business: nine years later he’s still pushing it. It has zero revenues.

You have to step outside yourself and do due diligence on your own organization as if you were an outsider. Come up in advance, all of the metrics of success. Decide if those are the correct metrics.

You have to assume you are smoking crack because often you will be. You can’t help it. We’re all human. So get help from others in your organization. Get help from customers. Get help from people outside the organization.

They won’t always be right either. And sometimes they will lie to you just to avoid being hurtful to your dreams (just like I was with my friend).

The only person who can ultimately prevent you from smoking crack is you. This separates the good leaders from the bad leaders in many cases.

M) BAD LEADERS WERE BAD EMPLOYEES

Leadership starts long before you reach the top of an organization or community.

At any point in your career, you are either a thermostat or a thermometer (hat tip to Jim Kwik who told me that metaphor).

You either define the temperature of the people around you and help them to achieve their goals and dreams, or you simply do as you’re told and be a follower and never inspire.

How do you become the thermostat?

- Every day, 1% improvement on yourself in the areas of physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual health. This 1% compounds very very quickly.

- Every day, do something to help the people around you achieve greater competence, better relationships, and more freedom in their choices.

- Repeat this: help others, then give them full credit. Whether it’s your boss or your colleagues or your friends or family or whoever.

Bad employees and leaders do the opposite of the above. But leadership starts at the bottom, does these three things, and floats to the top.




Leadership is a vague term. Because sometimes the boss is not the leader. Sometimes the king is ruled by his court. Sometimes the artist is supported and driven by the leaders in her entourage.

And there are so many pitfalls along the way. It’s easy to get caught up in ego, money, bad visions, the enticements that flirt with you the higher in the ladder you go.

The feeling of, “Ok, I’ve done it!” when there’s still a long path to travel on. It’s so easy to give up.

That’s why I never trust the articles that say “here’s how to be a good leader”.

Because I know that I have succumbed to all of the above pitfalls over the past 20 years. If I try to just avoid them (or do them LESS), then maybe one day I can be a decent leader.

A leader of what? Well, first, my self.




The author also wrote about the 10 Things You Need To Know To Become A Great Leader. Read more from James Altucher, an entrepreneur, investor  and best-selling author of “Choose Yourself” and “Choose Yourself Guide To Wealth”. He openly discusses the financial and emotional impact of  making (and  losing) money in his personal blog at JamesAltucher.com.

anonymous asked:

How would the RFA react to an MC who really loves the environment and even joins protests (OMG imagine Jumin funding for the strikes but then MC gets mad for using paper money :P)

You guys seriously think of amazing headcanons i can’t even think of! Keep sending more~ -Admin Yuki-


Yoosung

  • IS ACTUALLY VERY HAPPY
  • “YOU’RE JUST LIKE RIKA”
  • He would help you do posters especially coloring them this dork
  • Would wake up early to help you organize for  let’s all be honest we all know this dork is too busy playing video games to wake up early
  • A few minutes into the rally, this kid is already sweating like he is trying to survive the Sahara
  • After the rally, this child is crashed on the floor of the house and doesn’t wake up until 1 am poor baby

Zen

  • Thinks it’s pretty cute and sweet of you to have something passionate about
  • But is a bit worried when you stay up late at night trying to organize stuff for the event carries you to bedroom and cuddles until you fall asleep
  • In the morning, this guy is dressed up like his going to the forest or something 
  • ZEN WHY ARE YOU WEARING A FARMER’S HAT
  • Actually is enjoying these type of events but hates the part where he was to scream STOP CATS FROM INVADING OUR HOMES
  • Later that day, everyone goes to celebrate their hard-work with some hardcore karaoke 

Jaehee

  • Thinks it’s weird that you’re into these things but gladly lends a hand
  • BOY LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHIN’ YOU SAY WHAT THE PROTEST IS ABOUT AND BOOM SHE GOT YOU COVERED
  • Stays up all night with you and makes coffee for you BAEHEE IS LIFE
  • When you saw what she was wearing, it looked like she was going to the retirement home IM SOORRY
  • After the event, you guys visit the new cafe that opened that lets you play with owls

Jumin

  • Feels like it’s a waste of time to do protests but supports you anyways 
  • “WHAT YOU NEED MORE PEOPLE IN YOUR RALLY??? I GOT YOU”
  • Tells his employees to join you in the rallies for a raise 
  • Would close roads and your rallies are featured nation wide
  • Tells Jaehee to cancel all meetings so he could experience the rights of a commoner poor jaehee
  • When the rally ended, you guys were in bed snoozing or doing you know what

Seven

  • Thinks you are a greater hero than he is sTOP YOU ADORABLE WEASEL
  • HACKS INTO EVERY DEVICE TO CONVINCE THEM GO TO YOUR RALLY
  • Drives one of his babies with all the posters you’ve made attached to it
  • WON’T STOP YELLING AND YOOSUNG IS THIRD WHEELING IN THE BACKSEAT
  • After that, you two went home and both of you cooked and ate like you two are in a buffet THE KITCHEN IS A TOTAL MESS 

V

  • “JUST LIKE RIKA”
  • POSTERS? NAH WE NEED IS A  PHOTOGRAPH OF A PUPPY CRYING OVER UNHEALTHY FOOD 
  • Sells his pictures to websites that support the cause
  • During the rally, you accidentally tripped and V had you carry you all the way his such a sweety 
  • You were both exhausted when you got home so the two of you decided to binge watch all night

Saeran

  • Absolutely hates it
  • But changed his mind after he noticed how dedicated you are so he joined you
  • When you did a Cruelty against animals, he was forced to wear a bunny hairband MAKE THIS HAPPEN STAT
  • After, the two of you baked heart shaped cookies together to sell the next day SAERAN PUT THAT DOWN OR SO HELP ME
My Permanent Contempt of Starbucks

The following was sent as a submission. I felt the need to respond, so underneath it is my response.

Four years ago, I joined Weight Watchers and lost 40 pounds.  It took about a year and three years later, I’m still at a healthy weight.  The biggest change was giving up Starbucks.  At first, I just avoided Starbucks.  I was used to 2 and sometimes 3 Venti specialty drinks each day.  I could no longer “afford” the calories.  I started making my own coffee at home and came to appreciate the taste of real coffee.  I explored various brewing techniques and different roasts.  Over time, something strange happened.  I came to resent Starbucks, not because I thought they made me fat.  I resent the fact that they purport to sell coffee, when in fact they sell sugar.  Now, the thought of Starbucks literally makes me sick.  I no longer consider a “PSL” coffee.  Now, when someone asks  what Starbucks drink I like, I reply, “I don’t really care for their drinks because I want my coffee to taste like coffee.”

Congratulations on the weight loss and even more congrats at keeping it off! But that said, your contempt is unfounded, in my opinion. Nobody is forcing you or anyone else to buy the Frappuccinos, white mocha, PSL, or any of the other sugar-laden drinks. That's your choice. And I sell coffee… Entire urns of coffee… but people would rather choose to buy the sugary stuff. You can’t blame us for the choices you make. You need to own up to them. Just because it’s on the menu doesn’t mean you have to buy it.

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Yahoo: *sees free social network made by one guy*

Yahoo: *buys free social network for $1.1 billion*

Yahoo: *sees that a lot of the users are lgbt*

Yahoo: *flags and sexualizes the word “lesbian” and flags blogs who use those tags as nsfw without notifying them*

Smart business moves, Yahoo! 👏👏👏 This reminds me of when EA took the Sims, the best selling pc game of all time™, and tried to turn it into an online mmo. Or the time they turned SimCity into an online only game so they could force players to use their servers. Or when Atari turned Rollercoaster Tycoon into a mobile app with $99 in app purchases. All done for a quick buck. And what happened to those games, I wonder? 🤔 Google wanted to buy Friendster in 2003 for $30 mil, but it ended up dying in 2006.

Think about what you’re doing before you piss off a large amount of the user base by flagging a non sexual, non pornographic word @staff. Just because this site has a large user base, doesn’t mean it’s immortal and can’t fail. Again, auto flagging words instead of coming up with a better system is lazy.

“Goan Nights”

~Love can be found in the most unexpected places…or people~
Starring: Deepika Padukone I Ranveer Singh
Directed by: Homi Adajania

Plot: Susanne “Susi” Desai and Nick Dorian. Two people that couldn’t be more different, are forced to work together when Nick’s grandfather Pedro dies and bequeaths him his café in Goa. 
The young man flies down from the hectic and loud New York to a laid back place, he never even knew existed. His only wish - to sell the café and get out of this heat as fast as possible. But, as we know, life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans and so he stumbles over Susi, the carefree waitress, who worked at the café till Pedro’s demise. Will she be able to make Nick realize there’s more than suits, work and money? And will Nick be able to show Susi a life she never even dared to dream of?

this house isn’t a home (captain swan) 4/?

Emma Swan is doing fine until the past she’d rather forget about walks back into her life in the form of her ex-husband.

explicit (teen this chapter) | divorced AU, angst | ao3 & ffn

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