throw your vote away

An Open Letter To The People Of France

The 7 May is going to be your day to choose, to vote for a new president. 

I am very much a German and I do realise that some of you might think now that I probably shouldn’t say anything, as Germany has its own problems with the right-wing etc. (but our election is in September and not in six days) but I’m here, I’m upset and I’m gonna say this anyway:

YOU, every SINGLE ONE of you (French people), who are of voting age, NEED, MUST, HAVE TO go VOTE on MAY 7. 
This is your DUTY. 

You have the RIGHT to vote in a DEMOCRATIC country and if you can’t even do that, then you do not have the right to complain about the politics in your country.
You also do not have the right to complain, if you make your vote ballot INVALID/VOID/CAST IT IN BLANK. That is NOT how you protest vote. This election you should not protest vote at all! This isn’t some joking business, the right-wing IS on the rise and if you do not realise that Le Pen and her people are NAZIS, then you need to slap yourself right in the face. 

You go VOTE and you do it PROPERLY, no funny business just because you’re mad that both candidates are shitty.
You know which nation also thought both of their candidates to be the same level of awful?
Oh? Yeah? That’s right! THE USA. And you know who they got? TRUMP. Nasty right-wing ass racist homophobic sexist ablist fuck Donald Trump. 
And if any of you think that that was a BAD IDEA… then you should know what to do. 

If any of you, mainly the left-wingers who were for Melenchon, have any kind of compassion in you, any kind of realist thoughts, any kind of mind for the future of the lesser fortunate than you… then you should know what to do on May 7. 

I know you’re upset Melenchon did not make it to the final round but NEITHER DID BERNIE SANDERS. This does NOT give you the right to NOT go vote.
 
If you’re all rage against Trump, then you should know what to do on May 7. 

If you’re against Nazis and right-wing bullshit, then you should know what to do on May 7. 

Macron needs the votes, especially the votes of the youth and the left-leaning. 

Le Pen is going to get her votes either way, probably the Fillon voters, too and all the votes of people, who voted for other conservative/right-leaning parties. 

This is not a time to be dumb, blinded by anger. This is the time to make the right choice and that is to vote for Macron on May 7. 
If you cannot see how he is the better choice than Nazi-bride Le Pen? Then I can’t help you. 

Also, as a side note, Frexit? Does that, after Brexit, seem like a good idea to you? You know full well that France profits from the EU (as did the UK). 
THE EU IS NOT THE DEVIL. THE EURO IS NOT THE DEVIL. BRUSSELS IS NOT THE DEVIL. The EU did so many great things, achieved so many great stuff, are we just gonna forget about that? Are we gonna forget that a treaty between FRANCE and Germany was the foundation for the EU? 
Cooperating with Germany is NOT a bad thing, cooperation with the EU is profitable and certainly does not take away from your French nationality.

You’re not less French, just because France is in the EU. 
You are FRENCH AND EUROPEAN. Just like Namibians are African. Just like Chinese are Asian. 
Being European and part of the EU does NOT take away from your identity. It adds. (Although, and that is just my personal opinion, your national identity should NOT weigh as much in any decision as it does… for a lot of people.)

So.

Ni Macron, ni Le Pen?

Is the wrong fucking mantra, is the wrong fucking motto. 

Melenchon is OUT of the RACE. 

Your decision now lies between MACRON and LEPEN. 

And if you decide to throw away your vote and with that your voice? A lot of things are going to change for the worse once Le Pen is president and you need to be aware that this is a possibility that can happen, that will happen. See: USA + Trump. Even also see: Turkey + Erdogan. (Also perhaps see: Hungary + Orban). 

You don’t like Macron? Fine. Make his time as a president absolute HELL. 
But be aware that he IS left-leaning and he is more likely to listen to your demands than Le Pen. Le Pen is NOT going to help the left. She is not going to listen to your voices. Le Pen is going to try to appeal to the less right and more center (conservative) voters. And she will succeed, with what I heard she even talked about that she’s not going to force Frexit upon France? That is, what we Germans call it: Wählerfang (voter catch/haul/hunt). That is what most politicans do, of course, but with her it’s dangerous. She’s gonna promise less radical things to appeal to the people. That is dangerous.

It’s dangerous especially when the young left-leaning voters are throwing their vote away, just because they don’t like Macron. 
THIS IS NOT THE TIME.
DO YOU WANT TO END UP WITH A NAZI?

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, go vote on May 7 and choose wisely.
This is not the time to protest vote.
Once Macron is president, you can protest, you can will him to listen to your demands.

EUROPE NEEDS TO STAY FREE AND LIBERAL. 
THE WORLD IS FULL OF PROBLEMS AND WE NEED A UNITED EUROPE, A EUROPE THAT CAN WORK TOGETHER. 
THAT IS NOT POSSIBLE WITH RIGHT-WING LEADERS. 
IF EVERY COUNTRY WILL ONLY BE THERE FOR ITSELF ANYMORE AND ONLY ACT IN THEIR OWN INTERESTS (eg. France to the French, Britain to the British etc.), THEN THE OUTCOME OF THAT WILL BE TERRIBLE. 

We don’t need this.

We don’t need Le Pen.

We don’t need Petry… or now Alice Weidel, I guess(?)

We don’t need Trump.

We need a Free World and a United Europe. 

#POUREMMANUELMACRON

#POURL’EUROPE

Election Day

Today is Election Day in the UK and I am pleading with all my UK followers, go vote!

To paraphrase John Green, ‘I don’t care *how* you vote, I care *whether* you vote’.

The polls are open now, and will be open until 10pm tonight so please go do it. It takes less than two minutes and you’re voting for your future. Young people - go vote. We can decide this election and if we vote, we *can* make a difference! So go. Right now. Or whenever you’re free today before 10pm.

Don’t throw away your shot

5

“Choose Me” (ft. BTS)

You sighed and tried to proceed with your day as usual. Trying to steer clear from any doubts you might have about that night. You dressed simply, making sure to wear your red scarf just because Jimin’s mom might attend. The season was a bit awry, like it couldn’t decide whether to stay in winter or jump over the fence into spring, but you thought a little cold wouldn’t bother you. So you placed your bet on the budding trees that lined the long way towards the university.

You took this time to silence all thoughts and just focus on the surroundings, but a resonating sound broke through and you were sure it was your heart beating in anticipation as the sudden thought of seeing the person it was beating for intruded your head. You closed your eyes and halted, with a hand over your erratic heart, you tried to calm down. You’ve waited this long. What’s one more night?

The venue was already packed with people when you arrived and luckily, Jimin had reserved a seat for you. As expected, you spotted his mom seating beside the empty seat that was for his dad. Jimin’s dad rarely attended because of his work, so you always took his seat. She saw you just in time and waved at you.

“Y/N-ah!” she smiled gleefully, her eyes twinkling even more when she saw that you were wearing the scarf she made. Her smile somehow always reaffirmed that she was Jimin’s mom. “I guess it’s the two of us again.” She remarked when you sat down. “I haven’t seen Yoongi, he’s not with you?”

You shook your head, quite surprised that Jimin hasn’t told his mom what happened. “No, he’s the assistant musical director for this production, so he’s probably in the tech booth over there.” You pointed towards the general direction of where the said booth would be. “How was your travel here?”

“Oh, you don’t have to ask me all the time. Commuting to Seoul is almost second nature to me. Besides, I was here since yesterday and met some old friends.” She suddenly realized something and turned to you with wide eyes. “Oh, I should’ve taken you with me! Ah, Jimin wouldn’t let me go shopping with you in the past.”

You giggled suddenly recalling stories about Jimin’s mom wanting a daughter, but got Jimin instead. “You can call me anytime! We don’t need his permission anyway.”

Jimin’s mom smiled again, but you saw how her eyes turned somber as she turned towards the stage. The lights have been dimmed and a round of applause and hollers echoed in the auditorium. You felt her hand on your wrist and you turned to look at her, but she remained straight-faced as she stared at the empty stage. “I’m going to count on that. I’ll need your company when Jimin’s gone.”

You froze, waiting for second to verify if you heard it right. “What do you mean?”

With eyes as wide as yours, it was her turn to look at you. “He didn’t tell you? He received an offer to join a dance company in New York.”

Chills travelled through your whole body, but you tried to remain calm and collected. “H-He hasn’t told me yet.” You murmured as you tried to be comfortable in your seat again. “When is he leaving?”

“Well, he hasn’t accepted it yet, but if he does… He’ll be leaving right after he graduates. Roughly around 10 months to a year?” The older woman also seem to be in the same state of jumbled emotions as you were because on one hand, her son is fulfilling his dream, but on the other, he’ll be on the other side of the world.

“That’s not a lot of time left.” You commented, shifting in your seat for the third time in the past minute. “How long will he be staying there?”

“We also don’t know, but he says that he will have to train for at least a year before he could get any vacations.” Jimin’s mom sighed and sent you a forced smile. “But what can we do, right?”

“Right. What can we do?” you echoed softly.

Namjoon’s booming voice snapped you out of your reverie as he opened the program. A beautiful lady stood beside him as his co-host and you recognized her as an alumnae who was also part of the dance club. You looked at him and smiled, somehow feeling at ease that he was standing as tall and proud as ever, especially now that he’s running for student council president.

The first performers stood on stage and you took this chance to steal a little bathroom break. You kept your head low, so as not to disturb the other audience. Unbeknownst to you, a certain pair of eyes followed.

You washed your hands and fixed your hair, sighing deeply whenever you recalled the bomb that Jimin’s mom had dropped on you. Your eyes were trained on the floor, deep in thought, when you exited the restroom that you bumped into someone and staggered backwards.

The other person caught your arm and immediately helped you stand upright. “You never change, do you?”

“Joonie…” you meet his eyes for the first time in many weeks. “I mean… Namjoon-ssi, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be hosting?”

“Don’t ask me to be friends with you.” His request back then was so clear that you can hear it even when he was standing in front of you with his lips sealed.

“It’s fine, I won’t need to say anything for at least another 15 minutes.” He was casually leaning on the wall opposite from where you stood. With your hands behind you, you could only stare at him and how he seem to have gotten even more handsome, with his sleeked back hair and signature glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. “How have you been? I heard about what happened with Yoongi.”

“You did? Wow, news really does fly around.” You commented and realized just how nonchalant your remark was. You snuck a glance at him only to find that he was giggling.

“You’re still funny.”

“You’re still…” Charming as ever? “…you.”

“’Course I am.” He smirked and added. “I mean, I need to be, right? I’m running for president.”

You crossed your arms, leaning your weight on one foot. “You finally did it, huh? What convinced you?”

“You?” he covered his face in embarrassment. “I needed a distraction, a strong one, so that I could move on from you.”

You opened your mouth to object, but decided that he had every right to say whatever he wanted after what you did to him. “That worked out well, then.”

“Yeah, it did.” He glanced at his watch. “It was nice talking to you again, Y/N. Will you vote for me?” He asked playfully as he started walking back.

You followed, a few steps behind him. “I thought you didn’t want us to be friends?”

He suddenly stopped and you were quick enough this time not to bump into him. “I never said that. I just didn’t want you to ask me to be your friend.”

In your head, you wanted to argue that it was the exact same thing, but when he continued, all of your lingering thought dissipated.

“But I can ask you. Let’s be friends, Y/N. I realized that I value you a lot as a friend too and throwing that away would be such a waste. Who knows, your vote might make all the difference.” When you gave him a look that asked if he was being friendly because of the elections, he snickered again. “I’m kidding about the voting part but seriously, let’s be friends again.”

He extended a hand and you hesitated, but eventually placed your hand in his to shake it. “Okay.”

“But let’s take it slow, okay?” he winked and turned to walk back into the venue. He raised a hand to wave at you without looking back. “I’ll see you in the office again on Monday.”

You expected a heavy feeling in your heart, one that sometimes called itself guilt, but relief washed over you like an unexpected summer shower. Namjoon was willing to put everything behind and become your friend again. How can you feel anything else but joy?

You returned to your seat and watched the rest of the show, including Jimin’s piece during which his mom cried. After the show, Jimin’s mom had dragged you to meet her son, but when she went ahead of you and hugged Jimin, you realized that they haven’t seen each other in a while and decided to give them some privacy.

You wandered off and unintentionally found Yoongi talking to individuals who wore somewhat similar clothing to his. You perched yourself on a nearby chair and watched as the men gave Yoongi sleek business cards. In an effort to repair your strange relationship, as you’ve promised yourself that you would, you approached him and tried to peek at the cards. “Who were those people?”

“None of your business, nosey pants.” He flattened his palm on your face and pushed you away, something he had always done before the whole ruckus.

“Come on, just let me have a peek.” He sighed and gave you the cards. “Big Hit Entertainment?!” you exclaimed and caught the attention of several people. “Are they asking you to be an idol?”

“Of course not, they’re bringing me in as a PD.” He replied, stuffing the cards in his pocket.

You gasped dramatically and Yoongi rolled his eyes at you. “WHAT? They really said that? Isn’t it your dream to be a music PD?”

He shrugs. “If I’m making music, then I guess so.”

You smiled at him and he couldn’t help but return it because you genuinely looked so happy for him. You pulled him into a hug and whispered, “If you’re happy then I’m happy, Yoongi.”

Hearing you reassure him and call his name made his heart hurt a little, but he knew that you meant it well, so he couldn’t help but say the same thing as he patted your back, “If you’re happy then I’m happy too. I found another key to my happiness. I hope you find yours soon.”

“I will.” You promised. “Want to walk home together?”

“There’s an after party and I’m forced to come because apparently, graduates cannot be exempted. Won’t you be coming?”

You traced your eyes over where you last saw Jimin and his mom only to find him smothered with people, mostly girls. You returned to meet Yoongi’s gaze and said, “I think I’ll pass this time. I’m trying to avoid any more drunken incidents.”

He snorted. “Took you long enough.”

“Hey!” you protested and he was about to say something again, probably to tease you like he always used to do, but a professor called him and with a short apology and a promise to text you later, he was also gone.

You look around and saw a lot of familiar faces, but for some reason, one that you refused to acknowledge at the moment, your energy has been drained.

You decided to call it a night and tried to exit the auditorium, almost squeezing past people just to get through. When you finally made it outside, the night had gotten colder and you wrinkled your nose in disapproval of your own decision to take a thin coat.

‘I just hope it won’t rain or snow.’ You thought as you stood outside, contemplating whether you should walk back or just take a cab.

A familiar voice called your name and you turned to see Jimin, still clad in his stage clothes with only a long coat on. “Y/N! Wait!” he jogged towards you, a puff of smoke coming out of his nose and mouth after every exhale. “Where are you going?”

“I’m a bit tired, so I’m going back to the dorm after a light meal. What are you doing here?” You replied honestly, mildly concerned by the fact that his ears were bright red. “You should head back inside and change. It’s freezing out here!”

“Mom says you were here, so I looked for you. Aren’t you going to the after party?” The way he said had just the right hint of betrayal and you almost said yes.

“No, sorry. I think you’re forgetting that I’m not part of the dance club.” You raised your hands to pull the coat more snugly around him and wrap your scarf around his neck. “Here’s your scarf. Congratulations! I guess you did okay?” you teased and pinched one of his cheeks lightly. “You should get back inside. I’ll see you tomorrow? Your mother is inviting me back to your house for lunch.”

“You mean dinner, right? I won’t be awake by lunchtime for sure.” He smiled cheekily and you rolled your eyes.

“Fine. Dinner.” He smiled at you answer and waved his hand at you as he jogged back to the auditorium again. “Have fun! I’ll treat you next time!”

You pulled your coat closer to yourself and began walking back to your dorm, taking the short route this time just because you were almost freezing. You changed your plan to eat in the deokbokki tent and got yourself a ramyun in a convenience store instead.

But even when you were slurping the noodles, all you could think about was him. You hated to be one of those girls whose minds were always occupied with some boy but his smiling face left pang in your heart. When you finally arrived, you were exhausted, blaming it on the fact that you had walked instead of blaming it on talking to him. You were ready to climb into bed when your phone rang.

The name that flashed on screen made your heart jump, but it also terrified you. Minutes ago, you were just thinking about his smile and now, he was calling you as if he was answering your thoughts. There are limitless scenarios that could happen, but you weren’t prepared for any of it.

And yet you answered. How can you not when he was the one calling?

“Hello?” you sat on your bed carefully, figuring that you probably needed to sit down for this one.

With raspier voice than usual, he answered in a drunken tone that you have used a thousand times over. “Y/N… where are you?”

“Dorm. Where are you?” you asked, the worry immediately rising to the surface of all the emotions you were feeling. His surroundings was strangely quiet, prompting your next question, “Aren’t you at the party?”

“It’s a secret.” He chuckled and you wanted to pull your hair out in frustration. You made a move to grab your coat, but he added, “If you just listen to me, I’ll tell you where I am.”

“Fine. I’ll play your game. This is new to me anyway, you drunk calling me at 1:56 AM and not the other way around.” You chuckled, realizing that your voice was also a bit throaty. “What’s up? Can’t have fun without me?”

“I can’t have fun anywhere without you, Y/N.” His voice was so quiet and sincere that you almost felt his voice like an air whisper against your ear. “Are you avoiding me?”

You were caught off-guard by his bold choice of words. “N-No, of course not. I was… I was just tired.”

“Are you sure?” he slurred. “And this has nothing… Absolutely nothing to do with what happened 6 months ago?”

You felt like you were having a cardiac arrest at his question. “Wh-What do you mean?”

“This is so painful, Y/N. How is it possible that I’m the only one who remembers?” you heard him grit through his teeth.

“Remember what, Jimin?” your prompted.

“That night… Everything you did that night… All the words you told me that night six months ago.”

6 Months Ago, the day after your break-up with Namjoon…

“Ya, ya, stop, stop.” Hoseok took the glass from your hand and immediately snatched the last soju bottle lying in front of you. “If you drink more, Jimin is never going to stop scolding me.”

“Give that back!” you burst out and tried to reach for the bottle, failing miserably and only splattering yourself all over Hoseok’s lap. His girlfriend sighed and took the seat beside you.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? This is more than just breaking up with Namjoon, right?” she asked with her kindest voice. Hoseok’s girlfriend almost always took your side, even more when you were drunk.

“It is and it’s not.” You cried, leaning on the older girl’s shoulder. “I feel like I’m back where I started.”

“With Yoongi?” Hoseok supplied, but your next answer surprised them all.

“No… with Jimin.”

“What?” They both exclaimed, looking at each other with wide eyes.

“What do you mean?” Hoseok’s girlfriend spoke first, trying to meet your eyes, but you forced them shut.

“Before any of these happened, before I met all of you… I was in love with Jimin first. Being with Namjoon and breaking up with him just brought back so much. I used Namjoon as a rebound exactly the way I thought that chasing after Yoongi would make me forget about any remaining feelings I had for Jimin.” Tears started to fall from your eyes and the two were flustered by your sudden outburst, not knowing that you’ve had these pent up feelings all these time. “But it didn’t. It only made me remember so much more; the fear of crossing the line and never being able to turn it back.”

“Then…” Hoseok said, not knowing what words he wanted to say until he said it. “…go for it. What are you waiting for?”

“Hoseok…” his girlfriend said, not knowing how he can be so insensitive. “It’s not that easy.”

Just then, an idea entered your head. One that was planted by Namjoon’s words. “He’s right…” you whispered. “I always have a choice.”

You pulled out your phone and stumbled out of the restaurant. Hoseok made a move to help you, but his girlfriend stopped him. “Let her go, let them figure it out by themselves.”

You stumbled into the nearest bus station and pulled out your phone, your hazy vision scrolling past Jimin’s name twice before finally pressing it. The ring was short, as it always was, and he always seem to answer with breathless urgency.

“Y/N?” you knew that he just woke up from the sound of his voice. “What’s up? It’s like 2 am.”

“Jimin…” you whined and the rare moments that you actually called for his name had him sitting up and grabbing his coat. Curfews be damned.

“Where are you?” he asked as he ran outside of the dorm. “Are you drunk? Again?”

“Very. I’m… I’m somewhere. A bus station, around the university.” You mused, sounding more confusing than you intended.

“There’s like three bus stations around the university.” Jimin huffed as he began biking to the nearest one.

“Then, tell me something while you’re at it.” You slumped against the posts holding the stop. “What am I to you?”

The question was one that Jimin had asked himself countless of times over the years. To hear you actually asking him then and expecting a legitimate answer, his voice got caught in his throat. “You’re… You’re my bestfriend, Y/N. I’ve been there for every birthday party, every break up, every new year’s eve. I feel like I’ve known you all my life.”

You nodded, even though he cannot see you. “I feel the same way, really.” You choked back the tears and Jimin would be lying if he said that he hadn’t heard it. He arrived at the first station in no time, but you weren’t there. “At least, I felt the same way. You and Yoongi… . I love you both, really. I thought I would be content with chasing after him, but then I got greedy even when I know I was just lying to myself…

“Because in reality, Jimin… I fell in love with you first.”

“What?” Jimin had to hit the breaks just because his heart cannot keep up.

“I know it’s not the right time and it’s really cowardly to do it over the phone and this is probably just the alcohol speaking but I just needed to let this all out, so that I can confidently cheer you on when you walk back to your girlfriend, so please let me say this.” You inhaled a huge breath, watching cars pass by every so often. “I love you, Jimin. I’ve wanted you since the moment I first laid eyes on you, but somehow, we always missed each other. You always had a girlfriend and I always had a boyfriend. You were always in love someone else and I was too. It’s as if the universe conspired to keep us bestfriends and I never tried to fight it.”

Jimin didn’t answer, but only pedaled harder until he finally caught sight of you slouched in a dimly lit bus stop. “Jimin?” your heart began sinking after hearing the silence that followed your confession.

You looked up just in time to see Jimin gasping for breath as he jumped off his bike and it crashed loudly on the floor. Before you could even comprehend what was happening, you were already in his arms. “Even if you’ve never faced my direction once,” he held you tight, tighter than he ever has before. “…even if I’m always cheering you on from behind, even if you end up choosing someone else entirely, I always chose to be in love with you. This love hopes for the person I love to be happy even if she’s not with me. Love shouldn’t be selfish, it should be selfless, you believe that, right?”

Was it a click? As if a gun had been clocked in place, as if a puzzle piece had finally found the crevice where it belongs… You felt exactly that as you inhaled Jimin’s familiar scent. “We’re so stupid.” You murmured against his chest. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“I… I didn’t want to burden you with my feelings. You always had a lot going on.” You felt him smile against the crook of your neck. “I don’t know what to say. My mind just can’t digest any of these right now. I’m sorry?”

You shook your head. “No, I understand. It really was selfish of me to dump all of these on you out of nowhere. You’ve given me more of you than I can ever return, you can be selfish with me all your life.”

A very, very long pause followed and it involved the two of you just keeping each other warm and collecting your thoughts. Finally, you spoke again and Jimin didn’t know why but it made him nervous. “Jimin? I think I knew that you loved me.”

“You did?” he finally pulled away and saw how flushed your cheeks were, from the alcohol, from the sudden revelations.

“Yeah and I took you for granted.” Your hands slid down to place both of your hands in his. Your eyes dropped where your hands were intertwined. “Mostly because I was afraid? I thought I’d lose you if I even tried to entertain the way my heart beat faster at just the thought of you, how my day becomes infinitely better if you tell me about how you failed an exam or saw a dog and how it breaks me when you look at someone else the way you look at me.” You chuckled, suddenly remembering how jealous you were whenever he introduced a new girl to you. “I just never chose to be with you and I’m sorry. I kept all of these feelings locked in because I couldn’t take that risk.”

“You’re a horrible person.” He squeezed your hands and you raised your eyes to check if he was joking only to meet his ever-charming eye smile.

“I know, someone help me.”

“So, what now?” he tucked a stray hair behind you ear and placed his cold hand on your neck.

You shivered, your lips gravitating towards his. “You’re the sober one here, what now?”

His warm and plump lips, the ones you have memorized unknowingly all these years finally pressed against yours for a short, sweet kiss. The kiss was your way of testing the waters before diving in and though the dawn was cold, his breath was warm against your face and it just felt right. Your heart had ceased racing and when you pulled him closer to kiss him again, you were only living in the moment.

He kissed you again, deeper this time with parted lips and scrunched eyebrows. His hands angling your jaw as you stood on your toes to reach him. Your fists had crumpled the front of his shirt, releasing them only when he pulled away. “You’re going to forget in the morning anyway.” His voice held a hint of dismay when tasted the alcohol in your mouth.

You didn’t argue and nodded.  “You’re right and it’s such a fucking shame because for the first time in so many years, I feel like I’m finally making the choice that I should’ve made a long time ago and possibly, spared myself all these heartbreak.” Your smile was bittersweet, but it didn’t stop you. “Can I kiss you again? Since I’m gonna forget anyway?”

In the midst of his story, you found the presence of mind to dress up and grab your coat to look for him. The way he looked for you that night. “I know.”

“Sorry?”

“I know. I remember. Maybe it’s due to the fact that you’re actually a really great kisser that I didn’t forget.” You sighed when you descended your dorm and whipped the dorm door open.

To your surprise, Jimin was there slumped on the steps, looking up at you. “Jimin?”

“Why…” The hand holding his phone dropped to his sides. “…why didn’t you tell me?”

You smile and sit down beside him, on his eye-level. “For the same reason that we never took a chance on each other all these years, I was afraid because I want to be with you for a very, very long time, Jimin.” You gathered your knees and rested your cheek on them to look at him. “Also, I didn’t think that it was fair for you and well, for me too, to jump into a relationship when we were both broken.” You choked back the tears and continued looking at him intently. “I felt like I’ve waited my whole life for us to finally look at each other and I wasn’t going to waste my shot because of bad timing. Besides, I knew that you remembered and I gave you a chance to tell me, but you didn’t.” he opened his mouth to object but you raised a finger to stop him. “Let me finish.”

You scooted closer, so close that you could see every emotion that crossed his eyes. “I heard from your mom that you’re going to New York and I thought I missed you again, but then,” you shrugged. “…if I learned anything from all of our mishaps and drama… It’s that I shouldn’t just give you a chance and wait for you to come. I shouldn’t let you leave when I can hold onto you. I have my own voice, my own decisions and I have my own heart.”

Placing a hand on his cheek, you smiled again, trying to calm down his frantic, tear struck eyes. “Let me say this, Park Jimin. I love you. I liked you for a long time until we met Yoongi, but I never wanted to be anything more. Eventually I got tired and looked for what I couldn’t have with you in Yoongi, as if he can save me from my feelings for you. But I’ve changed… Now, I’m not afraid to fall in love with you all over again.”

“You’re the worst, Y/N.” he chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

“I know, but we’ve seen the best and worst of each other anyway, so even if you decide that we’re not meant to be together. I’ll fight it. You were always the one rescuing me and even when I didn’t need saving, you rescued me anyway, so if you can’t go to me… I’ll be the one going to you.”

“That… That was a great speech.” He finally exhaled and if your heart could sigh, it probably would.

“I know, we should’ve written it down.” Jimin wrapped an arm gingerly around you an place a hand on your knee. “So what now?”

“We’ve wasted this much time already. If you just kissed me, I would’ve understood and asked you to explain another day.” He smirked and you smack him.

Jimin approaches you, but you keep him within arm’s length. “Jin-oppa once said that the person you end up drunk calling is someone that you will trust your life with.”

“I’ve already trusted my life, my heart and my soul to you, Y/N.” he remarked and you rolled your eyes, smacking him hard again before grabbing his collar and pulling him for a kiss.

Reluctantly, he pulled away. “Y/N, I’m… I’m leaving.”

“I know.”

“You do?”

“Your mom told me.”

He sighed, palming his face. “Why am I not surprised?”

You giggled. “It’s okay.”

“You’re not mad?”

“How can I be? It’s your dream, Jimin.”

“But what about us?”

“Us? I don’t know, what are we?”

“You just recited a whole speech professing your love for me.”

“So? That doesn’t mean anything.”

“What?”

You laughed again. “I’m kidding, Jimin. We’ll make it work. We’ve waited for almost 10 years already, I can wait for another 10 if it means you’ll come home to me.”

“Who says you can’t visit?”

And the way may have long-winded, but you both have finally arrived at the same station. A lot was broken, but a lot was gained too. It was painful and if it were up to you, you would wish you won’t have to go through such a ride again, but did you regret it? No.

Because you chose this path and now you have to walk on it, hopefully with the right person this time.

The End. 끝.

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Drama/Romance/CollegeAU

Pairing: ReaderxJimin

Summary: It’s the number one rule: you should never fall in love with your best friend or worse, Min Yoongi. With love in the equation, it becomes much difficult to find the right answer. Is it really true that you can’t choose who you fall in love with?

One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Nineteen Point Five Twenty Twenty One Twenty Two (END) Epilogue

a/n: It’s Jimin. In the summary I wrote, “It’s the number one rule: you should never fall in love with your best friend or worse, Min Yoongi.” Who is Y/N’s best friend? Park Jimin. It’s always been Jimin, she loved Jimin first before Yoongi. BOOM. Besides, if you check the tags, I’ve been tagging him since chapter 1. LOL. PS there’s an epilogue left!

don’t write in bernie sanders

don’t write in bernie sanders

don’t write in bernie sanders

don’t 👏 write 👏 in 👏 bernie 👏 sanders 👏

if you care about LGBTQ+ rights, racism/sexism, conversion therapy, blm etc etc etc DO NOT THROW AWAY YOUR VOTE
VOTE FOR HILLARY or TRUMP WILL BECOME PRESIDENT OF THE GOD DAMN USA

DO NOT THROW AWAY YOUR VOTE WITH A WRITE-IN OR A THIRD PARTY VOTE PLEASE!!!!

“I’m just exploring all my options”

You have no options. Voting for a third party candidate is effectively throwing your vote away. It’s a BINARY CHOICE

You are going to get us all killed.
You are going to get us all killed.

You might not remember what happened last time, but I do. Leftists swore up and down an Al Gore Presidency would be “just as bad” as a Bush Presidency. That was the EXACT phrase they used.

“Al Gore is a corpratist,” they said.

“I want to vote for something instead of against something,” they said.

Now, over a decade later, the entire GLOBE is still trying to correct what was done during the Bush administration–global financial collapse, SCOTUS nominees, TWO endless wars, drone strikes, the Patriot Act, No Child Left Behind, Isis, DICK CHEYNEY.

Open your eyes and see how the tide is turning. For the past 10 years, there’s been a steady rise of right-wing ideology and politics. There’s UKIP and the Brexit, France and their damn neo Nazi Marine Le Pen, whatever is happening in Brazil right now. Canada only just ousted a leader who muzzled scientists who spoke about climate change!

And now we have the possibility of Trump. Trump who, as of this moment, has a 38% chance of winning according to Five Thirty Eight. Not 38% of the vote. 38% chance of winning. Those aren’t terrible odds. They’re better odds than rolling a specific number on a die, 16.68%. 

Do you understand that we have a chance to flip the Supreme Court for the first time since the 60’s? 

Remember all that Civil Rights shit from the 60’s? Do you know what happened to it, why it didn’t usher in a new age of equality like MLK’s Dreamers hoped? The Burger Court happened to it. The Burger Court is the conservative-majority Supreme Court that came into power in the backlash following the 60′s. With that Court came a conservative jurisprudence that would last for generations. It was the Burger Court that stymied de-segregation efforts, and created ‘white flight’ by ruling that de-segregation orders couldn’t be extended past district lines. It was the Burger Court that laid the groundwork for Citizens United, when they ruled that corporations could spend money in politics. Everyone was so shocked when SCOTUS ruled corporations are people and money=speech. Well, thank the Burger Court!

Now, for the first time in SEVERAL DECADES there is an opportunity to flip the Supreme Court. We haven’t had a liberal jurisprudence since the 60′s. And look at what’s coming down the pipe–anti trans laws like HB2, Affirmative Action, housing rights, repealing Citizen United, immigration, abortion, gun control, police brutality, climate change, etc. 

I am begging you to vote Hillary. And tell others to vote Hillary. I won’t quibble over whether her policies are better than Trump’s (they objectively are) or whether or not she is a better person than Trump (that’s…more subjective). The SCOTUS nominations should be reason enough. PLEASE don’t make me live through a Trump administration. Please don’t do this again.

It’s the 11th hour and I’ve got Zero Chill left. It’s time for the facts and the cold hard truth.

If you think your vote doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, you’re wrong: Obama won NC by 2 votes per precinct. Al Gore lost the entirety of Florida by a mere 573 votes, and therefore lost the election to George W. Bush. Etc and so on.

If you’ve never voted before, let now be the first time: history is littered with the bodies of women and people of color who have quite literally fought and died for this right.

If you believe you don’t like either candidate and therefore will vote for a 3rd party, you are literally throwing away your vote. A 3rd party candidate will not win this election. I’m sorry that the system is unfair, but sadly, that is the way it is. This is not the time for a symbolic protest vote. Only one of two people is winning this election: any vote that does NOT go towards one just gives the other a leg up.

Here’s a quote from Twitter that I’m shamelessly stealing for its spot-on truth: “A third party vote is a gamble with the rights & safety of people who have the most to lose. IMHO, that is *not* a noble use of conscience.”

How will your conscience feel when we’re all living with a fascist sociopath running our country?

We’re facing the possibility of a future run by a man who feeds on racism, misogyny, homophobia, and xenophobia, who laughs about sexual assault and rape, who uses threats and violence and rampant lies as truth.

A man who is supported by the Klu Klux Klan (the oldest of America’s hate groups, who want to “purify” our society of black people, queer people Jewish people, immigrants, etc.), Neo-Nazis (those who adore Adolph Hitler, his ideals, and deny the mass genocide that he committed), and Russia (a government that hides its dictatorship behind the façade of “federation”).

A man who wants to build a wall around Mexico (because he believes they’re all rapists), who wants to enforce “special” IDs and extra watch on certain regions/religions/people of color, which will lead to internment camps i.e. WWII, who wants to repeal Roe v. Wade (a woman’s right to her own body), whose supporters want to take away women’s right to vote, whose VP fully endorses Conversion Therapy (using anything, including electroshock therapy to “make” queer people straight), jailed a woman for having a miscarriage, and wants women to pay for funerals of their aborted fetuses, who wants to defund Planned Parenthood (the biggest health care provider women have in our country and the only support low-income women and families have) because they’re so scared of abortion though PP mainly provides birth control, STD, cancer screenings, whose supporters are purposely trying to lose black/brown voter registration and discourage everyone they can with the use of guns and intimidation at the polls, who believes that people with PTSD (and I’m sure any mental health issue) just “aren’t strong,” who actively supports violence and harassment of those who disagree with him, who wants to put guns in the hands of everyone possible, etc. etc. etc.

A man who asked why we can’t use nuclear weapons three times within the first hour of his first security briefing.

A man who needs his Twitter taken away by the “Adults” on his campaign cannot have nuclear launch codes.

A man whose only platform is the reliance on fear, hatred, scapegoating, ignorance, and your willingness to stay ignorant.

Another lifted Twitter quote: “I understand feeling disillusioned by this election, but how you vote is quite literally life or death for some people. That’s not hyperbole.”

Poor = your fault. Women = worthless, just an object. Not Christian = terrorist. Queer = unnatural, need to be “fixed.” Black/Brown = DANGER, thugs & rapists, shoot on sight.

GERMANY THEMSELVES and survivors of the Holocaust have been trying to point out how much he sounds like Hitler. HITLER.

People have been wondering for decades: if they lived in the reign of Hitler, would they have been strong enough to see it? Would they have been strong enough to stand up against him? Would they have the courage to take action to stop him? This is no longer a What If? Scenario; it’s happening all over again. You have a chance to find out.

More Twitter lifting: “Privilege is not an accusation. It is not a point of pride, nor a point of shame. Privilege or lack thereof is simply a context. So if someone accuses you of “privilege,” they’re not accusing you of being who you are. They’re telling you that you’re missing a context.”

Do not miss the context of how important this vote is. If you think this will not affect you, then you have the privilege of missing the context. Not just your right to vote, not just how each voice matters, but how important this terrifying election is. How many millions of people, not just in the USA, but around the entire world, a wrong outcome would affect.

If you don’t like my opinions, you have every right to unfollow. But remember, these aren’t opinions. Not really. They’re facts. This is LIFE. And if your “opinion” comes at the sacrifice of someone else’s fundamental human rights, then it’s not an “opinion”: it’s a prejudice and discrimination; it is not something anyone is entitled to.

Twitter lifting: “They’ve chosen their priorities. Racism & sexism literally Trumps all else.”

This is no longer a matter of politics. This is not Republican vs. Democrat. This is not a single-issue vote.

Obama believes HRC is the single most qualified person in the country for this job. Does HRC have her own issues? Of course she does, a variety of them; she’s a human being and a career politician. There will always be things you do not like or that you disagree on; but then you work to make your voice heard afterwards, you don’t throw away your vote due to apathy

Don’t be complacent. It’s why I’m writing this: because I’m terrified and I feel like I need to do something, anything.

Remember, in the words of FLOTUS: “This is not normal. It is disgraceful. It is intolerable.” She was speaking particularly about his belief that he has the power to do whatever he wants to a woman and that ‘all men talk like that.’ But it goes for everything else across the board.

This shit is not normal. This shit is not ok. He is validating all the very worst aspects of humanity and our society, but it is all still horribly wrong.

His hypocrisy is not a platform; it is still just hypocrisy. Supporting his views is not “politics;” it’s supporting racism and misogyny and homophobia and xenophobia and everything else in between.

Fight it. Make your voice and your vote heard. It’s the only way we can begin to affect the changes we all desperately want to see.

Don’t let the very worst of us win.

Make this a reality.

VOTE.

Bernie Sanders is great, we all know that, but PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO NOT WRITE HIS NAME IN TOMORROW WHEN YOU GO TO VOTE. Yes, Bernie is awesome but he has 0 chance of winning this election, absolutely none. By writing him in, you’re literally throwing away your vote, and your vote is ESSENTIAL in this election.

If you were to write Bernie in, it’s easy to assume that you’re a Democrat. By writing in Bernie, you’re not giving your vote to the Democratic party nominee (Hillary Clinton) and, therefore, put her at a disadvantage. By doing that, you’re giving Trump the advantage in this election.

Also, please do not refrain from voting because you don’t believe your vote counts; every vote counts, especially in this election in particular.

IT IS BEYOND IMPORTANT TO VOTE FOR HILLARY CLINTON IN TOMORROW’S ELECTION. We can not allow for a racist, ignorant, rude, immature rapist to be President of the United States of America.

finally a candidate we can all agree on!

(oh, and at the risk of ruining the fun of this post…

  • this was made using an extra sample ballot as a “joke”
  • don’t write in candidates, you’re literally throwing away your vote
  • this blog won’t tell you who to vote for
  • this blog WILL tell you that, if you’re a lovely in america and able to vote, do so!! read about the candidates at all levels of government, stay informed, and exercise your right to vote!

take care, lovelies, and have a great election day…just 24 hours until you don’t have to be forced to watch this circus any longer!)

anonymous asked:

May you explain the Australian election to me? I'm not Australian but it seems quite unique.

OK so we have The House of Representatives and The Senate. The House of Reps has 150 seats determined by electorates that are determined by population of an area. So you get very differently sized areas like so due to city population density vs country density:

Members (or MPs) are elected by the people in their electorate so as I don’t live in the hella rich Sydney area of Wentworth I can’t vote for our current Prime Minister of Malcolm Turnbull. Instead, I live in the electorate of Moore where the Liberal member is Ian Goodenough and he’s pretty safely re-elected as my area is populated by lots of Liberals (conservatives in Australia).

The Senate is composed of 12 people from each state and 2 from each territory (NT and ACT). This means parties from any section of the state can run for Senate.

So first off electing an MP is pretty simple. Just fill out the form numbering from 1 to however many boxes there are. In my electorate last election there was only 4 and it took a few seconds to fill out. The paper looks like this:

This is to get preferences! If you vote #1 for a party that isn’t that popular then your vote can still go to your 2nd preference. If the #1 votes are tallied up and none of the several options has a majority then the least popular party is eliminated and the secondary, third, etc, preferences are then used to determine who is ultimately the most popular person. Pretty simple. This way you can vote for the party you want to be in and not throw away your vote on someone who won’t get elected because your preferences count.

Electing a senator is a horrifying nightmare that frightens and intimidates new comers and seasoned voters alike.

Here is what the paper looks like if you’re lucky:

Here’s what it actually looks like:

That big thick line divides it between just the parties (above the line) and every single person running for every single party (below the line). Before recent voting reform your option was to tick one box above the line… or all of them below the line. The Queensland senate election that just happened had 122 boxes below the line…

Fuck. So naturally people would just tick one box and be done with it. Now we have to number at least 6 (or more) boxes above the line and 12 (or more) below the line making it a lot easier to use our classic preferential voting system. We used to have to spend half an hour weighing up in our heads “which one of these racist bastards deserves to be my 68th preference? Hmmmm.” Now we can just go “well, I’ve run out of non-racist parties and filled in 12 boxes. My work here is done” AND LEAVE.

SO NOW WHAT?

The Government needs at least 76 MPs in the house of reps to form a majority government. One time in 2010 they both got 72… which results in a hung parliament. That’s right. There was an even split where the country collectively went “uh… we… don’t know which one of you sucks the most so I guess we’ll flip a coin?” (we would later discover the answer was “Tony Abbott” but that’s for 2013 to discover). As we have a system where other parties can run and get elected the government at the time (Labor, under Gillard) had to form a coalition with a bunch other MPs like Adam Bandt from The Greens and Andrew Wilkie (independent) just to run a government. And then after that the main parties got their act together and became popular again and everyone learned their lesson when it comes to voting so divisively…

Lol jokes. We did it again.

So Tony Abbott won a majority government in 2013 for the House of Reps but lacked a majority in the Senate so had to try and convince independents and minor parties (like The Greens) to let him get a lot of legislation through. This was sometimes very difficult and sometimes impossible. He described the Senate as “feral”, the Senate described him in a lot of round-about-politician talk that equated to “you’re an unreasonable idiot.” So what do if a Senate won’t pass things?

Double Dissolution. If you get something rejected twice with the space of at least three months between attempting to get it passed that’s what we call a “trigger” for a double dissolution. It’s designed to remove deadlocks. Turnbull (who took over Abbott when his party realised no one liked him even a little bit and changed leaders mid-term, as is tradition in Australian politics) looked at a senate he couldn’t easily control and went “fuck that noise” so pulled the trigger so to speak and then everyone had to get re-elected. Both House of Reps and Senate were dissolved. The idea was that hopefully Australia would go “I can see how having lots of independents in the house of reps and senate makes it difficult for the major party to rule, better vote for a major party so we can finally have a stable government instead of the past 5 years of dumb fuckery” and Turnbull would have a smooth term. “Let’s stick with the current mob.” was an actual election slogan.

Nup.

We broke it.

We decided to vote in more independents. Different ones, but still slightly more. But here’s the thing: If people can’t make it to the polls on election day (for reasons like “overseas”, etc) they send in a postal vote… and there’s over a million that need to be collected and counted. When your country’s population is only 23 million (and a lot of those are under 18) that’s a big deal… and we won’t know who wins until all those are counted.

The two main parties are neck and neck… and the way it’s looking neither of them are going to get 76 seats. We could have another hung parliament like in 2010… and before that: 1940. The country collectively looked at The Liberals (who had a large majority last election) and went “WE KINDA PREFER LABOR, BUT NOT THAT MUCH I GUESS!” so we won’t know for days, potentially more than a week or so, if either main party gets to form a government. And whoever forms it has to deal with all sorts of new and different people in the Senate… If no one can form government then it’s back to have another election I suppose. Fingers crossed that doesn’t happen, and if it does - that it doesn’t result in another hung result!

(hahaha)

So potentially, as is now a tradition in Australia, we could have the 6th change of Prime Minister in 6 years…

Fuckin’ straya.

I’m going to beg all my followers— VOTE FOR HILLARY. Please. On my behalf and and for all the other people who can’t. Even if you prefer a third party candidate, VOTING FOR ONE OF THEM WOULD BE THROWING AWAY YOUR VOTE. Even if you’re tired, and busy, and the lines are long, and you think it’s too late. As long as you’re IN LINE before the polls close, they HAVE to let you vote. Even if you don’t think it’ll make a difference, vote.

Please. Please, please, please. Vote for Hillary.

YOU CAN NOT VOTE 3RD PARTY

Okay so I need to make a post of my own because I’m too young to vote but it’s important to me

Third party voting does not work. Fundamentally, the system is flawed.
This is because of the electoral college
For those who don’t remember government or never took it, here’s a basic summary of how the electoral college works:

Each state has a certain amount of representatives, based on population. Arizona has 11, California has 55, Texas has 38, etc.
The representatives are supposed to vote for the candidate based on the popular vote of their state (this isn’t always the case, since the system is backwards, corrupt, and needs to be abolished, but that’s beside the point).

Arizona is a red-leaning swing state. Let’s say there’s a high millennial turn out and it swings democrat in popular vote. The representatives should vote majority democrat. And they do! Great! 7 of the 11 vote Hillary, 4 vote Trump. Because of majority rule, all 11 of the votes will be in favor for Hillary.

Hillary will need 270 out of the 538 votes in order to win.

So why doesn’t this work?

First of all, it’ll be damn near impossible to get the representatives to vote 3rd party, especially with Johnson and Stein only polling at 5 and 2 percent. But let’s say, hey, Nevada, a democratic state with 6 votes, manages to swing for Gary Johnson. All 6 votes go towards him instead of Hillary.

But at only 5 percent, Johnson will never get enough electoral college votes to win. It’s not “whoever gets the most votes wins!” It’s “whoever gets 270 votes wins.” He will have to get HALF of the votes in order to win. That’s impossible. And in such a neck and neck race, do we really want to risk taking votes away from her?

“I’ll write in Bernie!” No, Bernie told you not to do this. Listen, you are literally throwing your vote away. And I know you get sick of hearing that, but READ THIS. They will treat your write-in vote of Bernie in the same way they would treat a write-in vote of Donald Duck. They will throw it away. Trash it. They won’t see it and think “hmmmm they really like Bernie maybe we should reconsider” the system will just delete it. Even if, somehow, 60 percent of the population votes Bernie, he COULD NOT WIN. LEGALLY. Listen, I was a Bernie supporter too, let him go.

“I want to vote with my conscience.” Yeah, I get it. You hate both of them. But my conscience is telling me to keep trump out of office.
And if voting Stein or Johnson is your way of voting with your conscience, watch this video https://youtu.be/k3O01EfM5fU
Because just because they aren’t Trump or Hillary, it doesn’t mean they’re so great either.

And I know choosing between “the lesser of two evils” sucks, I really do. But listen, would you rather have a watered-down version of Bernie, or the fucking anti-Bernie? Would you rather have someone who is a white feminist or an openly sexist racist xenophobe? Someone who has experience vs someone who has NONE?

If you care about any of the marginalized groups who WILL be hurt with a Trump presidency, please don’t let him get into office. If you think BLM, if you think women should have reproductive rights, DON’T LET HIM WIN.

Finally, let’s say neither Trump nor Clinton get enough votes because of 3rd party voters. Once again, it’s not who gets the most votes, it’s who gets 270. The House of Representatives then chooses based on who got the most votes. And let me tell you, there are very few republican people swaying on trump, mostly due to towing the party line, but there are a LOT of unsure left millennials. If enough people vote 3rd party to sway the election like that, I’m going to bet Hillary won’t be the one winning.

Please, GO VOTE. Do not waste your shot at doing something good.