The woman was four months pregnant, but she didn’t want another child. In 1962, at a hospital in Sweden, she had a legal abortion.
The fetus — female, 20 centimetres long and wrapped in a sterile green cloth — was delivered to the Karolinska Institute in northwest Stockholm. There, the lungs were dissected, packed on ice and dispatched to the airport, where they were loaded onto a transatlantic flight. A few days later, Leonard Hayflick, an ambitious young microbiologist at the Wistar Institute for Anatomy and Biology in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, unpacked that box.
Working with a pair of surgical scalpels, Hayflick minced the lungs — each about the size of an adult fingertip — then placed them in a flask with a mix of enzymes that fragmented them into individual cells. These he transferred into several flat-sided glass bottles, to which he added a nutrient broth. He laid the bottles on their sides in a 37 °C incubation room. The cells began to divide.
So began WI-38, a strain of cells that has arguably helped to save more lives than any other created by researchers. Many of the experimental cell lines available at that time, such as the famous HeLa line, had been grown from cancers or were otherwise genetically abnormal. WI-38 cells became the first ‘normal’ human cells available in virtually unlimited quantities to scientists and to industry and, as a result, have become the most extensively described and studied normal human cells available to this day.
Vaccines made using WI-38 cells have immunized hundreds of millions of people against rubella, rabies, adenovirus, polio, measles, chickenpox and shingles. In the 1960s and 1970s, the cells helped epidemiologists to identify viral culprits in disease outbreaks. Their normality has made them valuable control cells for comparison with diseased ones. And at the Wistar Institute, as in labs and universities around the world, they remain a leading tool for probing the secrets of cellular ageing and cancer.
b/c im still working on content for them, here are some vancouver crowd headcanons, most of which are carried on from the captions on this post:
punk rock. absolutely punk rock.
the reason why there’s now a rule forbidding ‘unnatural and/or lurid colouring of hair’ circa 2014 in the aglionby rulebook.
he exclusively listens to alt-j, glass animals, and got7.
he takes all three sciences (chem, bio, phys) as well as both calculus and statistics, because he hates himself.
the angriest of petitioners. wrote a scathing letter to headmaster child protesting the limit on subjects, and as a result is currently the only aglionby student who takes fourteen (fourteen!) subjects.
buys gourmet sushi from across the aglionby dorms to feed his cat. she doesn’t appreciate it, he says, but is personally offended when one of the others suggests they just buy her normal cat food.
he mans the official vancrewver instagram, and under him, over 80% of it is selfies of himself. occasionally, there’s a shot of the defaced aglionby billboard with henry cheng on it, or a picture of cialina with sicksteve’s personal instagram tagged in the caption, but it’s mostly selfies. ryang’s selfie game is pretty strong. litchfield house was renovated with wall-length windows to give him good selfie lighting.
along with chengtwo, ryang’s closest to henry.
definitely the angriest and most slouching of the crew, to the point that he’s gained a spot in the hall of fame at nino’s for simply the Worst Of The Worst At Aglionby.
champions the swim and lacrosse teams, and gets up at ungodly hours in the morning to train.
he’s on pretty good terms with the mountain view kids. (tj takes joyrides on his motorcycle, confirmed)
the friend who somehow convinces you to do shit you’d never consider sober, and who gets you to drink enough to gain advanced perception of the shadow people in your peripheral vision.
ryang’s a truly renowned drunk who made koh buy him alcohol before he could legally do so himself. sicksteve has a scrapbook of him doing dumb shit at parties. they pass it around every break to remind him to chill out a little.
he broke his lacrosse stick over another student’s (tad! carruthers!) head for calling him a ch!nk, and was not at all sorry for the fallout.
there used to be a video on youtube of him doing shots at a party, and then proceeding to fistfight jiang, but it was taken down upon a teacher’s request. it’s been archived on the instagram page, though, and can be found between a picture of him and leesquared posing next to headmaster child’s porsche, and a video of rutherford doing his homework in the shower.
has little to no interest in advertising himself as a modest student, but has restricted himself to indulge only occasionally in his considered-radical political beliefs.
(ryang is a marxist.) (if you imply in any way that his beliefs reflect stalinist ideals, he will deck you.)
his instagram handle is unironically ryang.gosling, and has been since he was twelve.
he plans to go into law after aglionby, and has big plans for, in his words, revamping the justice system. the other boys relentlessly take the piss out of him for it.
in general, he’s not a fan of gansey, or who he perceives gansey to be, and he definitely isn’t a fan of ronan. he’s pretty fond of blue, though, and definitely dyes her hair to match her name when they get home from venezuela.
If you support the criminalization of marijuana you are either ignorant to what marijuana is, or somehow tangibly benefiting from the criminalization of marijuana. Not only has marijuana been proven time and time again to be far less dangerous than tobacco and alcohol, both legal intoxicants, the very people who made it so taboo have openly admitted it was for political reasons, and the entire history of the drugs criminalization revolves around politics and corporate greed, and public health interests.
If Donald Trump cracks down on marijuana, it would be against everything he “stands” for, eliminating a huge market that would be an organic american industry, and effectively returning marijuana production and sale to the drug cartels.
Man do I love Roman FAHC inmortal AUs, like Gav was one of the three son of emperor Constantine and when Constantine made it legal to practice Christianity good old Ryan who was spreading word about Jesus while traveling with Paul marched on into Rome. They met and became friends, later meeting Michael and Jeremy who where two Persian soldiers forced into gladitorial games. Gavin would meet Michael and Jeremy when ever he had the chance and would go with his father, brothers, and Ryan to the bread and circuses. When Constantines sons faught for power after their fathers death Gav, Ryan, Jeremy, and Michael all left for Eqypt around 340 A.D. After several years and long long travels they met childhood friends Geoff and Jack who lived in Mecca in 637 A.D. They moved everywhere, seeing and learning anything they can. It’s been mamy years and most their memories had faded but they still remember when they first met each other.
Sooooo the Even clip!
×Even obsessing over ketchup and Mahdi telling him to chill =❤
×Even thinking his not good enough for Isam and Chris continuing to make good use of doktor Skrulles advice and telling him the impact he made on Isak as well =❤❤
×Whos most obsessed with drinking beer legally though? Isak or Tarjei?
×Isak really?!?! A movie made by Even for you that starts with G and you got nothing?!?!
×Isak loosing it at the random idiot walking by and yelling insults = amazing! Its not always so easy to follow your own advice is it? Hate sometimes occur even if you dont go looking for it. (He still know what he should do though).
×Even calming him down and making the angry boy smile again (just like Chris told him he knows best) =❤
×Amazing that Even sees his flaws even though he thinks Isak is the best thing Ever
could you make a scenario out of the yoongi realizing about his feelings for y/n (dressing up thing)//
yay!!!! I’ve been in a super writey mood lately. I’M SO HAPPY.
Years he had known you, and years he had loved you.
His eyes roamed your body, over and over until Yoongi could finally ingrain your imagine to mind.
Of course, you had no clue whatsoever. Yoongi was terribly good at hiding his feelings, and half the time you two hung out, you could not decipher his thoughts. Not easily flustered, barely an expression to read off of, Min Yoongi’s mind was a labyrinth. A labyrinth you were confined in.
You turned your head to the side, brushing your hand along Yoongi’s shoulder to grab his attention. His eyes snapped to yours, and he was quick to push your hand away.
“What?” He wondered, brows furrowed slightly.
Mm…no…You couldn’t… You couldn’t ask Yoongi to be your date to your ex’s wedding. Perhaps there was someone else you could ask, like Jimin, or Namjoon.
No, you really couldn’t.
“Ah, nothing…” You trailed off, turning your head away at the thought of him in a suit. Tie secure around his neck, blazer perfectly fitting his physique… It was almost enough eye candy to drool over forever.
There was no one else you could ask besides him. What was the harm? He was good at acting, right? No…not terribly good. Couldn’t he at least hold your hand and introduce himself as your boyfriend? It wasn’t that hard. You would’ve done the same thing for Yoongi, if he asked you.
Huffing a sigh, you turned your head back to Yoongi. He was already looking at you with expressionless eyes. Just his stare was enough to make your stomach drop to the floor in fear. He was so going to laugh at you if you suggested him being your date.
“My ex is getting married and I need you to hold my hand and be my boyfriend and-”
You cut yourself off before spouting anything else idiotically. From the look on Yoongi’s face, you were going to be roasted. Roasted until burnt.
“What? Talk slower so I know what I’m doing.”
Yoongi was holding his breath, trying to keep from heaving. Did you just suggest he be your boyfriend? Were his ears working properly?
“My ex boyfriend…he’s getting married.” You peeked at his face, noting the way he watched you seriously. “I need someone to be my date and pretend like we’re the happiest couple on the planet.”
“Done.” Yoongi tried to keep his voice as smooth as possible. Still, he was kicking himself in his mind for answering your plea so quickly.
Your eyes couldn’t help but light up at his words, mouth forming an over the top grin. “Really?”
“You owe me. Big time.” He held up a finger, jabbing it right into the middle of your forehead. Standing up from his seat on your sofa, Yoongi turned to you.
“When’s the wedding?”
“Mm…” You squirmed under his eyes, cheeks heating in embarrassment. “Tomorrow..?”
“Tomorrow?” He sputtered, mouth dropping open. After you allowed Yoongi a moment to compose himself, he ran a hand through his hair. “You’re damn lucky I have a suit…”
“It would be okay if you didn’t. You have a face that isn’t ugly.”
“Thanks so much.” He snapped, rolling his eyes at your almost compliment.
As the next day rolled around, Yoongi came over an hour before the wedding for a small meal and to drive you both to the venue of the wedding. He looked anything but enthusiastic, but you were the only one who seemed to be able to tell through his plastic smile. At least he looked beyond handsome in that suit.
You dressed in contrast to him, a white dress that flowed to mid-thigh and hugged your curves in a flattering way. Your make up and hair were done nicely and you were pleased with the way you looked standing beside Yoongi. As if you belonged there.
He, on the other hand, swallowed the sudden excess of saliva forming in his throat. His appetite had seemed to vanish from the way he nervously eyed you and mind raced with imagines of the event before him.
“You’re not going to make me do anything weird, right?”
“No,” you hummed, fixing a stray strand of hair. “Not unless you want me to.”
You shot Yoongi a smile from the mirror, and he returned it with a middle finger.
“Aren’t we going to be late? Stop looking at yourself and hurry up.”
Crap, he was right. You picked up your purse from your bed and hurried after him, clutching his sleeve for support. Who the hell made wearing high heels legal?
The both of you sat in a comfortable silence on the way there, Yoongi keeping his eyes on the road the entire time to keep from growing nervous again. He definitely wasn’t one of the best actors there was, which is why he stuck to composing songs and living on the stage. After this experience, Yoongi was sure he would never want to pretend date anyone ever again.
You instructed him where an appropriate place to park was, before sitting in the car for at least another 5 minutes silently.
“Are we just going to sit here like idiots until the wedding is over? It’s not like someone died.” Yoongi attempted to reason, but he wasn’t sure if it was more to you or himself.
You sighed, peeking out the window. People were still piling out of cars and greeting each other in front of the church.
“You have to hold my hand when we get out of the car, okay? Smile, like you’re in love with me.”
Like that would be hard.
Holding your purse in one hand, you opened the door to Yoongi’s car and got out. He rounded the side you stood on, brushing down his blazer.
“You suck at tying ties.” You muttered, stepping closer to him and running your hands along his chest to his blazer. Everything seemed to fall stark quiet, and as you fixed his tie, you couldn’t help the blush forming on your cheeks. You kept trying to tell yourself it was from the heat, but you knew it was everything but that.
Yoongi caught your wrists, holding them. He bit his bottom lip, gently lowering the both of your hands to your sides.
“It’s almost 1 o’clock.” He murmured, raising a brow at you. “Should we go in, beautiful?”
Your breath hitched at his tone of voice, and Yoongi couldn’t tell if it was a good or bad thing. He was mentally kicking his own ass again.
Instead of taking your hand, Yoongi slipped his arm around your waist, pulling you hip to hip. When you looked up at him, his expression was unreadable, as always. For some reason, you noticed Yoongi was swallowing his spit a lot.
His fingers dug into your side, but not uncomfortably. To the few people you knew, you waved at them and nodded in their directions. Most of them were only staring at Yoongi, and for that you were grateful.
As you got inside and found a comfortable seat, Yoongi released his grip from you. You stared around, trying not to meet anyone’s eyes. Particularly not Yoongi’s.
You jumped when Yoongi’s hand rested on your thigh, so you were forced to look at him. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Feeling okay..? Me? Why are you asking?” You had an accusing tone, despite trying your hardest to seem alright. He was totally playing you.
“You’re pale right now, that’s why I’m asking.” He raised his hand, laying the back of it against your forehead. You flinched away,taking hold of his hand in yours to keep him from moving closer to your face.
“I feel fine, though? Don’t worry. Look, it’s about to start.”
Throughout the entirety of the ceremony, you held Yoongi’s hand between both of yours. Despite not looking at him once, for some reason you felt as if his eyes were engraved into the back of your skull permanently. It was not a good feeling.
Your palms were evidently sweaty when you released Yoongi’s grip. He stood up first, placing both hands in his pants pockets.
“Should we go get drunk?” He suggested, waiting until you stood up before placing a hand around your waist again.
“Who’ll be the designated driver?” You snapped, walking ahead of him outside of the church once the bride and groom left.
You arrived at the venue of the reception, glad to be outside as the wind blew your heated skin, soothing you much more than you expected. A beautiful day to be pretending to be in love with the man you were truly in love with.
Standing under a shaded area, you picked up a plate and began to pile food onto it. This was the only reason weddings were worth attending. Yoongi waited back at the table, staring after you as a man in a grey suit rounded you with hungry eyes. Great.
He rose from his seat very suddenly, watching as the man tapped your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you in a hug. Why was he getting so worked up? Even though this was very normal when seeing someone you hadn’t been in contact for a long time, it made Yoongi’s blood absolutely boil.
He was stomping toward you, not quite sure what he could do besides stand there and watch you get flirted with. As soon as Yoongi was about a foot away from you, you caught his eye and waved at him. His eyes were dark, eyebrows narrowed as he stalked toward you.
“Babe,” Yoongi’s voice trailed to you, hands firmly taking hold of your hips. You flinched under his touch, heat boiling everywhere he touched. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”
His silky smooth voice sent a chill through you, and your hands ran up his arms. “You have?”
“Mm, I have,” he promised, leaning down to lay his lips upon your cheek. What was he doing? Wasn’t he warning you just a few hours ago not to do anything weird?
“Yoongi, I- this is my ex….my friend.” You pushed him away, making him face the man before you, staring around uncomfortably.
“Oh, I didn’t even notice.” Yoongi admitted, which was a total lie. You smacked your hand against his back, shooting him a glare. The man shook Yoongi’s hand, greeting him with his name.
“Oh, (Y/N)’s never told me about anyone like you. Are you sure you’re friends?”
“Yoongi!” You jabbed the back of your heel into his shoe, ignoring the way he winced in pain. Taking fistful’s of his blazer, you reeled him in a different direction. “Would you excuse us…thanks.”
As you got away from the party, you hit Yoongi in the chest with your clenched fist. “That was the groom! Are you an idiot? He was the one standing at the altar.”
“I didn’t notice. All I saw was a greasy guy trying to get in your pants.”
“He just got married!” You argued in disbelief, beating on his chest some more. Yoongi sighed, stepping away from you.
“I don’t care. Did you even feel how low his hands went when he hugged you?” Yoongi muttered, kicking crass under his shoes. You turned away from him, but looked back just as quickly with crossed arms.
“Why do you care?”
“Why wouldn’t I care? Should I just watch you get touched by men that I don’t know and be okay with it?” He mulled, brows furrowing farther. Was he really angry?
When you couldn’t answer, you took his hand and began to drag him back to where everyone else was. “Come on, we should go back before they cut the cake and dance.”
It was quite awkward when the two of you returned to the party. As it began to grow dark, and the dancing grew slower, you wondered just how much longer you’d have to stick around. Yoongi was sitting across from you, on his phone and not paying attention to anything. He seemed to want to go as much as you did.
You stood from your seat, walking around the empty table to him. “Yoongi, we should leave.”
“Mm, ‘kay.” He looked up from his phone, standing up. You collected your belongings, and left stealthily back to Yoongi’s car. The both of you climbed in, sitting there for a moment.
“Yoongi?” Your voice was much quieter than intended, but you were glad Yoongi still heard. “Are you mad?”
“Why would I be mad?” He muttered, shoving his keys into the ignition.
“So you just didn’t have a good time?”
“What are you talking about?” He snorted ignorantly. “I had an absolutely peachy time.”
“If there’s something wrong you should just tell me.” You suggested reasonably, but Yoongi didn’t reply as he backed out of the lot. Once more, the car ride was filled with silence. Except, this time you continued to steal glances at Yoongi. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles where ghostly white, and by the look of his jaw you could tell that he was clenching his teeth.
He parked outside of your apartment, taking off his seat belt and opening his car door to climb out. Confused, you followed him out. He rounded to your side of the car, laying a hand on the side of it right beside your shoulder.
“Please shut up for a minute.” He cupped a hand under your chin, making you look up at him, in the eyes. His brows were furrowed as if deep in thought, mouth tipped into a straight line.
And then he kissed you. It was a soft kiss, mouth merely pressing against yours. A moment before he pulled away, you closed your eyes and took a fistful of his collar. His other hand fell away from your chin, finding its way to sit upon your hip comfortably. You sighed against his lips, pressing harder into him.
He pulled away, staring at you with shock, just as you were watching him with the same eyes.
“Goodnight.” He stiffly pulled away from you, fixing the collar of his button down and walking around back to the drivers side. “Get inside safely.”
You watched as Yoongi got into his car swiftly, revving the engine and driving off. You stood there until he was safely gone, disappearing behind the city lights.
High school is hard enough without worrying about your gender identity and being misgendered. Here are some handy tips!
1. Trans Cards
Get an index card or a small piece of paper. On the side with the lines, write:
Dear [insert teacher name. Teachers might appreciate more if your personalized it and wrote their name, instead of just writing Dear Teacher]
My name is [preferred name]. I will be attending your class [you can specify what class, it doesn’t matter. I didn’t.]. I am transgender [you can specify your gender here, instead of writing transgender. Again, I didn’t.] and have not yet legally changed my name. On your roster, is my legal name, [legal name]. I would greatly appreciate it if you refer to me as [preferred name] and use the pronouns listed on the back. [This next sentence isn’t super vital, but I put it there for personal preference, and you can too if you want]. Also, I would appreciate it if you refrained from gender specific terms ([insert gender specific terms that you wouldn’t want used]). Thank you for your understanding and I look forward to starting your class.
On the back, you write your preferred pronouns (and pronunciation) and an auxiliary set.
This sounds similar to a post I reblogged not too long ago, but I just changed it because my school’s roster system works a little differently and because I don’t have the emails of my teachers.
2. Stop! Cards
I really like this one. Keep in mind that at some schools, these signs could be considered disrespectful, so use wisely.
First, you get a few pieces of red construction paper (or any color that looks more urgent and a black sharpie (so that the recipient can read it).
On one, you write “Stop! Wrong Name!” or any variation of that. If someone calls you the wrong name, you just hold the flag up in the air until they correct themselves.
On the other side (or on a separate piece, whatever floats your boat…), you write “Stop! Wrong Pronouns! [preferred pronouns]”, or any variation of that. If someone calls by the wrong pronouns, you just hold the flag up in the air until they correct themselves.
You can also write things like “Stop! Not a [assigned gender]!” or “Stop! Wrong identifier!"
And make sure you write them nice and big! Or else how can the teacher, who just called you by your legal name, see that they made a mistake?
These are all I can think of for now, but if you have any other ideas, feel free to add!
And please signal boost! These are so important! This can change so many trans kids’s high school experiences!
On May 13, they wrote, “Hello, this is JYP Entertainment. After discussing with our legal team the post made on May 13 by an Ilbe user which contained a death threat against TWICE’s Mina, we relay that we will be filing civil and criminal suits.…
A/N: I cried while reading this. I hope you do too!
I’ve also tried to keep this fic as gender-neutral as I can, but being a female writer, there may be the odd slip.
You stand at the window,
staring out across the Wakandan rainforest. You watch flocks of birds soar
through the sky, mist roll over the tree canopy, and take a moment to admire
the enormous panther statue in front of the complex. Not exactly subtle, T’Challa.
The door slides open behind
you, but you don’t turn around. You know who it is and what they want.
So this is based off a prompt I received for a fusion with Klaroline and Suits from the amazing NikMik and two nonnies. Also big shoutout to my Klaroline/Darvey Girl Squad of Kate - @accidental-rambler - and Jo - @fanfantasticworld (who made this amazing cover too).
Legal Eagle and best closer in NYC, Klaus Mikaelson, would be nowhere without his longtime and in some cases long-suffering executive assistant Caroline Forbes who organises his life and that rather large ego. Their chemistry has always been undeniable but lately things have begun to heat up when Klaus’ siblings interfere and Caroline’s hunt for a boyfriend evokes some unexpected jealousy from her boss.
As is customary the opening dialogue in italics are from the show, hope you enjoy!
She Works Hard for the Money
Mikaelson St John Offices, NYC - 7:02am
“I can’t believe it, you have no idea what to say.” Klaus uttered reclining back in his chair, obviously completely shocked she had no snappy retort for once. It would have to be the first time in her entire life, or at least since she’d known him which was close to seven years now. She didn’t respond, just placed her hands on her hips in a show of clear frustration.
“What’s the date today, I want to write it down,” he asked, locating his nearest pen and notepad and curving those crimson lips into a mocking smile while waiting for her reply.
“It’s the 7th of kiss my ass and the 8th of set your own goddamn meeting,” she shot back, turning on her heel and storming out of the office before she was tempted to tip that glass of water over his head.
“Is that the Mayan Calendar?”
“Nope, that’s the Caroline calendar,” she growled, slamming his door shut.
Caroline rested her back against his door and closed her eyes, she was too old for this crap. The fact she could still hear him chuckling from the other side of the door was enough to make her barrel back in there for round two but it was Monday morning and she’d need some caffeine and a croissant before she attempted that. Arguing with the best closer in New York City was winnable, she knew that from experience, but definitely required some sustenance first.
“I’d know that tense body language anywhere,” a voice interrupted making Caroline reluctantly open her eyes. Katherine Pierce was immaculately dressed as usual in a black pencil skirt and fitted, white shirt with her long dark locks fastened in a chic bun. “What did he do now?”
“Oh, you know just the usual,” she huffed, falling into step with her friend who was also the firm’s resident paralegal. Katherine was juggling her law studies at Columbia while employed there and her work was second to none, not that the partners would expect any less. “Takes advantage of the fact I’ve had no coffee and it’s 7:00am on a Monday morning to taunt me.”
“Why are men so damn childish and arrogant?”
“Well, in Klaus’ case I’d say it’s definitely that infuriating god complex he wears like a badge of honour. I suppose I deserve it really.”
“I thought I was being proactive by hunting him down at that bar all those years ago and basically begging for a job. I mean call me stupid but all of that career progression excitement must have gone to my head.”
“Maybe so but you’re the only one standing, how many associates has he fired in your time?”
“Too many to count,” she shot back. “And that doesn’t even include all the mail room staff and remember poor Glen?”
“How could I forget, I’ve never seen anyone fire a person for getting the wrong flavoured muffin,” Katherine quipped. “So really, this is his way of showing how much he cares I suppose?” In his own weird and sadistic way, Caroline knew that much was true.
She’d had the best of intentions to be a dutiful and cooperative assistant in the beginning but his ass-like tendencies couldn’t go unchecked and she’d told him exactly what she thought. Many had tried in the past and many had found themselves unemployed for their efforts but not Caroline. He seemed to enjoy sparring with her and if there was one thing Caroline hated it was losing a fight.
“Anyway enough about Klaus, how’s your day looking?”
“Apparently Elijah Mikaelson is coming into town to go through the firm’s records and guess who’s the lucky person that gets to help him?”
“Why haven’t I heard about this?”
“I have no idea, Enzo was the one who told me about it.” Enzo St John and Klaus had a long history. They studied law together at Oxford and had gone on to work together, first in London and now they were name partners at their firm in New York City. He’d also recently married Rebekah, something that an over protective Klaus was still trying to get his head around.
“Now that is not like Elijah,” Caroline said knowingly. What the hell was going on? Elijah had every right to peruse the records given Mikaelson & St John was an American offshoot of the UK firm but to not tell his brother about it was another thing.
“Maybe he wants to surprise him, you know show a little brotherly love?”
“Have you met Klaus?” Caroline joked.
“So what is the eldest brother like then?”
“A serious workaholic,” Caroline explained. “He’s also tall, dark and extremely handsome.”
“It so isn’t fair that our bosses are that good looking,” she sighed wistfully.
“Klaus is not that good looking,” she drawled, rolling her eyes for extra effect. Just hearing herself say it aloud Caroline knew she was lying. She just hoped it didn’t sound as forced as it felt.
Caroline would have to be blind not to find Klaus attractive, she was human after all. She blamed it on that dark blonde hair that curled teasingly over his ears and those damn dimples that had a tendency to appear without notice and had the power to silence her mid sentence. She was pretty certain he used them to get what he wanted and was slightly annoyed he’d employed that tactic on her. She’d learnt to control herself though, she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction after all.
“At least sound convincing when you say it,” Katherine scoffed. “We need to go out and meet some eligible and available men with good temperaments.”
“You make it sound so easy.”
“Bonnie sent me this,” Katherine said, producing a flyer from her folder. “She thinks we should go on Thursday night.”
Caroline stared at the paper in disbelief, had it really come to this? Granted she had no love life and hadn’t for some time, her last attempt at a functioning relationship was some brooding, hair obsessed idiot called Stefan for six wasted months. The hair product jokes had come thick and fast from Klaus not surprisingly. For some reason he maintained a keen interest in her social life but Caroline was sure it was so he could tease her mercilessly.
“Speed dating? Really? We are attractive and intelligent career women, do we really need to meet guys this way?”
“That we may be Care but all us attractive, career women do is work. Well that and talk about Klaus and his latest mood.”
“We do not,” Caroline denied.
“Ah yes we do,” she shot back without hesitation. “I know more about your boss than I ever needed to know.”
“So what time do you want to meet?” She replied, choosing not to address her comment about Klaus. She’d always put it down to the fact that he was her employer so of course she’d talk about him but one look from Katherine told Caroline that she needed a new hobby.
Trump is a 4-times-bankrupt fraud who inherited his wealth from his Father [200+ million] and then kept it going through fraud and cheating hardworking Americans out of legal contracts. People who are much wealthier than Trump made their wealth the moral and legal way [unlike Trump].
Trump was born with a silver-spoon in his mouth and proves money can’t buy class.
Trump is a fraud. A con-man. A propaganda artist. Snake-oil-salesman.
A vile, deplorable excuse for a human. Why won’t Trump release his taxes? Answer: he isn’t worth as much money as he claims. He’s a Daddy’s boy.
Do you think the # of Jews in each of those countries would be less stark (sorry, for lack of a better word) if not for many being invited/migrating to the Holy Land?
hm, maybe, of course in Europe you have the extermination of 6 million Jews so those numbers happen no matter what happens in 1948 in Israel. 90% of Poland’s 3 million+ Jews died, and it was like that all through Eastern Europe. For those who made it through, often they had nothing, literally they were legal non-people, their documents had been destroyed, all record of them destroyed, Poland and other states refused to view them as citizens, they ended up in refugee camps. There are lots of stories from late 1945 and 1946 of concentration camp survivors still wearing the stripped prison outfits and in some cases being kept in the same camps as before being guarded by the allies and fed by the Red Cross. Some tried to go home, but all over Eastern Europe, their Goyish neighbors had stolen their homes, their land, their everything, when the Nazis deported them, and weren’t gonna give up their ill gotten gains. Things got nasty, Jews were attacked, murdered in liberated Poland, there were anti-Jewish riots. All of which explains why in 1945 there were over 200,00 Jewish people in Poland, but by 1947 there were less than 100,000.
basically every country that’s seen a massive drop in the Jewish population since WWII has had that happen because it’s become no longer safe for Jews to live there. Before the 1960s the US had super restrictive immigration laws, effectively written to lock out Eastern European Jews (and Italians) but since their reform it’s become easier and many Jews have fled to the US, and to Canada. Basically if there was no Israel then maybe Jewish populations might be higher in some countries, but those Jews may have just managed to go to the US, Canada or other places (post-unification Germany has seen a large rise in it’s Jewish population) and even if they stayed it would be because they had no other choices and they would be living in danger and with the threat of violence and with limited and restricted rights (for an example the USSR was working hard to destroy Judaism, banning teaching of Hebrew, private religious study, and jailing people for it)
Not all the presidents who raped, beat, owned, and stole whole other human beings into SLAVERY? Not the presidents who accepted racial discrimination as law? Not the presidents who put entire races of people into subjugation and internment camps? Not the presidents who put racial quotas on immigration into the US? Not the presidents who stole land from Native Americans and made it legal to kill any Native American who fought back? Oh, okay…nice try, Ben Stein…
hello! so i'm super excited because i just got my driver's license lmao. and, i was wondering if maybe you could/want to do like a little reaction thingy with bangtan and how they would react to their gf getting the driver's license or one of them only — if it's easier. idk. i love you, your blog and your writing so much. basically i stalk you. sorry. thanks for being awesome! -sadboybangtan
Thank you bb, I love you too okay. Seriously thank you for always being so supportive of me, it means a lot x
And yay, well done on getting your driver’s license! *claps*
Of course I’ll do a reaction for you :)))))
Jin would be the perfect boyfriend, he would hug you and tell you that he’s proud of you and it would be all cute, he’d make you your favourite dinner to celebrate.
“I don’t think you should drive with me in the car, you might get too distracted by my beauty to pay attention to the road”
“Who the hell made it legal for you to drive a car? Are they trying to put everyone in danger?”
No but in all seriousness Yoongi would also be very proud of you and give you a radiant smile that will melt your heart and make all your worries disappear. That’s the power of Yoongi’s smiles.
I think he would be even happier than you are, this enthusiastic boy would be crying and screaming and hugging you, perhaps he’d even do a celebratory girl group dance.
“YOU DID IT! I’M SO PROUD OF YOU. WE NEED TO CELEBRATE, LET’S THROW A PARTY”
He’d just smile and be so happy because your successes make him happy.
“So does this mean you’ll be getting a car? We’ve never done it in a car before ;)))))”
I can’t even think of anything mildly humorous for this one. ALL I CAN IMAGINE IS HIM BEING SO FLUFFY AND ADORABLE AND GIVING YOU A BIG HUG AND HE’D SMILE AT YOU AND IT WOULD BE A BEAUTIFUL MOMENT THAT YOU TREASURE FOREVER.
“You did so well, I knew you’d pass”
You’d tell him and he’d give you a smile 1000000x more radiant than the sun and you’d be burnt to ashes.
“This is so exciting, we can go on adventures together now”
This kid. He’d hug you and kiss you and everything would be great until he starts calling you asking you to take him to Burger King at three in the morning because he’s hungry.
“Pleaseeeeeee, I know we’ve already been to Burger King three times this week but I’m hungry again, everyone else is asleep. Please”