Made for my Metal and Jewelry Class. I’ve been collecting pigeon feathers for a couple of years now they just fascinate me. One day I found a whole wing just lying on the street, so I made it into an art piece to show people how I see pigeons. Most people seem to hate them, but I see them as something beautiful and poetic.
She looked up at him, lips parted in bewilderment. “Know what?” she said, and Will, with a sigh of something like defeat, kissed her.
He traced slow, glancing butterfly kisses across her mouth, each as measured as the beat of a heart, each saying she was precious, irreplaceable, wanted. Tessa could no longer keep her hands at her sides. She reached to cup the back of his neck, to tangle her fingers in the dark silky waves of his hair, to feel his pulse hammering against her palms.
All the pieces inside her that had felt broken and jagged when se looked at Will these past few weeks began to knit together and heal. She felt light, as if she could float.
“Will,” she whispered against his mouth. She wanted him closer to her so badly, it was like an ache, a painful hot ache that spread out from her stomach to speed her heart and knot her hands in his hair and set her skin to burning. “Will, you need not be so careful. I will not break.”
I still, to this day, don’t understand how Simon could be so oblivious about his feelings for Baz. Are you actually telling me that it took Baz going against all of Smokey Bear’s rules on forest fires to make Simon realize he wanted to kiss the dolt when he has been thinking things like this throughout the whole goddamn book
‘I’m just lying in my bed, thinking about Baz.’
‘I know I should be happy about Baz being gone–but it seems so… wrong’
’If he weren’t a vampire, Baz’d be bloody perfect.’
‘Smarter than I am. Better looking.’
*literally there’s hardly a paragraph that goes by where Baz’s name isn’t mentioned at least like 6 times I mean come on*
For years, conservatives warned that liberals were “defining deviancy
downward.” They said that by tolerating bad social behavior, liberals in effect
lowered what was deemed acceptable behavior overall – allowing social norms to decline.
There was never a lot of evidence for that view, but there’s little question that Donald Trump is actively defining deviancy downward for the nation as a
whole – whether it’s by lying, denigrating basic democratic values, celebrating
tyrants around the world, using his office to build his family wealth, or
stopping at nothing to win the presidency.
Now comes his budget. Budgets are overall expressions of values and priorities. Trump’s budget is cruel and deviant. He proposes to cut federal spending by more than $3.6 trillion over the
next decade, much of it for programs that help the poor (Medicaid, food stamps,
Social Security disability, and health insurance for poor children) – in order
to finance a huge military buildup and tax cuts for corporations and the rich.
Trump’s budget won’t get through Congress, but it defines deviancy downward in 3 respects:
1. It imposes huge burdens on people who already are hurting. Not just the very poor, but also the working class. In fact, among the biggest losers would be people who voted for Trump – whites in
rural and poor areas of the country who depend on
Medicaid, food stamps, and Social Security disability.
Yet will they know that
Trump is willing to sell them out to the rich and corporate interests, or will
they fall for the right-wing Republican propaganda (amplified by Fox News and
yell radio) that the budget is designed to help people take more
responsibility for themselves?
2. It sets a new low bar for congressional and public debate over
social insurance in America, and of government’s role – far lower than
anything proposed by Ronald Reagan or George W. Bush. It pushes the idea that
each of us is and should be on our own, rather than that we are part of a
society that benefits from social insurance – spreading the risks and costs of adversity that could hit any one of us.
As White House OMB director Mick Mulvaney absurdly put it, the government should show “compassion” for low-income Americans but it should “also…have compassion for folks who are paying [for] it.” That illogic eliminates the justification for social insurance altogether.
The budget thereby frames the debate over Trumpcare, for example, as “why should I pay for her
pre-existing health problem if I’m healthy?”
3. Finally, the budget eviscerates the notion that an important aspect of
patriotism involves sacrificing for the common good – paying for public
services you won’t use but will be used by others and will thereby help the
nation as a whole, such as schools, roads, clean air, and health care.
Trump’s budget celebrates a cruel and
virulent form of individualism – much like Trump himself. Until Trump, this view of America was considered deviant. But Trump is defining deviancy downward.
(Before anyone gets mad at me just know that I enjoy Solas’ character and I have not personally played Trespasser)
Slightly Disapprove of random actions your crush does, even if they said something they thought you would like.
Call them “My Heart” once you start to like them. That’s cute as shit.
Be vague af whenever you are asked a very direct question about what you were doing right before you met your crush. You don’t want to be too easy to figure out because you are lying soooo much
Take your crush out on dream dates. Literally. Walk into their dreams. Maybe they’ll kiss you. Maybe you’ll kiss them. Anything is possible in dream world. Look at your man. Now me. Who can take you to the dream world? Not him.
Ask your crush out and then tell them that their tattoos are actually slave marks, chicks dig that. Smooth, what a Don Juan you are.
Once you’ve assailed your crush with all this smoothness, dump them. Again, you don’t wanna be easy and you don’t wanna lose sight of your master plan. Never call them by their pet name again. Offer no explanation for the dumping. Just let them think that they did something wrong. Or that you’ll just hurt them. Nothing bad will come of this. Nope. You do not regret this. You are not already missing the sight of that beautiful Lavellan. You are completely focused.
Help your crush defeat a terrifying evil but then disappear right after the battle because, ya know, absence makes the heart grow fonder and you have to get back to that plan you got sidetracked on
Get some badass armor to look good for the next time you see your crush. You know that staff and that armor she made for you, ha, FORGET IT. It’s not like she spent ages trying to get the resources to make it and masterwork it.
Reveal the fact that you were omitting information lying the whole time and that you are actually a powerful badass. Also reveal your plans to destroy the world. This is cool, it’s all fine. People are attracted to confidence, and what is confidence if not “I will have the power to do something that will destroy this world you spent ages saving”? If she’s upset, and you find yourself wavering, just remind yourself that this is all for the good of the elves, and she’s also an elf, wow, convenient.
Cut off your crush’s arm to save her life from a mark that you are indirectly responsible for her acquiring.
Stalk her in her dreams. Old traditions die hard. But run away every time your crush tries to get near you. Ah, the thrill of the chase.
Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work,
reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high
school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume
her, or will she see the future in her grasp?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 2,786
language, fluff, confrontation
Tags are closed. This part was over 4K words long, so I split it into two. I’m sorry. Reader takes some steps to make everything right again, but Bucky Barnes is nowhere to be found.