Anton Zetterholm and Rob Houchen - River
Room Nine Advent Calendar, 2nd December.
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Feliz Navidad, covered by Geronimo,Rob and Anton.
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To quote Ramin Karimloo: “murder is probably a no-no”
There were times when we’d look at each other - oh Mother, I could hardly breathe.
The Sound of Music
Hands down, my favorite reoccurring joke.You forgot this one
I wish we could sometimes love the characters in real life as we love the characters in romances. There are a great many human souls whom we should accept more kindly, and even appreciate more clearly, if we simply thought of them as people in a story.
Fast food workers “occupying” Wall Street. #imlovinit
If you can’t fucking survive on fucking $7.25 go to fucking school and get another fucking job. Those people who run the fucking restaurants and shops who fucking give out minimum fucking wage need to make a fucking profit too. Get off your lazy fucking ass and make way for the fucking high school students and college students who fucking need that job that pays $7.25.
Funny thing: the workers who are stuck in minimum wage jobs (many of whom have degrees… and huge amounts of debt racked up getting them, because of the myth that going to school is THE path to a high-paying job) are also the biggest single customer base for these sorts of corporations, and most other ones.
You know the thing that’s really going to imperil corporate profits?
The way they pay their workers.
The news keeps saying things about “consumer confidence” being low. Supposedly, it’s low “confidence” that is depressing sales of big ticket items like homes and cars, and if the current trends continue, it’s taking bites out of things like… eating out. Going to the movies. And other things that drive the minimum wage sectors of the economy.
Funny thing: people have to have money to spend money. Right now, most revenue goes straight into the accounts of the major stakeholders in the company. What does it there? It… accrues. It… adds up. What doesn’t it do? It doesn’t circulate. It doesn’t get spent. It doesn’t do anyone any good.
If you gave everyone working at McDonald’s another dollar an hour out of the profits that are currently just being pocketed, those dollars… well, they’d be spent. Almost immediately. And in the end, they’d probably end up being stuck in some millionaire’s low risk, steady return, not-at-all entrepreneurial portfolio, which is where most money ends up.
But just by the magic passing through more hands before it comes to rest, those same dollars would each be spent several more times. MAGIC, right? Same dollar, getting spent again and again and again. And every time, someone benefits. In effect, every time, everyone benefits.
When money goes to the top, it stops moving. Money that isn’t moving isn’t really money any more. It’s as useless as the high score of a video game.
This is why the places in the world—even just in this country—with the best minimum wage and the best social safety nets also have the lowest unemployment, and why unemployment grows or stays stable the more we “tighten belts”. This is just how the world works. This is how the world has always worked. If conservatives would give up their fairy tale fantasyland logic and join the rest of us in the real world, we could have the economy on its feet in no time.
And you are living in a fantasy land. You are. What jobs? What jobs are these people supposed to get? If they had no job, you would tell them “McDonald’s is always hiring.” and act like that’s an answer. Well, they’re working at McDonald’s. And they had to beat ten applicants to get those jobs, because only in your magical fantasy land does “always hiring” mean “has enough job openings to magically accommodate everybody who applies”. Your logic literally requires magic to work.
What are you doing with your life? What are you doing that is so noble and great an endeavor that you can tell people who bust their backs to do a job you probably couldn’t do and definitely wouldn’t want to that they’re lazy for working for $7.25. Would you take $7.25 an hour to do what they do? No? Then they’re being underpaid. The invisible hand of the free market is apparently taking a vacation.
Let me tell you how things work in the real world. In the real world *everyone has to* make a living wage. Has to. If businesses aren’t paying living wages, then they should inevitably go under since no one could afford to work for them. Fortunately or unfortunately, the economy… like an ecology… is all interconnected. So instead of these businesses suffering alone for what should be a fatal decision on their part, they drag everyone else down with them in a slow death spiral that poisons the whole economy.
See, if these business owners aren’t paying their employees a living wage but they’re not going out of business, then their incompetence or greed (pick one, or both) is being subsidized by everyone else. Their incompetence or greed is being paid for by everyone who pays ABOVE a minimum wage so that their employees can afford to eat out and shop and see movies, and by everybody who pays the taxes that go to the public assistance programs that allow their employees to keep scraping by.
Of course, the employees themselves are bearing the brunt of the death spiral, because they’re trapped between an immovable object—a job that against all real-world logic expects full time employees to accept wages that won’t get them through the week—and an inexorable force—the fact that human beings have basic needs that require more money than they’re getting to meet.
Since we actually do live in the real world, it’s inevitable that a system that is unsustainable will fall apart, and this one will… it will reach a breaking point where we’ll either have to acknowledge the problem and fix it, or… well, it will just break. It would be better to fix it sooner rather than later, especially since there are actual people being literally worked to death while smug jerks like you who don’t understand how the world works and who wouldn’t be able to do what they do lecture them about how their plight is somehow their fault.
people of Tumblr.
You will love it.
BRYCE DALLAS HOWARD AS CHRISTIAN IS LITERALLY PERFECT. search is over for her, i’ll never allow someone else.
toby regbo for young lymond y/n? I know nothing about him besides yellow curls/innocent face/saw one picture.
idk I just want to find the perfect one but somehow I feel like that will never happen
Eenjolras’ advent calender:
24 days of exquisite theatre performances
Why Does She Love Me? (Love Never Dies)
Eenjolras’ advent calender:
24 days of exquisite theatre performances
Javert’s Soliloqy (Les Misérables)
Are you willing to be wooed, sweet Marigold?
The truth is…
That was where she had heard him quote those words, without realizing then what they were. The truth is that thy body is free of all shadow. To soul and brain from thy abode comes the perfume of Paradise…
He had spoken them to her, and broken off when he remembered. And after, when Marthe had tried to force him to embrace her, he had used, in his need, the only weapon which would stop both Marthe and send herself, quickly, out of danger.
Love did not require to act like that.
But hunger did. Hunger, decently denied, accounted for everything. Looking back, her eyes unsealed and open, she saw proved over and over what she should have observed long before but for her dazzlement. He wanted her. And as he had just said, had determined to spare her the net.
He did not know, but could be told, that to her, his reasons for abstaining were baseless. That nothing mattered, but this: that the moon was here, in her fingers.
Through the jolting in her ribs and the agony in her throat Philippa said, “I am not crying, I would have you understand, because I am sad; but because I believe you. I also have a little…sermon of my own to deliver.”
His wine glass was empty. He set it down carefully, its foot between two slender fingers. A little colour had come to mark his cheekbones, but his eyes remained on the goblet. “I know,” he said. “You are not either Sybilla or Marthe; and you know better than they do. But I am Gavin in everything but name…Indeed, I am his brother.” He looked up. “How long did Marthe’s love last, I wonder? A few months; a year or two at the most. Perhaps it would take you a little longer to find out you wanted a different husband, nearer your own age and interests. But since you have loyalties, unlike Marthe, the conflict then would be unsupportable. It might do you great harm: it is certainly more than I could contemplate…And there are other factors against me, that you know of.”
She would have spoken; and then saw, rather than felt, that he did not want her to.
He said, “I opened this door so that, understanding each other, we might shut it together. There are many men who feel about you as I do. When there is time and distance enough between us you will choose one, or be chosen, and have a life as good as Kate’s was with Gideon. Meanwhile…we have very few meetings left, and those all in public. It should not be too impossible. And at least you know…that it is not Kate; and that you do not sicken me.”
He paused to breathe, and to smile; and ended with the same persistent steadiness. “And we shall manage very well, as long as we are sensible. Restraint is the remedy. Restraint, and not exaggerated gestures of self-abnegation.”
"And that, I see, disposes of my future," said Philippa. Her chest was heaving. "So let’s take yours, and see what we can do for it. The blinding headaches, for example?"
He said, still steadily, “Perhaps marriage to Catherine will cure them.”
"Until April, you are married to me," Philippa said. "Perhaps four weeks of matrimony would cure us both."
She saw his breath leave him silently. There was a space. Then he said, “We should simply lose our annulment. I have had eleven months to think of all this.There is no basis for marriage between us. And that is quite final, Philippa.”
She was breathing almost as quickly as he was. But she kept her voice calm. “As you say, I’m inexperienced. On the other hand, you are not always right. Please listen. Please think. Are you sure, when it matters so much, that you know my feelings better than I do?”
"No," he said. "I’m not infallible. You might, without my crediting it, fall deeply in love and for ever, with some warped hunchback whelped in the gutter. I should equally stop you from taking him."
She couldn’t speak. Her breath wheezed in and out. With extreme deliberation, and indeed restraint and moderation as well, Philippa raised her glass and dashed it on the parquet. Crystals frosted the carpet between them, and the wine lay like blood.
Speech came back. “God in heaven,” Philippa said. “Do you think that I care?’”
He looked up from the mess. “I know you don’t,” Lymond said. His eyes were black, not blue; and there were red splashes on the white velvet. ‘But you must excuse the hunchback, who does.”
Dorothy Dunnett, Checkmate.
Because balladedutempsjardis is making me think about Lymond again and this is my favorite passage in the series. Oh, Lymond x Philippa, my favorite book OTP ever.
Anyone want to do a read/reread together? I plan to start my reread of Game of Kings this weekend…