#Executive Gifts for Politicians

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The phrase "For The People" harkens back to Harris's roots as a prosecutor, where she would begin court proceedings with "Kamala Harris, for the people." It emphasizes her dedication to public service and her role as an advocate for justice and equality.

As a campaign slogan, "For The People" aims to position Harris as a champion of the average citizen, someone who understands and prioritizes the needs and concerns of diverse communities across America. It suggests a inclusive approach to governance, emphasizing that her policies and actions are intended to benefit the broad spectrum of American society rather than select groups or special interests.

The slogan aligns with Harris's political narrative, which often highlights her background as the daughter of immigrants and her rise through California's political ranks. It underscores her commitment to issues such as criminal justice reform, healthcare access, education, and economic equality - areas that directly impact people's daily lives.

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"For The People" also serves as a rallying cry, inviting supporters to join a movement that puts citizens at the forefront of political discourse and policy-making. It implies a collaborative approach to leadership, suggesting that Harris sees her role as a public servant working on behalf of the electorate.

In the context of her vice presidency and potential future political aspirations, "Kamala Harris For The People" continues to resonate as a powerful statement of her political philosophy and her vision for America. It encapsulates her promise to be a voice for the voiceless and a leader who prioritizes the wellbeing of all Americans.

The best gift for a politician should be thoughtful, appropriate, and respectful of their position and ethical guidelines. Given the scrutiny public figures face, it's crucial to choose gifts that don't raise questions about impropriety or attempts to influence.

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A meaningful book related to political history, leadership, or a topic aligned with their interests can be both personal and professional. High-quality writing instruments, such as a fountain pen or a leather-bound journal, are practical for their daily work and convey a sense of prestige.

Patriotic items like a tasteful flag pin or a decorative piece representing their state or district can appeal to their sense of civic duty. Locally-made products from their constituency show an appreciation for their community and support local businesses.

For a more personal touch, consider a custom-framed photograph of a significant moment in their career or a piece of art depicting a landmark from their district. A donation made in their name to a non-partisan charity they support can be a thoughtful gesture that aligns with their values.

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Technology accessories, such as a high-quality power bank or a sleek laptop case, can be useful for their busy lifestyle. For those who appreciate humor, a witty political cartoon or a collection of political jokes (keeping it respectful and bipartisan) might be appreciated.

Ultimately, the best gift demonstrates an understanding of the politician's role, interests, and the importance of maintaining ethical standards in public service.

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Poorest Little Meow Meow NOT from a BL: Bonus Round

[Submitted Reasons Under Cut]

Han Juwon: He is a typical kdrama lead in theory, his mom has been taken from him at a young age, his dad sent him far away to private schools and is using him in his political schemes. Han Juwon has mysophobia, not a social bone in his body and a RBF that do not endear him to people at all. He's not above using people and a little tweaking of the law to reach his goals.

Wave:

Ryu Sooyel: look how soppy wet he is. no one respects him. not even himself

Vier:

Kishimoto Ruka:

Katha: Khatha is such a poor little meow meow that he should be allowed to participate.

Lee Dongsik: He has been wrongly accused of killing his twin sister 20 years ago but never really cleared his name (no body, no crime, no convicted murderer) and is still searching for her. People still think he did it and are not afraid to treat him like shit. He's heavily traumatized. And let's say he's not above a little manipulation and crime to find his sister and her murderer

Jiang Zisuan: he spent like half of his life trying to avenge the death of his older sister and then for some reason just cant seem to actually do that before (SPOILER) dying in a random woman‘s arms who he employed because she looks like his sister and imagining that its actually her. she also was kind of in love with him which made this whole situation worse. and he killed so many people on the way except the guy he actually wanted to

Yun Biqui: SPOILER WARNING FOR SERIES: Ten years ago, Yun Biqiu was tricked into betraying the sect leader he idolized, Li Xiangyi. At the behest of a beautiful woman, he poisoned LXY; he only intended to temporarily incapacitate LXY, but the antidote he was promised turned out to be fake. LXY disappeared and was presumed dead, and Biqiu never stopped blaming himself and hoping that LXY would return. EXTREME SPOILER WARNING FOR END OF SERIES: When LXY eventually did return ten years later, Biqiu pretended to be re-beguiled by the beautiful woman in order to sabotage her evil schemes; to convince her of his loyalty, he also pretended to betray LXY again, stabbing him non-fatally and bringing him to her. His sabotaging allowed LXY to escape, though, and helped contribute to the defeat of all the baddies. Despite this, he still believed that he deserved to die for everything he'd done previously; when confronted with his past treachery and presumed current treachery, he did not defend himself, and would have willingly submitted to his own execution. Luckily, LXY arrived in time to reveal the truth of Biqiu's regret and loyalty, and also finally gave Biqiu peace by forgiving him for what he'd done ten years ago. And Biqiu cried 🥺

Master Amin: girlbossed to close to the sun

Shiro: Sleeping with a sleazy, much older politician in order to get information about his missing sister, who isn’t even his sister by blood. Openly gay yakuza and ready to fight about that. Cohabitating with a painfully strait laced and uptight virgin penguin. (A cop. Not a literal penguin.)

[arliedraws]

Tell me more about Sirius/James hooking up in a bathroom during their kids' birthday party....

So it’s Harry’s birthday. I think I’ve described a little bit of this scenario? But I’ve thought of more details.

Sirius and Marlene (or whatever) have been married for ten years, and things are tense. They have two older kids but accidentally had another that’s almost a year old now. Marlene complains that they’re stuck in their routines as a couple while Sirius doesn’t understand what she’s complaining about—he thinks that what they have is actually pretty good, and people who are crazy in love with their spouses are probably lying somehow. I sort of started to think that it’s Marlene who’s the politician? So it’s Sirius who’s home with the kids and maybe working part-time as a [insert job here] but with the new baby, he’s got his hands full, and he’s slightly resentful that Marlene is never home.

James and Lily, however, seem to have it all figured out. They love their son, and decided that one was enough. Maybe Sirius looks after Harry during the day while James and Lily work full time. Anyway, Lily is the Dream Wife. She is intelligent, funny, sexy, kind, and she even works for Nimbus as the executive charms specialist (so she has the inside scoop on the Next Big Broom). Meanwhile, James is an Auror who’s really Done with being an Auror but can’t figure out how to tell Lily, which is weird because he tells her everything.

James and Sirius are both deeply in love, obviously, but their days of finding each other in broom closets and sneaking into each other’s beds are long gone. But they can’t help but touch each other, pushing the limits of what is platonic. Maybe they have an emotional fallout when Marlene confronts Sirius about playing absently with James’s hair while the two couples played boardgames together, or that Sirius and James are ALWAYS on a team.

So years go on and Sirius/James try not to touch each other, which just heightens the tension when they brush thighs or shake hands. A year before the bathroom hookup, Sirius and James kiss during Christmas after everyone has gone to bed. It doesn’t go any further than that because a kid interrupts and wants water or something. Then Sirius and James promise not to be alone with each other. Ever again. Or else they’ll ruin everyone’s lives.

Anyway, so Sirius and Marlene accidentally get pregnant, have baby, James/Sirius see each other but are emotionally estranged. Things are Fine.

Sirius excuses himself to use the bathroom, and James notices him slip away. When Sirius comes out of the bathroom, James shoves him back inside. Soon, they’re hooking up. The window is cracked and they can hear the party below. Well, yeah, they’re having sex. And they’re sloppy and desperate. Outside, people are wondering where they are because Harry’s about to open gifts. And upstairs, they’re just like sucking and fucking with years of suppressing their feelings—not quietly, even though Sirius is trying to shut James up and eventually gives up.

Then, the door flies open. It’s Marlene! She’s holding the baby! She’s so angry! She starts shouting, and Sirius/James are trying to get themselves clothed again. And then the facade completely crumbles and everything falls apart :)

Just kidding, it would have a happy ending. But it’s a hard-won happy ending 😅

[savage-rhi]

Oh boy-

I saw the most recent writing prompts and got SO excited. I had a really hard time picking. There were SO many good ones

But we need Ardyn with the protective writing prompt:

"Whether you like it or not, You're safest with me"

@sillylittlevulpine Thanks for being patient with me hon. I hope you like this, I haven't written for Ardyn in a while and I feel rusty AF. Hope it's okay!

Y/N was no diplomat.

They were a mere common citizen, fed up with the Lucian crown not doing enough to keep the people safe while many starved and were displaced by the war. They themself were on the brink, having lost everything they held dear in the recent skirmish between the kingdom and empire.

It was why they were smuggled amongst provisions on an Imperial air ship, a last ditch effort to try and make a difference on their own terms.

Y/N knew that the moment they set foot in the lands of Niflheim, there were a thousand ways they could die—a thousand tortures that could befall them. Yet the consequences were outweighed by the hope that somehow, out of the mouth of someone lesser, their words might bring an end to the calamities in Lucis, even if it meant bartering with the enemy. However pure their intentions, there were many things Y/N neglected to consider.

They didn't consider being found so soon on board, immediately being treated with contempt.

They didn't consider the welcoming of fists and weapons at their throat, being blamed for crimes they had never heard of—all because of where they had come from.

They didn't consider being paraded around in public, a spectacle to behold as the soldiers escorted them to the Imperial Palace.

They didn't consider the consequences of being brought to the feet of Emperor Aldercapt himself, who was more than willing to dispatch justice in the form of a grandiose beheading in front of his hundreds of guests amidst an Imperial Ceremony. He proclaimed the sudden intrusion as a sign of the Gods' favor, a sacrificial gift on the eve of Niflheim's name day, three days removed from the anniversary of Solheim's ancient calamity.

Out of all these terrifying events that unfolded so quickly, Y/N never considered that the Chancellor himself would step in to call off the execution.

Nor did they anticipate sitting in the man's very chambers at this moment.

It had been several hours since then, and Y/N's heart pounded heavily in their chest remembering what transpired. How Chancellor Izunia managed to undermine Aldercapt's authority and Niflheim's very traditions, but still kept the peace by appealing to logic, reason, and exploiting hundreds of years of superstition in the same breath.

"It's reasonable to assume a token of good faith by the esteemed six who watch over our endeavors. Yet I beseech the council and the Emperor to remember there is always a price to pay from accepting a boon from gods. Unwrapping such a precious gift could very much bring great misfortune to our feet, especially on an eve of celebration and remembrance. I believe on such a rare and auspicious night, that we let the people of the Empire decide our fate. What say you, excellency?"

The crowd erupted with so much enthusiasm, and so much vigor that Aldercapt had no choice but to bend the knee or lest he be cast unfavorably for weeks to come.

Y/N could remember the Emperors ire toward the Chancellor the rest of the evening, but the latter merely smiled and watched as thousands debated before settling on their choice: to let Y/N live, for now.

Y/N knew so little about the Chancellor, but in that short amount of time, understood he was very much a career politician as much as he was a man of the stars, and that made him perhaps more dangerous than anyone Y/N could've been at the mercy of.

Their breath hitched when the doors suddenly opened, and the very man came waltzing in. Y/N noted how his amber eyes seemed to glow under the dimmed light, casting a shiver down their spine.

"Ah, fancy seeing you still awake at this unholy hour!" He faintly smiled; stopping to let out a breath he had been holding.

"Considering the circumstances, how could anyone sleep?" Y/N murmured under their breath, surprised when he chuckled sincerely at their comment

"A fair observation if there ever was one," He remarked amusingly then gestured for Y/N to remain seated at the foot of the bed as soon as he noticed them adjust. "I don't care for curtseys or for you move an inch. It needn't take me long to get comfortable."

Y/N swallowed as the Chancellor walked across the room, watching him pick up a chair from a large desk. For a moment, an intrusive thought of the man throwing the furniture piece at them crossed Y/N's mind, and they were astonished to see the Chancellor gently place the chair in front of them and casually take a seat.

"You caused quite the commotion back there in the grand hall."

His comment took Y/N aback as they blinked; unsure of what to say. It almost sounded like he was complimenting them.

"I think you outperformed me there, Chancellor."

"Please, call me Ardyn."

Y/N made a face. "Ardyn?"

"An unusual name, I know." He grinned. "There's no need for formality in my own dwelling. You can speak freely, more or less."

More or less...Y/N felt a bead of sweat trickle down their head from that remark.

"I wasn't trying to offend or--"

"What do you call yourself?"

"Pardon?"

"What's your name, dear? Last I checked Lucian's could comprehend such a simple question."

And there it is...Y/N could feel the disdain in his words despite his tone being outwardly charming.

"It's Y/N."

"Y/N," Ardyn repeated it a few times to himself, as if allowing his tongue to grow accustomed to a new flavor. "Spare me of sob stories and gruesome detail, but what brings you to Nilfheim and so, so far away from home?"

There was nothing malicious in his words nor the question Ardyn imposed, but Y/N's muscles tensed as if there was nonetheless. It seemed in comparison to his public image—where he liked to draw things out, Ardyn wanted to get to the point. Neither did Y/N want to prolong this any further than necessary. Whatever the Chancellor intended on doing to them, Y/N had no doubts he would carry it out regardless after this conversation. There was nothing to lose or gain.

"I came to the empire for help."

"Help?"

Y/N nodded.

"And why would you do such a thing, in the middle of a war between our two nations no less?"

Ardyn looked so puzzled that it scared Y/N he was irritated. The confusion on his face seemed uncharacteristic of a man of his stature. The thought didn't stop Y/N from raising a brow, just as bewildered as the man himself.

"I thought you didn't want a sob story?"

"Are you being smart with me, dear?"

"No, no!" Y/N protested. "I'm just--!"

The way he suddenly laughed made the air in the room grow thick with tension, and as Y/N made a fist against the sheets of the mattress, Ardyn let out a content sigh and smirked.

"I'm merely speaking in jest." He said in his defense, letting out a faint but dark chortle. "You are right, however, I'd appreciate some context to our precarious situation."

Just get to the point...Y/N repeated to themself over and over, trying to ignore the sinking sensation that grew in their stomach at how he had been toying with them.

"I came here to talk to Imperials who don't want this war as much as I. There's nothing else to say. I'm not a spy, nor defecting my country, nor do I wish to gain anything. I just...want to talk. To get a conversation started, so we can end this."

The silence that hung in the air after Y/N's testimony was palpable to where not even a knife could cut the tension. It didn't help that the Chancellor's features went neutral, almost unreadable save for his eyes which Y/N noted seemed to dance to an invisible tune that no human could comprehend. The way he looked at them was scary in a manner Y/N couldn't describe, but feel on a cellular level.

Ardyn slowly canted his head, a look of wonderment crossing his face briefly as he studied them. "How most naive of you..."

"What's going to happen next?"

"I beg your pardon?"

Y/N gulped. "What's going to happen to me? Am I to be shot outside your chambers or taken to prison?"

"You have quite the grotesque imagination," Ardyn chuckled at their expense, shaking his head in disbelief. "You heard the people back at the Grand Hall, you're to live this night."

"And after?"

He went silent again, and Y/N tried not to avert their gaze from his as he hummed.

"That remains to be decided, that being said, I believe we might be able to help each other."

Y/N's pulse spiked yet again as Ardyn's smile grew, and his pupils expanded; nearly overtaking the orange that covered his irises.

"Contrary to what you no doubt assume, I hold nothing nefarious toward you. You can snuff out the flame of whatever ills are invading your head at this moment." Ardyn said as a matter of fact before continuing. "Perhaps your tale of woe is a boon from the gods after all."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Let's just say I've been looking for an 'in' to get back into the good graces of your king's court for negotiation." Ardyn debated with himself on speaking further, then uncrossed his legs and adjusted in his seat. He scooted the chair a little closer to Y/N, eyes locking onto theirs. "You and I seem to have a similar appreciation for the art of conversation, and I find this potentially useful."

It became difficult for Y/N to comprehend what he was saying now, as the fear that overtook them seemed to filter out Ardyn's words. They could barely hear their voice over their heart beating, blood pumping so loud in their mind that the noise began to drown out everything else.

"You're trembling."

Ardyn's faint murmur snapped Y/N out of their trance, and they shook their head in protest. The hidden maliciousness they had sensed earlier returned, growing even stronger as Ardyn suddenly appeared inches from their face. Y/N didn't have time to breathe, much less comprehend the seconds in between.

"Do I frighten you?" He asked, his voice low and dark.

There was no point lying to him, not when those eyes could see through anything.

"Greatly..."

"Good..."

"I'd like to be placed in custody elsewhere," Y/N whispered, trying not to blink out of fear they'd find themselves in the jaws of a predator. His little laugh made their nerves freeze over.

"After the trouble I went through on your behalf, you'd soon rather leave me than hear further of my proposition?"

Y/N nodded. "I would."

"Well, I must implore you to listen carefully," Ardyn's voice dipped as he glared for the first time. "So long as you remain in the Empire, whether you like it or not, you're safest with me."

"I..." Y/N's body picked up on something their mind had trouble feeling out. It didn't help that this played in tandem with their stomach churning in knots over the way he stared them down. "I don't believe you."

And just like that, a dark chuckle from Ardyn broke the atmosphere and Y/N stared in confusion as he backed away and stood, looking down at them.

"I shall leave you to your thoughts," Ardyn gave a soft bow with his head toward Y/N and smirked. "We have much to discuss tomorrow once I sort through how to keep you alive."

He was starting to leave his chambers, until Y/N called out, still bothered by something.

"Wait!"

"Hmm?"

"Why did you speak on my behalf in the first place? You didn't know my intentions until now. What made you put on that performance and keep Aldercapt from cutting off my head?"

Ardyn once more debated with himself, his confidence from earlier waning as he hadn't expected them to cut to the chase as much as he did with them. A faint smile graced his lips when he noticed the connection, furthering the wheels that had been turning in his head.

"The night was dull," He shrugged. "And I was bored out of mind..."

He departed without another sound, closing the large doors behind him.

Y/N didn't even get the chance to ask where they would sleep.

Meanwhile, Ardyn ventured out of his dwelling and into the main hall. Not far from the doors, Verstael awaited him. The older man held a weight of exhaustion in his aged face as Ardyn grinned and walked past him.

"I came down from the keep as soon as I heard what you did." Verstael called out, and began to follow his colleague.

Ardyn smirked, slowing his pace so Verstael could catch up. "You missed out my dear friend! The ceremony became quite a spectacle after that. One could argue I saved the day in more ways than one."

"Be it as it may the party is over," Verstael sighed, shaking his head. "What says Aldercapt now about your new little friend?"

"For now," Ardyn began. "The gods show them favor."

"Just the gods?"

The pair stopped walking, and Ardyn's gaze burrowed into Verstael's as the old man stared him down. The hall became heavy with unspoken words that yearned to bubble to the surface.

"Just the gods..." Ardyn answered bluntly.

Verstael let out a small huff and smiled. "Let's keep it at that."

"You're worried?"

"A man in my position can't help but worry, especially when a dear colleague of his days ago confided he had been missing his home and, what would you know, a piece of it comes stumbling to our doorstep."

"Don't make me ill," Ardyn sighed, trying to cease rolling his eyes. "A distraction is fun, but not the end game as we both know."

Verstael gazed over Ardyn a few more times before deciding he had enough interrogating for now. "Come. I'd love to discuss what your plans are with the Lucian we now have at our disposal."

Ardyn didn't say a word as he and Verstael continued their walk. There were many things he neglected to consider when he vouched for Y/N's life, but he never considered they'd still be alive after their conversation—for he had fully been set on turning his pent-up daemonic tendencies loose upon them after they said their piece.

Nor did he anticipate growing fond of them already.

He bit the inside of his cheek.

Y/N was no diplomat, but Ardyn loved the prospects that stemmed from the fact.

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[wesleyhill]

On Not Talking About Jesus

A homily on Mark 7:31-37 preached on the Friday after the Fifth Sunday after the Epiphany at Western Theological Seminary, Holland, Michigan

Some of you who are around my age, who went through your deconstruction experience a couple of decades ago or more, may remember a blog called Jesus Needs New P.R. Even if you didn’t read it closely, the title was a catchy summary of how you might have felt: Jesus has a public relations problem. He’s compelling and interesting and compassionate and inspiring, but His representatives — the church bureaucrats who pontificate about Him from pulpits, the politicians and pundits who use His name to promote their odious causes, the bigots who claim to follow Him but leave a trail of hurting people in their wake — are the problem.

Even if your politics differ from mine, each one of us can identify with these sentiments, at least some of the time. Have you ever winced when you saw a picture of Jesus draped in an American flag? Have you ever felt tempted to take “Christian” off your social media profile when someone invokes Jesus to support some movement or cause that you find abhorrent? An Australian New Testament scholar, Constantine Campbell, recently published a book called Jesus v. Evangelicals in which he voiced what a lot of us intuit: “The evangelical movement must be refashioned in Jesus’ image, rather than cast Jesus in its image.”

It's this propensity to cast Jesus in the image we want that explains a strange feature of our Gospel reading this morning. Jesus is in region of the Decapolis, and even in this faraway place, word has spread that he is a healer, a wonder-worker. So a group of people bring a friend of theirs whose hearing and speech are impaired. They want a miracle, and Jesus obliges. He ushers the man away from the crowd, so that it’s just he and Jesus. (Maybe Jesus is offering dignity to the man with this privacy, refusing to make him a spectacle.) In any case, He puts His fingers in the man’s ears, and He spits and touches the man’s tongue. He lifts his eyes up to heaven and sighs and says in Aramaic, “Ephphatha,” which means, “Be opened.” “And his ears were opened, his tongue was released, and he spoke plainly.” And then comes the strange aspect of the story: “Then Jesus ordered them to tell no one.”

This happens again and again in Mark’s Gospel: Jesus charges His followers — and even demonic spirits — not to talk about His miracles, not to talk about what He does and who He is. Scholars usually refer to this as the motif of the “messianic secret” and then try to offer some sort of interpretation of it. Why would Jesus not want the good news about Him to be talked about? Why would He not want His fame to spread, so that more and more people could put their faith in Him?

One German scholar referred once to the Gospel of Mark as essentially a passion story, with a long introduction. And I think that’s our clue to the meaning of Jesus’ secrecy. Mark is telling a passion story — a story of Jesus’ gruesome execution and mysterious resurrection, which Jesus interprets as His gift of Himself to the world. And Mark knows that there is potential for misunderstanding Jesus at every turn. We may hear about one of His miracles and decide that He is basically a genie who can grant our wishes. We may hear about Him performing exorcisms and decide that He is available to fight our favorite enemies. And Mark’s point is that if we do that, we fundamentally misunderstand who Jesus is and what He aimed to achieve. Mark’s claim is that Jesus came for one overriding purpose: not to conform to our agendas and expectations but to give His life as a ransom for us, to rescue us from our self-absorption, our cruelty, our enslavement to sin and death. He came for love. He came to lay down His life for His enemies, to make His enemies His friends, and friends to one another.

And this is why, I think, Mark has Jesus refusing the boxes we want to put Him in. “Don’t domesticate Me like that,” Jesus seems to say. “Don’t use Me for your pet projects, your private theological agendas, your political ambitions.” As the Anglican priest and scholar Austin Farrer writes, “Christ does not encourage the spreading of ready-made formulae divided from living act, whether in the form of rumour or doctrine… Messiahship is not taught even to the initiate as a thing by itself, but as that which death and resurrection will express.” We understand the messiahship of Jesus, and the miracles and teachings and aims of Jesus, only when we follow Him all the way to the cross and to the grave and then hear the mysterious young man at His empty tomb telling us that He has gone on ahead of us.

Friends, we are about to enter the season of Lent, which is a time when Christians try to clear away some of the clutter that keeps us from seeing Jesus and being surprised by Him. By quieting ourselves and voluntarily letting go of some of our usual methods of coping with stress and anxiety, we try to see past the P.R. about Jesus. We open ourselves to considering whether we have a distorted picture of who Jesus is and what He wants with us and from us and for us. And perhaps we also keep quiet about Him for a bit. We don’t rush in to offer our preferred picture of who He is. Instead we listen, we watch, we wait. And we try to prepare our hearts for that great and holiest of weeks when we will keep vigil with Jesus as He goes to the cross and triumphs over death. Only then may we dare to speak about who He is for us.

Amen.

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

In the US it is illegal for a politician to accept gold bars or a Mercedes. Does the BRF have similar restrictions? I know they have received gems from the Middle East but at the same time Kate returns clothing freebies. Is merching legal bc they are not elected?

From the BRF’s policy on gifts:

The fundamental principle governing the acceptance of gifts by Members of The Royal Family is that no gifts, including hospitality or services, should be accepted which would, or might appear to, place the Member of The Royal Family under any obligation to the donor. In this regard, before accepting any gift, careful consideration should always be given, wherever practicable, to the donor, the reason for and occasion of the gift and the nature of the gift itself. Equally, before declining the offer of a gift, careful consideration should be given to any offence that might be caused by such action.

2.2 Gifts from businesses. Gifts offered by commercial enterprises in the UK should normally be declined, unless they are offered as a souvenir of an official visit to the enterprises' premises, to mark a Royal marriage or other special personal occasion. When gifts are accepted, the consent of the Member of The Royal Family should be contingent upon the enterprise undertaking not to exploit the gift for commercial purposes. Gifts, including samples, should always be returned unless it is not justifiable to do so on the grounds of cost. If such gifts are not returned, they should be treated as official gifts (see Section 3.2).

3.2 Definition of official gifts. Gifts are defined as official when received during an official engagement or duty or in connection with the official role or duties of a Member of The Royal Family. These include gifts: (a) presented to Members of The Royal Family by host organisers or official participants in connection with any official UK engagement or duty; (b) given by host authorities to a Member of The Royal Family on an official or working visit overseas. This covers those given by the government concerned, as well as any official body, public authority or host organisation/individual related to the Royal programme; (c) sent in by businesses and by individuals not personally known to the Member of The Royal Family; and (d) given by individuals not personally known to the Member of The Royal Family during "walkabouts" and other similar occasions.

And for the record, the US’s policies on gifts:

The Legislative Branch (Senators and Representatives):

The Judicial Branch, including Supreme Court Justices:

The Executive Branch:

For federal employees (the career civil service)

For the President’s Administration (political appointees and White House officials) - these rules are only in effect for the presidential term. New rules are issued by each President at the beginning of their term:

It’s more than gold bars and Mercedes that are unethical here in the US. Don’t bring your political snipes here, anon.

[darkkpastels]

Hydrangea Love

A Hoshie Saruta and Umataro Tenma oneshot for @astronomenal

Genius. Innovator. Rule Breaker. Robotics savant. Industry deviant. Mad man.

Eloquent pedestals to sit from and gaze across a room of peers and technical familiars. Mere words dazzle the plebeians, and fewest utters appall the stubborn and the inept. Being gifted came with plenty of perks; Money, reputation, moderate power and authority.

Umataro Tenma, kunst of the post-AI robotics world!

Such was the privilege of having politicians, deans of universities, scientists, and entrepreneurs and executives calling and begging at his feet. They pamper and pander to his ego and fancies, drinking and dining him at great expense. Charming him for his expensive skills under pretense of progress and gain. Equally exquisite was his yielding of a nonchalant veto and asserting his choice without consequence or retribution. They’d be back at it again too.

Yet,

His lot in life would not afford him friends. He was content with this lot. He thought. Would the same crowd know the mediocre human behind the great mind? Would they appreciate his lesser known qualities? Music, fiction, and flowers. Rachmaninoff, Chopin, H.G Wells, Asimov, and hydrangeas. Despite the money, access, and freedoms given by his gift of intellect, Umataro Tenma felt alone. The average man had friends, company, and social comforts. Fellows who share experiences, jokes, and follies

Ochanomizu had known him since undergrad, but, over time had grown apart. Forming different viewpoints about the future of AI and robotics, respectfully, they’d remain colleagues. Not the same as having a friend. At times this was fine.

He tried pushing down the loneliness, it served him nothing to feel sorry for himself. On the rare occasion, he would hide amongst hydrangea bushes that bloomed on the Ministry of Science campus; its fragrance harken to his mothers garden. Under the sun and in her embrace made a safe place for a sensitive boy with robotic fascinations. To her, this boy shares his thoughts and emotions, his fears, and anxieties. Comforted by her smile, words and unconditional love. She was his company in youth. Alas those days are long gone, Umataro would remember. He wouldn't feel that way again. Memories were good enough, he thought.

It was one occasion where he was found. He almost stood up and felt prepared to act as if he wasn’t sniffing flowers, until she knelt down amongst the bush too. Saying nothing. Her brown eyes closed, face flushed to the mop heads. Taking in the aroma of the recently rained on bush, she looked to admire the flowers too! She was there for a spell until she stepped away. Not a wave. Not a glance back. Curious, Umataro thought. Looking to see the walking woman,she looked familiar to him. Taking a shot in the dark, he had to guess her to be the now grown up granddaughter of his old robotics mentor. He’s surely not that old now? Of course, her name escaped him, but likely she doesn’t remember him.  

It was weeks before he saw her again, deadheading the dried, withered hydrangeas. She didn’t seem aware he was there today. Fine. Umataro preferred that anyway. A while back, he took a trip down memory lane, remembering the mystery woman correctly. She was Hoshi Saruta. A teenager with pigtails and freckles when he was a starving grad student. Her pigtails morphed into a dark twist braid with fly-aways defying the professional coif. The freckles she’d outgrown. A pity, he thought. Only a few feet between them, as he watches her turn with a fistful of dried hydrangeas and scissors in hand, nearly losing traction in her heels. Squeaking from a fear of falling over before gaining stability on concrete. Hoshie had a clumsy, fawn-like quality about her. 

“Hello, Professor!” She spoke to him, her hair slowly coming undone. 

He made the mistake of having caught eyes with her. He should have turned away, but of course she was a polite and friendly soul, like Ochanomizu. Not that he didn’t appreciate the hellos and good nights in passing, but preferred to be unbothered by social fetterings. 

And walked away. 

“Check the east side, the blooms are coming in!”He heard from behind.

Turning back, as if to check if she was following him. She didn’t. In that moment, Umataro reckoned; He had nothing eminently due, no one to call or emails to correspond. He’d been suggested to take time for a walk in the sun. A trip to the east side of the campus would take five minutes. To some surprise,this spot didn’t disappoint. There were more hydrangeas in this spot than the other. Rows of flowers in hues of pink, blues, and greens.The scent here felt intense.  

“Sweet woman.”He thought to himself. “Kind of her to point me in this direction.”

Sitting on the bench, Umataro with his eyes closed. Thinking deeply about the sweet scent of the air for a moment before opening his phone. Resuming the mild research into Miss Saruta with some curiosity. His boredom led him to read papers about microelectronics, nanorobotics, and neuron-prosthetic connectivity. Many of these publications have her involved as either a research fellow or a part of a research group. Some levels of robotics are not possible without the involvement of microelectronics. Especially the level he was infamous for. Miss Saruta read to him as mildly interesting. 

“Her grandfather would be proud no doubt,”Speaking to himself.

“Picked a nice afternoon to enjoy the gardens, Professor Tenma” He heard from nearby. 

Turning his head, Umataro saw Miss Saruta again. Now with a mouthful of bobby pins and a handful of her hair, trying to put herself back to specs it seemed.

“I’m just sitting here” He said, his glasses darkening from UV.

She walked closer to him. “I didn’t think you were levitating, Professor” 

How humorous! Such wit! He laughed internally. 

“And what did you think I was doing then?” He asked, looking upward. 

“I think you were disappointed that the flowers had withered.” She answered. “I thought you’d appreciate the tip”

“A trick of your grandfathers?” Tenma jokes. This woman was pegging some of the things about him without even trying.

Raising an eyebrow, Hoshi felt taken aback. “Beg pardon?”

Shaking his head, Tenma retreated. 

“Nothing. Don’t mind me.”

“I do mind,because no one else talks about my grandfather unless they are an old student. Which if memory serves, you were.” She smiled at him.

“AH! So you knew me then?” Umataro stood, sinking his hands into his pockets.

“Don’t fret, Professor, Grandpa only spoke well of you” She added. 

The remark made Umataro chuckle, “I’m sure he wouldn’t speak ill of his star students” 

Hoshi chuckled back. Shaking her head with the contrary,“Star student? He visited your lab when you didn’t send reports on time, status updates, progress reports, or overspend your budget.”

This was rare! Umataro thought. “The price of genius, Miss Saruta” 

Agreeing, Hoshi said, “Perhaps. Grandpa had an eye for exceptional students.”

Moving past, Umataro stretched, “Surprised you didn’t venture to India or Taiwan for your career in Microelectronics” Turning to face her

Hoshi shrugged. 

“I did. However, for the work they wanted me to do, I felt my talents appreciated here and my mother’s health has me worried” She answered back. 

“I wish you a good day, Miss Saruta” Umataro leaves. 

“Good day,sir,” Hoshie nodded back. “By the way, someone from Brazil was looking for you.”

Umataro heard, turning to look back,“Oh?”

“I sent him to the offices on the 50th floor, but after a while you might need to appear” Hoshi added,

He kept walking. This would have been an exchange he would have not kept short and walked away earlier. Preoccupying himself with something else more interesting and engaging than the kind consideration by Hoshi. Politeness in his experience was performative, it wasn’t performed so organically as he’d experienced. That was a thoughtful thing she did, He thought. 

[beardedmrbean]

NEW YORK -- Ryan Carson, a social justice advocate who was on a mission to make New York a better place, was stabbed to death on the streets of Crown Heights on Monday. 

People who knew Carson, 32, said he dedicated his life to trying to change things for the better. 

Carrying candles, dozens of Carson's family and friends gathered at a park in Bedford-Stuyvesant to remember his life. 

Police said the long-time government advocate was stabbed at around 4 a.m. about a mile away at Lafayette Avenue and Malcom X Boulevard. 

Sources said Carson was standing on the street with his girlfriend when the suspect approached and asked, "What are you looking at?" before stabbing Carson in the chest multiple times. 

Carson was pronounced dead at Kings County Hospital. 

"I was absolutely in disbelief," said New York Assembly Member Emily Gallagher, who knew Carson before becoming a politician. 

Gallagher and Carson bonded over losing close friends to drug overdoses. 

In 2021, Carson walked from New York City to Albany to lobby for safe injection facilities.

For the last decade, Carson was a campaign manager with the New York Public Interest Research Group, most recently dealing with recycling and solid waste. 

"Trying to deal with the unreclaimed bottles and cans that litter New York streets, but he had been involved with lots of projects with us over the years," said Blair Horner, executive director of the New York Public Interest Research Group.

Sources told CBS New York police do not have a physical description of the suspect, but said the person was acting irrationally prior to the attack. 

Carson's girlfriend was not hurt. 

"It was so shocking. I'm there constantly," said Max Sabo, from Bed-Stuy. "It's terrifying." 

Gallagher said Carson had been sending out reminders for his upcoming birthday, adding he had a gift for bringing joy and comfort. 

"If you wanted to talk, he was absolutely always ready to talk, always there for you," said Gallagher. "It's hard when the person that you go to to talk about grief is the one who died." 

Police said no arrests have been made and the investigation is ongoing.  ____________________

[albiclalepsza]

This is the most lukewarm take one can have but I absolutely despise Elon Musk. The man grinds my gears with every fucking thing he does and says, but the shit he pulled now is just so fucking atrocious.

This article does a pretty good job at summarizing it.

The fucking gall it takes to look at your social media platform, a breeeding ground for the alt-right and fascists, and say that it would stop the Holocaust. Holy shit.

And Margolin gifted him with a piece of Hamas rocket that hit Kibbutz Beeri. What a fucking joke. This shit is so performative. In the middle of a genocide that Israel is commiting, they parade the torment of their own people around. If they could get away with it they would probably carry the bodies of people killed on Oct. 7 around to aid their rhetoric. Not to add that if Palestinians wanted to do the same they could send rocket pieces to every single politician that remains complicit in this situation.

The rest of the article is here:

And like, all this happened after Musk visited Auschwitz. His platform is the main place to propagate antisemitism online, and he uses arguably the place where Jews suffered the most to pretend that that's not true. And of course when the topic of concentration camps comes up the narrative focuses on Jews, wich is obviously absolutely understandable - this was a genocide aimed at erasing them, and it destroyed so much Jewish culture. But like, 3 million Jews that died were from Poland. If you add the non-Jewish Poles to that number you get 6 million people dead over the course of the war, most of them killed by the very same Nazi death machine that perpetrated the Holocaust.

Holocaust is also a Polish national tragedy. It erased almost 20% of our population. We learn about it basically before we're conscious enough to understand it. The shadow of that hangs above the country, so much destruction, so many lives and so much culture erased.

A beautiful synagogue that stood in my hometown got demolished by the Nazis, along with the whole Jewish district of the town. Pretty much all Jews from my town were taken to camps or murdered on the streets. The atrocities were so common that there are memorials pretty much everywhere. And it all happened within living memory of course.

My grandmother and her sister almost got executed by the Nazis. They both managed to avoid that thankfully and are old, alive and well (my grandma's sister just celebrated her 99th birthday in good health). Pretty much everyone in Poland has had someone in their family killed by the Nazis or who fought the Nazis 2-4 generations ago. My great grandfathers all fought against them, one lost a leg during the war. The history of the Holocaust and Nazi terror is just so completely interwoven with the general history of Poland that the two are inseparable.

And it pisses me off so much that this weasel, this mistake of a man takes it and feigns an apology, making a farce out of our biggest national tragedy.

Even worse, Polish media is very polarized about the whole situation. Half of the articles ignore the atrocious things he said to suck that billionaire's dick and lick his boots. No mention of this asshole disrespecting our history, just saying how cool it is that the guy who won capitalism appeared in Poland. Fuck them.

Thankfully some newspapers retained a semblance of integrity and called him out. My two favorite ones are these:

Krytyka Polityczna made a headline that says:

Elon Musk in Auschwitz. Photobooth for the pro-Russian antisemite.

And I love the summarizing paragraph here.

"By claiming that if social media existed back then a genocide like the one in Auschwitz wouldn't have happened Elon Musk admits that he understands the Holocaust about as well as his own social media platform - X."

Great takes guys. No notes.

[maaarine]

Hi marine, have you been following the recent election in Turkey? Erdogan got fcked big time, it was good to watch (Also, I don't know if I should be proud or skeptical about our people's obsession with female politicians)

yes I heard about the election results and I was like

ngl the fact that more women were elected into office made me think of those studies of the business world that show that companies are more likely to appoint female executives when they're in deep shit:

“While at first glance the appointment of women in times of crisis may increase female representation in top leadership positions, a second look suggests that it may be a poisoned gift. If “glass cliffs” are real and widespread, women are being disproportionately appointed in failing companies to top executive positions set up for failure. Women who take those positions may then be blamed for leadership failure and be dismissed. (…) Past work suggests that glass cliffs emerge because women are thought to have more emotional sensitivity and a relational leadership style – two leader attributes valued in times of crisis. In other words, women are more associated with caring qualities, and if a company is fatally ill, they may be appointed to cure it. But this rationale would also mean that investors think that one woman can single-handedly steer a company out of the crisis, a not very plausible assumption. Another explanation is that investors are looking for signs of willingness to change before deciding whether they should maintain their financial engagement in a company in crisis."

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[anthonybialy]

Lazy Fair

A president who doesn’t touch anything is the republic’s best hope.  But self-control is not a typical characteristic of applicants.  Americans who tire of being groped must rely on conditioning to dodge handsy executives.  Harassment doesn’t become legal when a politician lingers on a hug too long.

As with babysitters not letting charges juggle drills, the absence of destruction is tough to notice but crucial to sense.  A term would ideally be an actively passive process.  Sadly, interviewers are not about to hire some CEO who trusts them to negotiate.

Nostalgia junkies who miss the ancient era of 2019 are really just longing for Donald Trump to again be useless.  An all-time bluffer’s emblematic ineptitude despite rather brassy claims to the contrary constitute his version of effectiveness, which is to commandeer the bus wheel in order to drive it classier.  It’s just like how success at winning an election differs from whether or not the person who receives the most electoral votes may not be smart or good or talented.

The insatiable urge to grab everything for the alleged benefit of the fondles is far from the only thing Trump shares in common with a Clinton.  A horndog president too busy seducing a zaftig intern to do the same with the economy offered the best possible precedent in an era where nobody minds their own business.

Broke and busted Americans miss aspects the last president couldn’t manage to muck up.  It wasn’t for lack of trying.  But Trump’s inability to molest everything was a gift of an unanswered prayer to himself.  Doing things never works out for him despite the most unearned assurances in civilization’s history.  The person now ripping off perception prepared with a long career of pretending to be a corporate titan as he lost money spinning roulette wheels openly rigged in the house’s favor.

Business was better before taking on a president who thinks hassling everyone but shoplifters assists the economy.  Credit something a different false savior claimed to manifest when mere existence got it done.  The free market works fantastically when clumsy amateur mechanics don’t attempt needless repairs.  Relative prosperity must’ve been spurred by their savior laying his very normal-sized hands upon it.  Inspiring people to get rich by slapping names on trash is about as useful.

All thriving takes is enough restraint to stop printing money.  I know it’s tempting to think you can get rich by having more.  But even the Goonies realized they couldn’t get away with running the presses.  The Treasury’s currency is a half-step above counterfeit.  Handing it out makes it worthless, which is one of those mean things like ice cream being unhealthy.

Explaining to the incumbent that not everything wanted happens isn’t going to sink in now.  After all, this is not just someone who’s spent a lifetime in politics but specifically Biden.  The commander-in-chief has enough trouble understanding how neckties work.  How can you get something that’s wider then one’s head around one’s neck?  Whoever dresses him must explain what’s happening every morning.

Fuel expenses do something as remarkable as the commodity itself making cars go.  All a president has to do is nothing for the cost to become reasonable.  It’s not for lack of gasoline conglomerates trying to pump up prices, as they want to sell it at a the same price per volume as plutonium laced with meth.  Meanwhile, those consuming it aspire to pay as much as they would for jugs of emergency water from Save-A-Lot.  I wonder if there’s a way for them to meet in the middle.

A president can take credit for the affordability of traveling around, although the ambulatory don’t have to give it.  Trusting adults like they’ve been given allowances for the first time is inscrutable notion in an era where whoever’s president defines not only the government but the nation.  Those things are supposed to be separate, too, for the record.

Two awful idiots like getting their hands on others as respective manifestations of their grabby philosophies.  Decent people wish it were only figurative.  The prospective final two are different styles of perverts.  The one who thinks you’ll be impressed by what an alpha stud he is if he beds enough peroxide donor recipients equipped with plastic chassis vies with the creep who molests wives other than his own and any children within his greasy reach.  But you do get to pick.

An inept presidency takes different forms.  Based on the rather pushy take on the presidency that’s been trendy this century, failing at grabbing is a triumph for the respect of those the leader hopes to help by intervening.  Doofus ex machina offers a most unsatisfying conclusion.

Lickspittles who worship the previous president for what he does should be thankful for what he didn’t.  After all, the only good parts came when he left things alone.  Praising Trump for aspects that thrived because he failed to toy with them sums him up in a way cult enlistees can’t grasp.  The best businessman of all time couldn’t figure out how to violate every aspect, and he naturally demands credit.

A mature nation needs a different kind of toddler president.  This hasn’t been a place for grownups despite time advancing indifferently.  Anyone with wisdom at any age avoids the current variety which throws tantrums around or past the age of 80.  The ability to restrain shrieking is common amongst many humans in kindergarten who don’t go on to become president.

Thorough adults should seek a presidential option who treats the nation as a visit to a childless aunt’s house.  Respect the wishes of someone who acquired fragile items.  Refraining from smashing like a big boy is part of becoming head of state.  The fact it’s not explains why the state heads the wrong way.

[talesofsonicasura]

Impossible Curse Statistics: Shenanigans

Hey folks! We're on the last part of our Fatal Error Reader shenanigans. This time delving into Jujutsu Kaisen's dark curse filled world. Like seriously, canon barely gives any reprieve unlike Darker Than Black. AND THAT'S SAYING SOMETHING.

Fatal Error Reader here is the stressful single parent ready to punch someone amongst the iterations. Snarky and eager to snap at anyone being dumb except for Yuji. (He gets light scolding.) Any swear words are guaranteed when it comes to those like Sukuna or Gojo.

FE Reader does all they can to give Yuji a great life. There are some difficulties as their inhuman appearance isn't exactly suited for the public. Main reason why Yuji carries around a small electronic device, usually a Tamagotchi, so Fatal Error Reader can hide inside.

The living virus will often hack into people's bank accounts to gather any needed funds for essentials like to the occasional spoiling. Every victim being someone cruel or corrupt from thugs to twisted politicians. Any attempt of the target to trace the drainage always ends with a system crash by the virus.

Fatal Error Reader teaches Yuji to not do anything illegal like they did. (Scaring the shit out of bullies or unnerve others is allowed though.) If someone is gonna commit a necessary evil, then no way would it be their child. Even moreso when Yuji is attacked by a curse on his 8th birthday.

Out of instinct, Fatal Error Reader merged with young boy and obliterate the curse. This sudden union led to a realization that they can fuse together due to some unknown power Yuji held. An ability which has some consequences with some visible.

Instead of becoming part Curse, he becomes part digital virus like FE Reader. The only noticable changes are his new fangs, small claws, reddish eyes and hair becoming a reddish pink. Yuji has an alternate form where the virus side truly manifests.

Four tetrabrachial arms with the upper pair being double in size, skin mimicking FE Reader's fur pattern specifically both color alongside similar properties like the subspace stomach, black eyes but the pupils being red Xs, hair now pinkish red quills, 3 ft taller in size, his mouth become a fang filled jack-o'-lantern maw, long hedgehog ears and 3 pairs of large crimson spike quills on his back.

The living virus still regrets this accidental conversion but Yuji doesn't blame them. He thinks it's an awesome birthday gift despite the realization to come once he is older. Both learn to accept the permanent change as Yuji adjust to his new capabilities.

The events of canon still occur albeit with heavy changes. FE Reader kept Yuji from taking Sukuna's cursed finger in the first place. Malevolent energy radiating off the appendage was enough to earn a Hell No within a few seconds of exposure.

It doesn't stop someone else from taking the item and cause the school to be overrun by Curses like in canon. Megumi questions Yuji at the hospital with the reason being the strange 'energy' the half virus radiates. FE Reader holds down the urge to punch the young man as their son just lost his grandfather minutes ago.

Megumi eats Sukuna's Finger to survive against the Grasshopper Curse while Reader took Yuji's friends to safety. They weren't exactly happy when the possessed boy attacked their son during that time. Yuji taken on his Fatal form to better defend himself until FE Reader interferes.

The living virus ends up fighting against Sukuna before freeing Megumi from the King of Curses. Gojo appears to retrieve the young man and lets the two go since they saved his apprentice. The viral duo however are now mark for capture then execution by the Sorcerer Council.

Nothing like Yuji and Fatal Error Reader has ever been seen before in the history of Jujutsu. The fact both held their own against Sukuna says how strong they could possibly be. A matter made only worse when the King of Curses shares interest in Fatal Error Reader.

He sensed a lot more potential from the living virus than even his current vessel. Sukuna wants FE Reader all for himself. Every last piece of them that he'll use Yuji as bait if needed. The digital entity already show their maternal protectiveness towards the boy.

FE Reader has plenty of snide, colorful threats to go with their punches. Especially as Sukuna loves to piss them off akin to Gojo. Powerful and feisty are fun to mess with in his opinion.

Gojo wants to keep the two alive. Both are interesting individuals and can help him better the world of Jujutsu unlike the corrupt Council. There's also the fact that FE Reader somehow jammed Sukuna's possession over Megumi by eating away at the Curse's power. (I ain't going for everyone has Yuji's mental resistance stereotype.)

A seal type choker has been made from the leftover energy the living virus had left behind. It suppresses Sukuna by eating away at his Curses Energy. However if Megumi overuses his abilities then there's a chance the King of Curses will take control.

This is merely a small chunk compared to the changes I'll be making towards canon. It won't make things easier for FE Reader nor Yuji though. There are plenty of threats gunning for their heads.

Possessive as hell 1000 year old Curse, a corrupt sorcerer council with non corrupt followers in pursuit, Curses and Curse Users that wants to see what makes them tick. Even moreso when the living virus goes Critical once their hunters push too far. If normal FE can eat away Cursed Energy and Critical Error is stronger than base form...

You can sum what could happen with these particular lyrics from Fatality Invasion Mix 2: 'This is my world. It's my art! Your code is mine! Let's restart! Played with my fire, the seal is broken. Unleashed my will, now the grief's awoken.'

That's all I have for now! Until next time folks, I'll see you later!

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 3/5

Book Blurb: Sailor Moon meets Cinder in Guardians of Dawn: Zhara, the start of a new, richly imagined fantasy series from S. Jae-Jones, the New York Times bestselling author of Wintersong. Magic flickers. Love flames. Chaos reigns.

Magic is forbidden throughout the Morning Realms. Magicians are called an abomination, and blamed for the plague of monsters that razed the land twenty years before.

Jin Zhara already had enough to worry about—appeasing her stepmother’s cruel whims, looking after her blind younger sister, and keeping her own magical gifts under control—without having to deal with rumors of monsters re-emerging in the marsh. But when a chance encounter with an easily flustered young man named Han brings her into contact with a secret magical liberation organization called the Guardians of Dawn, Zhara realizes there may be more to these rumors than she thought. A mysterious plague is corrupting the magicians of Zanhei and transforming them into monsters, and the Guardians of Dawn believe a demon is responsible.

In order to restore harmony and bring peace to the world, Zhara must discover the elemental warrior within, lest the balance between order and chaos is lost forever.

Review:

In a world where magic is forbidden a girl trying to appease her mother's cruel whims and protect her blind younger sister all the while keeping her own magical gifts hidden suddenly finds herself on an journey like no other from facing off against monsters, going on dates with a charming man who just happens to be the prince, and finding her own worth. Jin Zhara has had a difficult life, from dealing with the grief of losing her parents to living with an abusive stepmother and working to make ends meet all the while taking cate of a blind younger sister that she might have accidentally blinded when she couldn't control her own magic, did I mention that she has magic that is strictly forbidden from and could have her executed if anyone finds out? The only thing that Zhara does find happiness in is a romance book series that she's been trying to get her hands on. She has a chance encounter with a handsome young man named Han who gets her in contact a secret magical liberation organization called the Guardians of Dawn. Soon Zhara finds herself awakening powers she never knew she had and facing off against demons that have begun plaguing the city. This is the first book in the series. This was a mixture of Cinderella meets Sailor moon and it was a fun read. The romance was cute and both Zhara and Han were an overall cute couple. The magic, demons, and such were a unique part of the story and the conclusion leaves off in a nice way to start the beginning of the second book.

*Spoilers: Zhara finds out she is the Guardian of Fire and she successfully faces off against a corrupt politician who was possessed by a demon. Han reveals his identity as the prince and both Zhara and him confess their feelings for each other and when the battle is over they decide to go off together to warn other guardians that the demons have awaken and are on the loose. Yulana, the princess that was suppose to marry Han is actually a lesbian and is also the guardian of Wind and can astral project (she is interested in the courtesan Jiyi who knows about magic and was helping Zhara).

*Thanks Netgalley and St. Martin's Press, Wednesday Books for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

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Captain America/Steve Rogers Birthday Masterlist 2

part one

and the fireworks are mine tonight (ao3) - steviesunrises (riverdraft) steve/bucky T, 2k

Summary: In all honesty, Steve has stopped caring about his birthday. So, attending a Fourth of July party full of corporate executives and politicians is just par for the course with being Captain America.

The one respite of the night comes in the form of a handsome stranger, a deserted balcony, and the sweetest chocolate cupcakes.

Or, how Steve learns to love his birthday again.

But I Got You (ao3) - papesdontsellthemselves steve/bucky G, 974

Summary: Life is starting to feel less lonely, and Steve has had enough of letting these moments evade him. He figures it’s about time he embrace the community he’s started to make.

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Steve has a quiet, happy birthday.

fuck america, happy birthday steve rogers (ao3) - sadhomosexual steve/bucky G, 622

Summary: Steve and Bucky celebrate Steves 17th Birthday

i hate america buts it's steves birthday so thats what we're celebrating today

or- what better way to say fuck you america than two baby gays celebrating ones birthday in the 1930's

Group Gift (ao3) - the_crown_jules bucky/steve/natasha/sam E, 456

Summary: Steve asks to be ‘tied up until he's begging for it’ for his birthday. That's gonna take teamwork.

Happy Birthday Steve Rogers! (ao3) - CapsWinterSoldier steve/bucky E, 36k

Summary: For Steve’s birthday this year, Bucky gives him a month long gift in the form of naughty “coupons” that choose which sexual or relaxing (but mostly sexual) activity Steve and Bucky will get up to that day.

Happy Birthday, Steve Rogers (ao3) - kuro steve/tony G, 865

Summary: It's Steve's birthday, and Tony gives him a gift.

(There's a MCU and a 616 version, wee.)

How Steve Rogers Ended Up Having A Perfect Birthday (ao3) - Ismene_Jane steve/bucky T, 2k

Summary: The class laughed gamely, professor Carter smiled fondly, and Steve wanted to fucking punch someone in the face.

No, not someone. One person in particular: James Buchanan fucking Barnes.

Knowing Him (ao3) - Anonymous sam/bucky G, 909

Summary: Sam and Bucky miss Steve on his birthday and so they talk about him.

Our first fireworks since the forties (ao3) - Laevateinn steve/bucky G, 100

Summary: Steve and Bucky watching the fireworks together for the first time since the forties.

Red, White, & Woo! (ao3) - SmutConnoisseur steve/bucky E, 4k

Summary: Steve Rogers goes to a concert of his favorite rockstar- the lead singer of Winter Star, on the fourth of July.

The skies afire with our history (ao3) - amour_de_tous G, 5k

Summary: In 1935, Steve and Bucky have the day off work. What do two boys do on a hot summer day to celebrate Steve's birthday? Go to Coney Island, of course, and then watch the fireworks. Because some traditions can't be improved upon.

The stars above... (ao3) - the_crown_jules steve/sam T, 318

Summary: Steve spends a quiet birthday in Wakanda with the people who mean the most to him

The Surprise Party (ao3) - Buckybeardreams steve/bucky T, 1k

Summary: Bucky plans a birthday party for Steve and Steve pretends he doesn't know about it.

to loving (ao3) - christywantspizza steve/bucky E, 3k

Summary: Bucky refuses to let Steve's birthday go by without celebrating and they step forward in their relationship together.

"What's Today?" "Tuesday." (ao3) - DallonsDoritos (ImAHoomanBeaan) steve/bucky G, 1k

Summary: Bucky takes Steve on a rather expensive date, forgetting to say "Happy Birthday" all day long. Steve gets upset and won't talk to him on the ride home. Ft. A Peter Parker adventure with Heelies. And Tony.