#because right now any loss of power or circuit damage would be. troubling

[solidwater05]

I'm watching a video about a nuclear reactor in Minecraft and I understand the nuclear part better than the redstone part. What the fuck is a monostable circuit.

[lupizora]

Phantom Scars

Of all the fics I wanted to post as my first in this fandom, this little character study was an unexpected last-minute addition. Tbh it's more of a headcanon I developed while watching the series because I still can't get over how often Touma loses his arm and it just grows back, no problem! Also, after finishing it the other day, NT Volume 22R owns my entire heart. So, the aftermath we didn't get to see managed to sneak in there at the end haha.

Genre: Angst

Pairing: None

Rating: T 

Word Count: 1116

Summary: People tend to forget that because you can't see the physical evidence of a wound, it doesn't mean there isn't any emotional scarring left behind.

Misfortune.

Bad luck.

Curse.

Kamijou Touma had called many things the ability receding in his right arm during the half-year worth of memories he had. Sometimes he wondered if the person he had been before losing his memories had used different words or had different emotions. His heart refused those thoughts when all sorts of calamities occurred to him every other day.

Not everything related to Imagine Breaker was unlucky. It had also assisted him in saving a lot of people from their personal tragedies, even the entire world once or twice too. He couldn’t renounce or deny it for existing. It remained a part of him, literally and figuratively, whether he wanted it or not.

But there was one thing Touma wished to be different—the fact his right fist didn’t leave any proof behind. Neither of his feats in the battlefield’s aftermath, neither any marks on his body. He had been hurt in his many misadventures or assignments; broken bones, bleeding guts, even losing his entire arm a bunch of times. Thanks to Academy City’s superior doctors, there were no consequences or evidence left behind to prove it all. The only saving grace he had been allowed in this life.

And yet, late at night, when the freeloaders in his dorm were sound asleep, he’d look in the mirror and wonder: Was any of it real?

In less than half a year, Touma had faced against desperate Magicians and power-hungry Espers alike. He had been present when worldwide organizations clashed to the point of wars. He had seen the world disappear in a flash of light and return in a clap of thunder. But he carried no scars to speak off these events. As if they were nothing more than elaborative daydreams, figments of a teenager’s overactive imagination. Recognition wasn’t the goal or the end destination. It would probably bring even more trouble than his ten minutes of glory would accomplish. 

He just wanted his sanity to latch onto something tangible. Having nothing to prove his claims, how was he certain it ever happened?

Memories could be finicky things. Touma knew that more than anyone, being a certified amnesiac and all. So, unless he stuck his head into an MRI scanner, none would ever notice the damaged neurons crisscrossing like fried computer circuits over the soft tissue that mapped his brain. Touma had made sure the people closest to him wouldn’t. After all, he wasn’t some kind of kintsugi pottery for others to put on display. Just an ordinary high school boy—one everyone could find anywhere in Japan—with an unusual right hand.

Touma opened his eyes to several people standing in a circle around him. Friends, acquaintances, former adversaries turned allies; all were sharing similarly concerned expressions. It didn’t stop them from resting their hands in their preferred weapons. As if they were still wary of an attack. No one could blame them; he certainly didn’t. Every person in this room had survived a war, only to get roped into another—so soon and so suddenly—that most were still unaware why it transpired in the first place. They all looked worse for wear, even those that had been on the offensive.

The destruction he and the other had caused in the ballroom flashed before Touma’s eyes. Taking into account only the fights he’d been part of in this skirmish, the damage to the surrounding area was leagues away from his meager budget.

I really hope they don’t make me pay for all this. But then again, my misfortune is— He stopped. His right hand returning to him meant it would restart canceling his good fortune. Instead of dread settling on him like a wet blanket, Touma was joyful. Yeah, my luck is so bad, it might as well happen.

Everyone continued to stare; the tension so thick, someone could cut it with a butter knife.

“What’s with this gloomy atmosphere?” Touma asked with an awkward smile. “If my heart wasn’t beating so loudly, I’d think this is my funeral.”

No one laughed at this poor attempt of a joke. But several shoulders relaxed, and some breathed out a sigh of relief.

“So, it’s safe to assume you’re back to normal?”

“Yup.” Touma clenched his fist. “Everything is here, human skin and all.”

“Wait! These wounds!” Index forced his fingers open again. Cracks painted thunder shapes from the base of his fingernails to his wrist. They didn’t hurt, so he hadn’t paid them much attention. But the silver-haired girl, gripping at his arm like a lifeline, had tears in her emerald eyes. “We can’t heal them now. They are going to scar!”

Maybe the blood loss was responsible, but Touma’s heart felt lighter. If only for a moment, another wish he may have willed into existence had come true. Unlike the one he had just laid to rest; this wasn’t a weight that would bother anyone.

Still, something compelled him to reassure the sobbing girl in front of him. “Don’t be silly, Index. It’s gonna be alright,” Touma said. “This is nothing a couple of bandages can’t fix. And it just so happens I know someone—”

Another girl, the one whose appearance he could never recall, entered his thoughts like a bullet train. Touma turned his head. Those near the ballroom’s busted entrance noticed his expression and stepped aside to clear the view. No one had collapsed in a pool of their own blood there.

“She is safe. The Royal Nurses accompanied her to the hospital.”

“That’s—” His knees buckled— “great.”

Letting go of Index’s hand, Touma collapsed to the floor under their collective cries. Everyone took a step forward, but there was no need to worry. Somehow, he had managed to land in the least damaged area with no glass or wood shards around. It seemed like Lady Luck was smiling his way for a little longer.

Touma waved wobbly to reassure them. “It’s fine,” he said. “I just need to lie down for a moment.”

“But! You should see the doctor too,” Index whimpered. “We need to get you to a normal bed.”

“I don’t want to.” Stretching against the carpet, Touma settled into a comfier position that didn’t pull at his wounds. “That’s too much trouble for Mr. Kamijou right now.”

“Really…” Index’s puffy fairytale dress rustled as she kneeled next to him. “You’re are so immature sometimes.”

“Pot,” he mumbled. “Kettle.”

Index didn’t try to bite off his head. Maybe she didn’t pick on the taunt. Maybe it was pity or even mercy. Whatever it was, Touma didn’t care as he drifted into a well-deserved rest. Such a peaceful moment had been a long time coming, after all.

[ask-mrradiodemon]

Valentine's Day ~ A Radiodust Story

A/N: This story is largely based on the canon of my RP blog, which I'm posting this on now, and the things that have developed here over time, rather than actual character canon. Having said that, each individual should be in character, and I hope you're all able to enjoy nonetheless. Cheers, everyone

Ao3 Link (since SOME people found it early-)

TW: Brief mentions of alcohol and believing love is unrequited

Baking and cooking are often time consuming activities that can take a toll on anyone's health. Doing so for twelve hours straight three days in a row only makes matters worse, and would cause any normal person to pass out. Of course, the radio demon was far from being a normal person, rarely ever needing sleep. But without a moment's rest, exhaustion was bound to take over at some point. Alastor nearly failed to arrive to the venue on time.

But not quite.

The room in question was something that had previously been old and abandoned; a ballroom in the back of the hotel, complete with a stage up front and a floor made for dancing. It took Niffty nearly a full day to clean up the cobwebs, dust, and creatures that had made it their home, but with the light shining in that space by the end, it was more than worth it. The empty room wasn't enough, though, of course. Decorations had to be put around as well, and with Alastor busy with the food preparations, that task was assigned to none other than...

"Charlie, you've done splendid! Absolutely marvelous!" It was more than a relief when she heard that her decorations were up to Alastor's standards. During the hour of him inspecting each individual piece, only a few tweaks were made. Moving a banner two inches to the left, tightening the knot that held a balloon to the ground, going so far as to change the color of the tablecloth where the food was meant to be placed. Charlie hadn't been nearly as busy lately, but she still worked hard as hell on that. With her work in place and finished, Alastor dismissed her to go get ready for the evening's events.

"So are you gonna fuckin' tell me why you're doing this to begin with?"

Ah, the telltale voice of a drunk man. Not that Alastor was surprised, of course. Without hesitation, he simply made his way over to the barman's table, upon which laid a dozen different drink types. Coffee, hot chocolate, lemonade (pink and regular), tea, juice, and even the soda Alastor had hazardously taken from the upper world's. Under the table, just barely hidden by the cloth, was a large bottle of fine wine: Husk's motivation to be here.

"Well I believe I've said it before, my dear! I've never celebrated an event such as this, and a dance is the perfect method to encourage camaraderie and building relationships among staff!"

Husk was not the least bit impressed. "Right, so that's your canned response you've been givin' to everyone for the past two weeks. In case you don't remember, I've known you longer than these assholes, and you're not like that. So spill."

Alastor didn't respond immediately to the… Question? It was more like an order. Either he had to think of a convincing enough lie, or tell the truth. And since the latter was not an option, and Husk had already broken through several of the excuses Alastor had given, there weren't many options left.

"If you're just gonna give me more bullshit, then don't even bother saying anything." Ding.

"Very well then! I won't! Make sure you're on time this evening, six o' clock sharp!" With that, Alastor simply walked away, with Husk facepalming in the background.

Only ten in the morning! There's so much left to prepare! Hot chocolate couldn't be made more than an hour early, and many of the foods had to be fresh and warm to ensure they were at top quality. At least the cookies, cake, and appetizers had been finished the night before; things would be slightly easier today.

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Alastor was never grateful to have an extra pair of hands assisting him. Or, well… three pairs.

"So? You got it figured out yet?" While Arakniss worked on following the recipes that had been laid out for him, Alastor was gathering ingredients for the ones yet to come. Many of which, he promptly dropped after hearing that question. That gave Niss a much needed chuckle; no matter how many times they talked about this, it never failed to send Alastor short circuiting.

“Yes, well… I believe so? Things have been… Written out, and… Well the decorations are gorgeous, you should see them!”

Niss only rolled his eyes at the nervous deflection. “You’re gonna do fine, dance lessons will come in handy soon. Be dancin’ with my fratello before the night’s over, easy.”

Somehow, the thought of that wasn’t as comforting as it should have been. For that to happen, Alastor would actually have to go through with his confession, and Angel would have to actually accept it. Even with that low likelihood, if it managed to happen, Alastor’s online lessons in tango may not have been near enough to actually perform it well. In front of everyone else that was invited.

"There's a very good chance I could step on his feet. Hooves are a bit more rough than normal shoes."

Niss gave a half laugh, half scoff at that. "Look, you're gonna do just fine. I know it pretty decent, you need some last minute practice?"

Alastor glanced up to the clock. Three hours left, and most things only took a few minutes to prepare…

"That would be quite nice."

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So far, things had run smoothly. Husk wasn't offering anyone alcohol, Niffty was cleaning up the little spills and crumbs, and the dessert table was quite the success. Almost all the savory and sweet things had been eaten, with Angel seeming to take a particular favor to the strawberry cookies. Though, if Alastor had been honest, he wasn't paying much attention to everyone else. With Angel's plus one being Cherri, they'd had enough fun with all the energetic songs to make time fly past. Alastor had tried choosing the playlist for the evening, but Vaggie took over that quickly once she saw the old things he was choosing.

Thirty minutes left until everyone's curfew. Thirty minutes left until the end of the event. And Alastor hadn't said a single word to anyone besides Husk, about refilling the drinks when things ran low, and Charlie, assuring her he was keeping an eye out for any damages while she enjoyed the night with her girlfriend.

It was now. Or it was never. Alastor gave a gesture to some stranger that had been volunteered to run the music, and it was cut off as the radio demon made his way onto the center of the small stage.

"I hope you're all having an enjoyable time here. I simply wish to say a few words, a toast, if you will, without the drinks. To our honorable staff members, that worked hard to make this event what it was." Only Charlie was the one aware that was bullshit, that Alastor had planned everything out himself and only allowed the others to help if absolutely necessary. He'd done a very good job of hiding the bags under his eyes, she noticed.

“As you all know, I have given many speeches throughout both life and death. Though many have been broadcast, many a time has it been an intimate gathering among those I… used to consider my friends. As one might predict, never in those speeches have I been at a loss for words or needing to plan things out. Until of course… Now. Perhaps it is because you are no longer strangers, and yet you are far from friends either.”

“I told you we couldn’t trust him.” As quiet as Vaggie’s words were, Alastor’s ears picked them up easily. His smile faltered for only a second, unnoticeable to anyone besides his newfound friend Arakniss, standing in the doorway out of sight.

“You see, in the many months since I joined this staff, I have grown to consider you all as…”

...of course. Alastor knew this was going to happen. Each time he tried to show any kind of gratitude, his throat closed up and he was unable to say the dreaded, emotional words. At least, this time, he had prepared.

“Family.”

To say that everyone was shocked, not only at the appearance of Alastor’s shadow clone standing proud next to him, but at the words it said, would be a terrible understatement.

“It is no secret to most of you that I have… unusual levels of difficulty expressing certain emotions, whereas my “friends” here have no trouble at all.” The last part of that phrase was said with slight menace, though not towards any of the members of the hotel; he was quick to learn how his shadows had been finishing his thoughts recently, filling everyone in on the feelings he would rather have kept hidden. There was a reason most of them, all except Al’s own, were banned from the event.

“As such, I am placing my trust in my other half,” accented with a bow while Alastor gestured towards it, “to help me today, and to ensure my meaning is not changed due to my own inability to speak my mind. Beginning with Charlie…”

As soon as the name was spoken, the shadow was no longer by his side, now standing in front of Charlie with a smile. Naturally, Vaggie reached for her concealed knife, but the shadow simply reached out a hand to take Charlie’s own, placing a small kiss on the top of it.

“When I first arrived here, I did not hesitate to let you know exactly what I thought of this idea of yours. Though I still do not believe the end to your means is possible, you have still managed great success, in your own way. Just look around!” Alastor twirled in a circle, using his microphone to gesture to the crowd in front of him. “More and more people are smiling like they never have before! Whether your ultimate goal ends in complete failure, or minor success…”

Silence. And then another gesture with his microphone, this time to the shadow, who spoke in his characteristic deeper, distorted version of the radio demon’s own voice.

“Your kind heart has made a great influence on many people. Hell is lucky to have someone such as yourself to be next in line for power.”

Ignoring the shocked expression on each face, the shadow moved on before anyone was able to comment on the uncharacteristic compliment, stepping to stand in front of Vaggie and perform the same gesture. Or at least, attempting to do so before she pulled her hand away. In response, the shadow simply crossed its hands behind its back.

"My dear, I'm well aware that I have done very little in an attempt to impress you, or not rebut the many tales you've heard of my name. In truth, I'm gar more used to having enemies than friends. If anything, you had the most expected reaction!" With that came a chorus of laughter, all background noises created by Alastor himself. Surprisingly, she didn't consider this situation funny.

"But, regardless of your views on me, allow me to share my opinion of you. Rather abrasive, tough, and perhaps too defensive." Vaggie looked as though she was ready to run upstage and punch him, only held back by Charlie's hand on her arm. "Yet undoubtedly, you are strong-willed and protective. Indeed, an admirable quality, one that I self proclaim to share." A quick bow and gesture of the microphone, a humble gesture though it contradicted the previous phrase. "It is for this reason that I greatly… respect and admire you.  Perhaps one day, I can earn your favor, as you have mine."

The shadow moved with obvious intention past Angel Dust, but if anyone in the crowd noticed, they didn't comment. Rather, it made its way straight to the bar, quickly summoning a bottle of fine wine rather than attempting any sort of contact.

"Husk! My old friend! I trust that you've warmed up to me more since your arrival, my part in recent events having /nothing/ to do with that, I'm sure."

The resulting middle finger gave Alastor all the hint he needed; keep it short, the relationship was Arakniss wasn't public knowledge yet. "But regardless of that, or the intoxicating reasons you've chosen to say, you've done each individual here- a great service by staying, and we are lucky to have you."

The shadow didn't need to approach Niffty; she had been following it around since the beginning, and now its eyes were on her.

"My darling, you're quite the hard worker at this establishment. Enjoy it or not, you've likely done more work in a day than I ever have as co-owner! Though your job isn't what I'd like to mention." If anything, she was more confused than anyone else. "You're rather invasive, you like to listen in on my private conversations, and you are very persistent in matters that are, frankly, none of your business.” Niffty looked almost heartbroken. “However, in doing so, you are never critical or judgemental. Rather, you are kind, encouraging, understanding. For each of these reasons combined, you are the obnoxious, lovable little sister I never had.” The shadow dissipated as she tried to hug the incorporeal being, but a hand ruffled her hair to reduce the disappointment regardless.

“As for the final member of our staff-” The shadow quietly approached Angel before Al held out a hand to stop it. “We will speak another time.” The quiet whispers in certain patches showed that he wasn’t the only one who knew precisely what that phrase meant, but of course the shadow couldn’t simply leave things up to fate. Rather, he told a hold of angel’s face once the crowd’s attention was redirected, whispering “mon cher” in his ear, so quietly no one but Angel could hear. He may not have spoken a word of french, but with the odd seductive tone, he at least hoped he could figure out the meaning.

“But, enough of the sappy things. It’s a wonderful night! Célébrer, my friends, celebrate!”

Angel was quick to run as the peaceful buzz started and anyone could ask questions, as was Arakniss, but to stop Alastor from collapsing as soon as he was out of sight. His knees buckled and Niss was the only thing stopping him from hitting the floor.

“...what have I just done?”

Arakniss didn't have a fast enough answer before Angel came in through the back door, looking unusually pissed off. "Al, what the fuck was that about!?" Immediately, Alastor stood up and pushed away the guiding arm that was intended to steady him.

"I- My apologies, but-"

"You're really gonna go and say nice shit to everyone but me? And make it fuckin' obvious? Geez, if you really hated me that bad you shoulda just said so." Angel had a lot more to say, but with Niss standing behind Alastor motioned for him to shut the fuck up, he kept quiet for only a second.

"I… did not wish to… say certain things in front of the staff, is all."

"Well go on and spit it out then, I'm listening-"

"This is quite difficult enough without your argument, if you would please allow me to speak."

Something about the sincerity, and unusual level of fear, in Alastor's voice made Angel fall silent as Arakniss excused himself out the back door. A quick memory came of the phrase the shadow had said to him, though it didn't last long once it showed up again, taking Angel's hand as it had Charlie's.

"You're very… irritating. You're overly lewd, and brash, and there's many things about you that spark my wrath easier than anything." Alastor couldn't get any further than that, and an awkward silence followed. Angel staring with a mix of anger and confusion, while Alastor felt his face growing brighter red with each passing second. They had a script to follow. Just like the ones he had written for everyone else. Yet he couldn't remember a single word of it. Part of him just wanted to run, allow Angel to finish enjoying his night, and never speak of this moment again. Part of him also knew he'd never forgive himself if he did that.

"You're enchanting." No going back now. His shadow had full control, and all Alastor could do was stand there and watch. "I can't express how much I care for you. My eyes have been on you since the first day we met. Your eyes, your voice, your personality… All beautiful. I'd give you the world should you ask for it. I've been enamoured with you since the day we met, and I'd be honored if I could call you mine."

There was silence for about a minute, and no one moved. Angel held an unreadable expression, and Alastor's heart broke when he eventually pulled the hand away. Here comes the rejection he knew would happen. At least now, he could be able to move on.

"Look, Al… you're… really amazing, like… Holy shit, I…" Angel laughed and shook his head, pushing back his hair with one hand. "If I had any kinda common sense I'd shove ya against the wall now and kiss ya, but…" He nervously glanced at the shadow, and Alastor's heart rose into his throat as he realized what might need to be done.

"It's… Weird. Not havin' you say it. I mean it's you, but… Not really. And it's kinda hard to believe it's real if I'm not hearing it from you."

Alastor wasn't sure what exactly Angel expected him to do. But what he actually did was nod silently as his smile began to fade, and walk out the door, leaving the distraught shadow behind with a shocked expression.

"Don't look at me like that! It's fuckin weird, like if my brother had just gone and told him all the stuff I think about him. You can't blame me for that!" It didn't respond, fading out into the darkness. Angel didn't have much choice but to head out back to the party, where the final song was playing. A tango. Hand-picked, for the dance that Alastor had spent over a month learning, not that Angel would ever learn that now.

For the first time, Alastor allowed himself to cry in front of someone else as soon as he met Arakniss outside.

He cared. He really did. Angel cared for him.

But that meant nothing if Alastor couldn't learn to say the words out loud for himself. Such a bittersweet feeling. Besides the occasional choked sobs, not a sound left his mouth. If he couldn't learn to say the words, all his work will have been for nothing. Somehow, knowing that was worse than if he had just been turned down.

It had been over two weeks since Alastor had attempted to sleep, and four days since he had any rest at all. Too busy.

"When you allow your heart to lead you, it drives you off a cliff."

[captaindaddykru]

everything is icy and blue (and you would be there too)

When Eligius XV-b gets stranded on a on a faraway planet made of snow on the corner of the middle of nowhere, Captain Blake does definitely not think a snowball fight is the logical next step. His crew has other plans.

A fic written for Sara @kindclaws for @bellarke-secretsanta. I really hope you like it. Read on AO3 or under the cut. Happy holidays!

The blare of an alarm makes him surge awake seconds after he’s finally fallen into a slumber, pressing the palms of his hands to his eyes briefly to repress the urge to scratch them out. Clarke barely stirs beside him. An orange light flashes through the room with an exponentially high speed so Bellamy quickly scrambles forward to the touchscreen comm system next to his baydoor. “Shaw?”

“Cap. We got a situation,” it’s Raven instead, even though he explicitly told her she needed some sleep after that scare they had — he checks his watch — all of thirty-six minutes ago. “That meteor storm we passed through — me and St. John used the force of gravitational acceleration instead of relying on regular DAM, but the engine must’ve idled for too long and now the fuel isn’t vaporizing in the carburettor. I’ve tried throttling it but it looks like the alternator gave out after that hit we took —”

Bellamy racks his brain, trying to keep up with her, but he’s barely slept and he’s definitely no engineer. His voice is rough with sleep as he barks, cutting her off mid-sentence, “Translation?”

“Boom!” She snaps through the comm system, her voice slightly distorted as the overhead lights start to flicker, power surging on and off in flashes, the ship hovering to the right for a second before the backup generator kicks in. “It means fucking boom if we don’t land somewhere, fast.”

That’s about the short version of how they end up on a giant snowball, eTNO Unidentified Planet 99, on the outer rim of the Polis System, hacking up smoke. The longer version includes a tense improvised six minute autorotative descent, an impossibly rocky emergency landing with multiple on-board explosions included, sweat rolling down his back, Jasper deeming the planet ‘ O-LAF ’ at the most inappropriate of times, and a lot of yelling.

Like eardrum splitting yelling. He’s still panting, yanking off his helmet and tossing it aside so he can take a real breath. He looks around the room, everybody seems relatively fine. A few are groaning or trying to slow their breathing, re-collecting their bearings but he thinks they’ll live.

“Emergency lockdown, all systems out of order. Please follow protocol Evacuation Procedure.” ALIE’s — their ship’s interactive AI’s consciousness — voice keeps booming over the overhead announcement speakers, stuck on repeat. “Emerge-Emergency lockdown. Downlock Emerge. Gencydown Lock. Lock. Lock. Emergency. Order out.”

“Short-circuit during landing must’ve fried the girl,” Shaw yells over the loud alarm blaring, unfastening his seatbelts to walk over to a nearby control board. He starts typing furiously, ALIE continues to have a public break down. “Protocol. Fol-low-low. Proto. Low. Col. L-l-l-ol. Lol. Lol. Lol. Lol. Lol.”

“Glad someone’s enjoying themselves,” Murphy grumbles, rolling his neck in circles with a pained look on his face.

Shaw presses a big red button in the middle of the control panel and her voice distorts before it shuts off completely. In addition, the alarms finally shut up, only the flashing orange light streaking across their ship in pulses. He smirks, a little prideful, hands on his hips as he admires the looks of relief on everybody’s face.

“Thank God,” Raven breathes, wiping some sweat off her forehead with the back of her wrist as she slumps back into her seat. One of her co-pilots, Emori reaches out her first for a congratulatory bump, because a successful landing doesn’t mean it’s not a bumpy ride.

“So, O-LAF?” Jasper cuts in, a plethora of voices breaking out to tell him to shut the fuck up in various degrees of annoyed, raging from ‘ bothered ’ to ‘ ready to put him on an ejection seat and say bye-bye ’.

Bellamy rolls his eyes, deciding to let someone else take it this time as he shifts his head to the side, eyes zeroing in on Clarke. She’s struggling with the buckle of her seatbelt, her hands trembling and a crease in between her brows.

“Damnit,” he hears her mutter under his breath as he comes close enough, patting Miller on the shoulder on his way there. It’s a small gesture of ‘ glad you’re still alive ’ that they all have down by now. Even if they’re just on a scientifically based exploratory mission, trouble still runs into them on the regular.

Bellamy crouches down in front of her, stilling her hands with his. He looks up at her, searching her face for any signs of distress, but bar from the small cut on her forehead, she seems unharmed. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she mumbles, the frustration she was holding in her shoulders deflating at the sight of him as she lets out a shaky exhale.

He doesn’t dare look at her straight the eye as he raises his eyebrows, busying himself by checking out the cut on her forehead and brushing away a few strands of her hair, but he can’t keep the skepticism out of his voice. “And—”

The laceration is shallow, just a scratch. She grits her teeth, the tone of her voice making his eyes snap back up to hers. They’re a dark, geomagnetic lunar radiation storm kind of blue, swirling with heat. “ Fine . Bellamy.”

“Okay,” he concedes, even if he’s not fully satisfied with her answer. It’s why he can’t shut up immediately. “It’s just that I’m not used to seeing you affected so much. This landing was a breeze compared to when we were part of that fighting unit—”

“Bellamy,” she seethes, cupping his chin, fingers digging into his cheeks even if there’s a small amount of amusement layered in her gaze now. “ Fine .”

He clamps his mouth shut, giving her a small nod. He trusts her more than himself, so if she says she’s fine, he’ll just have to believe she is. Finally, he reaches for her seatbelt, unbuckling it skillfully.

Bellamy smirks, but she cuts in before he can let it get too smug. “Don’t.”

He helps pull her up from her seat with both hands, and they return to the rest of the group to find them fully immersed in a speculatory discussion about the planet they just crashed, covered in a blanket of white snow. Or at least, they hope it’s snow. You never know.

“Is it breathable?” Harper wonders, hands on her hips as she stares at the dwindling snowflakes outside through their front windshield. There’s a look of awe on her face, and Bellamy knows she’s from a small system of star planets on the left-border of the solar Sanctum region. She must’ve never seen anything like it before.

“I’m not sure,” Raven grunts, eyes fixated on the control board in front of her, even as it malfunctions, a blue hue from the screen covering her face. The taps of her fingers get rougher and rougher with each press until he’s not fully convinced it couldn’t just be classified as punching, “ALIE didn’t complete her planetary readings before she shut down.”

“If it is I would like to collect some samples,” Monty pipes in, to which Jasper elbows him, overexagerratingly subtle, snorting, “Yeah, yeah, and with that he means he would like to go outside and make a snow angel.”

“Shut up. It’s for science,” he counters, eyes narrowed into sliths as he rubs his sore side. Some would say it was a bet taking two unexperienced scientists fresh from college onto his crew, but he’d argue and say they keep morale high, just as import.

“You’re a botanist,” Jasper deadpans, look on his face sobering. “The whole thing is covered in snow as far as we can see.”

Before the other wonder twin can form a response their main pilot roars, “God!”, slamming her first into the panel.

“Hey. Hey.” Shaw grabs Raven’s hand with his, tugging her a step back from the command panel until she’s tucked under his arm. “Easy on the Genius-on-Genius violence.”

“Okay,” Emori says it like a conclusion, swerving the seat closer to the panel and plopping down on it. Her metal prosthesis makes a clicking noise as it moves over the touchscreen to type.  “I think if we can get ALIE back up, we’ll need about 30 minutes to find out.”

“While we wait, I would like to bring O-LAF back up for discus—”

Shaw just manages to hold Raven back, her fist already raised in the air.

“Alright,” Bellamy shouts authoritatively, slipping his fingers from Clarke’s to hold up his hands in a steadying manner. “While Emori works on getting ALIE back, how about we assess the damage to the rest of the ship? Keep busy?” His eyes flicker over to Jasper, half-hiding behind Monty while Raven still glowers at him with venom. “Maybe it’s best if we all split up, yeah? Cover more ground.”

Everybody goes off in pairs, and he stays behind to check up with Emori before going to find Clarke. It doesn’t take long to discover her in front of the bay window on the bridge by herself, fingers wrapped around the railing in front of it as she stares outside.

Even after all these years, the fights, the victories and the losses, the scars and the scares, the hard decisions and the easier ones — she still manages to take his breath away.

It’s hard to imagine that up until a few short years ago they despised each other. Bellamy, a second captain to a battle fleet, and Clarke, designated field medic, always finding something to disagree on. It was fun , fighting with her, anything not to be thinking about how, during those days, they lost pieces of who they were mission by mission, chipping away at them with each impossible decision and lost comrade. Then she almost died, and then she almost died again , and then he figured that if she liked him saving her life so much, maybe they shouldn’t be wasting any more time. Together, they put in their transfer requests the day after they got married.

Bellamy can’t say he doesn’t miss the action, but, despite them being ten times smaller, interstellar explorer missions that are someday going to change science and then life as they know it — pretty awesome, too, if you ask him. Besides, he was promoted to captain and has his own ship now, gets to pick his own crew, and it means everything — everything — knowing she’s not constantly out there risking her life anymore. All that really matters is that she’s safe.

He clears his throat in an effort not to scare her, coming up beside her. “Hey.”

“Hi,” she says, and it takes another second for her to tear her gaze off the snowstorm outside, blinking up at him with a soft smile on her face before leaning her cheek against his shoulder.

Bellamy muffles a gruff chuckle. “You tired?”

She rubs her face against him, maybe to wake herself up more, her eyes droopy nonetheless. “A little.”

He wraps his arm around her shoulder so she can lean more of her weight on his chest, rubbing her bicep slowly. “I really hoped we’d make it back in time.”

In time for the holidays. Meizenbranahoud , which roughly translates to a beautiful new world. It’s not an exact science, since time doesn’t work the same everywhere in the universe, but roughly every six-hundred Earth days they celebrate the beginning of a new period of time. After the war it was a way for them to remember their fallen, celebrate their heroes and keep hope alive that change would come. It’s symbolic for leaving the past behind and starting over new, better people. A time everyone typically shares with family and friends.. And of course, the perfect excuse to get drunk and eat until they’re about to burst for most.

“Yeah,” Clarke mumbles, stifling a yawn, “Would’ve been nice to see mom and Octavia.”

He doesn’t want to talk about Octavia and feel a weird kind of sad but happy right now, so instead he focuses his gaze on the world outside. “Pretty,” he says, absently, glancing down at her.

She hums in agreement, fingers clutching his shirt lightly. “We haven’t seen snow in a while.”

Their last planet was a sandy desert, the one before that made out of glass. There was one that was just an ocean, and last year they went to a moon with two suns. It had a lot of forests, but no snow.

They should probably join their friends into figuring out exactly what level of screwed they are, that is if they ever want to get out of here, but Bellamy trusts his technical crew to get them home, no matter what. Over the years, they’ve learned to take in the view. The planet seems to be overcast by dreamlike blue-ish aurorae, and there’s a gleam in the thick layer of snow covering the ground like it’s made out of tiny little diamonds.  

There’s an excited yelp far down the hall from them, then his favorite co-pilots voice echoes through the corridors, “Everyone to the control room please. Emori is a genius. I repeat Emori is a genius and you all suck.”

Clarke makes an amused sound in the back of her throat as she pulls away to look at him, and he bites back a smile, nudging his head towards the general area of the control room.

Once they wander in, others trickling in at their own pace, ALIE’s familiar robotic voice is already blasting through the ship again. “Eligius XV-b approved for re-entry. All systems active. Clear for Touchdown Procedure. Initiating Touchdown Procedure. All shields are disengaged. Standby for airlocks depressurizing. ”

“I fixed her,” Emori beams at them over her shoulder from over by the panel, her long brown hair held down by a scarf falling down her back, still working furiously. Graphics show up on the holographic screen behind it, showcasing the atmospheric composition of the planet, the availability of energy sources, weather conditions and predictions, and most importantly, the level of breathable oxygen in the air.

“And in under twenty minutes?” Raven squeezes her shoulder in respect, sinking down in the seat beside her with her lips pursed and her eyebrows raised. “I’m impressed.”

“You know what they say,” Murphy smirks, arms crossed over his chest as he slithers up in front of the information screen. In a team full of scientist, engineers, pilots, medics and people with a military background — he is definitely the odd one out. He’s mostly just here because Emori said she wouldn’t come without him, but he’s picked up some useful skills over the missions they’ve spent together. He’s a great cook, very creative with the little rations they have which mostly consist out of algae. “The student becomes the master.”

“Airlocks depressurizing in three, two, seven, zero, shield, thirty, st-standby, standby—” Emori slams her metal hand down on a button in the middle of the panel, cutting her off abruptly. There’s a sheepish look on her face. “ Okay , she’s not fully recovered yet, but I know a thing or two about rehabilitation.”

“Ha,” Raven counters, dryly. Smug smirk on her face. “Plenty to learn.”

“So how soon can we get out of here?” Bellamy is still wishful-thinking that they might make it back in time to see his sister before she embarks on her next solar system tour. He barely sees her nowadays, and the holidays are the only time of the year she won’t make up excuses not to come home and he won’t have to feel selfish for asking her to. There’s so much to see , she’d tell him, eager enthusiasm evident in her green eyes even through a hologram, and I want to see it all .

Their engineer slash pilot is studying a diagram on the holographic screen in front of her, turning the image with her hands. It must be ALIE’s analysis of the engine. “We should be able to fix the alternator within the next ten minutes, actually.”

“What?” Jasper exclaims, suddenly interested in the conversation. He’s actually disappointed, it’s all over his face.

“It’s make or break it, really,” Emori adds, dimple forming in her forehead, suddenly sobered from her previous enthusiasm. “I’ve been trying to reach the base, but ALIE’s reach is limited now her brain got fried.”  

“So if Raven can’t fix the alternator, we’re screwed?” Clarke concludes, her eyebrows wrinkled together. He keeps telling her that she has Resting Frown Face, always worried about something. This time, he has to agree with her.

He’s already pushing himself up from the panel he was leaning against, opening his mouth to jump in and really just get deeply into the fact about how they have to get home, but Raven is already scoffing, obviously deeply offended. “Of course I can fix the alternator.”

“I know you can fix anything,” Clarke muses, sending her a grin with just the barest gleam of her teeth before she presses, validly so, “But what if there’s nothing left to fix?”

She might be a genius, but she’s not a God. She can’t make an alternator appear out of thin air. What if it’s damaged beyond repair? The engineer just rolls her eyes, shrugging her sleek ponytail off her shoulder as she holds up two hands, emphasising, “Ten minutes.”

Clarke nods minutely, worries eased and apparently giving in. They’ve learned to trust Raven can practically make wine out of water and save all of their asses with that same wine. She’s never one to hold back on the truth and she wouldn’t say she could fix it if she couldn’t. He does, too, trust her, just — not his own luck, and it has him on edge.

“I’ll still need those samples,” Monty innocently announces, hands clasped behind his back as he turns to their captain with a hopeful look on his face.

With a sigh and his hands on his hips, he turns to their other pilot, examining more of ALIEs screening results. “Emori, how’s it looking?”

She tilts her head slightly, and it’s almost like there’s a flash of disappointment across her eyes before she reveals, “No sign of hostile life-forms.”

Bellamy clenches his jaw, thinking it over. Ten minutes. They’re here anyway. Might as well collect some specimen just in case they discover the cure to cytostatics-resistant hyperradiated cancer or something. “Fine,” he grits, reluctantly. “Just the samples and then we’re out of here.”

“I’ll come to guard,” Miller announces, patting the blazer pistol in his thigh holster. “In case ALIE’s raving and there’s feral polar bears or something.”

“Or something,” Bellamy says, skeptically, eye-roll implied. He knows him, and he knows he’s trying very hard to keep the enthusiasm out of his voice. He knows because Miller rarely gets enthusiastic about anything , considering he’s too cool for that.

Harper puts her arm around Miller’s shoulder, squeezing and swaying them from side to side for a brief second. “I’m coming too.”

“I have some ideas for a flag—” Jasper starts, holding up a finger, and Bellamy physically cannot listen to him speculate about O-LAF and in what way he’s going to stake claim to the icy land surrounding them.

“You can all go, I don’t care,” he cuts him off with an authoritative tone to his voice, even if it’s too worn down by exhaustion to really pack a punch. “Just be back within the next ten minutes.”

There’s a few soft cheers and a few louder ones, and he swears to God, sometimes he feels like the only responsible adult amongst them. He shakes his head, shifting his head to look at Clark. “Can you believe these idiots?” He lets out an exasperated huff of air at the look on her face, her rounded eyes and pink lips rolled together. “You want to go too, don’t you?”

“Come on,” she teases, all innocence now gone from her face as she tugs on the hem of his shirt. “It’s snow. You used to know how to have fun.”

His face remains blank. If that’s her only argument, it’s not very convincing. “Low blow, Griffin.”

“Funny coming from you, considering it’s all you ever you to tell me.” She steps back from him, raising her eyebrows as she imitates him, an over exaggeratedly deep tone to her voice, “ You’re no fun, Clarke. You always have to be so serious, princess. Clarke, you never —”

“Are you through?” His eyebrows shoot up, unimpressed look on his face. Of course he’ll come with her. Like he’d let her go by herself. She should know this by now. “Hurry up before I change my mind.”

Clarke — “ Doc !” — catches the jacket Harper throws her as she passes the control room on her way to the entrance hatch, and starts to put the blue, glimmering garment on. “You can change your mind all you want, I’m going outside.”

“Of course you are,” he sighs, scrubbing his face tiredly with one of his palms. It’s not like he’s scared of cold, or snow, or even an abominable snowman. Besides, Clarke can take care of herself. Sometimes she’s better at taking care of herself than him. It’s just that ever since — he’s just stupidly, erratically scared . Not of anything in particular, just something. Imminent doom lingering in the back of his mind every time they’re in separate rooms.

See, he doesn’t care if he makes a mistake and he screws up his own life. And at least Clarke is an independent adult who makes her own decisions and could survive it if he messes up. He just cannot live with the fact it might be his fault if something happens to him, her or to be further specified in the future.

It’s a little — just a tiny bit — pathetic, which is the only reason why he hasn’t talked to her about it. Even though he’s pretty sure she’s got him all figured out.

“It’ll be fine,” Clarke reminds him, sliding her hands up his chest to rest on his shoulders. Her fingers dig in lightly, a laugh in her voice. “It’s just a little snow.”

He exhales loudly, taking the knitted cap she’s pulling from one of her pockets and pulling it over her hair himself. He smooths it out with both hands, letting them slide down to palm her cheeks. The corners of his mouth turn up weakly. “You heard them, their might be polar bears.”

Her fingers wrap around his wrists, cynical tone to her voice. “I’m sure you’ll protect us.”

One of his hands drops down, resting over her lower belly. There’s not much to feel yet, especially not covered by the thick layers of synthetic insulation, just a small bump that really only the two of them know is there.

“Stop being so dramatic,” Clarke groans, pulling his other hand off her face to connect their fingers. She nudges her head. “Come on, let’s find you a jacket.”

Begrudgingly, he follows her toward the equipment room, and it’s a mere thirty seconds before she’s dragging him down the steep ramp leading outside, loud crispy sounds under his boots every time they slam down into the ground. The air is frosty, raw to his skin, and the snow is up to his ankles.

To his credit, Monty is actually squatted down a few hundred metres ahead, shovelling snow into  differently colored lab tubes while Miller holds them in his arms dutifully, not even blinking each time he adds another one on top of the pile. But, up ahead, Jasper is using one of their kitchen trays to sled down a small hill while Harper just watches; arms crossed over her chest, hip slightly jutted out, shaking her head, and refusing to flinch when he nearly flies off it. Off to their left, Shaw and Emori construct a snowman with their mitten-covered hands. They  instructed Murphy to go find ‘ something ’ that could resemble a nose, but as far as they can see there’s just snow, not a plant or rock in sight. He almost feels sorry for the guy.

Clarke holds out her hands, trying to catch the snowflakes. When it doesn’t prove a very effective strategy, she crouches down, dipping her hands into the snow only to let it filter through her fingers and back onto the ground. Her nose is a little red and the smile on her face is definitely worth it, he decides.

Monty holds open a cooler bag so Miller can drop all the tubes in it, zipping it up as they cross the distance to the two of them. He shoulders it higher, nodding at his captain. “I got what I needed.”

“Great,” Bellamy concludes, self-righteous tone to his voice. They all saw the snow, he got to see Clarke’s smile, they’re all settled. “Then we can leave.”

“Just five more minutes,” Emori pipes up, reaching up to flick a snowflake out of her eyelashes. “We’re almost —”

Jasper slides past her, crashing right through her snowman. He rises to his feet slowly, wiping the snow off his ass before taking off his goggles to assess the damage with an “ oops ”.

“Done,” Shaw fills in, deadpanning as they both stare at their now flat creation, the female pilot’s hand still frozen in the air with a clump of snow in it. As if on cue, Murphy finally returns with a a small branch he got from God knows where, proceeds to see what’s left of the snowman, and tosses it onto the ground with overbearing frustration.

“Urgh!” Emori cups her hands together around a heap of snow, forming a small ball which she aims at Jasper’s neck. It explodes onto his chest, seeping into the inside of his coat. Instead of being angry, he laughs, loudly, shaking out his torso by plucky his jacket off his body.

For some reason, Bellamy knows exactly where this is leading even before he opens his mouth, throwing in a pre-emptive eye roll just because. “Snowball fight!” Jasper announces predictably, dunking a handful of snow on top of Harper.

The blonde shudders at the slush running down the back of her neck. “Oh, it’s on .”

No, he thinks, absolutely not. Bellamy just wants to go inside and get away from here. He’s being paranoid, he knows he is. Of course Raven is going to fix their ship. They won’t be stranded here forever. Yet his skin crawls with the possibility of it. It doesn’t look like there’s many sources of food anywhere near them, and they don’t even know if the water is drinkable. How would they survive? He doesn’t much care about himself, but what about Clarke and his friends and the baby? He knows he’s spiraling, and he can’t stop it. He’s on edge, and he knows it turns him into an insufferable asshole, and yet he can’t stop that either. He’s so self-reflective, if only he could do anything to fix it.

So he stands there, arms crossed over his chest, seething as he watches the scene unfold in front of him. “Oh fuck yes,” Miller pulling his arm back behind his head to aim his next hit at Murphy, snowflakes covering his beanie and stuck in his eyebrows. “Been waiting for this for months. ”

It’s just beyond him how they don’t seem to get it. Bellamy grumbles, “We’re stuck on a planet in the middle of nowhere with no ways of contacting our base and you guys want to screw around and play with sno—” As if on cue, a snowball hits him straight in the face cutting him off.

Jasper has the nerve to look sheepish, sending him a cheeky grin as Bellamy wipes the leftover snow off his face. Okay, he takes a calming breath, rolling his shoulders to get rid of the chill running down his back, o-fucking-kay. His wife, of all people, is laughing the loudest out of everyone. So he makes sure that, after he dunks Jasper headfirst into a bank of snow, he marches up to her, threateningly.

He narrows his eyes. “I thought you were tired.”

“That was before I just saw the look on your face,” she answers matter-of-factly, not an ounce of the fear of retaliation on her face. “ Now I want to severely beat you in a snowball fight.”

He’s glad she thinks it’s funny, because he’s all out of laughs. He’s only half-teasing when he says, “What happened to you?” He’s not kidding when he says she used to be the serious one — always working or worrying about something. He used to have to tell her to dial it down a notch, and now she’s practically jumping at the chance to screw around. He just hopes it’s not the Great Shape-Shifter Fiasco of 2151 all over again.

“I’m happy, Bellamy!” She bursts out, laughing lowly under her breath, absolutely baffled by his insistence of being so gloomy. “For the first time in a long while, we have it good . Our job is to travel the universe, surrounded by our friends and I can finally keep my breakfasts down again. Look at this place!” She makes a show of checking out their surrounding, an excited urgency to her tone. She deflates a little at the absolutely terrified look on his face, softening her voice impossibly as she takes a step closer to him. The snow is thicker there than expected, and he has to reach out to grab her elbows to steady her. “We’re doing good .”

She’s right, and it sucks but maybe he should stop holding his breath waiting for the other shoe to drop. He tilts his head, and she leans up for a quick kiss, arms around his middle. Delicately, she presses, nothing but adoration on her face, “ Please have some faith.”

Bellamy’s already given in, but he can’t help but pretend he hasn’t. “I really don’t know what happened to my wife.”

“This insufferable, incredibly arrogant ass kept telling me that as long as we were breathing there was hope,” she counters dryly, squeezing his waist once more as she blinks up at him, challenge in her eyes. Her smug grin grows and grows at the look on his face. “Guess it kind of stuck.”

She has him right where she wants him now. He can’t stand her. He sighs, signaling over the others with a wave of his arm. Instead of outright saying he wants to have a snowball fight, he takes the easy way out. “Let’s split into two teams.”

“I call dibs on team captain!” Raven yells over from by the hatch, hands cupped around her mouth as she hobbles down the ramp. It must mean she fixed the alternator, which means they’ll get home no matter what. Happy holidays. “My picks are Clarke, Emori, Harper, Shaw, and Miller.”

Great. Him, the uncoordinated wonder twins and somebody who looks like a walking corpse. “That’s not even a fair divide.”

“I wasn’t aware we had rules,” Raven snarks back loudly, pompous look on her face. Shaw is waiting for her at the end of the hatch, offering her a piggyback ride over the unsteady land to the rest of them. (One of their missions. An avalanche of asteroids. Her leg never recovered.)

“Yeah, I thought status quo around here was whatever the hell we want?” Clarke adds, saccharine sweet, and God , does he want to wipe that smirk off her face.  

“We’ll never win like this!” Jasper protests from by his pile of ready-to-go snowballs, practically stomping his foot.

“Not with that attitude you won’t no,” Clarke retaliates, moving an icy globe from one hand to another, as if casually showing off her skills.

As soon as Raven hops off Shaw’s back, he starts, “Ready, set… Three, two…”

“Seven!” Harper shouts, throwing the first snowball to their side with a delirious kind of evil laughter. Bellamy dodges it just in time, hurrying to make his own.  Maybe he’ll have to sacrifice one half of Dude, Where’s My Spaceship? , but there’s no way his team isn’t taking this one home.

By all means, Bellamy had a family. Him and his sister, they took on the whole world together. But part of the deal was that, eventually, she would grow up and use all the tools he gave her to be her own person. She would always be his family, always have a place with him, but they’re not as close anymore as they used to be. It used to hurt, but now he knows it’s the natural way of life and he’s made his peace with it. Family is not something you get to pick.

Along came Clarke, and it took them a while, but now they’re a unit, and someday very soon there’ll be even more proof of that out there in the universe. He never chose her, not consciously, she was just very hard to deny. So stubborn, that woman.

And these people, his friends, they’re not the family he chose either. Life brought them together and they kind of just crept up on him, one by one. Even Murphy. It’s a family he found, or found him, and one he’s going to keep around.

Like this new holiday tradition, for example. It's kind of fun. A snowball fight around Meizenbranahoud? Seems like something he can manage. Maybe without all the life-endangering crashing and AI-failing next time around, but hell, maybe it was half of the fun anyway.

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Trey Gowdy says legal advisors failed Trump on travel ban order

Representative Trey Gowdy (R-S.C.) appeared to blame the legal counsel that allowed President Trump to put out such a poorly worded executive order on his travel ban. He made the comments with Martha MacCallum Tuesday evening on Fox News.

“You are familiar with this case,” MacCallum asked Gowdy. “What do you think about the Ninth Circuit Court’s decision? Do you believe that President Trump was in the right?”

While Gowdy made sure to criticize the court, he pushed much of the blame on the executive order and how it was written.

Martha, anyone familiar with the Ninth Circuit is not surprised at their opinion. I think there is a really easy remedy that I think would build consensus across the entire country. You have to view people in different categories. There are U.S. citizens who are entitled to the full panoply of constitutional rights and due process.

In the other extreme, you have someone in Yemen who has never been to the United States, who just wants to visit Graceland. They are not entitled to any due process. They are not entitled to any Constitutional protections. And then, the group in the middle.

My counsel to the president, I’m sure he is a receiving this counsel, because he’s got access to much better lawyers than me, you have to have a different evidentiary basis depending on the category at bar. U.S. citizens is one category. If you have a visa and you have relied upon that visa to either rent an apartment or put your kids in school, then, you do have certain property interests that you would want protected. Therefore, you are entitled to due process.

So I think his executive order is pretty easily remedied. You can remedy it without going to the U.S. Supreme Court.

MacCallum followed up on the insinuation that the order was written poorly, asking, “There is an indication it was written by basically outside counsel and not run by the DOJ. And you just pointed to a number of holes in this initial executive order. What do you think about the fact that that’s the way that it was apparently done?”

I will say this. There is a reason very few people raise their hand and volunteer to be the leader of the free world. It’s a hard job, an important job, he’s about a month into it. Tom Brady wasn’t a very good quarterback his first year, neither was Peyton Manning. I am prepared to give this president time. He is never served in the House, the Senate, it is up to his advisors, including his legal advisors, to say, ‘Mr. President, with different categories like non-immigrant visa holders, versus U.S. citizen, versus non-U.S. citizen, there is a different legal analysis.’ And it is incumbent upon his advisors to provide him with the evidentiary basis to withstand a court scrutiny.

Gowdy then criticized the decision made by the federal court and the case they relied on, saying that if viewers were familiar with the case, they’d be outraged.

The other part that is troubling is the commander in chief is elected but judges are not. And you don’t want federal judges overlooking battle plans or decisions to strike certain targets or decisions related to war or national security. it is not a blank check that the chief executive and commander in chief has. But you certainly don’t have to clear everything with an Article Three unelected federal judge.

“What are your thoughts on Mike Flynn and the fact that he had to resign,” MacCallum continued, “and discussions that he may have had with the Russian government, about sanctions that we had against them. What’s your take?”

“My take is that the commander in chief,” Gowdy responded, “the president and vice president, have the right to rely on advisors that provide them the unadulterated, complete, whole truth. It is unfair to the president and the vice president to give them other than – anything other than that. I have never met General Flynn. People that I know that respect him and respect his service to the country. I would join that. But you have to tell the truth to your boss all the time.”

MacCallum then moved on to the issue of the leaks that occasioned the resignation of Flynn. “Now it is being perhaps pointed out former Obama officials who may have leaked this information. I think about the fact that you wanted very much transcripts of conversations that had to go from the White House to the consulate in Benghazi. You never got them.”

“Well thank you for remembering that,” Gowdy said before launching into a criticism of Democrats who stone-walled the Benghazi investigation.

My Democratic colleagues have amnesia. I will say this. They are very well rested because for eight years, they didn’t lift a finger to do oversight. So all of that energy you saw today at their press conference, that’s because they want on an eight year long vacation from doing oversight over the executive branch.

I am all for the committees of jurisdiction, looking into it. I am also for looking into how classified information can make its way into the public domain, that is not a Republican issue, not a Democrat issue, it’s a legal issue.

MacCallum referred to the Free Beacon report Tuesday that alleged that it was former Obama officials and loyalists who orchestrated the leaks in order to damage Flynn and protect Obama’s Iran Deal. Flynn has said that it was his misleading statement to Vice President Mike Pence that caused the loss of trust and subsequent resignation.

The Trump administration has indicated that it may still take the travel ban case to the Supreme Court after saying it would pursue other legal routes.

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Representative Trey Gowdy (R-S.C.) appeared to blame the legal counsel that allowed President Trump to put out such a poorly worded executive order on his travel ban. He made the comments with Martha MacCallum Tuesday evening on Fox News.

“You are familiar with this case,” MacCallum asked Gowdy. “What do you think about the Ninth Circuit Court’s decision? Do you believe that President Trump was in the right?”

While Gowdy made sure to criticize the court, he pushed much of the blame on the executive order and how it was written.

Martha, anyone familiar with the Ninth Circuit is not surprised at their opinion. I think there is a really easy remedy that I think would build consensus across the entire country. You have to view people in different categories. There are U.S. citizens who are entitled to the full panoply of constitutional rights and due process.

In the other extreme, you have someone in Yemen who has never been to the United States, who just wants to visit Graceland. They are not entitled to any due process. They are not entitled to any Constitutional protections. And then, the group in the middle.

My counsel to the president, I’m sure he is a receiving this counsel, because he’s got access to much better lawyers than me, you have to have a different evidentiary basis depending on the category at bar. U.S. citizens is one category. If you have a visa and you have relied upon that visa to either rent an apartment or put your kids in school, then, you do have certain property interests that you would want protected. Therefore, you are entitled to due process.

So I think his executive order is pretty easily remedied. You can remedy it without going to the U.S. Supreme Court.

MacCallum followed up on the insinuation that the order was written poorly, asking, “There is an indication it was written by basically outside counsel and not run by the DOJ. And you just pointed to a number of holes in this initial executive order. What do you think about the fact that that’s the way that it was apparently done?”

I will say this. There is a reason very few people raise their hand and volunteer to be the leader of the free world. It’s a hard job, an important job, he’s about a month into it. Tom Brady wasn’t a very good quarterback his first year, neither was Peyton Manning. I am prepared to give this president time. He is never served in the House, the Senate, it is up to his advisors, including his legal advisors, to say, ‘Mr. President, with different categories like non-immigrant visa holders, versus U.S. citizen, versus non-U.S. citizen, there is a different legal analysis.’ And it is incumbent upon his advisors to provide him with the evidentiary basis to withstand a court scrutiny.

Gowdy then criticized the decision made by the federal court and the case they relied on, saying that if viewers were familiar with the case, they’d be outraged.

The other part that is troubling is the commander in chief is elected but judges are not. And you don’t want federal judges overlooking battle plans or decisions to strike certain targets or decisions related to war or national security. it is not a blank check that the chief executive and commander in chief has. But you certainly don’t have to clear everything with an Article Three unelected federal judge.

“What are your thoughts on Mike Flynn and the fact that he had to resign,” MacCallum continued, “and discussions that he may have had with the Russian government, about sanctions that we had against them. What’s your take?”

“My take is that the commander in chief,” Gowdy responded, “the president and vice president, have the right to rely on advisors that provide them the unadulterated, complete, whole truth. It is unfair to the president and the vice president to give them other than – anything other than that. I have never met General Flynn. People that I know that respect him and respect his service to the country. I would join that. But you have to tell the truth to your boss all the time.”

MacCallum then moved on to the issue of the leaks that occasioned the resignation of Flynn. “Now it is being perhaps pointed out former Obama officials who may have leaked this information. I think about the fact that you wanted very much transcripts of conversations that had to go from the White House to the consulate in Benghazi. You never got them.”

“Well thank you for remembering that,” Gowdy said before launching into a criticism of Democrats who stone-walled the Benghazi investigation.

My Democratic colleagues have amnesia. I will say this. They are very well rested because for eight years, they didn’t lift a finger to do oversight. So all of that energy you saw today at their press conference, that’s because they want on an eight year long vacation from doing oversight over the executive branch.

I am all for the committees of jurisdiction, looking into it. I am also for looking into how classified information can make its way into the public domain, that is not a Republican issue, not a Democrat issue, it’s a legal issue.

MacCallum referred to the Free Beacon report Tuesday that alleged that it was former Obama officials and loyalists who orchestrated the leaks in order to damage Flynn and protect Obama’s Iran Deal. Flynn has said that it was his misleading statement to Vice President Mike Pence that caused the loss of trust and subsequent resignation.

The Trump administration has indicated that it may still take the travel ban case to the Supreme Court after saying it would pursue other legal routes.

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