#i read further tweets and apparently he dropped them off at a bus stop but they still cpuldnt get a taxi so then he called a taxi like lmaoo

[faunandfloraas]

Minghao save me

[ravenbrenna09]

Jij Verliest - Chapter Four: Clip 4

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Maandag 15:10

Maandag 15:23

From the moment that Robbe got Lucas’s text message, his stomach was a nervous wreck. 

As soon as Lucas’s initial message had come through, Robbe was unlocking his bike outside his lecture hall in an attempt to flee to the flatshare, because his typical start for streams was 15:00. When he had initially made his increased streaming schedule, he hadn’t intended to cut it this close. But his professor had hosted a review session for their test and Robbe wanted to stay to get some extra study time. He had sent out a tweet about being late, but Lucas’s text had pushed it back further.

As he waited impatiently for Lucas’s ‘safe’ text to come through, Robbe went back in the building and pulled out his notes. Even though he was flipping through them, he could barely read what his own handwriting said. Or, rather, he wasn’t really registering it. His eyes glossed over the words as his mind went into a frenzy. His brain was focused on one thing: figuring out what was so devastating that Lucas would send him a text message telling him to stay away from the flatshare without an explanation. 

Thankfully, it wasn’t much longer until Lucas sent him another message. Immediately, Robbe collected his things and rushed home. 

By the time he made it into the lobby, his thighs were incredibly sore and he was out of breath. But he didn’t care as he frantically hit the ‘up’ button. The elevator rose a little too slowly for him and felt like it grew slower by the second. Tapping his fingers against the elevator door only seemed to make time slow down even further. As soon as the elevator reached the fifth floor, Robbe was already at the doors, sliding through them as soon as they were open wide enough. 

Down the hallway, the door to the flatshare swung open. Robbe felt his chest seize up. Did he get home too quickly and would accidentally end up running into the person that Lucas was helping him avoid? However, his chest unclenched as Lucas stepped out into the hallway, holding the door open with his foot. Robbe sprinted to him and his mind started racing with the pre-stream checklist that he would likely have to rush through. As he passed Lucas into the foyer of the apartment, he could sense the tension in Lucas’s shoulders and his own tensed in response. 

As soon as he stepped inside, his feet took him to his bedroom. With inelegant ease, he kicked off his shoes and tossed his backpack onto the bed, not worrying about the fact that his notebooks tipped out of the half-unzipped backpack. His room was still as messy as he had left it this morning. The mess always bothered him while streaming, but there was nothing that he could do about it today. He moved to his desk chair, practically sliding into his chair, and placed one of the earphones over his ear. 

As Robbe hurried through his pre-stream checklist, he glanced at Lucas. Through the open door to the hallway, he could see him closing the front door and making sure to click it shut. Once it was, he turned around and marched directly into Robbe’s bedroom. There was a serious and somewhat annoyed look on his face, which made Robbe pause slightly. 

Bu, it was Lucas closing the door to the hallway that set off every trigger for the alarms in Robbe’s head. 

It signaled the impending explosion in his head, capable of leveling a city block. Maybe two. Robbe’s jaw set into place and his hand paused on the back of the mouse. The haste that he had to start the stream skidded to a halt and he found himself waiting for whatever news Lucas was going to drop. He knew something was wrong. “What’s going on, Luc?”

Lucas crossed his arms over his chest. “Thomas stopped by.” 

Robbe blinked. He waited for several seconds—waited for Jens to jump out with a video camera in hand and yell ‘Pranked!’ at the top of their lungs, or Moyo, or someone, and they would laugh it all out—but it never happened. Standing in front of him with his arms crossed, Lucas looked frighteningly serious. An unsettled feeling stirred in Robbe’s stomach and briefly rekindled the anger from last Wednesday. This news wasn’t a prank. “What?” 

“Yeah,” Lucas said. “He said that he was looking for you.”

“Is this about that stupid watch again? I swear to God—”

“I don’t know,” Lucas said, cutting him off. Robbe let out a disgruntled breath and moved back to check the sound on the microphone. “In all honesty, he simply hung around in the kitchen waiting for you. He said that it was ‘important’ and ‘urgent’ that he spoke to you right now, but you weren’t answering any of his messages so he came to see if you were home. I told him that I would text you.” Robbe nodded and Lucas stepped toward him, leaning against his desk. “But, apparently, he must have taken a late lunch because he only stayed for about twenty minutes. As soon as he found out Jens was studying in my room, he got really nervous.”

“Why?” 

“Probably because he knows that Jens doesn’t like him—that he never did,” Lucas said. 

Robbe paused, glancing over at Lucas. “You didn’t tell him, did you?”

“No, Jens was taking a nap when I heard him knock on the door and he was still asleep the last time I checked on him,” Lucas said. Robbe let out a breath that he didn’t realize he was holding. He glanced at Robbe’s bedroom door and let out a sigh, his shoulders deflating a little. Lucas turned back to Robbe and took a step closer. “Since he has a test tomorrow, I didn’t feel like bailing him out of jail or quizzing him on flashcards through the cell doors. I’ll tell him after his test on Thursday.” 

“Yeah,” Robbe said. “That’s probably a good idea.” Pausing, he shifted the levels on the microphone before testing again. “Thanks for looking out for me, Lucas.”

“You’re welcome.”

Robbe expected Lucas to leave. He expected to hear Lucas patter out of his room and in the direction of his own. Jens had always been a heavy sleeper. It was the only reason he could’ve possibly slept through the obnoxious ring of their doorbell. But Lucas stayed in front of him, shifting from one foot to the other. “What is it, Lucas?” 

Thankfully, Lucas had always been blunt. “Do you want to get back together with Thomas?” 

There was a clear answer to that question. 

If Lucas had asked him a few weeks ago, the answer would’ve been a tentative ‘yes,’ because he did want to get back together with him. Even now, Robbe wondered why he would’ve thought so. Did he actually miss Thomas, the kind-hearted, loving boyfriend he had fond memories of, or did he simply miss Thomas as a constant in his life? To be honest, Robbe wasn’t for sure. But, he knew that it was a question that needed to be asked. Milan knew—or at least had an idea—that he was seeing or interested in Sander. The others just knew he met someone. 

Since Robbe had gotten to know Sander—the real Sander, not the memory of a random (hot) man outside a bar—he reminded Robbe of what it meant to be cherished and appreciated. It was in every movement he made and in every text he sent. If Robbe was studying, Sander didn’t spam him with text messages, trying to goad him into responding back. Since their kiss on Friday night, every single touch had been filled with warmth and comfort. It wasn’t simply reserved for his kisses. It was in how he touched Robbe’s shoulder, pushed him gently toward the shower, kissed his shoulder, ran a hand through his hair, and carried him around the apartment. 

Sander reminded him of what Thomas had lost, which is why the clear answer was: “No.” 

Lucas’s response was immediate and blunt with his arms crossed over his chest. “Good, because you deserve better than someone who doesn’t even know how much you were hurting and wouldn’t do anything about it.” On that note, Lucas moved the door to the hallway. Before he stepped out completely, Lucas turned and said, “Have a good stream.”

“Thanks, but one more thing,” Robbe said. Lucas stopped in the door, holding it open with one hand as he peered down the hallway. “If you and Jens end up having sex, try to keep it down a little, please. Your bedroom may be on the opposite end of the apartment, but this is a sensitive microphone and it’s picked up on one of you before. Thankfully, I was just testing it out with a video that I never uploaded. I do have some younger viewers that watch me. I��d rather not have to give an impromptu gay sex ed lecture on my live stream and get banned for inappropriate content.” 

Lucas laughed, rolling his eyes. “If it does end up happening, we’ll try. But I doubt that it will end up happening. The only way we’re going to is if Jens gets through his review for the second time which I’m making him do. Considering the fact he fell asleep on number two, I don’t think that we’ll get that far.” 

Robbe knew better than to doubt Jens on his ability to get something he wanted, but thankfully, the two of them waited to start anything until after his stream ended.

[canaryatlaw]

so, lots to unpack here. first of all, to establish setting, I’m currently sitting in LAX (if that doesn’t mean anything to you, their airport in Los Angeles) waiting for my flight back to Chicago that is gonna take off at 1:10 am and arrive at 7:33 am (two hour time difference accounted for). So I figured now is probably the most logical time to make this post. Luckily I can control exactly when I’ll get tired enough to actually sleep because I’m dependent on xanax and melatonin now, isn’t that fun!! haha. so like, most of today was cool of course, and I’m gonna get there, but I feel like I should first establish that I feel profoundly sad right now, though I can’t tell if it’s from the big event and me seeing my friends being over and having going back to real life which now consists of FINALS, or from this nostalgia I keep having for a life I’ve never had, or if it’s because I was reading Captain Canary fan fiction on the flight here (from San Jose to LA) which now just makes me really fucking sad because all I can think is WE’LL NEVER HAVE THIS. and these posts are generally good at helping me unpack my feelings so I figured I’d write this while I have the time and internet connection (good for LAX for actually offering free internet, unlike the pretending heathens in Chicago). so. here we go. I had my alarm set for 9:15 but ended up waking up around 8:45 (because shared hotel room) and started getting ready. I was cosplaying today so I did my make up and then changed into my full white canary garb (which, omg, I forgot is SO uncomfortable), doing my best to make sure where Caity signed it back in March remained untouched. A little after ten we made our way to the convention center and pretty much immediately headed to Caity’s booth because where else are we gonna go? We continued to pretend to all be VIPs (victimless crime, really) and a guy who had rather elaborate Citizen Steel (or whatever the hell we decided was Nate’s superhero codename) cosplay on who was in Brandon’s line right next to us made eye contact with me and was like “hey captain!” which was amusing haha and we took a picture together when I finished with Caity. I don’t really remember exactly what was said at each conversation because we frequented her booth, but it was good, I was just sad when I saw the picture and I looked less than stellar. I had like, super been overheating trying to keep the big coat on (I like the cosplay a lot better with the coat) and trying to make sure my hair and make up don’t run from sweat because my head overheats really easily for some reason so I didn’t look totally awesome and you can actually see my stomach hanging out just a tiny bit between the top and pants in the picture and like, I wanted to vomit when I saw it and then had a bunch of super triggering and totally inappropriate thoughts about it for the rest of the day because my fucking mind can’t be like “hey maybe you should eat less junk food” it has to immediately be like “you should just stop eating again” because fuck being neurotypical am I rite? (I am fine, if you’re concerned right now, but thank you for your concern). We did something to take up some time (I don’t remember) then ended up going back to her because I was like okay I need better photos with my white canary stuff on so I did that and they came out much better. At some point after that I leached onto my friends VIP status and used it to cut the line at Justin Hartley’s table because fuck waiting in line, and I saw him and TOTALLY flipped out, I was like “I love Smallville so much but I started it late after the show ended and I liked it so much but I thought I was never going to get to meet you because it was over BUT NOW YOU’RE HERE AND I LOVE YOUR GREEN ARROW SO MUCH YOU’RE MY FAVORITE” that’s basically what I said lol, to his credit he took it well and was kind and gentlemanly, so that was nice. From there we got some food at some point (just the overpriced shit from the convention center, there was a really amusing exchange where my friend attempted to figure out if the hot dog on the menu came with a bun or not because apparently in the Philippines they come on a stick sometimes and the ladies serving were very taken aback) then I went to Italia Ricci’s booth, and if you don’t know who that is it’s because she’s not *really* an Arrowverse actor (she was silver banshee on a few episodes of Supergirl) but is actually Robbie Amell’s wife so they generally do a joint booth thing. I wanted to see her because she’s on Designated Survivor, which I really love haha and she was super sweet, I said I was a big 24 fan from back in the day (DS stars Kiefer Sutherland) and she was like “oh yeah I’ve never seen it, he’s always teasing me about it because he’s like you’re the only person who hasn’t seen it!!”) which was amusing haha and then I met Juliana Harkavy and got a selfie with her, and she was totally awesome as well and just a fantastic person. After that those of us who weren’t doing the photo ops got in line for the legends panel, which then happened at 2:45. I live tweeted pretty much the whole thing, so if you have specific questions feel free to check that out over on twitter @RachelEiley, but nothing terribly spoilerish was said, someone asked if they could have any person in the DC universe, either existing in the Arrowverse or not yet onto the waverider to fill Stein’s spot who would it be, and Caity was basically like “well I know who it is and I’m very happy about it so I’m not gonna say anything else” lol which has prompted a fair amount of speculation as to who that means. In the room it seemed like everyone was thinking she meant Nyssa, but it’s not very much info to speculate on so I guess we’ll have to see. the other amusing exchange was when someone asked if they weren’t an actor what job they’d have an Caity was like “astronaut” and Brandon was like “do you know math?” which is obviously funnier than one would normally observe it to be when you consider they were in 400 Days together, a movie where they both played astronauts (and were each other’s romantic interests). Caity responded that it was a “dream” question, so she could say whatever she wanted. When the panel was over around 3:30 we ran back to Caity’s table, but the queue was full and the staff guy was like “sorry we had to cut it off here” and wouldn’t let anyone else in but I was like haha no fuck that shit if we all stand here and be annoying we’ll get on the line which, unsurprisingly, worked very well and we actually got on the gold/platinum VIP line and were like one of the first people to actually see her lol so that was a good plan!! But we got a few group selfies in that look really awesome and got to say goodbye to her (which is when the exchange about me saying maybe I’ll do Clexacon if I don’t flunk all my finals and her responding with my law school class rank happened). Everyone else was pretty much shutting things down at that point, so we hung out for a little bit and regrouped before heading out. We went to In-N-Out because I had mentioned I’d never had it before, and the place was absurdly busy, so we ended up eating at the tables outside despite it being like 50 degrees out, but it was nice and fun, a good ending to being with my friends for a few days and just had a good time with them. We were basically across the street from the airport at that point so I was dropped off afterwards and we said our goodbyes. I ended up chilling out at the gate for a while doing quimbee videos, which I’ll probably go back to if I have any time between finishing writing this and boarding the plane, for a while and doing that, then got on the plane and finished the first sudoku puzzle really quickly, then fucking up the next one so badly I couldn’t even correct my way out of it (which like, never happens) that I just gave up and read Captain Canary fan fiction for the rest of the flight, which of course got me feeling very invested in the ship, and then I just felt sad and couldn’t quite figure out why. But the plane landed, got off on the gate and was directed to a little bus thing to get to another terminal, in which a cute pilot gave me his seat, and then I went to the other terminal, found the gate, found a airplane pillow that wasn’t entirely made out of polyester, and planted myself at the gate until the plan boards and resolved to write this in the mean time, and here we are. Now, further analysis on the sad thing- so, obviously, I’ve been looking forward to this weekend for a while now and it being over and me having to leave my friends and of course not seeing my favorite celebrity for at least a few months would reasonably make any person feeling sad, I feel like it’s not that simple. I mean, the fact that I’m going back to finals certainly doesn’t help, and I do have some anxiety about that despite doing this exact schtick every semester with my head going “but what if this time you actually suck at tests not like all the last times????” which of course is always fun. but there’s also that whole nostalgia thing that’s got me itching for something. It came out of course because of being around actors who are living cool lives and such, and links back to that thing I was talking about but not actually mentioning a little while back that had be thinking some of those things, and mostly just imagining that kind of life for myself and feeling wholly unfulfilled with the life I’ve chosen at being a lawyer and it wasn’t supposed to happen this way, dammit!!! I can’t exactly graduate law school and decide to go road trip out to Hollywood and become a waitress while auditioning, that would be a massive waste of time, effort, and money, and there is still of course stuff I want to do as a lawyer that has me not wanting to give up. I just want both, which I don’t think is possible, and that fucking sucks. The thing, anyway, was auditioning for a new show in development (that I’ll leave unnamed for now because despite not hearing anything they haven’t filled the part yet) that was taking casting videos and self-tapes through one of the casting sites I made a profile on at some point during college and was receiving emails from about it. And, this is subjective of course, but I felt like I really nailed the audition (and even if I did there’s no reason to think that would make it likely that I would get what is undoubtedly going to be a highly competed for part and one of which I do not fit the typical character description for), and I couldn’t help but imagine how much fun it would be, even if some of the stuff about the show that’s being said now (mainly how dark it is) makes me think it probably wouldn’t be the best idea anyway (my parents, for sure, would have a freaking fit over it). But that just leaves me here- going back to law school to finish my finals and leaving my friends and favorite actors behind and I just feel profoundly SAD over it all despite having a really fun and all around amazing weekend (it doesn’t help that my friends are going to continue hanging out, but this doesn’t really feel like FOMO). idk what else there is to write about that. it just...is. and I don’t think any amount of writing about that will change it. so I guess I’ll go back to reading my sad fan fiction? I don’t quite feel like going back to studying for bus orgs being that it’s 12:30 am (here, anyway, at home where I’ll be in 5 hours it’s 2:30 am) and now I just feel tired and sad after writing all of that. blah. this is a really shitty feeling and I don’t know what to do about it. there’s no quick fixes for this, obviously. maybe if I fall asleep on the plane (I probably will at some point) I’ll wake up in a better mood, and hopefully can get some more sleep during the day before I have to go to my review session and then make up class at 4 pm. So I guess this is me signing off, though feeling not very happy about all of it. Goodnight babes. Happy Monday. 

[viewwrangler]

An epic mess, or, today’s developments in Russiagate and adjacent properties

And by “epic”, I mean that probably someday, a blind poet will write down everything that’s happened and entitle it “The downfall of practically everybody: the president, the government, the country at large, really just everyone.” In which rosy-fingered Dawn and Libertas weep copious tears at the sights before them.

In today’s developments so far (really. Just today. IT’S ONLY NOON, PEOPLE!):

Trump appears to confirm obstruction investigation, attack Rosenstein in morning tweet rant (washingtonpost.com)

President Trump fired off tweets Friday morning attacking the special counsel's investigation into Russian meddling in the 2016 election, and apparently, Deputy Attorney General Rod J. Rosenstein.

“I am being investigated for firing the FBI Director by the man who told me to fire the FBI Director! Witch Hunt,” the president said on Twitter.

The somewhat vague tweet seems to refer to Rosenstein, who wrote a memo outlining an argument against then-FBI director James B. Comey. The White House initially claimed that Rosenstein's memo contributed to Trump's decision to fire Comey. But later, Trump said in an interview that he would have fired Comey “regardless” of Rosenstein's recommendation....

Frankly, if I were The Candidate’s lawyers, I would flatly refuse to represent him further unless someone took his Twitters away from him. I would also do the same if I were a member of his Department of (In)Justice, charged with representing the government against not only legal opposition but also trying to defend his stated policy against his own statements.

Speaking of The Candidate’s lawyers...

Trump's personal lawyer hires attorney: report (thehill.com)

They’re not talking about the lawyers he just hired for his actual legal defense -- the guy who had that nonsensical statement about Comey’s testimonly -- but his old attorney, who came in to help set up the White House legal “war room” that never quite got set up. Nonetheless, there’s pretty much no situation in which having your lawyer hire a lawyer to defend themselves due to your words and actions is a good look, really.

Trump Declares War on Rosenstein: ‘He Has No Qualms About Throwing Him Under a Bus’ (thedailybeast.com)

With one tweet, the president confirmed he’s under investigation and put the man in charge of that investigation on blast.

President Donald Trump woke up on Friday and decided to publicly confirm that he is under criminal investigation—and to put his deputy attorney general in the line of fire.

After 48 hours of Trump’s allies lobbing allegations of illegal “deep state” leaks and fake-news hit jobs, Trump took to Twitter and corroborated a Wednesday report by The Washington Post that he is the target of a federal investigation into potential obstruction of justice after firing FBI Director James Comey. [...] 

“He’s furious at Rosenstein, but the list of his people who enrage him is ever-growing,” a longtime Trump confidant, who recently spoke to the president, told The Daily Beast. “He has no qualms about throwing [Rosenstein] under a bus.”

That single tweet threatens to upend the administration’s legal and public-relations strategies surrounding an FBI probe into alleged Russian election-meddling that has expanded in recent months to include an obstruction investigation and a probe of the finances of Trump aides and associates. A frustrated senior Trump administration official quipped in response to the tweet, “Has anyone read him his Miranda rights?” The implication being that Trump would do well to remain silent on the issue of his own criminal investigation...

I’m by way of thinking that ... no, nobody has read him his rights. After all, who would? (We will set aside, for now, the question of whether or not he’d listen.) The only other legal actions he’s been involved in, up until now, have basically been civil -- lawsuits and the like -- where the Miranda rights don’t apply. The only person who would have read him his rights is Mueller, who would have no reason to do so until he’s about to be formally questioned in connection with everything. Until then, he’s likely very happy for the president to tweet tweet tweet ‘till he just can’t tweet no more boogie. More grist for the mill, more evidence for the case.

And speaking of Rosenstein and Mueller:

Deputy AG says he may have to recuse himself from Russia probe: report (abcnews.com)

OPINION: If Rod Rosenstein recuses himself, Robert Mueller may be next (thehill.com)

As far as Rosenstein goes ... yeah, kind of seeing as that has to be one of the next shoes to drop. It would be one thing if all he were doing was overseeing Mueller’s investigation into Russiagate, but now that it’s expanded into an actual obstruction of justice investigation of The Candidate, he’s intimately involved both as a witness to what was actually said and someone who created the document trail. The conflict of interest is fairly obvious.

As far as Mueller goes ... we’ll see what happens. I understand the reasoning, although I don’t necessarily agree with it. There’s also the small issue that, however brief it would be, The Candidate would see this as exoneration of a type and then would be extra special double crunchy offended when a new special counsel was appointed.

Elsewhere in Congress:

Grassley rankles GOP with new Comey investigation (thehill.com)

Republicans are wary of Sen. Chuck Grassley's (R-Iowa) decision to launch a Senate Judiciary Committee investigation into the firing of former FBI Director James Comey.

Grassley, the panel’s chairman, took the step this week partly at the urging of Democrats, but said that it’s his committee’s job to make sure there’s a firewall protecting the FBI from political influence.

“There should be no improper interference with FBI investigations to favor any elected official or candidate of either party,” Grassley wrote in a Wednesday letter to Sen. Dianne Feinstein (Calif.), the ranking Democrat on the Judiciary Committee.

Grassley’s announcement took his Republican colleagues by surprise, and several said they are uncomfortable with the addition of yet another investigation that could target the Trump administration.

Sen. Orrin Hatch (R-Utah), a senior member of the Judiciary Committee, said Thursday that he did not think it necessary for the Judiciary Committee to investigate Comey’s firing. Still, he said the investigation was Grassley’s choice to make as chairman. “I’m sure it’s being pushed rather hard by Democrats because I don’t know one Republican pushing that,” Hatch said of an investigation into Comey’s firing. “It’s not that they don’t want to have an investigation, they don’t see a need for it.” [...]

Well, that’s ... unexpected. As far as Hatch’s comment ... the Democrats are powerless here. If Grassley didn’t see an institutional need for Yet Another Investigation, it wouldn’t have happened. The Democrats could be as relentlessly annoying as they wanted, and it wouldn’t get them anywhere if Grassley didn’t want to move forward. Why he wants to move forward -- and especially, why he seems to have blindsided his own party leadership in the process -- remains to be seen.

For a possible grace note to the above: Dianne Feinstein is done pulling punches when it comes to Donald Trump (cnn.com). About which one can but say:  we shall see what that means in terms of action. Given what Grassley says about Feinstein in that article, it may well be that she provided the final nudge he needed to begin his committee’s hearings.

And finally: The Candidate says that the news media wants him to stop tweeting, because it means that he can get out what he wants to say without their filter. (cnn.com) Which would be absolutely true, except for how it’s completely wrong in every particular. Frankly, if they weren’t utterly horrified by his character and policies (such as they are), the mainstream media would be absolutely goddamn delighted at all this. They rarely have to parse his words through officialese, designed to make things look good. they don’t have to do all that much interpretation. He just puts it out there, and lets them show how horrible he is, warts and more warts and DEAR GOD SO MANY WARTS. He does a lot of their work for them. It’s no wonder his PR people look set upon and exhausted all the time. He’s not going around the mainstream media; he’s going around his own goddamn staff. And the mainstream media, under other circumstances, would love him for it.