#josu panic

[not-mandip]

Thanks for the tag @wykart! (And someone else tagged me on this but I can’t find the mention in my notifs, rip)

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 8 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome work!  

🌿Please note they’re in no particular order haha, and sorry in advance for the trauma and partial blindness this might cause🌿

My fic! I’m still somewhat new to writing serious stuff™️ in english, but I’m very proud of me lmao. I’ll keep it short here so, please check it out I need validation.

This art it’s very simple, and cute, and I love it a lot. I have a lil print on my wall for inspiration.

Twelve, I accidentally skipped that episode, and watched for the first time in my s9? rewatch. Oh god, Twelve with children. He’s grumpy and soft, and I love that! The original plan was to draw him with a lot of children, like in the episode, but I got lazy and chose the girl in the red coat instead.

Thirteen in her cell, I was onto something here. The whole Master/Timeless Child thing was too traumatic for the Doc and then the judoon yeeted her in space jail ALL IN THE SAME EPISODE. The only thing I regret was that I almost made her in the orange prison suit but then stopped mid art bcuz she was in her normal clothes at the end of the episode and I’m dumb.

Holiday Art, I love Ruth. Not only because I’m black and she’s black and I can see myself as the Doctor. But also because she’s a badass and has the braincell™️ and she has chaotic chemistry with 13. You’ll see a lot Ruth!Doctor art in 2021. Josus approves.

Pting, contrary to popular belief, that friendly animal is a good pet, you just need an open mind. It’s just like having a very cranky toddler... that eats spaceships... and bombs...

I’m currently trying photorealistic art! I’m slowly getting there, and I’m very proud of me (I hope my mom is too😅)

Sailor moon. One good day I decided I would try out some stuff, and so I did. It took me 20h of pure panic Imao, I had no idea what I was doing but turned out good so that’s good. It was one of 2020’s first attempts at photorealistic art, and I love it♥️♥️♥️

Summary:

2020 was a very bad year for a lot of people, and I’m very grateful I got lucky enough to have my family alive and well. All this time at home made me good at things I love, and made me closer to my small family and friends. We might drive each other crazy sometimes, but those are the memories I’ll come back to when I’m old and dying in an hospital bed. Oh God, I’m turning into my mom. I’ll leave it here before I get too emotional😅, I wish you lot warm hugs and luck for the next year!

I’ll tag: @allthingswhovian @not-jodie-yet @jolivira and anyone that wants to join!

#tag game #SORRY ITS SO LONG IVE GOT A LOT TO SAY I DONT GET TO TALK ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE MY ART EVERYTIME

[tauman942]

The Blades of Arkunasha

A Tale From the Arkunasha War by Riodan O’Duffy a.k.a. TauMan

This if for all my Tau brothers and sisters suffering in the darkness of the present day. What with Games Workshop making ethnic cleansing, mass deportations, and genocide; the “norm” for both the T’au Empire and the Enclaves. Thus making the noblebright Tau, the grimdark “mirror image” of the Imperium of Man. (See: Psychic Awakening - “In Harmony Restored” by Andy Clark).

Therefore to bolster tau’fann everywhere, I present you with this powerful story. A story of the exact moment when Shas’O’Shovah was given the name “Farsight”.

The Blades of Arkunasha

An excerpt:

Under a pillar of light cast from a skylight set high above the workshop floor, five earth caste technicians worked steadily at that their tasks. They laboured at a traditional ilju’pyo, or round workbench; which stood on a raised flat rock at the far end of the workshop. The Hand Weapon Fabrication Team consisted of the five veteran technicians aided by seven b’sha, or fio’la assistants. Each team member, whether fio’ui or b’sha, wore a red headband bearing the rectangular sigil of the Vior’lan earth caste at its centre. The five fio’ui were stripped down to their waists, and their muscular blue frames glistening with sweat in the hot and humid air of the workshop. The loud banging of the automated-hammers, and blasts from the furnaces filling the air with heat and sound. But heedless of either, they worked on without pause or break.

Under the halo of light, two b’sha hoisted another box of pre-cut blades onto workbench; where Fio’Ui’Temu and Fio’Ui’Tieji completed the blade’s assembly. Their hands working swiftly, but accurately, as they installed the cross guards, handles, and pommel rings. They filled a tray with the assembled blades and slid them over to the next station. Where Fio’Ui’Dobu and Fio’Ui’Josu set about the task of sharpening them. They removed one of the assembled blades, and set it into the plasma sharpening tool, cutting edge up. Although the plasma cutter could be programmed to sharpen the blades automatically, the two fio’ui preferred to guide it themselves. For the two veteran technicians it was a matter of both pride and honour to sharpen the blades by hand. And their many decs of practice allowed them to do it accurately and swiftly. For the task of sharpening the blades, was as much a spiritual practice for the two of them, as it was a practical task. When completed they returned the finished weapons to the tray, with the cutting edge now facing down, and slid them over to the final station.

At the final station was the lead technician Fio’Ui’Mang, who carefully picked up each of the completed weapons and gave it a preliminary inspection. He checked its construction, straightness of its blade, and finally its balance and sharpness. Then by means of an augmented electron eye piece, he made yet another sharpness check. Although sharpened already to a high degree, the weapon was given a final sharpening using the traditional method of a honing stone and water. Albeit the honing stone was of a substance made specifically for sharpening these blades. Then once assured the blade was honed to perfection, he wiped down the blade with water and a white silken-cloth. Then holding it out away from the workbench, a b’sha then poured a final “blessing” of vi’kuri wine over the full length of the blade. Mang then wiped it down with red silk-like cloth, and then handed it to yet another b’sha. Who then inserted the finished weapon into a new fio’tek sheath; and then placed it into a shipping crate with other completed weapons. And except for the quiet humming of the plasma cutters, and the occasional clinking sound of metal on metal, the entire process was done in complete silence.

A young b’sha now ran up to the work bench and grabbed a hold of Mang’s trouser leg. ‘Fio’Ui’Mang the Shovah is here!’

‘Who’s here?’ he asked still bent over the workbench.

‘The Shovah is here, the supreme commander?! The fio’el is bringing him here to our workshop Ui’Mang!’

‘What?!’ asked Mang finally looking over at the b’sha. ‘The Shovah is here at 43-113?! Is he coming to the back workshop?’

‘I-I-I d-don’t know fio’ui?’

‘We can’t do this now Mang, we’re not ready!’ shouted Josu.

‘Not ready?! He can’t see any of this Josu! We didn’t have permission to do any of this!’ yelled Dobu throwing up his hands.

‘It was bound to happen sometime Dobu. We couldn’t expect to keep this secret forever!’ shouted Temu from the other side of the workbench.

‘What do we do now fio’ui?!’ yelled Tieji to Mang.

‘Everyone don’t panic!’ said Mang pausing to collect his wits. ‘Alright, stop whatever you’re doing and let’s clear the workbench of blades…’  

Then as everyone scrambled for a crate or a box, a deep voice rumbled out from the darkness beyond the pillar of light.

‘Fio’ui, I believe it’s the blades we’ve come here to see.’

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The Blades of Arkunasha

@obyronxzahndrekh @the-spoopy-ghost-of-raejin99​ @grimdarkdarkgrimnessofgrimdark @adeptasororitas​ @a-galactic-prince​

Please reblog or pass on to any comrades in the T’au Empire or Farsight Enclaves. Or to any other sympathetic xenos in the galaxy that needs to be reminded of our shared noble-bright heritage! Be of good cheer, it’s always darkest before the dawn!

TauMan

#the blades of arkunasha #wh40k tau #commander farsight #oshovah #tau #grimdark #noblebright #wh40k lore fiction #n.y.a.b.x.t.t.

[shasta627]

EoA Appreciation Week - Day 6: Gabe

Gabe is definitely one of the most interesting and fun characters in the show (in my opinion), and since it’s Gabe appreciation day, I decided to write a fic in where Gabe’s actions are, well, appreciated :) 

No one saw it coming until it was too late.

It was obviously an accident—no one was trying to purposely sabotage the palace—but the danger was just as real, and Gabe was only thankful that he was able to get everyone out alive before the fire began its scorching rampage. The cause of the fire was still unknown, but by the time Armando finally noticed the smoke it was too large to put out and spreading fast, and the origin became the least of their problems.

Gabe could still vividly picture all the events from the previous night. He’d just finished overseeing the training of a few new recruits and was about to turn in for the night when he caught the peculiar smell of wood smoke. He didn’t think anything of it, supposing it was just someone in the village cooking their dinner outside, but then he heard his name being called in terror.

“Captain! Captain!”

Gabe recognized the voice, belonging to one of the recruits he’d just seen a matter of minutes ago.

“Josue? What’s wrong?” asked Gabe immediately, reaching for his sword as he saw the look of pure panic on the young boy’s face.

“Fire!” Josue managed to splutter. “Palace—fire—everywhere!”

Gabe stared at him in astonishment. “The palace is on fire?” He then remembered the smoke in the air, and felt his stomach twist with horror.

No.

Without waiting for a response, Gabe raced out into the courtyard and looked up with a gasp, for the whole west wing of the palace was engulfed in flames. No, no, no, his mind kept chanting, and it took everything in Gabe not to freeze up and stare dumbstruck at the horrifying sight.

“What should we do?” he heard Josue cry from behind him, and it was just what Gabe needed to snap him out of his daze.

“Sound the alarm, alert everyone to the situation, start a bucket brigade at the docks leading to the palace, and I’ll gather up a team to go and rescue anyone still inside,” he ordered, wishing he felt as confident as he sounded. Josue nodded and dashed off, while Gabe raced to the guard barracks and rounded up as many people as he could.

Almost everyone was aware of the fire by now, either due to the loud ringing of the alarm bell or else just the raging flames lighting up the night sky. When Gabe and his team made it to the scene he immediately ran into Armando, who nearly sobbed with relief at the sight of him.

“There’s people still in there!” he exclaimed with alarm. “Once I saw the smoke I tried to tell everyone that I could, but then I panicked and knew I had to leave, and I was just about to go and get you but you’re here now so please, you have to help!”

“Of course we will.” Gabe laid a comforting hand on Armando’s shoulder. “Where’s the royal family?”

“I don’t know!” Armando cried in near hysterics. “I don’t know!”

“Okay, it’s okay, we’ll find them,” Gabe quickly assured. “Just—stay here!” He turned around and ordered a few of his guards to take a head count of everyone safely out of the palace, and then sprinted into the inferno.  

The heat quickly became unbearable and the smoke burned his eyes and lungs, but Gabe plunged ahead, not willing to stop until everyone was safely outside. He managed to find a few of the palace staff and swiftly escorted them to the exit, and then turned around to race back inside again. He continued his search, calling out to anyone who still might be in the hallways and checking every room he could see, when he saw Mateo stumble out of the library, covered head to toe in soot.

“Mateo!” Gabe cried in alarm, rushing toward his friend and helping to steady him. “Are you okay?”

Mateo gave a feeble nod. “I had…to go back…for the Codex Maru…” he explained through a fit of coughs, stopping to double over with his hands on his knees.

“C’mon, we’ve got to get you outta here.” Gabe slung Mateo’s arm over his shoulder and helped him race toward the exit.

“Have you seen Elena?” Gabe questioned once they were back in open air.

Mateo looked up at Gabe with concern. “Yeah, right after we…discovered the fire. She went to find…her grandparents and sister. You mean she isn’t back yet?” he huffed.

Gabe quickly scanned the sea of faces outside the palace and found he couldn’t spot Elena’s face anywhere, or any of the royal family for that matter. “No,” he announced dejectedly. “Stay here, I’ll find her.” Before Mateo could say another word, Gabe turned and ran back inside again.

The fire was spreading fast, and it was only a matter of time before no one could get in anymore—or out. Thankfully most of the kingdom had gathered together to start a bucket brigade and supply water to put out the fire, but Gabe knew that no matter how fast they went, they couldn’t outrun the flames.

“Elena!” Gabe hollered. “Luisa! Francisco! Isabel! Where are you?” he called again, but his voice was drowned out by the roar of the fire.

As he tried to listen to the sound of voices possibly calling in return, a large ear-splitting crack reached Gabe’s ears instead, and he looked up just in time to dive out of the way as a large piece of the ceiling came tumbling down from above him. He landed on the hard floor with a grunt, but then felt a scorching pain race up his arm and realized his jacket was on fire. With a hoarse yelp he managed to pat out the flames, but he could still feel the tantalizing sting of the burn the fire had left on his arm.

I need to find everyone, and fast, Gabe thought, desperation overtaking the weariness in his limbs. He redoubled his efforts to search throughout all the burning rooms of the palace, and then he spotted three individuals making their way toward him through the furious flames.  

“Elena!” Gabe called with relief, and saw that her grandparents were with her as well. “Hurry, you’ve all got to get out of here.” He reached out to help Luisa as the older woman almost stumbled on the smoldering debris littering the floor. “Are you the last ones inside? Where’s Isa?”

Elena frowned at Gabe as she swiped her hand across her forehead, leaving a large patch a soot in its wake. “You mean you didn’t see Isa and Christina outside?”

Gabe shook his head, his stomach clenching at the horrified look on Elena’s face.

“Isabel is still inside?” Francisco exclaimed through the fabric he had covering his mouth. “We must find her immediately!”

“We’ve got to get you outside first,” Gabe declared, but Elena reached out and grabbed his arm.

“No, you go and find Isa, I’ll get my abuelos out from here,” Elena ordered.

“But what about you, will you be—?”

“Gabe, you have to trust me when I say I can take care of myself,” Elena interrupted him. “Please, find Isa and Christina; I’ll come help you once I get my abuelos to safety.”

Gabe could tell from the hard look in Elena’s eyes that the issue was no longer up to discussion, so he simply nodded, figuring that arguing would only waste more time.

“Alright. Be safe.” He then dashed away, searching high and low for the younger princess and her friend. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been inside the burning palace by now, but the heat was becoming intense, and every breath he took felt like he was inhaling shards of glass. “Isabel! Christina!” he shouted, but knew they’d hardly be able to hear him. He turned to go down another hallway when he had to stop short in front of a pile of burning debris. He was contemplating on whether he should try to crawl under it or just vault over the top when he heard a cry of frustration coming from the other side, followed by the unmistakable sound of coughing.

I found them! Gabe realized with triumph, and with that in mind he found the energy to hurdle the large pile of debris and make it to the other side.

“Gabe?” he heard Isabel’s voice from behind him, and he turned around to see the young princess standing there with a look of relief on her face, her friend Christina riding on her back.

“Are you guys okay?” Gabe immediately asked. “What happened? Elena said you went out way ahead of her.”

“We were okay, until a piece of debris fell from the ceiling and caught Christina’s wheelchair on fire,” Isabel explained hoarsely. “I’ve been carrying her on my back, but we weren’t getting very far, and then we got trapped here.”

“I’m so sorry,” Christina mumbled, her voice barely audible over the fire. “I’m slowing us all down.”

“It’s not your fault,” Gabe comforted, while Isabel told her, “Don’t be silly, Gabe will help us now.”

Another piece of the ceiling came tumbling down right behind the three of them, prompting Gabe to sweep up Christina and secure her on his back.

“We’ve got to get out of here,” Gabe announced, noting how close the fire was closing in on them. If they didn’t get out now, they’d find themselves prey to the hungry inferno. The way he’d came was now completely impossible to get through, especially now with a person on his back, so he quickly made his way further down the hallway, Isabel trailing close behind him.

“Quickly, turn here,” Gabe instructed as they rounded the corner and found themselves in another hallway. They made a series of twists and turns and retraced their steps several times, trying to find a way to the exit, and Gabe felt himself grow more weary and exhausted as the seconds ticked by.

I don’t know if I can make it, he thought more than once, but then he remembered Christina and Isabel and how he promised to help them get to safety, and his resolve hardened and he found the energy to keep moving forward.

Gabe wasn’t sure how long the three of them were in there—five, ten, twenty minutes—but when he eventually saw the flight of stairs leading to the entrance hall he could’ve wept with relief. They had just made their way down the stairs and out into the open air again when he saw Elena barreling towards them, her arms outstretched as she wrapped her sister in a rib-breaking hug.

“You’re okay!” she cried with joy. “I was so worried, but I knew Gabe would save you.”

Christina’s father had come running over only a few seconds after Elena, taking his daughter from Gabe’s shoulders and thanking him profusely. Gabe could only nod in acknowledgement at the man’s gratefulness, and then grabbed the shoulder of the first royal guard he saw.

“Is everyone out…and accounted for?” he gasped, his throat completely raw.

The guard nodded. “Yes, sir. Everyone is safe.”

Gabe released a sigh of relief, and then collapsed to the ground, completely and utterly exhausted.

~

The fire was eventually put out, and the next day all the townspeople went back to their daily routine, while Elena and Mateo began to reconstruct the palace with their magic.

Gabe helped by searching through all the rubble and pulling out items that were still salvageable or had been untouched by the fire, but was interrupted from his task by the sudden appearance of Isabel and Christina.

“How’re you girls today?” Gabe asked as he continued to toss aside debris.

“Okay, thanks to you,” Isabel stated with a grin.

“We just wanted to say thank you, for saving our lives,” Christina said to him earnestly, her eyes shining with gratefulness.

Gabe paused in his sorting to smile at the young girls. “Well, they were two lives worth saving.”

After a bit more idle chat, both girls then waved goodbye to him, letting him get back to his work, but not before Isabel gave him a fleeting hug, declaring that he was the best captain of the guard she’d ever known.

As they left Gabe couldn’t help but smile at their retreating forms, once again reminded of how much he loved his job.

He might not always get to be a hero and have the grand, daring adventures he dreamed about in his youth, but he got to make a difference in the lives of the people of Avalor, and for him, that was more than enough.

#eoa appreciation week #gabe nunez #writing #my fic #elena of avalor

[mechagalaxy]

Sten Hugo Hiller - 627184: Mountain Climbing Mecha Combat #1328

(By Sten Hugo Hiller - 627184) Mountain Climbing Mecha Combat #1328 Brought to you by ANN Highlighting the May 3363 Point Mech Panic Once more the tattered remains who emerged from the vortex of destruction known as the Clan Wars were allowed to rest most of their formations. All that was needed for the post-war event was one single Mech you somehow managed to get to the arena. So far none have actually transported an inoperative Mech to the arenas for these events, but quite a few of them have over the years been somewhat lacking in armor/armament/equipment categories. Luckily for me, the time elapsing between the end of the war and the start of the event was long enough for me to get an Humbaba more or less operational. Bruno (my chief tech) wanted to run some more checkups on it, but  time was pressing so we had to run if we wanted to get to the arena before the scramble started. Even as we were ushered to a spot out on the plains, the timer started the countdown to the maximum lenght of the scramble. Ah, you are unfamiliar with the sudden death events? Briefly told. After a specified time, the event will run for up to half an hour longer. When the light flashes, everyone get the prize according to the spot they held as the event ended. Some of the events have kept going for nearly the maximum lenght, others have ended after a few seconds, -and we never know which it is going to be. This time none of the opponents had more Mechs than me (at least, -if they had brought them they couldnt use them). Some of them outmassed me by up to 10%, and all of them had licences at lest 45 higher than mine. I set my sights on the only opponent who had brought a lighter ride than me to the arena; Alexandre Nault from M&L Team Banzai. His Ignis actually had fewer weapons than my Humbaba, and after a brief scruffle we had claimed a spot on the foothills. Further going would be tougher, but some lucky strikes saw us rise in ranks and after spending some supers we were on the slopes. The top was held by David Sifford of the Northwind Dragons. The odds of us actually beating him and managing to hold the top until the light flashed was miniscule, but the last super and then the ordinary hatorades were quenched in a desperate bid for the top. Unfortunately, as the losses mounted my targeting got worse, and the last attack was launched against the top slope held by George warren of the Walocks HQ. To my great surprise we actually took the spot. But we would have to wait until we could continue the run for the top. My crew spent the waiting time to get some footage from the rest of the tops, and seconds before we had rested long enough to get another try the light flashed, signaling the end of the climb. Those who stood highest on the tops at that time were: Div 1 425+ (24 Commanders): Sal Vezzosi Jr, Warlocks HQ (24s) 2: Fabio Favaro 3: Bernard Johnson 4: Jeff Haas 5: David Buchanan 6: Shawn Wretham 7: Orion Prime 8: Jeff Page 9: Chad Leon Baker 10: Roy Cheah Div 2 -424 (14 Commanders): Makema Mathews (20m,10s) Div 3 -318 (17 Commanders): David Sifford, Northwind Dragons (8m,20s) Div 4 -232 (20 Commanders): Chris Zimmer, Northwind Dragons (4s) Div 5 -179 (33 Commanders): retiredarmyman, Death`s Revenge (<1s) Div 6 -127 (25 Commanders): Chris Page, Death`s Revenge (9h,1m) Div 7 -94 (32 Commanders): Mike Slowenski, Chess Dragons (3s) Div 8 -63 (23 Commanders): Djohn Ddrake, Death`s Hecklers (2m,5s) Div 9 -42 (19 Commanders): Kenny, Niode Dragons (12h,44m) Div 10 -27 (19 Commanders): Matias Josue, D.H.o.t.A. (5m,59s) Div 11 -15 (14 Commanders): Michael Ritzer, Sigma Squadron (1d,59m) Total Contestants: 240 Total medals claimed: 163 (of 165 possible) Compared to the mid-war event, the participation was reduced by nine Commanders. And, -like in that event, there were a couple unclaimed Bronzes. This time one each from K2 and K15. The last half-hour saw eight Golds changing hands at least once, four of them not decided until the last half-minute. The last trio of Golds were all held for more than two hours, one of them for more than a day. So we had a fairly brisk exchange on the tops. But was the struggle for the rest of the prizes equally fierce? To get an answer we take a look at the number of medals held for more than 30 minutes in this event: .............Silvers......Bronzes Div 1 ....0 of 4.........5 of 10 Div 2 ....3 of 4.........8 of 9 Div 3 ....0 of 4.........5 of 10 Div 4 ....0 of 4.........8 of 10 Div 5 ....0 of 4.........7 of 10 Div 6 ....1 of 4.........8 of 10 Div 7 ....1 of 4.........8 of 10 Div 8 ....0 of 4.........6 of 10 Div 9 ....2 of 4.........9 of 10 Div 10 ..3 of 4.......10 of 10 Div 11 ..4 of 4.........9 of 9 The sole top without any medal attacks this time were K11. At the other end of the scale we had Mount Olympus, K3, K4, K5 and K8 where the majority of the medals ended in fresh hands. Both the Northwind Dragons (K3 + K4) and Death`s Revenge (K5 + K6) claimed a double Gold in this event. None of the Frontline champions managed to secure a follow-up Gold, but we had one (temporarily) unaligned winner; Makema Mathews on K2. Upcoming event: Laser Blast Chrono Here we get an unlimited Chrono. Ok, it is with benefits. All Lasers dish out 80% additional damage, so some adjustments to the lineup/equipment/armament, especially shielding will be a good move for those who want to claim some (good) prizes. I said it was a Chrono, right? So what are you waiting for? Sign up now!! Event ends September 20 between 0300 and 0330 New York Time

[ptl365-blog]

Sean: Dawn, I'm sorry. I really am so sorry to hear that but (putting Dawn's phone down) you've got to let him make his decisions and you can't do anything to stop it. If you do, and if you do try to change his decision, that might make him trust you even less.

Dawn: But...What if? What if I tried to ask him what I can do, what I can say that would get him to maybe reconsider his decision? Maybe he'll want to meet with me to talk about it then?

Larissa: Dawn, if he would be willing to listen to you right now then he would already be willing to meet with you, nonetheless, even message you back. Clearly, he's not ready right now. He doesn't want to. Or even more than that, he can't. And that's the choice he's made. And that's the reality

Cassenia: Yes, but also Dawn, you're not stuck in that reality. For all you know, to every situation, what you see is not the full reality. You just see a portion, a fragment, a little bit of the whole scale of life and what is to come. Infinite possibilities you know. I want A but he chose B, well maybe in the future he'll choose A, maybe in the future you'll both choose C, or you'll choose B, or maybe right now even it's not B it's D just not in full picture and...There are so many possibilities-- of the present, that we can't fully respond to, and of the future, that we can't foresee, and of the past that we can't comprehend. Don't let his current decision make you feel trapped, in the moment of the finite.

Dawn: I appreciate that. I really do. But...can we take a moment to let realities- be the reality

before the possibilities can become the next realities? And for me right now, the reality is making me panic, making me grieve, making me suffocate, making me feel.. lost. and hopeless. We're done! You guys, we're done. I don't think there's anything I can do to get him back. Look, he's clearly made the decision...to not even meet up with me once and he knows I'm going to London.

Larissa: He just...says it's not the right time. And suggested to meet when you come back. Maybe by then he'll be willing

Sean: or not. You'll never know. To say 'it'll be better to talk when you get back' is implying that it's over and he'll give the end talk later...maybe. if you still need it and if he is capable of processing it then. Or he's just hoping that the time youre gone will give both him and you the space for both of you to move on.

Pharis: Well, why I very much can easily agree with all the perspectives you all are letting out...Let's take a moment with Dawn to grieve the loss and to embrace and take care of the pain due to this...rejection. It hurts. And you're right this is the reality, but also just a possibility. But you know,

Realities are enfolded in possibilities, and possibilities are enfolded in realities. You open one, you open the other. You open a reality, you come with all the possibilities. You open a possibility, you're opening up a reality.

We're opening up this reality, and in it we see possibilities and out of all the possibilities one of them will become a reality. We just don't know which one yet. Just like...we're sometimes confused to which one is the true reality.

Josue: All to say Dawn, if there's one thing you can believe to be true, is that he still loves you.

Dawn: How?

Harrison: He could've easily met you if he didn't

All: what?

Harrison: if you don't really have feelings for the person, if youre not affected by that person, trust me. it's easier to meet and talk about the issue. it's easier to talk to your waiter, your cashier, the person over the phone who's trying to sell you something-- tell them no, tell them the calculation was wrong, tell them that's not what you wanted...But for those who you really care about, for those that matter to you, those who are personal to you...Regarding them? It's not the same to so easily open up and talk. Sometimes, love doesn't make it easier for us to open up...It becomes a process. and requires a process. and through process, solidifes into love. Ice is harder to break than liquid. Liquid is already flowing.

But liquid is the process, required to become ice again.

The love is at a more fragile state right now, but I know it's still a process that will solidify. And then would become even more invulnerable.

Dawn: But I want to talk to him...now. What does that make me?

Harrison: Solidified.

Dawn: And him?

Harrison: broken down right now, in need of the process.

Dawn: will he? will we meet each other at the same place again?

Harrison: well, you already can. Ice floats into water, and water into ice. And if met at the temperature that requires one to be the other, soon or later, the one would become the other.

Dawn: so will he become...where i'm at or

Sean: will you become where you're at

Larissa: How can we know?

Cassenia: Or when?

Harrison: We don't. We don't determine the weather.

Sean: so we let the temperature, the sun, the weather, whatever that surrounds us, to determine us?

Pharis: No. We yield ourselves to the rhythmic nature of the molecules that dance accordingly and faithfully to that which gives them a new beat, a new cadence. It's not exactly a control issue you see.

Harrison: And as you both become ice or water at one another's intersection...you'll see. Over time, as you progress and process, you'll know wherever you end up is just the natural sequence of that faithful cycle and movement. And you'll feel it. You'll feel it so naturally that you won't even feel it.

Dawn: So will I melt with him

or will he be solidified

regardless, we'll end up in the same place again.

Harrison: Different times, unexpected time, and places.

But yes.

That's why love is

more like a state of being.

Sean: malleable?

Harrison: No. Always, a state, and always, a being. And a state and a being together, in the end.

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For the drabble thing - Dishonesty with Brinn

Weak morning lightly filtered in through the pale gauze over the windows as Brinn shoved himself upright on the sofa. Grey light everywhere. Bottles and glasses littered every flat surface, some empty, some spilled their contents onto whatever surface they happened to land on. He shook his head, trying to clear his blurry vision. The room refused to come into focus. He stifled a groan so as not to wake anyone and leaned back against the plush fabric, upright this time rather than sprawled out. His cheek hurt from where he had spent the night passed out with his face pressed against the large, velvet-covered buttons that strained to hold the stuffing within the cushions.

He caught sight of Eddard, sleeping in a heap in the middle of the floor. The heavy kohl around his eyes had run down his face. Brinn frowned. Crying? A flash of memory impossible to hold on to. Eddard was upset about someone… something? He vaguely remembered trying to comfort the man, but the details were gone. 

A soft whisper of movement caused Brinn to tense up. The curtains were moving against the polished marble floor as a breeze caught them. Brinn’s eyes narrowed, worried. Was Malene outside? No, she was never up this early. Especially not with Kitte and Josue visiting. He pushed himself upright, then clutched at the armrest to keep from falling over. The room spun briefly, then steadied. He needed to find food. Something. His wrists stung. He looked down at the angry, red abrasions. Rope this time it seemed. 

There must be some leftover food somewhere. His mind started to panic. When was the last time he actually ate? Malene fed him grapes and berries last night. The night before? No, last night. He bit at his lip, unsure. Perhaps the servants were in the kitchen and could spare him some food. He found a sheet draped over the back of a chair and wrapped it around his waist tightly so that any stains were hidden inside. Surely Malene’s servants were no longer the kind to be surprised by anyone’s appearance in the house.

The floor was cold against the bottom of his feet as he padded quietly towards the kitchen. Please let there be some food…

“Oh? And what is this? A lost little duckling?” He was wrong, terribly wrong. They hadn’t even gone to sleep yet. Malene turned away from where she was wrapped around Kitte and looked at Brinn as he entered the kitchen. 

Brinn smiled lopsidedly, praying that it looked more like a confident smirk than a look given by a rabbit caught in the open by a pack of wolves. “Hey Malene. Up early or haven’t yet made it to bed?” He chuckled with the others as Josue mumbled out a sarcastic response. “Yeah, I thought I’d come and check to see if the servants had prepared breakfast yet; y’know, after last night, could use some real food to keep me goin’.” He grabbed onto Malene’s hips as she pressed against him, digging his fingers deeply into her flesh to keep from showing that he was shaking.

“Aww, it’s hungry.” Kitte’s husky voice matched her pitying pout as she watched Brinn jealously.

“I jus’ need somethin’…” He couldn’t keep the quaver out of his voice that time.

Malene’s dark eyes narrowed as she placed her painted fingernail against his lips. “Kitte, get some of that leftover bread for the little duckling.”

He forced another chuckle. “How ‘bout some cuts of meat to go with that? I could really…” He was cut off by a sudden hard pinch. She was becoming annoyed. He had learned not to press his luck with her. “Hey, whatever you want to feed me is just fine.” He grinned and held up his hands to acquiesce. 

“Tell me you love me, duckling.” She kissed him, then tore off a piece of stale bread and popped it in his mouth. Kitte and Josue tittered as they watched her tease him.

“I love you, Malene.”

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8 dead, dozens still missing after California dive-boat fire, officials say

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LOS ANGELES — Eight people died and more than two dozen passengers remained unaccounted for after a 75-foot commercial diving boat on a Labor Day excursion caught fire off the coast of Santa Cruz Island in Southern California, officials said.

Four of the bodies were recovered Monday and have yet to be identified, something Santa Barbara Sheriff Bill Brown — who also acts as the coroner — said will take some time.

Four other victims were spotted at the bottom of the ocean “in close proximity” to the boat, named the Conception.

“Our hearts go out to the families of the victims of this terrible tragedy,” Brown said.

There were a total of 39 people on board — 33 passengers and six crew members, said Coast Guard Capt. Monica Rochester. Twenty-six people are missing.

“We all should be prepared to move into the worst outcome,” she told reporters.

The 75′ Conception, based in Santa Barbara Harbor, caught fire early 9/2 while anchored off Santa Cruz Island, multiple agencies responded. 5 people were rescued and 34 are missing.

Good Samaritans were able to save five crew members, who were awake in the main cabin and jumped off the fully engulfed boat, Rochester said. The passengers were below deck in the berthing area that’s primarily used for sleeping, the Coast Guard’s Aaron Bemis told CNN.

“The report that we got is that they were trapped by the fire,” Bemis said. “The fire was so intense that even after it was put out, we’re not able to actually embark the vessel and look for survivors at this point. It’s still ongoing.”

A mayday call revealed one side of the harrowing discussion between a Coast Guard dispatcher and the Conception’s captain. Only the dispatcher’s words were captured, but it provides insight into the panic the captain was experiencing.

After the captain apparently reports a fire and provides a location, the dispatcher is heard saying, “And there’s 33 people on board the vessel that’s on fire, they can’t get off? … Roger, are they locked inside the boat? … Roger, can you get back on board and unlock the boat, unlock the door so they can get off? … Roger, you don’t have any firefighting gear at all? No fire extinguishers or anything?”

Later in the conversation, the dispatcher asks, “Was that all the crew that jumped off? … Roger, is the vessel fully engulfed right now … Roger, and there’s no escape hatch for any of the people on board?”

Of the crew who were rescued, one suffered minor injuries. Four of them were being taken ashore, while the Conception’s captain has opted to remain on the scene, Coast Guard Chief Warrant Officer Josue Mendez said.

Rochester earlier said the vessel was in compliance with regulations.

The cause of the blaze is not clear. Authorities said there is no evidence of a criminal act at this point.

James Kohls was in Oxnard waiting to learn the fate of his brother, Mike Kohls, the gallery cook and a deckhand on the Conception. At 4 a.m., his brother, a lifelong surfer and father of one daughter, is typically making breakfast for the passengers, James Kohls said.

“It’s very surreal at the moment,” he told reporters. “They were going to let me know whether he was one of the survivors that got off.”

Firefighters had difficulty snuffing out the fast-moving fire, Bemis said. Each time it was extinguished, it flared back up — perhaps because of the fuel on board, he said.

“The Conception burned down to the water line,” said Santa Barbara County Fire Department spokesman Mike Eliason.

Foggy conditions also complicated the rescue operation.

The boat was about 20 miles off the mainland coast, near Santa Cruz Island in the Channel Islands National Park. Authorities are searching the islands’ shorelines for survivors, the Coast Guard said.

As firefighters worked to put out the blaze, the boat sank in 64 feet of water, Rochester said. The hull is inverted.

The fire began about 3:14 a.m. (6:14 a.m. ET), Bemis said, and the Ventura County Fire Department said it was on the scene within 15 minutes.

Conception is based out of Santa Barbara Harbor, according to harbor patrol officer Nathan Alldredge.

Authorities responded to a call for fire and rescue support in the Platts Harbor area of Santa Cruz Island before 4 a.m., he said. When they arrived, they found “at least 30 passengers on board and (the boat was) fully involved in flames,” Alldredge said.

According to Truth Aquatics website, which conducts boat charters, Conception left Saturday on a three-day cruise and was scheduled to return Monday afternoon. CNN has reached out to Truth Aquatics for comment.

from FOX 4 Kansas City WDAF-TV | News, Weather, Sports https://fox4kc.com/2019/09/02/8-dead-dozens-still-missing-after-california-dive-boat-fire-officials-say/

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Armchair Analyst: Forever orange, purple resilience & more from Week 1

March 5, 20181:17AM EST

So this is a fact I’ve been dying to address for monthsyears two decades. A big part of my dream for what soccer is in America (and Canada – I dream of Canada too, I swear it) is “let’s be a league that not only buys the best players, but also builds the best players right here at home.”

It’s not just because I love the idea of having been on the ground floor for the beginning of MLS and then potentially get to watch it grow into something globally recognized for its quality. It’s not just because I love to see good soccer, or that I’m naturally drawn to “potential,” as are so many of you.

It’s all that, but it’s also that I literally do not see a path toward becoming the best league in the Americas if we do not first become the best developmental league in the Americas. That means buying the likes of Milton Valenzuela and Jesus Medina, both of whom had sterling debuts in big Week 1 wins. It also has to mean building our own great players via our academies and the USL/PDL partnerships that MLS teams have worked so hard to make viable and valuable over the past half-decade.

Progress has been slow:

MLS does a really bad job of playing young American players. Like really bad. Also, before you ask, no it’s not improving – has been about 2%-3% for a number of years. pic.twitter.com/oV0zfPDBpr

— Alex Olshansky (@atosoccer) January 10, 2018

Here is the good news: In Week 1, domestic players aged 21 and under played 4.11 percent of available minutes. That includes a couple of Canadians (Alphonso Davies and David Choinière) as well as Sounders Homegrown Handwalla Bwana, who’s been here a decade, has a green card and is on his way to US citizenship. You may not count him, but for all intents and purposes he’s a local.

Now, the absence of minutes for a few notable, high-upside youngsters justifiably frustrated folks in Atlanta and Dallas, and even if Paxton Pomykal and Andrew Carleton had played, the number would not be high enough yet for my liking. I’d eventually like to see MLS end up somewhere between La Liga and the Bundesliga in terms of minutes earned by the U-22s.

But progress that lasts tends to be progress that’s incremental. Week 1 was a good first step.

Road to Nowhere

We spent a good chunk of time on Saturday dissecting exactly how Atlanta were just asking to be dissected by Houston in the Dynamo’s 4-0 win. They had a d-mid but they played him at center back; their nominal Defender of the Year (that’s the Andrew Wiebe curse) played awful and then got hurt; and their midfield, which I and everybody else has been harping about all preseason, was a “c’mon just drive right through” zone.

It was bad and they were unprepared and they’ve got to move Jeff Larentowicz back to the 6 and Tata Martino has to develop Miles Robinson and even if those two things happen it may not be enough because I still don’t see how Darlington Nagbe fits.

Here, we talked about it a bunch:

But none of this matters if Houston aren’t utterly and ruthlessly prepared. They knew Atlanta were going to try to possess through the middle so they drew a nice mid-line of confrontation – this wasn’t bunker ball from the Dynamo – and forced turnovers in spots where they could get out on the break. And when they did break, they broke together, which you can see in the assist numbers: Each of their first three goals had both primary and secondary assists.

This wasn’t just “kick it out to Alberth Elis and let him run,” and anyone who characterizes it as that should be mocked, ridiculed and generally shunned from polite society.

So how did they dominate so thoroughly? By shutting off any/all outlets for the Dynamo backline:

These are all the passes by ATL’s CBs. That’s Parkhurst with the lone wolf pass into the box. Reams of turnovers for the other two guys who started. pic.twitter.com/HPRS8O4hyZ

— Matthew Tomaszewicz (@shinguardian) March 3, 2018

(Green arrows are completed passes, Red incomplete)

As my old podcastmate went on to point out, incomplete passes from the central defense are invitations to get out into transition. Houston took those invitations time and again during the first half-hour, looking remarkably like the 2017 version of Atlanta against, I don’t know, the Revs or Galaxy or something. It was eerie.

Houston aren’t, I don’t think, deep enough to be great — though they showed off some depth yesterday when Darwin Ceren came in early for the injured Juan David Cabezas at d-mid. Nonetheless they’re going to be very good because they’re smart and well-drilled, and in Elis they have at least one game-changing attacker (Mauro Manotas is knocking on the door to make it two).

As for Atlanta, I’m not about to mash the panic button. I think they’ll end up being fine because they have so much talent, but the biggest part of the next month has to be Martino making the right personnel adjustments, and Nagbe in particular being more assertive about getting into spots and being available to receive outlets.

Seen and Not Seen

If Houston’s dominance was the first story of the regular season, Orlando City’s rebuild has to claim its spot as one of, if not the biggest story of the off-season. They went out and got players young and old(ish), pulled from college and USL and NASL and the Bundesliga and North Africa and MLS and memories of MLS Cup champions past.

And then they went out in Week 1 and played without about half those guys. Sacha Kljestan was suspended and Pierre da Silva was suspended and Josue Colman was hurt and and Uri Rosell has been in the country for about 45 minutes and Lamine Sané just wasn’t quite ready to go. So Jason Kreis – who, for the second straight year kept preseason prep under wraps – had to go with a fairly makeshift XI, and just to increase the degree of difficulty had to do it a man down for the last 50 minutes.

The early returns for OCSC, who played in a diamond (praise be) with rookie Cam Lindley doing very Wil Trapp-y things at d-mid, were good. They eschewed the pointless long-balls that plagued them last year, they had a clear level of defensive buy-in from everyone who took the field (a big change), and they got a resilient and ultimately point-saving performance from Justin Meram:

(Also worth mentioning they have Joe Bendik, whose penalty save was freaking heroic in the 1-1 draw).

Part of this falls on D.C. United, who never really took advantage of their, uh, advantage. At halftime they talked about getting on the ball and spreading the Purple Lions out, but never evinced any sort of plan to do so after the break and were reduced to a bunker for the final 20ish minutes. This is not how an 11-man team punishes a 10-man team with possession:

For a team a man up and a goal up, @dcunited’s pass map for the last 20 minutes vs. @OrlandoCitySC was a cry for help (and structure).

The road point is nice but that’s a catastrophe. pic.twitter.com/EsFVzwCjrb

— Matthew Doyle (@MattDoyle76) March 4, 2018

So neither team will leave this game entirely happy, nor will they leave entirely unhappy. OCSC did, after all, cough up two points to a conference foe at home — but did so while fighting back in dramatic fashion after playing most of the game a man down. D.C. did, after all, concede a soft, late equalizer — but still took a road point.

For now, for both, it’s enough.

A few more things to ponder…

8. 18-year-old Anthony Fontana got the game-winning goal for Philly in their 2-0 win over the visiting Revs, who had both their center backs sent off and were only spared from an embarrassing scoreline by some shoddy Union finishing.

Fontana was clever about getting into attacking spots, and C.J. Sapong was simply relentless about creating those attacking spots for everybody around him. Sapong had a goal, an assist, and drew the game-changing straight red on Antonio Mlinar Delamea. He’ll never be the most clinical of finishers, but it’s exciting to imagine what he’ll be able to do in attack this year now with more quality around him.

7. There was obvious quality on display in Toronto, with the shock being it was the visitors who put on the clinic. Federico Higuain continues to be the smartest player in the league. When he moves, it’s not just to get open, but rather to shift the entire defense:

Columbus are going to be good. The 2-0 win they took from BMO Field was not a fluke.

6. Nor was the 3-2 win San Jose took from visiting Minnesota United. The Quakes were vicious in attack through 80 minutes and fully deserved their 3-0 lead, then repeatedly fell asleep and lost track of Kevin Molino over the last 10 as they nearly surrendered it.

The Loons played a lot better once Collen Warner came on the field.

5. Stop me if you’ve heard this one before: Sporting KC won the expected goals battle but lost the game. It was actually fairly close on xG (1.49-1.42 as per Opta), but NYCFC finished their chances while SKC fluffed theirs in a 2-0 win for the visitors.

Sporting crossed the ball 24 times, which is a very high number that they exceeded only once last year. That’s a bad strategy for a team with no particularly gifted headers of the ball in attack, and speaks to the lack of ideas they had moving forward.

NYCFC, meanwhile, looked very good.

4. Speaking of gifted headers of the ball… Kei Kamara, goal No. 99 followed by our Face of the Week via his celebration with Davies:

The cross, the header, the dance moves!

Kei Kamara opens his account for #VWFC.#VANvMTLhttps://t.co/z9IemFerad

— Vancouver Whitecaps (@WhitecapsFC) March 5, 2018

Wakanda forever.

In general crossing is a low-percentage play, and I thought Davies (who was wonderful, and will almost certainly be on the Team of the Week) was too happy to settle for crossing the ball instead of driving into the box on the dribble and trying to combine. This is a habit of the ‘Caps, to be honest.

But there’s a difference between bending in an early ball when your target forward has found a pocket of space away from the CBs and driving in a cross against a packed-in defense. As Davies matures he’ll better understand those margins, and become even more of a weapon.

Which is freaking scary because, at 17, he was the best player on the field by a mile in Vancouver’s 2-1 win over the Impact.

3. FC Dallas played much better in their 1-1 draw vs. RSL than they had in their midweek CCL disappointment against FC Tauro. That said, they still got ripped up in transition a few times, and still had trouble finishing.

Through 270 minutes there are no signs Los Toros Tejanos have figured out what killed them in 2017.

2. The Galaxy, on the other hand, have found at least a partial cure for their suffering of the past year, picking up a 2-1 win over visiting Portland on Sunday night. It was not pretty from either team, and LA were absolutely holding on for dear life at the end. They also lost Romain Alessandrini to what appears to be a hamstring strain.

But they got Sebastian Lletget back, got three points, and got a goal from center forward Ola Kamara.

As for the Timbers, I’m going to wait to reserve final judgement, but my guess is the 4-2-3-1 is not long for this world. Based upon what we saw Sunday and during preseason, Gio Savarese is going to have to go in a different direction.

1. And finally, our Pass of the Week goes to Carlos Vela, who looked the part of a superstar in LAFC’s franchise-opening 1-0 win at Seattle:

LAFC weren’t perfect, but they were brave in how they played out of the back, they got an outstanding performance form Tyler Miller, and they got three points on the road in their debut game. Bob Bradley seems to know a thing or two about winning with expansion teams.

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Very poor finishing lets Daya down

Daya Nueva 0 v. Grupo Caliche 1

Caliche started the better and the Daya defence had to be alert to long balls over the top.  With eight minutes played the home side put together a good move but Alex’ shot flew just wide of the post.  Two minutes late Daya had a corner, Josue hit a great ball to the far post that Josema rose well to head just wide. 

Mochin in the Daya goal made a fantastic save a minute later when the home side’s defence stood still in anticipation of an offside decision that did not come.  From a well worked Daya free kick on fourteen minutes the ball cannoned off the post and flew across the goal mouth to safety. 

What a let off for Caliche !  It was end to end football now with the visitors probably carrying the greater goal threat.  On twenty two minutes from a corner that Daya failed to deal with the visitors went ahead. 

So how would the home side respond ?  Well they certainly did not go into panic mode but with their opponents calling most if the tunes Daya were finding life very difficult.  With a few minutes of the half remaining Daya attacked down their left, the ball fell nicely to a Daya forward whose shot was saved by the keeper’s feet.  It was the home side’s best chance so far and should have been put away.  So 1-0 down at the break but hope springs internal, or so they say. 

Coach, Juan Pedro’s half time talk had the desired effect, as Daya started the second period very well.  They put together several good moves down the left but with no real threat from the final pass.  On fifty eight minutes from a good corner the home side again failed to find the back of the net when it was easier to score than to miss ! 

These missed chances were surely going to cost Daya the game if allowed to continue.  Another good move on sixty eight minutes by Daya with yet another poor finish, surely one must go in soon ?  On eighty minutes Mochin made a fantastic save from a close range shot to keep alive the home side’s very very slim chance of getting something from the game.  On eighty three minutes it was Caliche’s turn to miss an easy chance, their lobbed effort towards an empty Daya goal, bouncing over the crossbar ! 

Moments later the visitors blasted another good chance over the bar.  Two good chances came Daya’s way but once more diabolical finishing was the order of the day.  So final score 1-0 to the visitors. 

If Daya could have put away half their chances at least a point would have been earned and may be even the win.  Man of the Match was Mochin, his saves kept Daya’s hopes alive.

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Cuba Awaits New Trump Proposals

Cuba Awaits New Trump Proposals / Iván García Ivan Garcia, 14 June 2017 — What you lose last is hope. And those who have plans to immigrate to the United States maintain bulletproof optimism. Close to a small park in Calzada street, next to Rivero's funeral home, dozens of restless people await their appointment for the consular interview at the American Embassy located at the Havana's Vedado district. Ronald, a mixed-race man of almost six feet, requested a tourist visa to visit his mother in Miami. Before going to the embassy he bathed with white flowers and sounded a maraca gourd before the altar of the Virgen de la Caridad, Cuba's Patron Saint, wishing that they would approve his trip. Outside the diplomatic site, dozens of people await restlessly. Each one of them has a story to tell. Many have had their visas denied up to five times while some are there for the first time with the intent to get an American visa; they rely on astrology or some other witchcraft. Daniela is one of those people. "Guys, the astral letter says that Trump instructed the embassy people to give the biggest possible number of visas," she says to others also waiting. Rumors grow along the line of those who read in social media — never in the serious news — that Trump, in his next speech in Miami, will reverse the reversal of the "wet foot-dry foot" policy. In a park on Linea Street with Wi-Fi internet service, next to the Camilo Cienfuegos clinic, two blocks from the United States Embassy, Yaibel comments with a group of internet users that a friend who lives in Florida told him that Trump was going to issue open visa to all Cubans. The most ridiculous theories circulate around the city among those who dream to migrate. The facts or promises made by Trump to close the faucet of immigration mean nothing to them. Guys like Josue holds on to anything that makes him think that his luck will change. "That's the gossip going on. Crazy Trump will open all doors to Cubans… Dude we are the only country in Latin America that lives under a dictatorship. If they give us carte blanch three or four million people will emigrate. The Mariel Boatlift will be small in comparison. That's the best way to end this regime. These people — the government — will be left alone here"… opines the young man. In a perfect domino effect, some people echo the huge fantasy. "Someone told me that they were going to offer five million working visas to Cubans. The immigrants would be located in those states where they need laborers. The people would need to come back in around a year, since the Cuban Adjustment Act will be eliminated," says Daniela, who doesn't remember where she heard such a delirious version. Now, let's talk seriously. If something Donald Trump has showed, aside from being superficial and erratic, it is being a president profoundly anti-immigrant. But more than a few ordinary Cubans want to assert the contrary. The ones who wish to immigrate are the only segment that awaits with optimism good news from Trump. The spectrum of opinion of the rest of the Cubans ranges from indifference to concern. In the local dissidence sector, the ones who believed that Trump was going to open his wallet or go back to Obama's strategy towards dissent, became more pessimistic after the White House announced a decrease of $20 million dollars for civil society programs. "Those groups that obtained money thanks to the Department of State are pulling their hair out. But the ones that receive financing from the Cuban exiles are not that unprotected," indicates a dissident who prefers to remain anonymous. The Palace of the Revolution in Havana is probably the place where Trump's pronouncements are awaited with the greatest impatience. The autocracy, dressed in olive green, has tried to be prudent with the magnate from New York. Contrary to Fidel Castro's strategy, which at the first sign of change would prepare a national show and lengthy anti-imperialist speeches, Raul's regime has toned that down as much as possible. In certain moments they have criticized him. However, without offensiveness and keeping the olive branch since the government is betting on continuing the dialogue with the United Estates, to lift the embargo, to receive millions of gringo tourists and to begin business with American companies. Official analysts are waiting for Trump to act from his entrepreneur side. The autocracy is offering business on a silver plate, as long as it is with state companies. According to a source that works with Department of Foreign trade, "The ideal would be to continue the roadmap laid out by Obama. With the situation in Venezuela and the internal economic crisis, the official wish is that relations with the United States deepen and millions in investments begins. The government will give in, as long as it doesn't feel pressured with talk about Human Rights. "I hope that Trump is pragmatic. If he opens fire and returns to the scenario of the past, those here will climb back into the trenches. Confrontation didn't yield anything in 55 years. However, in only two years of Obama's policy, aside from the panic of many internal leaders, there was a large popular acceptance," declares the source. In Havana's streets Trump is not appreciated. "That guy is insane. Dense and a cretin and that's all. If he sets things back, to me it's all the same. The majority of ordinary Cubans don't benefit from the agreements made on December 17. Of course, I think it was the government's fault," says Rey Angel, worker. And the reestablishment of the diplomatic relations and the extension of Obama's policy to get closer to the the island's private workforce, caused more notice in the press than concrete changes. The people consulted do not believe that Trump will reduce the amount of money sent in remittances by Cubans overseas, or the number of trips home by Cubans living in the United States. "If he does, it will affect many people who live off the little money and things that family living in the North (United States) can send", says a lady waiting in line at Western Union. The rupture of the Obama strategy will decidedly affect the military regime. And it looks like the White House will fire its rockets against the flotation line. But anything can happen. Trump is just Trump. Translated by: LYD Source: Cuba Awaits New Trump Proposals / Iván García – Translating Cuba - http://ift.tt/2t10iu0 via Blogger http://ift.tt/2t1Vvs5

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Panic, fear and hubris

Panic, fear and hubris

RRoy’siPadPanic, fear and hubris Ronald Roy — April 29, 2030 A certain Atty. Jude Josue Sabio was punished by the Supreme Court in 2005 for accusing a Laguna judge of bribery, with the additional warning that a similar act in the future “would be dealt with more severely”. Well, what do you know…this same guy has just crawled out onto a limb by filing a Complaint before the International Criminal…

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