Hagrid, what are you doing here? Where’s — James — and Lily?
Peter. Wah! Harry? I can take him. I’m his godfather! Dumbledore says he goes to Lily’s sister. Man, seriously? FUCK Dumbledore!
I’m his legal guardian. I can’t. He needs me! I can’t lose him, I’m all he has. I’m so sorry… Hagrid, give me Harry. Please don’t make me. Sirius, no! Stupefy.
Shit. Hey kid. Let’s go. Dear Remus, First: I apologize. Second: I kidnapped Harry. HELP. Don’t tell the order. -Padfoot
Ok but hasn’t it been shown that a single stupefy wouldn’t be enough to have an effect on hagrid due to his giant blood?
clearly this means that hagrid pretended that the stupefy knocked him out, gently laid down on the ground so the baby wasn’t jostled, and pretended to snore while sirius ran the fuck away
possibly interrupting himself mid-snore to offer advice
*Hagrid sits up*
“SUPPORT ‘IS LI’IL HEAD, YE GREAT IDIOT!”
*lies down*
*Sirius climbs on motorbike*
*Hagrid sits up again*
“DON’ FERGET TO BURP ‘IM AFTER A FEEDIN!”
*Motorbike zooms off*
*Hagrid sits up, cups hands and yells*
“AN’ MAKE SURE ‘E SLEEPS ON ‘IS BACK!”
*lies down again for another five minutes for good measure*
then he lies there mumbling about how he shouldn’t’ve said that
If your reasoning for dress codes is “it might distract male teachers” heres a tip: dont hire men who sexualize the children theyre supposed to be teaching? Fire them
Story Time: in 2012, when I still lived in Florida, I used to work for a credit union, and I had the absolute worst manager and assistant manager. They were sloppy, lazy, and offloaded their work onto other people. No biggie; I’m grown and I can handle my job and not stress because I’m damned good at it. Problem: the manager and assistant manager, who happened to be best friends in real life, also happen to be very, very conservative older women. I’m talking like, hardcore conservative Christians, the kind who are not very good people and are very unlike Christ. I don’t make it a point to tell people I work with my business because when you work, you’re busy and you don’t want to burden other people, right? At least, I don’t. Subject of my love life comes up after a while of me staying in my lane, and I’m also not a liar, so I casually mention that I happen to be gay and I’m dating someone at the time.
The change in my managers was almost immediate. From that point on they tried their utmost to make my life miserable, but I wasn’t going to break. Fast forward about a month after this mess and one of the tellers, Tanika, and I have become really good friends, and she pulls me aside one Monday morning to tell me that she overheard the manager and assistant manager talking about firing me, and she didn’t want to get too involved, but she didn’t think it was fair so she wnated to give me a headsup. Here’s the best part: these asshats are SO lazy that they literally say – or so Tanika tells me- that they’ll wait for the end of the week to do it, because otherwise they would have no one to cover my Wednesday shift, and they’d have to sit on the teller line, and no siree Bob, they’re too good for that! Too important! Too. Fucking. Lazy.
Immediately I type up a two week notice at my station, print that shit out, and take it to that sloppy ass manager in her sloppy ass office. They have no receipts on me, but these people will find anything and use it to get rid of you if they can, and I’m not having a forcible termination on my record and dealing with how that will look to future employers. Keep in mind that I’m not supposed to know that they’re planning on firing me, and I’ve done my homework on company policy about two week notices (they had just changed it in January, and it was February). I give her the paper, sit in front of her, tell her some cock and bull story about needing more time for school. She looks upset, tells me to leave the letter, and go back to my station. I pull out a second copy of the letter and say: “Sure! But, first, I need your signature on this one, which is my copy of the two week notice.” Her face was a Goddamned mask at this point, but I could tell she was burning up inside. She’s trapped; she has to either sign it and pretend everything is fine, or she refuses and I go in on her for her “suspicious behavior” and call her higher ups. She signs my copy. I go back and finish my day.
Day ends and the assistant manager comes to me and tells me they have spoken to the president of the credit union and they have decided to terminate me anyway. Tells me I need to turn in my drawer and vault keys immediately and leave the premises. I refuse; “I’m not leaving until we count my drawer down together, I have a printed and signed copy of my balance, and you have signed paperwork confirming that I have given you all keys back.” She has no choice. I walk out with all necessary paperwork, get home, and immediately email the credit union president telling him what happened and how I think it’s utterly unprofessional for an employer to behave this way. He calls me the next day to my personal phone, and tells me the manager and assistant manager both told him I had quit on the spot and walked out without so much as a goodbye. I tell him I have a signed two week notice from the manager, because this sloppy ho can’t even keep own story together for five minutes. He tells me to photocopy it and email it to him. I do. Tells me he is going to have a discussion with the manager and call me back ASAP. Calls me back, apologizes profusely, and tells me that I shouldn’t have been treated as such, so he offers to pay me for the two weeks I had give notice for, ON TOP of an extra two weeks of compensation, and I didn’t even have to show up to the branch anymore. He was paying me a full month for no work to make up for the situation.
First paycheck comes in, and I put on my best outfit. Pick out the hottest shit in my closet that says: “I look incredible” but also “I have free time and you don’t” and “enjoy working here while I get paid while napping at the beach,” and I walk my happy little ass into that bank to pick up my paycheck like:
Happily greet the manager and assistant manager, who are both there like:
Say hello to my friend Tanika, who is at the teller line like:
Enjoying the fuck out of this show, right? Like, she can’t say it out loud, but she’s fucking living for this goddamned circus and it’s written all over her face!
I talk to her and loudly tell her how amazing it feels to have four weeks off with pay, and how polite and nice the bank president is.
Then I walk my happy little ass out of the bank like:
But not before saying bye to the manager and assistant manager and reminding them that I’ll be back in two weeks to pick up my next check, “probably right before I head to Key Largo for the weekend.”
…and that’s the story of how I once absolutely wrecked two people who thought they could use their positions of power to come for me unfairly, and a story I’ll be telling my grandchildren so they know, as grandpa knew on one February morning of 2012, that you take bullshit from absolutely no one.
Without much fanfare (totally apropos, given what’s been happening in the world of the White House in the last 72 hours),
President Donald Trump signed an executive order Tuesday that will
force recipients of Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program benefits,
Medicaid and low-income housing subsidies to find work or lose their
assistance.
Trump quietly signed the long-anticipated order, oddly named
“Reducing Poverty in America by Promoting Opportunity and Economic
Mobility.” Given that many government agencies, including the Department
of Health and Human Services, have already begun issuing waivers to
Republican governors who want to impose stricter work requirements on
Medicaid recipients to cut costs, it will not make much of an impact, according to the New York Times.
The
fact remains that most able-bodied adults who receive federal aid in
the form of subsidized health care or housing already work—but are still
unable to make ends meet; others receive exemptions for legitimate
reasons.
From the Times:
The order gave
all cabinet departments 90 days to produce plans that impose work
requirements on able-bodied aid recipients and block ineligible
immigrants from receiving aid, while drafting “a list of recommended
regulatory and policy changes” to push recipients off the rolls and into
jobs.
…
The aim, Trump aides said … is to prod federal
and state officials to take a tougher stance with aid recipients —
millions of whom currently receive exemptions from existing work
requirements because they are in training programs, provide care for
relatives or volunteer their labor.
The Agriculture Department is
already pressuring states to impose work requirements in the
Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program, the program formerly known as
food stamps. Earlier this year, the Department of Health and Human
Services granted a waiver to Arkansas
so it could require Medicaid recipients to get jobs, participate in job
training or engage in job searches at least 80 hours a month.
According
to the Kaiser Foundation, most able-bodied adults who do not already
have jobs face obstacles in working, including mental problems, criminal
records and certain family situations.
Yet the narrative from the Trump administration says differently.
“Our
country suffers from nearly record high welfare enrollments,” said
Andrew Bremberg, the president’s domestic policy chief, according to the
Times, which notes that Temporary Assistance for Needy Families
payments to poor people are approaching record lows.
Trump also
reportedly wants to change the word “welfare” to include not only cash
payments but also food and medical benefits (SNAP and Medicaid).
Or
he just doesn’t give AF. And I quote: “Mr. Trump, several aides said,
is unconcerned—or perhaps even unaware—of the distinction between cash
assistance and other safety-net programs … he calls them all welfare.”
And we know what connotations go along with that.
FFFUUUCCCKKK
Goddammit.
To all the people this bullshit is going to harm and make life even more awful/difficult for: remember that the Republicans are the ones responsible for this shit during the midterm elections this year
AND VOTE THESE HATEFUL SACKS OF SHIT OUT
This is how they kill poor people, slowly and legally
My dad will lose both his home and food stamps from this.
I’ve written a lot of fanfiction, much of it novel-length, and for whatever reason, never had too much trouble hitting 80k or 100k or more. Previous novel-length projects of mine had the bonus of already having established characters, and the plots were always based on essentially an escalation of the same scenario because the purpose was some sort of wish-fulfillment.
When switching from fanfiction to original prose, I ran into a major issue: having an intentional plot, that is, a plot that has an intentional structure, a framework that allows for intentional narrative contrast and symmetry. Essentially, writing something that’s meant to be enjoyed on more than one level. That, and constructing a cast of original characters that don’t look, act, or sound the same as each other or previous characters I’ve written.
I’ve been trying to write this novel like fanfiction, only to realize that a different medium requires a different approach.
In case it helps someone in a similar situation who’s stuck, now that I’m entering a place of good flow, I’m putting out a detail of my process for the novel I’m working on. It’s a combination of methods that, imo, takes what’s necessary and beneficial and leaves out the rest
Death By Catchphrase 