Kinthinia

Kinthinia Canadian writer, sometimes writing.

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Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, read by David Tennant (excerpt)

#HIS QUIRREL IS GOLD

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FOREVER REBLOG.

I’M CRYING

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This makes me so uncomfortable. :T

OH MY FUCKING GOD

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belcanta:

Guaranteed basic income to every citizen, whether or not they are employed to ensure their survival and that they live in a dignified, humane way, preventing poverty, illness, homelessness, reducing crime, encouraging higher education and learning vocations as well as helping society become more prosperous as a whole. 

Wow. Forget raising the minimum wage. This is much much better idea.
The minimum wage could actually drop if we had basic income.
But Americans would never go for it. Miserably slogging through 12 hour days and having businesses open 24/7 is too engrained in our culture.

"BUT WHERE WILL THE GOVERNMENT GET THE MONEY?" screamed Joe Schmoe, slamming a meaty fist onto the table and getting mouth-froth all over the front of his greying tank top. "You libt*rds all think money grows on TREES!! HAHA!""But where will people get the incentive to work?!" Mindy Bindy cried, flapping her hands in front of her face. She’d had a fear of the unemployed lollygagging about ever since she was a child and her mother told her to be afraid of the unemployed lollygagging about. "You think people should get paid for nothing? I work hard for my money!”
"But who will serve me?" grumbled Marty McMoneybags. "Who will make me feel important? Who will do my laundry and cook my food and stand in front of me wearing a plastic smile while I take out all my stress—because I do have a lot of stress, you know, being this rich is stressful—on them?” He paused and straightened out the piles of hundred dollar bills on the desk in front of him, then raised his two watery, outraged eyes up to the Heavens. “Lord, if there are no poor people, how will I know that I’m rich??”

I laughed. This is perfect! Well said!

The thing is, while I’m sure you could scrape up a few people who’d be willing to just float by on a guaranteed minimum income? For most people the choice to work would be a no-brainer. “Hmmm. I can get by on 33k a year, or I can take that part time job and make 48k… enough to move to a better apartment, maybe take the family on vacation. Sold.” Hell, most people would want to work simply because it gives one a sense of dignity and something to do with one’s time. (Speaking as someone who’s been unemployed, on extended sick leave, etc. in her time, the boredom and sense of isolation that comes with not having a job is almost as bad as the humiliation of having to depend on other people for one’s survival.)
And with this system, part-time jobs and “non-skilled” jobs would be much more readily available because nobody would need to work two or three jobs just to stay afloat!
Which would ALSO mean that employers and customers couldn’t shamelessly exploit employees the way they can today, because if losing a job weren’t necessarily a financial disaster, more people would be willing to walk out on jobs where they weren’t being treated with dignity.
And if this also applies to students (and it should) then student loans would become much less of a problem, and fewer people would flunk out of school because of having to juggle studies and work.
Far fewer people would be forced to stay with abusive partners, parents or roommates because they couldn’t afford to move out.
And the thing is, all those people who suddenly had money? They’d be spending it. They’d be getting all the stuff they can’t afford now - new clothes, books, toys, locally-produced food, car repairs - and with each purchase money would flow BACK to the government, because VAT, also income tax.
The unemployed and/or disabled wouldn’t need special support any more - which would also mean the government could fire however many admins who are currently engaged in humiliating - *cough* making sure those people aren’t getting money they don’t deserve. Same for medical benefits and pensions. And I’m no legal scholar, but I somehow imagine less financial desperation would lead to less petty crime, and hence less need for police and security everywhere?
TL;DR Doomie thinks this is a good idea, laughs at those who protest.

reblogging for more top commentary

They tried something like this out in Canada as a sort of social experiment, called Mincome. What they found was that, on the whole, people continued to work about as much as they did before. Only new mothers and teenagers worked substantially less hours. 
But wait, there’s more. Because parents were spending just a little more time at home and involved with their families, test scores increased. Because teens didn’t have to work to support their families, drop-out rates decreased. Crime rates, hospital visits, psychiatric hospitalizations and domestic abuse rates all dropped, as well. More adults pursued higher education. Those who continued to work reported more job flexibility and more opportunity to choose employment they preferred.
Basically, now you can go prove to your asshole family members that society won’t collapse without poor people for you to feel better than.

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belcanta:

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attentiondeficitaptitude:

belcanta:

Guaranteed basic income to every citizen, whether or not they are employed to ensure their survival and that they live in a dignified, humane way, preventing poverty, illness, homelessness, reducing crime, encouraging higher education and learning vocations as well as helping society become more prosperous as a whole. 

Wow. Forget raising the minimum wage. This is much much better idea.

The minimum wage could actually drop if we had basic income.

But Americans would never go for it. Miserably slogging through 12 hour days and having businesses open 24/7 is too engrained in our culture.

"BUT WHERE WILL THE GOVERNMENT GET THE MONEY?" screamed Joe Schmoe, slamming a meaty fist onto the table and getting mouth-froth all over the front of his greying tank top. "You libt*rds all think money grows on TREES!! HAHA!"

"But where will people get the incentive to work?!" Mindy Bindy cried, flapping her hands in front of her face. She’d had a fear of the unemployed lollygagging about ever since she was a child and her mother told her to be afraid of the unemployed lollygagging about. "You think people should get paid for nothing? I work hard for my money!”

"But who will serve me?" grumbled Marty McMoneybags. "Who will make me feel important? Who will do my laundry and cook my food and stand in front of me wearing a plastic smile while I take out all my stress—because I do have a lot of stress, you know, being this rich is stressful—on them?” He paused and straightened out the piles of hundred dollar bills on the desk in front of him, then raised his two watery, outraged eyes up to the Heavens. “Lord, if there are no poor people, how will I know that I’m rich??”

I laughed. This is perfect! Well said!

The thing is, while I’m sure you could scrape up a few people who’d be willing to just float by on a guaranteed minimum income? For most people the choice to work would be a no-brainer. “Hmmm. I can get by on 33k a year, or I can take that part time job and make 48k… enough to move to a better apartment, maybe take the family on vacation. Sold.” Hell, most people would want to work simply because it gives one a sense of dignity and something to do with one’s time. (Speaking as someone who’s been unemployed, on extended sick leave, etc. in her time, the boredom and sense of isolation that comes with not having a job is almost as bad as the humiliation of having to depend on other people for one’s survival.)

And with this system, part-time jobs and “non-skilled” jobs would be much more readily available because nobody would need to work two or three jobs just to stay afloat!

Which would ALSO mean that employers and customers couldn’t shamelessly exploit employees the way they can today, because if losing a job weren’t necessarily a financial disaster, more people would be willing to walk out on jobs where they weren’t being treated with dignity.

And if this also applies to students (and it should) then student loans would become much less of a problem, and fewer people would flunk out of school because of having to juggle studies and work.

Far fewer people would be forced to stay with abusive partners, parents or roommates because they couldn’t afford to move out.

And the thing is, all those people who suddenly had money? They’d be spending it. They’d be getting all the stuff they can’t afford now - new clothes, books, toys, locally-produced food, car repairs - and with each purchase money would flow BACK to the government, because VAT, also income tax.

The unemployed and/or disabled wouldn’t need special support any more - which would also mean the government could fire however many admins who are currently engaged in humiliating - *cough* making sure those people aren’t getting money they don’t deserve. Same for medical benefits and pensions. And I’m no legal scholar, but I somehow imagine less financial desperation would lead to less petty crime, and hence less need for police and security everywhere?

TL;DR Doomie thinks this is a good idea, laughs at those who protest.

reblogging for more top commentary

They tried something like this out in Canada as a sort of social experiment, called Mincome. What they found was that, on the whole, people continued to work about as much as they did before. Only new mothers and teenagers worked substantially less hours. 

But wait, there’s more. Because parents were spending just a little more time at home and involved with their families, test scores increased. Because teens didn’t have to work to support their families, drop-out rates decreased. Crime rates, hospital visits, psychiatric hospitalizations and domestic abuse rates all dropped, as well. More adults pursued higher education. Those who continued to work reported more job flexibility and more opportunity to choose employment they preferred.

Basically, now you can go prove to your asshole family members that society won’t collapse without poor people for you to feel better than.

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NECESSARY

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toerning:

wordmage-girl:

toerning:

I really try to keep my comments short here so I’ve just written and deleted, like, 20 paragraphs.
Basically this is the main character of a story I am not skilled enough to write, but it’s basically what happens after the big final showdown.  She’s an amalgamation of all the Chosen Ones of recent YA literature, and the story is just her, like, coping with the fact that her entire life leading up till now has been about carrying out her destiny, beating the big baddie and everything and now…she’s got to deal with living the rest of her life.  Which, as we all know, is fucking hard enough as is.
In an ideal world, Rainbow Rowell would write this. 

Not Rainbow Rowell and not especially skilled, but how could I resist this?
—-
"So, Sav, have you started studying for finals yet?"
"Uh…"
"You know maths is next week, right?"
"Yeah, you can’t just tell the professor you had to fight off a bloodman! They’re all extinct now!"
"Haha!"
"No, I know."
—-
"Hey, where were you?"
Anna peeks around the door frame, smiles awkwardly. “Oh, you know, just, um, with Esther…?”
"Esther’s in Haiti."
"Right…" Anna deflates. "Look. I was at the therapist’s, okay? You always say that shrinks are for wimps and I know you’re the great Savior and you don’t need help, but I still get nightmares where I’m buried alive and the sessions are a big help, and the people at the hospital offered free therapy to all of us who fought with you and I didn’t want you to laugh at me…" She hangs her head and peeks through the curls at Savitri.
"I’m not laughing at you."
"You’re not?" Anna flips the mess of hair back and grins.
"I wouldn’t tease you. We went through difficult times. We’re not kids anymore, Anna, I won’t be mean just for the sake of being mean. Do what you need to heal."
"You’re a good friend, Sav." Anna gives her a thumbs up. "And you still sound like you’re giving me pep speeches!" She skips away in the direction of her room, the sound of her bag hitting the floor loud in the small apartment.
Savitri keeps up her smile until Anna’s door slams, and then her shoulders slump and she crams a fist into her mouth. All of us who fought with you…
—-
"Have you thought of any career options?" The counselor taps the keyboard. The speed makes Savitri flinch, because fast things kill you fast things are dangerous you can’t outrun fast Sav but she hides it as a shrug. “I was kind of busy fixing the world.”
"Hmm, saving the world, I believe, is the right phrase… it says here your grades were very low in the sciences…"
Sav leans back in the chair and plays with a pen.
—-
"So do you know what the new health-care laws will be? I heard you got to meet the president."
"I didn’t get to be part of the negotiation team, though."
"Oh. I bet it was boring anyways, huh?" The guy sitting next to her nudges her and Sav clutches the glass in her hand- the drink is nonalcoholic, because she’s only twenty come March. He’s too friendly but she doesn’t want to get aggressive. She gets angry too easily, and fight monsters not humans, humans are the victims runs through her brain again, though she knows now that nothing is so clear cut. “It’s more fun here!”
"After the first meeting they wouldn’t let me in because I killed the bastard they sent over as ambassador. He was a slaver." She sets her drink down on the counter, too hard, and the glass sinks into the wood a bit. "Sorry, I saw someone I know in the crowd."
—-
"Saaaav! Get out of those ugly pajamas and let’s go!" Meg knocks on the bedroom door, quick and hard.
Lawan, standing next to her, frown slightly, but her voice is soft. “We’re meeting Yi at Tea For Ten in a quarter of an hour, remember?”
Sav opens the door a tiny crack, sticks her nose out. “I think I’m sick.” It comes out husky.
"The great Savitri, hero of the multitudes and defender of the human race, sick? Is it leptospirosis? Tubercolosis? The plague?”
"Don’t show off just because you’re a med student now, Meg." Sav glares at her former makeshift team medic. "It’s the flu." She coughs, and it sounds harsh. "I went to the doctor, got medicine, I’ll be fine. Go and have fun. Tell Yi I said hi."
"I’ll stay with you," Lawan says. Both Meg and Savitri protest, but Lawan shakes her head. "You need someone to take care of you and make sure you get enough to eat and drink. I’m no med student, but I do have three little sisters and they’re just as stubborn as you."
"Thanks," Sav says begrudgingly.
"I’ll bring over some coffee cake later, yeah?" Meg inches towards the door.
"Sure. Have fun," Lawan says.
—-
"You know you don’t have to lie to any of us," Lawan murmurs, stroking Sav’s head in her lap. "They won’t think less of you for not wanting to leave the house."
"I want to. I just can’t," Savitri says, the hoarseness replaced with a lump in her throat.
"You could get help. No-one thinks you have to be a perfect heroine now." Sav doesn’t reply, and Lawan keeps stroking her hair.
"Yeah, right," Savitri says, after a long, long time.

YOU GUYS, LOOK!
I think the traceable trail of inspiration is just about my favorite thing about tumblr.  There is nothing in the world that makes me feel as good as having someone be inspired enough by something I’ve made to make something themselves.
good day.  very good day.

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toerning:

wordmage-girl:

toerning:

I really try to keep my comments short here so I’ve just written and deleted, like, 20 paragraphs.

Basically this is the main character of a story I am not skilled enough to write, but it’s basically what happens after the big final showdown.  She’s an amalgamation of all the Chosen Ones of recent YA literature, and the story is just her, like, coping with the fact that her entire life leading up till now has been about carrying out her destiny, beating the big baddie and everything and now…she’s got to deal with living the rest of her life.  Which, as we all know, is fucking hard enough as is.

In an ideal world, Rainbow Rowell would write this. 

Not Rainbow Rowell and not especially skilled, but how could I resist this?

—-

"So, Sav, have you started studying for finals yet?"

"Uh…"

"You know maths is next week, right?"

"Yeah, you can’t just tell the professor you had to fight off a bloodman! They’re all extinct now!"

"Haha!"

"No, I know."

—-

"Hey, where were you?"

Anna peeks around the door frame, smiles awkwardly. “Oh, you know, just, um, with Esther…?”

"Esther’s in Haiti."

"Right…" Anna deflates. "Look. I was at the therapist’s, okay? You always say that shrinks are for wimps and I know you’re the great Savior and you don’t need help, but I still get nightmares where I’m buried alive and the sessions are a big help, and the people at the hospital offered free therapy to all of us who fought with you and I didn’t want you to laugh at me…" She hangs her head and peeks through the curls at Savitri.

"I’m not laughing at you."

"You’re not?" Anna flips the mess of hair back and grins.

"I wouldn’t tease you. We went through difficult times. We’re not kids anymore, Anna, I won’t be mean just for the sake of being mean. Do what you need to heal."

"You’re a good friend, Sav." Anna gives her a thumbs up. "And you still sound like you’re giving me pep speeches!" She skips away in the direction of her room, the sound of her bag hitting the floor loud in the small apartment.

Savitri keeps up her smile until Anna’s door slams, and then her shoulders slump and she crams a fist into her mouth. All of us who fought with you…

—-

"Have you thought of any career options?" The counselor taps the keyboard. The speed makes Savitri flinch, because fast things kill you fast things are dangerous you can’t outrun fast Sav but she hides it as a shrug. “I was kind of busy fixing the world.”

"Hmm, saving the world, I believe, is the right phrase… it says here your grades were very low in the sciences…"

Sav leans back in the chair and plays with a pen.

—-

"So do you know what the new health-care laws will be? I heard you got to meet the president."

"I didn’t get to be part of the negotiation team, though."

"Oh. I bet it was boring anyways, huh?" The guy sitting next to her nudges her and Sav clutches the glass in her hand- the drink is nonalcoholic, because she’s only twenty come March. He’s too friendly but she doesn’t want to get aggressive. She gets angry too easily, and fight monsters not humans, humans are the victims runs through her brain again, though she knows now that nothing is so clear cut. “It’s more fun here!”

"After the first meeting they wouldn’t let me in because I killed the bastard they sent over as ambassador. He was a slaver." She sets her drink down on the counter, too hard, and the glass sinks into the wood a bit. "Sorry, I saw someone I know in the crowd."

—-

"Saaaav! Get out of those ugly pajamas and let’s go!" Meg knocks on the bedroom door, quick and hard.

Lawan, standing next to her, frown slightly, but her voice is soft. “We’re meeting Yi at Tea For Ten in a quarter of an hour, remember?”

Sav opens the door a tiny crack, sticks her nose out. “I think I’m sick.” It comes out husky.

"The great Savitri, hero of the multitudes and defender of the human race, sick? Is it leptospirosis? Tubercolosis? The plague?

"Don’t show off just because you’re a med student now, Meg." Sav glares at her former makeshift team medic. "It’s the flu." She coughs, and it sounds harsh. "I went to the doctor, got medicine, I’ll be fine. Go and have fun. Tell Yi I said hi."

"I’ll stay with you," Lawan says. Both Meg and Savitri protest, but Lawan shakes her head. "You need someone to take care of you and make sure you get enough to eat and drink. I’m no med student, but I do have three little sisters and they’re just as stubborn as you."

"Thanks," Sav says begrudgingly.

"I’ll bring over some coffee cake later, yeah?" Meg inches towards the door.

"Sure. Have fun," Lawan says.

—-

"You know you don’t have to lie to any of us," Lawan murmurs, stroking Sav’s head in her lap. "They won’t think less of you for not wanting to leave the house."

"I want to. I just can’t," Savitri says, the hoarseness replaced with a lump in her throat.

"You could get help. No-one thinks you have to be a perfect heroine now." Sav doesn’t reply, and Lawan keeps stroking her hair.

"Yeah, right," Savitri says, after a long, long time.

YOU GUYS, LOOK!

I think the traceable trail of inspiration is just about my favorite thing about tumblr.  There is nothing in the world that makes me feel as good as having someone be inspired enough by something I’ve made to make something themselves.

good day.  very good day.

Reblogged from kieranmonroe

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One thing that is odd is that when you get a level of success and your life suddenly looks great, you can still feel crap.

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Hobo assassin print for Anime Expo which is… this week… OTL I’m trying to cram some last minute new art in… Anyway, I’ll be at table E19, hope to see some of you there!!

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Hobo assassin print for Anime Expo which is… this week… OTL I’m trying to cram some last minute new art in… Anyway, I’ll be at table E19, hope to see some of you there!!

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i want there to be an angel that descends from the heavens only when someone is being stupid

and the angel just gently places their hand over the person’s mouth

and whispers in a voice filled with heavenly beauty and love

“no”

ANABIEL

LOOK IT UP

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NEW FAVORITE ANGEL

This explains everything

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Clint Barton doesn’t drink alcohol. At all. Not after what it did to his father.

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Clint Barton doesn’t drink alcohol. At all. Not after what it did to his father.

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Tell me about it, stud

If this isn’t your favourite movie scene ever then you’re fucking wrong

I got CHILLS just looking at this post.

The notes are just multiplying

And they’re losing control.

Because of its power that it’s supplying.

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mitchgrassi-fangirling:

littlemusicalwitch:

jar-of-daisies:

vverism:

cricket88:

Tell me about it, stud

If this isn’t your favourite movie scene ever then you’re fucking wrong

I got CHILLS just looking at this post.

The notes are just multiplying

And they’re losing control.

Because of its power that it’s supplying.

(Source: laurasaxby)

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clintbaarton:

"I’m not just a guy with a bow. Because I never learned how to miss."

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Marvel Cinematic Universe Concept Art: Captain America: The Winter Soldier

 “You’re my mission.” — Captain America & The Winter Soldier by Ryan Meinerding

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cocoabarnes:

Marvel Cinematic Universe Concept Art:
Captain America: The Winter Soldier

“You’re my mission.”
— Captain America & The Winter Soldier by Ryan Meinerding

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that one time a demon blessed an angel,

Jensen’s face.

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