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Sharing an email, in case you are in or near Charlottesville, VA

marbleflan:

Hello All,

Next Monday, April 21, 2014, there is a town-hall meeting at the Albemarle County Office Building (401 McIntire Road) in Charlottesville. The town-hall meeting will focus on Medicaid Expansion, but not in support of expansion. It is being sponsored by Americans for Prosperity a group supported by the Koch brothers.

Virginia Organizing will have a media event rally in support of Medicaid Expansion starting at 5:30pm in front of the County Office Building. We need everyone who supports social justice to come out and support.

Delegates Steve Landes and Rob Bell are the two state legislators who have been invited by AFP (Americans for Prosperity) to present their arguments on why Virginia should not take the Medicaid Expansion monies. With thousands in their districts that will benefit from expanding Medicaid, we need to let them know how important it is for everyone to have health insurance.

Please join us on Monday April 21, 2014, at 5:30pm at the corner of McIntire Road and Preston Avenve.

For more information, please contact (Harold Folley harold@viginia-organizing.org or (434) 984-4655 ext 231) or Isabel Castillo (540-830-6023 orisabel@virginia-organizing.org).

Thank you,

Harold Folley Jr.

Isabel Castillo

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Having just paid a butt ton of taxes, I’d really prefer as much of that money as possible go to helping people have access to medical services. 

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"You have to give props to Farscape for making their central love story a primary driving force of the plot, not a sideshow to “more important” action. There was no will-they-or-won’t-they drama for the show’s audience to agonize over either, something we can only hope more television will move away from in the future. I would argue that for all of Chris Carter’s protests, the insistence on keeping up tension between his FBI agents on The X-Files was something that practically ruined the series and many other strong shows besides. It’s boring, and the anticipation eventually becomes a bad game. What’s the problem with allowing love to be a central tenant of your show anyway? The idea that romance destroys all motivation toward action is genuinely goofy—there’s a honeymoon period and you get over it. Life still waits on the other side."

"Farscape Told Science Fiction’s Greatest Love Story" by Emily Asher-Perrin (via daxterdd)

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jenngeek:

Which means Clint was out in the field when the shit with SHIELD went down. Can you imagine how poorly that probably went? 

All I can imagine is there was Clint, running an op somewhere in Eastern Europe or something, when suddenly all the dominoes began to topple. Instantly everything was gone: transport, logistics, all of his accounts, the exfiltration  team. His goddamn COVER, every alias he had ever had, everything. And wow, if he thought things had gone to shit after the Battle of New York for him, this was an amazing new level of god awful. Because suddenly everyone was gunning for him, from Interpol to MI-6 to the SVR, because the only thing that would probably scare the world’s intelligence community worse than watching SHIELD collapse in on itself was realizing how many of its personnel were now rogue agents running around in their backyards. 

Every one of Clint’s options would have been terrible, and there wasn’t a safe-house in a three hundred mile radius that he would trust. He half considered surrendering to the American Embassy, but he couldn’t shake the niggling suspicion that had it been the DIA or CIA that had imploded so spectacularly, Clint would be welcoming in burned agents from the cold with a warm muzzle to the back of the head.

So Clint went to ground for weeks, listening to chatter where he could and kept a ear out for his friends. At least the friends that hadn’t turned out to be fucking Hydra. (He’d sat down with a bottle of the cheapest vodka he could find one night, scrolling through the the documents on a stolen laptop with hijacked wifi. His throat had burned with more than alcohol as he let the names settle into his mind. Trojak, Brown, Drew, Rumlow, Sitwell, on and on the list went. People he had trusted with his life, people he would have taken a goddamn bullet for.

He’d passed out long before he’d thought to look backwards to fallen agents, but it had been his first conscious thought upon waking the next morning, more of an absolute need than an idea. Phil.

If he had had anyone there to lie to about it, he would have sworn up and down it was the booze that caused him to throw up all over the bedspread like a fucking child. It certainly wasn’t the way the world had tipped onto it’s side when he had read up on all Coulson’s postmortem adventures, that single lie sending his entire brain into some kind of nausea-inducing cascading failure. if there were anyone to lie to, that is. Instead he just laid down on the cold tile floor, the roiling of his stomach the only thing keeping him from screaming himself hoarse.)

It’s 19 days after Clint’s world crashed down around him again that Tasha finds him holed up in the outskirts of Sofia. She just materializes out of the evening crowd, taking a seat next to him on the bus stop bench. Clint closes his eyes, breathing. Steady.

"I’m sorry," he says, not looking at her. 

"For what?" She asks, and he can practically feel her eyes traveling over him, cataloging the human disaster before her.

"For letting you think I saved you," Clint says, shrugging. His voice is distant to his own ears. "For telling you there was another call to make. It was a lie, and I didn’t even know I was telling it." He lets his head fall forward slightly. "I thought I was saving you because i thought I had been saved. What a fucking joke.”

Natasha’s fingers ghosts across the back of his neck, barely touching. “The punchline needs work,” she says finally, letting her palm rest just above his collar. He shudders at the warmth. “All that matters is that you tried. No one had before. That…that meant everything, Clint. It still does.”

After moment of silence, of mentally grasping onto the first halfway happy sensation he’d had in weeks, Clint turns to Natasha.

"What do we do now?" He asks, because it has to be a ‘we,’ there is no other option. There is no way he could do this alone. Not again.

"When we’re ready," and something in Clint’s chest begins to unwind at that, because she is with him, thank god. Natasha is with him. "Hill is coordinating with her new employer to deal with the long term fallout. Things are…not great, stateside. But Maria’s doing what she can to get everyone worth saving into a lifeboat."

"You’ve got papers?"

"I’ve got what we need."

"And should we trust this new employer?" Clint asks, eyeing her. "Don’t know if you noticed, but my last exit interview didn’t go so well."

She smiles a small, sad smile. “Oh, this is definitely a case of out of the frying pan and into the oven. Undoubtedly. But they’re going to want to do what we want to do, so that’s that.”

"And what exactly is it we all want to do?"

And suddenly, her smile is just a little too bright as she sits back against the bench. “A little avenging, of course.”

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Rise and shine!
Can’t you think of anything new to say?
What?
Every morning it is the same thing.
Oh, I’m sorry. How about…

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therothwoman:

vegandragon:

We used to be best buddies,
But now we’re not.
I wish you would tell me why…

Do you want to take down Hydraaaa?

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therothwoman:

vegandragon:

We used to be best buddies,

But now we’re not.

I wish you would tell me why…

Do you want to take down Hydraaaa?

for bifilthatonthatseson

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angelaannn:

Where was this when I was studying for my college placement tests

angelaannn:

Where was this when I was studying for my college placement tests

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themarysue:

We noticed that we’re getting real close to 20k Tumblr followers, so we’re giving away season one of Orphan Black to a lucky member of our lovely Tumblr community, and you could win it. Here’s how!
Follow us on Tumblr.
Like and reblog this post.
Do it before noon Eastern Time on Friday, April 18th.
That’s it! That’s all you need to do. We will randomly choose one winner once the duration of the contest is over, and contact them through Fan Mail in order to get their shipping info. Now here’s the fine print:
The prize is the 3 disc DVD set of Orphan Black season one that the Orphan Black Tumblr so nicely sent to Jill.
We will ship the prize to the US and Canada, so if you don’t live there (or have understanding acquaintances who could forward your package to you), we advise you not to enter.
If you do not follow our Tumblr, you will be disqualified.
We ask you kindly not to spam your followers by reblogging the post over and over, but hey, we’re not the boss of you.
Good luck! And remember, get your likes and reblogs in by noon this Friday!

themarysue:

We noticed that we’re getting real close to 20k Tumblr followers, so we’re giving away season one of Orphan Black to a lucky member of our lovely Tumblr community, and you could win it. Here’s how!

That’s it! That’s all you need to do. We will randomly choose one winner once the duration of the contest is over, and contact them through Fan Mail in order to get their shipping info. Now here’s the fine print:

  • The prize is the 3 disc DVD set of Orphan Black season one that the Orphan Black Tumblr so nicely sent to Jill.
  • We will ship the prize to the US and Canada, so if you don’t live there (or have understanding acquaintances who could forward your package to you), we advise you not to enter.
  • If you do not follow our Tumblr, you will be disqualified.
  • We ask you kindly not to spam your followers by reblogging the post over and over, but hey, we’re not the boss of you.

Good luck! And remember, get your likes and reblogs in by noon this Friday!

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themarysue:

thebirdandthebat:

I love shows that love and appreciate their fans. bbcamerica's orphanblack is one of them. 

I am SO playing OB bingo on April 19th. See you guys at San Diego Comic-Con?

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fuckyeahsexeducation:

Oh look my state is among all but one of these categories.

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marbleflan:

dplepage:

I imagine that whenever the avengers have to bluff their way out of something, one of them always yells “Avengers! Dissemble!”

When they have to disguise themselves as normal people to blend in a crowd: “Avengers! Resemble!”

When they have to be percussionists in a marching band: “Avengers! A cymbal!” 

When they have to perform impromptu literary analysis on “The Waste Land”: “Avengers! A symbol!”