transcription [BREAKING NEWS: North and South Korea will sign a peace treaty to formally end the Korean War later this year, 65 years after hostilities ceased cnn.it/2Jz4CIr ]
4/27/18
Whoa.
History in the making
Huh, are you saying Trump has managed in a year and a half what the last 11(?) president have failed to do?
Well that’s fucking curious I don’t see his name on this. I don’t think it can be his result
My understanding was that US Foreign policy was something the Office of the President was responsible for setting out and achieving?
If that is correct this would be Trumps success unless this all secretly began under Obama?
This is not an American success. The Secretary of State was appointed either yesterday or the day before, the state department is in shambles. No reports indicate any major US officials being in the room. This is a Korean victory that is independent from the US, and is certainly not a Trump victory, who has done more to escalate tensions between the US and North Korea than the past four previous presidents.
Trump supporters hearing about foreign policy successes not made by the US:
If anything the us were trying to stop it
okay. alright. allow me to go all ‘international relations’ degree for a moment, if I may.
This is a decision that likely happened because ROK felt the US could no longer protect them from the DPRK. This is because Trump has no consistent Secretary of State, and while Tillerson was Not Great, Mike Pompeo is literally Satan, so. Negotiations with the DPRK have always been tri-lats with the US, ROK, and the DPRK, often involving another western power, and it is ALWAYS first and foremost about what the US can get out of it, how can we isolate the DPRK, how can we make them bow to what we want, which is nuclear disarmament. IDK if any of Y’all know realist theory, but that AINT GONNA HAPPEN, because the US doesn’t know how to MIND ITS OWN FUCKING BUSINESS, and has created a unipolar international system, with itself at the top. it’s why China freaks US policy makers right the fuck out. Any perceived threat is then blown WAY out of proportion.
Yeah, Bush called the DPRK part of the ‘axis of evil’ but that was more to use language to make the US population hate Iraq the same amount as the DPRK. it’s also a HUGE chip on the US’s shoulder that they were so fucking box kicked in the Korean War, which we shouldn’t have gotten involved in.
This decision and agreement between ROK and the DPRK is happening because Trump is So Shit at his job. He isn’t consistent, he has constantly removed us from international agreements that were designed to protect us and the other partners from international threats, we might be coming out of the Iran deal which Iran is following the rules of better than we are right now, and he doesn’t like NATO.
President Moon is looking at that, and like a SMART FUCKING PRESIDENT, is going ‘hmmmmm the protection we were supposed to have from the US could be instantly taken away from us if we anger this ignoramus who is the president, might want to try something else’ and so reached out to Kim. Kim probably is thinking ‘holy fuck, an actual international win, people will think about this, instead of the literally gulags i run’ and so is getting involved.
the US did LITERALLY NOTHING to facilitate this, and actually, in terms of foreign policy, is Not Great for the US, because we like to think we’re the international police force, and this effectively proves we are ‘weak’ (i personally fuckin disagree with that, but whatever).
This is fantastic, and is an incredible part of world history, but saying it’s a ‘win’ for the US is just fuckin stupid.
Use the Walgreens Brand which is pretty cheap and it does wonders and doesn’t leave me with a white cast. And I’m dark as hell so I hate looking ashy but not all sunscreens are made equally and it’s one of the better ones I’ve used.
Wait cocoa/shea butter and coconut oil don’t protect you from the sun we really do need sunscreen??
Yea fam. All that “we don’t need sunscreen” shit is a myth. Combine that with the fact that most dermatologists don’t know how to spot skin cancer in Black people and it’s a nasty combination.
Yeah, it’s harder for us to get it but when we do it’s deadly. I know two people who died of skin cancer, both were Black.
“While incidence of melanoma is higher in the Caucasian population, a July 2016 study in the Journal of the American Academy of Dermatology showed it is more deadly in people of color. African American patients were most likely to be diagnosed with melanoma in its later stages than any other group in the study, and they also had the worst prognosis and the lowest overall survival rate.”
Sorry about the link, I’m on mobile. But this is from August 2016, which I know isn’t the most recent but it’s still SUPER IMPORTANT. Y’all please wear sunscreen. With Google it’s even easy to find smaller, Black-owned brands.
This is really, really important for my POC followers! Skin cancer is still a risk for you, and you can get it bad. While it doesn’t seem like your skin is suffering in the sun, it definitely is. Don’t put yourself at risk just because you don’t think you need sunscreen.
Sheith prompt: Shiro lives in an apartment building and Keith is the handyman. Shiro may or may not keep breaking stuff in his apartment to have an excuse to talk to the cute handyman.
The first time, it’s a genuine accident. Shiro gets a little too caught up in singing Drunk in Love, slips, and brings the hand shower down with him. It rips out cleanly, something that the apartment handyman whistles at when he shows up. Shiro, partially in sweats in a tank, partially in embarrassment and a blush, fidgets besides the crime scene.
“So can I hear it?” The guy – Keith, according to his name tag – says as he scribbles on his clipboard.
“What?”
“The song that brought down your pseudo microphone.” Keith looks up, winks. “It’s more common than you think. More people injure themselves instead of the wall, though.”
Shiro can feel himself blushing, feels the familiar pinprick of sweat at his underarms. Keith has lovely dark blue, almost purple, eyes, and a messy fringe of dark waves. He’s slight and honest to God beautiful, but there’s a ripple of muscle under his overalls, an endearing grease smudge on his neck. There’s ink stains on his fingers; everything shifts in and out of focus for Shiro. The wink, the sly smile, the whisper of something – Shiro’s itching to know, to unpack whatever Keith can be.
“It was Beyonce,” Shiro says belatedly. “You can’t blame me.”
And yet Keith blinks. “Who?”
“Beyonce,” Shiro repeats, slower, as if that’ll do anything, and somehow it does, because Keith’s clipboard ends up resting on his table as they pore over Shiro’s laptop on his couch, watching everything and anything they can get their hands on.
“You’re right,” Keith says, when the sun has dipped low under the horizon. “She’s good.”
“Yeah,” Shiro says, and the moment dies like that. Keith smiles at him, a bit awkwardly, and picks up his clipboard.
“Thanks for making a slow day better.” Keith stands, his joints popping audibly. He winces. “Be safe the next time you’re, uh, in the shower.”
“Thanks. Sorry.” Shiro watches him go, almost misses Keith’s you don’t have to apologize because he’s trying to figure out what this is: this being that he’s sad to see Keith go, that he’s trying to drink in every detail about his apartment’s mechanic before the elevator doors close.
He realizes it’s been a while since he’s spoken to someone in person – and Keith hadn’t even said anything about his prosthetic. Oddly enough, Shiro hadn’t even thought to worry about it in the face of Keith’s earnestness.
Thoughts of Keith come back to him during the next day’s shower; Keith’s be careful has him staring at the hand shower. Slowly, he reaches out and tugs on it. It’s secure. He tugs a little harder.
With a glance around him, as if anybody would be there, he pops it off. It sends a thrill up his spine, but once it sinks in – once he finds himself face to face with the void in his wall again – he gulps.
He probably should’ve just asked for Keith’s number, but well. Here goes.
His heart thuds as he phones management, requests the mechanic as calmly as he can. He thinks about making too much breakfast so he can offer it to Keith, but that feels too obvious, so he settles for pacing until Keith arrives with his clipboard, toolbox, and a frown. “I thought I soldered it back on pretty tight.”
Keith’s lips quirk up, a little more to the left than the right, a little bit of tooth poking through. “Was there a dance number this time?”
“Yeah.” Shiro latches onto the excuse with an embarrassed smile. Keith sets to work almost instantly, hair put up in a small ponytail. Shiro leans against the wall, watches, and agonizes.
When Keith finally stands back, Shiro blurts, “Do you want breakfast?”
Keith looks surprised, but smiles. “Yeah, sure.”
Shiro has instant coffee and microwavable strawberry waffles, but Keith seems more than happy with it.
“You’re the nicest tenant ever.” Keith bites into a waffle with a visibly frozen patch. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” Shiro’s trying to figure out what to say next when Keith’s coffee mug nearly careens off the table. Shiro darts forward, catches it, and when he looks up, he’s eye to eye with Keith and a feline smirk.
“You’re not that clumsy, are you?” Keith says, amused.
“I’m not,” Shiro confesses, but – he thinks really is falling for Keith.
