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Two people with very different views about what WikiLeaks has been doing engaged in an interesting conversation today during WBUR's On Point with Tom Ashbrook show.
Making the case for increased transparency: John Perry Barlow, founder of the Electronic Frontier Foundation, who argues we're in the midst of an infowar between those who favor transparency and those who think the government needs to keep many things close to the vest.
Making the case that many things a government does need to be kept behind closed doors: John Negroponte, who was director of National Intelligence in the George W. Bush administration and is a former ambassador to Iraq.
"You can't run our business this way — the nation's business," said Negroponte, about the revealing of thousands of pages of diplomatic cables by WikiLeaks.
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It's a pretty safe bet that this is the new DS-exclusive Tony Hawk game that will "utilize new technology not yet seen on the DS" which Activision's Mike Griffith announced at the company's Q4 earnings conference call earlier this year. Add to that the "Motion" in the title, and Activision's already proven willingness to make game-specific controllers for the DS with Guitar Hero: On Tour and you can't help but figure it will come with some sort of plastic fingerboard.
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louis knows that he's in love the second harry begins speaking about the bolsheviks. (or, louis is a history teacher & harry is the fit curator that he desperately wants to mongol invade him, however many times niall tells him he's a psychopath.)
this is just really self-indulgent. i asked emily & mary 'what if i wrote a history fic' bc it's the only thing i'm good at and they were like yes so, i mean. why not. warnings for bad puns and references, mentions of racism bc, well, it's a history fic based in the motherland of all imperialists everywhere, and communism. massive thanks to greta, nat, and ruth emily for, you know, everything, maybe, and sharon for endless cheerleading & stopping me from having a panic attack at 4am. and endless thanks to my 10th grade history teacher, even though she'd prob have a heart attack at how badly i've misused her lessons for this fic. enjoy ♥
"why is india the exception?" louis asks his class, looking imploringly at the small group and smiling harmlessly. he remembers being told when he was a teachers' aid that harmless smiles are the key for success. it opens up their cold, uncaring teenage hearts and makes them interested in you and therefore in the subject. louis has faith in harmless smiles.
his students stare back blankly at him. one of them is so obviously on her phone he isn't even sure why she bothers.
he sighs. "clara, bring me your phone, please."
her head snaps up, and he watches as she scrambles to hide it behind her bag. "i wasn't even on my phone!"
"i'm sure you weren't. bring it up, and then tell me why india is the exception." he's still smiling. not quite sure just how harmless it is at this point, if he's being honest. "please don't be difficult, i really would rather not have to bring it to the headmistress' office."
she glares at him the entire way there, almost breaks his hand dropping her phone into the palm. louis smiles and thanks her.
"now," he says once she's back in her seat, "why was india the exception? i'll give you a clue - it was social and brought in by outsiders." that's two clues. he's such a great teacher.
clara is still glaring at him, and shrugs. "i don't know."
"you'd know if you completed the homework and read the assigned pages."
"well, why're you picking on me? no one else read it. ask someone else," she snaps.
louis still isn't sure why he's a teacher. he still isn't sure what he did majoring in fucking history, of all subjects. it's like all the hate his tenth year maths teacher spouted about humanities is coming true. no, he won't let it be. old man holley can suck his dick because he's being fucking useful, and educating younger minds for a brighter future with knowledge of the past.
he sounds like his tenth year history teacher. god. all his worst nightmares are coming true.
"i'm not picking on you, i'm assuming that you actually do the homework i give you instead of playing around and not putting in any effort for the class." he's speaking to the broader class by now, sweeps his hand across to emphasis this. yelling won't get him anywhere, louis knows this, but it's really so hard when an entire class is so insolent. he wants them to like history, because history is great and cool and brilliant and useful, and he doesn't see how they don't understand this.
"well, mr tomlinson," a boy says, john, tapping his pencil against the desk, smirk on his face. "you know what they say about assuming."
louis snorts. "right, i haven't heard that one before." he sits down at his high stool in the front of the classroom, leans forward on his elbows and tells them, "if i don't find out why india was the exception in thirty seconds, i'm giving you all zeros in participation and weighing it at four hundred points."
"you can't do that!" janus exclaims.
louis smiles threateningly. "i can do whatever i want. clock is ticking. fifteen seconds left."
louis knows that a main part of why they're being this way is because of his age. it can be hard showing absolute respect to someone who's only a few years older than you, he knows that. it probably brings in some type of older-sibling mentality, which is very inconvenient. he's seen a lot of younger teachers around here, though, so he doesn't get the disrespect in this situation.
it's a private school. not as wild as public schools but not as strict as catholic. it's a good education; the entire administration and staff is crazy (some even overly so) qualified for the job. the dress code is tight, yeah, but considering that all the tuitions in this classroom alone could put all of his sisters comfortably through university, he figures dress code should be the least of their worries. he wonders if it's the weather. london is so miserable this time of year.
sabrina's hand shoots up.
"ms alvarez has center stage," he announces grandly, determined not to let this get him down. he is destined to be a great teacher. and he is, he will be.
"um," she starts, "was it because of hinduism? or what later came to be known as hinduism, i think the book said."
louis grins, all his teeth showing. "expand, darling." he jumps down from the stool, tapping the promethean board awake from his laptop and grabbing the pen off to the side. writes exception due to: HINDUISM. he hopes the caps shock them alive.
"even though they rarely had empire, hinduism's caste kept things in order due to the, um, like. it kept order in spite of government and empire because of how strict it was."
"yes! yes, good. perfect. ten extra points for you on the next exam."
"wait, answering your questions gets us points on the tests?" antonia asks.
louis shrugs. "maybe if you answered questions you'd find out. now, would someone be kind enough to tell me more about the caste system?"
he gets a lot more hands this time. that gets him thinking.
"niall," louis says into the phone as he drives home that day, putting the volume on the radio down. "you're still practically a child. teenagers don't mind being bribed, do they?"
"convince me not to hang up on you," niall sings. there's the sound of a piano in the background. alexandra is probably over, which is great, because that means that niall will put in some actual effort into making dinner, and louis will dine like a king tonight. the way he deserves.
"please talk like a human being, human beings don't do that," he says. there's the faulty light at the intersection of huntingway and twenty-third, and he doesn't feel one bit guilty running what may or may not have been a red light.
"normal humans sing, fuckhead. not my fault you sound like a shrieking banshee."
"i can sing!" louis shrieks, narrowly avoiding ramming into what was either a bus full of children or old people. same thing.
"sure. you still haven't convinced me not to hang up," niall tells him. someone on the other line is banging pots together and shouting about mayo. definitely alex.
"my kids hate history. and possibly, by extension, me. niall, i don't want them to hate me, i can't be a teacher that pretends not to care. they need to like me. how do i make them interested in the subject?"
"i don't fucking know," niall says, ever helpful, as louis pulls into his flat complex. "incentives. are they too old for candy?"
"i don't know, they're all a bunch of rich little fu - ns. funs, darlings, etcetera. will not call my kids fucks. but yeah, not sure if i can afford the type of candy they're used to."
"sexual favours? no, shit, don't do that, definitely don't do that. louis. i have no clue. ask alex. she taught for that year in vietnam."
louis repeatedly jabs the lift button, trying to balance his phone and school cart and laptop bag all at once. he's a fucking pro. he can do this. "niall, darling, sweetheart, love. you're useless. thanks for nothing."
"i'm a chef, not a teacher, mate. you're bloody fuckin' welcome. you coming over for - alex! someone's at the door, think it's the post! - sorry, you coming over for dinner tonight or actually gonna be an adult and feed yourself?"
"please," louis scoffs as the door finds pings open. he steps inside. "don't joke about. i'll be there at eight, save me a plate or three."
louis gives his kids a pop quiz the next day.
it's the first class of the day, so he feels just the tiniest bit bad when they walk in, mostly asleep, and see the scraps of paper on their desks, but that quickly fades away when he remembers how much effort they've put in the last week. none.
"morning," louis greets from the front of the classroom once the last student has walked in, tumbler of coffee warming his hands. "please take out a writing utensil and begin working immediately."
"but you didn't tell us!" one girl exclaims, affronted.
"it's a pop quiz, guinevere. but it's very easy, so long as you did last night's homework. which i'll also come around to collect with the quizzes." louis is one hundred percent sure it's only their years and years of purebred upbringing that prevents them from yelling complaints at him and acting out.
he smiles. harmlessly. "you have twelve minutes. good luck."
the quiz really is easy. there are only seven questions and the first one asks if greece was a bureaucratic empire or collection of competitive city-states. like, come on. it's ancient greece. that's common sense; he even mentioned it to them in passing when they were going over india.
eleven out of sixteen fail.
he sits on his high stool after they've finished grading, the lot of them either glaring up at him or staring dejectedly. he hates that.
sighing, he begins, "so i can either be that, you know, a-hole who only ever gives reading from the book and then a bunch of stupid homework assignments and tests. and you guys can leave the course only seeing and barely understanding the surface material of the long, jagged iceberg that is history. or - and this is one hundred percent my preferred method, i'll be honest with you - i can be decent. and fun. and only ever give tests when it's absolutely necessary, and only after making sure you understand the material in-depth, the how of the why, all that jazz. and you can participate and put in some actual effort."
"virginia," he directs towards a tall redhead near the front. louis has been aching to call her pepper from day one, but when he asked if they were allowed to give nicknames to students, liam payne said it was highly frowned upon. fuck liam payne, what does he know. "which do you choose?"
she shrugs. "the second one sounds fine."
louis grins, jumping down from his stool and turning on his promethean board. he opens it up to a presentation he's done on the ancients. asks, "david, can you tell me whether ancient greece was an empire or collection of city-states?"
"city-states...?" david answers warily.
"yes! yes, good job. due to the diverse and limiting big geography - that's a term you'll want to make you use in essays and the like - greece was never able to unite itself, although athens did forcibly try later on, but we're not quite there yet." he looks out at his class; only a few are taking notes, which. what. "notes! pen and binder, hello, don't just sit idly."
he waits for the last rustle of paper out of amelia's burberry bag (god, when he was in this year, he was barely hauling through a ragtag piece of cloth he'd had for three years) before switching onto the next slide and continuing. "there were an insane amount of city-states, each unique, and though there were of course common factors, usually cultural, such as their shared language of greek and their gods - infamous for the humanlike characteristics and flaws they held - each polis had individual governments and guidelines. and were almost always fighting each other because of it."
he gives them time to copy down the notes from the powerpoint, and also possibly in hope of any questions. there are none. he tries not to sigh.
"while greece was definitely not as politically great as the classical empires around it during the latter centuries of the premodern era, like the han and roman empires, culturally it was extraordinary, in terms of impact..."
two weeks later, sat at niall's dining table with a beautiful ribeye in front of him, louis is morose.
"it's not good enough," he says aloud to the two other diners.
alexandra pauses her spew to niall about how he should really try her salad and the wonders of actually eating vegetables every once in a while to ask him, "what isn't?" niall looks gratefully at louis for freeing him of the speech, almost as if to say thank you for being self-centered and preferring people to mourn whenever you are. louis gives him a meaningful, humble look. what are best friends for?
"my students. no, i didn't say that, but, like. i just. ugh." he takes a distressed bite of his steak.
"eloquent," says niall.
alex hits him on the back of his neck, chastising, "he's in a delicate state, don't be a prat." louis loves her.
"i managed to get my kids to give a fuck, but it's not enough of a... fuck. they're only doing it because their grade depends on it and they have to get into oxford or some ivy league uni in the states, there's no true caring for the class, the subject itself. and that distresses me. i'm distressed."
"lou, mate, tryna make all your kids give a fuck about history itself is aiming a bit high, dontcha think?"
louis narrows his eyes and chews slowly on his broccoli. "what are you trying to say? why wouldn't they? there's every reason to, there are plenty of gre - "
niall rolls his eyes and mumbles something insulting under his breath. louis tries to decipher it, but he can hardly understand half of what niall's ever saying, anyway, so it's a lost cause.
"lou," alex translates, "what he means is not that history sucks, but that teens are... well, you remember. how many classes did you take that you gave an actual shit about?"
"well, that's different," louis sniffs. "shut up. stop having a point. i hate when niall is right."
niall smiles at him and steps on his foot under the table.
louis indirectly gets the idea from the only student he might actually truly dislike. hate. the word he's looking for is hate, but liam payne also told him that was highly frowned upon, but then again, louis doesn't care.
he's given them time to work on a paper he's just assigned on the classical empires when he hears spencer, who he knows he gave the mauryan/gupta states to, say to a clearly uncomfortable damien sitting next to him, "i hate reading about this joke of a country. my grandfather walks with a limp because of some bloody brown rebel shot him in the leg during a rebellion. he was a leading general, though. the gun he used hangs in some war artifact museum in the states." his tone is proud.
louis glances up and notices pretty linsa sitting in the seat directly in front of spencer, smiling too wide and trying to keep up her conversation with a frowning clara, thinks about how, if money actually determined your self worth the way he knows this class of people thinks it does, linsa and her family would be leagues and leagues ahead of spencer and his stupid, imperialistic, wrongfully gained racist piece of shit old money. and it's like, he knows that he's meant to remain "impartial" and not get involved unless a student directly involves him, but he always thought that part of this school's training was complete bullshit. it reminds louis too much of all the shitty walks in the hallways and the shit he'd hear behind his back and getting beat up after school for daring to kiss a boy off school campus or anywhere at all and all the teachers who ignored it. he feels completely sick to his stomach.
"spencer, bring up your rubric."
"i need it for my paper, sir," he replies, not looking up and pretending to suddenly be studiously working. louis resists the urge to roll his eyes or punch him in the face. highly frowned upon.
"yes, i know it's needed for the paper. i created the assignment. but you're not going to complete one. bring it up now."
"that would mean i get a zero, and i didn't do or say anything deserving of that."
"i'm a hundred percent positive that we have different opinions of improper statements. paper up now, or i'll take away your participation grades for the next two weeks." the class is dead quiet by now, giving up all pretense of working and staring avidly between louis and spencer.
spencer hasn't gotten up, is gaping incredulously at him, as if this has never happened to him before, and that just enrages louis ten times more.
"that's a zero on the paper and participation for the next month. get out of my class," louis says, trying to control his tone, looking down and resuming grading.
clara trips him on the way out. louis pretends not to notice.
something struck him during spencer's horrible little monologue, though. he sets an alarm on his phone to help him remember, and resolves to look more into it when he gets home.
"so," he begins, sliding into a seat across from jade in the teachers' lounge. he's given himself two days to mull things over, kind of, so he figures it's been long enough. he's asked niall and alex, of course, but niall is niall and alexandra is... eccentric, so he figures he needs a professional opinion. jade is as professional opinion as one can get.
jade takes a collected bite of her sandwich, chewing slowly and staring inquiringly across at louis. he takes that as his cue.
"jade," he begins. "you look beautiful today."
"what do you want?" she asks, tone ever-suffering.
"what's the school's policy on field trips?"
"you can find that in your handbook."
louis doesn't pout. "well, yes, of course, but that's why i have you." he pauses. "i'll... bring you coffee every morning."
"i want a caramel frap in my classroom every day at 6:50 for the next month. field trips are iffy and slightly frowned upon, but authorisable under certain circumstances. however. so long as you go to mrs hunter in guidance and bring her a box of cookies, half chocolate chip, half oatmeal raisin, from the bakery across the street, she can make an exception. don't tell her i sent you."
louis kisses her on the cheek. when he pulls back, she wipes her cheek and warns, "don't touch me, mr tomlinson," but the smile she hides behind her sparkling water betrays her.
louis is glad they're allowed, because he's already made reservations with the museum.
he tells his classes the tuesday before the trip.
kayla in his second passes out the forms while he explains things to his class. "friday, we'll be going on a trip to the british museum. it'll be for much of the day, hopefully all. thankfully, i only have about fifty kids total, so i've made reservations at a place for lunch. bring nothing that day but your wallets and something to take notes on. there's a five pound fee because i want a nice bus big enough to fit us all with actual air conditioning, so yes. have your parents sign it and bring it back by wednesday."
"that's tomorrow," jack says.
"do any of you ever raise your hands, good grief. yes, i know that's tomorrow. you'll want to make sure you're punctual, won't you? any questions?"
fahim raises his hand. louis would never think this, but he wouldn't mind meeting this kid five years from now in a dirty club where he's drunk and can't be held responsible for any and all actions. jesus. "why must we bring something to take notes on?"
"to take notes," louis replies, arching an eyebrow. "depending upon your behaviour the next few days, i will be assigning an essay based upon what you learn. it's entirely up to you. don't be intolerable and neither will i." he smiles. "before you ask, the restaurant we'll be going to is guido's, i'm sure you've all heard of it, i've been told it's popular with the lot who can afford to spend half a month's rent on a single meal."
christina in his last block asks him if he'll be able to eat there on a teacher's salary, and then offers to pay for him with a coy smile and not-so-subtle pulling down on her blouse. louis has to take a very long drink from his bottle of water to keep from choking and dying right then and there in his world history classroom only half an hour before he gets to go home. it's a difficult task.
louis knows he should really stop bribing his students to get them to do what he wants, but on one hand, it always works. their behaviour over the next two days is the most beautiful he's ever seen in his entire life. it's the type of thing teachers wish on shooting stars and throw coins into fountains for and all that.
clara doesn't use her phone once.
the day of, after a relatively short ride and making sure none of his kids have alcohol hidden in their jackets - he's heard stories - they reach the museum only five minutes later than louis had planned, which is great, because he expected to reach ten minutes later than he had planned. they're so on schedule.
"everyone please be quiet!" he shouts out from the front of the bus. no one does. "do remember that i still can and will assign you an essay, with or without notes." it's quiet now.
"right, thank you. i have some guidelines i'd like to go over with you lot before we get down. number one: no leaving your assigned group. there are only forty-seven of you here, so it's been easy to split you up into groups of three. i've assigned you groups ahead of time, so don't pretend to act as if you're not aware and toy off to a different one. group one comes with me, two goes with mrs corden and three with mrs hamish. number two: do not, under any circumstances, leave your group at any time. if you need to use the loo... don't. if it's an absolute emergency, let your chaperone know, and the entire group will take a bathroom break. we'll be stopping by the loo before we get started, though, so that shouldn't be an issue. number three: don't take off your name tags. number four: don't be rude. number five: do not leave your group. are we clear?"
daniel yells back, "crystal."
louis rolls his eyes fondly. "thank you, daniel. i'm glad to know you're awake for once. right, so. let's go."
louis'd been worried about how he would manage to troop all the lot of them around, so it was a major relief when two parents stepped up and volunteered to chaperone. he's very well aware that they're only doing it because they're lonely and sexually frustrated in their big, cold houses and probably have some idea that he'll be attracted by their power and botox and fuck them, but, well. what can you do. he's not encouraging it. much.
after the loo stops, they're greeted in the lobby by a short blonde woman dressed in all black. "good morning! safe to assume you're the eight o'clock from huntington prep, yes?"
louis nods, smiling harmlessly. he wonders if it works on adults, too. it's done wonders on controlling niall, but niall is practically prepubescent.
"excellent. we've made the arrangements for three groups as you had hoped, and if you would please sort yourselves accordingly, our curators will quickly deal with things." she flashes a grin and walks away.
an attractive thin dark boy also dressed in all black with a quiff and an impressively apathetic look on his face steps forward and announces, "group one, come with me." louis takes one step forward, but gets bypassed by mrs corden, walking faster than he's seen her or any woman of her age move in his life. she extends a hand, face absolutely predatorial and frankly frightening.
"that'll be me," she purrs. louis doesn't have the heart to say otherwise.
group two goes with a classically pretty asian girl who manages to pair what seems to be pairing the mandatory all black with striking red stilettos. he's very inspired.
"guess that leaves you lot with me," a deep voice drawls out. a figure appears from behind a column, looking slightly rushed. louis makes to take a step forward, gets a good look at him, and falls head first.
"fuck," louis whines into the floor.
"oh my god, are you alright?" strong hands grip his elbows and pull him up effortlessly. louis does not whimper.
"i'm fine," he replies, standing up properly and brushing himself off. he looks up - up, jesus christ fuck - at the tall beautiful beautiful beautiful human being standing in front of him, head to toe in black and a furrow between his brow. louis isn't sure what's going on with his hair, but it's vaguely curly and he's feeling it so much. his dick would like to feel it so, so much. "you are so fine."
"i'm sorry?" he looks even more worried now, stepping back slightly and sadly letting go of louis' elbows.
"what?" louis asks, shaking his head and smiling harmlessly. he didn't say that, and everything is okay. someone behind him clears their throat, sounding suspiciously like they're concealing a laugh. louis whips his head around to glare at them. "none of you even tried to help me up or ask if i'm okay, i could have died, and now you're laughing."
"we did, mr tomlinson," benjamin says, smirking. "you must've been too... distracted to notice."
louis tries not to blush (fails) and murmurs, "yes, well." he looks back towards the curator and resolves not to cry. he's a grown up. maybe. not really; he just can't afford to allow his kids to have that much blackmail saved for future reference. "hello. i'm mr louis tomlinson and these are my paycheques. pretend this is the first impression."
tall, dressed dark, and handsome laughs. "it's a pleasure, mr louis tomlinson. and your, er, students. i'm harry and i'll be your guide for the morning. we don't get older groups too often, so it'll be refreshing being able to use actual english." fuck, he's so gorgeous. louis sneaks a look down at his black loafers and blinks. well. you know what they say about proportions and big feet.
"he wants us to engage in history and the wonders it has to offer," camille says. smart ass.
"stop quoting me, ms hendley. if you used such impressive photographic memory on your lessons and tests as well, then i could envision wonders in your gradebook."
she pouts and makes a face at him. louis fights the urge to laugh and make one back.
"right, if we'll begin. i have everything waiting for us at the first exhibit. follow me." harry turns around and begins walking, leaving them to trail after him. Iouis' inner niall helpfully provides hate to see you go... but louis stops him before the phrase can continue. that'd be an all time low.
louis knows that he's in love the second harry begins speaking about the bolsheviks. kind of.
they're on their fourth exhibit, an out of print soviet bill with lenin's face on it.
"before the 1917 revolution," harry begins, standing next to the glass encasing the thin paper item and looking like the spawn of aphrodite and adonis, inhuman and probably trying to steal louis' soul, "it had been common for banknotes to represent the tsarist regime that had been heading russia since the seventeenth century. but when the bolsheviks came into power, after five years of war and disunity and the insane amount of notes that had come from various regimes and armies, they made it their goal to establish themselves in the most common yet influential way possible - through currency. this portrait of lenin was introduced sometime around 1937, and remained a dominant and unifying feature of the union of soviet socialist republic until its fall in 1991."
abel asks, "that's the ussr, right? the soviet commies? aren't we meant to like... hate them? they were bad, right, why're we learning about them?"
louis almost opens his mouth to respond, but harry quickly beats him to it, and louis remembers that he's meant to be student, not teacher, today. that role goes to harry. god, that'd be so hot if actually being one hadn't put louis off the concept of teacher/student roleplay for the rest of his life. except maybe for fahi - no, jesus fucking christ, no. never.
"well, abel - " (louis has to admit that for a split second he almost thought that harry was a mind reader and therefore judging his every thought before he remembered there were... nametags on each of his kids. desperation runs high in times like this) " - yeah, they were the 'soviet commies', but, um, for one thing, if we only taught the things we're meant to like, then us, ourselves as the british, i mean, and our country, would only appear in our own textbooks and maybe a few north american and australian ones from maybe 1970 on, d'ya get what i mean?"
abel stares blankly at him. "no." bless his soul, he's always been a bit slow on the uptake. butler must've dropped him on the head as a child.
harry chuckles a little, running a hand through his hair and looking around as if he's trying to figure something out. louis shouldn't be watching close enough to be able to figure out when he's caught an idea, but he is, and he can't really be at fault for that. he's being an attentive student. "okay, well, it's like... you know about world war two, right?" abel nods. "and i think it's pretty clear that the nazis were the bad guys and that no one really liked them, especially not us. but you still know about the nazis. you're meant to learn about them every year from the second you can comprehend the horrors of war. knowing history, knowing the mistakes and achievements the people before us made, is what's important, not just where we as a people are meant to feel about it. does that make more sense?"
"kinda," abel admits.
"it's like how mr t always tells us we have to learn history in order to be able to prevent past mistakes," clara explains. louis will get her to stop calling him mr t one of these days, but for now he's just proud that she remembers and cares about a word he's ever said.
"oh," abel grins. "i've got it. mr tomlinson, did i just learn something?"
"god forbid," murmurs louis, patting him on the shoulder.
harry talks really passionately about history, and it gives louis the same fuzzy feeling he always gets whenever someone does, like when he was in year 10 and his history prof started gushing about the early caliphates and he knew that, yeah, this is what he cares about, that is what he wants to do. and that's cool, isn't it; louis has been to too many museums where the curators saw this as nothing more than a job rather than a passion, and it's refreshing that this isn't the case here. louis imagines that the british museum must only hire hot history buffs. he's so okay with this. he would like a position training under harry. he would like a position under harry.
he keeps ruining his deep, introspective contemplations with horrid, horrid thoughts. shame, that.
"and the second part's all subjective as hell, innit?" he rolls the sleeves of his shirt up, the thick vein of his arm muscles now apparent. he brings an idle hand to finger at the cross necklace around his neck, rubbing his long fingers over the thin chain before continuing when damien asks him what he means. "well, like. the whole 'communism is bad' thing. it depends on who you're asking, i guess. just cause the soviets were our - britain's, i mean - ally's enemies during the cold war doesn't mean... communism is automatically horrible."
louis isn't sure he can breathe.
"it is, though? i was reading ahead in our history book, and there was something about stalin and the great, um, something, and they killed a lot of people and he was really quite mad," says sabrina. his kids are interacting, and it's with the hottest bloke louis has seen in possibly a year, this is the best day of his life
"that's the thing. we can't judge an entire, like... government system, social theory, whatever, on the actions of a few men alone? stalin and, you know, the ccp - i'm not going to say what that stands for because i don't think i'm actually supposed to talk about this, shit, i'm actually not supposed to curse either, i'm really so sorry." he takes a deep breath, smiling self deprecatingly, rolling his eyes at himself before continuing. louis still can't breathe, and he's almost positive there's a mule stomping on his guts. "those people might have done horrid things, but they aren't communism itself, if that makes sense?"
"not at all," sabrina tells him.
"right. communism is, at its core, about equality. there's a bunch of - " louis clears his throat, drawing his attention and mouths huntington prep at him. best not to talk about the shortcomings of the bourgeoisie to the bourgeoise. harry winks and gives him a knowing look. it's fine. "um, other stuff, too. there tends to be, jesus christ, but. equality. that's the big picture. the people who tried to carry this out were just... really bad at understanding that, at looking at the big picture. they saw state-controlled and did the state control without any of the other stuff. here's an example, apologies to mr louis tomlinson in advance. have you ever had that one teacher you really, really hate? and they pretend to preach some set of rules and fairness, but never follow it themselves and make you completely miserable and because of that you come to hate the entire class or subject itself even though it might not even be that bad? that's where i'm coming from."
"so communism is chemistry and stalin is my mrs farlant?" samuel asks.
"ugh, don't bring her up while we're on a field trip, samuel," clara groans.
"what if mrs farlant was my closest colleague?" louis muses. she's not. louis hates her, but he's not allowed to admit it aloud.
"please," says lisbeth. "mrs farlant isn't anybody's closest anything."
"but yes," harrys comments, injecting himself back into the conversation, "it's basically like that. communism isn't evil. the people who led the communist movements were. if we're oversimplifying."
clara, who regardless of their rough start is, from this moment on, possibly his favourite student in the entire universe, asks, "harry, are you a bloody communist?" language and manners, louis thinks, but he's too anxious for whatever harry's answer will be.
harry grins, all teeth and a devilish flick of his tongue over his bottom lip. "subjective as all hell, innit?"
this is when louis knows. god bless karl marx.
when they reach guido's, louis barely gets his kids settled in and looking over the menus before he rushes past ferenzi to dodgeball into the kitchen and call out with all the grandeur the moment and a man of his importance deserves, "niall horan, today i have found my soulmate."
"shit fuck goddamn, you fucking made me cut myself!" niall complains. louis finds him behind the more eccentric pots and pans at a cutting board with a knife the length of his arm and a bunch of super small greens. louis finds offense at being blamed for the inevitable.
"you sound like a rich straight european male, always complaining about the excitement life has offered you and wanting to remain in your boring little perimeters." he hops onto the counter, ignoring giovanni's complaints about sanity and reputation. she'll forgive him eventually. it only took four months for her to get over the time he accidentally breathed too loudly next to a plate of salmon.
"louis, i am a rich straight european male. and i'm trying to figure out how you got all of that from you startling and making me bleed, dirty-haired fuckshit."
"your insults are weakening. stop talking about yourself, you're so selfish, i've got more important news."
"i heard," niall mumbles darkly, sucking on the shallow wound on his thumb. "go 'head. who's it?"
"his name's harry, he's a curator at the museum, was ours, even though he wasn't supposed to be and that's how i know it's, like. fate. and i'm at least 89% sure that i'm in love with him," he announces, nodding. he should really get back to his students.
"that's nice," niall says passively, getting back to cutting.
"i fucking hate you," louis tells him, looking around to see what he can possibly destroy to piss off niall.
giovanni says evenly, "don't you dare."
louis puts the pot carefully down. "i'm sorry, gi, i love you." she grunts.
"lou. i'll be done in fifteen, if jacob would hurry up and actually put the chicken on the bloody skillet and you would stop distracting me. whataya want?" niall asks, turning around to grab another onion from the fridge.
"surprise me. and nialler, come out and say hi, yeah? i've got to make sure they don't think i've illegally brought them here."
"m'not going out there," niall tells him, walking to the fridge and bending to get a huge container of fresh tomatoes. they're grown in his parents' garden, and at eight am every morning, some poor unlucky sod brings them all the way over. louis imagines they're probably getting paid more than he is, though, so he doubts there are many complaints. the horans are a very generous breed. "thank you for the offer."
"why not," louis whines. he forgets that he's meant to be an adult when he's around niall. it can at times present itself as an issue. "whatever. where's principessa?"
"it's been years, you still going on about that principessa shit with mum?"
"always," louis replies fervently to jacob, hiding somewhere behind the tall pots of pasta boiling on the stove. she's italian, her husband's name was guido, and she's absolutely gorgeous," he ends, grinning as she walks into the kitchen at the very moment. he jumps down to exclaim, "buongiorno, principessa!"
she rolls her eyes. "buongiorno, louis tomlinson. your children are arguing out there and if they abolish my restaurant, i'm afraid you owe me more money than you can afford."
"is everyone in this restaurant richer than me?" he asks, sighing and walking back out through the double doors. his kids look up suddenly when they see him. louis hasn't even been in the kitchen that long. there's no way they could have ruined it that quickly. they went to grammar school.
"probably, mr t," charles answers, grinning at him.
he recoats himself into teacher-mode, snorting and moving to stand in the middle so that everyone can hear him. one long circle of tables has been arranged, big enough to fit them all, a small opening for whoever wants to sit within the interior. linsa and adam have chosen this and are sitting across of him, looking suspiciously cozy, him pushing her long black hair behind her ear, blonde head bent over and whispering. louis narrows his eyes and reminds himself to ask liam payne what's going on here. he might pretend to be all righteous and mighty, but kids have a lot more freedom to talk during phys ed, and all the teachers know he's got the best gossip.
the tables are marble and spotless. the bread basket on the table is already halfway done. there's a nice aroma of warm bread and spices, comforting but never overwhelming. louis loves it here.
"that's reassuring. stop calling me mr t. we placed orders ahead of time, thankfully, and our head chef has let me know that orders will be out in fifteen."
"the head chef," dianna gasps. there are low murmurs circulating around their circle. louis raises an eyebrow. "is he in there right now? will he come out? can we go see him?"
"yes, hopefully, no. do you all know him?"
"do we know him, mr tomlinson, of course we know him. it's niall horan. everyone knows him. and we all know he works at guido's, it's like. common knowledge," aaliyah explains, flicking a braid off her face. "i'm probably going to marry him."
"as if," maria scoffs.
louis coughs. and then coughs again. excuses himself to the kitchen before he manages to cough up the lung trying to escape.
"why do my students want to marry you?" he demands.
niall sighs, stood over the stove and adding what looks like pepper to a skillet. "because i'm one of them who majored in a humanity yet didn't get disowned and managed to make it actually work. the hope of nations."
"what," louis says.
"a complicated world," niall agrees. "get out of my kitchen."
"how do any of them find you cool, you can't even speak english and dress like an asshole." he's so confused.
"i can speak proper english," niall says, suddenly enunciating and good god, louis can understand every syllable. "i just choose not to."
"you're coming out to see my kids," louis warns, walking out backwards through the double doors.
"suck a dick," niall calls back. gladly, louis thinks. harry's dick. sadly, his students can once again hear him, so he thinks better against saying as much aloud.
niall comes out to say hi. of course he does. louis always wins. daniel looks like he's going to faint and niall knows a disturbing amount of them by name. louis swears he doesn't laugh.
louis has a dream that weekend.
"niall, i think i've hit an all time low," he says into the phone sunday morning. he is on his back on his couch where he fell asleep watching the history channel's bible series at two am. party hard.
"grughpif," niall replies. "eight."
"yes, it is eight am. that's not what's important. what's important is that i had a dream where hot curator harry fucked me whilst reciting the communist manifesto. in french."
niall hangs up. louis sighs.
the trip is a huge success. all three of his classes are still talking about it, and on tuesday morning, cleopatra asks him when they'll be learning about communism.
"it'll take a while. we've got to get through almost two thousand years first," he responds once they've finished attendance.
"well, what're you waiting for, mr t? teach us."
"stop calling me mr t," he says, mostly out of habit. it's hard not to smile like an idiot out at his first hour class. "and gladly. what can you guys tell me about the rise of islam?"
charles' hand is the first in the air. "it happened 622 ce, and was founded by the prophet muhammad."
"good grief, one would think that you actually did the optional reading."
charles smiles sheepishly, looking away and scratching the back of his neck, embarrassed. "i liked the exhibit on arabesque. the shapes were brill."
louis is still buzzing about this by the time his planning comes around. he raves to jade and liam payne about it in between bites of his panini. it's turkey and pepper jack with only three slices of tomato, just how he likes it. niall is so great at cooking and being a personal chef that louis can forgive him for being a shit friend and not listening to his fantasies.
"and so i asked, 'did anyone else enjoy the arabesque exhibit?' and like, eight others raised their hands and i only have a class of fifteen? it was the single most beautiful moment of my life. i knew the museum would turn out nicely, but i couldn't have anticipated it going this well. i'm such a great teacher."
"you're very humble," liam payne tells him.
"there's no room for modesty when you have achieved such great heights as i, liam payne. you may not understand the feeling since you teach gym. but that's okay, someone's got to keep my future archeologists and historians in shape." he pops a jalepeno kettle crisp into his mouth, smiling to lighten the blow. he's only being honest.
liam payne glares at him over the lid of his v8. "i have no idea why you hate phys ed so much, it's not as useless as you think."
"that's subjective," he disagrees.
"stop being a bitch, mr tomlinson," jade tells him, rolling her eyes a stabbing into her salad. "and i want hazelnut tomorrow morning. iced."
"whipped cream?"
"of course." she steals a crisp from his bag; it's the most brazen thing he's seen her do all year. "how else am i going to keep from killing spencer herbert?"
"you have him now?" louis whisper-asks apologetically, leaning in close.
jade exhales loudly. "switching out of your class rearranged his schedule completely and i now have him bright and early every morning for the rest of this semester. we're not meant to speak about the students in this manner." she cheekily sneaks a peek at liam payne. "it's highly frowned upon."
liam payne rolls his eyes and takes a long sip of his v8.
louis realises that the whole clichè about suddenly noticing someone everywhere once you've met them once is true.
that saturday, while he's out shopping with alex, louis turns a corner and hears a slightly familiar voice farther off, near the shirts section. when he strains his eyes to look, he sees harry the fit curator, talking on the phone and walking closer. louis freezes, for a split second, and then his heart goes into overdrive and he almost vomits, right then and there, nestled in between the woman's lingerie section.
he's not wearing all black again, and louis isn't sure if he's lamenting this fact or praising the heavens. he's in outrageously tight denims and a band tee of one that louis is sure he's never heard before, some thin hoodie over the shirt and snug on his forearms. he looks super casual and super attractive and, like. louis is so into this.
he hasn't been able to move an inch, staring straight across, so he notices the exact second that harry looks up and notices his presence, recognition lighting up his eyes as he walks closer down the aisle to where louis is standing. he's suddenly horribly aware of the sheer lace bra and knicker set he's holding in his hands.
"hey," louis greets him, determinedly not looking away from harry's face. he's good at small talk, and he can do this. he isn't sixteen years old; he's entirely capable of interacting with a fit bloke he wants to fuck. "fancy seeing you here."
"h'lo to you, mr louis tomlinson," harry grins, pocketing his mobile and bumping louis' shoulder with his fist. "and, yeah, you know. gotta wear clothes and all that, it's kind of legally required."
"oh, so you wouldn't otherwise?" louis asks, accidentally flirting.
harry winks. he is definitely giving louis a once over at this point; louis can both see and feel his eyes raking over his body, head to toe and intense as fuck about it. there's something different about not being surrounded on all sides by children he's meant to supervise, and that difference makes dragging harry in a dressing room and blowing him seem a lot less uncouth than it should. "maybe. those for you?"
louis laughs, rolling his eyes. "maybe," he answers in the same hopefully flirtatious tone harry'd used with him. he doesn't look like anything special right now, in old ratty jeans and niall's stupidly soft cashmere sweater, but. he doesn't need to be his very best to get fucked.
"s'your lot planning on coming back to the museum? your kids were really great, even the other groups, i hear. i wouldn't mind curating you guys again. we're gonna have a new exhibit on pompeii, and this really brilliant band is going to come play on opening day. they might like it."
"um, that sounds cool, actually? it'll take a while, though, i'm not actually supposed to bring them on field trips, like. ever. so two in a month would be suicidal."
"is huntington prep a prison?" harry asks, raising an eyebrow.
louis shrugs. "we've got a state of the art coffee machine in the cafè. what more could they want?"
"louis, darling, would you shag me in this dress?" alexandra yells out from somewhere in the vague vicinity, voice getting closer. louis closes his eyes shut tightly and reminds himself that he mustn't choke himself with a lace brassiere in the middle of asos. that'd be uncalled for.
"your girlfriend?" harry questions, a bit of shock seeping through his tone.
louis laughs. "god, no. missing some vital parts." he turns around and begins to quickly walk off before he can get harry's reaction. "see you 'round, yeah, mate? cheers."
he's so smooth.
except not really. the next he sees harry, it's because he's slipped and fallen over while in line at mcd's and it's. embarrassing, to say the least. harry is walking past him with a frappé in his hand, plump lips puckered tightly around the straw.
"hey, you okay?" harry leans over to help him up, while niall lounges against the soda counter and silently laughs at him.
"absolutely fantastic," he groans, trying his hardest not to stare at harry's mouth. louis has never felt stronger urges to beg someone to suck his cock, but he doesn't beg. or something. fuck, no, yes he does, but at least not in public. shreds of dignity. "has anyone ever told you that you have a really nice mouth?" no dignity, none at all.
harry slowly withdraws the straw from his mouth, licking a smidgen of froth from his lips once he's done. louis is absolutely transfixed, no longer bothering to attempt to quell his staring. there's no point. he's sure that fucking justin bieber, nestled in his canadian igloo, could tell how much he wants to fuck harry right now, so.
"once or twice," harry smirks. his eyes twinkle. "i've really got to go, but it was nice seeing you again. call about the pompeii exhibition, would you? we'd - i'd love to have your groups back."
louis isn't expecting it - louis is seriously, totally, honestly not expecting it at all, but right before he turns to leave, as if this is the sixteenth century and louis' still got to be courted, harry quickly leans in and places a soft, lingering kiss on his cheek.
"bye," he murmurs, flashing a smile once before jogging away, straw back in his mouth.
louis isn't sure how long he stands there, but he definitely doesn't move until niall finally spares him and comes over to drag him away from the scene of the crime, their paper bag of grease already in his hand. "s'that's hot curator harry? i hadn't known you two were quite chummy enough for kisses."
"i didn't either," louis says absently, opening the car door and collapsing onto the passenger seat. jesus. he feels spent and his cheek burns.
"he must really want your dick," niall says, eloquent and appropriate as ever.
"niall, please, manners. and, ugh, i don't know. he didn't pay much attention to me at the museum."
"he might have. prolly did. s'not like you were paying much more attention to anything but his mouth or whether he was a commie or not." louis is almost positive that niall's just run a light. he wishes he could be as nonchalant about 250 pound fines as his best friend is.
louis sighs and steals a chip out of the bag, popping it into his mouth and chewing contemplatively. "maybe. he did wink at me a lot, i don't know if that's a thing for him, and i overheard clara and daniel whispering about how much he was checking me out, but they're both bloody gossips, when they're not sleeping or on their phones."
"th'way you talk about your brood like i know them all."
"the fact that you do," louis retorts. niall rolls his eyes and makes a turn that almost throws the bag onto the floor. "you little fucking bitch, if you drop my food i'll shove your own steak knives up your ass!"
niall laughs and makes another wide turn.
on friday night, hidden in the darkest corner of starbucks, louis is buried in grading essays with empty cups of coffee littered all over his table. he's slept a total of five hours in the past two days, and it's moments like this that he questions what the fuck he was thinking becoming a teacher. even his laptop is tired, humming loudly and exuding an unhealthy amount of heat.
almost all of these essays are shit. he's grading cleopatra's, and from a prompt asking to compare the fall of the abbasid caliphate with that of the roman empire's, she's gone off on a tangent about the time she went shopping in italy to find the perfect persian rug for her cat.
like... why.
he takes a long drink from his coffee, pure black with gallons of sugar and absolutely disgusting, and gives her a one out of nine for effort.
"mr louis tomlinson?" a deep voice drawls out. louis closes his eyes and contemplates death. breathing in and out slowly, he opens his eyes and resolves to be an adult. he is one. not sure how stellar his flirting skills are when he's half-dead, though. fuck, he doesn't know how teachers at big schools do this shit.
"just louis," he finally answers, opening his eyes to find harry standing in front of his booth, taking a bite out of a chocolate muffin. louis feels an involuntary smile play at his lips. harry is so beautiful that right now, in his overtly tired state, he might cry. it's been prone to happen. he shed a few tears the first time he saw niall's platinum amex.
"hi, just louis," harry cheeks, grinning. "y'know, if i didn't know any better i'd think you were stalking me."
louis pretends to be affronted. he wouldn't put it above himself to stalk harry. he just hasn't quite hit that far rock bottom yet. yet. "me? you're the one showing up in all my favourite places, probably trying to seduce me." he didn't mean to say that part.
harry lets out a delighted, shocked little noise. "is it working?"
"rain check," louis responds faintly. he clears his throat, rubbing his eyes with the back of his free hand, the one not holding an overused orange pen, to try and force some of the sleep away and hopefully regain his ability to interact with people in the process. were this nialler or alex, he would do nothing more than tell them to fuck off, but he doesn't want to get into their pants with the same extremity that he wants to get in harry's, so. that's life. "what're doing out this late at night? no high school sweetheart to get back home to?"
"nah." he sets his muffin down, motioning a silent inquiry whether or not he can sit. louis nods, pushing his laptop out of the way. "she cheated on me the week before we took a-levels."
louis hears she and imagines shooting himself in the leg. "that's... unfortunate."
harry shrugs. "maybe. i took her little brother's virginity his first month of uni, so. oh my god, wait, that makes me sound like i'm a total tosser, fuck - i, i didn't just do that to get back at her, didn't actually know 'til after," he rambles, blushing. louis wants to know how far that flush extends to reach his dick. louis wants to know his dick. shit. he's too tired for this. "i'm sorry."
"s'fine," louis grins sleepily. "you never answered my first question, though. about what you're doing here. it's really late, innit?"
"had a late shift doing restoration. we - the museum, i mean, bought some old documents from this ancient lady in liverpool, and zayn and i were on rotation for that."
"i don't know a zayn," louis tells him.
"at the museum, the one with... he had a group, i think. he's the mad fit tan one with the black hair? like, really fit."
"ah," louis responds, remembering mrs corden pushing him aside and lying about her group number. "that one."
"he was a bitch about it, though, cause he hasn't gotten laid in three hours, or whatever. he mentioned you, said you're really hot and should come back more often." he chuckles. his smile doesn't reach his eyes though, and louis wonders why that is.
louis wonders if harry is blind.
"what do you say?" he's really tired and barely coherent and can blame this on that in the morning.
harry blinks, the left side of his mouth curling up in a small smile. louis knows he can't be imagining how much closer harry gets or the way he can suddenly feel their sides touching at every point, from thigh to shoulder. "i think it'd be lovely if you came back to the museum as well."
"s'that all?" he asks quietly. tired, tired, tired. definitely the reason he's embarrassing himself to this extent.
harry's breath fans softly across his face, and he's so there, so close that if louis moved just a centimetre closer, they'd be kissing. louis doesn't have to think about it much longer; harry whispers, "no. think you're really, really beautiful, too," and then kisses him.
which. okay.
harry is a very nice kisser. louis wishes he could properly describe it, from the way harry presses down and the flick of his tongue against louis' lip, inside louis' mouth and how sure and sweet and slow he kisses, like they've got all the fucking time in the world. it might be the best kiss louis' had in his entire life, even though he's so overwhelmed that he can hardly do anything but sit there and let himself be kissed until harry does this thing with his tongue and teeth that louis would like to see repeated on his cock and he's unable to do nothing more than finally kiss back.
when harry pulls back, both of them are panting for breath with sparkling eyes and stupid smiles. jesus christ.
"hi," louis breathes.
"hi." harry grins and brings a hand up from where it's been cradling the back of louis' neck to swipe a string of hair back from his forehead.
"a few random meetings and all of a sudden you're kissing. haven't you ever heard of going slow, mr harry?" he doesn't mind, god, but he feels like he has to say something. he doesn't want the moment to turn jilted and awkward.
"styles," he answers. "mr styles. and, um, i didn't think you'd mind. plus, we're not thirteen, so waiting four months would be kind of crazy, wouldn't it?"
"i'd probably have jumped off a cliff by then," is what louis doesn't say. instead, he answers, nodding, "it would. i'm glad you did." he's still smiling. when he licks his lips, he can still taste harry on his tongue.
harry stares at him for a moment, intense in a way that makes louis feel as if he's stark naked. "yeah. so am i." he exhales and finally looks away, running a hand through his hair. it looks like his hands might be shaking, and louis wants so badly to kiss him again. "what're you doing, what have i interrupted you from?" he's still too close. louis would like him closer.
"um..." louis yawns, covering his mouth with his hand. "grading essays. and a few other papers i should have given them back ages ago."
"what're the essays on?" asks harry.
"comparison of the fall of the abbasids and rome." louis had managed to forget about them for a short while, but it's like it's all rushing back to him now, and he can feel the migraine setting back in.
"oh, the abbasids. i wrote my very first uni paper on them."
"what'd you major in?"
"asian history." louis' probably getting hard. "i could, like... if you don't mind, i could help you? with some stuff, maybe the essays, or whatever. swear i'd know what i'm doing," harry says hesitantly.
louis isn't sure what to say. "oh. what - i mean, don't you want, don't you, i'm sure you have better things to do?"
harry shrugs, and bites his lip, looking down at him and clearly fighting a smile. "maybe. can't think of any right now, though."
louis blushes. "right. well, you can..." he's going off so much about nonsense, and it's bloody fucking embarrassing. he isn't lottie. he can talk to boys, and handle them being stupidly attractive and charming and not so stupid at all. not really. no, he can't. he can't. "here are a few. i'm not sure if you've ever seen this type of rubric before, but it's fairly easy to understand, i think. it's the collegeboard one, here's the paper."
"no, yeah, i know it. a bit too personally. it's the devil format i was tortured to when i was this age, too."
"hey," louis defends. "it's efficient. a bitch to grade and a bitch to write, but efficient nonetheless. it's highest ranked, even in the states. foolproof."
"hmm, should've known better than to insult the system in front of a teacher," he teases.
they grade.
it's calm; harry's quiet and gets through essays quickly enough. he passes with flying colours when louis checks the first one, leaves little comments in the green ink he'd nicked from louis' bag all over the papers. he'll show louis really bad paragraphs, but not in a malicious way, more of a pointing out of what the writer did wrong and maybe what louis could bring up for them to work on. and it's like... louis barely knows him. like, he knows that he's crazy stupid pretty and a fucking fantastic kisser and all the obvious stuff, but that's kind of it. this entire thing might be moving too fast, and next time they kiss he could turn out to be a shitty person or a serial killer in the making (both things that have happened to louis three times too many) and it's weird.
it's weird because louis can't see that happening, not with these first and second and fifth impressions that he's gotten of harry so far. he just seems absolutely lovely and so fucking smart. louis doesn't believe in love at first sight or love at all, sometimes, and that's totally fine, regardless of what niall says and any possible reasons for that, but it's possible that people can gel together really quickly and that might be what's happening here.
whatever. he's seriously overthinking this.
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Re: Abandoned and damaged starships
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Sure, I get the moral directive that Kirk lays on M5. However, I don't think that much time elapsed between Wesley's report and their retreating outside of phaser range - which is a considerable distance.
The only options for the crew of the Excalibur are
1) escape by shuttles
2) escape by primary hull detachment
3) escape by beam out to friendly ships
1 and 2 didn't occur so that leaves 3. It is possible during that time when M5 turned to chase Potemkin that Lexington and Hood moved in and beamed out the survivors. If that is the case, then this is an interesting example of the ability to beam a whole bunch of people by a starship(s).
However, I'd imagine the dead bodies stayed aboard for Kirk's strategy to work.
Plus as
points out is the crew really going to completely abandon the ship instead of trying to repair it
in the middle of combat
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Cottage / 3 bedrooms / sleeps 6 Home 259459
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Cottage / 3 bedrooms / sleeps 6
|Key Info
A delightful three-bedroomed cottage in the perfect location for a fun-packed family holiday, Clottage boasts stunning water views, its own parking space and a courtyard garden.
This welcoming, white-fronted house is the second in a row of five character cottages nestled around a pretty lawned area, just metres away from Flushing's charming quayside. Clottage has been stylishly decorated by its owners with pale colours and quirky fabrics to create a family holiday retreat with a sunny seaside feel.
Step through Clottage's inviting powder blue front door, through its compact entrance hall and you find yourself immediately in the heart of this lovely home, an impressive open-plan living/dining space. The décor here sets the tone for the rest of the house and the owners have created a relaxed, bright, seaside feel, combining white walls, tongue-and-groove panelling and pale wood floors with quality soft furnishings adding splashes of colour. The focal point of this bright, family space has to be its amazing, ever-changing river view from the large window to the front of the house, around which the owners have built a comfy seat; the perfect spot on which to perch and watch the world go by. A generous amount of additional seating is provided by a pair of sofas and matching armchairs, furnished to suit the nautical theme in a deep blue with an assortment of pretty cushions. When the sun goes down and you decide to draw the pretty checked curtains on the captivating view, a TV, DVD and stereo will provide alternative entertainment. Should you wish to remain in contact with the outside world during your escape here, then WiFi has also been provided.
A raised dining area with wooden table and chairs to comfortably seat six has been created at the other end of the room. This sociable space opens up to an additional al fresco eating area in Clottage's charming white-walled courtyard, through a set of French patio doors. If you are holidaying with young children, a high chair can be provided for your use.
Although compact, the kitchen here has been well equipped with quality appliances and continues the same bright, fresh feel as the rest of the interior, with simple white and blue tiling and pale units. To maximise storage space in the kitchen and keep noise to a minimum, a washing machine and tumble dryer have been thoughtfully installed in the outhouse which can be accessed through the courtyard garden. This room also provides useful storage space for wet, sandy clothes or surf gear.
The coastal charm of this bright, sunny property continues upstairs. The master bedroom with king size bed and window seat decorated in pretty fabrics boasts stunning views over the quayside and has been simply decorated in fresh white. Located to the back of the house with garden views, the twin room again has a bright, fresh feel and benefits from a built-in wardrobe. Our favourite bedroom -sadly strictly for children only!- is a delightfully furnished single with bunk beds, which provide the most fabulous vantage point from which to keep track of the boats as they make their way across the Penryn river to Falmouth Bay and back. Luxury bedding is provided throughout and a travel cot is available for those with younger children.
It is evident that the owners have borne the needs of a family in mind throughout when furnishing this seaside holiday home and the bathroom is no exception. The spacious room has been fitted with a modern white suite comprising W.C, bath and separate shower and its white tiles with colourful detailing bring a bright, fun feel to it.
Clottage offers families light, bright accommodation in a central location. As one of our dog-friendly properties too it remains a firm favourite with guests.
|Sleeps up to 6, 3 bedrooms
|3 bedrooms, 1 bathrooms of which 1 Family bathrooms
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|Nearest beach
|Flushing 100 m
|Car not necessary
|Nearest travel links
|Nearest airport: Newquay 19 km, Nearest railway: Penryn 4 km
|Family friendly
|Great for children of all ages
|Pets welcome, No smoking at this property
Features and Facilities
|DVD player, Boat available, Sea view
|Central heating, TV, Video player, Wi-Fi available
|Kettle, Toaster, Iron, Hair dryer
|Dishwasher, Cooker, Microwave, Fridge, Freezer, Washing machine
|Double beds (1), Single beds (4), Dining seats for 6, Lounge seats for 6
|Linen provided, Towels provided, High chair
|Private garden
|Parking, Suitable for people with restricted mobility, Not suitable for wheelchair users
|Further details indoors
Sleeping 6, the master bedroom with double bed overlooks the water and has a window seat, the second bedroom has twin singles, while the third bedroom is ideally suited to children with bunk beds and (again) a water view.
Luxury bedding and towels are provided as is WiFi.
The house also comes with its own allocated car parking space in the quay.
Boat hire and/ or moorings can be arranged if required.
We accept one well behaved dog - contact us for more information.
|Further details outdoors
The small courtyard garden allows for al-fresco dining while the laundry room containing a washing machine and tumble dryer is also a great place to store sailing, surf or beach gear.
|Further details
We ask for a 25% deposit at the time of booking and the balance 8 weeks before arrival.
The Cornwall region
Flushing is perfectly placed to explore all of Cornwall. it is one known to be one of the warmest villages in the UK because it has an idyllic sheltered south-facing aspect, between the banks of the Penryn River and Falmouth Harbour.
It became popular in the eighteenth century as the choice location for the wealthy Packet Ship captains, and was visited by Admiral Nelson. Latterly it has become one of the most sought-after locations anywhere in the West Country. Flushing has an unrivalled mild climate, streets lined with picture-postcard traditional terraced fisherman's cottages, and beautiful unspoilt surrounding countryside.
There is also easy access onto some of the best sailing waters anywhere in the West Country, with the Helford River, the Fal Estury, Falmouth Bay and Mylor Yacht Harbour all within reach. Flushing also has a Sailing Club that welcomes guests, and it's own dog-friendly beach.
Many Cornish villages have become over crowded with tourists, but Flushing is much quieter, even during peak season, and it still benefits from a strong and vibrant community. The Flushing Regatta and Flushing Art Week are two annual fixtures not to be missed that the whole community embraces.
Flushing has two friendly pubs - The Standard, which was recently renovated and offers excellent food, and The Seven Stars, a more traditional pub with an equally extensive menu. There is also an award-winning restaurant located on the quayside, and a friendly well-stocked general store.
A passenger ferry runs a regular service between Flushing and Falmouth. It also connects with the ferries to St Mawes, Mylor, Trelissick and Truro. In summer the Fal River boats offer trips to the gardens of Trebah and Glendurgan, and onwards to Truro. A local water taxi service also runs around the bay.
Many Cornish villages have become over crowded with tourists, but Flushing is much quieter, even during peak season, and it still benefits from a strong and vibrant community.
Unlike Mevagissey, Fowey, Padstow, St Ives and similar towns, parking is available, either outside the house or in a car park at the end of the street.
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Rated 5 out of 5 by KazG Decorative Knobs I purchased the green with blue dots knobs and am so happy with them. They look even better in person than in the picture. Absolutely happy and cant wait for my old antique dresser to be painted white with the knobs as a feature. Thanks so much!! August 7, 2012
Rated 4 out of 5 by Biskitliciouss Pretty but needed superglue These knobs are beautiful and look great on the white dresser we refurbished. However, we had to superglue the knob back on one after trying to screw it on. I hope this isn't an indication that they won't be sturdy in the long run. But, love them otherwise. September 13, 2012
Rated 5 out of 5 by caroflueck cute! need some adjusting i bought these knobs to refinish a dresser, and the color is pretty much spot on from my screen to the real product. the screw that comes attached to it is WAY too long, and I don't have a bolt cutter just laying around, so I had to remove the screw. Some of them came out easily, others were really glued in there, so I soaked them in boiling hot water for about five minutes and they come out pretty easily with pliers. i love the knobs, just wish they had come with different hardware! July 15, 2013
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With help of Family Services, Irwin woman pursuing her goals
At first glance, Samantha Bozich's desire to get a driver's license and start classes at a community college this year might seem like easy enough goals to attain.
But for the Irwin woman, 24, getting to the point where she even would consider pursuing her aspirations has taken years of help from a program operated by Family Services of Western Pennsylvania.
Bozich, who said she suffers from severe anxiety and depression, has progressed to the point where she rarely "shuts down" when she meets people.
In fact, she said she now is looking forward to the next chapter in her life.
"I used to get very nervous around people and had a hard time focusing and getting things done," Bozich said. "But that's changing because of the counseling and help I get from my caseworker."
At 24, Bozich is "aging out," which is the term used for clients who have reached the age in which they no longer are eligible for mental-health services that focus on children and young adults.
But Bozich's caseworker, Jessica Carns, said her client has made great strides toward becoming self-sufficient.
"There was a point where she wouldn't even leave her apartment," Carns said. "And while depression is not something you get over, she is learning to cope and manage it."
Carns said Bozich has learned to focus and is "very dedicated to achieving her goals."
"She studied hard for the GED exam and driver's permit and got them both on the first try," Carns said. "I'm confident that she will be very successful and the things she pursues in the future."
Bozich lives on her own and volunteers regularly at a nursing home.
She recently started the process of enrolling at Westmoreland County Community College, where she wants to study to be a medical assistant.
"I love the people at the nursing home where I volunteer," she said. "I think it would be great to work in the medical profession."
Bozich said the bouts with depression and anxiety began when she was in middle school and grew worse.
"I had a real hard time dealing with things, both academically and socially," she said. "I didn't understand why I was so overwhelmed by everything and had such a hard time focusing."
She began receiving help after enrolling in a school in Greensburg that provides mental-health treatment along with academics but dropped out of the program to spend more time with her ill grandmother, who died in 2008.
Bozich said the real changes in her life began after she began working with Carns, who "is helping me prepare for life on my own."
As Bozich works toward self-sufficiency, she offered advise to others who might be grappling with mental-health or emotional issues.
"I think it's good to ask for help," she said. "You can't always do it on your own."
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Population and statistical information
Various data is contained here relating to Watford such as population, house prices, the housing trajectory containing numbers of housing completions, the five year housing assessment, crime and unemployment figures. More information can be found in Watford's Monitoring Reports, produced annually. Further data from the 2011 Census can be found on the Office for National Statistics (ONS) website and Hertfordshire's Local Information Service website. Links to these and other useful sources of information can be found in the 'Related pages' and 'External links' panels below at the bottom of the page.
Net housing completions and housing trajectory at 31 March 2014
The housing target in Watford's Local Plan, Part 1 - Core Strategy 2006-31, adopted 30 January 2013, is for a minimum 6,500 dwellings over 25 years, average of 260 per annum. Watford has achieved a total of 398 net housing completions for the year 1 April 2013 to 31 March 2014, exceeding the average 260 homes required per year and also the revised annual rate required to remain on target. The total was comprised of 316 private market homes and 82 affordable homes.
The housing trajectory provides past completions and projected completions over the plan period 2006-31 and Watford's housing supply is reviewed annually; the current 2014 housing trajectory is available to download below. For more information on housing and other subjects, please see Watford's Monitoring Report 2014, which will be published by the end of January 2015; this will be available below under 'Related pages', as are previous monitoring reports.
Taking into account the 398 net housing completions to 2013-14, Watford's dwelling stock is currently estimated to be 38,760 (to nearest 10) as at the 31 March 2014.
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Housing trajectory table and graph @ 31.3.14.pdf (Adobe PDF format, 12Kb)
Summary table of sites in five year housing supply assessment @ 31.3.14.pdf (Adobe PDF format, 45Kb)
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Courier Corporation Schedules First Quarter Fiscal 2014 Conference Call and Earnings Release Business Wire NORTH CHELMSFORD, Mass. -- January 7, 2014 Courier Corporation (NASDAQ:CRRC) today announced that it plans to host a first quarter fiscal 2014 conference call on Tuesday, January 21, 2014, at 2:30 p.m. ET. A news release with the company's first quarter fiscal 2014 financial results will be issued on Tuesday morning, January 21, 2014 prior to the call. Chairman, President and Chief Executive Officer James F. Conway III and Senior Vice President and Chief Financial Officer Peter Folger will lead the call. The call will be available via telephone at 866-700-5192 (passcode: 28601409) and accessible via webcast on Courier Corporation's investor relations home page, at www.courier.com. Recorded replays of the conference call will be available on Courier's web site and by telephone at 888-286-8010 (passcode: 64240277), beginning at 6:30 p.m. ET that day through January 26, 2014. AboutCourier Corporation Courier Corporationis America's third largest book manufacturer and a leader in content management and customization in new and traditional media. It also publishes books under three brands offering award-winning content and thousands of titles. Founded in 1824, Courier is headquartered inNorth Chelmsford, Massachusetts. For more information, visit www.courier.com. Contact: Courier Corporation James F. Conway III, 978-251-6000 Chairman, President and Chief Executive Officer or Peter M. Folger, 978-251-6000 Senior Vice President and Chief Financial Officer www.courier.com
Courier Corporation Schedules First Quarter Fiscal 2014 Conference Call and Earnings Release
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Health and Health Care Forum: Oregon Public Health Association, Part 3
Air date:Mon, 12/23/2013 - 11:30am - 12:00pm
Short Description:Looking at health transformation and better integration of personal medical care and public health
Health and Health Care Forum: Oregon Public Health Association (OPHA) Part 3
Host Roberta Hall speaks with Lillian Shirley, as of December 1st, the Director of the Public Health division at the Oregon Health Authority. They discuss health transformation and ways to better integrate personal medical care with public health.
Later Roberta interviews several researchers about their posters at OPHA -- one concerning medical ethics in general and Physicians Orders for Life-Sustaining Treatment (POLST) in particular; one on public health work with the Hmong community in California; and one on public health education in Tanzania.
The final segment is a conversation with Brian Johnson of Lane County Public Health, the new President of the Oregon Public Health Association. Image above: Brian Johnson and Lillian Shirley


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