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Women wore red ‘Handmaid’s Tale’ robes to Texas Senate in protest of anti-abortion bill

  • Protesters in the Texas Capitol made a silent statement on Monday when they showed up to the Senate chambers dressed in the red robes and white bonnets, iconic imagery from author Margaret Atwood’s feminist dystopian novel The Handmaid’s Tale.
  • According to the Huffington Post, the women were protesting multiple anti-abortion rights bills, one of which was Senate Bill 415, legislation that bans what lawmakers are referring to as “dismemberment abortion” — otherwise known as “dilation and evacuation — a common second trimester abortion procedure.
  • In Atwood’s imagined future, women have been stripped of all autonomy and reduced to "walking wombs” whose sole purpose is to produce children for the state.  Read more (3/21/17 9:01 AM)

december 31st, 2015, 10:23 pm: i saw you for the first time. you were talking to a girl and i could tell that you were capturing her with every syllable that left your mouth. and i knew why: you were beautiful and bright, and i was drawn to you even then, like the planets are drawn to the sun.

december 31st, 2015, 11:58 pm: we met standing in line for the bathroom. you introduced yourself, and asked for my name, smiling when i gave it. “lovely,” you murmured, and repeated it a few more times, rolling the letters around in your mouth like a new food.

january 1st, 2016, 12:05 am: i could still feel you on me, your lips, minutes, hours, months later. the clock had struck midnight and you just grabbed me, didn’t ask if it was okay until it was over. you were laughing, brushing it off, all teeth and well-kissed lips, but i knew i saw you blushing. 

january 21st, 2016, 1:12 pm: you got my number through the mutual friend that threw the party. i still don’t know how you got my address. i didn’t remember telling you. you couldn’t tell me, either.

february 14th, 2016, 9:12 pm: you took me out to dinner and bought me chocolate and roses. it was all so cliche, and i loved every second of it. when you kissed me good night, i swore i could feel the rest of my life, pressed right up against my lips.

february 26th, 2016, 11:33 pm: we made it official. i remember how you asked me, how shy you got, like you didn’t know what the answer would be.

march 17th, 2016, 5:43 pm: we spent the day at the saint patrick’s day parade, and you filled yourself with beer and kissed me hard against the bar bathroom door. i drove you home and that was the first time you told me you loved me.

march 18th, 2016, 9:24 am: you called me and told me you loved me again. “i want to make sure that you know i still mean it when i’m sober,” you said.

march 24th, 2016, 1:09 pm: i met your parents at easter brunch. you had demanded i come with you, and i was glad i did. your mother was kind and beautiful, and your father was warm and handsome, just like i knew they’d be. after we’d eaten, your mother got me alone. “he’s never brought a girl home before,” she told me, “normally he isn’t very open about who he’s dating. but you, you’re different. don’t read into this, but i think he may really think you’re special.”

april 12th, 2016, 8:31 pm: you saw me naked for the first time, and you kissed every inch of my skin. i’d never felt that much love from anybody before that night, and i haven’t since. not even you could replicate those few hours.

may 5th, 2016, 4:57 pm: we fought for the first time. i ran into my ex at the grocery store and wanted to chat for a few minutes. you didn’t. when we got in the car, you told me that if i was still in love with somebody else i could just leave, and i told you that you should trust me and not be so insecure about our relationship. we screamed the whole way home and you slammed the car door when i dropped you off. i almost crashed three times on the drive home.

may 6th, 2016, 8:03 am: you came by with flowers and breakfast. “I’m sorry,” you told me, “you just mean so much to me, and the thought of you ever being anyone else’s makes me sick.” i smiled, “but you don’t have to worry about that now. i’m yours.”

june 16th, 2016, 10:51 pm: for my birthday you took me out to dinner and gave me a beautiful necklace with a silver chain and pearl pendant. we drank expensive wine and stumbled back to my place and fucked. i had never been fucked before, not like this. i woke up the next morning with bite marks on my neck and hickeys all the way down my stomach, but you were gone. “had to run,” you’d written on a post it note, “i love you.”

june 18th, 2016, 2: 41 pm: i hadn’t seen you since my birthday and you weren’t picking up when i’d call.

june 19th, 2016, 3:13 am: “ had to run,” the post it note had said. maybe you were running from me. i couldn’t tell if it was the 3 am darkness talking or the part of me that already knew.

july 1st, 2016, 4:01 am: i looked over at you, sleeping in the darkness beside me. when we were together, things felt perfectly normal. but now, i could feel the shifts. “are we falling apart?” i whispered to you, and although i hadn’t expected an answer, the silence broke my heart all the same.

july 4th, 2016, 6:47 pm: we were at a barbecue and i saw you across the crowd, talking to a girl. i saw the way she was drinking up every word that escaped from between your lips, and that’s when i knew. that’s when i knew you weren’t mine anymore.
july 21st, 2016, 7:08 pm: i brought it up to you. “i think we’re starting to grow apart,” i said, “there’s a distance between us that wasn’t here before.” you reassured me that it was all in my head, but i didn’t hear it in your voice. i didn’t see it in your eyes. you knew it was there, too, but unlike me, you weren’t trying to do anything to stop it.

august 10th, 2016, 11:37 pm: i lay awake and thought about what your mother said, all these months later. “don’t read into this.” but of course i did. i couldn’t help myself. fuck, i loved you so much.
august 15th, 2016, 1:12 pm: you invited me over and i discovered that the key you’d given me no longer worked. “i had the locks changed,” you said, “i’ll get you a new one.” it was a lie, and i knew it. you didn’t get me a new key.

september 8th, 2016, 2:00 pm: i caught you cheating. in a desperate attempt to revive the romance we’d had at the beginning of our relationship, i bought dinner and brought it to your place. when you finally opened the door, i saw it written all over your face; the way your eyes widened, the way your jaw dropped, the way your cheeks drained of color. i heard it in the stammer of your voice, the sharp intake of your breath, the grinding of your teeth. when the girl walked up behind you, half naked, asking who it was at the door, i already knew. “how could you?” i whispered, and you just opened and closed your mouth. the girl pieced it together and started screaming. she hadn’t known. i left the food at the doorstep.

september 10th, 2016, 1:49 am: you never called after that, never came by, never reached out, but it wasn’t like we’d needed to confirm anything. i knew it was over, but it took every ounce of willpower i had not to go back to your place and find out why, why everything.

september 27th, 2016, 6:20 pm: i kept finding myself huddled in a ball; in my bedroom, in my kitchen, in my shower. not crying, or yelling. just huddled, clutching my body close to myself, staring. still not understanding.

october 31st 2016, 9:01 pm: i spent halloween haunted by the ghost of you. your face was around every corner. i could still feel your touch trickling down my spine. that night, i lost it. the anger surged through the sadness and bubbled to the surface. i screamed until my throat was raw, screamed at nothing, about nothing, for no reason other than i was too full.

november 10th, 2016, 2:17 am: you called me when you were drunk and i answered. i listened to you ramble, vomiting up apology after apology. near the end, you told me you loved me. “call me tomorrow when you’re sober if you still love me,” i said.  you didn’t. 

november 25th, 2016, 7:15 pm: i went out on a date with somebody new. they didn’t pull me in like you did, but for a few hours, i forgot about you and i felt okay. i drank myself to sleep that night so i wouldn’t have to think about you. the next morning, the hangover hurt more than you did. it was a start.

december 24th, 2016, 8:12 pm: i was spending christmas with my family, and i was doing great until my aunt asked about you. i told her you cheated, but i was doing okay, and then i excused myself and threw up the appetizers into the toilet. i called you then, and when you picked up, i let out a sob. “you ruined me, you fuck,” i croaked, “and you can’t even apologize. not when you’re sober, at least.” there were a few seconds of silence, and then you hung up. i still hope that it ruined your christmas.

december 31st, 2016, 10:23 pm: i saw you for the first time in months across the crowd. it made me sick to know that even after all that had happened, you were still the most beautiful person in the room to me.

december 31st, 2016, 11:55 pm: you found me in the kitchen. “i wanted to tell you i’m sorry,” you yelled over the music, “and i miss you.” and in those final moments of the year, i thought about it. i thought about letting you back in. the countdown started, and you moved closer to me. and i.. i pushed you away. i turned away from you and said, “no. i can’t.” and i walked out of the room.

january 1st, 2017, 12:05 am: i have forgotten how you felt against me, your lips. and for the first time, i am finally okay with that.

—  a year in review -c.h. // instagram: @evanescent.love (via @poeticaffinity)
  • America: 9:01! Germany is officially late for the first time ever. All right let's do this, who's got theories?
  • Japan: Uh... his alarm didn't go off.
  • America: All three alarms? All with battery back up? Come on, who wants to take this seriously?
  • Russia: Ooh, he was taken in his sleep.
  • America: That's what I'm talking about. Super dark, Russia, but way more plausible than Japan's idiotic alarm clock theory.
  • Italy: I bet he tucked himself into bed too tight and got stuck.
  • Romano: Hmm, maybe he fell into another dimension where he’s interesting?
  • [Britain sees the group huddled around the door.]
  • Britain: It's 9:00 AM, why hasn’t the world meeting started?
  • America: Germany is a few minutes late, and we're all trying to guess why.
  • Britain: I'd like to play. I'd say he’s... in line at the bank. This is fun.
  • America: It is fun. But you're all wrong. He clearly slipped through a subway grate and is having terrible sex with a mole man.
  • [Germany runs into the room.]
  • America: There he is! Germany! Where have you been? We've been worried sick, do you care to explain yourself?
  • Germany: I'm just 70 seconds late. It's not a big deal, don't worry about it.
  • Britain: Germany, you will tell us, and you will tell us now.
  • Germany: …There was a problem at the bank.
  • Britain: *claps his hands together* HOT DAMN!

In the middle of a phone call with Putin, Trump had to take a break for a lesson in nuclear arms

  • On Jan. 28, Trump got on his first phone call with Russian President Vladimir Putin. They reportedly had a positive hour-long discussion about improving relations between their two countries.
  • New details about the call, however, reveal a disturbing move by Trump to rebuff Putin’s attempts to extend the latest nuclear arms treaty between the world’s two nuclear weapons superpowers. 
  • According to Reuters, Putin raised with Trump the possibility of extending New START, a treaty signed by the U.S. and Russia and ratified by the Senate in 2010.
  • Then Trump, who had apparently never heard of the Obama-era treaty before, had to pause the call, sources told Reuters:
    • “When Putin raised the possibility of extending the 2010 treaty, known as New START, Trump paused to ask his aides in an aside what the treaty was, these sources said.”
  • The treaty pledges both countries to reducing the number of both of the nations’ deployed nuclear warheads, and will remain in effect until 2021 — but can be extended by five years with mutual agreement.
  • After conferring with his aides, according to Reuters, Trump “denounced” the treaty — and threw in some self-congratulations: 
    • “Trump then told Putin the treaty was one of several bad deals negotiated by the Obama administration, saying that New START favored Russia. Trump also talked about his own popularity, the sources said.” Read more (2/9/17 5:01 PM)
  • Chanyeol: 9:01! Kim Junmyeon is officially late for the first time ever
  • Chanyeol: All right let's do this, who's got theories?
  • Jongin: Uh... alarm didn't go off
  • Chanyeol: All three alarms? All with battery back up? Come on, who wants to take this seriously
  • Yixing: Ooh, he was taken in his sleep
  • Chanyeol: That's what I'm talking about. Super dark, Yixing, but way more plausible than Jongin's idiotic alarm clock theory
  • Sehun: I bet he tucked himself into bed too tight and got stuck
  • Jongdae: Hmm, maybe he fell into another dimension where he's interesting.
  • {Minseok sees the group huddled around the practice room door}
  • Minseok: It's 9:00 AM why is no one practicing?
  • Chanyeol: Kim Junmyeon is a few minutes late, and we're all trying to guess why
  • Minseok: I'd like to play. I'd say he's... in line at the bank
  • Minseok: This is fun
  • Chanyeol: It is fun. But you're all wrong. He clearly slipped through a subway grate and is having terrible sex with a mole man
  • {Junmyeon runs into the room}
  • Chanyeol: There he is, Junmyeon! Where have you been! We've been worried sick, do you care to explain yourself
  • Junmyeon: I'm just 70 seconds late it's not a big deal, don't worry about it
  • Minseok: Junmyeon, you will tell us, and you will tell us now
  • Junnyeon: [Quietly] There was a problem at the bank
  • Minseok: [Claps his hands together] HOT DAMN!
MONSTA X as kids you're babysitting

Request: Monsta X as kids you’re babysitting 

A/N: … :)

-Admin KenKen

Shownu: 

  • He would be that good, angel child.
  • Never talks. 
  • Just sits there on the couch watching TV or playing with toys quietly. 
  • Wouldn’t bother the babysitter for anything. 
  • He’d probably even be the kid to cook for themselves and eat quietly.

Wonho: 

  • The one to cries watching there mom/dad leave. 
  • It will take about 50 minutes for him to finally warm up to the babysitter.
  • Once that happens, all hell breaks loose. 
  • He’ll have the babysitter on their feet forever because of all the shit he’s doing. 
  • This boy would be bouncing off the walls. 

Minhyuk: 

  • HYPER CHILD
  • Asks the babysitter a million questions. 
  • Gets too attached to the babysitter, literally, he’d be hugging the leg as he/she tried to walk. 
  • Also, tells the babysitter that his parents let him eat ice cream for dinner and sleep late.
  • He’ll leave him/her thinking about what they did to deserve this. 

Kihyun: 

  • A good child for the first 15 minutes. 
  • Cooks with the babysitter. 
  • Plays by himself not to bother the babysitter. 
  • After those 15 minutes, he’s wanting them to be picking him up and spinning him around forever. 
  • Falls asleep peacefully while the babysitter is worn out on the couch 

Hyungwon: 

  • Doesn’t talk at first because he wants his parents, not this person. 
  • Finally, gives in after many words and gifts from the babysitter. 
  • He’s probably that blunt child that says anything the comes out of his mouth, so that’s what will happen, leaving the babysitter in tears. 
  • Does things to get the person annoyed as hell. 
  • Probably, ends up making this the last time the babysitter will babysit. 

Jooheon:  

  • Is doing aegyo the whole time to get what he wants. 
  • Shows the babysitter his raps. 
  • Gets a sugar rush with candy and chocolate milk. 
  • Is rolling everywhere on the floor. 
  • Doesn’t fall asleep until 9:01 because he a bada**

I.M: 

  • The silent child.
  • Suspicious af. 
  • If he’s too quiet he’s doing something bad. 
  • If he was caught in the act, he says his parents let him do it. 
  • Has the babysitter nervous the entire time because he/she doesn’t know when he’ll strike. 

Originally posted by kihqun

  • Sting: It's 9:01 and Yukino Aguria is officially late for the first time ever. (deep breath) Alright, let's do this! Who's got theories?
  • Rufus: Uhh... Alarm didn't go off!
  • Sting: All three alarms? All with battery backup? Come on! Who wants to take this seriously?
  • Orga: Ooh! She was taken in her sleep!
  • Sting: That's what I'm talking about! Super dark, Orga, but more plausible than Rufus's idiotic alarm clock theory.
  • Minerva: I bet she tucked herself in the bed too tight and got stuck.
  • Frosch: Maybe she fell into another dimension where she's interesting.
  • Rogue: (comes into the room) It's 9AM. Why is no one working?
  • Sting: Yukino is a few minutes late and we're all trying to guess why.
  • Rogue: I'd like to play. I'd say she's... in line at the bank. (nods like that's his final answer) This is fun.
  • Sting: It is fun, but you're all wrong! She clearly slipped through a subway grade and is having TERRIBLE sex with a moleman!
  • Everyone: (giving Sting wtf expressions)
  • Yukino: (running in through the guild doors)
  • Sting: There she is! (faking anger) Yukino! Where have you been? We have been WORRIED SICK! Do you care to explain yourself?!
  • Yukino: I'm just 70 seconds late! It's not a big deal, don't worry about it!
  • Rogue: (arms crossed) Yukino, you will tell us and you will tell us now.
  • Yukino: ...
  • Yukino: (pouting) There was a problem at the bank...
  • Rogue: (claps his hands together and cheers) HOT DAMN!
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The ACLU is suing the Washington, D.C., police for violating the rights of Trump inaugural detainees

  • The American Civil Liberties Union filed suit on Wednesday against the District of Columbia, officers of the Metropolitan Police Department and Police Chief Peter Newsham on behalf of people they say were mistreated after being arrested amid large-scale protests at President Donald Trump’s January inauguration.
  • The ACLU Washington, D.C. affiliate’s complaint charges the police with “making unconstitutional arrests, using excessive force, denying arrested people food, water and access to toilets” as well as conducting “invasive bodily searches of protesters exercising their First Amendment rights.”
  • The plaintiffs in the suit, Horse v. District of Columbia, include a photojournalist and a legal observer. Read more. (6/21/17, 9:01 PM)
  • Chaeyoung: 9:01! Myoui Mina is officially late for the first time ever
  • Chaeyoung: All right let's do this, who's got theories?
  • Jihyo: Uh... alarm didn't go off
  • Chaeyoung: All three alarms? All with battery back up? Come on, who wants to take this seriously
  • Momo: Ooh, she was taken in her sleep
  • Chaeyoung: That's what I'm talking about. Super dark, Momo, but way more plausible than Jihyo's idiotic alarm clock theory
  • Tzuyu: I bet she tucked herself into bed too tight and got stuck
  • Nayeon: Hmm, maybe she fell into another dimension where she's interesting.
  • {Jeongyeon sees the group huddled around the practice room door}
  • Jeongyeon: It's 9:00 AM why is no one practicing?
  • Chaeyoung: Myoui Mina is a few minutes late, and we're all trying to guess why
  • Jeongyeon: I'd like to play. I'd say she's... in line at the bank
  • Jeongyeon: This is fun
  • Chaeyoung: It is fun. But you're all wrong. She clearly slipped through a subway grate and is having terrible sex with a mole man
  • {Mina runs into the room}
  • Chaeyoung: There she is, Mina! Where have you been! We've been worried sick, do you care to explain yourself
  • Mina: I'm just 70 seconds late it's not a big deal, don't worry about it
  • Jeongyeon: Mina, you will tell us, and you will tell us now
  • Mina: [Quietly] There was a problem at the bank
  • Jeongyeon: [Claps her hands together] HOT DAMN!
Running Late (Dad!Shawn Mendes x Reader)

Summary: A very domestic dad shawn imagine

Originally posted by smendesgifs

Y/s/n= your sons name. Y/d/n= your daughters name

Shawn’s eyelids fluttered open at the sound of birds chirping in the cold Toronto air. Turning to his side, he spotted his beautiful wife Y/N laying there, sound asleep.

“Y/N.” he cooed, kissing all over her face.

She groaned, squeezing her eyes shut. Shawn chuckled admiring her face. Let’s just say she was tired because they didn’t only sleep last night, Shawn smirked at the thought. He turned over to glance at his alarm clock to see that it was perfect time for him to wake up the kids.

He and Y/N took turns taking Y/D/N and Y/S/N to school, and Shawn definitely had the history of getting them late. Who could blame him, he loved his kids so much he didn’t always want to let them go.

And so with one last kiss to Y/N’s forehead, Shawn hopped out of bed and put his slippers on. Crossing the hallway, he visited a bright purple room first.

Dodging the hundreds of stuffed animals on the ground, he walked up to his daughter’s tiny bed, where she was snoring softly.

He smiled at her little face, and tucked a strand behind her ear just like he does to Y/N.

She stirred, waking up.

“Daddy! Helloo. “

“Hello darling.” Shawn chuckled at her.

“I don’t want to go to school.” She muttered.

“Aw sweetheart, you know you have to.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Love, is there something bothering you?” Shawn asked.

At this, she giggled.

“Hehehe you only call mommy love!”

“Well, I can use it for you sometimes too. Here, let’s sit you up.”

Shawn sat on her bed and placed Y/D/N on his lap. She rested her head on his chest as Shawn took her hand in his.

“Well, I have my oral presentation today.” She told her dad.

“And I’m guessing you’re nervous?”

“Yeah…”

“Well lemme tell you something darling, I know how you feel.”

“How do you deal with nerves before you perform?”

“Well, I take deep deep breathes. You know, in and out, in and out slowly… And then, I ease my mind. I think of things I’m thankful for, people I’m thankful of having in my life.”

“Didja think about mommy?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah, boy did I think about your mommy when I was on tour.”

“Did you miss her daddy?”

“So badly, kitten, so badly.”

Shawn looked through the hallway back at his bedroom.

“Anyway, how about some pancakes to cheer you up eh?”

Shawn put her down for her so she can get dressed, and walked across to his son’s room.

On the way, a furry little grey dog ran into him.

“Hey boy! How you doin, had a good sleep?” He said, scratching his neck and patting him on the head. “Go find Y/N, she’ll want to cuddle with ya.”

And he ran off to their bedroom.

Checking his watch for the time, Shawn mentally swore. The little talk with Y/D/N took a little longer than expected, and now if they didn’t hurry up they would be late.

“Hey buddy, what’s up?” Shawn called out to his son.

Y/S/N was bent over his desk, scribbling away.

“Dude, did you leave your homework last minute again?”

“Whaaa no of course not dad.”

“Well, c’mon buddy let’s go downstairs to have some breakfast.”

Shawn picked his 7 year old son up and went down the stairs to a waiting Y/D/N.

Y/S/N took a seat beside Y/D/N at the kitchen table, as Shawn started to get pans out.

“Guys, I don’t think we have time for pancakes.”
“What, daddy you promised.” Y/D/N frowned.

“Whatever, what’s 16+23?”

“Y/D/N, do you want to be late or not have pancakes?”

“I don’t care about being late, you do.” She giggled. “You and mommy have a contest on who gets us on time the most often.”

“Ugh, you little geniuses know everything.” Shawn said to the ceiling.

“Yo dad, what’s 16+23?”

“Daddy, the pancake mix is in the first cabinet on the left!”

Oh god, Shawn thought.

“Why did I have kids again?” He whispered to himself.

“Because you loved me and wanted to start a family.” Y/N smirked, standing at the bottom of the staircase. “Need a hand babe?”

“Yes PLEASE.” Shawn exhaled with relief.

Y/N chuckled, as she walked in the kitchen.

“You get started on pancakes, and I’ll sort out Y/S/N’s homework.” She said, putting her hands on Shawn’s waist.

“Thank you, you’re the best.” Shawn grinned down at her, starting to kiss her neck and lips.

“Guys!” Y/S/N rolled his eyes.

“Hmm right, pancakes!” Shawn moved away from Y/N to proceed to the stove, as she went to sit beside Y/S/N to help him on his math.

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“Alright bye guys! Have a wonderful day; Y/D/N you’ll do wonderful on your presentation and Y/S/N, don’t forget about your soccer practice at 4.” Shawn bent down to hug both his kids before they ran off to the playground.

“How are they already 7 and 6 years old?” Y/N pondered, laying her head on Shawn’s shoulder.

“No freaking clue.” Shawn responded, laying his head on top of hers and putting his hand on her waist, pulling her towards him.

“Okay, we should go home; I’m in sweatpants and a cami and I’m freezing.” Y/N shivered, snuggling up to her husband.

“Yeah, I got an interview in half an hour.”

“Wait Shawn isn’t your interview at 9?”

“Yeah, it’s 8:30.”

“SHIT SHAWN I’M LATE FOR A MEETING AT WORK.”

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“So, I guess I’m not the only one who runs late every once in a while eh?” Shawn chuckled from behind the counter with a coffee in his hand.

Y/N raised her eyebrows at him as she ran to the closet to grab a pair of heels.

“Shawn, will you zip me up?” She said.

“Of course love.” Shawn stood up to help her. “Hey today, I called Y/D/N love and she noticed I always call you that haha.”

“Ookay, I gotta run; I’m so late. Bye you dork.” Y/N kissed Shawn on the cheek before going out the front door to the driveway.

Shawn smirked at her from the door.

“Hey I’m still winning, you’ve been late three more times now than me!” Y/N called out from her car.

Shawn laughed.

“I love you!” He called out to her.

Going back into the house, he smiled. He was so incredibly happy, with his life right now. He was married to Y/N, the love of his freaking life and every day with her was just as exciting as when they were first dating. And he had his two amazing kids.

He glanced at the clock. 9:01.

“Damnit!” He cried out, grabbing his coat and running out the door.

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Trump announces on Twitter he’ll make final decision on Paris climate deal next week

Anything For Her - Mini Masterlist

Anything For Her - Moodboard created by @memoiresofaneternaldreamer  

I’m speechless at how well these images tell the story, and to know that my writing inspired this collage makes me a bit weepy (but very inspired to continue!!) - read the story and find out how all these images fit into the puzzle of Eunni!

SYNOPSIS: Single Dad Chanyeol and his young daughter meet a nice girl… 

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M = Mature +18 content. All other chapters are PG-13. The entire story makes sense WITHOUT Chapters 9 and 9.5, I PROMISE.