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BN E9Am 9921 by Chuck Zeiler
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Burlington Northern Railroad E9Am 9921 backing into Union Station at Roosevelt Road in Chicago, Illinois on an unknown day in April 1982, Kodachrome by Chuck Zeiler.

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I know that I’m not going to be the first person to say this but I want to congratulate my amazing and inspiring idol Amy and her husband Josh on the birth of their baby boy. Amy announced her pregnancy on my birthday this year and it’s been amazing to see her joy and happiness over the past few months. Now the couple should just focus on what’s important and should look forward to the many beautiful moments that are bound to come from this. <3

When did he stop treating you like a princess?

Domestic violence and abuse can happen to anyone, but the vast majority of victims are young girls and women simply because they are “the weaker sex”.

Did you know:

  • On average, 2 women a week are killed by a current or former male partner. This constitutes nearly 40% of all female homicide victims.
  • 45% of women are abused/raped by current husbands or partners, 9% by former partners, and a further 29% of perpetrators were otherwise known to the victim. Only 17% are attacked by by strangers.
  • 44% of victims of domestic violence are involved in more than one incident. A large number of women experience the same abuse every week.
  • On average, a woman is assaulted 35 times before her first call to the police.
  • 30% of domestic violence either starts or will intensify during pregnancy.
  • In almost 75% of incidents, a child is present or in a room closeby.

THIS HAS GOT TO STOP. IT DOESN’T HAVE TO BE THIS WAY.

It’s time to show the world that we are not weak and we will simply not stand for this kind of ill treatment. Women should be treated as princesses, like Ariel and Cinderella, who never have to live in fear of their so-called Prince Charming.

It’s time to stand up. To speak out. To be heard.

Women’s domestic abuse/violence helplines (worlwide):

UK

  • Women’s Aid/National Domestic Violence Helpline: 0808 2000 247
  • EB Women’s Aid: 0800 0852 654
  • Refuge: 020 7395 7713
  • Wales Domestic Abuse Helpline: 0808 80 10 800
  • Women’s Aid Federation (Northern Ireland): 0800 917 1414
  • National Centre for Domestic Violence: 0844 8044 999
  • WDA Helpline: 0161 636 7525
  • Rape Crisis support: 0808 802 9999
  • Relate: 0300 100 1234
  • Kiran Asian women’s aid: 020 8558 1986
  • Independent Choices: 0161 636 7525

USA

  • The National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1-800-799-7233 or 1-800-787-3224
  • DAHMW: 1-888-743-5754
  • Safe Horizon for DA/V: 800.621.HOPE (4673)
  • Safe Horizon for Rape: 212.227.3000
  • Love Is Respect: 1-866-331-9474
  • National Teen Dating abuse/violence:
    866-331-9474 or 866-331-8453
  • RAINN (Rape, Abuse and Incest National Network): 1-800-656-4673

AUSTRALIA

  • White Ribbon: 02 9045 8444
  • National Sexual Assault/Family/Domestic hotline: 1800 737 732
  • LifeLine: 13 11 14
  • The Women’s Domestic Violence Crisis Service:
    (03) 9322 3555 or STD Freecall 1800 015 188
  • Sexual Assault Crisis Line: 1800 806 292
  • Domestic Violence Victoria, AUS: 9921 0828
  • DVConnect Womensline - Queensland: 1800 811 811

OTHER/MORE - some repeats:

  • National Child Abuse Helpline: 1-800-422-4453
  • National Domestic Violence Crisis Line: 1-800-799-SAFE (7233)
  • National Domestic Violence Hotline (TDD): 1-800-787-32324
  • Center for the Prevention of School Violence: 1-800-299-6504
  • Child Abuse Helpline: 1-800-4-A-CHILD (1-800-422-4453)
  • Domestic Violence Helpline: 1-800-548-2722
  • Healing Woman Foundation (Abuse): 1-800-477-4111
  • Child Abuse Hotline Support & Information: 1-800-792-5200
  • Women’s Aid National Domestic Violence Helpline: (UK Only) 0345 023 468
  • Sexual Abuse Centre: (UK Only) 0117 935 1707
  • Sexual Assault Support (24/7, English & Spanish): 1-800-223-5001
  • Domestic & Teen Dating Violence (English & Spanish): 1-800-992-2600
  • Relationships Australia: 1300-364-277
  • Criminal Law Advice Line: 020 7251 8887 

Let’s put a stop to women’s domestic violence and abuse - FULL STOP.

If you’re being treated in a way you know isn’t right, pick up the phone and get help. And get out. IT IS NEVER TOO LATE FOR YOUR HAPPILY EVER AFTER. IT’S TIME TO CHANGE.

If in need of immediate help from abuse/violence, call the police (999/911 etc).

We’re in this together.

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“When did he stop treating you like a princess?”/It doesn’t have to be this way - DISCLAIMER: I do not own these images. Courtesy of Saint Hoax.

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Hurricane: Kylo Ren + You (Chapter 1) (Fanfiction)

EDIT: I HAD TO CHANGE MY PEN NAME AHAHAHAH
Hey! So I’m pretty new to writing fanfiction (took it up as writing practice). You can call me Phi. I am a lover of dank memes and green smoothies.

Honestly, reviews make me insanely happy and if anyone out there can give me tips or words of encouragement it would mean the absolute world to me.
This fic series is DEFINITELY going to contain smut btw so like
Enjoy the rough sex and dominance
Not this chapter though, maybe in Chapter 3 :)
If you want me to write about something or have an idea you are more than welcome to tell me. I LOVE PROMPTS

With love from the girl neglecting her Metabolic Engineering homework,
Phi

This was some stupid shit.
“Shit. Shit. Shit.” You mumbled under your breath beneath a Stormtrooper helmet.
You carried your weapon uneasily, striding down towards a long, steel grey corridor filled with many others just like yourself, each more intimidating than the next.
You tried to breath steadily, but beneath your helmet your breathing was harsh and intermittent.

If it wasn’t obvious enough by this point, from the strange waddle you managed since the armor was a tad too big and your nervous breathing, you weren’t an actual Stormtrooper.

You were here to get your brother Roth back, who was being held hostage on the Starkiller. He was an excellent technician, and the First Order was interested in his abilities. At first they’d offered him a (relatively) kind invitation to collaborate with them (kind as in: “Come with us or face the wrath of the First Order”), but your brother refused. The Troopers were harsh, demanding him to obey Kylo Ren’s wishes. He resisted, which made matters worse and turned him into a prisoner.
You’d snuck on to the base during Kylo Ren’s plummage of your village (Kylo was infamous for throwing unnecessary tantrums), stripping a fallen soldier of his uniform and donning it during the ordeal.

You didn’t really care about your village. Not that the killings weren’t brutal and unecessary, but the only person you only really cared about was Roth. Everyone was very selfish and cruel anyway, it really made no difference to you whether they were alive or not. Roth was the only person remotely interested in your well-being. And you were more than willing to risk your life for him.

You were going to get him off this ship… somehow, god damn it.

Two Troopers swept by you briskly, causing you to stiffen. “Welcome back, sir.” You could hear one of them speak behind you. You turned around, seeing Kylo Ren and an entourage of Troopers following behind him quickly. All of them had dirt speckled along their shins, some had drops of dried blood on their forearms and knees save for the figure clad in black. Kylo was a lot taller than you’d imagined, dressed in black, heavy robes that billowed lightly behind him. He easily stood an entire foot above you, from what you could make out. Something about him was poised, controlled; but at the same time aggressive. It was almost unnerving. The silver detailing on his mask gleamed beneath the soft blue lighting in the corridors almost elegantly.

You saw him, and you could see a bubble of rage swell within your stomach. There’s that fucker.

What do I do? What do I do? You thought to yourself. Should I salute? Should I bow? Should I just imitate everyone else?

Kylo stopped, signalling something to his Troopers. They split up in opposite directions, not before leaving with a firm salute.

Okay. Salute. You’ll be good.

Kylo, now alone, continued to walk down the hallway with long strides. The robes made his strides look a little elegant, even. You could see why the Troopers were afraid of him, he carried himself in such a strange way. He looked so calm, yet you really had no idea when he was going to snap. You tried you best to keep a calm facade, standing against a wall with your weapon propped in both hands. Probably like an idiot.
But, feeling sweat gather towards your widow’s peak, you weren’t too sure how you were going to pull it off.

Kylo sauntered past you, but immediately stopped.

“FN-9921.” Kylo called sternly.

… What? Is he talking to me? You looked around. You couldn’t see any more Troopers.
Crap, that IS my cue.

“.. S-Sir.” You stood up, trying your best to fake a masculine voice.

“…” You could feel his glare on you. He was staring intently at your hip. “There’s something hanging from your belt.”

You turned down. A flap of fabric from your loose pants was sticking out of the utility belt.

“O-Oh. I.. was dealing with a villager and I must not have noticed when a piece of fabric…”

Kylo stared intently at you, looking down to meet your small frame. You couldn’t even hear him breathing.

“Please turn around.”

What? What the fuck? Why did he want you to turn around?

Shit. You can’t blow your cover now.

“… Sir.” You spun on your heel, exposing your back to Kylo. It made you feel so vulnerable, but it wasn’t like you just bolt off. It’d be even more suspicious.

Suddenly, you heard a loud ZZZZHHHHT. Reacting quickly, you bolted to the side. You didn’t even turn around to face him, you were prepared to bolt immediately.

Before you could even start to run, you felt Kylo fingers twist around your forearm and swiftly turn you around to face him. He was long and lean, towering over you. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you tried to make eye contact through the mask.

“I hadn’t expected an intruder on my ship…” Kylo said icily. He released you. “Troopers.”

Troopers flooded the corridors almost immediately. They seized you from different directions, holding your limbs back.
So much for rescuing you, Roth… I’m so sorry.

“… And I don’t take kindly to intruders.”
You felt a cold blow to the back of your head.

Ugh…
You awoke, realizing you were in a dark room. No chains, you weren’t strapped to anything, just you and the stolen Stormtrooper suit.
… O… kay… well, this is one hell of an interrogation room. Were they just not in the mood to ask questions as to why you were here?

Suddenly, you heard a soft hiss, and turned towards the door.

“… I know who you are, and what you are here for.”

“… Why aren’t I chained up somewhere? Why am I free?”

“…” Kylo didn’t respond.

? You weren’t sure what to make of it. You stared at Kylo intently. He walked closer and closer to you, and eventually knelt beside you. You could hear him breathing softly through the mask. His leather-clad fingers approached the bottom of your Stormtrooper helmet, before pulling it off of your head brusquely. He scanned you, noticing your long hair dripping out of the helmet.

“Ow!” You exclaimed.

Kylo stood still, apparently he did not know you were female. “… A woman.” He said simply.

“Isn’t it like a code of war or something to let children and women go? Do you keep them as prisoners?” You blabbered nervously.

“Code of war?” Kylo smirked, and reached for his saber hooked to his hips. “You read too many stories, child.”

“No, please!” You exclaimed, watching Kylo as he raised the saber. You raised your hands defensively to your face and squeezed your eyes shut, shielding yourself from the incoming blow.
Goodbye, Roth…

Crack.
You heard something snap.
A very, very loud snap.

You opened your eyes, and looked at Kylo. He was in attack position, however he was still.

You noticed that, floating behind Kylo’s head, that the walls had literally come off. Er, well, partially. The walls were covered with metal lining, and for some reason a strip of panels had been ripped off the wall, leaving torn cable strips and electricity ripples in its wake. It was gravitating around the room, floating… almost as if someone was manipulating it…

You put your hands down, and suddenly the metal lining came down with a hard crash. You stared at the mess, flabbergasted. Did you move that?

You could almost make out the face of shock Kylo had underneath his mask.

Suddenly, an army of Troopers busted in the room, navigating past the mess and towards you. They came in, holding your hands and feet back with metal braces. Here we go again.

“You’re coming with me.” Kylo growled.

(The next chapters will be a little longer. :D Thanks for reading!)

9921) This year is my first year as a teacher.

I’m a high school English teacher. It’s set off dysphoria I thought I had repressed. I shudder inside when I hear students refer to me as Mr. [Surname]. I’ve also heard rumors that a couple girls have a crush on me because I’m young and “cute”, but I know the implication is that I’m cute as a guy. I’m afraid if I come out I’ll get fired, or at the very least harassed by my students. I love my job otherwise but I hate this.