BN E9Am 9921 by Chuck Zeiler Via Flickr: 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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.”
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.
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
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.
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!)
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.