are we not talking about this

Thank you, Hillary

(x)  Black Protest October 3, 2016 - Warsaw 

This year in October, the Polish government together with a far-right organisation Ordo Iuris demanded a blanket ban on abortion in Poland. The proposed law would force women to give birth  at the expense of their own health and safety. Obtaining abortion, even if a pregnancy resulted from rape or incest would be made illegal but thousands of women and men took to the streets. The protests worked and the Polish government dismissed this barbaric parliamentary project.

Later, I was looking at the pictures and I’ve found a couple of them like the one above -  people were holding the banners with the message “HUMAN RIGHTS ARE WOMEN’S RIGHTS”.

It is inspiring. It means that the message  from the Fourth World Conference on Women from 1995 got implanted in the collective memory of societies around the world and it comes forth when there’s a serious endangerment to our rights. 

Thank you, Hillary. You had the courage of your convictions. You did what was right. You said the right words in order to make a change. And you did. We are empowered by these words. We use them as our shield against misogyny, inequality and assaults on our dignity. And we win.

Thank you, Hillary. Thank You. 

“Can you hit that, Kev?”
“What do you think?”

Another crossover I’ve been seeing and falling for! Be careful around that kid, Patrick. I hear he can be a menace.
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christianaxoxo  asked:

Drink Me

Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Alex knew exactly where to find Maggie without having to call and ask first. It wasn’t a comment on her character, just a cop thing, she thinks. As government agent she feels she can understand, she doesn’t have the same rituals. Her’s are more like sulking in her living room, trying to find something in the bottom of her scotch glass. Maggie was different. 

Maggie liked to surround herself with people, to drown in the sound of voices chattering happily while she pounded back a few in quiet reverence. To be in a corner of her city that didn’t feel devastating, that she hadn’t failed to protect. 

On a bad day, Alex knows exactly where to find Maggie. 

“Hey.” She says, trying not to let the sudden jump in her heart reflect too much cheer in her tone. Even on a tough day Alex is glad to see her, maybe especially so. 

Maggie drags her eyes up from inspecting the sticky wood of the bar top where two shot glasses are already emptied and turned over. It’s not a thing. Alex knows when you’re at a bar and need to step away for a minute, use the restroom or head out for a smoke—if you do that type of thing—you put your coaster over your drink; it signals to the bartender that you’ll be back. Though these days she wouldn’t recommend that anyone ever leave their drink unattended in public place, it wasn’t safe. In any case, Maggie’s upturned glasses weren’t a signal, it was just something she did. 

“Hey Danvers.” She got in return, sounding more full of life than Maggie actually looked. Alex knew what hiding the day looked like. 

She takes a seat. 

It’s hard to tell where to start, she doesn’t want to be cliche and shrug out a ‘tough day, huh?’ she already knows it was. It had to be a lot for Maggie, sure she was head of all weird and alien at the precinct and clearly she was comfortable with such things but suddenly the detective was signing on with DEO matters on a regular basis. The scale was different, the training Alex’d had to deal with it was different. Maggie was a great detective, amazing at her job, but losses were hard. Sometimes the bad guys get one over on you and it leaves a mark. 

Instead of saying anything Alex gets M’gann’s attention, orders up a few more rounds and when they’re poured, splits them between the two of them. 

“You trying to get in my pants, Danvers?” Its a joke, delivered flatly but, a joke none the less.

Alex tips her head and rolls her lips together as if she is thinking about it, taking her first shot between her fingers to holding it up. 

“Absolutely.” 

Maggie laughs, a light, low energy chuckle but it counts and Alex collects it as a win. 

She tosses her chin toward one of the other three shot glasses and Maggie complies, picking one up for herself. They tap them, take them, and set the glasses upside down on the bar top. It’s a little cathartic in a way. Washing it down, setting it aside. Something done and over with. The first two shots might of been for the perps that got away and the bruise on Maggie’s cheek. The one in unison for those same perps taking down Supergirl hard enough for Kara to have to lay under the sun lamps for a while and recover. 

Alex revels in the burn, lets it stick to her tongue and the back of her throat, then settle warmly in her chest and stomach. 

“No uplifting talks?” Maggie asks. She doesn’t sound disappointed, just a bit of surprise, so Alex shakes her head. 

“Nope.” Another glass gets raised. 

Maggie nods too, slower, in appreciation, and grabs the last shot a little more sloppily than the one before. 

“I know how to pick em.” She nearly slurs, tapping her glass to Alex’s. Something about how she says it makes Alex sure Maggie isn’t talking about the tequila. 

butwerebothgirls  asked:

I'm going to throw my experience into the ring as well. When I was little I remember really admiring this girl in class named Sarah, and I felt really confused about it. I ended up finding yuri manga/anime online because I was a goth with no friends, and I figured out I was bi. I had an even harder time finding friends after that because from that point on I always just felt really insecure, like what if I make friends and end up falling for them? Now I'm 26 and popular with all the ladies. 😗

Thank you for sharing your experience!!! 

And that’s so great ahhh I wish I was popular with all the ladies haha!

Of course this would happen to me

 A Family Med rotation site has a PA position open. This kinda became well known recently so I decided to contact the office just to put my name out there before my entire class jumps on it. (Keep in mind I’m only barely prepared for job hunting at this point. I just wanted to jump on this early so I wouldn’t regret waiting too long later). Office manager says they will call me back sometime after 3:30 today. 

So coming up on 8pm I figure they will probably call back on Monday or over the weekend, so I decide “what the heck let me open up this hard cider and start relaxing for the weekend.”……Then the doc personally calls me to set up an interview date. Meanwhile, I’m trying to make sure I sound put together and just….. I guess I have my first job interview in 1 week

Originally posted by hannah-sieberling

Bad thing: In the grand tradition of university living space, there’s something wrong with my dorm and it is that neither of the ethernet ports work and my rig doesn’t have a WiFi adapter. Hopefully that should be fixed in the next week since I’ve been active-aggressively bugging the Housing Office about it.

Good thing: The outlets work, so I can still work on the next chapter of SP even if I can’t post it anytime soon (which, I’m at uni now, so it might be a while anyway).

Best thing: I just realized that the set I’m building works for the next two chapters and the chapter following uses one already built.

anonymous asked:

Just finished Uncharted 4 (again) and Rafe's big blow up at the end feels like he's pissed that Nate is his brother. It's lilke he doesn't understand why Nate would choose Sam to be his brother when Nate and Rafe could be such a great team.

Mh, interesting thought, anon. I always interpreted it as Rafe being super jealous that Nate was so successful while he searched all these years for the Dismas cross. But I feel like there is more to it but sadly we will never learn more about it because Rafe had nearly no screen time and we literally do know nothing beside that he took over his father’s business. ( The only other character we know less about is Nadine but this post isn’t  about her ) I wonder how often Rafe tried to contact Nate but was shot down time and time again through Sully or Nate himself or wasn’t even able to reach Nate. I always saw Rafe as the ‘rich, bratty boy’ but felt like he was mostly alone in his life, at least that was how I saw him. Maybe Rafe couldn’t accept that Nate still wanted to safe his brother’s ass after learning that Sam betrayed him into helping him. Maybe Rafe hoped that he could be a part of their lives and that they could become close friends and do more adventures together. But maybe Rafe just lost it completely and wanted to kill his biggest rival, in his eyes at least, before Nate was able to get to the treasure.