behind the smoke

anonymous asked:

What do you think of the argument that smokers, alcoholics, extremely fat people, etc should have their access to free health care limited because they caused some of their own illnesses through poor life choices?

I think that’s healthist and fatphobic bullshit.  

No one is arguing that we shouldn’t set people’s legs because they broke them doing risky things, are they? And I’d argue there’s a lot more behind smoking, alcoholism and being fat than “life choices”. Systemic problems with our society and genetics contribute significantly to these people’s circumstances. 

We are all important parts of society, and we all deserve healthcare. 

-Mod Siarl

What if Destiny 2 opened like this:

The screen is black… All is quiet… Then you hear it. You hear him.

“Guardian? Guardian! Eyes up Guardian!”

The blackness clears as you blink back to life. You stand up, and around you is death and destruction, not unlike your first revival.

Except this time, the bodies were fresh. The embers still burned. And smoke billowed into the sky. The alabaster sphere of the traveler only visible as a dark shadow behind the ash and smoke.

“Thank the Traveler you’re alright… I thought I had lost you…”

A blazing jumpship whistles by as it plummets toward the Earth. You can hear screaming, shouting, and the comms are abuzz. The echoes of Guardians supercharging in the distance filled the air, and the blackened sky was aglow with hues of firey oranges, purples, and blues. You pick up your weapon, and march once more unto the breach.

Car Troubles

Mechanic!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,120

Warnings: nothing….just yucky fluff lol

A/N: This is for @dancingalone21‘s AU Funny Quote Challenge!! My funny quote was “Are you having a stroke? Do you smell toast?”
Hope you guys (especially Lau!!) enjoy it, thanks to @mamapeterson for the beta and feedback is greatly appreciated!!!

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Don’t know why this popped into my head but sup

You know what I like?

FAHC!Gavin having a slew of scary ass mother fuckers behind him. At first other crews seek him out because he’s a fairly easy target, his reaction time in close combat is slow at best, his limbs tend to go akimbo when he panics, and those damn $6000 sunglasses are always blocking his view.

Ramsey comes for his boy and leaves nothing behind but ash and smoke. The next time it happened, Vagabond arrives to save his beloved and treks a trail of red back to their apartment. They say things come in three’s, and when Gavin was taken yet again it was the lads who came to his rescue.

Mogar truly unleashed the beast as Monster Truck mowed down all who stood in his way. Whispers ran rampant through the grapevine, claims that Brownman had come back to the Fakes just to save their precious Fool.

In time the city learns: you do not touch Free.

But there will always be risk takers. There will always be someone stupid enough to say “I can do something no one else has.”

And so Gavin is taken… Again.

The news hits the streets the second it happened and the city holds it’s breath.

They wait for Ramsey, Vagabond, The Lads. They wait for the Fake’s, infamous for it’s loyalty to those they consider Crew, to make a move.

They were not expecting her.

With her baby blue eyes and flowing blonde hair she is the epitome of gentle beauty. Except she leaves a trail of broken and battered bodies in her wake, she destroys everyone who dares to keep her oldest and dearest friend from her.

Blawndee, people whisper, of the Rooster’s. She is their Frontman, their negotiator, everything The Fool has learned he learned from her. Gavin is terrifying in his own way, with the way he can twist your words and warp your mind. But he had to get it from somewhere, it’s a shame that no one had ever asked who his teacher was.

And she comes for him, with an excited smile and a bounce in her step.

“Hi Gavino!” She greets, as if they were meeting for coffee.

And the bruised and battered Fool smiles and laughs, “Hey Barbara, long time no see!”

all the books i’ve read this year (2016)tell me again how a crush should feel by sara farizan  

“how do people do this? how do people work up the courage to be themselves even if it means facing rejection from people who love them? why don’t people get medals for this?” 

Nygmobblepot what if

Okay, I’m hoping for some big battle against the Court of Owls at the end of the season that everyone gets involved in

And it’ll mean Eddie and Ozzie calling a temporary truce to their personal antagonism in order to survive the onslaught of Court assassins being sent after them (or whatever)

Then, during an ‘eye of the storm’ moment when they are hiding and unsure of their survival, they should take the time for a bit of emotional honesty. Which will be all serious and stuff - Eddie confessing he is glad Oswald survived and he is sorry he tried to kill him and Ozzie was right about them needing each other and stuff. And Ozzie would confess he still loves Ed and all that jazz

But MOST IMPORTANTLY it would include something like -

OSWALD [soft, genuine]: I’m sorry I killed Isabella.

EDWARD [instinctive, exasperated]: ISABELL-! Oh. Yes. That’s. Right, um, thank you…

“It is a condition of monsters that they do not perceive themselves as such. The dragon, you know, hunkered in the village devouring maidens, heard the townsfolk cry ‘Monster!’ and looked behind him.” ―Daughter of Smoke & Bone, Laini Taylor

In the new age, Artemis is a girl
who doesn’t believe in love.
Aims her arrows at the stars,
sees Orion in the night sky.
Drops her bow, doesn’t
pick it up again.

(The twenty-first century has no room
for warriors and huntresses and
goddesses who bleed silver,
if they bleed at all.)

In the new age, Apollo is a boy
who loves far too deeply.
Falls head over heels for
a girl wreathed in laurel.
Out there, in a big city
somewhere, Eros laughs.

(The twenty-first century has no space
for poets and musicians and
golden-hearted gods
left shining alone.)

In the new age, the twins
can’t find each other.
The forests are cut down and
the sun hides behind smoke.

On an island off the coast of Greece,
Leto weeps.

—  we built ourselves a dystopia | m.j.