okay BUT the way abortion is represented in Dirty Dancing is so important. It almost kills her, NOT because it’s an inherently dangerous procedure or because it’s subtextually representative of punishing women for their sexuality, but because the proper medical care is not AVAILABLE to this poor young, desperate woman. So she settles for the epitome of a back alley abortion as her only recourse, and even then paying for it is almost impossible. And that’s the point. Plus, it’s not just a side thing, the plot is COMPLETELY dependent on a young, poor woman wanting to have an unwanted pregnancy terminated, and being hurt in the process. Even NOW, abortion is barely even mentioned in popular media, and when it is, it’s usually in the context of a Good Christian Girl (e.g. Quinn Fabray) who would never do such a thing because she Wasn’t Brought Up That Way. And especially considering this came out around 30 years ago? It’s kind of revolutionary.
Title: You Wanna Stay Author: angryspaceravenclaw Rating: Mature Warnings: None Apply Completed: Yes Word count: 7905 Summary: When
Shitty invites Jack and the boys for a post cup celebration at his strip club,
Jack has some reservations. But it’s impossible to tell his best friend no. He
doesn’t exactly expect to have a good time, and he certainly doesn’t expect to
be enraptured by one of the dancers, who turns out to be an adorable ball of
Most memorable line: “Isn’t this like
cheating?” Jack asked after a moment. “Having pastry and coffee in a shop that
a college student pursuing a career in the arts, I am both saddened and angered by Wells Fargo’s marketing campaign. They are basically telling young actors, dancers, artists, poets, directors, playwrights, singers and art lovers that their dreams are irrelevant and not worth pursuing. this is NOT okay on any level.
I was thinking about when I “became” pro choice and I remember this conversation I had with my mom that was extremely important to me in so many ways, even though it took me close to 20 years to realize it.
We were watching Dirty Dancing, and it got to the part where Baby told her dad the money she was asking for wasn’t for anything illegal. I asked my mom why it seemed like Baby was lying. She said “abortion used to be illegal.” We kept watching, and when Penny was hurt after her abortion, my mom made a point to tell me that things like that really happened and in fact, people died.
During a commercial break, we ended up discussing how important it was for abortion to be legal, even if it felt sort of morally dubious. She told me that when it was illegal, abortions didn’t stop, they just became incredibly dangerous for people (like the fictional Penny) who had to pay butchers or worse.
My mom isn’t perfect and she is pretty open that she can’t understand why someone would choose an abortion. But I think that I was really lucky as an 11 year old to have a mother who was so open to having that conversation in an unemotional and informative way.
A/N: I don’t know what this is, it was written on an iPad instead of my laptop because it was a spur of the moment thought. There’s probably some grammatical and spelling errors but oh well. Anyway enjoy! Xx
The annual Autumn dance was the same as the annual spring dance, the same as the annual summer dance and the same as the annual Christmas dance. By this point in your life, you considered yourself a pro at dances. Tonight however, you didn’t feel like going. With everything going on, the whole event seemed fake. The majority of the people in the room had no idea about werewolves and banshees. They had no idea what danger you were always in and the strain that put you through mentally.
You hadn’t let it get to you before, but acting normal felt odd lately. You looked at the purple dress you had picked out to wear, it was loose and floaty and hung off your hips nicely. Tonight, however, you didn’t want nice. You wanted different, so you fished around in your wardrobe to see what you could pull out, eventually you found a black tulle skirt with a sheer lace bodice to match. It was edgy and slightly revealing, the opposite of your usual style. You painted dark purple lipstick onto your lips, and a subtle dark eyeshadow with eyeliner on your eyes. You straightened your hair, pulling it pack into a long, sleek ponytail.
Everyone at the dance stared as you entered the room, heading straight to a slightly shocked Lydia, who was sipping some of the punch.
“I like it” she smirked approvingly, hooking her arm around yours, pulling you onto the dance floor. You jumped around, singing and dancing to the music for hours, until your feet hurt in your high heels. You swivelled around Lydia, knocking into someone. You apologised profusely to them.
“It’s ok” Theo reassured you, having to do a double take. He looked you up and down, having to control his heartbeat as he scanned your outfit. “Y/n, I didn’t recognise you.” He flirted, earning a raised eyebrow from you in response.
‘I didn’t recognise you either Raeken. You scrub up well.“ You moved back to Lydia and continued to dance with her for a while.
"I’m going to head out for some fresh air” you mouthed to Lydia over the music, she nodded, already occupied with a jock from your year. You laughed to yourself as you exited the hall, wondering how she could put up with guys chasing after her all the time.
Outside the air had a harsh bite to it. It was surprisingly cold for this time of year, not that you minded. something about being in the quiet soothed you, so you let your feet carry you to the woods, a place you often went to to think. You were so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice a shadowy figure following you.
You reached your usual place, a small clearing where the branches on the trees twisted in various directions, giving it a mystical vibe. You sat on a log, kicking your shoes off your feet and leaning back against the crooked wood.
“What happened back there?” A voice asked. Startled, you jerked your head to the left, seeing Theo leant against one of the trees. His bow tie was undone, the top buttons of his shirt revealing part of his chest. Stiles had warned you about Theo, and you believed every word stiles said, yet you weren’t afraid of him. He was always nice to you, pushing the boundaries of friendship every now and then.
“I got tired of the party so I came out here to think” you replied, turning your head back to its original, relaxed position.
“Good, I followed you because I thought something might be wrong” there was a silence, where you were unsure whether or not he was going to leave. “Something smells different” he blurted out, making you chuckle.
“Thank you, I tried a different perfume” Theo walked over, sitting down next to you.
“I didn’t mean a scent, I meant something about your emotions” he corrected himself, leaning back as you were. It was late, a light fog collecting above the forest floor.
“Life feels a lot different. We are usually so busy with the next threat, there’s no time to actually reflect on the lives we live. Now there’s more time” you spoke your thoughts out loud, Theo watching every word form on your lips.
“I know what you mean. I don’t go around being the hero, but I don’t live the quietest life.” He nudged you with his shoulder playfully.
“You’re not evil.” Theo stayed quiet, tilting back away from you.
“You’re… Dark. But not evil. The world you walk through is cold and unforgiving. That’s made you the same.” You both looked forward into space. You were always good at judging characters and hadn’t been wrong so far. Swiftly, you turned your body to face him, but he refused to look at you.
“My world is like the woods. There’s no light.” Theo admitted. You could feel him genuinely opening up.
“You don’t have to walk in that world. Not all the time at least.” He
finally faced you, a softness present in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before. He smiled slightly, a real smile for once. You felt warm, contrary to your surroundings. Something about being with Theo comforted you.
“Nobody really understands do they” he stated, pausing as he rubbed his hands together. “The monsters around us. The monsters inside us” the moon shone through the leaves above, providing little light that shaped both of your faces. You could see how he frowned when he was deep In thought, how his cheekbones were highlighted. You subconsciously traced his jaw with your fingertips. This caused him to stand up, moving his legs to get the blood flow back to them to warm up. You leant on the hand that had traced his jaw, placing your shoes back onto your feet. He offered you a hand up off the log, clinging onto it a little bit longer than expected.
“Night Theo” you said, placing your lips on his cheek as you headed back to the dance. He stood and watched you leave, thinking about how you made his world slightly less dark, even if it was for a few minutes.
Days later and you hadn’t spoken to Theo. After the dance you headed home to bed. Something in you had changed after your talk, you held a fondness for him now and constantly wondered if you should contact him.
Nonetheless, you knew you could never be friends. The pack, or at least some of the pack, would despise you for it, especially as you’d been outwardly anti-Theo since the stranger showed up In beacon hills. Inwardly was a different story entirely.
It was around 7 PM when you heard a knock at the door, you went to answer, wearing a sweatshirt and joggers.
As soon as you opened the door Theo pushed his way in, ranting about nonsense. Your eyebrows creased in confusion at his rambling.
“Theo slow down” you placed your hand on his arm as he paced. Without warning you were pressed against the wall of your hallway, Theo’s lips against yours. The shock subsided after a few seconds, allowing you to kiss back. He pulled away, his hands finding your waist.
“I don’t know what you did to me y/n but I don’t want it to stop” he breathed, almost inaudible. You kissed him again more slowly, your fingers gliding up the back of his neck into his hair.
“I thought you were the one who did something to me” you whispered as your lips parted. He smiled, shaking his head.
“I haven’t ever cared y/n. Never. Not about anyone until you had to come along and talk to me.” He cursed, his nose almost touching yours. His right hand fell down your waist, to your hips where his fingers curled around the waistband of your joggers.
“And now you care about me?” You asked, your breath catching in your throat as his icy hands slid up under your sweatshirt. He growled into your neck, confirming his feelings, pressing his body against yours. You could feel your heart racing and your body tingling at the contact. You slipped your hands under his shirt, lifting it up, signalling to Theo that you wanted it off. He obeyed, throwing it onto the floor. You kissed each other passionately, yearning for more and more of each other.
Things were getting way too heated and you knew they should stop. Stiles would never speak to you again after this and he was one of your best friends. You couldn’t do it, you had to stop. At least that was what you kept telling yourself.