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another Wholesome Thing i appreciate abt guardians vol.2: 

gamora was given the opportunity to be soft and emotional and fill the role of “squad mom” without sacrificing her brutality, strength, or violent tendencies, and simultaneously had an individual arc that was separate and independent from that role. like, there’s a lot of quotes and interviews where they talk abt how gamora became everyone’s mom in guardians 2 and i almost dislike that there’s a chance people will see those things outside the context of the movie itself, bc yes, she co-parents the squad with peter, but it’s a natural, organic role development for both of them, and her individual character is not sacrificed at all for her to be shoehorned into the traditional feminine role of nurturing mother. you get to see her develop and show those hints of softness and silliness that she displayed in the first film, naturally, easily, as a result of her growing bond with her new ragtag family, yes. and that’s good. they didn’t make her do anything there that she wouldn’t have realistically done. but you also get to see her have a separate arc that adds emotional depth to her character via her interactions with nebula, and, on top of that, nothing about her parenting role is actually inherently gendered on-screen. hell, one could argue that both peter and gamora are squad moms and squad dads, just because liike …. they’re there. they’re looking out for everyone. they’re waving at groot mid-battle and making sure he puts on his seatbelt. there’s nothing specifically male or female about those interactions, but they are reminiscent of parents.

so i guess my point is that i really appreciated that gamora got the chance to be a momfriend without that role being explicitly a “woman’s role”, that she got to be soft and gentle and loving and silly without it forcing her into a Feminine Box or stripping her of her other characteristics – her awkward earnestness, her brutality, her physical strength, her fierce loyalty. i really appreciated that she got to be a full, fleshed out character, clearly coded as co-leader of the team, peter’s equal and partner in all possible ways, with her own individual arc and a more subtle arc that was intimately tied into her caring relationship with all the members of her family. all without once being sexualized.

[peace sign emoji] pls go see this film,

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LETTER FROM EYRICKA KING, RECEIVED 11 JULY 2017
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DEAR ——–

HELLO HOW ARE YOU? FINE I HOPE
AS FOR ME NOT DOING WELL AT ALL.
THEY ARE TRYING TO KILL ME! SERIOUSLY
I GOT BACK TO FRANKLIN ON FRIDAY
JUNE 30ᵀᴴ AND I’VE BEEN IN THE BOX
SINCE I WAS ATTACKED BY SOME
SARGENTS UPON MY ARRIVAL BACK HERE
AND THROWN IN THE BOX TO SILENCE
ME. HERE IS WHAT HAPPENED
WHEN I GOT BACK TO FRANKLIN
THE PUT ME IN A DORM WITH THE
SAME GUY (INMATE) WHO TRIED HAVING
SEX WITH ME AND WHEN I REFUSED
TO HAVE SEX HE SPIT ON ME, YOU
REMEMBER WHEN THAT INCIDENT HAPPENED
BACK IN APRIL, AND THE PREA DEPUTY
MS. SOUTHERS HAD ME MOVED TO
A BETTER DORM. OK UPON MY
ARRIVAL TO THE DORM THE INMATE
CAME TO THE DOOR WITH 3
OTHER INMATES AND THREATENED

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TO ATTACK ME IF I CAME INTO
THE HOUSE. SO I IMMEDIATLY
TOLD THE OFFICER THAT I COULD NOT
LIVE IN THAT DORM AND FOR HIM
TO CALL A SARGENT, HE DID JUST
THAT. THE SARGENT ARRIVED IN A
BLACK VAN WITH 2 OTHER SARGENTS
AND HE IMMEDIATLY SAID IT 9:00
AT NIGHT I DON’T FEEL LIKE DEALING
WITH THIS PUSSY FAGGOT CUFF
HIM NOW THE OTHER SARGENTS
THEN BEGAN RUFFING ME UP
THEY SLAMMED ME FACE FIRST ON
A BRICK WALL LUCKILY NOTHING
SEVERE HAPPENED TO MY FACE BUT
I WAS SLAMMED SO HARD ONTO
THE WALL MY RIGHT BREAST INPLANT
SWELLED UP EXTRA BIG AND IS
BRUISED THEY BEGAN PUNCHING
ME AND SAYING YOU ARE A
MAN WHAT IS A FUCKING TRANSGENDER

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I WAS CRYING AND BEGGING
FOR THEM TO STOP BEATING ME
ONE SARGENT SAID AINT THAT WHAT
YOU LIKE YOU LIKE MEN TO MAN
HANDLE YOU. THEY THEN THREW ME
IN THE BACK OF THE VAN BEAT UP
AND STILL CUFFED AND DROVE ME
TO THE BOX AND STRIPPED ME NAKED
AND THREW ME IN A CELL IVE BEEN
IN THE SAME CELL SINCE, THEY ARE
DENYING ME MEDICAL TREATMENT
IVE BEEN ▦ IN SO MUCH PAIN AND
SO OUT OF IT I HAVENT EATEN SINCE
FRIDAY MORNING JUNE 30ᵀᴴ. ——– IM
SO SCARED I THINK THEY ARE GOING
TO REALLY HURT ME AND TRY TO SAY IT
WAS A SUICIDE. PLEASE CONTACT
EVERYBODY THE NEWS STATIONS
CALL THE FACILITY ASK TO SPEAK
WITH MS. SAUTHERS AND DEPUTY
RONALD FOSTER HAVE ——– AND

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——– HELP, CONTACT ——–
ALSO I NEED OUT OF THE BOX
BEFORE IT’S TO LATE I SWEAR
——– I THINK I MIGHT DIE IN
HERE PLEASE HELP ME

I WROTE YOU 3 DIFFERENT TIMES SINCE
THIS HAPPENED ONLY TO GET THE MAIL
RETURNED TO ME SHREDDED UP IN
PIECES, THANKS TO ONE GOOD OFFICER
THAT CAME TO THE CELL TODAY AND TOLD
ME HE SEE’S EVERYTHING THEY DOING
TO ME AND THAT HE GOING TO MAKE
SURE THIS LETTER GETES MAILED OUT.
AGAIN ——– HELP ME DO
EVERY AND ANYTHING YOU
GUYS CAN TO GET ME
OUT OF HERE. F2L IS MY
ONLY HOPE.

        ERICA

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THEY ONLY CARE ONCE YOU HAVE
PEOPLE FROM THE OUTSIDE CALL
IN. HAVE ——– CONTACT
THE COMMISSIONER GUY THAT
SHE BEEN SPEAKING WITH.
——– I DONT WANNA BE IN
THE BOX I DID NOTHING WRONG
HELP ME.

P.S. I PRAY THIS LETTER
REACHES YOU.

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Assist by calling these numbers:

Jason Effman…Head PREA person in Albany…518-457-3955
Franklin Correctional Facility: 518 483 6040. (You can ask to talk to Deputy Deb Southers or a sergeant).
Office of Special Investigations Department of Corrections and Community Supervision (PREA office)…(518)-457-2653
Office of the Inspector General…(518) 474-1010

and demanding that Eyricka be transferred out of Franklin to a facility closer to NYC with protective custody that is *not* solitary confinement. Eyricka’s DIN# is 16A4486. If you call, reply to this post or reblog with a summary so that we can know what kind of impact we are having.


anonymous asked:

Could you write something where isak or even has like the stomach flu or something and the other takes care of them? Thanks:)

The Boy Who Breathed Bubbles; 2460ish words
sick!Isak and supportive boyfriend Even (because I’m a sucker for sick!Isak)
[AO3]

For once, Even didn’t wake up to the sound of kids running around outside shouting to each other.

He would have considered it a victory if it weren’t for the way he did wake up.

The first thing he was aware of was sweat clinging to the small of his back, one of his least favourite feelings in life.  He opened his eyes blearily to check if the window was open but instead found himself greeted with Isak’s sleep wild curls. He smiled sleepily to himself, taking a moment to enjoy just lying in bed cosy next to his boyfriend, before shuffling closer to Isak and pressing a kiss to the back of his head.

Almost instantly Even could feel the heat coming off Isak.  It was more than the warmth of sleep radiating from him.  Even could feel sweat break out on his forehead just getting close to Isak.

“Isak?” He touched the backs of his fingers to Isak’s forehead and winced at the heat he found there.  He wiped the sweat from his fingers on the duvet without a second thought and sat up to properly look at Isak.

His eyes were fluttering quickly behind his closed lids, and for a few seconds Even wondered what his boyfriend dreamed of at night.  His skin looked too pale though, even for Isak’s standards, and in the early morning light Even could see all the sweat.

“Isak, baby,” Even shook Isak’s shoulder gently, trying to wake him, and jerked his hand back in shock when Isak made a wounded noise.  Even watched with wide eyes as Isak curled up tightly, shivers running through his skinny frame.

“Evyyyyyy,” Isak whined.  That’s when Even knew for sure that Isak wasn’t feeling well.  That pet name only seemed to come out when Isak was feeling vulnerable.

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He’ll Never Know (BTS fic)

This is my try at @ask-chimchim ‘s amazing and beautiful and sort of sad comic and made a fic for it! I hope you like it even when it’s not the best!

Name: He’ll Never Know

Pairing: One sided Jihope, Yoonseok, jikook (brotp of sorts)

Summary: Every word stuck more and more in Jimin’s heart. So loving and beautiful and full of feeling. But none of them belonged to her,and they never would. And one thing is for sure, is she’ll never let him know how much she yearns for them.

This will be sort of angsty with a happy ending and will include jihope, yooseok, and slight jikook


Long soft orange locks were being caressed by the wind, leaves of red, brown, and yellow hues drifting onto the ground as Jimin held onto a stripped red and green box in her arms. She was smiling brightly, brown eyes looking around trying to find sight of the person who she was looking forward to giving this gift. She became wary of her surroundings because no matter where she looked, she could not spot him. It was worrying because she’d usually find Hoseok sitting by one of the trees immersed in his books.

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anonymous asked:

Any Todomomo during pregnancy headcanons??? LoL

PERFECTTTT ‘cas the other day I was just thinking about how if they were to have kids, my biggest headcanon would be Momo having mood swings (’cas that’s normal during pregnancy) and Todo being like ??? But lets start off from the top.

~3 months in during the pregnancy~

-Todoroki came home late from work one day and found Momo sitting at the front porch, eyes seemingly out of focus. He comes running to her, worried, and she greets him with tears and a tight hug. She whispers into his ear that he’s going to be a father. He was so happy; they sat there with her head on his shoulder for the next hour, eyes heavenward and stargazing. 

-Momo insists on working until the baby’s due which was ridiculous but she was a workaholic. Todo convinces her after a month and phones her boss. Her boss laughs, agrees, and called him a protective husband.

-Class A girls went shopping for todomomo kid’s clothes together

-”Lets raise our kid together in a world where villains no longer roam like they do now” 

~6 months and Momo’s hormones hit a rock~

-Todo: *orders an order of chicken strips and asks for it in a take out box. PROCEEDS TO  PUT ONE IN HIS MOUTH* 

Momo: *glares* You’re like that ONE guy that orders FOUR CHICKEN STRIPS for take out, eats one at the restaurant, then eats one on the way back, AND THERE’S ONLY LIKE… 2 LEFT IN A HUGE BOX WHEN YOU GET HOME.

Todo: …. *slowly drops the chicken strip back into the box and closes it*

- Todo takes Momo out for a sunset walk in the park but they stop halfway ‘cas she just BURSTS OUT IN SOBS. He asks her what happened and she points at a little girl with her ice cream dropped on the floor. Anything makes her mood change like a rollercoaster ride in Six Flags, but being composed like he always was, Todo has no problems soothing Momo in her time of need. 

~the baby arrives~

-Momo’s water broke when she was having her baby shower with the girls. Todoroki gets a phone call from Jirou who was freaking out along with frantic noises in the background from Ochako. He ditches everything he was doing, calls Midoriya to fill in for him, and ran out the door.

-Todoroki wouldn’t admit it, but he felt absolutely frightened when Momo was clutching onto his hand while screaming in pain during labour. 

-Their little boy, named Kazu (momo and todo took a long time debating what to name him until both of them realize that all they want is ‘peace’), had black hair and light blue eyes. Inheriting both their parents charming looks, he also had a knack for attracting attention. 

That’s all for now; I might make a part 2 for these pregnancy headcanons. THANKS FOR THE ASK! :D