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Why Abortion Rights Activists are Fighting for Net Neutrality
Imagine a world where a woman searches the internet but can find no information on how to access an abortion. Imagine searching the…

A world without net neutrality is a world where internet service providers can censor our communications or create “fast” lanes for sites they would rather you visit. As a result, alternative and independent voices from women, communities of color, and LGBTQ+ folks could be relegated to the “slow” line.

Emma Goldman (June 27, 1869 – May 14, 1940) was an anarchist known for her political activism, writing, and speeches. She played a pivotal role in the development of anarchist political philosophy in North America and Europe in the first half of the 20th century.

Born in Kovno, Russian Empire (present-day Kaunas, Lithuania), Goldman emigrated to the United States in 1885. Attracted to anarchism after the Haymarket affair, Goldman became a writer and a renowned lecturer on anarchist philosophy, women’s rights, and social issues, attracting crowds of thousands. She and anarchist writer Alexander Berkman, her lover and lifelong friend, planned to assassinate industrialist and financier Henry Clay Frick as an act of propaganda of the deed. Frick survived the attempt on his life in 1892 and Berkman was sentenced to 22 years in prison. Goldman was imprisoned several times in the years that followed, for “inciting to riot” and illegally distributing information about birth control. In 1906, Goldman founded the anarchist journal Mother Earth.

In 1917, Goldman and Berkman were sentenced to two years in jail for conspiring to “induce persons not to register” for the newly instated draft. After their release from prison, they were arrested—along with hundreds of others—and deported to her native Russia. Initially supportive of that country’s Bolshevik revolution, Goldman reversed her opinion in the wake of the Kronstadt rebellion and denounced the Soviet Union for its violent repression of independent voices. In 1923, she published a book about her experiences, My Disillusionment in Russia. While living in England, Canada, and France, she wrote an autobiography called Living My Life. After the outbreak of the Spanish Civil War, she traveled to Spain to support the anarchist revolution there. She died in Toronto on May 14, 1940, aged 70.

During her life, Goldman was lionized as a free-thinking “rebel woman” by admirers, and denounced by detractors as an advocate of politically motivated murder and violent revolution. Her writing and lectures spanned a wide variety of issues, including prisons, atheism, freedom of speech, militarism, capitalism, marriage, free love, and homosexuality. Although she distanced herself from first-wave feminism and its efforts toward women’s suffrage, she developed new ways of incorporating gender politics into anarchism. After decades of obscurity, Goldman’s iconic status was revived in the 1970s, when feminist and anarchist scholars rekindled popular interest in her life.


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Obsessed with The OA? The story of the angel on Earth, Prairie Johnson, and her epic journey came from filmmakers Brit Marling and Zal Batmanglij who created, co-wrote, and co-produced the series together. This isn’t the first time the duo brought cerebral mysterious thrills to their audiences. The two had their filmmaking start together at the Sundance Film Festival! Marling and Batmanglij first came to the Festival in 2011 with Sound of My Voice and again in 2013 with The East. Both films are directed by Zal Batmanglij, star Brit Marling, and are written and produced by the two together. 

Trailers: Sound of My Voice, The East

© 2011 Chelsea Lauren/WireImage, Film still courtesy of Sound of My Voice,  © 2013 Jason Merritt/WireImage, © 2013 Jamie McCarthy/WireImage, Film still courtesy of The East

Cabinet Battles Pt. 2 || Thomas Jefferson x Reader


Thomas Jefferson x Reader

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(Around 2,164 to be exact)



Prompt/Request: If requests are still open could you do one where the reader absolutely wrecks Jefferson at a debate and he can’t believe her lost to them and is in just total awe and then falls in love with them??


This is a continuation to my first part of Cabinet Battles I really do hope you enjoy it !

Also to make sure Thomas and the reader get to see each other I switched the Cabinet Battles so the first one was the Troops to France and the second one is Alexander’s Bank. Alright continue !



You closed the door behind you as you smiled happily, you actually got to debate! You looked at your brother, George Washington you looked back at you with his tired & yet conflicted eyes from what just happened. As you looked directly back into his eyes you looked deep enough, and you could see a glimmer that he was in fact proud in you as well. You sighed as you opened your mouth to apologize, but he spoke before a noise could even escape your lips. He held a casual brotherly tone as he spoke as you were thinking that you weren’t in too much trouble, “Y/n. I am really proud of your debating skills, you brought up very good points and showed courage and bravery.” He said as you lit up thinking that you were in the clear.

“-but, you were also very reckless. I what happens if the men watching or even Thomas Jefferson threaten to hurt you just because you are a woman speaking your thoughts! Or what if they do even worst!”

You were slightly speechless as you looked at his eyes when he spoke. You have known him for your whole life as well so you could read him well too, and he was worried. You felt slightly bad as you walked up to him and hugged him. He was scared of losing his baby sister. He wrapped his arms around you as he rested his chin on top of your head. You and George stayed like that for a few seconds until you spoke, “I will be careful next time, but he insulted Alex and I couldn’t just sit around and let Alex be spoken to like that.” You said as George sighed. He pinched the bridge of his nose but smiled gently.

“Alright. Maybe I just worry too much. You did good” He said as he straightened his already perfect posture. You watched as he left to go check on his own duties as president. As the door let out a ‘click’ noise signaling that he left. You smiled slight as even though you felt slightly bad, you were still proud that you spoke your mind. Walking towards one of the bookshelfs by the wall you grabbed a book that had looked interesting and started to read.

-Jefferson’s Pov-

He stood there in shock as he was still recollecting from what had just happened. This woman- no this lady just got up a debated against him, and she won? He felt his friend James Madison touch his shoulder as he looked at James trying to hide the fact that he was genuinely shocked and slightly embarrassed at what just happened. “Don’t worry about it Thomas, she’s only a woman. Let’s move along.” James said as he turned to walk away signaling Thomas to follow.

“She’s extraordinary.” He whispered to himself without even thinking about it as he followed along beside James as he tried continuing on with his regular work duties but the memory of that final part of the debate played in the back of his head as he worked. He sat in his chair inside the office of his home, as the image of the debate ran through his mind. He ran a hand through his curly hair as he pondered his emotions to why he was still thinking about that event. Was he angry that he was beaten by a woman? No that wasn’t it he didn’t even feel angry at all. Was he ashamed that got beaten by a woman? No that wasn’t it either, he didn’t feel a bit ashamed at all. It was something else that couldn’t stop him from playing that whole scene before his eyes.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes focusing on that scene again. He was going through the usual debate between him and Alexander. He sees a woman and flirts with her from far away like he does with other women but that when it happens. President Washington goes to allow Alexander to talk she just steps in to debate, and Alexander allows it. His eyebrows furrowed as he didn’t want to think about Alexander but only focus on Y/n. Y/n. Even her name triggered something inside him but what was it?

He thought about the way she stepped up to debate against him, the confidence in her step and the- He couldn’t really explain it. He thought about the way she spoke a mile a minute having a certain rhythm as she spoke with genuine emotion. The way they locked eyes during the debate as you could see the confidence and seriousness in her voice, it wasn’t a joke to her. The way she left him utterly speechless as she smirked towards him. The way when after the debate she walked up to him and formally introduced herself as if she was purely innocent and hadn’t just debated against him and won. The way he wanted to kiss those lips of hers that made him go so speechless.

His eyes snapped open as he realized what he was just thinking. He rubbed his forehead as he sat in thought thinking about the scene all over again, but this time in a new light. When she walked the confidence she had was just so attractive. The way she spoke with such seriousness and emotion, she showed that she was brilliant and to him even slightly alluring.

He let out a sigh as he realized, he had fallen for Y/n. Y/n Washington. He suddenly realized the last name and stood up from his chair. Oh god, He was in love with the President’s little sister. If he found out would he kill him? Get mad at him? He sighed as he would have to face Y/n all over again for the next Cabinet meeting that was set to take place tomorrow.

[[The Next Day]]

You stood in a separate room where a door led into the room where (it happens) Alexander and Jefferson were going to debate on another separate issue. This time it was about Alexander’s plans for a national bank. You brushed off your dress as you looked at the round mirror making sure you looked presentable. George looked at you and chuckled raising an eyebrow, “What are you doing? Trying to look good for someone?” He asked collecting his papers to go into the debate. You froze for a second spinning on your heel to look at your older brother a pink hue dusting across the apples your cheeks.

“What?! George I am trying to look presentable I am not trying to look ‘good’ for anyone.” You said an independent tone in your voice. Even though that was partly true the other half was that you actually were trying to look good. Somehow you found yourself finding more articles on Thomas Jefferson in the newspaper and as you read as saw pictures of him you somehow had fallen for the man you had debated against. Even before you decided to debate him, he already had a attractive personality of his own, it just drew you to him even more.

George’s eyes grew serious as he spoke, “It isn’t Alexander is it?” He asked about to set strict ground rules with Alex if it was. You on the other hand laughed, “Alex? Never. Alex is like a brother to me.” You said slightly shocked that he thought that. George nodded as he knew well when you were lying or telling the truth.

George stood up as he straightened out his uniform and opened the door to the debating room holding his hand out to his little sister to go first. You smiled at him as you entered the debating room taking a seat beside your brother’s chair, which meant you both had a front row seat to see the two men who were about to debate. As your brother started talking to the entire room about other matters before he was to begin the debate.

You took a chance and looked over at Thomas, to which at the same time he went to look at you as you two locked eyes for a moment. The two stared at each other as you watched as Thomas took a quick glance at Washington, as he face looked slightly afraid and looked at a different direction from you. You looked at George, who was still talking, already knowing what happened. George had probably glared at Thomas for looking at you and scared Thomas into looking away, he was a very protective older brother after all. You listened to him as he finally started the debate.

“Now that we have that out of the way. Ladies and Gentlemen, you coulda been anywhere in the world tonight, but you’re here with us in New York City. Are you ready for a Cabinet Meeting?”

As he spoke about what the topic was about you looked at Thomas. He had closed his eyes and was trying to focus from what it looked like. Although as soon as George let Thomas speak, (a hint of a threatening tone in his voice) Thomas opened his eyes as he debated away against Alexander. He spoke with a cocky and confident tone in his voice that made you hate him but also left you slightly melting in his seat from the attractiveness in his overall personality. You slapped your other hand lightly to bring you back to reality so you could control yourself, you weren’t going to look like one of those girls that swoons over men left right and center. You sat with straight posture and listened to the debate professionally with interest. You did enjoy watching the debate, even though you had gotten angry at some of Thomas’ remarks towards Alexander.

The had debate ended with Hamilton going slightly over the edge as it was intriguing to watch. As well as George having to tell them to take a walk and the speak with Alexander privately.

The people watching had gotten up from the stands and went outside for air as you stood up as well though unlike the others you gained enough confidence that you walked towards Thomas a small smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth. “Well, well, well, Thomas Jefferson. Seems as if we keep meeting each other here.” You said crossing your arms. Thomas looked back towards you for a moment then smirked back taking a step towards you. Gently taking his hand into yours, he bowed down and gently kissed the knuckles of your hand, “Y/n Washington, it seems so we do. I am glad you get to see me take down Hamilton.” He said confidence laced though his voice.

A pink blush lightly dusted your cheeks as you chuckled slightly, “Good luck with that. Alexander doesn’t give up on what he wants. He won’t stop until he gets his bank.” You spoke shaking your head slightly. Thomas raised an eyebrow but kept his smirk glued to his face as you both stayed quiet for a moment. You looked down at his lips without thinking then back at his eyes. Following your action, Thomas glanced down at your lips as well before turning his attention back on your eyes.

He took a single step towards you as he spoke, “I don’t have much work tomorrow, and I have been invited to this ball tomorrow and I don’t have a date so umm, I was wondering if- if you would like to go out with me?” He said slightly nervous as you were slightly shocked from the sudden invitation. After a second or two of processing you gently smiled at him for his sweet gesture. You opened your mouth to reply until you heard a voice that cut you off.


You shivered slightly as you knew that voice well. Thomas suddenly stood straight fixing his already good posture. You turned your head to see George, standing at the doorway you had entered from, watching you and Thomas. You looked at Thomas as he had a clear nervous look on his face, “Mr. President. Sir.” Thomas said as he looked at you then back at George.

You rolled your eyes as you looked at Thomas, “I would love to. It’s a date. Write to me.” You said as you already knew he had your address since you lived with George and his wife. He nodded nervously as George watched you both. You smiled at him and turned walking to your brother and pushing him into the room, closing the door behind you, leaving Thomas alone as he would most likely leave. You looked at George who looked at you very seriously as if you were some sort of soldier. You chuckled at how he looked and smiled happily. As you spoke you could see George’s frown deepen which made you chuckle even more.

“I guess have a date with Thomas Jefferson.”

As a Palestinian I distinguish between Judaism and Zionism. I recognize that Judaism is a religion and Zionism is a political ideology that is based on three pillars: settler colonialism, apartheid, and the close collaboration with a super power- now the USA. I do not believe that all Zionists are Jews or settler colonial apartheid Israel represents Judaism or all Jews. In 1897 (the year the Zionist Organization was established) major Jewish communities including the one in Palestine rejected Zionism. In fact the Munich Jewish community did not allow the Zionist Congress to take place in their city. This action by the Munich Jewish community drove the Zionist Organization to resolve to take over Jewish organizations to end any Jewish religious opposition to its political colonial racist agenda.
I believe that confusing settler colonial apartheid Israel with Judaism is a deliberate Zionist policy that intends to confuse the issue and to stifle discussion. People involved in this ongoing debate and struggle should be wise by avoiding confusing Judaism and settler colonial apartheid Israel. To me the struggle is to defeat and dismantle settler colonial apartheid Israel and encourage Jews to reclaim their religion and practice their Judaism in harmony in a one democratic state in ALL of Palestine.
I call on ALL noble Jews to distance themselves from settler colonial apartheid Israel and to take whatever action possible to regain their independent will and voice.

Despite a good portion of their relationship being long distance, Viktor cannot stand to be away from Hermione for long. He makes every effort to make up for lost time, waking her up early to run through lists of plans when she visits him on tour.

Hermione becomes a relatively good healer as she gets older, Viktor is incredibly stubborn about being treated and as she can bully him the most effectively he more often than not ends up being treated at home for whatever injury he collected on the pitch.

Viktor loves that Hermione is smaller than him, she doesn’t need his protection, but he likes it all the same. When they are out for drinks with friends, he stands behind her, one large hand on her hip as he holds her against the length of his body. When they both get home from work, he picks her up, propping her onto the kitchen counter and standing between her legs so they can talk ‘face to face’ about each other’s days.

With Viktor’s support Hermione becomes more confident in her role as an activist. After two unfulfilling years at the Ministry, she leaves to become an independent voice, backed up by many a former Death Eater looking to establish a cleaner profile. Viktor sneaks in before every major speech, reminding her she knows her lines and that she can do it, she can make real change; it will just take patience, and time.

When Crookshanks eventually passes away, Viktor sees how much it hurts Hermione though she tries to put on a brave face. He initially thinks about getting her another cat, but he knows that would feel too much like a replacement for her. He tries to pass off the adorable puppy he brings home as ‘for him’, but she sees through him, looking up at him with moist eyes as the dachshund wriggled in her grasp.

But the consequences of human exploitation run much deeper than Tizon appeared to recognize, and perhaps much deeper than our own editorial staff realized. One of the common critiques of “My Family’s Slave” is that it failed to shed much light on the fascinating woman Tizon called “Lola,” and seemed to only view her in the wide angles of Tizon’s arc of redemption. That critique seems somewhat limited to me—Tizon did chronicle his efforts to interview her, and did present some moments when we saw her personality. But perhaps it’s also true that her lack of voice and independence from his story are part of the nature of enslavement. The worst sin of the peculiar institution in any of its worldwide forms is that it erases some lives to nurture others. Tizon’s account does not grasp the extent of Pulido’s erasure, but that inability highlights just how slavery warps both the enslaver and the enslaved. To this writer, that makes “My Family’s Slave” all the more necessary to read, and mourn.
—  The Enslaved Woman they Called Lola, Vann R. Newkirk II
Supernatural Zodiac Signs

Dean Winchester: Aquarius. It’s mentioned in the show and I actually think it fits really well: charismatic, kinda flirtatious and emotionally detached, strong-willed but laid-back.

Sam Winchester: Taurus. Mellow, kind, independent and brave. The voice of reason and not so impulsive, except when extremely upset.

Castiel: Capricorn. Strong, competitive and determined, but expresses little to no emotions. Although distant, he’s capable of great compassion. Very intelligent, prideful and ambitious.

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The moment the lecture was over you made a beeline for the exit, not wasting any time in disappearing as quickly as possible. He didn’t notice you leave amidst the crowd of students, and you preferred it that way; the last thing you needed was for him to address you now that he knew who you were.

From now on, you were going to hide in the middle and back rows, out of sight, out of mind.

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He stared at you with a broken expression on his face instead of his signature smirk that you loved. “We can just try harder Y/N. If she does’t know, we’re in the clear.”
You shook your head. “She’s already suspecting now. There’s no use in just letting her get closer to figuering this all out because if she does, the media will never let you live this down.”
He said nothing.

“But-” You cleared your throat and breathed in, trying to calm yourself from the aching sadness still inside you. “But this won’t work anymore Neymar.” You hated ending relationships on such bad terms. Especially when you were the one ending it.

Neymar nodded his head understandingly and broke your eye contact by fiddling with his hands in his lap. “Yeah.” Was all he said.
You gnawed on your bottom lip and abruptly stood up. “Well, if you ever need to talk or something, you can come over anytime.” You rushed out of his house, not wanting to face him after that, and frantically shut yourself in your car.

You rested your forehead against the steering wheel and rubbed your temples in a soothing manner. A couple of weeks of fun and mishad turned into a couple of months of mistakes. Was it fun? Of course. Were the consequences? Hell no.

Your life will most likely be over if anyone discovered your secret relationship. Your cause of death? Bruna.

Hopefully this whole thing will brush over without a trace if you laid low for some time. But that was a big maybe thanks to your clinginess to Neymar. You had a too important a career to be distracted by some pretty eyes and sexy voice. Being independent in a country you had only recently moved to had it’s perks though. Starting over for one, that is the most common and useful attribute to moving.
You weren’t totally on your own though, Neymar was pretty much your only friend. He was the one that persuaded you to relocate in the first place anyway. You both had an undeniable love for each other that every one could sense, yet neither of you wanted to address it.

Bruna knew it too. That’s why she always disapproved of your time together or cozied up to him extra close whenever you were present. You never understood why Neymar even dated her besides the fact that she was a model and had lots of fame.

You honestly loved Neymar though. You just wished he would feel the same way. Other than the flings you two had, he never told you how he felt exactly. Falling in love never really is as easy as movies portrays it to be.

You arrived at your home and went straight to your room. You threw yourself face first onto the soft comforter and released your tears. You cried all of your frustrated tears out until you were exhausted.


A while later you heard a knock against your door. ‘Maybe they’ll go away,’ you thought. The thumps were unreletning just to your luck. You let out a loud groan and huriedly refreshed your face to mask your recent meltdown.

You threw open the door to reveal Neymar. Before you could get a word out of your mouth, he was already kissing you and backing you up into the nearest wall.

He tasted like mint and smelled strongly of cologne. His entire being towering over and dominating you, was intoxicating to you. His greediness for your body made you feel even more overwhelemed and it took every ounce of your strength to detatch from him.


“Shh,” he huskily whispered in your ear and started working his tongue and lips from your jawbone to your ear, and started his way to your neck. “We can talk later baby. I need you right now.”

You couldn’t stop the moan he had drawn out of you. One of his arms roamed on under your shirt while the other was tangeled in your hair, giving him access to your neck.
He nipped and sucked until a perfect purple bruise formed. Neymar then smirked as your want matched his when you grabbed his face in your hands and roughly kissed him again.

“I’m breaking up with Bruna.” He barely whispered.

You immediately pulled away and gaped at him. “What? You can’t break up with her because of me! She will ruin the both of us and you know it.”
Neymar breathily laughed and shook his head then looked into your eyes deeply. “Well you don’t have a say in this bcause I love you and I’m going to d everything I can to get you to be mine.”

You smiled the biggest smile you could manage. “What’d you say?”
Neymar couldn’t help but reciprocate your infectous smile. “I love you…” He buried his face into your neck and inhaled your flowery scent. “So…” He planted his mouth on your collorbone then slowly traveled back up to meet your lips. “Much.”