this needs to happen somehow

Until there are literally 0 unwanted pregnancies in the entire world (100% of the population has affordable access to contraceptives, and those contraceptives are 100% effective 100% of the time, sexual assault never happens, and contraceptive sabotage never occurs), and until pregnancy is 100% safe and never presents medical risks or complications, and until pre and post-natal care is 100% affordable for 100% of the population: legal abortion will be needed. 

Never forget that. Abortion is a medical procedure that serves a wide variety of situations and may be needed for a wide variety of reasons. And until only people who want to be pregnant get pregnant, and only when all pregnancies are safe and affordable, and all pregnancies are carried safely to term, until that somehow happens, people will need abortion. 

If you want to reduce abortions numbers (and really, we ALL do) then we need to address the factors that make abortion needed. 

yanno those white noise sites like rainymood.com or the cafe shop one? i’d like an Enterprise bridge one, please. Soft beeping, maybe some chill version of amok time theme or something, and every now and then the crew calmly issuing orders or reading something sciency. im watching the lights of zetar and this evasive scene? is super calming and i need it on infinite repeat somehow.
someone make this happen.

I just saw Logan in theaters.

Somebody hold me.

things that need to happen when Jake and Amy get married:

  • somehow, someway Holt walks Jake down the aisle, intentional or not
  • Amy’s vows are 8 pages, single spaced, double sided, 12 pt font santiago style
  • Jake’s vows are scribbled on a cocktail napkin or something and include a “title of our sex tape” joke
  • Jake gets Gina to wear an awful bride’s maid dress for his own amusement
  • Rosa is still wearing pants and her “fancy” leather jacket
  • Gina does a dance number at the rehearsal dinner much to Amy’s chagrin
  • Terry sobs the whole time
    • actually almost everyone cries at least a little except Rosa
  • Roger Peralta isn’t there and wasn’t invited and Jake isn’t sad about it 

decay

why must we argue over who the best LI is for shepard when obviously?? the only important ship is shepard x happiness

The 6 stages of friendship for writers

How do you write friendship? How do you make it realistic? How do you know it’s time to unlock their secret sharing and mutual trust? There are no rule for that, but here goes a small guide to help you write and develop a friendship.

But, before anything, this guide is not a rule, just an example.

Stage 1: For now, they share nothing but the current location, event or activity that brought them together, for example, work, school, sport, rock concert, a zombie apocalypse… They talk mostly about the location, event or activity. They also have a first impression of each other, sometimes (most of the time) a very negative first impression. So, in stage 1 we have small-talk, first impression and one thing in common. 

Originally posted by preciousjonathanbyers

Stage 2: They find something else in common, maybe both characters love horror movies, or paintball, or a song in particular. Maybe they have the same goals and duties. They will talk about it all the time. First activities might start as well, like eating together, walking home together, taking the same bus. The first impression will soften. So, in stage 2 we have common interests, changing first impression and enjoying the company.

Originally posted by milliebrowngifs

Stage 3: After sharing their interests, and bonding, trust will start to set in. With trust comes sharing problems. People don’t usually open up their secrets out of nowhere. They usually talk about their problems, they ask for help or advice. Secrets come in the shape of problems. The more characters help each other, the faster their relationship will grow. They might share a few memories, family issues, and important information. Nicknames and inside jokes might appear as well. So, in stage 3 we have helping, problems solving, nicknames and a few memories.

Originally posted by strangerthingscentral

Stage 4: This is the stage in which friends step up from being a good listener to being the voice of reason. They will care for each other and will speak the truth even when the other person doesn’t want to hear it. They are taking care of each other. They will hurt when the other person is in pain. They will cry. They will open their minds and soul. So, in stage 4, friends will become more like a family.

Originally posted by charleseriks

Stage 5: Friends will enter your house, open your fridge, take your food, meet your family members, sleep over. Not only problems, they share secrets as well. The other person is fully trusted. So, in stage 5 we have a more intimate approach regarding space and trust. This is the best friends forever stage.  

Originally posted by winter-barnes

Stage 6: Beyond best friends, they can read each other’s feelings by looking at their eyes. No words needed. They can read each other’s movements, desires, fears, expressions, voice tones, intentions, reactions… So, in stage 6, magic happens. Their souls are connected somehow. They need the other person’s company. This friendship will hardly be broken.  

Originally posted by mike-wheeler

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He’s gonna die

“I am sorta honestly convinced rilaya is endgame and not in a cute friendsy kinda way, but in a cute gaysey kinda way.” - @rileystown

Yours, Unfaithfully [Chapter 3]

Originally posted by jacksonisjbssin

Chapter 3 of Yours, Unfaithfully

Chapter 1  Chapter 2

Series Genre: AU/Angst/Smut/Fluff


Jaebum grabbed the keys from your trembling hand, letting go of you as he let the both of you into your apartment.

You followed closely behind, hand firmly grasping his as he led you.

“Arms out,” he requested, helping you out of your gown.

He let the gorgeous material pool at your feet, lifting out of it and into his arms. He carried you, as he had done many a time to your bedroom, cradling you against his chest.

As you crossed the threshold of your door, he gently set you down, still keeping you in his grasp.

You returned his gesture, helping him out of his jacket and tie before unbuttoning his shirt and discarding of it on the floor. Next came his pants, then your bra, his briefs, your panties.

With each item of clothing shed, a kiss was given, a touch was exchanged, all without a word. You both understood what the other wanted in that moment and that was to feel loved, to be desired by each other.

There had been many times you and Jaebum admired each other’s naked forms in this bedroom. He had thrown you up against almost every surface in here, made you cry from absolute pleasure, heard you scream his name as he did the most sinful things that made you crave more. But tonight was different. Tonight was slower, softer. Tonight, he wanted to make love.

You found yourself face up on your mattress, legs wrapped around your lover’s waist as he soft lips trailed across your jawline and down your neck.

You whimpered each time they found purchase on your skin, loving the feel of being his.

He groaned as he pushed into you with ease. Your wet walls around him felt like heaven and he never wanted to retreat.

Soft pants and heavy breathing filled the room as he continually thrust into you, kissing you deeper each time his name escaped your lips.

Your hands clung to his perfectly defined back, egging him on as your nails dug into it, begging for your climax.

“I love you,” he groaned. The feeling of your wetness pulsating drove him right to the brink.

“I love you!” you moaned, letting the sweet euphoria he always delivered take hold of you.

Your vision went blurry as he continued his movements until the both of you had endured every possible second of sweet release.

He breathed deeply, trying to pull himself towards recovery as he slid out of you.

Resting on his back, he brought you to him, kissing you over and over until he was satisfied you knew just how special you were to him.

You clung desperately to him, never wanting to be without this. You needed him. You loved him. And he felt the same.

Minutes passed as the silence remained between you. Nothing else needed to be said and honestly, neither of you wanted to ruin the serenity you had built in your own little hideaway.

In here, the outside didn’t exist. It was just you and him.


You stirred awake, restless from the nightmares that plagued you throughout the night. In each of them, Jaebum slipped away from you just as you were about to reach him. The thought alone shook you to your core.

You turned, needing him to hold you and tell you that would never happen, somehow you two would find a way to be together. But when you did, you found the space beside you void of the man you loved. Where had he gone?

His clothes were nowhere to be found and his phone wasn’t on the nightstand where he usually left it.

You rolled out of bed, searching the rest of your apartment for him. Still nothing.

Your heart sank. It wasn’t like him to leave, especially not without kissing you goodbye first.

Your focus was quickly diverted as your phone dinged. Maybe it was him telling you he grabbed coffee or breakfast.

Sadly, you were mistaken and it was just your mother telling you she was having a dress delivered for your engagement lunch. You had 3 hours to get ready.

Engagement. The word still made you sick even today. The only person you wanted to ever be engaged to fell asleep as he held you close to him last night. He was your one and only.

You sighed, typing back a quick text of understanding as your fingers moved to find his contact.

“Where did you go, my love? I hate waking up without you,” you typed.


Your driver dropped you off promptly just minutes before the party and still you hadn’t heard from Jaebum. This really was out of the ordinary. The two of you talked constantly when you were apart.

You could only think the worst as your nightmares came swimming back. Is this what they meant?

You entered your parents home, wide-eyed as you looked at how quickly they threw together such an elaborate gathering.

The decorations were stunning as to be expected and the countless pictures of you and Jackson throughout the years displayed all around only made your heart swell with an indescribable emotion.

Your life was splayed out for all to see and there he was, each step of the way. The two of you seemed like a perfect match.

“Hello, gorgeous” you heard.

You swiftly turned towards the sound, smiling for his sake as you saw your betrothed, adorned in a handsome suit that complimented your dress.

“Hi Jacks. You look nice”.

He moved towards you, linking your arms as he led you towards the party.

“I see our mothers coordinated our outfits,” he chuckled.

“Did you expect anything less from them?”

He smiled and pinched your cheek. Your sassy quips always made him light up.

“She’s here! Welcome future Mrs. Wang!” your mother squealed.

Although the gathering was intimate, the 20 pairs of eyes on you felt like a million. Future Mrs. Wang, you shuddered at the phrase.

You wanted to look away, feeling completely exposed, afraid your iron-clad resolve not to cry would evaporate if they looked at you much longer but something grabbed your attention immediately.

There he was, staring right back at you, looking just as solemn as you felt.

“I’d like to have everyone’s attention… That is if you can manage to tear your eyes away from my truly radiant bride to be,” Jackson said, garnishing ‘aww’s’ and chuckles from the room.

Everyone except Jaebum.

“I’d like to thank you all for putting this together so quickly. I hope I can speak for Y/N and I both when I say how thankful we are for your love and support. All my life, this woman has been there, growing and learning with me. My only hope is that we continue to do that for the rest of our time here on this earth. I feel very fortunate to get to stand beside someone so special”.

Your eyes watered as Jackson squeezed your hand. The fact that he was perfect in just about every way imaginable only made this living hell all the worse. He only lacked one crucial component. And that was, he wasn’t Jaebum.

“I know last night was kind of a blur for me with all the excitement and when I got home, I thought, I know there’s something missing from this scenario. Something just didn’t seem right”.

He paused, pulling something from his pocket.

“Y/N, this has been passed along through the women in my family for generations. As my wife, it would give me no greater pleasure than to see it on your finger”.

You immediately started crying the moment he slipped that engagement ring on your finger. You knew it well. Mrs. Wang had worn it for as long as you could remember and now it was yours.

“I promise to keep you safe and do my best to always make you feel loved,” he smiled.

He pulled you in for a tight hug as your tears flowed, heart beat sporadically as you tried to stop it all from hurting so bad. He kissed your cheek, wiping away the tears as he turned to show you off to the room.

An applause broke out, your mothers hugging you both as they too cried. They must have thought you were just as happy as them. For them, and for Jackson, you were going to keep it together today, even if it killed you.

You shifted your swelling face to search for him once more, needing to find some sort of solace in this emptiness you felt, but just like this morning, he had disappeared.


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anonymous asked:

Concept: link and revali braiding each other's hair (is that hair in revali's braids?? Idk rito anatomy??). Revali acts like he has the Superior Braiding Method And Skills (again idk how w/ rito anatomy) but revali is still just secretly loving having his braided by link

Addition to the braiding ask: link comes back to rito village after some adventuring, clearly disheveled, but the braids are still nearly perfect, bc he cares so much about the work revali put into it. Of course revali has Something to say about the few stray hairs, but also recognizes how much link cares and feels Honored, even if he doesn’t show it

Revali hasn’t told Link yet, probably never will, but braiding each other’s hair in Rito culture is considered sort of…intimate. Like, the sort of thing only lovers do.

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Perfect(ly) screwed up 2 || D.H.

A/N: Wow look at this! It’s a part two. 

Word Count: 1.4K

POV: Dan(ny boy)

MASTERLIST // PART ONE

Originally posted by masochistphil

Y/N took a shaky breath as tears kept streaming down her cheeks. It was heart-breaking to watch her like this.

I rubbed her lower back in order to calm her down. She was still clinging onto me and I just held her as tightly as I could.

“It’s Lucas.” She then muttered after her breathing had slowed down a little bit.

Lucas. It usually just pained me to hear that name. But now, now I also got furious. My hands turned into fists at the thought of him being the cause of Y/N’s miserable state.

‘You can’t get angry now, Dan. Your best friend doesn’t need that right now.’ I told myself and could immediately feel myself relax as my eyes met Y/N’s sad ones.

“What did he do?” I asked her softly and ran my fingers through her hair at the same time. I was scared as I waited for her answer.

“We just had this massive fight. Lots of yelling and ugly words.” She explained.

Y/N was the strongest person I knew. She was a rebel and a fighter and seeing her like this, so shattered and fragile, hurt.

Lucas her oh so pretty and perfect boyfriend did this.

“Hey it’s okay.” I whispered against her hair as I gently kissed the top of her head. It was a friendly gesture something I would only do in times of need, times like this.

“Dan…, Lucas and I – “

We were both still standing in the middle of my drive way, right in front of her old, red car. As soon as Y/N started that sentence her sobbing got heavier, but before she could even finish it we were interrupted.

“Daniel your mum wants you to come inside again.” Katrina was walking towards us.

She stopped in the middle of her tracks as her eyes met Y/N. They immediately turned cold. Colder than what was normal for her.

“I’m kinda busy here.” I told her, gesturing to my best friend who was cuddled against my chest.

Katrina didn’t look very amused or understanding. I told her that I won’t be able to go to prom with her because I was already taking Y/N. Kat hadn’t liked her before that, they were way too different to get along, so I bet she must hate her now.

“You should go, Dan. Don’t feel obligated to stay with me. I think I can manage myself.” Y/N whispered, looking up at me. She wasn’t paying any attention to Katrina.

It was absurd how incompatible her words and actions were. Her eyes were still filled with tears and I could tell by her body language that she had no intention to let go off me. She was trying to be strong and suffer through this all on her own.

“She is right, Daniel. You should definitely not miss your parent’s wonderful summer party or else it would be so rude.” Katrina snarled.

I totally ignored that.

“I’m not leaving you here alone, silly.” I told Y/N and lightly pinched her left cheek. She was going to protest when I shut her up.

“That decision is final.”

“Daniel, you can’t take her inside. I mean, look at her.” Katrina interfered rudely.

It was true that Y/N didn’t really fit in with all of our other guest with their expensive dresses and Rolex watches. She was actually wearing a wrinkled t-shirt that she had definitely slept in before, but still she was better looking than any person at my mum’s party. She didn’t need money to feel good about herself and she certainly had a better personality than all of those people.

“Oh, I am not taking her inside. I really want to spare her from that.”

Kat looked outraged. She gasped loudly and looked at me like I had just lost my mind.

“Dan, what are you-“ Y/N was about to ask as I took her hand in mine.

“C’mon we’re leaving.” I told her and dragged her along with me, leaving a startled Katrina behind in my drive way.

“Oh and before I forget, tell my mum I couldn’t make it.” I shouted over my shoulder mid walking with a smug grin on my face.

At first Y/N didn’t say anything she just walked next to me silently. We were still holding hands and since she didn’t let go I didn’t either.

I knew exactly where to go right now, there was a place that was perfect for times like this. My old treehouse. Our garden was followed by a huge forest that I used to play in when I was younger. Y/N and I had been there a lot in the past but I was sure that she had forgotten that it existed by now.

Once we had reached the forest, my best friend took the scenery in with wide eyes. The last rays of sunlight danced on the lush green leaves. This place brought back a ton of memories and she was so overwhelmed for a second that she forgot why we were here. She forgot that her heart hurt and that she had just cried her eyes out.

We sat down on a knocked over tree instead of climbing the old tree house and Y/N leaned her head against my shoulder.

“He made me feel so small.” She whispered vulnerably and played with my tie in order to distract herself from her own words.

We were talking about her boyfriend Lucas again. I wanted to say something but she just kept talking.

“I don’t even remember how the fight started. Everything happened so fast and we just yelled at each other. I’m not proud of the things I shouted at him, but he really hurt me.” Her voice was flat while her eyes stared into the distance.

“I’m so sorry.” I breathed and wrapped my arms tightly around her body, holding her close.

“The things he said made me feel so unwanted, useless and ugly.” She admitted quietly.

I could believe my ears. Was she for real?

“Y/N..” I almost shouted, the look on my face made her sit up straight in surprise.

“Don’t ever say that again.” I pleaded and intensively stared at her. My heart was racing in my chest.

“Dan, what?” She asked, confused by my reaction.

“You are the most amazing person I know, I don’t want you to ever feel like that. You are head strong and adventurous and you are sweet and kind and god you are so beautiful.”

“Dan, stop!” Y/N was blushing like crazy.

“I’m not gonna stop until you realize how flawless you are. Lucas is a complete prick for saying otherwise. “

“That’s why I broke up with him.”

I froze. Why didn’t I even consider that they might have broken up?

I knew Y/N, she wouldn’t ever let anyone treat her like that. Still the thought that she could be single sounded way too good and foreign to me.

“You broke up?” I asked her unbelievingly and swallowed hard.

“Yes, it hadn’t been that great between us for a while now and after the things he said I knew that we didn’t have feelings for each other anymore.” She explained, resting her head on my shoulder again.

“After it happened I just…somehow, I just needed to see you, Dan.” She added so quietly that I almost didn’t hear it.

We weren’t that far away from my garden where the summer party was being held. We could hear faint music and our guest that were lightly chatting with each other.

Some of my mum’s beloved fairy lights, that she had wrapped around every tree, even shimmered through the branches that shielded us from my garden.

“I’m glad you came.” I whispered while my heart was rapidly beating.

She turned her head so she was facing me. Our eyes met and we were still so close to each other that I could barely breath. I intensively looked at her and examined all the details of her to me flawless face.

“Y/N?” I then carefully asked, my voice low.

“Yes, Dan?” She answered immediately.

“Can I kiss you?”

The corners of her lips twitched and curled up into a genuine smile for the first time today as she slowly nodded.

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UNSPKN part 22

Where atmosphere loosens up a bit.

Set after the events of “Flowey Is Not A Good Life Coach” fanfiction, comic will focus on beloved skelebros and their great need of psychotherapy after all that happened.

Also it’s not a spoiler, it’s just my version of (another) epilogue. Heh.

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