The Watermelon Woman (1996) Dir. Cheryl Dunye

you know what sucks? everything bye

ACOTAR FRIENDLY REMINDER

Friendly reminder that in 'A Court of Silver Flames' Rhys had to go through Feyre, his MATE, dieing, AGAIN.

Friendly reminder that Feyre had to go through Rhysand, HER mate, dieing again.

Friendly reminder that they were hoping nobody was going to die again anytime soon.

Friendly reminder that although it was the first time for the Inner Circle to see Feyre die, they had to go through Rhysand, their brother and basically the dad of the group, dieing again.

Friendly reminder that for Nesta and Elain, Feyre dieing probably reminded them of their little sister going out into the woods to keep them alive.

Friendly reminder that for them it probably felt like what would have happened if Feyre kept hunting for them.

Friendly reminder that everyone had to go through the baby, that gift sent by the Cauldron being ripped away from them as soon as he was born.

Friendly reminder that Nesta, the one everyone thought of as cold-hearted and impossible of love, the one that Rhys HATED, begged the Mother and the Cauldron to bring them all back.

Friendly reminder that she hated Rhys almost more than she hated the king of Hybern, yet she asked for him to be saved.

Friendly reminder that for Nesta, her powers were the price of her life and she wanted to give them back in order for the Cauldron to give her back her life, only her life changed. It's her new family now.

Friendly reminder that when she brought them back to life, RHYAND KNEELED FOR NESTA!

FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT HE WOULD ONLY KNEEL FOR HIS CROWN AND FOR HIS MATE!

Friendly reminder that if this fandom says 'friendly reminder', you run as fast as you can in the opposite direction.

Pomegranate Proposal

Henry Winter x GN!Reader, The Secret History  Word Count: 824 Content Warnings: Fluff, Kissing, Slightly Suggestive Themes Summary: Henry comes over to help you with homework and you end up as his partner.

It was a rather quiet day for [Y/N], staying inside their apartment to keep warm and catch up on some of their work that had been abandoned the night before in favor of a more lively scene, tagging along with Richard to a party he’d been nearly dragged to by Judy Poovey. They were flipping through the pages of the book that Julian had assigned for the term when the phone that was near the front door rang. They let out a soft sigh before rising from their place on the couch, setting the book aside and walking over to pick up the phone. 

“Hello?” they spoke as they pressed the  cold speaker end of the handset to their ear. 

“Oh good, you’re home,” It was Henry, his deep, cold voice immediately recognizable. “Would you mind if I stopped by? I suppose you might want help with your Greek since you were out all night.” There was a hint of a smirk in his usually flat voice and the corners of [Y/N]’s lip’s turned up a little at the sound of it. 

“Not at all, I’ll leave the door unlocked.” They replied, quickly exchanging their goodbyes before setting the phone down on the base and happily making their way back to the couch. They decided to tidy up a little more, give space for Henry to sit when he came over and all. It was no secret that the two Greek students had grown closer over the two years they had known each other, longing glances across the round table during class, an idle hand lingering on one’s arm or shoulder. 

It wasn’t long until [Y/N] heard the door open to reveal the tall, broad shouldered scholar with a book in his hand as well as a small bag. Henry closed and locked the door behind him, making his way to the couch and sitting next to [Y/N] as he always did when the group got together in someone’s home. He set the bag down in their lap and peered at their book to flip to the page they were on. 

“What’s in the bag?” [Y/N] asked, nudging him playfully and pulling their notebook a little closer to show him what they’d accomplished so far. 

“Pomegranates. They’re in season now and I thought you’d like a few.” He said, as they opened the bag to see three softball sized, plump red fruits. [Y/N] let out a soft chuckle and set their notebook in Henry’s lap to get up. 

“Why don’t I open one? We can snack on it while we work. Do you want something to drink too?” they asked, walking over to the kitchen. 

“Anything’s fine,” He called after them, busying himself with finding where they’d left off in the homework. They hummed softly, putting on a kettle and preparing a pot of tea to steep while they pulled out the seeds into a bowl. It didn’t take long for them to come back to the couch with their tea and a bowl of pomegranate seeds on a tray, their fingertips stained a faint crimson from opening the gifted fruit. He cleared some space on the coffee table for the tray and poured them both a cup of tea. 

Henry hesitated a little after he set the teapot back down onto the tray before he picked up a few of the plump seeds with his slender fingers, turning to [Y/N] and cupping their face with his free hand. 

“Open.” he said softly, [Y/N] obeying without objection. Their lips parted, tongue jutting out slightly to blanket their bottom teeth as Henry dropped the seeds into their mouth. “Swallow.” He ordered again, his hand never leaving their cheek. [Y/N] did as he told, again with no protest as they chewed on the juicy seeds, a tart sweetness flooding their mouth followed by the slight crunch of the seeds before they swallowed. A bit of a smirk tugged at their lips, their hand coming up to hold onto Henry’s wrist. 

“You know, you could have just asked me like a normal person.” They chuckled a little, pulling a humorous scoff from him. 

“I thought we’d established that we’re far from normal.” He jested, his voice barely above a whisper as they slowly closed the gap between them. [Y/N] leaned in just a bit more, their lips meeting in a soft kiss. He could taste the tartness of the pomegranate as his other hand settled on their thigh, almost pulling them closer. The silent bliss came to an end as [Y/N] pulled away to look at Henry’s eyes, little pieces of the sky taken and gifted to him in the form of his bright irises. 

“I suppose I’m stuck with you forever then?” They licked their lips with a soft laugh.

“Why? Does that not appeal to you?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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Petition: Legally enshrine the right of adults to physically transition using NHS services

Introduce a law to legally protect the right of those aged 18 and over to transition using NHS services. This should specifically cover phys

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