The Confrontation

In the aftermath of Roe v. Wade being overturned, here’s some resources:

1. AbortionFinder.org

2. Planned Parenthood’s Find a Health Center

3. ABC News’ state-by-state legality list

4. Politico’s state-by-state legality list

Abortion-friendly (one asterisk indicates potential change and two asterisks indicate some limitations) U.S. states include:

Alaska

Arizona*

California

Colorado

Connecticut

Delaware

D.C.

Florida**

Georgia*

Hawaii

Illinois

Indiana**

Iowa**

Kansas**

Maine

Maryland

Massachusetts

Michigan*

Minnesota

Montana

Nebraska**

Nevada**

New Jersey

New Hampshire**

New Mexico

New York**

North Carolina*

Ohio*

Oregon

Pennsylvania**

Rhode Island

South Carolina*

Vermont

Virginia**

Washington

5. Finally, an important reminder: Research Shows Access to Legal Abortion Improves Women’s Lives

So.. seeing you this hyped for Eddie (like most of us are) are we going to get a one shot with him? Maybe with a cheerleader!reader.. someone who would call him out on his bullshit or when he makes a scene (like in the cafeteria) but has like the biggest soft spot for him?

☠︎ 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 &⃨ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 ☠︎ -𝙴.𝙼.

A/N: !Body, Ethnicity & Skin color Neutral!Reader!! Here’s a lil something for our obsessed butts. I have such a soft spot for this crazy metalhead, it's not even funny.

CW: Fluff | Mentions of Bullying/Satanism/D&D, Drugs & selling & use of (Weed), Secret Relationship, Making-out,

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*picture does not describe the looks of the reader*

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Eddie 'The Freak' Munson. He is loud, unhinged, and revved about a news article he reads to his friends.

"The Devil has come to America. Dungeons and Dragons, at first regarded as a harmless game of make-believe, now has both parents and psychologists concerned," he reads.

Oh, it's about his favorite game, the sole reason for The Hellfire Club to exist. He became interested in this fantasy game after he began living with his uncle, and since then, it's part of his personality, making him know words so impressive that you wouldn't think of Eddie knowing how to use them or even knowing them at all.

"Studies have linked violent behavior to the game, saying it promotes satanic worship, ritual sacrifice, sodomy, suicide, and even... Murder."

I stand next to the new student and cheerleader; I had promised our guidance counselor to show around a little.

"What are you looking at?" the new student asks me curiously, following my gaze. "Oh, he's cute. Who's that?" "Eddie Munson," I tell her with a smile. "He looks like a rockstar." I nod, "Yeah..."

My gaze returns to Eddie as he jumps on his cafeteria table, screaming around and making a scene. "...But as long as you're into band or science...or parties," he begins calling the whole cafeteria out, earning some middle fingers directed at him.

He does so often. In his opinion, the easiest way of defense is to attack... Or play crazy – never figured out if he's even aware of how crazy he can be. For his title of freak, he sadly has mostly only himself to blame.

The girl next to me looks shocked. "Oh Lord, he's crazy, isn't he?" I nod, "A little."

Eddie, meanwhile, continues his rant. "Or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets..."

Oh no. His big mouth got him into trouble with the jock several times. I take an intuitive step forward, ready to intervene.

"Loser!" one calls at him as though that word still holds any power to hurt Eddie.

Jason, the basketball team captain, stands up, "You want something, freak?" he asks him, egging Eddie on to pull a grimace with his fingers like devil's horns and his tongue out.

"Oh, Eddie," I mumble, shaking my head. He'd have an easier time being less... Eddie. But he simply can't help himself.

Thankfully the attention whore inside him seems sedated, and he feels like having made his point clear.

"It's forced conforming," he tells his friends in a toned-down voice, about to get off the table. "That's what's..." He jumps off the table, yelling again, almost giving our teacher a heart attack, "...killing the kids!"

I grab the new girl's hand and quickly walk past Eddie; he steps back, almost bowing while letting us pass peacefully. Then he sits down at his table again, continuing the conversation in a normal tone without show.

"He's so scary," the girl tells me as we sit down at the cheerleader table. I shrug, "Dogs that bark, don't bite."

"So you're not afraid of him?" "Of Eddie?" I ask, giggling. "No, never. I only ever felt safe with him."

"They grew up together," Chrissy explains to the freshman sitting beside me. "They were best friends until a few years ago."

The girl looks at me. "Really?" she asks. "What happened?" I shrug. "Nothing. We grew apart, happens sometimes." "She also became a cheerleader around that time," Chrissy adds sweetly.

"Wow, so a cheerleader and- and the freak were friends," the new girl says, baffled, Chrissy turning her nose.

"That's not a nice thing to call him," she lectures the girl gently while her hand brushes over mine, and we smile at each other.

I sneak another look at Eddie. He's now relaxed, squatting between the newest members of his club and talking to them.

"Oh," I exclaim, looking back at Chrissy, "I almost forgot, I have a doctor's appointment today. Won't make it to training. I'm sorry." She shakes her head, "Oh, don't worry. Your health comes first," she assures me. "I have to leave earlier today as well."

After class, I wait for a little while until most people have left. It's quieter, and less nosy students around; I like it better that way.

I walk through the school's parking lot, passing Eddies old, fucked-up van. The second I am at its side door, it opens. I am grabbed by two strong arms and pulled in.

Before I can even yelp in surprise, my back is pressed against the air mattress in the back of the van. Soft lips press on mine while coarse hands wander all over my body.

I let myself fall into the kiss, and as it ends, I grin against those lips. "Hey." "Hi, baby," Eddie whispers back, pecking my lips once more before crawling off me and closing the van's door.

Once that's down, he lays down next to me, pulling a joint out of his pocket, lighting it, and handing it to me. I take a few deep hits before blowing some smoke into Eddie's face, making him shake his head.

"Hey, don't be mean to your boyfriend," he tells me, pouting, taking the joint. "I wouldn't be mean if you wouldn't always make such scenes."

He holds the smoke in his lugs for a couple of seconds, letting it out as he realizes what I'm talking about. "Oh, you mean the thing at the cafeteria." I nod. "Yes, the thing at the cafeteria."

"You know I was right, though. We're easy targets because a game where you use your fantasy is too scary for those thinking only in the pre-given boxes," he says, grabbing the ashtray I made him in my ceramics class the year I had to repeat freshman year because Cheerleading and sneaking around with Eddie had become too much fun.

"Yes, you were. But have you ever thought about the fact that you catch more bees with honey than vinegar?" I ask Eddie, and he kisses my nose, handing me the joint back.

"But vinegar has them pull funny faces," he smiles. I smile back, "And call you a freak." "We are the beauty and the freak. You knew it would be like this when you fell for me."

Eddie and I were best friends, but I don't think that there was ever a moment when I didn't love him. He's my person, my soulmate, my freak.

I climb on his lap, finishing the joint, "Do you know how many girls would dump your ass for being such an awful attention whore? That behavior will one day come to bite you in the ass," I giggle, putting the ashtray aside.

Eddie sits up, kissing me gently. "Then it's a good thing I only want you. Cause deep down, you're just as much a freak as I am." I hum happily, cupping his cheeks, "Hm, lucky you."

We kiss again, him flipping us around and making himself comfortable between my legs. We always were different, were freaks. Eddie loves me in a way nobody else can; everything we ever experienced, all our firsts, happened together.

The first time I rode my bicycle without training wheels. The first time his father became violent. The first time I had my period. The first time Eddie felt truly alone.

Our first time getting high. Our first tattoo. Our first kiss. Our first time getting really touchy while making out.

Our first time. The first time. In the same van and position, we are lying in right now.

Our friendship had to publicly end as our relationship evolved, but we were made for each other; there is no other way to describe it.

Eddie pulls away, laying down on his side, making us face each other while he strokes my cheek. "I love you," he whispers, and I love how it still lights sparks in me after all these years. "I love you too," I whisper back, and we smile stupidly at each other.

He stretches a little, pulling me into his chest. "I'm selling some stuff to one of your friends today." I look up. "Who?"

"Chrissy Cunningham." I look at him, surprised, and he chuckles, "I was surprised too, Sweetheart. But after that sale, I have enough money to buy a tux for prom."

"I thought he didn't want to wear one?" I ask with raised brown, rolling him onto his back and resting partially on his chest.

He nods, sneaking his arms around me again to make sure I'll stay this close. "I hate the thought," he deadpans. "But you want a magical prom night, and I'll be dammed if I don't provide that for you."

I kiss him, happily smiling, and he admits, "A tux makes it hopefully also easier for us when you tell your father about us."

No dating till I graduate. My father and mother had me when they were sixteen. Therefore, my father is extra careful about protecting my virtue. And I am even more careful in making him believe that my virtue is still a thing and not something I practically threw at my metalhead boyfriend years ago.

It will be a true blessing to no longer have to hide.

"He has known you since you were five and asked if we could play together at the park. Daddy knows how you normally look," I snicker, having Eddie shrug. "A tux still can't hurt."

He sighs loudly, "Shit, I can't wait to let everyone know that Eddie 'The Freak' Munson has the hottest, most brilliant girlfriend in the world. Chrissy Cunningham and Jason Carver look like fucking amateurs next to us."

Eddie points back and forth between us, "They might be the more socially accepted couple, but you and I? We are the ones staying together forever."

We kiss again, and as we part, he looks at his watch. "Baby, I have to go meet Chrissy so that I can buy you one of those silly flower bracelets." "A corsage," I correct him while we sit up and fix each other's clothes and hair.

He kisses me again, then opens the van's side door, jumping out first. When nobody's there to see us, he helps me out as well.

I'm still surprised about Chrissy buying drugs. She's so proper; I sometimes feel like a bad influence next to her, even when I just chew bubblegum in class. But on the other side...

"Hey, Eddie?" he looks at me with his soulful eyes. "Chrissy's kinds of weird lately, like anxious and jumpy... Please be nice to her. We don't know what she's going through."

He nods. "Sure, baby. You know I'm all bark and no bite unless you want me to," he jokes, riskily pulling me into another kiss. "I promise to be my best self."

I kiss his cheek, grabbing my backpack, "And I see you tonight behind the arcade?"

He grabs his lunchbox, opens it, and hands me a heart-shaped lollipop to eliminate the joint's taste. "It's a date. We can get fast food and spend the evening at lover's lake. I even made us a new mixtape." "Sounds perfect," I smile, and with one final kiss, we part ways.

After a few feet, we both turn around. I throw Eddie a kiss, and he pretends to have caught it, holding it to his heart.

I giggle, making my way home. I can't wait for us to graduate.

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Today we won, Joseph Quinn playing "Master of Puppets".

—do i even have a chance?

summary: you’ve found him and he was sure he didn’t have a chance

warnings: usage of pet name (sweets), fluff, hint of an angst, body insecurity, cute dates, alpine, smut, mutual pining, masturbation, fingering, oral, size kink, praise kink, chubby!bucky || minors dni 18+

a/n: thanks to @bloomingbucky and @maladaptivexxdaydreaming for their helps, don’t forget to comment/reblog 🖤

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headcanon; Eddie is definitely the type of boyfriend who would just pick you up and toss you over his shoulder and carry you around for no reason at all except to hear you shriek and laugh and to low-key keep his hand on your ass

drunken proposals

pairing: bucky x reader

summary: too much alcohol leads to proposals

-short little drabble bc I should be studying but I'd rather do something else

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You don't remember how much you've drank but you're sure it's a lot. Everything is becoming so blurry. But apparently, being drunk doesn't mean you can't appreciate a good-looking man.

Bucky doesn't know how long he's been at this party or how much he had to drink, but he does know there's a pretty woman across the room he wants to talk to. He doesn't remember when he first saw you, but he knows you've had his attention from first glance.

"Steve, don't ya think she's so stunning? Ya think she's single?" Steve looks at his best friend laughing.

"You right she probably taken. A doll like that must have someone, so stupid of me." Bucky sighs sadly sipping on his drink.

"Why don't you go ask and find out?" Steve rubs Buckys shoulder.

"Hessopretty. Wantmyhusvand to look like that." you said your words slurred due to the alcohol. Your friend laughs looking where you pointed.

"Imma go and ask him to marry me." you say standing up, your friend catching you since you could barely stand up straight.

"Marriage, huh already?" your friend jokes and you nod confidently shaking her off.

"She coming over quick act normal." Bucky pushes Steve and straightens up almost falling off his chair. Steve catches him and let's out a chuckle.

"Hey! You!" Bucky looks around and points at himself when he hears the pretty woman point and yell at him.

"Yes, you!" You stumble a little when you reach the gorgeous man who catches you. You fall right into his muscular chest. Usually, you would ask for permission before touching anyone, but now you couldn't help yourself so your hands wonder and squeeze the mans chest, and then arms. One feels different than the other, but strong nonetheless.

"Not that I mind that a pretty doll like you is touching me like this but would love to know your name. Bucky finds it cute how you immediately put your hands up and tell him your name.

"Bucky." He introduces himself to you.

"THAT'S A SEXY NAME LIKE YOU!" Bucky backs away a little because you were yelling, he doesn't know why he could hear you the music isn't that loud.

"I know we jus met but got a question for you."

"MARRY ME?"

"MARRY ME?"

You and Bucky say at the same time, and then you both start laughing so hard you're holding on to each other.

"Great! We agree, let's talk wedding ideas!" You happily say, leading Bucky by the arm to dance with him. Bucky follows you like a lovesick puppy, excited to make plans with the most beautiful doll that's walking the earth.

"Should we tell them?" Steve nudges Sam.

"Tell them what?"

"That they've been married for 5 years???"

Sam shakes his head, taking out his phone to film you and Bucky trying to dance while you're absolutely wasted. He would use this video on the wedding you're planning currently but by tomorrow you'll probably come to your senses.

[The End]

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Down with Crush (Loki x Female Reader) (18+)

Summary : You're an avenger and Loki have a crush on you, but he'd never express his feelings to you. But your thoughts infiltrate his head every waking moment, to find the relief he ends up on Tumblr every night to read Y/N x Male reader fics.

Warning : 18+ , Minors DNI , Sub loki, Male masturbation, slap kink

Note : This is what happens when I can't sleep and sub loki is on my mind.

Loki got enamored with you from the very moment he saw you. You are an avenger, a very popular one. And he absolutely adores you, however he'd never allow his feelings to come to the surface, his secret will remain intact. He can't handle another person rejecting him or the bundle of affection he had to offer. 

So he kept the fact that he fancied you to himself. Everytime you smiled at him, his cheeks flushed. Everytime your hands brushed against his he would feel the butterflies, you're strong but there is a softness about you that he would have wanted to explore if he wasn't so afraid of rejection. 

Whenever he wasn't saving the world he would hang out in his room surfing through his phone on this thing called web. He had found his favorite site, a site called Tumblr. He loved reading fanfictions, apparently that's what they called it. But he wasn't reading fictions about himself, no no no he was reading about you. He loved searching for your name in there.. Y/n x Male reader, it all started very innocently. He'd search for something fluffy and imagine those scenarios in his head about you. But then he stumbled upon a sex fiction, a smut piece if you will.

He has never come so hard as he did that night. He fondled himself until he exploded all over his torso, he felt so ashamed, so guilty, he felt like a pervert but he couldn't help it. He was so addicted to you. It felt like a drug that he needed in his veins.

"Let's see if I could find something tonight" he muttered under his breath as he laid down on his bed with his phone in his left hand, he made sure to get naked first. You always made him cum so hard, even though he was just imagining it all. He scrolled and scrolled to find a good smut fic that would make him tremble with need. And he finally did.

"Y/n x sub male reader.. fucking hel..yess" he started reading the fiction and it was a piece about you edging him mercilessly, he spat on his palm and then it went straight over his already hard and leaking cock. He needed a release that he craved so badly, he bit on his lips and then licked it as he scrolled down further. The dirty words scribbled by the writer were downright filthy.

"Awhhh my pretty boy you look so pretty like this, all tied up for my pleasure" he moaned audibly as he pictured you on top of him, his arms tied up over his head as you would talk down to him. He pumped his cock up and down slowly, his thumb rubbed against his tip. The sweat beads started to form on his forehead and pooled between his chest, he kept the temperature up for that same reason, he loved feeling so sweaty, so dirty as if he was actually there making love to you, fucking you. Your sweat drenched bodies rubbing against each other, the thought of your warm pussy made him even harder.

"Are you my good boy or not? Because you're being a real brat right now" The y/n in the story gave a small little slap on the reader's cheeks and he pictured you doing that to him. Oh he wanted to feel you slap him, hurt him, do whatever you wanted to do with him. He closed his eyes and thought about your hands as you slapped him hard. So hard, he wanted to feel the sting and then maybe a gentle caress, he'd love the mark you'd leave on him, he moaned loudly as he increased his strokes, he rubbed his precum all over his palm as he fisted himself. 

"Ohhh I'm your good boy miss y/n, yes I'm your good boy..fuck please miss..ahh yess" he mumbled as he felt himself getting closer to his peak. He threw his head backwards on the pillow, arched his back as he felt the knot building up in his core. He envisioned your mouth on him, taking him in, your tongue running around his shaft, his length, his balls even and he felt so nasty. 

"Cum for me whore" the line made him explode instantly and he screamed your name as he let go, he loved the degrading name being used for him, he wondered if you'd be into this type of thing. It was all fiction afterall. He looked at the cum that splattered all over his torso and he massaged it over his skin, he just wanted to close his eyes and picture you doing this to him. He was obsessed with you, truly obsessed but he would never let his feelings out to you or make you uncomfortable with this. 

Because he knew you'd never be into him, you're too good for him, you're beautiful, so smart, a hero. He's not worthy of you, the thought made him tear up and as soon the euphoria he felt from his orgasm died down, the guilt creeped in. You're his friend, one of the only people who genuinely seem to care about him. He truly felt ashamed of such thoughts, but he knew he'd come back to this whenever he'd see you again out there being your gorgeous self. He knew his mind would wander again as he'd picture filthy scenarios in his head about you. He can't have you but he can imagine.

He got up to get showered so he kept his phone down on the bed and left for his bathroom, and that's when you came out of his closet that was right next to his bed. It was his birthday tomorrow. You wanted to surprise him with a gift, you needed the exact size of his shirt but when you heard his footsteps approaching towards the room you hid in his closet. 

And you saw everything. You saw everything he did, the way he pleasured himself and screamed your name as he came.

And you intended to use this surprising revelation in your favor tomorrow

i hate those posts that are like "what if your mother aborted you?" because it's LIKE. i value my mother as having her own agency above my existence simply because she came first. if she aborted me, id be fine with it because in the fucking hypothetical of un-existence & knowing, id rather her have access to safe abortion than having to carry & birth when she didn't want to like wtf kind of egotistical question is that. do u not value yr mother in the least. whatever joys you've gotten out of life aren't greater than yr mother's choice

EVERYONE WHO IS SEEING MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS!!

Please please PLEASE do NOT spoil it for people!! I personally will being it when it comes out this friday and unless I put a spoiler warning I will not spoil it!

when you walk out of the theater, wait until you get to your car to speak of the movie, everyone will probably be there to watch it too and it’s not fair for them to hear spoilers last minute.

sadly, i’ve already seen a spoiler that will be keeping me off social media until i see the movie.

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