I Just Think Its Healthy To Have One Punching Bag Character. The Anti Blorbo. I Know So Much Abt Them

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Help me share my latest artwork, describing one of the situations I went through during this war

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what's going on in the congo since there's also a genocide happening over there as well:

to sum it up, people in the congo are literally being worked as slaves to mine for this material called coltan, which is very valuable as its used for things like phones, laptops, just electronics in general. Congo is the number 1 producer for this material and the places behind this genocide is America, Britain, France, and Israel, wow what an absolute shocker. The worst places probably to ever exist benefit from a genocide. These places are funding Rwanda and Uganda military groups, to go into the Congo and kill MILLIONS of people. This has also been going on for YEARS. Many women have been SA'd and men are forced to work in INHUMAN conditions, resulting in their death and the colonizers are absolutely benefitting from this. 6 MILLION people have been killed and half of them are literally kids. Many of the Congolese people have also been displaced.

Please speak out about and raise your voice

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one of the best fics i've ever read, one that had me addicted to my phone and crying, wasn't even prose. it was a huge, casual, bullet-pointed outline with every detail of an au that the author never got around to writing in full. and it was amazing.

let this be a message to all you who want to write but can't do it "normally": write it! someone out there will eat it up. whether that be poetry, tiny drabbles, or bullet pointed list: your work is always worth it. your art (yes, art!) will alway deserve to have its moment in the spotlight. why? because you made it. even if it wasn't done in a traditional matter, it came from your brain and your creativity and that is amazing.

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SOMEONE HELP ME theres a tojinana x reader fic where toji and nanami roommates in college first i think??? they go to the gym together and sweaty sexy something something and they hook up but stay friends and like years later they hook up w reader CALLING ALL AUTOBOTS PLEASE HELP ME FIND IT

Reiner's love language is touch. Even when you guys are fucking fighting over something stupid for days, he still can't sleep without you cuddling up next to him. "C'mon, girl." He huffs, hands gripping the supple flesh of your thighs and pulling slightly. "Put your leg on my leg so I can get some fucking sleep." You can't help but groan at how annoying he can be, not interested in babying him while you're in the middle of a fight. You listen anyway, missing the feeling of his warmth yourself and pull your thigh over his, arms finding their way over his neck and pulling his face to rest between your tits - just the way he likes it. And its really not long before the room fills with his silent snores.

In his sleep, he pulls your body flush against his and wraps his muscular arms around your waist, the feeling of skin to skin contact with your partner making you fully forget what the two of you were fighting over to begin with. Reiner stirs in his sleep a bit, cracking an eye open to see if you're still awake and when he sees that you are, he pulls you a bit closer (if it were even possible at this point). He mumbles something under his breath, mouth a bit muffled under the weight of your tits but he can't bring himself to move his face for a minute.

He repeats himself. "'M sorry." And, to be honest, he's got no clue what he's apologizing for by now. The argument was days ago. He's not even sure if he's the one in the wrong. He just can't handle the tension between you guys anymore. Reiner hates fighting with his girl, knows he'll never win against you anyway. He kisses your collarbone a little, an attempt to coax you out of your fit. You giggle, fingernails carding through his soft blond roots. How can you stay mad at your man like this? "You know I forgive you." You smile, kissing his forehead in return.

every day tumblr picks some random things to flood my dash with that i've never seen before or barely interact with. the other day it was dipcifica which is pleasant enough, then i was kamala harris, but today it's all manifesting and shifting. what are you trying to tell me.

“I know I’ve told this story before, but my abusive ex refused to let me take birth control. I was on the pill until he found them in my purse. I went to the Student Health Center—they were completely unhelpful, choosing to lecture me about the importance of safe sex (recommending condoms) instead of actually listening to my problem. Then I went to Planned Parenthood. The Nurse Practitioner took one look at my fading bruises and stopped the exam. She called in the doctor. The doctor came in and simply asked me: “Are you ready to leave him?” When I denied that I was being abused, she didn’t argue with me. She just asked me what I needed. I said I need a birth control method that my boyfriend couldn’t detect. She recommended a few options and we decided on Depo. When I told her that my boyfriend read my emails and listened to my phone messages and was known to follow me, she suggested to do the Depo injections at off hours when the clinic was normally closed. She made a note in my chart and instructed the front desk never to leave messages for me—instead, she programmed her personal cell phone number into my phone under the name “Nora”. She told me she would call me to schedule my appointments; she wouldn’t leave a message, but I should call her back when I was able to. And that was it. No judgment. No lecture. She walked me to the door and told me to call her day or night if I needed anything. That she lived 5 blocks from campus and would come get me. That I wasn’t alone. That she just wanted me to be safe. I never called her to come to my rescue. But I have no doubt that she would have come if I had called. She kept me on Depo for a year, giving me those monthly injections in secret, helping me prevent a desperately unwanted pregnancy. I cannot thank Planned Parenthood enough for the work they do.”

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Curious Georgiana (via grrrlstudies)

I know I’ve reblogged this before, but it bears re-reblogging (?).  This is how you respond to abuse, this is how you give people control over their bodies/uteruses, this is how you act as a generally non-judgmental and compassionate person.  I love this story so fucking much.

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kento nanami // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

4th avenue viewing

strangers on a train

less than zero

ups and downs

play

nights in tokyo

selfish

pride is the devil

i need some wine and you, you need to be nicer

lovefoolish

banana bread with nanami kento

bride-to-be

chaos theory

simple pleasures

a trip to the tailor's

ave maria.

convenience (store) marriage

interrupted

heaven (is a place on earth with you)

tender loving care

a bento for kento

you've got a fetish for my love