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This is so impressive and I’m so happy that people all over the world are raising their voices against a person like this.

Long but important post. Please share!

I know Tumblr tends to be very US-centric, but there is something happening in my country that I absolutely have to share.

Soon, Brazil will host presidential elections. These are the first elections since the impeachment of our last president Dilma Rouseff.

The leading candidate is currently Jair Bolsonaro. Bolsonaro is a man who has made racist, sexist, and homophobic claims such as, “I would rather my son die in a car accident than be gay,” and, “my sons would not date black women as they were well educated.” He even said to a woman that she was, “so ugly” that she, “didn’t even deserve to get raped.”

A few decades ago, when Brazil was under a military dictatorship, the government tortured many people for speaking out against the regime. Bolsonaro has said that, “their only mistake was not killing those people.”

However, something incredible has been happening.

A movement called Mulheres Unidas Contra Bolsonaro (Women United Against Bolsonaro) has been surfacing. The hashtag #EleNão (#NotHim) has been getting popular and gaining international attention.

Yesterday, women all over Brazil (and the world!) protested against Bolsonaro.

Here are some pictures.

São Paulo, Brazil:

Rio de Janeiro, Brazil:

Ilhéus, Brazil:

Cuiabá, Brazil:

Porto Alegre, Brazil:

Brazilians living abroad also joined the protests!

Zurich, Switzerland:

Madrid, Spain:

Melbourne, Australia:

New York City, US:

Protests occurred in over 62 cities around the world.

Even if you’re not Brazilian, please share this post! Show your support and raise awareness of the movement!

It's Always the Quiet Ones. [Part 2]

Pairing: Andrew! Peter Parker x Fem!Reader.

Warnings: no smut yet, lots of fluff though.

Summary: Peter was surprisingly sweet, and much much more.

PART 1. PART 3.

Of course he won the bet, but in your defense the fatigue of not having a breakfast made you weaker. You couldn't even finish the cheeseburger, and had to bring the left overs home.

So there you were, in front of your mirror, on your underwear; half of your apartment undone from the moving, indecisive on what to wear. This was your first date, or was it a date? It was kind of a date.

Worst was, you didn't even know where he was taking you, or if you would enjoy it. All you knew was that he was kinda too appealing yesterday, and that you had impulsively agreed to something you never did. You were too prideful to call him and tell him no.

Was this a dress situation? It was kinda cold outside... Maybe if you tried that layering technique it would make it look more casual... Or maybe some jeans and a sweater would do just fine...?

There was a knock on your door. You inhaled, horrified.

Between the things you left on top of your bed was a crochet dress; didn't really scream 'casual' but it would take you three seconds to put it on and it would cover all the essential parts.

"I'm coming!" you yelled, realizing that if you slid those uggs on your feet it wouldn't look like you had been deciding what to wear for the last hour. "Just a sec!"

You accommodated the end of your dress, took the coat resting on your couch, put the keys, the wallet and the phone inside the small purse hanging on your door and you opened it.

"Hi..." you greeted, overly excited.

Behind a bouquet of flowers, his face was smiling. He noticed your hair was still wet, and a pair of pants was thrown over the tv just behind you, but he chose not to tease you about it.

"Shall we go, then?" he asked, offering you his arm and the bouquet.

"That would be nice" you agreed "But I should put these orchids on some water first."

"They're orchids?"

"Yup, my mom used to have them in her garden." You casually explained, and just to add something else, you said: "Did you know they were given in ancient Greece to show virility?"

Peter raised his eyebrows, you blushed, cringing, and taking out the biggest glass you owned to pour some water in it.

He chose to enter, feeling awkward standing on the doorway.

"I-They were the only ones the lady had... I asked for roses but..."

"I'm not that fond to roses, once I fell into a rosebush and got thorns stuck all over. It was awful..." you turned around, seeing that face on him then again. He stared at you in some kind of disbelief "I'm sorry, am I talking to much? I'm... I'm nervous."

He licked his lips, shrugging. "I think it's cute"

You blinked once, twice, looked down and gripped the bouquet now inside the glass of water "You weren't this much of a flirt in high school."

"I didn't meet that many pretty girls in high school."

"You met me."

And for once you looked up to his face. It was brief, a tiny fragment of a second that was enough for realization. You liked him, didn't you? You used to have a crush on him and that was why you accepted working with him every single school project. For him, everything made sense now.

"Okay then, let's go." you shyly spoke, walking to the door. He followed right behind you, smiling more every second that passed by "Where are we going, by the way?"

"Oh, nowhere specific. I just wanted us to have a nice evening together"

"Oh, then I'm definitely overdressed" You turned around to look at him, anxious "Aren't I?"

"I don't think so, you look amazing."

A warm feeling arose on your chest, to which you gently looked down and breathed in. He could hear your heartbeat raising, though. He could almost touch the butterflies.

"What do you like to do on dates, my dearest Y/N?" Peter asked, playfully taking your hand to spin you around once in the street "Watch movies? Dine somewhere...?"

"I... Don't really go on dates" you explained carefully, not wanting him to think low of you "I had a boyfriend during summer though, but we didn't really go out. We videocalled, mostly."

You thought he'd gasp and inquire, but he looked almost as if he knew about this already.

"What do you like to do on dates, Peter?" it was your turn to ask, infected with that playfulness of his.

"Well, I haven't had that much luck with the ladies" he answered, shrugging "But I'd love to stargaze..."

"If only we weren't in New York." you sympathized. He nodded, accomplice. "Good thing I know a similar option, but instead of looking up... We look down."

He never let go of your hand. You realized now that you wanted to take his; it was already in yours. He probably held your hand when he spun you around and then chose to not let it go.

That made your heart get out of your ribcage and come back in.

So you held it tight, and quickly walked to that one place you knew since you were little.

It wasn't close, but the walk—accompanied by Peter's fun anecdotes—was more than welcomed to your date.

Your body language became a traitor to the way you tried to keep your composure. You quickly quieted your laughs, yet your thumb had been caressing his hand the last fifteen minutes. You kept your compliments safe inside your mind, yet you smiled every time he threw a joke, and it didn't matter how bad it was.

You avoided eye contact, yet your body had been so close to his this whole time he just wanted to push you into the nearest empty place you encountered and make sure you knew how good he could make you feel.

And after going up a fire escape, you had finally arrived.

"This is it."

He hadn't been there before, but he understood what you meant immediately. Being Spiderman, he had met many places that looked like this; and from there, looking down into the city it was as if seeing a night sky, only that the number of stars were multiplied by a million.

"It looks better during Christmas, though. But this is a really busy street, so it doesn't matter the hour, you can always catch the lights."

He definitely had seen better views, taller buildings. He knew how magical the lights of the cars and the streets could look once you had finally reached a quiet place in New York City; but there was something about this moment that made him cherish it.

This was your place, this was personal; this was an experience close to the one he wanted to have, and you wanted to share it with him.

"It's beautiful" he said, but he didn't mean the crowded view.

And you nodded, lacking words.

He admired you, looking so impressed by the immensity of the city that had been there, around you, ever since you were born.

"I guess it's always the quiet ones..." he started to say, giving a few steps closer to you. You quirked a brow "You know, the ones with the better stories."

"I'm definitely not quiet" you laughed.

"Compared to me you are" he whispered, a smile on his face that hadn't been erased ever since you left your apartment "But you do these kind of things where you tell me so many things..."

"Like telling you the greek rituals for fragile masculinity...?"

"No...!" he laughed "Like when you bring me to the most mundane place because you want me to see the stars and we're in the middle of New York, so all you can show me is a city that should have bored you by now, but through your eyes" And the milisecond he took to lick his lips and stare into yours was enough to let you know he wasn't returning home tonight "...Through your eyes is the most spectacular thing you've ever seen."

"Your choice of words it's pretty lame" you mocked him, making him snort "But the sentiment counts, that was really nice."

The look he gave you could mean a million things, but you didn't have enough time to analyze it because doing it meant getting nervous, and you were having such a lovely night that all you wanted was sit there and enjoy.

And that's how he softly got behind you, surrounded your shoulders with his arms and rested his head on top of yours.

A/N: I promise the next part will contain the smut, I just wanted to make the tension a little bit stronger. Please don't kill me.

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