jesaminny

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[atelierwriting]

sunny haruko takamaki.

a part of her was happy that she had mark back. that was the part of her that is still clinging onto the past, refusing to let go, refusing to forget the days where they would turn their noses up at the private school boys of gainsborough academy and buy milkshakes down at joy’s diner after school. but the logical part of her - the part of her that had never quite forgotten what it felt like to be abandoned - remains skeptical. it’s almost too perfect, the way that mark has welcomed her into his little group. it’s almost too perfect, like he’s planned this from the very start.

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[whitepeopletwitter]

[thehoekage]

[airandangels]

it looks like his lecture series got more popular!

[silver-wield]

This is so frigging cute ❤️❤️❤️

[bellygangstaboo]

Reblog if you agree.

[nxs]

If you don’t reblog this unfollow me

[betterthanabortion]

“My body, my choice” only makes sense when someone else’s life isn’t at stake.

[fandomsandfeminism]

Fun fact: If my younger sister was in a car accident and desperately needed a blood transfusion to live, and I was the only person on Earth who could donate blood to save her, and even though donating blood is a relatively easy, safe, and quick procedure no one can force me to give blood. Yes, even to save the life of a fully grown person, it would be ILLEGAL to FORCE me to donate blood if I didn’t want to.

See, we have this concept called “bodily autonomy.” It’s this….cultural notion that a person’s control over their own body is above all important and must not be infringed upon. 

Like, we can’t even take LIFE SAVING organs from CORPSES unless the person whose corpse it is gave consent before their death. Even corpses get bodily autonomy. 

To tell people that they MUST sacrifice their bodily autonomy for 9 months against their will in an incredibly expensive, invasive, difficult process to save what YOU view as another human life (a debatable claim in the early stages of pregnancy when the VAST majority of abortions are performed) is desperately unethical. You can’t even ask people to sacrifice bodily autonomy to give up organs they aren’t using anymore after they have died. 

You’re asking people who can become pregnant to accept less bodily autonomy than we grant to dead bodies. 

[albinwonderland]

reblogging for commentary 

[generalmaluga]

But, assuming the mother wasn’t raped, the choice to HAVE a baby and risk sacrificing their “bodily autonomy” is a choice that the mother made. YOu don’t have to have sex with someone. Cases of rape aside, it isn’t ethical to say abortion is justified. The unborn baby has rights, too. 

[fandomsandfeminism]

First point: Bodily autonomy can be preserved, even if another life is dependent on it. See again the example about the blood donation. 

And here’s another point: When you say that “rape is the exception” you betray something FUNDAMENTALLY BROKEN about your own argument.

Because a fetus produced from sexual assault is biologically NO DIFFERENT than a fetus produced from consensual sex. No difference at all.

If one is alive, so is the other. If one is a person, so is the other. If one has a soul, then so does the other. If one is a little blessing that happened for a reason and must be protected, then so is the other. 

When you say that “Rape is the exception” what you betray is this: It isn’t about a life. This isn’t about the little soul sitting inside some person’s womb, because if it was you wouldn’t care about HOW it got there, only that it is a little life that needs protecting.

When you say “rape is the exception” what you say is this: You are treating pregnancy as a punishment. You are PUNISHING people who have had CONSENSUAL SEX but don’t want to go through a pregnancy. People who DARED to have consensual sex without the goal of procreation in mind, and this is their “consequence.” 

And that is gross. 

[thekaraokeninja]

^ THIS. This is this this THIS THIS THIS. THIS!!!!!

[updatepls-deactivated20180722]

This is probably the strongest and well worded/supported argument for abortion that I have ever read.

[dancinggrimm]

WHY THE FUCK HAS TUMBLR FLAGGED THIS?! i’M FUCKING FURIOUS!!!

[atlinmerrick]

Yep, this was flagged for me too. Which is why I’m going to reblog it several time until Tumblr implodes.

[coreywankenobi]

Is it possible to be a fan of a fandom?

[literallyallie-blog]

Reblog every time

I love this so fucking much

[braincloud9]

I’m not even in this fandom

[jerk-bending]

I made a tumblr to reblog this gif.  Life complete.

[dracze]

ALWAYS REBLOG WATER TRIBE SWAG

[hecallsmepineappleprincess]

Always reblog

[korr-a-sami]

ITS BACK

[thatalfredpennyworth]

This fandom definitely has its duds but this post is proof that the majority of the members are amazing and imaginative

[aangarchy]

Can we just talk about how perfectly the sokka cosplayer imitated him? Like the graceful yet cartoony swirl and all

[rosiemissfandomchaos]

IT’S BACK IN THE END OF THE DECADE

[starfirexl]

Ajsjsbsbd HOW ARE THEY SO ON POINT!?!?!!

[knightoflodis]

The Sokka cosplayer spins in the wrong direction and it is bothering the fuck out of me.

[ace-pervert]

You’re right

[kristenbouchard]

bitches will bring a million things to do on a train ride or long car trip and then spend the entire time looking out the window and daydreaming. i’m bitches

[kristenbouchard]

bitches will plan a million things to do during self-isolation and then spend the entire time mindlessly scrolling through social media. i’m bitches

[victoriel-translations]

Test your colour vision

[obscene-queen]

IM A FUCKING MOLE

[obscene-queen]

i tried again and got dog HOW AM I AN ART KID

[jesaminny]

I got robot but half the time it was just instinct guessing 🤣

[queerspoons]

reblog if ur bi, ur not biphobic, or ur best friend is a beautiful valid bisexual

[longlostwaywardsister]

[tissuepaper-castlepaper-caddy]

Anyone who doesnt reblog this is immediately sentenced to eternal damnation

[jesaminny]

Aveleen Hiller Instagram

[jesaminny]

Sabina Wilder Instagram

[jesaminny]

THIS. IS. SABINA WILDER. AT. HER. HEART.

even if she doesn’t show it all the time

[jesaminny]

so...i haven’t been on tumblr in forever. and i haven’t written in forever. 

oops

[jesaminny]

just finished the infamous comic sans powerpoint presentation and boy am i tired. also i didn’t check this for spelling mistakes so just assume that i mean what makes the most sense. i think the original idea was from @incandescent-creativity . anyone who sees this please don’t be afraid to reblog!

[jesaminny]

aveleen hiller is such a queen and im sorry for everything I have put her through. really, she doesn’t deserve it. she should know that she is worth something.

-j

[forageables]

a list of quirks for characters to make them a little more interesting

doesn’t like to wear shoes

always has a piece of sugarfree gum in their mouth

has a collection of cartoon dvds

walks everywhere they go

only wears pastel colors

won’t go anywhere without three hairbands on their wrist

refuses to wear any shoes except red converse

has a crippling fear of something mundane like mushrooms

has a dream notebook filled with every dream they can remember

has a really loud sneeze and goes into sneeze fits

only wears vintage clothing

has damaged hair from messing with it too much

super good at advanced math but can’t do addition for shit

believes in the supernatural, like ghosts

likes to go on midnight shopping trips and run through stores

gets too emotionally attached

loves dogs and has three of them

has hallucinations, but not scary ones

works at a fast food establishment in their free time

always carries a musical instrument with them

always carries a sketchbook with them

likes to name inanimate objects

strictly against drug use

excessively polite

excessively indecisive

can recite the first 200 digits of pi

can only play clocks by coldplay on the piano and plays it 24/7

gets itchy skin when anxious

has to move things around in a certain pattern before going to sleep

worries that if they do one thing wrong they’ll die

obsessed with puzzles

obsessed with rpg videogames

texts with one thumb

always has red painted nails

an amazing runner with super toned legs

has a beautiful voice

has restless legs, especially at night

has terrible performance anxiety

doesn’t like to turn assignments in because they’re afraid they’ll fail

loves science but is really bad at it

can/can’t make friends easily

likes to lie in fields and stare at the stars

believes that wishes can come true

falls deeply in love

bruises super easily

beautiful/horrible handwriting

ambidextrous

only likes nintendo games

only drinks sparkling water

doesn’t watch tv/listen to music

goes to concerts every week

likes slam poetry

likes to study in coffee shops/libraries

doesn’t understand politics but tries nonetheless

wears the same sweatshirt every day

collects sweatshirts

works three part time jobs

crazy intelligent but super shy

likes to memorize phone numbers instead of writing them down

loves to calculate probability

gets homesick very easily

wants to leave home very badly

trips a lot

can’t dance but tries anyway

brushes their teeth seven times a day

incredibly honest to a sometimes brash extent

only draws with mechanical pencils

only writes with pens

collects pens from hotels

wants to believe in heaven but can’t

watches a ton of anime

makes people cute nicknames

makes people origami

uses origami as a coping mechanism

owns a ton of t-shirts from hot topic, but has never been inside

makes all their own food

vegetarian/vegan/pescatarian

eats rice krispies every morning

does everything “for the aesthetic”

watches kids shows

goes to a private school

short term memory loss

loves disney movies

makes lists of random things in their free time

only eats foods with a spoon

only likes to wear skirts

never has their hair down

dyes their hair every two weeks

likes to collect pokemon cards

gets obsessed with games really easily

gives up too easily

gets their heart broken too often

has a mysterious disease

has a big social media following

tries too hard to be popular

likes to draw everything and everyone

can eat a whole lemon

listens to “edgy” music all the time

[alittlemuppetwrites]

a new writeblr on the block!

Hi! So this is something I’ve been meaning to do for a long long time but *insert many excuses* therefore it’s only been created today!

So first off:

I’m a 16 year old gal from little ol’ England

and my main blog is @dalec0oper (where I basically post the same twin peaks gif sets over and over)

Some fun facts about me are that 1. I’m a massive David Lynch fan (see above^^) 2. I’m a massive musical nerd and 3. I actually do resemble my profile picture??

What am I writing?

So my main book at the moment that I’m working on is a mess that is for now called “Life, Death And Other Everyday Occurrences” which is an odd YA mashup of murder mystery/supernatural/fantasy and romance about a pair of spirits who should be controlling life and death who have a bit of a mishap resulting in the loss of their powers leaving them stranded in a university campus which just so happens to be having a bit of an issue with a serial killer… it’s not something I enjoy explaining, shall we say?

My other book is a nameless fantasy disaster which involves a postbox and a wizard in the opening sequence so I don’t usually like to go further than that!

Please like or reblog this if you are a fellow writeblr, I absolutely love reading other people’s work so that would help a lot! Thank you :D!

[jesaminny]

your story sounds interesting!

-j

[jesaminny]

Sabina Drabble

Hope you enjoy this quick little piece! I got into the fall spirit, as where I am, it’s just starting to feel nice and cozy. Friendly reminder to vote if you live in the United States! Whoever you support, know that you have the power to make a difference this election day.

A chill swept through the air. It was a cool autumn morning, and rain lightly skittered down from the heavens. Songbirds trilled around the trees, dark and skeletal figures robed in rosy orange dresses, and the Wilder Pack busied about the camp to get ready for the day.

Sabina sat at her favorite viewpoint of camp, a small rocky outcropping that she always came to for thinking. Her legs hung over the edge, beating rhythmically on the grey stones like a drum. She had a lot to think about that day. Her fifteenth birthday was looming, and tradition dictated that she’d have to choose her position and duty for the pack. The problem was that she had no idea what she wanted to do at all. Even worse, her parents were the leaders, and all eyes were on her as future heir. Everyone seemed to expect her to be talented whenever she tried out a particular job, and she hated the way their eyes always seemed to have a disappointed edge to them afterwards, when they realized she was just an average girl. She knew that to be a good commander, she needed to earn respect through having an important role in the pack’s wellbeing. But she just couldn’t find any duty that she was good enough at to make an impact in. Her father wanted her to be a warrior, as he had been, and her mother suggested that she become a hunter, as she had been, but nothing seemed right. She just wished she had more time to find a role perfect for herself. She didn’t know what she wanted to eat for breakfast, let alone do for the rest of her life!

“What the scat!” Sabina screeched as she felt something slippery slide over her skin. She whipped around to find her younger brother Tula grinning wickedly from where he’d hidden himself behind her.

“Sorry!” he said, winking. “I didn’t think you’d get so scared!”

He wagged around in his hands a dead snake skin, which he must have gotten from one of the older hunters.

“You’re such an idiot!” She grabbed at the offending item in question, but he quickly dodged it out of the way and scuttled down from the rocks towards camp.

 And it would be easier to make a decision if she didn’t have an annoying little devil constantly bothering her.

“I’m totally not going to tell mom you haven’t sewn the clothes yet!” Tula’s voice came again.

Sabina cursed as she pushed herself up from the ground.

“You’re going to regret saying that!”

She raced down the slope, her legs snapping on and off the ground in quick succession. She could feel her long hair streaming behind her in the wind, and she beat her arms back and forth at her sides. Her muscles surged over fallen trees and stones, obstacles that a mere human might find troublesome, and her eyes pinpointed the small figure of her brother in the distance. He was still young and in development, so she knew he was wearing himself out through sprinting away from her. She could hear his heavy breaths from yards and yards away.

           She cut around a birch in her path, and veered off towards the right. She had a plan to get her revenge. Her feet dipped lightly onto the ground, as quiet as possible, and she sped her way around him, in an arc. When she heard him stop his movement, she ducked behind the frame of a rock. Peeking around it to get a better view, she could see him standing alone in the woods.

           His cheeks were blushed and his dark hair was mussed up on his head. His skin had a slight sheen of sweat. He opened his mouth, and she knew he was tasting the air for her scent.

           “I know you’re here, ‘Bina,” he said. He began to glance around the area, and took a few steps hesitantly to the right.

Sabina held still. She willed her shoulders and legs to stiffen to hold in place better, and changed her breathing to quiet it. She turned her head away from him. The rock was cold and sharp against her neck. Ahead of her, she could see rows and rows of blooming trees. To gauge Tula’s closeness to her, she angled her ears in his direction, and also took a taste of the breeze. Almost immediately, the flavor of spicy cinnamon came spiking up her nose. She could sense his changes in direction through reading the adjustments of his scent in the wind. He was closing in on her, but she knew his skills well enough that she was sure he wasn’t yet able to accurately tell where she was. He only had a general idea in his mind at this point. And judging from the crunches of leaves she could hear; his sightline was not one that had any chance of seeing her.

           “Sabina, stop hiding. I’m not an idiot, I know you’re here. Why don’t you just come on out now, huh? Afraid that I’m too quick for you?” his voice echoed over the quiet space.

           He paused for a moment. She knew he was right by her hiding place, but she was also confident in the fact that his weaknesses were clouding his judgement.

           Crunch. Crunch. She recognized the sounds of his steps. She smiled to herself, as she heard him move away from the rock she was behind.

           “I’m taking that silence as a yes-“ he began, and Sabina leapt over the rock and tackled him to the ground. A warm smash of bodies came as they wrestled amongst themselves in the fall leaves. Sabina smacked her leg against his as he tried to elbow her in the chest. She twisted her legs and-BAM! She had pinned him.

           She glanced down at him, and at his playful smile, she felt one come over her face as well. She slipped herself off of him and stood, brushing dirt away from her skin.

           “Good try, brother, but you overestimate your skills, and underestimate mine.”

He laughed, and held out a hand which she used to help him up.

           “You sure about that?”

She nodded in reply.

           “Then how about a race back to camp?”

And with that, he took off into the woods. Sabina shook her head, and gave a sigh. Then she hurried off to join him.

-j