#mic dropped

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“There was one performance this year that stunned me. It sank its hooks in my heart, not because it was good. There was nothing good about it. But it was effective and it did its job. It made its intended audience laugh and show their teeth. It was the moment when the person asking to sit in the most respected seat in our country imitated a disabled reporter, someone he outranked in privilege, power and the capacity to fight back. It kind of broke my heart when I saw it, and it still can’t get it out of my head because it wasn’t in a movie. It was real life. This instinct to humiliate, when it’s modeled by someone in the public platform, by someone powerful, it filters down into everybody’s life. Because it kind of gives permission for other people to do the same thing.” - Meryl Streep  (2017 Golden Globes)

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Brittany Broski and Trixie Mattel as Beffica Winklesnoot and The Journalist

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CALLOUT POST

@humzastudies • does not study • rude to friends • killed goku

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How religion actually supports abortion

 Alrighty, so first off, I’m a pro-choice Christian woman. One of the main argument of pro-lifers is that a fetus is alive and so abortion is murder. Assuming that a fetus is alive since conception, this argument still doesn’t make sense. Trees are alive, but no one calls it murder when we cut down 13 million hectacres of forest per year. Now, you may say that trees don’t have souls, they are just alive in scientific terms. No one knows for sure, but the general consensus seems to be no. Then we have animals, which is definitely very debatable about whether or not they have souls and should be protected. But still, no one knows for sure.

So why, when it’s a fetus, do we assume it has a soul just because it is scientifically considered alive? We don’t do this with other organisms. So why do we assume God has given a soul to a fetus that isn’t even born yet, and could very well die if not from abortion then from a miscarriage or birth complications? It makes no sense. If God knows everything that ever has or ever will happen, then why would he give a soul to something that’s going to die before it can even go through the test of life anyway? Many people that claim to have gone to the afterlife have discovered that our time here on earth is meant as a test to see how we live our life. Giving a soul to a fetus that God knows will be aborted is like signing a kid up for a test they didn’t study for, and also knowing that they won’t take the test anyway.

But if abortion is murder simply because the fetus is alive, then why aren’t you saving the forests and literally every other single living thing on earth? This includes not washing your hands, your clothes, or your house, because organisms live there too.

Not only this, but the reason that God created humans in the first place is because he wanted to give us free will. He wanted us to be able to choose our own lives and whether or not to worship him. The existence of choice is literally why we exist. God is pro-choice. He has been ever since humans existed.

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Attitude || Drabble ||

+ Not going to lie, Lucas inspired the teacher. +

Dezerae never went to school. She abhorred the very idea of sitting still for any length of time while some old, desperate and dead-end teacher spouted information she'd never use at her. Often times, Dez would just skip; there was no point in school if she could go out and work now, while she didn't have to pay bills. She could just save the money up for her future Sword Fighting studio.  

But, her psychiatrist insisted, and what was the point of finished homework cluttering up her bag when she could have handed the burden to her teachers? So, Dez tugged her hood up, tried to comb her bangs away, and headed into the main office. "I'm Dezerae Syros, and I need my schedule." She grumbled. The secretary smiled politely at her and nodded, finding her name in the system and printing out a color-coded schedule, explaining where everything was when she handed it to the teenager. "Thanks," Dez mumbled and worked her way to the class she needed to be in. And if she had gotten lost once or twice on her way, no one had to know. Dezerae opened the door to Psychology and Human Natures 101 silently, but the movement of the door caught the teachers attention and he looked over. He. Dez took an intake of breath, slow and steady, as she tensed and threw her walls up. Dezerae handed over an excused tarty note to the man and went straight to the back of the class, setting her things down and crossing her arms. "Well, Alright then. Welcome to Psychology, Dezerae." She gave a grunt in response. "If you could just pull your hood down, Dezerae, I'd appreciate it." "It's against my religion," She lied. "What, Satanism?" One of the kids in front of her whispered. "Well, if I was a Satanist, I can assure you, you'd be the first virgin Sacrafice, there, guy." The class snorted, even the teacher. But before anything else could be hissed, the teacher clapped his hands together, "Alright, Alright. Back on Dopamine. Now, what is it? Can anyone tell me?" Dezerae knew this, she knew probably the whole cirriculum. Having lived on the move for so long, books had become a fast form of entertainment, and whatever she could grab, Dezerae read. So, she tuned out and instead studied her teacher. He was a broad man with a slightly rounded stomach, whether from his perfect posture or a love of food, Dezerae wasn't sure. His hair was floppy, styled across his forehead enough to expose the semblance of his eyebrows, glasses perched on his Roman nose. He had an open face, a wide smile with sharp cheekbones, and she guessed he could be considered handsome. When his gaze was transfixed on Dezerae and his mouth wasn't moving, Dez guessed he had asked her a question. "Sorry, I completely tuned out. What?" The teacher chuckled and the noise wasn't teasing or annoyed, but actually humored and good-natured. "Honesty is a good trait to have, and I'm glad you have it. Can you tell me the effect drugs have on the human mind?" "Nope." "And why is that?" "I don't feel like it." This time the teacher gave her a look, "Dezerae, if you're going to be here, please participate." With a shrug, Dez picked up her bag, "Later, then." Dez left the room, but instead of hearing the door close behind her, she heard footsteps, and whirled around when a hand landed on her shoulder. Dezerae smacked his hand off of her, "Don't you ever fucking touch me again, got it?" She snarled. "You said if I was going to be in there, I'd need to participate. If I'm not, I don't have to." "Dezerae, I know you're going through a hard time - " And there it was. Of course he knew, everyone must have. He saw her just as everyone else did, as a broken little girl, as a bat-shit crazy young woman, as a savage beast with no resemblance of being human. "Don't talk to me like I'm a basket case," Dezerae hissed, "Go back to your fucking room and talk at those lazy ass teenagers. Go on," She cooed, "I'll be out making myself some fucking money doing some hard-ass motherfucking manual labor." Dez kissed both of her fists, walking backwards towards the door. She flicked out her middle fingers, "Mic fucking dropped." And she left.