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Kansas Sen. Steve Fitzgerald compares Planned Parenthood to Nazi death camp

On March 8, Kansas Sen. Steve Fitzgerald fired off an ungrateful missive after receiving a thank you note from Planned Parenthood Great Plains. 

One of Fitzgerald’s constituents made a donation to the health care provider in the senator’s name, a donation he did not appreciate because, in his estimation, Planned Parenthood is on par with Dachau, the first death camp established in Nazi Germany.

 "This is as bad — or worse — as having one’s name associated with Dachau,“ Fitzgerald wrote Planned Parenthood Great Plains, in a letter the organization tweeted. Read more (3/14/17 9:33 AM)

I think everybody knows what to do.

Mrs. Porter's 2nd Grade Class Survey

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please take Mrs. Porter’s 2nd grade class survey I want these children to get lots of responses & be surprised

Young Hollywood (Chapter 3)

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Chapters: 3/15

Pairings: Billy/Teddy, background Tommy/Kate.

Rating: Explicit M/M, No Archive Warnings Apply.

Summary:

The fake dating / Hollywood AU coming to you live from New York Los Angeles, it’s Saturday Wednesday night! Erik Lehnsherr runs half of Hollywood, and Emma Frost is not getting paid nearly enough to handle his former-child-star grandsons. Teddy is tired of being known only for the way he fills out jeans.

Chapter Three: Because a terrible dress rehearsal is supposed to guarantee a great performance. Right? 

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All art and most of the inspiration by the ever-fabulous @cris-art​, who has been my muse and my delight through the writing process.

Many thanks go to @mytsunami for advice and corrections on Rroma culture and dialects; your help was invaluable.

If you want to see the whole thing early, or just feel like supporting my writing addiction, find me on Patreon.

ngl. Everyone needs to read this. Don’t give a toss whether you know who the Young Avengers are (though you should because they’re great); Ardatli’s writing is always superb and this is no exception!

Get outside for at least an hour, the Dr said.

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Get outside for at least an hour, the Dr said. You’ll feel better, she said. (at Scottish Borders)

The noble tradition of the plastic Vuvuzela to be Really Fucking Disrupting of, well, anything, real

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I don’t think people in the US got this as much as we did over here in Europe and the rest of the football (as opposed to hand-egg) loving world. But this:

is a vuvuzela. The football loving (or just tolerating, or culturally affected by) world met these things en masse during the 2010 World Cup in South Africa. They were mass produced, they were fucking everywhere. They sound like this:

Over wide open terrain, perfect to summon your people for say, village council, which was what the original instrument was apparently used for. The plastic mass produced thing, in close terrain, is perfect to make it impossible for anybody to hear themselves think, let alone speak. Could it be perfect to disrupt a nazi, for instance if you are not able, for whatever reason, to punch him in the face? My friends, it just might be. Because these things were so heavily mass produced, at one point they couldn’t give them away. There is almost certainly still bunches of them sitting around waiting for the opportune moment, and the opportune moment is now.

If you’re someplace where nazis come to hate speechify (campus etc) get one. You don’t have to be super close for these things to be super effective, which is helpful if you’re not willing/able to get close up in somebody’s face - the damn things are just as disruptive from ten metres away.

It’s Vuvuzela revival time.

(Alternatively, I’ve seen collapsible ones on ebay and aliexpress for $2.50 and free shipping. Just saying)

Do you want to be this cool? Only with minimal investment and musical talent?

Vuvuzela Uprising 2017

Irritating the living shit out of Nazis as praxis.

May we also suggest this, from the last time Trump came to Scotland?

(Following Donald Trump with a Tuba - starts at 1.15)

Also an option - the Sousaphone:

See above: how to be a Social Justice Bard

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Art by Hyung86.

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Reimagined Disney covers :)

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seananmcguire: tinybro: a random soulmate au idea i had, where...

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a random soulmate au idea i had, where a person has a mark/tattoo on their arm to represent their soulmate and it spreads as they grow up to incorporate different things that represent the person or have some significance to them and eventually you have a full sleeve tattoo and it’s neato.

(and just think of the potential shenanigans from people trying to interpret their tattoos. like “goddammit is this dog supposed to represent loyalty or do they just really fuckin love dogs??”)

Words are rare.

Images, sure, both abstract and photographic.  The lucky ones are the ones who get a literal portrait of their soulmate, something they can use as a point of comparison as they wander through the world, looking for their other half.  But words?  Actual, written words, worked into the body of the tattoo like they belong there?  Rare.  Almost, well, freakish.

Shaun’s words came in when he was three years old, standing out stark and black against the inside of his arm.  And even that might have been okay–might have been something they could write off as normal–if they hadn’t been written on both sides.  Two soulmates.  Two ways to divide his heart.  And two sets of words.  RISE UP WHILE YOU CAN on the right; WAS IT WORTH IT on the left.  The usual images surrounded them, but the words…

Oh, the words were how he knew that he was special, and how he knew that he was screwed.

By the time he was six, he knew two more things for sure: that he was never going to let George die, and that he was never going to wear short sleeves again.

By the time he was sixteen, he knew the words on his left arm were a lie, because there was no one else for him, no one else in the whole damn world.

By the time he was twenty-six, he knew that even liars can tell the truth, once in a while.

Words are rare.  But people who live in them so completely that they refuse to listen to anything else are rare, too.

Puffs are multiplying… #ravelry #hexipuff...

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