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This picture has been circulating all over social media and I have more to add:

Delete all period cycle tracking apps off your phone today.

Do not tell anyone why you want to take your trip, especially over text/apps.

Do not tell anyone the real state/destination of your trip.

Have everyone on your trip turn off their phones. Use written directions or a burner phone. Do not use burner phone to open any personal apps. Dispose of after trip.

Only use cash while purchasing ANYTHING on your trip.

Take “vacation” photos to post later. Be cautious of geo-tags/only post screenshots of the original photos.

Some people might say this is being extra or overly precautious, but this really is the reality we are facing. People have been imprisoned with murder charges in certain states- some for literal miscarriages. If you are a person that ends up in this situation, the state can and will use your data against you as evidence in court. Do not leave a paper trail. If they want to treat us like criminals, we’re gonna move like criminals.

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THE PIRATES 2: GOBLIN FLAG // Hangoong, the ace archer who never misses a target

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same tracks, different trains

summary : I don’t really know what this is. It’s sort of a retelling of Apollo and Artemis without the whole sibling thing lol. This isn’t a ship fanfic or anything, I just noticed the coincidences between Baekhyun’s Bambi mv and IU’s Lilac mv. I may do a version from IU’s point of view if anybody sees this and wants that.

genre: fluff, slight angst maybe idk

word count: 1k

     The night sky remains dark and gloomy, the rain clouds blocking out the shine of the moon upon the passing land. The blades of grass look more like a murky green ocean as the train whips by. A man has reclined across the roof of the train, not having to worry about falling off. Baekhyun was doomed to ride the train for eternity, the gods explaining it was his birth-given job to bring about the night. He didn’t openly complain as most thought of it as a lucky placement. He had to remind himself that others were forced to fight for prestigiousness. However, the constant darkness made Baekhyun feel like he was stuck in a perpetual moment in time. Never moving forward. Never moving backward. Of course the Night Train, which doubled as his home and prison, moved across the land, but Baekhyun remained stagnant.

     It felt as though the night had strapped itself to Baekhyun’s back, and he could feel it crushing his body as the years moved on. He was sure that if he were ever to be relieved of his duty, there would be dark bruises splattered across his back. But it would be a long time before the Gods allowed him to retire. The previous night bringer had personally created Baekhyun before he chose to return his soul to the night sky. Baekhyun had already devoted several centuries of his life to the Night Train, and he still had millennia to go. He tried not to let it get to him and make the best of his situation. Sometimes he’d study the constellations overhead and dream about reconfiguring them to anger the Gods. Other times he’d climb onto the roof of the train and drag his finger through the air, twirling rays of moonlight. Baekhyun also enjoyed immersing himself in a swarm of lightning bugs during summertime because he knew they could relate to his damnation of eternal night. If he was lucky, very lucky, he could catch the end of a sunset in the skyline ahead of him. The sliver of soft purple always reminded Baekhyun of her.

     Before Baekhyun was chained to his role, he was allowed to wander about no matter the time of day. He could barely remember that period of his life because he was only a few decades old at that point, but he held onto the idea that there was more to the world than darkness. However, the day came when Baekhyun was notified that the previous night bringer was too exhausted to assist with the change of day to night. He was instructed to arrive at the train station exactly at sunset. Not before. Not after. The Gods were precise like that. Baekhyun was young and excited to contribute to society, so he paid little mind to the warning. When he approached the platform almost half an hour early, he was shocked to see a woman about his age standing alongside the edge of the tracks. She was dressed opposite of his black suit, a light purple dress adorning her body.

     His stumbled footsteps alerted her to his presence, her head jerking in his direction. The two made eye contact, and time stopped. A stoppage of time was almost impossible to achieve in their world, usually requiring the help of several upper level gods. However, this pause needed no help or acknowledgement to occur. It was natural, almost like it was an accidental destiny. The pause was so quick, none of the Gods were even able to pick up on the slight shift. But Baekyun and the woman knew their souls were now intertwined. It clicked as to why the Gods didn’t want him arriving at the platform while the sun remained in the sky. They were juxtapositions of each other, crafted and raised for the same purpose. They were perfectly opposite and perfectly equal halves of a whole.

     Time resumed just as fast as it had stopped, and Baekhyun could hear the approaching roar of a train. The two young gods became aware that the universe would now be tearing them apart, never to meet again unless they became worthy of constellations. Baekhyun gently grasped her face, rubbing his cold thumbs across her blazing hot cheeks. His eyes frantically bore into hers, and he spat out, “The end of our lifetimes is an eternity away. I don’t know how I’ll wait that long.” The wind whipped across the platform, swirling her honeysuckle scent around Baekhyun. The Day Train was coming to a stop in front of the platform, and Baekhyun’s fingers didn’t seem to be loosening their grip. She stared back, but her eyes showed no signs of worry.

     Her voice spoke above the screech of the tracks behind her, “You won’t have to. I’ll come get you, I promise. You’ll know when it’s time.” She placed her hands atop his and savored the moment. The lovers tore apart from each other at the sound of opening doors. Her eyes danced upon his figure one last time before she turned to take her place on the train. Before any of the daylight nymphs, who were busy welcoming their new day bringer, could notice the man shrouded in black on the platform, the train took off from the station. As the train disappeared into the distance, Baekhyun noticed the darkening of the sky around him. His time was coming just as her’s had.  

     They had broken a rule. One that had never been uttered to them. One that kept the entire world in balance. Little did the Gods know, the scales had been tipped long ago. Although it had been centuries, Baekhyun kept his memory of the moment day and night met for the first time fresh in his mind. The day of their reconciliation was quickly approaching. As he sat atop the train, the smell of honeysuckle became more potent as time drove on. Baekhyun may appreciate the dark shades that engulfed him, but his fondness for lilac topped them all.

a/n: the ending is sorta maybe open to interpretation especially for those who love angst. but as the writer, I'd say it’s a happy ending lmaoo

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please donate to the palestinian children’s relief fund or any of these other organizations doing work in palestine! any little bit, even just $10, can help relieve some of the suffering under the settler-colonial occupation!

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Sending my love out to Muslims in New Zealand and worldwide in the wake of this tragedy.

<3

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Peter Pan

genre: fluff 

warnings: none besides childhood nostalgia 

A/N: first, this is a baekhyun drabble, and second, this is my first fluffy writing bc I’m usually in my deep dark feels!! also credit to the original gif creators

     He no longer sneaks through her window at twilight. Instead, he sneaks back underneath her bed sheets in the early morning. His day starts when most are still sound asleep. He sits on the roof gazing at the star that was once his home- the second star to the right, straight on till morning. When he laughs at her jokes or clumsy actions, the same star can be seen in his eyes. As he stares at the distant yet familiar star, he remembers the lost boys. They were his brothers that he lost by choice.

     His brothers had been with him for years, and he had never dreamed of leaving them. That was until he met her. He had lost many things when he chose to stay with her. His shadow no longer played games of cat and mouse and remained attached, unwavering, to his body. His confrontations with swashbuckling pirates and vengeful crocodiles were no more. He couldn’t swim with mermaids or dance with Tiger Lily. Worst of all, no matter how much faith, trust, or pixie dust he had, he couldn’t fly. It was a side effect of aging, of giving up childhood.

     However, he believed that all his gains outweighed his losses. He kept his innocence and playful joy. He learned to grow and adapt to her world- one she found plain and strict, but one he found more magical than his. He discovered the definition of family and his desire to start his own. He had access to libraries full of books that could give him the experience of action and adventure, all without leaving his place on the couch. He may have abandoned his tropical kingdom in a land of enchantment. But he gave it all up, with no regrets, for a small, London townhouse, full of love and wonder. He gave it all up for her. His Wendy.

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EVIL

genre: angst

warnings: talk about death and a morbid future? idk man

A/N: I was feeling in the mood for an angsty Junmyeon drabble. Also, credits to the gif creator.       

     He lies in a half dream state, with his bed sheets wrapped around his entire body. The heavy, patterned sheets protect him and warm his skin. Although he is beginning to fall asleep, he can’t help but think about the world’s greatest evil. He was born so small, light enough to be carried in his mother’s arms. Now, his hugs engulf his aging mother. The past couple years have been spent fretting over his music and its production. But he has become aware, that in a few years, that might not be his main priority. He was become too aware.

     One day, he will no longer be apart of his band. One day, he will have a family of his own. One day, his deep black hair will fade to gray. When he gets to that age, the age where his once perfect skin wrinkles and sags, will the boys he considers his brothers still be here? He doesn’t have to wonder if he will experience heartbreak, sickness, and death because he knows he will. But is he prepared? Can he handle having to bury his friends and family members? He prays that when he has children, they live long, healthy lives. He prays that his brothers stick by his side, even after they are no longer united by a contract. He prays that age doesn’t latch onto his hopeful and bright nature.

     For if it does, he will drown in a melancholic sea, wrapping around him like the bed sheets that surround him now. His eyes will dull, and the world around him will become black and white. However, he must mute these thoughts. For if he doesn’t, he will lie in a half dream state, with his bed sheets wrapped around his entire body. The heavy, patterned sheets constricting his lungs and binding his legs. Although he should be gasping for air, he can’t help but think about the world’s greatest evil. Time.

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walls of glass

A/N: A v short Jongdae drabble. 

Genre: angst (bc it’s spooky season) 

     She kept him in her basement, locked away behind walls of glass. He wasn’t allowed to leave the glass box. He could only be hers, and she needed to convince him to make her his. He knew nothing about the girl. Yet, she knew everything about him. She had heard his voice, memorizing his favorite phrases. She paid close attention to his body, noting every detail. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw a map of every mole that graced his skin. However, when he closed his eyes, he saw darkness. Occasionally, visions of his family and friends would run across his mind. He may even envision a future where he has escaped the glass box. But eventually, the darkness paints the inside of his eyelids once more. The fear forced his eyes to remain closed, allowing him to find solace in the darkness. Because if he were to open them, he would see her watching him through walls of glass.

A/N: My teacher want me to turn this into a sonnet BUT I DON’T WANT TO MAKE IT RHYME BC IT MAKES IT LESS SPOOKY although i do love a good rhyme scheme 

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He’ll Never Know

A/N: A Chanyeol drabble of sorts. 

Genre: angstish, idk  

When he’s in any room, he has no idea that the world around him disappears. Even if he opened the door, he wouldn’t know. His landscape is simply that- a landscape. It’s created just for him. The world truly does revolve around him. As he walks down a street and turns a corner, the street behind him disappears, and the street in front of him appears. The transition and materialization of pixels is too quick for him to notice. He never notices.

His life is a simulation, a game. Every person he meets, every friend he makes, they’re developed just for him. When he’s by himself, he thinks his friends are out living their own lives, simply existing. In reality, they’re nowhere. They may look and act human, but they’re actually layers of realistic pixels. Computer controlled designs with no true feelings. When he tells his mother that he loves her, she tells him she loves him too. She doesn’t. She can’t. She’s not real. She’s simply programmed to respond that way. When he steps on stage to perform, the crowd cheers and chants his name. His band members, his brothers, embrace him. They smile and tell him to look at what their hard work has led to. But none of it is real. His career. His hard work. His fans. His brothers. All fake, designed by a person behind a computer. And he’ll never know.

A/N: This is based on a prompt my teacher gave me in class the other day, so it’s a little rushed. But I liked it in its raw form, so here it be. If you read this, thanks!

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Water Fall

Yixing’s entrance into the world of superheros was actually a complete accident, literally.

It was a rainy, Wednesday morning, and he was already late for his European Architecture class. I guess you could blame the fog or the slick roadway, but as he sped across the Brockdale Bridge (the town’s one and only bridge), he collided with a hydroplaning car from the oncoming lane.

Yixing had no time to react before his car was shoved over the guardrail and off the bridge.

His mangled car began to barrel roll in the air as it fell towards the lake below. CD's, water bottles, and papers flew around his car, hitting him in the face and body. Strangely, all he could think of as he tumbled closer and closer towards his death was, “Good thing I’m wearing my seat belt.”

When his car hit the water, he felt nothing. No pain, no holy ascension to heaven. Nothing until… it was like something was grabbing onto every hair on his body in attempts to pull them all out. He felt himself being pulled forward by his skin. He felt a rush of water slam into his body, as if he had been thrown into a washing machine. The water swirled and gargled, foamed and bubbled.

Then, the top of Yixing’s head broke through the water, the rest of his body following. Yixing felt no fear, only calm. He had never been baptized, but he assumed this is what it felt like.

Yixing’s body was clammy, but his clothes and hair were dry. His head whipped side to side to evaluate how he had not died. He was sitting on top of the Brockdale Bridge, next to the car that had hit his. He thought, “If this is Hell, it’s not very good.”

The front of the car next to him was virtually gone, all of the metal being crushed or torn off. Although he was in a daze, he stood up and peered into the driver’s window. To Yixing’s surprise, the female driver was slumped against the wheel of her car. Her eyes were closed, but her back was rising with her every slow breath. The front of hair was matted with blood.  

Yixing didn’t even pause to consider the risks. He began to tear at the driver’s side door. The crumpled metal wouldn’t budge. The more Yixing pulled, the more he felt a burning sensation in the back of his head.

Suddenly, a stream of water shot from the hair follicles in Yixing’s arms. The water twisted into ropes, wrapping around the car door and yanking it off its hinges. Out of shock, Yixing leaned over and puked. After wiping his face with his shirt, Yixing slid his arms underneath the girl’s body and lifted it from the car. He laid her on the concrete next to the car, making sure not to place her near his vomit.

Yixing tucked a strand of the girl’s hair behind her ear to get a better look at the gash on her forehead. His hands almost recoiled when he realized he recognized the girl’s face. She sat two seats in front of him in his European Architecture class, the very one he was rushing to get to just before the crash. Yixing wondered what she was doing heading away from their local university, when class was just about to begin.

Yixing was stirred from his thoughts when he felt the girl’s dainty fingers wrap around the hand holding her hair. Yixing’s head jerked down to the girl’s face, their eyes meeting for the first time ever. Her lips trembled, and she whispered, “Yixing?” His name had never been said with such confusion and astonishment. She had sworn she saw his car fall off the edge of the bridge. She hadn’t meant to hydroplane into his car. Was she dead? Was she concussed and delusional?

Before either of them could discuss the unbelievable aspects of their crash and rescue, the sound of sirens filled the air. Yixing frantically searched for the emergency vehicles, thinking, “Well shit, how am I going to explain this mess?”

The answer came to him in the form of the girl’s voice. “Go! Go now. I’ll make something up.” Yixing hesitantly lowered the girl’s head onto the road. He shyly gestured to the pile of puke a few feet away from them, as his DNA was now at the scene. The girl replied, “I’ll tell them it’s mine…I owe you.”

As Yixing turned to leave, he looked at the bloodied girl and whispered “Thank you.” His eyes scanned for an escape route, when it came to him. When he had emerged on the bridge, he was sitting as if he were in the seat of his car. Yixing’s feet rushed to the edge of the bridge, and he leaned over the edge of the bridge. Then, Yixing jumped.

Yixing plummeted towards the lake for the second time that morning. He squeezed his eyes shut as he approached the water, hoping he was right. If not, he really was going to die today. He hit the water on his back, feeling the hair-pulling, water-rushing sensation all down his spine.

Yixing felt goosebumps rise on his arms, and he gasped for air. His eyes shot open to see the dark gray sky above. He didn’t even notice that he was laying on the muddy sand surrounding the lake because his eyes had locked with hers. She was standing on the bridge, gripping the guardrail with the hand that had held his only minutes earlier. The emergency responders were just now arriving, taking in the crash site. As they rushed to her aid, she whispered, “No, Thank you.” Yixing knew. He knew this wasn’t the last time he would use his powers. He also knew this wasn’t the last time he would talk to her.

A/N: This is my first post on Tumblr, but I’ve been on here for ages. Idk if anyone will read this, but I’m cool with whatever the outcome is. This was inspired by Yixing’s new ad with Biotherm Homme. Just the visuals of him falling into the water... oof god bless. Thanks! 

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The original post only has US helplines. I've added UK helplines underneath. It would be great if people could add numbers from everywhere in the world.

Depression Hotline: 1-630-482-9696

Suicide Hotline: 1-800-784-8433

LifeLine: 1-800-273-8255

Trevor Project: 1-866-488-7386

Sexuality Support: 1-800-246-7743

Eating Disorders Hotline: 1-847-831-3438

Rape and Sexual Assault: 1-800-656-4673

Grief Support: 1-650-321-5272

Runaway: 1-800-843-5200, 1-800-843-5678, 1-800-621-4000

Exhale: After Abortion Hotline/Pro-Voice: 1-866-4394253

Child Abuse: 1-800-422-4453

UK Helplines:

Samaritans (for any problem): 08457909090 e-mail jo@samaritans.org

Childline (for anyone under 18 with any problem): 08001111

Mind infoline (mental health information): 0300 123 3393 e-mail: info@mind.org.uk

Mind legal advice (for people who need mental-health related legal advice): 0300 466 6463 legal@mind.org.uk

b-eat eating disorder support: 0845 634 14 14 (only open Mon-Fri 10.30am-8.30pm and Saturday 1pm-4.30pm) e-mail: help@b-eat.co.uk

b-eat youthline (for under 25's with eating disorders): 08456347650 (open Mon-Fri 4.30pm - 8.30pm, Saturday 1pm-4.30pm)

Cruse Bereavement Care: 08444779400 e-mail: helpline@cruse.org.uk

Frank (information and advice on drugs): 0800776600

Drinkline: 0800 9178282

Rape Crisis England & Wales: 0808 802 9999 1(open 2 - 2.30pm 7 - 9.30pm) e-mail info@rapecrisis.org.uk

Rape Crisis Scotland: 08088 01 03 02 every day, 6pm to midnight

India Self Harm Hotline: 00 08001006614

India Suicide Helpline: 022-27546669

Kids Help Phone (Canada): 1-800-668-6868, Free and available 24/7

suicide hotlines;

Argentina: 54-0223-493-0430

Australia: 13-11-14

Austria: 01-713-3374

Barbados: 429-9999

Belgium: 106

Botswana: 391-1270

Brazil: 21-233-9191

China: 852-2382-0000

(Hong Kong: 2389-2222)

Costa Rica: 606-253-5439

Croatia: 01-4833-888

Cyprus: 357-77-77-72-67

Czech Republic: 222-580-697, 476-701-908

Denmark: 70-201-201

Egypt: 762-1602

Estonia: 6-558-088

Finland: 040-5032199

France: 01-45-39-4000

Germany: 0800-181-0721

Greece: 1018

Guatemala: 502-234-1239

Holland: 0900-0767

Honduras: 504-237-3623

Hungary: 06-80-820-111

Iceland: 44-0-8457-90-90-90

Israel: 09-8892333

Italy: 06-705-4444

Japan: 3-5286-9090

Latvia: 6722-2922, 2772-2292

Malaysia: 03-756-8144

(Singapore: 1-800-221-4444)

Mexico: 525-510-2550

Netherlands: 0900-0767

New Zealand: 4-473-9739

New Guinea: 675-326-0011

Nicaragua: 505-268-6171

Norway: 47-815-33-300

Philippines: 02-896-9191

Poland: 52-70-000

Portugal: 239-72-10-10

Romania: 0800-801-200

Russia: 8-20-222-82-10

Spain: 91-459-00-50

South Africa: 0861-322-322

South Korea: 2-715-8600

Sweden: 031-711-2400

Switzerland: 143

Taiwan: 0800-788-995

Thailand: 02-249-9977

Trinidad and Tobago: 868-645-2800

Ukraine: 0487-327715