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i think next year one of the things i rlly wanna do more is experiment ........ trying out new things/mediums and maybe getting back into things i havent touched in a while!!! i rlly just wanna broaden my art skills and its fun!!
#i got a little list in my mind . sewing . 3d stuff . maybe coding mmmmand whatever else i find cool#sewing is one ive been wanting to do for a rlly long time...i got the materials and a machine so#ANDDD i got some experience in 3d animation hahehohoo (took a class for it and got rlly autistic abt it LOOL)#get ready to see 1 million losers in each of these btw#LOOOL
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it's hilarious how you state you don't want to argue "BeCaUsE i HaVe A lIfE" & then you proceed to argue. 🤣 some life you got there, huh? & btw, i never blocked you, you blocked me, so this so-called life of yours must basically just consist of arguing with a bunch of "abortionists" & proceeding to block them so they can't make their case.
i find the picture you shared to be incredibly interesting. the numbers i got are in america, because duh, that's where i live. if there are 2 million couples ready to adopt, then explain to me why there are consistently 400,000 children waiting for adoption in any given year? oh, wait, I can tell you that. the adoption system in america is shit. you basically have to be an ideal, stand up citizen in america in order to adopt, thus making it harder for already unwanted children to find loving homes. imagine what the numbers would be if abortion was abolished. if women were forced to proceed with pregnancies, regardless of what it does to their physical or mental wellbeing, the number of children in american foster care would EASILY be in the millions, especially given how many abortions occur each year.
https://www.acf.hhs.gov/cb/report/trends-foster-care-adoption
as you can see by the chart provided, over 600,000 children in america end up in foster care at least once every year, & the differences between adoption & children who remain in foster care is extremely vast.
https://adoptionnetwork.com/adoption-myths-facts/domestic-us-statistics/
this website provides in depth details between children in foster care & those who get adopted in america. this website also states that there aren't accurate statistics on how many people are waiting to adopt, but they estimate it to be 1-2 million. in other words, could be more, could be less. but the stats don't lie. 1-2 million waiting to adopt, 600,000+ children in the foster care system each year, over 100,000 adoptions a year, & only 2% of americans who do actually adopt. now YOU do the math.
i'm not pro-choice because i think abortions are cool, or whatever the fuck you seem to believe. most people who are pro-choice aren't. i care about the rights of women. if a woman gets raped & becomes pregnant, she shouldn't have to keep the pregnancy if it is too detrimental for her wellbeing. if a woman has medical issues that could kill her should she become pregnant & it ends up happening (especially if she was already being careful to begin with), then she shouldn't have to risk her life to carry a fetus that may or may not survive outside the womb. i am a woman who has a medical condition that, should i get pregnant, it would run the risk of killing both me AND my fetus, so i'd have no choice but to abort. but by your logic, who cares if the woman AND the fetus both die, just as long as it doesn't die by abortion. how stupid.
"if there are more willing to adopt couples than there are children to adopt, it means that abortion is unnecessary since these babies will ALWAYS have families to adopt them???"
obviously, by the statistics that i've shared, that's not true. if abortion gets abolished in america, MILLIONS UPON MILLIONS of children will be forced to stay in foster care. why don't you mull that one over a while, hm?
i find it even more interesting when losers find the need to bitch about politics in countries they don't even live in. what fuckin' difference does it make to you whether roe v. wade gets overturned or not?
Man...now you really do come off like a psychopath. 😳
Hun, I did you a favor by replying to your ask AFTER you accused me of blocking you "bEcAuSe i dIdnT hAvE ArGuMenTs", and now that I replied to one (1) ask, I don't have a life? ....babe, I'm not the one leeching on a blog I've been blocked from, writing salty long ass ask after being dragged & exposed at being unable to do a basic Google search LMAO. Your projection is astounding. I'm truly embarassed for you.
Replying to asks isn't arguing. You *wish* that I gave you that attention lmao. What's happening rn is you crawling into my askbox on anon after being blocked like a desperate troll loser and me handing your butt over LMAO
Your own numbers don't even work in your favor ; PLEASE USE YOUR BRAIN & YOU DO THE MATH AGAIN AND GRASP THAT 600,000 kids in foster care is still much lower than 1 MILLION couples wanting to adopt. WHAT'S.NOT.CLICKING? (and even if these numbers are even lower, it would still be MORE than the number of children in foster care - let's no forget couples wanting to adopt are estimated around 1 and 2 millions, stats don't say they could be as low as 600,000 though). Conclusion? You were wrong. PERIOD. Now take your L and leave it at that for your own sake.
You think you're really doing something stating that OnLy 2% cOuPleS dO adOpt🤪 ....yeah genius, that's precisely what I was talking about when I said the adopting system was a pain in the butt and that it should facilitated for those couples wanting to adopt but who can't because of these systemic flaws.
If abortion gets illegal and "millions upon millions kids" get in foster care there will still be parents to adopt them cause Newsflash there are regularly NEW parents willing to adopt. And even with no parent involved, it's still totally possible to improve the foster care system to let kids have a chance with life without being killed off because of reasons¯\_(ツ)_/¯
and we can even argue that with stricter abortion laws, unplanned pregnancy will lower bc adults with a brain will finally think twice before engaging in the act creating the potential to have a(n unwanted) child.
Fascinating how you seemingly see children like things to be accepted or not depending on conditions foreign to their existence ("as long as there are enough adopting parents", "as long as they are wanted", blablabla..). But the thing is.....in the end of day, the right to exist of humans is NON CONDITIONAL. There are always ways to accommodate life, regardless of what nihilistic abortionist sociopaths seemingly think.
If you have health issues and are scared of pregnancy then don't have one?? wtf. Do you think only healthy people give birth? Healthcare is the key of low death rate during delivery. My own sister has a genetic disease and she gave birth TWICE with no issue. Stop weaponizing health conditions to act like abortion was somehow safer (when it's not).
Also FYI ABORTION DOES ALSO HAPPEN IN MY COUNTRY, GENIUS. ABORTION ISN'T AN AMERICA ONLY ISSUE, SO I AM TOTALLY ENTITLED TO TALK ABOUT IT IF I WANT TO. I never talked about Roe v Wade so IDK what you're talking about.
I don't even want to address the retarded stale "pregnancy kills" argument. Not every country healthcare system is a shitty as the USA. In my country the death on pregnancy rate is 0.01% (80 deaths for 800,000 birth a year). So WoUlD yOu MuLl tHat dOwN for me? #statsdontlie
And FYI the narrative of killing babies to save a life has been debunked
All pro choicers like you pulling out this narrative sound so dumb and it truly shows you never truly bothered to look into how other countries' pregnancy care work to get some perspective on the matter. You are the ultimate losers for not bothering to educate yourselves beside your yankee lane. Get the heck over yourselves and ask yourself why others are doing better than you. Here's a clue: it doesn't involve murdering children🙃
#that's the last time I bother reading your stupid takes#always digging further into tragicness#your takes getting dumber and dumber#almost got a brain damage reading this#answered#pro life#abortion
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Fluffy hoseok drabble with "call me that one more time, see what happens"?? Please ^^ ur one of my favorite authors btw
Anonymous said: Drabble game #1! um theyre not numbered so “strike 3” + “picnics are for losers” +“you’re cute with glasses” highschool baseball!au
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↳ High School!Au, Baseball!Au "call me that one more time, see what happens" - “strike 3” - "picnics are for losers" - “you’re cute with glasses"
Words: 1.5kGenre: Fluff
The heat is sweltering. It beams down, making you squint your eyes while you rub your disgusting forehead drenched with sweat. It’s the worst. And it especially doesn’t help that your glasses keep sliding down your nose.
His hands are curled around the metal bat, pupils narrowed into the ball. The second that Jimin pulls back his arm and pitches, Hoseok is swinging. The ‘click’ sound is perfect, a flawless swing, barely short of a home run. Strange…
Jung Hoseok never misses a home run.
But you don’t get to dwell as the ball shoots and the impact sends vibrations up his arm. He throws down the equipment and takes off running. You’re ready to catch it, taking a step forward but the ball flies to the other side into the field. Your team is screaming at each other and you can only watch helplessly as Hoseok sprints to first base….second……and stopping right at yours.
“Hoseok! Run! Run!” Jin howls out through his throat, jumping up and down to the home plate.
One of your team members are still racing to pick up the ball. You look at Hoseok, ready to watch him dart past you but instead, he crouches down with his hands on his knees - catching his breath. “Nah.” He huffs out, waving his hand. “Won’t make it.”
You have the worst luck of life.
The high school that you went to made it a requirement to join at least one extracurricular activity. You had heard that the baseball club gave out free food…so, like any sane person, you joined. Only when you were in too deep, you had found that the seniors lied. The rumours were purely used as incentive to join, a devious way to reel in unsuspecting freshmens. But okay…you can cut them a little bit of slack…they were low on members and would’ve had to shut down otherwise.
Now, you’re standing directly under the sun, without free food, assigned as the position of third baseman. Fuck. The coach had immediately recognized your quick reactions and strong arms. Before you could’ve protested, he had dragged you to the base.
However, your bad luck doesn’t end there.
“Hey there, bunny.”
For Jung Hoseok coincidentally goes to the high school as you. Though you prayed to a million gods, they simply laughed and mocked you from above. They gave you the last thing you wanted - his crystal. clear. memories of you in elementary.
“Call me that one more time, see what happens.“
He took every goddamn opportunity to tease you, calling you ‘bunny’ because of the times you used to chase down rabbits at your school (which led to a huge incident of you going off school grounds, nearly getting kidnapped until a teacher came running and the police were called. Also, another incident of you getting bit on your ankle and almost contracting rabies. But that’s besides the point).
If that wasn’t enough, he’s in the same club as you are. Now you’re forced to be with him three times a week, after school for two hours and that’s aside from the times you run into him in the hallways or see him in class.
“Aw, c’mon Y/N.” He beams at you with a huge grin, somehow energetic after practically running the entire field. “Don’t be like that.”
You dart your head to him with a glare. He winces with a pout, tightening his lips together.
The two of you watch as Namjoon steps up to the plate with the bat. This can’t end well is your first thought. The kid’s so big yet clumsy that one of the first days, everyone immediately learnt his name - how could they not when he hurled the ball straight into the coach’s crouch?
“So…..” Hoseok scratches the back of his neck. “Are you going to the picnic tomorrow?”
Right….you forgot. The club was going to have special additional practice on the weekend at some park. They called it a picnic to make things more exciting but it would be a grueling day under the sun for four fucking hours until you could munch on some sweating, squashed egg sandwiches.
“I don’t know.” You sigh out, looking away as you watch Namjoon swing the ball.
Taehyung cries out. “Foul!”
Technically you do know. You have no choice but to go. It’s not like you’re a big enough asshole to skip out on the mandatory picnic; force another teammate to take your position. And if you’re being quite honest with yourself, you’re starting to enjoy the sport. You don’t mind at all.
By answering that way, short and spitting out the words, you’re honestly just being snippy with him. You pray he gets the message not to further the conversation.
He doesn’t. “Ha. I know right….” Hoseok hesitates, looking down at his feet as he kicks the red sand. “Picnics are for losers.”
It’s painful to watch Namjoon. “Strike one!”
“Actually…” You inhale a breath. “I’m going.”
“O-oh. That’s great! I mean….yeah…picnics aren’t for losers.”
“Uh huh.”
Hoseok is a natural at baseball. You distinctly remember him heading off to the ball field every recess to play with a bunch of his friends. While you were off on the hills, having an odd obsession with the fluffy rabbits and chasing them down, once in awhile you would stop to watch him. Whether he was pitching, batting or trying to catch - he was always good. Back then, he was a tiny boy not much taller than you with dirt stains on his cheeks. But now, he was much bigger in stature, his rounded face traded in for a sharper jawline and a pretty nose. For god’s sake, even the sweat the dripped from his forehead down to his chin made him look good. It was so unfair.
Boys like him…boys in high school should be in the middle of puberty, awkward limbs and cracking voices, blemished skin and uncertainty lingering in all actions. But here he was with a smile that shined as brightly as the sun, his skin glowing with a perfect tan…ugh. The kid’s impossible.
“Strike two!”
“Sorry.” He breaks the silence, stealing a glance at your profile.
“I thought we said we weren’t going to bring this up again.” You narrow your eyes, scowling at him. In response, he sheepishly smiles at you.
Hoseok is the sunshine, motivation and enthusiasm that makes up for the times when everyone’s miserable or exhausted. Ironically, he’s the leech of your life, your bad luck charm.
The other day, he lobbed the ball while you were unaware and it landed straight in your face. You blacked out for a good second, finding your arm around his shoulder when you reached consciousness, him dragging you to the nurse’s office. Your nose was bleeding; “one more inch and your nose would’ve been completely broken”, the nurse had said. But that didn’t matter.
What mattered was that the world was completely blurred. You were as blind as a bat.
Somehow with Hoseok being the curse of your life, your contacts had fallen out somewhere. It was gone. Lost. And at the time you couldn’t see shit. Needless to say, Hoseok was apologetic, bowing down to the floor and though you scoffed and brushed him off, he walked you home that day.
“Are you going to break my glasses too?” You lift a brow, deciding to tease him.
He looks down with a pout, sulking as he mumbles under his breath. “No.”
“I said it’s fine, Hoseok. You worry too much.”
“Strike three!”
Namjoon grudgingly walks off the field with his head downcasted. Taehyung runs up to the spot, taking the bat in his hand.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then?” You lighten up the mood, nudging him. “Or are picnics for losers?”
He looks at you for a split second with eyes you can’t decypher, something softened and an encryption behind them as he connects his orbs with yours. But it lasts a mere one second before he grins at you. “You’ll see me~”
You internally curse your heart for stuttering.
“Yeah, yeah.” With a scoff, you wave him off. “Of course I will. When do I not see you, jesus. I swear your purpose on this Earth is to be the bane of my existence.”
“You know you like me.”
“I-I do not!” You stutter out, stomping on the ground. He laughs at the childish response. “Are you an idiot, Jung Hoseok?! How can you be so- ugh!!”
“Oh…and by the way.” He lifts his eyebrow up, a cocky smirk plastered on his face. “You look cute with glasses, bunny.”
The ‘click’ sound of the ball kissing the metal bat reverberates through the azure sky.
He dashes past you, a cloud of red appearing as his sneakers dig into the sand. Your heart pounds inside your chest but the moment is quickly broken when- “Y/N! Y/N! Catch it!”
The ball is flying through the sky, right in your direction. You can catch it. Your hands open with the baseball mitt, ready to receive but then….
You let it slip past your fingertips.
Hoseok’s shoe presses on the home plate.
He throws his arms up in victory, spinning around and flashing you a huge grin.
Damn. Worth it.
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