Women had no rights when the Constitution was written by men in the late 1700s.

Alito is no longer a partisan judge. He has destroyed the Supreme Court. The conservative-appointed judges are hyper-partisan and rule to install patriarchy as law.

#NinthAmendment #9thAmendment

This isn’t and has never been about abortion. It is about women’s rights. 

And the ugly truth? They never wanted us to have them.

"do I know Ammit? no, not personally"

god he's so fucking stupid i want him

To Lionel Verney all those years ago,

My dear friend, how you do not know where you will be in such a short time.

At one point in your life, all you cared about was revenge. You wanted those who oppressed you to feel the pain and neglect that you had for all those years after father left. You wanted them to suffer as they had made you and Perdita suffer.

Then you met the Earl and he was nothing like you believed he would be. He took you in and cared for you. Adrian, your best friend. A man of science, poetry, and the gods. He brought you into civilized society and was the first source of love and affection that you and Perdita had missed your entire lives.

For a while you did not meet Idris, you shunned the event that you feared would bring around impending change for better or worse. She was everything yet nothing (42) and her arranged marriage to Raymond brought you nothing but pain. However, you eventually sought to protect Idris from the influence of the Countess’s evil schemes affecting her in Adrian’s absence. Several months later, while visiting Perdita in her cottage, you realized she was not alone. And suddenly this object of your thoughts breathed life and there she was. She was the most beautiful woman you ever beheld, she seemed to have this halo of glory that surrounded her (43). You were never as happy as the day she returned your love.

But in doing so, she lost Raymond. Raymond, however, wasn’t too upset for he also found another love; as you predicted all those visits ago, Raymond and Perdita held deep affections for each other. As their relationship flourished, so did yours with Raymond. The night the chairman declared Raymond- Lord Raymond- Lord Protector of England you had never quite heard screams so loud. There was never a Protector as “capable of fulfilling the arduous duties of that high office” as Raymond was (86). You had never been more proud in your life of your dearest friend.

The children, well what can we say about them. With Idris you had three beautiful younglings and in the tragic deaths of Raymond and Perdita you adopted Clara into your little family. Oh how they played and laughed and enjoyed life as if there wasn’t a care in the world. You wished you could run with them, laugh with them, live with them. But you always were tied to earthly and material attachments weren’t you? Your children loved you and you loved them but sometimes work and caring for your friends became more important (something you only regret when they are gone).

At the end of it all its just Adrian, Clara, and you. Adrian eventually becomes Lord Protector and never falters in his dedication to the betterment of England and the lives of her citizens. He would routinely walk the streets at night to make sure everyone living on them was taken care of. In the height of infection he would go into hospitals and just be there for the suffering people whom he was responsible for (which I recently learned was not safe at all and he should have been wearing a mask and social distancing). And he had carefully crafted this plan for the rest of us that remained to travel the continent before uniting in Rome where we would set up camp and wait out our days.

But nothing ever works to plan dear friend. You try to make it to Rome but the waters are too harsh. The boat flips and you get dragged under. After making it to shore you realize Adrian and Clara do not follow and trust me there is no amount of screaming that can bring them back.

What I want you to know you ignorant fool is that you are not indestructible, England is not some armored fortress that is destined to reign forever, there is no such thing as this perfect society we were trying to create for society can never be perfect if it must always change. We aimed too high, we bit off more than we can chew, we became too arrogant and in doing so tried to manipulate the world in ways which man is not allowed to. Let’s face it, we tried to be God. And right on the precipice of this utopian civilization, one that reached too far, Nature rose up to reclaim its reign of the dominion and to remind us that against it we are less than nothing.

Seeing as there is nothing I can say now that will change anything that will happen then just know this: you made it. You are the Last Man and it really sucks. And you’re going to not want to continue, you’re going to want to end it all. But I encourage you not to. The world shall now be ruled by your imagination and your imagination alone. So pick up a book and tuck in because it is going to be a while.

Please wait for me? And when we meet again do tell me the stories of your naive ignorance. Help me relive all of which has happened to us so I can look back and finally smile on the life I have lived. Be the best you today so it makes my job easier tomorrow. Goodbye for now, I’m off to read a new book.

Love, eternally, Lionel Verney

When Adrian spoke of Republicanism I do want to make it clear that this is not what he meant. When he was most sick and his sister sent me ahead of her family to be by his bedside for him he spoke about his visions of the future and the darkness of the world we lived in. He wished for us all to find a brother in our fellow humans. He believed that each person was a being of worth and that their worth granted them the right to determine how they wish to be governed and live their lives. Not…whatever this is.

This, my friends, is the modern state of British excellence. Brilliant. Nice rings. I liked that one song, about fruits

Love On Tour: New York City, Night 2. (4 October 2021)

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I don’t listen to Taylor Swift. I don’t absorb any of her media. I have no idea what happened between her and Jake Gyllenhaal. But if I ever see that cheeky motherfucker 🤜🤢

Um I don’t even want someone to explain what is going on this time. I have gleaned that in this old world deers and red pandas were once huge and could interact like humans and it seems to me as if they had good time. However, this is an SOS. I’ve liked one video and now they are all over my for you page (I’m starting to understand the lingo). Please help, I do not want this to interfere with my military membership. Thank you

Dipper and Lyu are having a fun hangout! 💖 There’s definitely a BIG difference between this plush suit and our average digitigrade suits! 🌟

To my gentle Perdita and her heroic Raymond,

I feel as if the only way to address you two is as one unit for your love transcends your physical beings and has intricately intertwined your souls. Perdita you gave Raymond the most treasured gift of all; a darling little girl. Raymond you gave up the political career and position you were destined for your entire life in order to raise your child and be there for my wonderful Perdita.

Raymond you always did tell me that you were sure on your mission to raise your family. I wanted you to be Lord Protector, to herald in the next Golden Age for England. But you refused and decided we should put forward and train a new candidate on your own (preferably Adrian- to his objections). You sat me down and said “My dear Lionel, we are married men, and find employment sufficient in amusing our wives, and dancing our children,” (79). A true family man, a man who loved his wife more than he loved himself. But when the time called for it, you stepped up to be the leader we all knew you could be.

But time as Lord Protector put strains on your relationship with Perdita and you began to see another woman. I forgive you for this, as she had in your last moments. When we needed you most, you were there. On the front lines, defending our nation from invaders from the East and the contagions they brought along with them. You held the last flag, pointed with it to the gates of the city. You broke down the gate and as the sun-lit way opened you entered the city alone; enraged with the cowardice of your followers who feared the city too much to enter it. The city was consumed by fire but I could still see you riding through it, enveloped in smoke and flame.

As the flames died down I hurried as fast as I could into the city. I could only do so on foot and it took hours to search the ruins for you. I called out for you, through the darkness of night, but no voice replied. The next morning when I awoke I knew; the latest honour of the world, our hero, Raymond, was dead. I do not wish to speak on the ways in which this news encompassed the countenance of Perdita with the darkest of hazes. I do not wish to speak on the way in which she decided to take her life for the thought of living without the other half of her soul was too much to bear. Instead, my Perdita, I will speak to you about us as children.

In comparison to me, you were more of a singular being. Yet we both had inherited the “peculiar disposition of our father” (13). Your eyes were not dark, but deep. Your eyes “seemed to discover space after space in their intellectual glance, and to feel that the soul which was their soul, comprehended an universe of thought in its ken” (13) Always pale and fair, your hair held living marble underneath. Your power was always in your expression dearest sister. Your appearance was merely a costume which was secondary to the mind that ‘beamed within [your] countenance” (13).

Your manners, to put it nicely, were cold and repulsive. You were not nurtured by those who regarded you with affection, rather you were neglected and unloved. Unlike me, you spent most of your time in solitude, and enjoyed it! You would travel to the most unfrequented places just to find a place where you could sit by your lonesome.

Poverty veiled your excellence. I was your only friend, and you were mine. We clung to each other and weren’t viewed very kindly because of it. But all of this changed when you met the other half of your soul, Raymond. You were crushed when you learned that Raymond would be proposing to Idris. I remember your face when they left your cottage that fated night. You didn’t move, your eyes remained transfixed on the ground. You were so pale, your lips almost white, a very woeful state to be in. And when I tried to help you, you silenced me. For I could not help because you believed I knew nothing about what you were going through or how you felt. Oh if you only knew that I was feeling the same way about my longing over Idris.

Perdita, my first and best friend, you lived the life you always dreamed of having. You were loved and cared for and you learned how to love and care in return. You found that part of you that was always missing after father abandoned us. And in your union you graced the world with the healing person of your daughter Clara. After losing Idris I began to understand why you did what you did that night on the ship. And if any doubts remain in your head, just know that I believe it was the right thing to do. There was no way you could live without Raymond and why live such a life when you can join him in another world. Just as I have forgiven Raymond, I forgive you.

Can the both of you wait for me? I hope you’ve gotten the chance to see the young Clara all grown up. She truly is the most wonderful light ever brought into this world and without her I don’t know where my life would have gone or how I would have coped with everything that happened.

Love your confidant and best friend, Lionel Verney

It has saddened me that only at the end of times have I realized how important my relationships are to me. I thought the loss of my sister was enough to knock me over but then my beautiful Idris followed and I forgot how to breathe. My dearest Adrian and Clara stood it out the longest with me yet they too have left. I am alone on a floating rock in the sky that is no longer special or different from the other floating rocks in the sky. All I want for anyone reading this to take away from it is to love and be loved. Be there for those who need you and they will be there when you need them. Cry a little, laugh a little, and maybe hug sometimes. But never forget who those important people are, never lose sight of why they matter to you. At the end of the day, when the world feels like it’s falling apart and you crawl underneath the covers to cry silently so no one hears you; they will be the only people who understand, the only people who have any capacity to help you and be there for you. Sitting behind this screen for so long and interacting with the people of this age has only furthered my thoughts on this. Behind a screen is no way to make connections, you have to get out there and talk to people and network and love and lose and everything in between. Live life today because no one (except for me…maybe) knows what tomorrow will look like.

“So the myth in our society is that people are competitive by nature and that they are individualistic and that they’re selfish. The real reality is quite the opposite. We have certain human needs. The only way that you can talk about human nature concretely is by recognising that there are certain human needs. We have a human need for companionship and for close contact, to be loved, to be attached to, to be accepted, to be seen, to be received for who we are. If those needs are met, we develop into people who are compassionate and cooperative and who have empathy for other people. So… the opposite, that we often see in our society, is in fact, a distortion of human nature precisely because so few people have their needs met.”

— Gabor Maté

and maybe i am a little bit in love with all of my friends. how could i not be when they place their whole heart in my hands and trust me to carry it safely home? lazy days spent in comfortable silence, tearful nights spent giving each other a reason to live. the exhilaration of learning your little quirks melting into a future where i know you better than the lines on my open palms. mutual understanding to be forever gentle with one another. inside jokes that follow me long after you've gone, reminding me to slow down and laugh a little more. your eyes are the lens through which i can see the world with love. your embrace is the shelter under which i find strength to continue on.

The sun never sets does it?

Westminster, & London Bridge, Frederick Edward Joseph Goff (British, 1855-1931)

People are still walking I see… have I not hooked you on hot air balloons yet? Well, if that is too much for your primitive brains to handle why not try this instead: carriages.

A rainy evening in Cambridge, Cambridgeshire (@cs_snapshot IG)

Queen

duolingo has more gay representation than the marvel cinematic universe

In watching this thrilling series about a bunch of super powered beings that should be separate to us on all accounts I’ve realized something. There is something so definitely human in all of their stories. Take for instance these two ladies. Clint’s best shot was the one he didn’t take, he is proudest of the time he didn’t take someone’s life and instead helped them turn it around. Here we see that parallel. Kate’s best shot will be Yelena. It is this compassion, this reverence for life, and the ability to be open enough to want to help even those who are trying to kill you that exemplifies the fine line that exists between human and beast. A lion would’ve killed any threats to itself, but instead Kate lets her go because there is something in Yelena she recognizes as human and savable.

hawkeye | partners, am i right?

yelena belova v. kate bishop

ITS WEDNESDAY BABY WOOOOOO. FRIED CHICKEN WEDNESDAY FUCK!!!!