“As far as I can recall, none of the adults in my life ever once remembered to say, ‘Some people have thick skin and you don’t. Your heart is really open and that is going to cause you pain, but that is an appropriate response to this world. The cost is high, but the blessing of being compassionate is beyond your wildest dreams. However, you’re not going to feel that a lot in seventh grade. Just hang on.’”—Anne Lamott, Stitches (via 33113)
prompty-thing!: Red Queen- Regina fussing over a pregnant Ruby, worrying about absurd things like puppies.
“What if we have a litter?”
“Oh my god, Regina,” Ruby whines. She thought she might get used to Regina’s random outbursts, even dared to hope that they might stop, but now it’s two in the morning and the woman is staring at her with wide, worried eyes. “We’re not having enough babies to qualify as a litter.”
“How do you know?” Regina asks, but she cuts Ruby off before she can say anything. “Doctor Whale thought you only had one baby in there, but now he says we’re having twins. He might have missed more.”
With a sigh, Ruby rolls over in their bed to face Regina, sleep temporarily forgotten. “Regina, negative feelings toward him aside, Whale is a pretty good doctor, and I doubt even he could miss another four or five babies.”
“But what if he has?”
“If he has? Well…” Ruby shrugs with a grin. “We’ll have to hope some of them don’t mind sharing rooms.” At Regina’s narrowed eyes, she laughs. “Look, Regina, I don’t know. If, by some small chance, Whale has miscounted just how many babies I have in here, we’ll deal with it. Okay?”
Regina eyes her for a moment, then nods, placing a hand on Ruby’s swollen belly as if she can count the babies inside that way.
They stay quiet for a while, both of them relaxing back into the pillows, and Ruby thinks she may actually get some proper sleep tonight.
Until Regina sits up again.
“What if they come out as puppies?”
“Oh my god,” Ruby groans, throwing a pillow over her own head.
“I’m serious!” Regina pulls it away. “You’re due around the full moon, Ruby. Have you asked your grandmother if it’s a possibility?”
“Regina,” Ruby starts, sitting up to place her hands on Regina’s shoulders. “They’re not going to be puppies. Wolf genes don’t even kick in until puberty, you know that.”
“Our children were conceived by magic, I don’t think the usual rules apply here.”
“Okay, look. It’s two in the morning, so we can’t do anything about this now,” Regina tries to interrupt, so Ruby clamps a hand over her mouth. “I will ask Granny in the morning, but for now, can we please sleep?” Regina nods slowly, and that’s all it takes for Ruby to flop back down onto the bed and pull the sheets up over her head.
“Ruby?” Regina whispers.
“If you say ‘what if’ one more time, I’m tying you up in the basement until this pregnancy is over.”
There’s a pause, and Regina sighs. “Goodnight, Ruby.”
New Delhi: The Supreme Court today said gay sex between consenting adults remains a criminal offence, in a major setback for the largely closeted homosexual community in India.
The top court today said that the Delhi High court’s 2009 order decriminalising homosexuality is constitutionally unsustainable.
The Delhi High Court had decriminalised homosexuality while reading down Section 377 of the Indian Penal Code and ruled that sex between two consenting adults in private would not be an offence.
The high court order had been challenged by anti-gay rights activists, social and religious organisations .
Senior BJP leader BP Singhal, who died last year, had challenged the verdict calling it illegal, immoral and against the ethos of Indian culture.
Religious organisations such as the All India Muslim Personal Law Board, Utkal Christian Council and Apostolic Churches Alliance also filed appeals against that verdict.
Look I’m gay and this hurts even in the diaspora, so I am praying for all of the LGBTQ+ people in India right now. May they stay safe and regain their protection soon. I will post more information as it comes.
college is catered towards the able bodied and able minded. school applauds people who can stay up all night, skip meals, and work endlessly. that kind of extreme contribution is expected. why are disabled people being squeezed out of academic institutions? why should I feel inferior because of some arbitrary and ridiculous standard?
all i wanna do is make art and discover new music and make up my own recipes and read books and explore the fucking world but i can’t because i’m stuck in this theory that everyone has to go to school to get an education to get a job to get money to send their kids to school so that they can do the exact same thing and i think that’s about 70% of the reason why i’m sad
“When men say that they “love to see the woman underneath the makeup,” they’re not saying they want to see your leg stubble and greasy bangs—they’re saying they want you to be better at hiding your maintenance routine. Because the maintenance spoils the fantasy.”—Lindy West (via crowcrow)