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I have no illusions about my looks. I think my face is funny. Audrey Hepburn in Funny Face (1957) dir. Stanley Donen
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ultimate shipper challenge [4/10] friends to lovers ♥ ron weasley and hermione granger
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“I’m going to keep going until I succeed — or die. Don’t think I don’t know how this might end. I’ve known it for years.”
Daniel Radcliffe in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2
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jo & laurie + quotes from other works (part 1)
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Mr. Knightley could not impute to Emma a more relenting heart than she possessed, or a heart more disposed to accept of his.
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allymayfair
Put 2 celebrities in my ask,
based only on physical appearance, I’ll tell you who I prefer.
so the quarantine brought me back...anyone wanna be mutuals i’m lonely
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tony-cap
“I just wanted to be like you..”
My favorite scene!!!!!!!!!💕💕💕💕
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takkezooi-deactivated20200726
In the Netherlands, abortion is legal. There is however one pro life organization called Stichting Schreeuw Om Leven. But instead of harrassing women who are on their way to the abortion clinic and make them feel miserable, they offer them HELP.
If a woman wants to get an abortion because she is financially unable to give birth to and raise a baby, the organization will pay for everything she needs during the pregnancy and after, until she’s financially stable to raise the baby on her own.
This organization won’t stop women from going to the abortion clinic, but would rather hve a healthy conversation with them. Ask them if they can help her with anything in order for them to keep the baby. They also hand out contraception in the streets for those who can’t afford it.
Women don’t get abortions just because they want to. There are reasons why. This organization doesn’t fight abortion, it fights the reasons why women get abortions. Take notes America.
America doesn’t WANT to take notes. Anti-abortion in America isn’t about actually preventing abortions it’s about controlling women. That’s it. That’s all it is.
America HAS organizations like this. My mom runs one. They’re all over the country, taking care of women where Planned Parenthood and legislatures have failed. But you don’t see it happening because they keep a low profile. They don’t want media attention. They just want to help women. Don’t overgeneralize before knowing all the facts.
TonyStark&PepperPotts || Tightrope
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Born To Be Yours || Part 8
Summary: In the wake of tragedy, your boyfriend attempts to give you space and love all in one breath, met with mixed feelings.
AN: Okay, so i know it’s been forever. And I’m not totally in love with this story the way I used to be, and I need ideas. If you want to see this story move forward, give me some feedback and ideas. Otherwise, this is the last chapter. Also, I have a new video up for Stan Lee. My heart is sad. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
It took weeks for me to gain back enough strength to simply walk around the house. While I was physically okay, my emotions and mind had been taken ahold of by my anxiety and fear. I had nightmares every night, and was eventually awoken by Chris who cradled me until I went back to sleep. But sleep no longer came easily. I didn’t want to see the images behind my eyelids. I tried keeping busy. Still writing, and picking up hobbies and focusing on Chris and Jack, rather than my own problems. I cleaned Chris’s house everyday thoroughly, not wanting to be still with my own thoughts. I never sat still and quiet. That’s when the fear tried choking me.
“So the premiere for Guardians is in a couple weeks.” Chris said one night as he ate the spaghetti I had prepared. I nodded, quiet. My humor had faded as well. A cracked smile would sometimes appear, but not often. I looked down at my food, not wanting to know what Chris was trying to ask me. “Y/N,” He said, putting his fork down and grabbing my hand, softly. “I want you to go with me. To stand by my side as mine.” I stiffened at his touch, not because I didn’t welcome it, but because the idea of being in front of all those people and cameras nauseated me. I shook my head, standing and taking my plate to the sink.
“I really don’t think that’s wise right now, Chris.” I said softly, my back turned to him. I heard his chair scoot back as he stood, coming up behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder.
“It’s been two months since the incident.” He said quietly. I tensed at the mention of that day, but Chris continued. “You are so strong and deserve to show the world just how strong and amazing you are.” I untangled myself from him, not interested in this conversation.
“I’m fine where I’m at right now.” I said, cleaning the table off and trying to avoid eye contact.
“No, you’re not.” Chris said, so quietly I almost missed it. I straightened.
“Excuse me?” I questioned.
“You’re not okay.” Chris said again, more confident now. “You stay here all day, cleaning and cooking and sometimes writing but never leaving. And I know it’s not because you have this overwhelming desire to be a housewife, because I can see you light up when you write, even though you haven’t in ages.” His voice wasn’t cruel, but I could feel the tears stinging the back of my eyes. “I want you back, Y/n. The old you.”
I looked up at him, shocked by the sadness in his face.
“I don’t know how to return to that person.” I said, my voice breaking and the tears rolling down my face. Chris closed the gap between us and I sobbed into him.
“You don’t have to do it alone.” He whispered into my hair. “We’re in this together.”
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Stan Lee Tribute (1922-2018)
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