I AM PRETENDING TO USE TUMBLR FOR MORI AND HILLZ’S SAKES!!!!
ALSO, I KNOW HOW TO BE COOL.
CRUISE CONTROL, BABY.
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In Britain, only 8 percent of the population is Catholic (compared with 25 percent in the United States). Abortion there is legal. Abortion is free. And yet British women have fewer abortions than Americans do. I asked Cardinal Hume why that is.
The cardinal said that there were several reasons but that one important explanation was Britain’s universal health-care system. “If that frightened, unemployed 19-year-old knows that she and her child will have access to medical care whenever it’s needed,” Hume explained, “she’s more likely to carry the baby to term. Isn’t it obvious?”
A young woman I knew in Britain added another explanation. “If you’re [sexually] active,” she said, “the way to avoid abortion is to avoid pregnancy. Most of us do that with an IUD or a diaphragm. It means going to the doctor. But that’s easy here, because anybody can go to the doctor free.”
” —T.R. Reid - Universal health care tends to cut the abortion rate - washingtonpost.com
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People who are anti-abortion and also anti-healthcare baffle me.
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“Hey.” The words sound a little mangled through the plastic of his helmet, but he still nods in response, and Matt continues, sounding like he’s having the time of his life. “You wanna know what I did this morning?”
The gunning of two motors fills the air, and Mello has to raise his voice. “What?”
Matt yells back with a hoarse bark of laughter, “I wrote ‘Fuck you bastards’ on my chest with Magic Marker. If I’m going to die, I wanna at least give my coroner a piece of my mind.”
” — Carcinoma by Databomb“Shut up, Matt.” He leans forward, and kisses Matt, kisses him, rolls the sharp sting of tobacco smoke and poison on his tongue and bites Matt’s lower lip almost hard enough to bleed. It’s only when they’re both breathless that he pulls away and immediately dons his helmet, licking his lips. He’ll carry Matt’s taste to the grave, bitterness and all. (Almost as sweet as sugarless chocolate, 99% dark and enough to make you lose your appetite.)” — Carcinoma by Databomb
“
When it’s over, Mello gently takes his hand and holds it, like they’re sweethearts. He seems startled by the ferocious look Matt gives him.
“What?”
“We’re in a hospital because you attacked me with a knife. What do you mean, what?”
“You’re still mad about that?” Mello frowns. He lifts Matt’s hand up and lays a little nuzzling kiss into his palm. The guy’s bipolar, or something—Matt would bet money on it.
I want a divorce, he thinks. We’ll split all the stuff. You can have the kids over on Mondays and Wednesdays, or something.
But all that he says is—
“I hate that I love you,” and he won’t say it again until the night before they kidnap Takada.
” — Widdershins Whites and Darks by Alex-zk“He’s doing that thing he does. Like a villain in a bad movie, where he starts explaining his plan and then just won’t fucking shut up. Every detail, every trick, every baby step. He’s been blathering for more than an hour and forty fucking minutes, and Matt thinks that if he has to hear one more word he’s just going to grab a shotgun and take care of this whole Kira thing the good old fashioned way.” — Widdershins Whites and Darks by Alex-zk
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“You’ve got that churchy smell on you.”
“What?”
“I mean, under the leather and chocolate smell. Like, incense, or something.”
“I went to confession.”
“Huh.”
“I’m worried about going to Hell.”
“Yeah?”
“…Yeah.”
“You’ve got some pretty sinful sins on your plate. You’re not worried about the priest spilling your secrets to Near or Kira, or something?”
“No. He’s dead.”
“Who?”
“The priest.”
“Oh… Ooohh… Pffft, Jeeezus, man. You’re going to have to pray like, fifty-bazillion-trillion rosaries to make up for that one.”
” — Drabble by Alez-zk“
It was just a soft sound that dragged him out of his dreams. Just a little shush of a sound. Lips meeting his temple, he realized.
“Where the hell have you been?”
Matt was handsome in the dark. He was all lithe and tall, and his goggles caught the outside light of a streetlamp for just a moment as he turned his head. The cigarette he lifted to his lips glowed orange at the tip as he inhaled.
“Just out,” he said, like it was no big deal.
“All day and half the fucking night? Where did you go?”
“Were you worried, or something?” There was a smile in his voice. “Didn’t really go anywhere. Just sort of… out. I needed to think.” He gave a short pause. “I didn’t mean to freak you out.”
“I wasn’t freaked out. Why the fuck weren’t you answering your phone?”
“Aha… It fell into a cement mixer. Kind of a long story.”
“I can’t believe you.”
“Seriously, a cement mixer. See, I was trying to get across—”
“Not that. I believe that. I mean, I can’t believe you. I can’t believe you just left like that.”
“Oh.” Matt made a face. “Let me just point out that you disappear for days and days at a stretch—without warning—all the time.”
“That’s different,” Mello hissed, glaring. “I thought you’d abandoned…” He bit his tongue. God help him, he wasn’t going to say me. “I thought you’d abandoned the case, you bastard.”
“Uh-huh. Then I’m also going to bring up the fact that you disappeared on me for four years once. Which totally counts as a devastating abandonment, and you DO deserve to be got back at for it. However—” He held up his hands, stopping Mello from arguing. “Let me assure you, I wouldn’t dream about abandoning the Kira case. I love the Kira case. It’s my raison d’etre.”
Mello knew he wanted to say something, but he wasn’t sure what anymore. He ended up just shaking his head. Trying not to forgive. Not just yet.
“You’re an idiot.”
“So, did the Kira case miss me while I was gone?”
After a long pause, Mello relented. He didn’t want to stay angry. Not this late at night. Not this time. “Yeah,” he said. “It did.” He reached out and took Matt’s hand, letting himself be pulled up to his feet. “And I guess I was getting sort of lonely without you, too.”
” — Curl by Alex-zk“When I was nine, I asked my Dad, ‘Can I have your movie camera? That old, wind-up 8-millimeter movie camera that’s in your drawer?’ And he goes, ‘Sure, take it.’ And I took it, and I started making movies with it, and I started being as creative as I could, and never once in my life did my parents ever say, ’ What you’re doing is a waste of time.’ Never….. I know there are kids out there that don’t have that support system. So, if you’re out there and you’re listening, listen to me: If you wanna be creative, get out there and do it. It’s not a waste of time.” —
MICHAEL GIACCHINO, upon receiving his Oscar for Best Original Score (Up).
This.
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Mori, you reblog the best stuff!
in response, i have left my political views as ‘git ‘er done’, but changed my religious views to ‘i don’t care what you believe in as long as it makes you not be an asshole.’
And it’s such a shame as soon as politics or religion come into the conversation, everyone in the world ever seems to magically become an asshole.