Things that lower abortion rates:
- Better access to condoms
- Accessible birth control
- Accessible Plan - B pills
- Comprehensive sex education
Things that do not lower abortion rates:
- Abstinence-Only sex education
- Banning contraceptives
- Shaming people who have sex or get abortions
- Making abortion illegal
Friendly daily reminder that the entire pro-life movement is basically pointless and counterproductive
(Source: , via my-chemicals-are-romantic)
A thought I was bandying about for a fic: Carlos wakes up after their first night together with Cecil laying on him, noses almost touching, staring intently down into Carlos’ face like personal space ain’t no thang. Carlos is pretty sure it’s a joke except it *just keeps going,* and he’s really got to pee, and it’s actually verging on kind of creepy because Cecil’s eyes are rather odd and never look totally focused, and he’s about to politely inquire if he’s ever going to be allowed out of his own bed when suddenly Cecil sighs and smiles and goes “I knew they had to be brown, but I wasn’t sure, you know. You’re even prettier when I can see you” and that is how Carlos finds out that Cecil has myopia, and has commented on Carlos’ hair and teeth and lab coats because they are the three parts of him that stand in the most contrast to all the bits Cecil has never actually seen clearly, like his eyes.
And he’s still got to pee but instead he reaches for the blind and lets it all the way up so Cecil has full light to see with, and it becomes this morning ritual that he pretty much always wakes up with Cecil RIGHT THERE a quarter-inch from his face because it’s the only time he’s still enough for Cecil to observe him, which means as a rule he wakes up to gleeful little exclamations like “you have freckles!” or “your ears are pierced, dear Carlos, why didn’t you ever tell me?”
Original request link: ★ I would appreciate it so much if someone wrote me one shot. It would be something like that Dean found out about reader’s depression and self-harm in the past. And reader goes and tells him that she’s not feeling okay, so he comforts her.
Warnings: Self-harm, Depression
“Dean,” you say, tugging on his coat like Sammy would as a kid.
He turns to you with compassion in his eyes, already knowing what you’re going to say, because he understands. He puts his arms around you and hugs you. “It’s okay. It’s all going to be okay.”