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MARCH FOR OUR LIVES

No student should have to fear for their lives or carry protection in school. Guns do not belong in classrooms—NEVER turned against innocent children, and NEVER in the hands of teachers.

On March 24, the kids and families of March For Our Lives will take to the streets of Washington DC, and around the country, to demand that their lives and safety become a priority. Let’s end gun violence and mass shootings in our schools today.

If you support the students of Parkland, FL and the 30,000 people killed by guns every year, check out these links to learn more and get involved:

Find a march in your community

Sign the petition to end gun violence

Donate to the March For Our Lives action fund

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Photography: Austin Radcliffe Assistant: Kevin Shea Adams Thanks to Creatrs & Action @ Tumblr HQ for supporting this cause

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if you think a woman should only get an abortion if she is raped, you are saying a woman has to be violated before she has a right to her own body.

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Basically every Millennial owes it to every underage Gen Z to get out there and vote. In the absence of voting power, we are seeing these incredible Gen Z activists advocating for their own safety. They shouldn’t have to. These are children being forced to fight for their lives, and we owe them so much better. 

Millennials have a huge amount of legislative power. Millennials make up more than 30% of those eligible for vote. 

Millennials own 30+% of national voting power.

We outnumber the boomers. 

Millennials outnumber boomers.

But traditionally we vote at lower rates. That statistic is changing, and it needs to change faster. 

At this point I think we can all agree, millennials are morally obligated to use their voting power to protect a younger generation that has, like us, been failed and abused by the boomers. Get out there, register, vote, speak. Do not fail Gen Z the way our elders failed us. 

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My Name is Emma González. I’m 18 years old, Cuban and bisexual. I’m so indecisive that I can’t pick a favorite color, and I’m allergic to 12 things. I draw, paint, crochet, sew, embroider—anything productive I can do with my hands while watching Netflix.

But none of this matters anymore.

What matters is that the majority of American people have become complacent in a senseless injustice that occurs all around them. What matters is that most American politicians have become more easily swayed by moneythan by the people who voted them into office. What matters is that my friends are dead, along with hundreds upon hundreds of others all over the United States.

Emma pictured at a Valentine’s Day event at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School, an hour before the shooting on February 14.

This started with, has been about, will always be for, all of us. And who are we? We are the people who died in the freshman building on Valentine’s Day at Douglas High, and the people who died in every mass shooting in U.S. history. We are everyone who has been shot at, grazed or pierced by bullets, terrorized by the presence of guns and gun violence in America. We are kids, we are parents, we are students, we are teachers. We are tired of practicing school shooter drills and feeling scared of something we should never have to think about. We are tired of being ignored. So we are speaking up for those who don’t have anyone listening to them, for those who can’t talk about it just yet, and for those who will never speak again. We are grieving, we are furious, and we are using our words fiercely and desperately because that’s the only thing standing between us and this happening again.

I have talked so much in the past few days that sometimes I feel like I might have used up all my words and I’ll never speak again. And then I hear someone say something really stupid and I can barely keep myself from snapping in two.

We are children who are being expected to act like adults, while the adults are proving themselves to behave like children

“If you have ever lost someone very important to you, then you already know how it feels, and if you haven’t, then you cannot possibly imagine it,” wrote Lemony Snicket in The Bad Beginning: A Series of Unfortunate Events. There are people who do not know, and will never know, what it feels like to go through this. For that I am eternally thankful. But to the people out there who disagree with us: if you have ever felt what it’s like to deal with all of this, you would know we aren’t doing this for attention. If these funerals were for your friends, you would know this grief is real, not paid for. We are children who are being expected to act like adults, while the adults are proving themselves to behave like children.

When did children become such a dirty word? Adults are saying that children are lazy, meanwhile Jaclyn Corin organized an entire trip to Tallahassee, three busses stuffed with 100 kids and reporters who went to discuss our pitiful firearm legislation with the people who can—but won’t—do something about it.

Adults are saying that children are emotional. I should hope so—some of our closest friends were taken before their time because of a senseless act of violence that should never have occurred. If we weren’t emotional, they would criticize us for that, as well. Adults are saying that children are disrespectful. But how can we respect people who don’t respect us? We have always been told that if we see something wrong, we need to speak up; but now that we are, all we’re getting is disrespect from the people who made the rules in the first place. Adults like us when we have strong test scores, but they hate us when we have strong opinions.

I’m constantly torn between being thankful for the endless opportunities to share my voice, and wishing I were a tree so that I’d never have had to deal with this in the first place. I’d like to think that it would be nice to be a tree.

Adults like us when we have strong test scores, but they hate us when we have strong opinions.

Still, if I’m able to communicate one thing to adults it would be this: it should not be easier to obtain a driver’s license than it is to purchase a gun, and military grade weapons should not be accessible in civilian settings. You don’t drive a NASCAR on the street, no matter how fun it might be, just like you don’t need an AR-15 to protect yourself when walking home at night. No one does.

At the end of the day, we don’t want people to have their guns taken away, we just want the people to be more responsible. We want civilians to have to go through more rolls of red tape to get what they want, because if any of that tape can stop those who shouldn’t own a gun from owning a gun, then our government will have done something right. All we want to do is go back to school. But we want to know that when we walk onto campus, we won’t have to worry about the possibility of staring down the barrel of a gun. We want to fix this problem so it doesn’t occur again, but mostly we want people to forget about us once this is over. We want to go back to our lives and live them to the fullest in respect for the dead.

Teachers do not need to be armed with guns to protect their classes, they need to be armed with a solid education in order to teach their classes. That’s the only thing that needs to be in their job description. People say metal detectors would help. Tell that to the kids who already have metal detectors at school and are still��victims of gun violence. If you want to help arm the schools, arm them with school supplies, books, therapists, things they actually need and can make use of.

One more thing. We want increased mental health care for all those who need it—including the angry, frustrated men who almost always commit these crimes. Mental illness and gun violence are not directly correlated, but when the two go hand in hand, Americans—often children—lose their lives. We don’t need the NRA’s excuses, we need the NRA to finally stand up and use its power to supply the American people with something they deserve. (And please note, when members of the March for Our Lives movement talk about the NRA, we are referring to the organization itself, not the members. Many of the members understand and support our fight for responsible gun ownership, despite the organization preventing common sense gun laws from being instituted in the name of protecting the second amendment—rather than the American people.)

So march with us on March 24th. Register to vote. Actually show up to the polls. Because we need to relieve the NRA of its talking points, once and for all.

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Banning abortion means prioritizing a cluster of cells over a grown human being, or as the case may be, a pregnant child as young as 10 or 11.

Banning abortion means forcing women to be mothers regardless of their position in life without ever forcing men to be fathers; without even making sure that men pay child support from wherever they choose to run off to.

Banning abortion means forcing those with female reproductive systems to suffer the risks of ectopic pregnancies, pre-eclampsia, HELLP syndrome, placenta praevia, placenta accreta, unforeseen hemorrhages, deep vein thrombosis, pulmonary embolism, amniotic fluid embolism, and sepsis– risks that include everything from emergency hysterectomy to death.

Banning abortion means condoning the consequence of more girls and women dying from illegal and self-induced abortions, and more newborns left on doorsteps, and more newborns left in cardboard boxes and garbage cans and bodies of water, many of whom will die.

Banning abortion means cornering rape victims into maintaining long-term contact with their rapists and experiencing the powerlessness of sharing their children with people they know to be unsafe, or to experience the trauma of giving up their babies for adoption.

Banning abortion means requiring once joyful mothers-to-be to carry nonviable or dead fetuses– forcing devastated couples with the nursery room already painted– to suffer through a gruesome late miscarriage, stillbirth, or the torture of knowing their child will be born only to suffer horrifically and die within minutes, hours, or days (whereas the parents of already born and terminally ill children have the choice to transition their little one to hospice care or end life support).

I understand and respect why some women (as well as transgender or nonbinary uterus owners) would not feel comfortable choosing abortion for themselves, and at the same time I truly believe we must allow all owners of uteruses autonomy over their bodies. We cannot claim to respect bodily autonomy of all people equally if even a non-sentient deceased body’s organs cannot be donated to save many lives without the person having agreed to it while alive, yet a living adult can be forced to submit to a nine-month saga right in the middle of their internal organs that totally transforms their body and ends in either the extremely painful and potentially injurious event of childbirth or very invasive C-section surgery, not to mention a baby they must now make decisions for. Outlawing abortion is not about saving lives– we know already that outlawing abortion results in people (mothers as well as children) needlessly suffering and dying. Outlawing abortion is about devaluing women; controlling women; dismissing that a woman is qualified to make choices regarding her side of the reproductive process.

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“Choose adoption not abortion!!!!!”

No. Pregnant people are not obligated to be your broodmares. You are not entitled to the fetus inside them.

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Do some songs just give you this

Nostalgia?

Like, they're not even your favorite songs but when they come on, you're just blasted with feelings?

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I want to see singers dancing to the Just Dance choreography of their song

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Why do you meet a nice person and then you meet all their friends and you always wonder why them??

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Frank and Percy Moment

imagine percy had a nightmare about whatever and frank hears him first and he runs to his room rly quick and helps him out and hugs him and percy is super fragile and then frank is like “it’s okay if you wanna cry. you don’t have to be strong all the time” and percy freaking cries on frank’s shirt and he helps him feel better and talks with him and they go to the mess hall and get hot chocolate or something frick don’t even touch me okay

Frank jerked awake to a scream next door. He groggily sat up and rubbed his eyes. His upper body swayed back and forth with exhaustion. He leaned back again and fluffed his pillow with his eyes already half shut. ‘It was probably just something on the upper deck.’ He thought sleepily…

But it was when he heard it again, it really startled him. Frank’s eyes flew open and he threw his blankets off his lower half with only one thought on his mind. ‘Gotta help Percy.’ Frank jogged the short way down the hall and immediately opened Percy’s door without knocking. “Perce?” With the moonlight streaming behind the figure slumped forward on the bed Frank saw it was definitely Percy. Frank honed in all around the room with a pair of- what were those? Wolf eyes? Yeah sure. There wasn’t any threat in the room, so what was wrong?

Frank cautiously walked over the bed. “Hey, Percy?” The boy on the bed jumped at the voice, but quickly recovered. “Wha- oh, hey Frank.” He whispered back. “Uh, are you okay?” He asked. ‘God, this was just Percy, stop being awkward Frank. He wasn’t going just to go off on you.’ “Not really,” Percy mumbled. Frank sat on the edge on the bed. “When I had nightmares and my mom was still around she would come into my room and force me to talk about it. No-Not that I’m going to force you to. I’m just- What I’m trying to say is it always made me feel better to talk about it with someone. Or not even to anyone. Just repeating, even in empty air, what happened in your dream while you’re in the real world. It makes the scariness go away. So I guess if you want to i could leave and-” “No, I don’t want to be alone.” Percy murmured. “It was just about, uh, like everything that’s going to happen with Gaea. She basically made a promise to me that she didn’t keep and she took everyone I love and want to protect-.”His voice cracked and he rubbed his eyes before he could continue. “And she just took you all and tortured you in front of me and I just can’t get the voices and the screams out of my head. I couldn’t do anything to save you.” He muttered hoarsely. “Everyone I ever loved, past and present just killed in new and different ways. My mom and stepdad, Poseidon, Grover, and Beckendorf and Selena, and Clarisse, Bianca, Castor, Calypso, Rachel, Zoë. And every single one of you guys.” Percy laid his head in his hands and his back shook with sobs he obviously holding in. Frank took a deep breath and scooted closer. He laid a hand on Percy’s back. “It’s okay if you cry Perce. You don’t have to be strong all the time. And it sure as hell doesn’t make you any less of a man.” Percy looked up at Frank with glassy eyes and in no time tears streamed freely down his cheeks. Along with racking sobbed and choked breaths. “Sometimes I don’t know how we do it. All the running and hiding and fighting. Gods I just want to be a normal kid who focuses on sports and ge-getting into a nice college and having a girlfriend and we just can’t do t-that.” By this time Percy and Frank were in a bear hug. Good thing Frank didn’t spontaneously turn into an actual bear because that might be unfortunate. It was actually really uncomfortable to be basically holding this ticking time bomb, a boy who could change the world with a snap of his fingers and one word said, completely together. “Hey, hey. How about instead of sitting in the dark we go to the mess hall and I’ll make some hot chocolate?” Frank asked. “Will there be blue hot chocolate?” Percy asked softly. “Of course. I’m sure that Annabeth made Leo stock up on blue hot chocolate just for you.”

headcanon by beckendorph and don’t ask why I didn’t have anyone else hear Percy because I wanted this to be a frankandpercy moment not everyone fussing over their rock being broken:) thanks and don’t forget to send in you requests to my ask box!

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2016 was like this long, drawn out fight that hit you the second you tried to get up

And 2017 was like this blur that came out of nowhere and hit you when you weren't looking

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My goal in life

Is to have my ponytail last all day

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Why does being alive suck the life out of you?

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Fictional characters

WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE YOU CAN'T PHYSICALLY LOVE A FICTIONAL CHARACTER ANY MORE AND YOU JUST WANT TO GIVE THEM A HUGE HUG

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Me: Close the door

Sibling:

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I tried to look at my reflection through a brick wall