I Just Learned About Fgm And I Have Never Been More Horrified With The Human Race I Think Ever In My

i just learned about fgm and i have never been more horrified with the human race i think ever in my life

if you are a victim of this i want you to know that i am so sorry and i want to give you a hug and rip my throat out i feel so disgusting

why does this happen what the fuck

everything hurts i feel so ashamed of other people what the actual fuck

miguel o'hara x reader (fluff) - please? → she/her pronouns!

miguel begs you not to get out of bed

By far the highest blessing you could receive in the morning is Miguel O'Hara's morning voice.

Deep, gravelly, and sparse, Miguel's morning voice always manages to send chills down your spine, especially when you're nothing but a hair's width apart from his chest.

You can feel his heart slowly beat against your cheek, his chest rising and falling to the sound of his breathing. Waking up to a face full of chest has been unexpectedly, one of the numerous highlights of your day.

Slowly, your eyes flutter open, and it takes you a moment to come to your senses. He smells nice, a reminder of the shower gel you keep in your bathroom for when he visits.

Miguel's almost too big for your bed; he takes up your space, barely fits the comforter, but you love him anyway. You really don't know how, or why Miguel chooses to sleep with you in your tiny little bed, but you don't complain.

"Amor."

His wording rumbles from the deepest parts of his throat, and you can feel the vibration of his voice against your ear. You squirm a little, tiny noises escaping your mouth as you make yourself just a little more comfortable.

"Mmmph... what time is it?" You murmur into his skin, savoring the warmth he omits.

Miguel lazily rests his heavy arm over you, running his abnormally large hand over your back. He presses a darling kiss into your hair, humming. It's only you who gets to see him like this, all sleepy-eyed and touchy beyond repair. You try to savor this version of Miguel as possible, knowing that he has to be someone else when he's at work.

Miguel keeps a single arm on you while you try to bend your arm in impossible ways, twisting and turning your limb to try to reach your phone on the bedside table. Eventually it works, and you manage to slip your phone into your fingers before you dislocate your arm.

"It's 9:23..." You breathe, sighing before turning your phone back off and placing it next to your pillow.

Miguel's pulling you in like a magnet, snuggling you like a puppy would a teddy bear. He's just too cute like this, hands and legs roaming around your body for something to squeeze. As much as you absolutely hate to let go of him, duty calls.

"Miguel... we have to go to work."

He can hear the distaste in your voice, reminded of the agonizingly long spread of cleanup, the idea of people bothering him, the mediocre food at the cafeteria. (Except for the empanadas, lmao)

Miguel doesn't want to go to work today, and he doesn't think you do either. Wearing a skin-tight supersuit just wasn't it today.

"Noo...." Miguel whines, strengthening his arms around you. You have to tap on his arm, just so enough air can find it's way back to your lungs again.

"Miguel, we have a job to do." You say, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes. You hear him groan into your hair, your mind practically going blank at the sound of his intense morning voice.

We mUST stay focused brothers, we must stay focused!!!

Almost like every morning, you begin your wrestle for freedom, pushing at his forearms wrapped tight over you. It's almost like you forget that Miguel's a superhuman Spider-Man. Stubbornly, he keeps his lazy stance, ignoring your tiny pushes and shoves.

"Oh my gosh, Miguel. Let me go. If you don't go to work, I will." You curse, squirming and kicking yourself in all sorts of directions.

He shakes his head again, eyes closed shut and nose still in your hair.

It was only a matter of time before you'd tire yourself out.

And you did.

Miguel's got the shittiest, most satisfied grin on his face, and all you can do is scowl at him. Still, he hasn't let go of you, and now you're convinced he wont let you go until the end of the day.

As much as Miguel was stubborn, you were too. You have a final ace up your sleeve, and hopefully it'll save both Jessica and the kids from disarray in the office today.

Miguel's face starts to melt down a little when you flutter your eyelashes at him, shoving your face into his chest and pressing a sweet little kiss between his pectorals.

It's like the satisfaction from Miguel transferred over to you, and Miguel is left speechless as you trail your way up to his clavicle, nipping and kissing at the surface of his skin.

"Let me go, please?" You ask, specifically in the tone of voice that you know Miguel loses his shit over.

His voice is hitched in his throat, ears turning scarlet as his grip around you starts to loosen.

"I... honey-"

The moment you reach his neck, Miguel know's he's done for, a chill running down his neck and back. It makes him all hot, his mind being wiped clean like a whiteboard. Just for the funsies, you kiss his pulse point a little, wrapping your own arms around his neck.

Utterly, Miguel melts, the sweetest, poutiest expression on his face like he doesn't know what to.

You win.

While you still can, you slip out of Miguel's grip, your feet finally meeting the carpeted floor. Miguel realizes your little act, grumbling and pouting to himself as he relishes the disappearance of your warmth.

"If you come to work, we can do more..." You tease, trotting off to your bathroom with a chuckle.

Reluctantly, the man rises from your bed, the boards creaking under his weight. (One day, he's gonna break your bed, somehow.) He follows after you, running his hand through his messy bedhead.

"Coming, sweetie."

© 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒂.

are there any writing tips you guys wanna see? I've been checking things off my list as I see them, but any questions u have I would love to answer!

xox

How to (hopefully) break writer's block

What's the scene about? Write it down

Guy goes to bar and meets Girl

2. Okay, but what do the characters do? Maybe something super basic about their feelings if it matters to the scene

Guy enters bar. He's sad about work. He sits at the bar and orders a drink. Girl walks up to him and introduces herself.

3. If there's dialogue, write it in dialogue format. If you can't think of something, put in a filler and move on; that's a problem for Editor!You

Guys enters bar. He's sad about work. He sits at the bar. "One [insert drink name] please." Girl walks up to him. "Hi," Girl says. "My name is Girl."

4. OPTIONAL Now that you have the basic scene, is there anything new you've thought of?

Guys enters bar. He's sad about work. He sits at the bar. "One [insert drink name] please." The bartender starts to prepare his drink. Girl walks up to him. "Hi," Girl says. "My name is Girl."

5. Add some adjectives/adverbs. Don't go crazy, just what makes sense

Bonus! If you already have some, feel free to change them to something more interesting

Guy enters an almost empty bar. He's upset about work. He sits at the bar. "One [insert drink name] please." The bartender quickly starts to prepare his drink. A pretty girl walks up to him. "Hi," Girl says. "My name is Girl."

6. Vary sentence length (aka smush sentences together)

You can just use "and", but a "because" will do a lot

Guy enters an almost empty bar because he's upset about work. He sits at the bar. "One [insert drink name] please." The bartender quickly starts to prepare his drink as a pretty girl walks up to him. "Hi," Girl says. "My name is Girl."

7. Honestly at this point you're probably not following the directions anymore because your brain is in writing mode. If not, go into editing mode. Take the writing you just tricked your brain into doing and smooth it out

Guy enters an almost empty bar, thinking about his problem at work. He sits at the bar, upset. "One gin and tonic please." The bartender quickly starts to prepare his drink as a pretty girl walks up to him. "Hi," Girl says, leaning on the bartop. "My name is Girl."

Maybe it's not your best work ever, but who cares? You just wrote something, and I'm proud of you ❤️

12 Character Archetypes

The Innocent

Goal - Happiness

Flaw - Too trusting

Fear - Punishment

The Orphan

Goal - Belonging

Flaw - Cynical

Fear - Exclusion

The Hero

Goal - Change the world

Flaw - Need to fight

Fear - Weakness

The Caregiver

Goal - Help others

Flaw - Martyrdom

Fear - Selfishness

The Explorer

Goal - Freedom

Flaw - Wandering

Fear - Entrapment

The Rebel

Goal - Revolution

Flaw - Crime

Fear - No Power

The Lover

Goal - Connection

Flaw - People pleaser

Fear - Isolation

The Creator

Goal - Realize vision

Flaw - Perfectionist

Fear - Mediocrity

The Jester

Goal - Levity and fun

Flaw - Wasting time

Fear - Boredom

The Sage

Goal - Knowledge

Flaw - No action

Fear - Deception

The Magician

Goal - Alter reality

Flaw - Egotistical

Fear - Unintended results

The Ruler

Goal - Prosperity

Flaw - Authoritarian

Fear - Overthrown

Source - www.nownovel.com

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