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for the individuals that made this choice on their own and are happy and content with their decision, I am happy for you and sincerely hope you live a fulfilling and happy life.

for the individuals that may have been manipulated or even worse forced to have an abortion, my heart truly breaks for you and I hope that you can heal from your ordeals and live a happy fulfilling life.

what i care about is a person having the freedom to make their own medical decisions.

what i care about is people having the right to truly choice whatever path they feel is best for them.

can you truly say the same?

also from the article: it is estimated that 29 mobility devices are destroyed or damaged EVERY DAY. and I’m going to assume those are only the ones that are REPORTED.

Image Description: Tweets by Maria Town, with a link to a different article from Domestic Employers organization, with the preview image being a photo of Engracia Figueroa - a smiling black woman with dark brown skin and coily black and grey hair. The tweets say the following, “ “Engracia Figueroa, a fierce advocate for people with disabilities, passed away on Sunday due to complications from injuries she sustained when United Airlines destroyed her custom wheelchair last July.” #FlyingWhileDisabled #Disability https://domesticemployers.org/hand-in-hand-grieves-the-loss-of-engracia-figueroa United broke Engracia’s wheelchair and refused to replace it. The loaner chair the airlines provided to Engracia did not support her properly. Her skin broke down, became infected, and she died. 2/3 How many hospitalizations and deaths have resulted from airlines inaction and indifference to this issue? Thank you@HiHemployers for your advocacy and for sharing this tribute. Rest In Peace and Power, Engracia. You deserved so much more. 3/3” End of Image Description

Image Description: Screenshots from the News Week article by Toria Branhart and the Domestic Employers Org article by Blithe Riley, about the passing of Engracia Figueroa. A photo of Engracia Figueroa, a black woman in a custom motorized wheelchair, and an accompanying member of the “Hand in Hand” activist group and home care worker organization, Christine Laing, a black woman wearing a mask. Engracia is shown speaking in the “Care Can’t Wait” rally in Washington D.C. from July 2021, at the podium. A quote. “"Mobility devices are an extension of our bodies. When they are damaged or destroyed, we become re-disabled. Until the airlines learn how to treat our devices with the care and respect they deserve, flying remains inaccessible,” the activist said in an interview after the incident.“ “All of us at Hand in Hand are heartbroken, shocked and enraged by Engracia’s needless death. This loss should never have happened. While we are reeling from the layers of injustice this tragedy makes visible, we are holding Engracia’s tenacity and resolve as our guidepost. Lives are at stake in the work that we do, and our current ableist and racist system continues to fail our communities time and time again. We cannot and will not stand by and let these systems of oppression prevail. We demand that United Airlines end the damage of wheelchairs and assistive devices on its flights and create an accessible process for people with disabilities to travel safely, with dignity. Sign and share our petition here.  Please note: this statement was updated 11/5 after Hand in Hand received more details from Engracia’s lawyer about the extent of her injuries.” End of Image Description

So in full: Engracia Figueroa was a black disabled working class woman, as well as a worker and disability activist. She died 4 months after her custom motorized wheelchair was destroyed by United Airlines directly after she came back from Washington D.C., where she attended an activist rally where she demanded better conditions for Home Care workers and disabled people.

The broken $30,000 custom motorized wheelchair was a fire hazard and basically unusable. The wheelchair was necessary for her survival, well-being, independence, and ability to work.

Forced to use it while broken in the 5 hours waiting at the airport, resulted in her hospitalization. “Hand in Hand”, “Caring Across Generations”, “Care Can’t Wait Coalition”, their petition, their media campaign, and (later on) Senator Tammy Duckworth’s office demanded United Airlines take further responsibility. The campaign further highlighted the pervasive issues with airlines destroying mobility aids and other necessary devices.

However, by the time United Airlines agreed to replace the $30,000 wheelchair, Engracia succumbed to her worsened condition due to using an inadequate loaner chair they had previously provided in the time they refused to take full responsibility.

“Hand in Hand” organization points towards the unjustness of systemic both ableism and racism having a hand in her untimely death, and encourage people to sign their petition against United Airline’s damaging of assistive devices.

In my personal view (especially as a black disabled person myself), the intersections of ableism, racism, and classism must be acknowledged when discussing this situation.

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Summary: Morgan’s 6th birthday is coming up very soon and Pepper is out of town. She would know exactly what to do, but Tony? He absolutely does not know how to plan a 6 year old girls birthday party, so he calls in the big guns.

Warnings: there are none. this is just going to be fluff. also this is not compliant to endgame.

Morgan Stark is about to turn 6 years old in less that two days and Pepper Stark just so happens to be out of town on a business trip. “Honey, it isn’t rocket science. Kids are easy to please.” Pepper is trying to convince Tony that he can do this, but he absolutely cannot. “No, Pepper, you don’t get it. This is my little girl. Everything has to be just perfect and I have no idea what I’m doing. I’d rather attempt actual rocket science.” Pepper sighs into the phone. “Just try not to stress about it too much. That’s all I’m saying here. She will enjoy anything you put together for her.” Tony is about to argue but he hears distant voices on the other line and then Pepper continues. “I have to go Tony, why don’t you call Peter or Rhodey to help you out, yeah?” Tony smiles. Why didn’t he think of that before. God, what would he do without Pepper? Fall apart, surely. “Great idea, Pep. I love you and I’ll see you soon.” She responds and Tony can tell she’s smiling even through the phone. “I love you, too. Talk later.” Then the line cuts out. 

Tony glances at the time to see that it is just past noon. He calls up the stairs. “It’s time for lunch, squirt!” He walks over to the kitchen as he hears little feet padding down the staircase. “Daddy, daddy! For lunch can I have a peanut butter and jelly?” Morgan runs up to Tony’s legs excitedly. PB&J is one of her all time favorites. Tony bends down to lift Morgan up to his height. “Of course you can, honey.” He brushes her messy “playtime” hair out of her eyes. “Now, do you want strawberry or grape?”

~

After making Morgan her lunch and tucking her into bed for a nap, Tony sits down on the couch. He pulls out his phone to text both Peter and Rhodey. Something along the lines of “SOS I need help planning a six year olds birthday party!!!!!” Yes, he might’ve over done it with the exclamation points but this is important. He hits send and then decides that he will rest his eyes for a minute.

Not long after falling asleep on the very comfortable couch, Tony awakes to a knock on the door. He gets up with a groan and makes his way to it. As soon as he opened the door he lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank God  you’re here. I thought I was going to lose my mind.” Tony smiles and pulls Peter in for a hug. “It’s good to see you Mr. Stark. I’m glad I could provide some serious help in this time of need.” Tony rolls his eyes and nudges Peter in the ribs. “Kid, don’t make me regret asking, I could just send you on back home to May and Happy.” Peter walks inside, holding the straps on his overnight bag. Tony closes the door behind him. Peter groans at the mention of his aunt and Happy. “No, please. I’m begging you. They’re so sappy and gross that it hurts. It physically hurts me Mr. Stark.” 

Tony chuckles at the kid’s theatrics. “Yeah, yeah. I doubt it’s that bad.” Peter glares at Tony playfully and sits down on the couch. Tony sits next to him. “You don’t have to live with them, Mr. Stark. They’re disgusting. Anyways, let’s get on to what I’m here for. You need help planning Morgan’s birthday party?” Peter stifles a giggle and grins at Tony. Tony rolls his eyes and scoffs. “Don’t laugh, this is a very serious matter. I have no idea what I’m doing” Peter actually lets out a laugh at that. “It has been almost six years now of you being a parent” He pauses. “Actually it’s been even longer if you consider the two years, before everything, of you mentoring me. Yet, you have no idea what to do for a birthday party. This is absolutely HILARIOUS.” Tony glares. “You know I could literally kick your ass right now. No joke.” Peter gently punched Tony in the shoulder. “You wouldn’t dare, because if you did, then I wouldn’t help you plan the party.” Peter sticks out his tongue playfully. “Speaking of, let’s get to planning, shall we?”

~

Today is the birthday party. Shortly after Tony and Peter started bouncing ideas off the other, Rhodey had shown up to help. They came up with what the thought would be the perfect party for Morgan and they quickly got to work putting it together. They got a bouncy castle and had a desert table. They even invited the Barton’s and the Lang’s so that Morgan could get to see all of their kids. Tony was so happy to see that Morgan loved everything they set up for her. He even got plenty of pictures to Pepper.

The party is currently wrapping up and all of the guests are leaving. Peter and Rhodey stay to help Tony with the mess. After hugging the last guest goodbye, Morgan came stumbling up to Tony. “Daddy!!! That was the best birthday party ever.” Tony smiled and crouched down to her level. “I’m so glad you enjoyed it, honey.” He looks up at Peter and winks. “You’ll have to thank your big brother and your favorite uncle for helping out.” He kissed her on the forehead and then stood up, allowing her to run over to Peter and Rhodey. “Petey, Uncle Rhodey thank you so much. I love you 3,000.” She gives both of them enormous hugs. (Or at least as enormous as her little arms will allow) They both smile at the little girl in front of them and tell her that it was nothing. Even though they both knew that it meant everything to Tony especially. The adults (and Peter) begin to clean up the mess. Tony stops temporarily to call Morgan back over to him.

“How about you help us clean up and then we can have a movie marathon until mommy comes home, yeah?”

summary: you visit your childhood best friend Johnny in Seoul for his birthday, and after years apart, the reunion is certainly one to remember

words: 6,468

pairing: Johnny x Reader

tags/warnings: friends to lovers, fluff, smut

In the last five years, you’d seen your best friend face-to-face only twice. Johnny was important, you understood that. He was always busy and he lived in another country on the other side of the globe, but you missed him. Texting him, hearing his voice (phone calls, NCT’s songs, videos posted by the group, his radio show), the brief occasions when you FaceTimed him just weren’t enough.

You wanted to see Johnny again, make fun of him to his face, be able to hug him and lean on him, so you decided to surprise him by flying over for a few days to spend his birthday with him.

“Did you get smaller?” Johnny asks when he picks you up at the airport. He’s leaning against a car, watching as you haul your suitcase and two extra bags over toward him.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it.” You tell him, nearly tripping when the wheel of your suitcase gets caught on a crack in the sidewalk. 

summary: It begins as a mistake when Mark overhears you and Johnny having sex. 

words: 8,578

pairing: Johnny x Reader, Mark x Reader

main tags: threesome, dom johnny, baby boy mark, voyeurism, edging, orgasm denial

It began as a mistake.

Johnny had been led to believe that when Taeyong told him “Everyone’s going home for the holidays to spend it with their families” that meant that everyone was going home. Johnny had told Yuta goodbye as he walked out of the dorm to catch his flight home to Japan, he asked Taeyong to bring back that one food he couldn’t remember the name of that his mom made so well, and he fell asleep through the rest of the members departing.

“Don’t you wish you were heading home too?” You ask him later when you’re out at dinner. “To spend the holidays with your family?”

Johnny shrugs and doesn’t really look you in the eye as he says, “I’ll see them the next time we go to LA or New York. And my mom was saying something about visiting soon, but tickets are always more expensive over the holidays.”

So because he has the dorm to himself and because it’s the holidays (“No one should be alone on the holidays, Johnny.”), you agree to spend the night with him.

summary: Johnny has a daddy kink and requires you to call him that during sex.

words: 1,000

pairing: Johnny x Reader

Johnny is waiting for you when you get home. He’s likely fresh from the shower, sitting on the couch in only a towel, water drops still glistening on his shoulders and chest.

“Come here, baby.” He crooks his finger at you, and you know better than to leave him waiting any longer. 

You drop your things by the door and walk until you’re stopped in front of him. 

“God, you look so sexy. Take your clothes off for me, baby.” 

You do as you’re told. Quickly, stepping out of your bottoms and panties, your shirt and bra are discarded as well, and then you stand before Johnny, completely bare. Your nipples stand to attention beneath his gaze and the cool air of the room, and you squeeze your thighs together as you feel the tingling heat begin to grow between them.

Johnny licks his lips and reaches out for you. You give him your hand and he pulls you toward his lap, patting his thigh until you settle down on it. He kisses the back of your neck and his hands go down to your thighs, which he runs his hands soothingly over.

Almost subconsciously, you begin to grind your hips against his thigh.

He chuckles and grabs your hips, stilling you, pressing your wetness against his bare thigh. “You want me, baby?”

Your core throbs. “Yes, Johnny.”

One of his hands goes to your chest then, pinches one of your nipples tightly between his fingers. “What did you call me?”

“Daddy,” you gasp. “I meant to call you Daddy.”

“That’s what I thought.”

He lifts you up and sits you down on his cock. The stretch is unimaginably good. His cock is so big that you feel full before he’s even halfway inside of you, but he keeps his hands on your hips, sinking you down on him until he’s fully sheathed inside you. 

When you look down you can see his cock inside of you, bulging your stomach out a bit. You clench around him, savoring the low groan that it draws from Johnny.

“Daddy, please,” You reach for his hands, thread your fingers through his. “Please fuck me.”

And Johnny doesn’t give you the chance to beg him again. He pulls you up the length of his cock. Both of you watch the bulge of your belly shrink as he moves out of you, and you gasp when he suddenly pushes back in.

Johnny runs his thumb over your belly, over his cock. You whimper, wiggling on him in an effort to get some friction and pleasure.

His hand slaps down on your ass. “Stay still for Daddy.”  

You go still and let Johnny rub over your belly, pressing his hand against his cock inside of you. You feel him twitch, and if his hand wasn’t in the way, you’re certain you’d have seen it. “Fuck, this is hot,” he murmurs almost to himself. “We should do this position more often.”

“Daddy,” you touch his hair, and Johnny looks up from your belly to your eyes. “Please. You feel so good in me.”

So Johnny lifts you, then sinks you back down on his cock. His arm muscles flex and he grunts. His eyes are back on the bulge of his cock inside you.

With each thrust you’re driven closer and closer to your orgasm, the feel of your Daddy’s whole cock inside of you, touching you everywhere, has your insides burning with the need to cum. But you can’t cum until he lets you.

“I’m close,” you whimper, twisting your fingers in his hair.

“Not yet, baby.” Johnny grunts in reply, but he starts moving faster, pushing himself toward orgasm. You can tell when he gets close. He stops lifting you all the way up, instead just an inch or two so that his pace is almost brutal, sharp bursts of fucking. He moans and leans in to kiss you, his mouth crashing against yours, tongue tangling with yours. 

You’re already so close, and the way he’s kissing you and fucking you pushes you even closer. You’re feel like you’re holding your orgasm back with just your fingertips now, and if he doesn’t let you cum soon, you’re going to be facing punishment. Already tears burn at the corners of your eyes.

You feel his cock twitch inside of you, and Johnny sharply breaks the kiss. 

“Are you going to take all Daddy gives you?” Johnny asks, pressing down on your hips, slowly thrusting to hold off on his orgasm just yet. “You want Daddy to fill you up?”

You nod and whine, almost crying when you say, “Yes, Daddy, please!” 

“Alright, baby. You can cum. You can cum now.” His hand is soothing on your ass and then it slides around to the front of you, and he touches you. You cum apart on his fingers, and your orgasm spills through, spills out of you and you’re squirting, hips jolting from the power of your orgasm.

Johnny rubs you through it, fucks you through it, and when you finally come down, sagging against his chest and panting, Johnny presses his thumb against your clit and keeps rubbing. He rubs until you’re whimpering and shifting, trying to escape his touch.

And then he’s cumming, and there’s just so fucking much cum. He cums while he’s pulling out of you, and you can feel it all inside of you, leaking out of you, and you cry out in pleasure, cumming again with your head pressed to his shoulder. His cum is everywhere and you’re certain that you’ll need to buy a new couch because this one is probably ruined from you squirting and his cum.

You can feel it dripping from your thighs and your bellies are both wet, and now you’re exhausted, so you just stay pressed to his chest, coming down and listening to Johnny breathing and his heart beating.

“Good girl.” He kisses the side of your head, strokes your cheek. “My good girl.”

requests: Can you write about daddy Johnny ! //  is there any way you could incorporate those videos with all the cum into a short johnny fic

Ten: I’m a ten.

Johnny: No, it’s a pickup li–