if you or someone you know might need it in the next few years, purchase plan b. the shelf life of plan b is 4 years, and we might not be able to access it as easily as we can now in the days ahead.

if you are larger/plus size: go online and purchase ella instead of plan b. plan b is less effective if you aren’t under 160 pounds.

if you can, purchase books that project 2025 is looking to ban.

mass deportations are starting. if you see ice vehicles or agents, yell ice raid and la migra as loud as you can.

if someone asks who you voted for, keep your mouth shut. they’re fishing for traitors.

if anyone, anyone at all asks about your neighbors or their legal status in the us, you know nothing. don’t be the reason that their family is separated.

if anyone asks about your religion or lack thereof, keep it vague. this administration will look for any excuse to persecute you.

your friends are trans or queer? for the next four years they’re not. don’t expose anyone’s status as a trans or queer person to anyone else, even if you think you can trust them.

did someone you know get an abortion? no, they didn’t. they were never pregnant.

in short, don’t be a snitch, and keep to yourself these next four years. we’ll make it through this even if it seems hopeless at times.

This was a website to help women learn about their reproductive rights in the US and to find health care.

This is absolutely disgusting so I’ll share in this post some resources in case you need them:

are YOU a former tiktok user trying to learn how to use tumblr to fill the void the american tiktok ban is leaving in your soul? here are some things you should know, from someone who’s going on their eighth year on this hellsite:

1. you can say anything on here. gone are the days of having to use words like “unalive” and “seggs.” murder! kill! sex! fuck! speak your mind!

2. there is a community for you on here. regardless of what you’re into or however small the fandom is, you have a place here. at least one other person will have heard of your weird obscure interest. strike up a conversation!

3. followers don’t matter. tumblr is one of the last remaining social media sites in which your number of followers means absolute jack shit. this can be disorienting at first, but once you lean into the fact that everyone on this website is equal, it’s very freeing. clout means nothing here.

4. similarly, you can post at any time. while tiktok has an algorithm that favors certain times, tumblr has no such algorithm. post whatever you want, whenever you want. every post has virtually the same chance at getting notes, regardless of when it is posted.

5. tags can have spaces between the words! this one is very exciting. tags can be a whole sentence. you can also use the tags to comment on someone’s post without actually adding onto the physical post itself (which is sometimes frowned upon and called “derailing” if you use this feature to bring up a completely different point other than the one that’s being made on the original post).

via NYPost: Immigration and Customs Enforcement is preparing to launch a “big f–king operation” across sanctuary cities — including Chicago and New York — immediately after President-elect Donald Trump’s inauguration, multiple sources told The Post.

Reblog if your illness has shaped your outlook on life and the world.

Reblog if your illness has warped your perceptions of people and social situations.

Reblog if your illness has altered some of the most fundamental aspects of your personality.

Reblog if your illness has impacted all of your relationships, and even been the reason for the beginning or end of some.

Reblog if your illness is often the cause of your moods and emotions, and affects nearly all of your moods and emotions in regard to other things.

Reblog if your illness has changed the strength of your virtues, from compassion and tolerance, to perseverance and determination, to gratitude and generosity.

Reblog if your illness has been a part of your life for so long that you honestly can’t differentiate the parts of your identity that are influenced by your illness from the parts that aren’t influenced by your illness.

At least half of my life memories include laying in machines for hours, being poked and prodded and touched in places that are usually considered to be violating, having Drs put their fingers and tubes up my asshole and probed my vagina, put tubes down my throat, how I’ve lay unconscious on a table with a whole team of people surrounding me, they’ve cut me open and seen my insides, there have been camera’s inside of me, so many random men and women in the medical field have seen me naked- people that I don’t even know, some people that I’VE NEVER EVEN MET because I was unconsious during the process. Through all of the consious tests and procedures I just remember laying and staring at the ceiling- counting the tiles. “It’ll be done soon- just count the tiles and don’t you dare cry. You’re supposed to be the strong one. You’re used to pain, right? You’re a warrior. You are a warrior” But the truth is, no matter how much I tell myself that- I don’t feel like a warrior. I feel more like a lab rat.

And I’m not trying to advocate against the uncomfortably invasive processes of getting a diagnosis. I know the tests are important and theres not much that can be done to make you feel more comfortable. But can we just take a moment to acknowledge that a lot of us have been made to feel less then human just in trying to get a diagnosis. Thats not even taking into account the people that actively try to make us feel like we’re not worth anything when we can’t live up to societies ridiculous standards. Being sick in itself strips us of who we are.