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Shark finning must stop. They cut off the fins while the shark is alive and dumb the animal back into the ocean to sink and drown. Sharks need their fins, people do not.

CW: animal abuse, animal death

Please help ending the shark fin trade for good! EU-petition: https://www.stop-finning-eu.org/ More petitions: http://chng.it/zfr2sGHwVv https://www.change.org/p/florida-legislature-please-make-florida-a-state-that-doesn-t-allow-the-sale-and-trade-of-shark-fins https://www.change.org/p/amazon-tell-amazon-to-ban-the-sale-of-shark-souvenirs

Date & Switch - McShep

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Rodney checked his watch again, frowning, then suddenly realized how bad that looked and moved to scratch his arm like that was all he was doing. Just scratching an itch, not looking at his watch for what felt like the dozenth time. He put his hand back on the table and drummed his middle finger nervously. He realized how bad that looked and quickly distracted his hand by grabbing his glass and taking another sip of water. He felt his eyes being drawn down to his wrist again, but quickly suppressed the urge, beginning to heave a heavy sigh which he quickly covered in a light cough. His waitress appeared at the table, refilling his glass with a sympathetic smile. This cycle had been going on for a while, and he’d gone through several glasses already.

Rodney looked across the restaurant towards the door, hoping against all hope to see a blonde bun come bustling through. He realized he was looking desperate, again, and pretended to simply be scanning the dining area absentmindedly. This allowed him to take stock of the glances being sent his way, some pitying, some amused. His eyes shot back down to his table, retracing the floral engravings at the base of his silverware. That wasn’t helping.

He felt eyes boring into him and turned to find a young blonde woman sitting in one of the booths along the wall staring at him sympathetically. Her boyfriend didn’t appear to notice her diverted attention, continuing to talk rather frantically, something about turtles. She ducked her head slightly and shot him an apologetic smile, assuredly some attempt at solidarity. Rodney’s spine straightened and he raised his chin, turning back to look straight ahead at a fixed point on the wall, eyes flickering as he considered his options.

He contemplated pulling out his cell and faking a phone call. Something about feeling sick, or her dog getting out, or maybe, her brother is, uh, in jail. Rodney calculated how pitifully transparent that would look and then how utterly pathetic he would look, and was well on his way to working out the pros and cons of faking an allergic reaction when suddenly a man slid into the seat across from him, already talking, loudly.

“Aw man, sorry I’m late, traffic is insane out there. Have you ordered yet?” Rodney stared at him, bug eyed, mouth hanging open slightly, when the man continued in a much quieter tone of voice, “Hey, name’s John, just roll with it okay buddy? They’re not worth it anyway.”

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In contrast, all my husband and I had to do was sign a form. Our competence to choose the outcome of our embryo was never questioned. There were no mandatory lectures on gestation, no requirement that I be explicitly told that personhood begins at conception or that I view a picture of a day-five embryo. There was no compulsory waiting period for me to reconsider my decision. In fact, no state imposes these restrictions — so common for abortion patients — on patients with frozen embryos. With rare exceptions, the government doesn’t interfere with an IVF patient’s choices except to resolve disagreements between couples. The disparity between how the law treats abortion patients and IVF patients reveals an ugly truth about abortion restrictions: that they are often less about protecting life than about controlling women’s bodies. Both IVF and abortion involve the destruction of fertilized eggs that could potentially develop into people. But only abortion concerns women who have had sex that they don’t want to lead to childbirth. Abortion restrictions use unwanted pregnancy as a punishment for “irresponsible sex” and remind women of the consequences of being unchaste: If you didn’t want to endure a mandatory vaginal ultrasound , you shouldn’t have had sex in the first place .

Fertility clinics destroy embryos all the time. Why aren’t conservatives after them?

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I feel like the producers of SGA wanted another Kirk/Jack O'Neill and were shocked to find they got the Dude from the Big Lebowski instead

ha, if they wanted another O’Neill they should have stuck with the Ben Browder casting instead of recasting when Ben was off filming the Farscape movie.  Joe played the most laid-back Air Force pilot ever (like seriously, most pilots are Type As who worked their asses off to get in the pilot seat - sort of like top surgeons, that level of work and skill needed to excel).

Joe played John as the zen genius who’s been through the valley of shadows, invited death into his house, and come out the other side into ice. He accepted that he wasn’t going to care about much, but those he did care about (and those who he pledged himself to protect), he would burn the earth to the ground in their defence. But he was real, not some fictional hero type - he was nervous around people, he misread intentions, he geeked out over new tech and toys and the fact that they were on an alien city on another planet, and I think that was the brilliance in how Joe Flanigan played John Sheppard  - John Sheppard was a relatable audience insert.

We got a geek, a fun guy who had a hard time making friends, who never really sees the attention of beautiful women coming because why would they be into him,  who would do anything to protect his friends, who got to fly cool alien planes and stop the bad guys and make nerdy yet appropriate quips while doing so. He was the guy the audience could jump on to move into the story, and I don’t know if it was intentional on Joe’s part or if just happened but man, it worked. I don’t normally  identify with male characters in stories but John Sheppard became my favourite because he he was the hero I could see myself being.

In a way (and this is a tangent) John Sheppard was more like Han Solo than a lot of other recent sci fi characters. In the original trilogy, Han Solo was literally a scruffy bounty hunter who was a bit of a nerd, who acted all tough and suave but really was just a guy who was decided that he was going to be a hero, not because it was a way to get the girl, but because it was what he wanted to do, for himself, for his friends, and for the galaxy. And for the audience, that journey was relatable because we all can imagine coming from a place of reluctance to decide to take on heroic actions.

So anyway tl’dr i have a lot of feelings about John Sheppard and how he was portrayed by Joe Flanigan and how the portrayal was something really out of the ordinary in sci fi etc etc.

i saw this on imgur and well, even if something like this is going around on tumblr already it is important.

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‘Race and racism is a reality that so many of us grow up learning to just deal with. But if we ever hope to move past it, it can’t just be on people of color to deal with it. It’s up to all of us – Black, white, everyone – no matter how well-meaning we think we might be, to do the honest, uncomfortable work of rooting it out. It starts with self-examination and listening to those whose lives are different from our own. It ends with justice, compassion, and empathy that manifests in our lives and on our streets.’ — Michelle Obama