This is killing a human life.
At 23 weeks chances are good that this fetus is being removed because it is:
a) Already dead
b) Suffering abnormalities such as it developed no brain, or had a serious genetic condition that would kill it quickly.
c) Was actively dying (not dead yet but would be within a few days, 100% guarunteed, 0 chance of saving it)
d) Was actively killing the pregnant person.
Late term abortions, as shown here, make up only 1.5% of all abortions. The above four reasons are the only reasons such procedures are performed. Almost every abortion performed after 20 weeks is done on a wanted pregnancy. So you know what that means? You’re calling people who miscarried murderers. You just implied people who had a miscarriage or would have died murderers. How dare you call yourself pro life for that.
Now for the fun fact: They used to use a different procedure for these abortions in which they removed the fetus intact and allowed these people to grieve for the intact fetus, have pictures, etc. Pro lifers decided people losing a wanted pregnancy should not be allowed to grieve an intact fetus and we were left with this.
Congrats. Your movement is the reason they use this one now when people lose a wanted pregnancy late into the pregnancy. Your movement is intentionally making it harder for people to recover from the lose of a much wanted pregnancy. It’s your movement who left grieving people with this instead of allowing them something easier to deal with, something that would let them hold their deceased fetus.
Congrats. If you think you were ‘saving’ something think again. You’re hurting born people. You’re hurting people who lose a wanted pregnancy by shaming this abortion procedure. And you’re movement is the reason this is procedure doctors are forced to use now. You’re probably an awful and mean person to tell people losing a wanted pregnancy that they’re killers.
This is the post that made me pro-choice. Glad to see it still circulating.
I lost a baby brother at something like 14 weeks because he’d attached to the uterine wall backward, and when he started kicking he tore himself away and hemorrhaged to death.
You goddamn “pro-lifers” were ready to let my mother die with him rather than “killing him before God’s time.” He was already dead; it was a matter at that point of him bleeding out. My mother was bleeding with him. My mother was dying with him. And the hospital she was in? That fine pro-life hospital? Refused to let her transfer to another hospital to abort. She had a ten-year-old and an eight-month old at home, but making sure Joey didn’t die “before God’s time” was more goddamn important than making sure my mother survived.
My mother asked the nurse if she’d take pictures, saying that the ultrasound images were really blurry and she’d at least like something to remember him by. The nurse, after Joey was dead and my mom was in recovery, threw pictures on my mother’s bed. This fine pro-life nurse gave my mother pictures of a baby that was jet black where he wasn’t blood red. He didn’t even look human. And she threw the pictures in my mother’s face, like it was her fault that there was a terrible, terrible biological mistake that made it impossible for her baby to survive.
We wanted him. Not that the fact that you’ll notice he already had a name picked out would’ve clued you in. I would have had a baby brother just a year younger than me. My sophomore year in college I spent a lot of time crying alone in the student union, thinking it wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair, I should be taking my brother to dinner with friends or helping him study for his first midterms. I’m a big sister with no little brother to show for it, and there was a year that pain and loss came back eighteen years after the fact to wound me when I least expected it. There was a year when there were songs I couldn’t bring myself to listen to without crying because they reminded me of what I could have had. And I still wish, I still wish, they’d aborted him. Because the end result would have been the same. And my family would have been spared a world of pain believing we were losing brother and mother both. I was in ICU at the time after an allergic reaction that left me unable to breathe. How do you suppose my sister felt? Mother dying, sister dying, brother dead—just a matter of time on that one. Ten years old, watching her entire family struggling to breathe, struggling to live.
And you motherfuckers would call my mom a murderer for this. And you cared more for a baby already dying than you did for the two already born who needed their mom.
Fuck you. You’re not pro-life. You’re anti-woman, anti-family, anti-compassion and anti-love.
Someone on my FB shared this photo and I had to go sit in silence for awhile at the stupidity of her comment that went along with it. Most people don’t wait so late into a pregnancy and randomly decide ‘kill the baby’ because they want to. What the fuck is wrong with people.
Why I will always be pro choice
I’m absolutely crying right now
This really pisses me off, because last year my cousin Emily (Emmie) actually did die from not being able to abort her baby. When she was just under 20 weeks along with her second daughter they found out she had a condition which causes high blood pressure and protein in urine. The doctors gave her like a 5% chance of being able to bring the baby to term with both of them surviving. She and her husband were DEVASTATED.
She regretfully scheduled an appointment to terminate, but people found out. She went to church for comfort, so that she would have people there for her when she would need them but she got the opposite. Her church threatened to ex-communicate her, even though she tried to explain she didn’t want to abort, she had to to survive. People told her that a good mother would be willing to risk her life for her child, and sent her letters saying she was going to hell and threatening to physically attack her if she went through with it. Someone even told her four-year-old daughter, who was really excited about getting a little sister, that “You aren’t going to get a little sister because mommy is going to kill the baby.” They told that to a FOUR-YEAR-OLD! The harassment got so bad that on the day of her appointment, she didn’t go. About a later her liver started to fail, then her kidneys. Within a few days she was dead. They did deliver the baby at 23 and a half weeks, but she didn’t survive more than a few hours.
Of course the church held a big memorial for her and the baby, going on and on about hour strong she was and what a great person and mother she was. And how it was a tragedy that she was taken so young but “god works in mysterious ways.”
BULL FUCKING SHIT! Emmie was already vulnerable and distraught and she went to those people looking for comfort and they turned on her so brutally that she was too terrified and ashamed to have a necessary medical procedure. That’s NOT pro-life. That’s not even anti-choice, because she didn’t have a choice, she NEEDED that abortion to save her life. That is pro-birth. Congrats, the baby was born. She lived for 2 hours and 48 minutes, the entire time in pain, but she was born. Mission accomplished. But now the baby’s dead, Emmie’s dead at only 28 years old, her husband is a widower, and her now 5 year old daughter gets to live the rest of her life without a mother.
This is so important to understand.
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Darth Vader – “Power of the Dark Side” | via starwars.com
“For Vader, we wanted him to make a big entrance so we looked no further than the moment at the end of Rogue One. This one was a real balancing act when it came to just how scary or brutal we wanted to depict him, but we stuck to what is true about the character and emphasized his sheer power above all else. Plus, there’s something intoxicating about Vader’s fearsomeness. This short really celebrates his iconic design — his shadow, the red lightsaber, the booming voice — all of which makes him so unforgettable.”
Ron just got his howler from his mom yelling at him for stealing the car. He seems super embarrassed and most of the Great Hall is laughing. But here’s the thing:
Ron is 12 years old.
Ron stole a car.
Ron fucking stole a fucking car at the age of TWELVE.
I would not be laughing at him. Ronald Weasley is a fucking bad ass. When was the last time you jacked a car Malfoy? That’s what I thought. Bitch.
Harry woke up at 3 am, wrote this, and went back to sleep.
Thus, MissingNo. is the only glitch Pokémon to have an international depiction by a franchise artist!
how cool is that?
… I swear I’ve written a version of this at least once before. But anyway have a quick sappy thing that came to mind.
At first he thinks he is dreaming. After all, he is dead, and who is to say the dead do not dream? It’s not the most pleasant of dreams, back in the place of his childhood, the hot Tatooine winds blowing sand inside the coarse fabric of his tunic. Given how long he has attempted to put this part of his life behind him, one might even call it a nightmare. Small, weak, subject to the whims of others, too young to know how to consciously reach out to the Force… reliving this period of time is a truly painful thing.
But his mother is here.
If this is his punishment for failing the galaxy, for failing his friends, for failing his family? Then Anakin Skywalker can bear it. It is only what he deserves.
He falls back into the patterns of life as a slave with a kind of calm acceptance that both confuses Shmi and makes her proud. It is not surrender, she can see the way her Ani grimaces before following Watto’s orders, the multitude of petty revenges he enacts, but if there is anger it is tempered, controlled… And when he speaks of the future it is with a strange kind of certainty that the fantasies he composes will one day be reality. Perhaps it is wrong to be grateful for the speed at which he is growing up, but Shmi cannot help but hope this change in attitude helps keep him safe.
Weeks pass into months, and Anakin finds himself wondering. Because for all that this MUST be a dream, parts of it feel more real than his memories. Well, there’s one way to find out.
For the first time since he arrived in what he assumed to be his form of penance, Anakin Skywalker uses a lifetime of knowledge and opens himself to the Force.
And promptly falls to the floor.
There is no doubting it. This is real. Anakin Skywalker, formerly Darth Vader, Jedi Knight, Lord of the Sith, the Chosen One, has travelled back in time.
His first thought is disbelief. Then determination. If he is truly in the past then he can change things! He can make sure he does things right, that he doesn’t fall for the same traps! He can… He should… He…
He is alone.
Because even if he changes nothing, even if he lets things come to pass like they did last time, no one else has experienced the things he has. No one else remembers the creeping Dark, the galaxy at war. No one else understands.
Perhaps this IS a fitting punishment after all…
He pulls back into himself.
No point in accidentally gaining unwanted attention.
He has some plans to make…
Months pass into years. He completes Threepio once more, taking care not to change his core personality programming or make other “improvements” to his design. In the end that neurotic personality had helped keep his children SAFE, and that is something Anakin will not put at risk.
Presuming they are born of course.
Anakin has so much blood on his hands. So much. And the worst of it is from those closest to him. Even if no one else but him knows it’s there. Padmé, Ob… Everyone would be better off if he avoided them this time around. How can he possibly go about making those relationships again when he carries the knowledge that their deaths are his doing?
But for all his regrets Anakin cannot bring himself to give up the chance to see them once more…
So it is that the fated day comes, and Qui-Gon Jinn strides into Watto’s shop, the plainly clad figure of the “Handmaiden” following in behind him and Anakin almost freezes. He forces himself to go through the motions, to follow exactly what he did last time around, and then…
She’s right there.
“Angel…” he breathes out, almost against his will.
“What?” she says, looking confused and beautiful and oh how Anakin has missed her!
There’s a pause and Anakin abruptly remembers that this isn’t actually a memory and he needs to say something…
“Luminous beings who live on the moons of Iego, considered by many to be the most beautiful beings in the universe. The rumours are rather exaggerated of course, but I dare say it’s still quite the compliment.”
Anakin cannot breathe.
Because that is Obi-Wan Kenobi. Obi-Wan Kenobi, with the length of his padawan braid peeking out over his shoulders where an expertly folded shawl shows signs of being used to keep out the sand. Obi-Wan Kenobi who is smiling at him.
Obi-Wan Kenobi who should not be here.
Padmé turns around to admonish the apparition. “P… Obi-Wan! Don’t do that! You startled him!”
Obi-Wan, “Ben”, sketches a bow with a smile, kneeling to look Anakin directly in the eye.
(It almost hurts to look at those eyes again.)
“My apologies An… my friend. I didn’t mean to cause you grief. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi. It’s a great pleasure to make your acquaintance.“ he says, holding out one well calloused hand.
Any other person would have dismissed the minor hesitation in the young man’s voice, would have thought nothing of that slight hiccup in his words. But Anakin Skywalker is no ordinary person. Anakin Skywalker once knew Obi-Wan Kenobi in ways that no other being living or dead ever could.
And Obi-Wan Kenobi does not stutter like that. Not without reason.
A small glimmer of warmth begins to start in his chest, burning its way up through his throat.
He allows his lips to draw into a wild smile, fingers reaching out towards that outstretched hand. “My name is Anakin Skywalker.” he says as skin meets skin and Anakin pulls, both physically and metaphorically.
To Padmé the strange boy appears to take the Padawan’s hand before moving forward into a full fledged hug, small limbs clinging around a stunned Obi-Wan’s torso like it is the last piece of solid ground.
Within the Force, it is remarkably similar.
Using a lifetime’s worth of skill Anakin reaches out to Obi-Wan’s presence in the Force, savouring its comforting familiarity, bypassing the fragile shields already beginning to crack under the strain of extreme emotion.
“Obi-Wan.” he calls with heart and soul. “Obi-Wan, Master!”
The touch of the other’s mind is so familiar, soothing in a manner that is instantly recognisable, with Jedi Master’s skill and experience.
“Anakin? My Anakin?” comes the reply as that touch reaches back into him and yes, there it is. Like him, this soul is older than the body it inhabits.
“Obi-Wan. Please. I am so sorry. Sorry for everything.”
“Anakin!” Disbelief and joy so strong he almost drowns beneath it. “Oh Anakin, my Brother, you came back. You are here!”
And that aching loneliness that he has unknowingly carried for years, decades, an entire lifetime, meets its counterpart in the man before him and disappears in a giant wave of love and rightness. A missing part slots back into place and there’s no longer a gaping hole in his chest where half his heart once lived.
There will be time for explanations, time for planning and apologies and the tentative rebuilding of all that lies between them, but right now none of it matters.
Because they’re back.
In this instant-that-is-an-eternity.
And that is everything.
“Yes dear one?”
“You have no idea how much I missed you.”
“Oh Anakin, I really think I do.”
“… please tell me you have a plan.”
“… not as such. But we will manage. Together.”
They open their eyes.
The future lies ahead.
Non-Alcoholic cool potion recipe:
1 bottle of ur fav Gatorade or Juice of your choice
A splash of ur fav energy drink (optional)
Luster dust (cake decorating kind) to preferred shimmer
A cool bottle
Combine to become a wizard instantly
These are great for cons for hyrdrating while on “brand”
*chugs this shit down while running* STAMINA POTION LETS GO