For me, this entire discussion comes down to bodily autonomy. A fetus can have rights. I don't have a problem with that. You can believe life begins any time that you would like. I don't think that those things matter in this discussion.
What matters is that you cannot give a right to a fetus that no other human has, which is the right to use someone else's body without express and ongoing consent.
I can't make you give me an organ. You can't even make me give a blood donation to save my own kid's life if I refuse to do that, because that's not ethical, even if my kid dies because I refuse to do it.
You can't make people use their body to keep someone else alive.
This is not ethical and it's a breach of bodily integrity and autonomy, and what I feel or what you feel or what anyone feels about abortion on a moral level doesn't matter because you have to look at it from the morality of forcing someone to give their body to a fetus that they don't want to carry and that is an unethical position
Doctor Jones
https://youtu.be/rHrxSUgLvvA
I highly recommend watching this video, it is truly an eye opener.
Turns out, if you're going to detransform out of your supersuit on a deserted rooftop to throw a temper tantrum while people are dying, you should make sure there's no one around to see or hear you first.
Vision blackening around the edges, lungs burning, Kagami Tsurugi pried open the tenth storey window with herculean struggle, pushing herself through and into open water. Swimming upwards towards the light, she wondered if the burning in her eyes was because of the salt water, or because of the tears she could not shed.
Breaking the surface with a desperate gasp, Kagami clawed at the shingles of the roof closest to her, and after a moment of exhausted struggle, managed to pull herself out of the water.
The roof was hot and dry under her hands, the warmth soaking into her palms and face as she laid her cheek against the rough shingles, gasping like a landed fish. The tears in her eyes finally burned their way down her face, dripping down her nose and lips as she sucked in air desperately.
Her mother was dead.
Drowned, trapped on the third floor, unable to escape as the crowd of panicking people blocked the exits as they trashed about, completely under water in less than a minute.
Shivering, it took Kagami's mind a long while to begin processing anything other than the need to gasp air into her lungs as fast as possible.
Sound; a voice. She recognized it-- it was Chat Noir.
"Plagg, Claws in!"
Wait, now the voice had changed. Now it was...
Adrien?
He sounded... Angry.
With no strength to move, Kagami Tsurugi laid on the hidden corner of the rooftop, and felt her world crumbling around her ears as she listened to the boy she secretly loved dooming everyone to die.
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Eventually, there was the sound of movement behind her, and Kagami turned her gaze to see a hunched older man approaching slowly over the roof closest to the building she had collapsed on. A little green creature flitted about his head, speaking in a high pitched voice, like the creature Adrien had been threatening did. Her eyes widened in realization-- this man was another superhero, like Ladybug-- like Kagami had believed that Chat Noir was.
The old man had an oversized life jacket on as he clambered into the water and began to swim her way, his eyes widening in concern when he caught sight of her. The little green creature quickly hid out of sight.
The old man began to swim even faster, and reached her side. Kagami caught a glimpse of a bright green jade bracelet on his wrist as he reached out to her, "Miss, are you okay?" He questioned urgently, helping her to sit up slowly. She instead pulled him down to her level, tugging his arm down until he was crouched next to her, out of Adrien's possible line of sight.
Kagami shook her head, feeling the tears in her eyes finally drying in the face of new emotion sweeping over her: determination.
"No, I'm not." Kagami whispered. "Adrien Agreste is Chat Noir, and he wants to let everyone die."
The old man stared at her. "What?" He finally whispered.
Kagami nodded urgently, "You're like him, right? Like Adrien? Like Ladybug? He is over there, arguing with a creature after he turned back from being Chat Noir. He is threatening to quit and leave the city under water unless the creature tells him where Ladybug went, because he is sick of secrets." Kagami hissed, feeling rage boiling up under his skin, overwhelming the grief that had swamped her with her mother's death.
The old man stared at her for a moment longer, and then his gaze hardened as he stilled and cocked his head to the side, no doubt listening to Adrien who was still raging on the far side of the roof from their little hidden aclove.
The man's gaze grew more and more steely as he listened, and he looked down at her again finally as Adrien's creature desperately encouraged and complimented him, finally causing Adrien to relent in his tirade.
"Don't let him." Kagami whispered, "Don't let him keep going. He doesn't care. He doesn't care about anyone but himself. My mother is dead and he wants to let everyone else die, too."
The old man nodded. "Thank you miss. If it were not for you, I would have made a grave mistake. Stay here please, and stay quiet." The little creature flew out of his shirt collar into sight again and nuzzled her cheek softly in gratitude and sorrow.
The old man straightened up and clambered over the rooftop, the little green creature flitting after him through the air.
Kagami stayed still and silent as she heard the old man quietly, calmly reclaim "the Miraculous" from Adrien, ignoring all of his clamoring, scandalized accusations as the old man introduced himself as the Guardian of the Miraculous.
There was shouting, stomping, and then an abrupt SPLASH! And an exasperated sigh.
After a moment, the old man reappered, and offered her a hand. "I am sorry for that, miss, but I must thank you again for your service. Now, I hate to ask more of you after all you have been through... But I am too old to transform, and Ladybug is going to need help to defeat this akuma."
The man removed the bracelet from his wrist, and the green creature flew forward to greet her again, somber.
Looking at the simple green bracelet being offered to her, and seeing the simple green ring that now adorned his finger, Kagami knew what be was offering her.
She thought of her mother, dead on the third floor, and the hundreds of thousands of people that were dying as they spoke, the people that Adrien had been willing to abandon because be wasn't getting his way.
She thought of the bodies she'd had to swim past to get to the window.
She thought of the cruelty in Adrien's voice as he threatened to let more people die.
Realize parents are having a heated debate on whether or not goats can climb trees.
Immediately side with mom, because I know goats can fuckin climb fucking ANYTHING because I remember the “crave that mineral” meme with the goat on the vertical cliff face apparently levitating to achieve the mineral it craves.
who fuckin says the internet never taught me anything
Dad has to leave to go back to work. Leaves convinced that no, goats can’t climb trees, they’re goats, they stay on the ground.
Once he’s gone, youtube search “Moroccan Tree Goats.” Find self-explanatory video of several goat up in a fuckin tree like some Dr. Seuss shit.
Mom looks at me like it’s the proudest she’s ever been of me in her life, including my university graduation
She emails it to him. At work. My dad will get a video of Moroccan goats screaming in a tree at his place of business, with the subject line “I TOLD YOU SO.”
Mom triumphantly yells to the empty house, “THIS IS WHY PEOPLE IN THE BIBLE THOUGHT GOATS WERE THE DEVIL.”
Bruce Wayne has zoom meetings for WE because he’s not a shitty boss and has the company do remote work when the ‘rona hits and these are some things that have happened during his zoom calls
•there was a cow standing in the back of the office for the whole meeting. Someone asked about it, and Bruce’s answer was ‘my son is afraid my other son is going to eat batcow.’ No one asked any follow up questions
•Dick has climbed in through the window a few times. The first time Bruce asked why and Dick very loudly said ‘I have to stay in shape!’. Bruce has not asked since and continues to let Dick enter through the window
•Damian came running into the office with a live turkey. Bruce paused to say ‘good morning Damian. Good morning Jerry.’ then continued the meeting like nothing happened. Damian left shortly after, but left Jerry
•Cass sits in on his meetings sometimes. She doesn’t say anything, just doodles little pictures for Bruce
•Jason came in, slammed a tray of cookies on the desk, said ‘Alfred said I have to be nice and share’ then walked out
•Alfred the Cat walks across Bruce’s keyboard at least once every meeting, even though Bruce makes sure the cat isn’t in the office before he closes the door. He is starting to suspect the cat knows how to get into the vents
•similarly, Titus makes frequent appearances because he thinks he’s a lap dog. He is not a lap dog
•Tim barges in often and asks ‘can I help you yell at old white men?’ Bruce tells him no every single time
•Tim has also barged in asking ‘if I can give you physical proof that Kon doesn’t have the ‘rona can he come over??’ It is clear they’ve had this argument before
•Bruce once ended a meeting early with the excuse that Alfred the Cat was yelling at Bruce to feed him dinner. Alfred the Cat was sitting in his lap and purring, and it wasn’t even past noon yet
•Alfred has ended meetings early because ‘its dinner time, Master Bruce, and we are going to eat as a family tonight or so help me god’
•at least twice a week Bruce has to physically leave the zoom call because two of his children are fighting
this won’t get 1% of the women’s version of this post.
the world we live in, and people in general don’t care about men. we are pretty much robots who aren’t allowed to show emotion. we’re taught from a young age that boys don’t cry.
fact is women are sexualised, men are idealised. because men can’t be raped because they’re big and strong right? right? yea, pretty much the idiots view of living.
As a sexual assault survivor, this message is more important to me than anything. Sexual assault happens to all genders, whether society wants to admit it or not. We can’t expect the world to do better if we only look at one half of the problem. We can’t be hypocritical.
Yes, 1 in 4 girls will be sexually assaulted before age 18. But 1 in 6 men will also. Yes, 20-25% of college women experience sexual assault, but 15% of college men experience it also. In the US, 1 in 3 women will experience some form of sexual violence/assault at some point in their lifetimes, but 1 in 6 men will also. (Source)
Sexual assault is NOT exclusive to women, and never will be. Support ALL victims. PERIOD.
Lemme tell you people something. EVERYONE can get raped by ANYONE. Men can get raped by men. Women can get raped by women. Women by men. And men by women.
IT DOES NOT MATTER WHAT SEX OR GENDER YOU ARE. NO MEANS NO. IF THERE IS NO CONSENT, IT IS RAPE.
Anyone who follows me and doesnt agree can stop following me right now, I don’t put up with that shit.
And so help me god, if I find out one of my followers condones this shit, I’m gonna open a can of whoop ass on them. Rape is NOT fucking okay. It will never be okay. And I do not fuck around with it.
here is a super helpful website for this kinda thing!
the first result isn’t always the one you’re looking for but when you press enter it’ll give you a ton of words related to your query that’ll probably have what you’re wanting, or something better
My mother says that fanfiction doesn’t count as reading because “it isn’t nearly as good as the stuff that’s published. You’re not going to find something online that will win a Booker Prize.”
Please reblog if you count fan fiction as reading, or if the fanfiction you’ve read is equally as good as published novels. I want to see the figures.
The thing about fanfiction is that since there’s no bar to entry there’s a LOT of objectively low-quality stuff. And that’s okay! But not only is “low-quality” writing not a waste of time and not only does it totally still count as reading, this also somehow makes people think that ALL fanfiction is beginners stuff. And… yeah, wow, that’s super wrong. Some fanfiction is EXTREMELY well written (and as a reminder, the extremely well written stuff was written by the same people that wrote the low quality stuff years before; if you’re a writer keep writing and know that most people don’t care that you’re still figuring it out).
And then we compare this with the “real” books and… guess what? I have read actual published books that are GARBAGE. Bad plots, bad characters, overall shit writing. And they got published! Why? No clue. Maybe they knew a guy? The thing is, there are greater and lesser levels of skill shown in fanfiction AND in published works.
And finally, as time goes by the line between “real” books and “fake” ones is getting slimmer all the time. Since more and more people are reading electronically now, the biggest and most important difference is… editors. “Real” books have editors, and that brings the quality up in a lot of little ways. Fanfiction has editors a lot of the time too, but rarely does it have professional-level editors. So I think that in the years to come, the editing game in the fan communities will get stronger and stronger until - fairly soon - there just won’t be a distinction at all.
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