i still think it sounds classy
it’d be an expensive vacuum cleaner ok))
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i still think it sounds classy
it’d be an expensive vacuum cleaner ok))
[Like, the most expensive-
Also we’ve chosen Verbloom, u get a cookie]
yessss))
just hit 100 followers!!! thank you all!))
[jessica said that verbloom sounds like a vacuum cleaner
so does bloover though omg
I think I like verbloom tho-]
i still think it sounds classy
it'd be an expensive vacuum cleaner ok))
auctxr
"Hmm? Hello. What brings you here?"
"I'm beginning to ask myself that," Isolde murmured, the words not intended to actually be spoken aloud - but, well, there was little to lose when one was on the opposite side of two inches of bulletproof glass.
Nothing to lose, in fact, but her confidence. Arranging meetings with someone this illustrious wasn't an easy task, and she hoped she'd get something useful out of it.
The orderly on intake duty seemed to be under the impression that Hannibal Lecter would be able to escape and murder them all if any visitors so much as breathed on the glass, however, and that was frankly discouraging.
Isolde shifted, adjusting her glasses so his face was out of the range she could see - instead letting her focus fall on the number on his jumpsuit. B-5160-8. B-5160-8. B-5160-8.
"I think I'd call it curiosity."
puttinghimdown:
[Verbloom sounds like an exploding car I’m shaking with laughter
It’s actually probably my fave I jUST]
OH MY GOD IT DOES
BUT I LIKE IT ANYWAY IT ALSO SOUNDS LIKE A FASHION NAME OR A TYPE OF PERFUME OR SOMETHING
my mom suggests bloover
thanks mom))
[whoever can help come up with a ship name for margot/alana that doesn’t sound stupid gets a cookie
or not
but]
verbloom?
marlana?
marbloom?))
Yu Yamauchi - Mt. Fuji, 2006-2009
To disallow abortions would give foetuses more rights that any born person.
What do you mean? The only right it’d give a fetus is to not be killed by a doctor at it’s mother’s request. I’m pro-choice but i’m pretty sure every born person already has that right.
-Morgan
I think it may be referring to granting the foetus the ability to co-opt the body/resources of the parent when individuals are specifically barred from the same ability - e.g., organ donation, blood transfusion, grafts, etc. We do not (generally) approve of forcing one person to donate bodily resources to another.
Unless the mother was raped, or for some reason had no clue what the function of sex is, then becoming pregnant wasn’t really without her consent. We all know the potential consequences of sex yet we still choose to do it anyways. With the exception of rape the only person who has granted the fetus access to their body is the mother, who then turns around and destroys said fetus because consequences suck.
-Morgan
The way I think about it, if the fetus isn’t a person with rights, then forcing a woman to keep it is kind of an arbitrary, cruel practice.
But if we think the fetus is a person, then statements like the above end up basically blaming the fetus for its existence, which is absurd because its existence was (usually) caused by the knowing actions of others.
Basically anytime someone says the fetus is “stealing bodily resources” it’s implying the fetus is a person with agency. Which is more responsibility than most people give young children. If, say, a toddler toddles into the street and causes a car accident, we’d blame the parents/guardians.
If you’re going to argue for abortion rights, it’s much safer and saner to presume the fetus is something like property. You acknowledge that its existence is someone’s responsibility (be it two consenting adults or a rapist) but the mother is allowed full control over it. (Now that I think about it, a woman won’t be punished in the US if she causes a baby to be born with FAS, and other than taking illegal drugs or attacks by a third party against a mother, I can’t think of an instance where abuse of a fetus is punishable. So maybe the above statement is accurate to the outlook of our law.)
^^BOOM THIS THIS A THOUSAND FOLD THIS^^^
-Morgan
This law would cause mothers who had miscarriages to be arrested, though. And rape victims. Children who were molested and got pregnant from it. Basically, that way of thinking punishes uterus-havers for having sex, whether such sex was consensual or not. Is that REALLY the way you want to be, really?
Why would it punish mothers who have miscarriages? shit happens.
For murder, of course! If a fetus is given all the rights of personhood, then a miscarriage becomes negligent homicide!
HEY FUN FACT
LIVING, BREATHING PEOPLE WITH BRAIN FUNCTION DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO USE SOMEONE ELSE'S BODY WITHOUT THEIR CONSENT
IF SOMEONE IS DYING AND DESPERATELY NEEDS A KIDNEY TRANSPLANT THAT ONLY ONE PERSON IN THE WORLD COULD PROVIDE, THAT PERSON HAS EVERY RIGHT TO REFUSE DONATING THEIR ORGAN. THAT PERSON ACTUALLY HAS THAT RIGHT EVEN AFTER THEIR DEATH - IF CONSENT WASN'T GIVEN DURING THEIR LIFE, NO PART OF THEIR BODY CAN BE USED AFTER THEIR DEATH, NO MATTER WHAT PURPOSE IT'S FOR. EVEN IF IT'S SAVING SOMEONE'S LIFE.
PREGNANCY IS BASICALLY CONTINUOUS DONATION OF YOUR UTERUS FOR NINE-ISH MONTHS. CONSENT TO SEX IS NOT CONSENT TO PREGNANCY. IF TWO PEOPLE ARE HAVING SEX WITHOUT THE INTENTION OF THE UTERUS-BEARER GETTING PREGNANT, THEY ARE NOT CONSENTING TO PREGNANCY AND IF IT HAPPENS BY ACCIDENT IT IS NOT CONSENTING TO PREGNANCY. EVEN ASSUMING A FETUS WITH NO BRAIN FUNCTION SHOULD HAVE THE SAME RIGHTS AS ANY OTHER HUMAN BEING, THAT FUTURE PERSON DOES NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO USE SOMEONE ELSE'S UTERUS TO SURVIVE WITHOUT THE CONTINUOUS CONSENT OF THE PERSON WHO HAS THE UTERUS.
MAKING ABORTION ILLEGAL IS GIVING A FETUS MORE RIGHTS THAN A BORN PERSON AND A PREGNANT PERSON LESS BODILY AUTONOMY THAN A CORPSE.
and yes, under the above assumptions, miscarriage would be negligent manslaughter.))
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interview with the ripper.
“No.” He hardly waited for her to finish before voicing the negative. And though he couldn’t have contained the force of his tone in the given response, Chilton thought it wise to push his temper down. He leaned back. Took a few deep, calming breaths, relaxed his fingers. Control. “I can not - and will not - give you anything. You would have better luck getting an answer out of these walls. I’m sure they have much to tell.“
There it was, the sarcastic remark he couldn’t help. Why should he? It was clear that she didn’t respect him enough to listen. Enough to try and soothe him, perhaps, but not to actually listen. Respect would be hard won from him, no matter the chains on his person. “I’ve said all I will. You are only wasting your time here.“ A dismissal, even if he was in no position to give it. He turned his head from her. It was the best he could do.
She flinched at the tone of his voice, bolting upright immediately. The chair's metal legs scraped against the concrete floor. She could be sharp, collected, even spiteful in her head, like she should be talking to someone like Chilton - but all it took to tear that from her was a raised voice from someone who couldn't even do anything to her, not now, not ever. Put that on repeat. He can't hurt you. He can't do anything to you. It doesn't matter what he thinks and he can't sue.
She was caught between the irrationality of the reaction and the irrationality of finding being afraid of a serial killer irrational.
Isolde pushed up her glasses when they started to slip down too far, catching one clear sight of him, head turned away from her. A nice, sharp view of the ugly bullet-carved scar. And then she turned too, gesturing to the orderly outside that she was done.
"Sorry for - for wasting your time, Dr. Chilton. I'll - talk to your lawyers if they have any concerns."
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hallucinatorydesign replied to your post “someone needs to make a character named esca to ship with...”
I WAS ACTUALLY DISCUSSING THIS WITH HER YESTERDAY I THINK I IMGHT
I'M TOO ENTERTAINED BY THE IDEA OF BEING ABLE TO ACTUALLY CALL A SHIP ESCARGOT
my sadness is not a cut for you to bandage and it is not a bruise for you to kiss
i am not waiting for you to save me i am hoping you will love me while i rescue myself
“Soon I’ll grow up, and I won’t even flinch at your name.”
Alanis Morissette. (via theburnthatkeepseverything)
someone needs to make a character named esca to ship with puttinghimdown
do it))
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interview with the ripper.
It was obvious that not a single word he’d said was listened to. Chilton had his doubts that she’d even bothered to hear it. He sighed - loudly, and rearranged his hands again. No amount of shifting would allow him comfort, but that didn’t matter.
If looks could only kill…a number of people he had every reason to dislike would have perished by now. The cold glint behind his eyes as he leveled a stare on her was of the same sort. It was not the menacing stare of a murderer, but a glimpse into the mind of a tired man, a frustrated, harassed man, who was subjected to both injury and insult, now in the form of a persistent writer, but people would see what they wanted in him. A sacrifice. A victim. A scapegoat. Cannibalistic murderer, disgraced psychiatrist.
“You do not have my permission to write about me.” Will Graham may have been willing to wrap everyone around his fingers to assert his innocence, but Chilton was not. He would put his faith in the money he had and the lawyers it bought, and hope the real murderer was caught before he had spent too long in a cell. Keep his head down and ride it out. “I’ll tell my lawyers about this. If they find one unauthorized word written about me, you will pay.” Perhaps after this was over he’d look into having his story published in some way. Not before.
"I'm not writing about you, exactly." She could feel his eyes on her, even if they were nothing more than blurred spots on his face without her glasses in place to sharpen her sight. Chances were high Isolde was mid-way through pissing off a violent serial killer, but she didn't have any reason to fear him here. That didn't stop her heart from pounding in her chest.
Better to get everything out before she lost her nerve or he lost her temper. It had taken days to prep herself for this meeting and she didn't want to lose her chance.
"I'm a novelist. Everything I write is fictional, doctor." And admittedly so, unlike some of the things she'd read over the years. "The Ripper's murders have served as inspiration for a character in my books. What I write will be about him, not you this is just another development I'm looking into. It's... research. Exploring all the possibilities."
In her head, she said something very witty about how whatever she wrote would be far too abstracted from the truth for him to ever pull off a lawsuit. In reality, she said nothing of the sort.
"I could, um try and get you a copy of the manuscript when it's all done. If... that would be any sort of encouragement." Bartering had not been what she'd meant to come out of her mouth. "You'd have the opportunity to make sure anything inspired by your story meets your approval."