Reminder: it is called pro- CHOICE, not pro-DEFINITELY-GETTING-AN-ABORTION. it is about allowing women or couples to CHOOSE what happens with their own bodies. It is about the fact that maybe *you* would never get an abortion, but still not shaming the fact that other people might choose to have one. It is about the fact that *you* might get an abortion but not shaming other women about deciding to go through with the pregnancy even if they are young, unmarried, or not in a condition *you* would want to have a child in. It is about choice, and respect that we all have different opinions and morals.
I was tagged @natalieironside and given the words inscribe,terror,star, and joyous. Thank you!!
He laughed again, his face pressed into her hair, then slowly disentangled himself. “Maybe later.”
“Later,” she agreed, a bit too enthusiastic despite the sudden weight on her chest. It wasn’t doubt, or panic, or even fear. The only way she could describe it was a terrible sense of foreboding, like maybe fate was finally done waiting for her and had decided it was time to drag her towards the inevitable conclusion to her tale.
She jerked her head up to find him sprinting towards her, bag and rifle abandoned behind him. A sudden, violent terror seized her. Stand up, stand up—her boots slipped, sending her sprawling backwards. A gun fired to her left and ice shards exploded to her right. She shrieked and covered her head as the fragments pelted her.
These were the people who deserved more. These were the parts of Kethyia she would die to protect. Fate wanted a life to restore balance, and she would give it one—her own. She would force it to be satisfied by that. Or else she would tear through the very fabric of fate and rearrange the stars to fit her needs.
“Say the word, and we can leave,” Damir said quietly.
“You better not be saying that because you want to leave,” she teased. Her tone was slightly off, but nothing that couldn’t be blamed on tiredness. She wanted to enjoy every last second with him and wouldn’t allow fate to take that away from her.
Missed my babies so I went back to them.
It’s that time of year!!
i’m crying i’m crying i’m crying
KID’S A FELLOW FONT NERD
I can’t even express how amazing this is to me holy shit
I was feeling weird about how fast my brain was like “this kid is 100% autistic” but according to the notes I was correct. So.
Who is more utterly in love with the details of the world than an autistic kid?
Once I caught on that he was writing font names in that font I couldn’t think of any other reason for him to be doing that than a special interest in fonts. As an autistic person I’ve found I’m pretty good at recognizing my own people.
Glad he’s allowed to have fun his way, too many parents would want him to play with the sidewalk chalk “correctly”.