#pregnancy mention
Domesticated - now streaming for free on YouTube.
Weighing seven episodes and 50 minutes in length, our little bundle of joy arrived on April 3rd.
Had a dream last night that Lapis got pregananant (by Peri). I congratulated her, & she seemed really happy about the situation until Pearl & Peridot told her a “fun fact” that Gem litters could range from 1 to 99 babies at a time & her face dropped so fucking quick
In light of the news out of SCOTUS:
if you are a person/couple in the US looking to have a child through sperm donation and have accounts through sperm banks I recommend that, in solidarity of everyone that will be affected by the over turning of Roe V Wade, and for your own health and safety that you delete all those accounts and put your pregnancy plans on hold. If asked why you have canceled explain that the US is no longer a safe country to pursue a pregnancy in.
I have already deleted my accounts for the reasons listed above and I hope you will consider doing the same.
Another thing everyone needs to remember is that the medical term for a miscarriage is a spontaneous abortion, and they will try to criminalize that, too.
As many as half of all pregnancies end in spontaneous abortion. Oftentimes the pregnant person does not know they have been pregnant.
I have been pregnant 13 times that i know of, and have required a D&C for a couple of them so I didn’t go septic and die. (Celiac disease causes spontaneous abortion in many people, and we didn’t know i had it, only that I miscarried a lot). I have had one live birth. One. The other 12, they’d like to make crimes.
So. You know. Been thinking about that a lot today.
Listen I get the fear but like. There is not a single pro-life person who wants to criminalize miscarriage. I mean maybe there’s the insane .002% who want to idk but. The vast VAST majority of us are concerned about supporting both the mother and the child
Go fuck yourself. You and every goddamn pro life piece of shit. You don’t care about the mother and child, because if you gave a shit about the mother you wouldn’t force her to carry a child she didn’t want. If you gave a shit about the child, you’d support programs to help the mother raise that child, rather than voting for republicans who are a god damn death cult at this point.
But instead you pro-life ghouls just want babies to be born and don’t really give a rat’s ass what happens afterwards.
Who hurt u
Pretty clearly the answer is “forced birthers.”
@starry-stitch I don’t know your position and I’m going to assume you’re well meaning at heart, so here’s the thing:
There are women in jail for miscarrying RIGHT NOW in the US. It is already happening. Brittney Poolaw was sentenced to 4 years in prison for manslaughter in Oklahoma for taking a drug that may increase the risk of miscarriage (though autopsy showed it didn’t actually cause her miscarriage).
If someone gets pregnant and miscarries, there is a non-zero chance they’ll be arrested and convicted of man-slaughter or worse. That chance should be 0%, and can only be 0% if abortion is legal and isn’t as heavily restricted as it is in many states.
There’s also ectopic pregnancies. An Ectopic pregnancy is when the embryo implants somewhere other than the uterus, usually the fallopian tubes. There, the embryo will grow and grow causing pain and bleeding until the tube bursts and the woman dies. You cannot make an ectopic pregnancy into a viable pregnancy. Full Stop.
Sometimes when abortion is prohibited, a salpingectomy, which is the removal of the fallopian tubes, is allowed once the ectopic pregnancy has reached the point where death of the woman is imminent. Of course, this has a higher risk of complications and death than just getting an abortion the moment the ectopic pregnancy is detected.
When you make abortion illegal, there will be a debate on whether miscarriages are prosecuted in any circumstance, what evidence is required to differentiate whether someone had an illegal abortion or a miscarriage, and whether there will be exceptions for certain circumstances like ectopic pregnancies.
This debate is very dangerous for the rights of women and the rights of anyone who is or can get pregnant. Miscarriages should have 0% risk of prosecution, and the state shouldn’t be able to prevent abortions when the pregnant person could die if they don’t get it. The moment that debate happens in the legislatures those 2 things cannot be guaranteed.
El Salavador, for example, makes zero exceptions, life threatening or not.
The only way to prevent that debate from happening is if abortion is allowed.
And you may think they will never actually make it possible for a miscarriage to be prosecuted despite the fact it already happened. However, some politicians may have incentives to do that very thing. You see, in some states, felons lose their right to vote. In those states, if you make a thing a felony, then you can decrease the amount of people who do that thing and can still vote. If a politician from such a state does poorly with women voters, they may decide that they should prosecute miscarriages so they can stay in office. Such a politician won’t have women’s rights or supporting mothers on their priorities because otherwise they wouldn’t choose to do that.
I personally find any strategy that a state can use to take away voting rights from demographics it doesn’t like horrifying and an affront to democracy whether I’m part of those demographics or not.
Not allowing abortion also sets a dangerous precedent. The right to bodily autonomy is guaranteed as an extension to the 9th Amendment’s right to privacy. You have complete say over your own organs and they cannot be donated unless you gave permission even in death, and you aren’t required to donate blood even if it would save a life. Maybe you wouldn’t say no to donating a kidney if you were a match for someone who needed one, but the state cannot jail you for saying no, nor can it mandate kidney donations or any other organ donations. The “should you kill one person if their organs will save 5 moral dilemma” is also a debate that shouldn’t be had in legislatures.
Making abortion illegal means that an exception is made for the uterus. Court decisions are based on precedent, so if an exception to the right to bodily autonomy is made for the uterus, that is fuel for future arguments to add more exceptions to bodily autonomy.
If complications or health problems come up that prevent a pregnancy from carrying to term safely, abortions are an important part of making sure women (and trans men) can try for a child safely without putting their lives on the line. Cause sometimes shit happens and painful decisions must be made.
People will die that could’ve been saved and innocents will be jailed if this draft is made reality. That’s not an exaggeration. It’s just the truth.
Thanks for being respectful @tachvintlogic! Just to clarify my position, I am very much pro-life and I absolutely wholeheartedly believe that anyone being sentenced to any legal punishment at all for a miscarriage is horrific. I agree with you and will fight alongside you on that. My point is not that no one is in jail from miscarriage, but that the majority of pro-lifers do not condone punishment for miscarriage.
Ectopic pregnancy procedures are never abortions. Abortion is an intentional attack on a living child. Any situation in which the mother’s life is in danger is a tragedy and an exception is made in the draft for these cases. Miscarriage management is also not an abortion (legally or morally). These are two separate issues (both of which must be addressed).
The act of abortion is very different from the act of not donating organs. It is the dismemberment of an innocent living human being via extremely violent means. There is no nonviolent way to perform an abortion. The right to life is listed as the first of the principle rights of an American in our founding documents: life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. The right to privacy does not override this right, nor should it be used to do so. An exception is not made for the uterus, but killing of the innocent is prohibited no matter where it occurs. Ultimately, you cannot violently murder someone and claim bodily autonomy as your defense.
Again, thank you for your respect and I appreciate your reply.
Let’s say that I concede the idea that a blastocyst is morally, philosophically, and legally equivalent to a fully-formed human being. I absolutely do not, and in fact it is firmly against my religion (Judaism) to treat a fetus as morally equivalent to a born human being, and explicitly commanded to prioritize the physical and mental well-being of the gestational parent, an actual human being, above the existence of a potential human being.
But let’s just say that I do concede that idea, and we are talking about two fully-formed human beings who are legally and morally equivalent to one another, and one of them is helpless and will not survive without their access to, and ability to change and harm, the other person’s body.
Even if I concede that, you’re still wrong.
The act of abortion is very different from the act of not donating organs.It actually is not different at all. Both of them rest on the question of whether or not you have the right to privacy and the integrity of your own body. The only question at hand here is this:
Do you have the right to the integrity of your own body and the right to decide what happens to it? Do you believe that someone else should be able to use your body to stay alive no matter what you think of that? Do you think that someone has the right to damage your body, to change your body forever, to disable you, or to kill you, in order for them to stay alive? Do you think that the right of someone else to use your body to stay alive whether or not it harms you should be inscribed in law?
If you do not think that someone else should be able to use your body to stay alive no matter what you think about that prospect, congratulations! You don’t believe in forced birth, and you believe that gestational parents are not required to permit another human being to utilize their body to stay alive. If you do think that, then you support forced organ donation. There is not a meaningful legal or moral distinction between those two things.
Ultimately, you cannot violently murder someone and claim bodily autonomy as your defense.Actually, you absolutely can do that, legally, in many many circumstances. Cops do it all the time, after all. “Stand your ground” laws provide for exactly what you are saying. Self-defense exists as a legal concept for exactly this reason: you may cause physical violence on a person in order to keep yourself whole. You are allowed to prioritize your own life in circumstances when not doing so would cause you harm.
Whether or not you agree with how police utilize (and very documentedly abuse) the right to do violence against others in the name of preserving their own lives or well-being, the fact remains that they absolutely have the ability to do so.
Invoking the concept of “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness” as written in a non-foundational document* written by a human being who not only owned other human beings but repeatedly raped one of those human beings over many years beginning when she was a teenager does not really have the moral punch that you seem to think it does, by the way. You might want to reconsider that one while you’re reconsidering whether you think someone has the right to use your body to stay alive regardless of what you think about that prospect.
It’s an either/or: either you think a living person with a uterus has at least as many rights to privacy and bodily integrity as a corpse, or you don’t. Period. End of story.
*The Declaration of Independence is not legally binding in any way - those words don’t appear in the Constitution - and its words have only symbolic weight, zero legal weight at all.
Lastly, this constant “nuh uh, pro-lifers don’t think that way” is an outright insult to the intelligence and perception of those of us who grew up in conservative/Evangelical areas, or who have pro-life family and coworkers. I grew up surrounded by Southern Baptists who would absolutely say “the wages of sin are death” in direct response to the idea that abortion was permissible to save the life of the mother, and dealing with church members and neighbors who told me to my face that they believed I was culpable for my miscarriages and that I had committed a crime by not successfully carrying my pregnancies to team. It is a VERY insulting thing: I’m not insulated from people with these attitudes. I grew up around them. Lots of them.
And by the way, the little comments about “respect and civility” are something called “tone policing.” Knock it off.
I had an intense hankering for Morrigan and a Female Warden, so happy Pride Month everybody!!
Word Count: 1827
Rating: Smut (18+)
Warnings: Pregnancy mention(s), light teasing, bickering, AFAB lesbian sex
Samara Cousland was a woman of refined birth. She came from one of the oldest houses of Ferelden, and had been trained to be a perfect lady, and a perfect warrior. She was beautiful, in face and figure and personality, and her smile brought light to the dreariest of days.
Morrigan was none of these things.
She had been told she was beautiful, once, but that had been from Samara, and Morrigan still didn’t know if she could trust the many, many compliments she received from the naive lady. She tried to believe them but…she was crass, and blunt, and angry - gods, she was always angry. It was easier that way, to pretend like nothing was alright in the world because, really, what good could possibly outweigh what was to come.
Instead, she minds her place. She distances herself from the group, eats only what she is given, and speaks only when something relevant crosses her mind. She isn’t here to make friends with these people - she is here to end whatever it is mother has planned. She has a role to play.
It reminds her of the games Samara invites her to play - to “pass the time and keep you sane”. She had to admit, trivial little games were easier to think about than bedding the oaf Alistair and bearing his child, and then Samara couldface the archdemon and…
Morrigan couldn’t consider that. She asks Samara to set the board again instead.
Samara beat her every time - it was almost another one of their little rituals. The party would return from whatever little quest they went on, Samara would pass out the little gifts and trinkets she found wherever they went. She would eat, she would bathe, and she would pass stories round the fire until she made her way to Morrigan, giving her confident smiles.
She moves pawns around the board with such confidence. Morrigan doesn’t understand how she can change the world like she does, affecting so many lives for the better. She almost resents her for it, the way she bandages every knee and acts as a martyr for all the hopeless dreamers. Instead, she watches as she moves a knight.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Samara says, a smile in her voice. She crosses her legs at the knee, resting her elbow on her thigh and her chin in her hand, “Do I have something on my face?”
“‘Tis that stupid little grin below your nose.” Morrigan retorts immediately, moving her piece. She sees it after she moves, that she can steal the piece.
She does. “Oh, you love it.”
Morrigan just watches her a moment, admiring her…well, all of her, really. She’s a beautiful woman, strong from lugging around a sword and shield day in and day out. Alistair had called her a desert bloom, offered a rose he’d carried in his pocket for weeks. Samara had accepted it with the grace of a friend, quietly disclosing to Alistair that she was, in fact, only attracted to women.
Morrigan had overheard.
Her mother had always convinced her that there were places in the world - there were pawns and kings, and they had their queens. Two queens on the same side of the board would completely ruin the game, the entire dynamic completely null with one slight change.
But Morrigan couldn’t help but wonder. If two queens, on the same side of the board, surrounded by their army of knights and bishops and pawns, if they really needed a king to dictate the ending of the game. Or, perhaps, if the king were the equal of a bishop, or a pawn - a player in the game, but not the equal party.
“You look a million miles away.” Samara says, fist on her cheek, “Come on, what’s bothering you?”
“What?” Morrigan fakes a scoff, “Nothing, I’m waiting for you to take your turn.”
Samara arches a brow, “Well, my dear, you would be mistaken. It’s your turn.” She puts on a lopsided little smile, and Morrigan blushes, clearing her throat and moves another piece - does a bishop move like that?
If it doesn’t, Samara doesn’t comment on it. “Now, what had you so distracted from our little game?” She looks over the board, pondering her next move.
Morrigan looks at Samara, almost with a sense of urgency, and Samara must sense it, ignoring the board. “Alistair approached me while your party was away.”
“Are you two arguing again?” Samara asks, completely used to their childish antics. “What’s caused it this time?”
Morrigan clears her throat, “Alistair has suggested that he believes we are…how did he phrase it?” She tries to put it lightly, then just sighs, “Caboodling.”
Samara laughs, shaking her head, “Did he put it like that? Caboodling?”
“I think I prefer fraternization.” She admits, busying herself with the board.
She looks her over, but Morrigan doesn’t see it, considering she’s still trying to figure out if a knight was allowed to move like she was planning. Samara lets herself relax, smiling, wishing that she and Morrigan were…caboodling.
“Well, it wouldn’t technically be fraternizing.” She explains, moving her piece, “I mean, if Alistair and I were together, we’d both be Grey Wardens, so it would be. But we’re just…friends. No fraternization if we do decide to caboodle.”
Morrigan almost cracks a smile, “Please stop referring to sex as caboodling.”
Samara laughs and shakes her head, “You started it, I won’t stop.” She leans a little closer, “What made Alistair think that we were…having sex?”
“Apparently he thinks that we make ‘kissy faces’ at one another.” She rolls her eyes, taking her move, “I think you share more romantic glances with that mutt of yours.”
Samara fakes a gasp, “Barkspawn is integral to the group.” She smiles at Morrigan, and she is undone. “He’s going to be the real hero of all this, mark my words.” Then, after a moment, “Checkmate.”
Morrigan looks down at the board, perplexed. Her queen had captured her king, after knocking her queen from the board, and she feels like there is some symbolism, or a divine notion that she ought to adhere to.
Instead, she sits back in her seat, “That…was a good game, Warden.” Morrigan does crack a smile this time, and Samara practically beams in response. “I daresay I enjoyed myself.”
Samara snorts - rather unbecoming for such a prissy noble - and smiles at Morrigan, “You better have, considering how often we play this damnable game.”
Morrigan smiles, then pauses, considering, “You don’t like this game?”
Samara shakes her head, “My father made me play it constantly - to help with strategy, he said. All I see now is a controlled, easy board. Nothing is so easy in the moment.” She smiles, much softer than before, at Morrigan, “It’s much better with you, though.”
“Because you win every time.” Morrigan shoots back, trying to hide the lump in her throat. No man had ever made her…pine. Was this pining? She was yearning for her touch, to know if her lips were really as soft as they looked. She wanted to know how her hair felt in her grip, to listen to her and take care of her Warden, her Samara.
“Because of the company.” Samara says, still holding Morrigan’s queen piece.
Caboodling. Morrigan didn’t understand why the idiotic Warden didn’t just refer to it as what it was - sex. Or, more honestly, she did. He was a virgin, inexperienced in the ‘heat of the moment’, in the ‘passion of lovers’. In that moment, though, eyes locked on Samara’s, Morrigan is convinced she wants to call it love-making.
Morrigan licks her lips, watching Samara’s deft fingers turn the queen piece round and round, and suddenly, the Warden’s lips are pressed against hers.
Her lips aren’t soft. They’re chapped, from months of neglect, and her fingertips are callous and rough, but she and Morrigan interlock more firmly than any king and queen ever have. It’s not an explosion of feelings or an eruption of passion, but Morrigan feels something coming to light - Morrigan is Morrigan and Samara is Samara, and they are together now.
Morrigan knows she will have to leave one day. She will bear a child, and she will…
She doesn’t want to think about what comes next, because she doesn’t know. It is easier to have a plan, to know where the pawns will go, and what the queen will do, and when.
Instead, she kisses Samara.
She grips the front of the shirt she wore, like she might try to dart off and leave her. Samara’s fingers intertwine in her hair, and Morrigan stands, the board game forgotten as the Warden is led into the Witch’s den.
Love-making, Morrigan thinks, her lips a breath away from Samara’s undressing her slowly, admiring every scar, kissing over the bone of her hip, across her collarbone. Samara shakes beneath her, and Morrigan’s name sounds like heaven on her lips.
She kisses along her thighs, teasing. She is soft here, not untouched, but Morrigan finds that Samara grips the sheets and whines when Morrigan takes her time here.
She has only ever lain with men, specifically men with assigned male anatomy - she has never evenseen another young woman’s body, unsure of where she is allowed to tread from here.
“Are you…?” Samara asks just as Morrigan looks up to her, “Have you done this before?” She says, as if she is a mind reader - Morrigan knows she is not.
Morrigan swallows and bites back, “I didn’t have many opportunities during the few times I left to wood, much less with…someone like you.”
Samara snorts, and it puts Morrigan at ease, at least a little, though she bristles, “Someone like me? You touch yourself, don’t you?”
Thinking of you, but Morrigan just nods, and dips her fingers inside, using the same tricks that get her off, watching Samara’s face so she could pinpoint exactly what made her whisper her name, what made her toes curl, her nose wrinkle - her favorite was how the Warden’s eyes shut, her lips parted and she ruts her hips into Morrigan’s hand, only to have the Witch pin her down with her free hand, kissing along her navel as she fingers her.
Love. Morrigan thinks it’s a silly word. Laying with the Warden will not convince her so easily, but Samara is a patient woman. Two queens. The concept is still foreign to Morrigan, but she brings Samara to climax twice over before the Warden demands that it’s Morrigan’s turn. Morrigan just smiles, and then rolls her eyes as Samara teases her for it.
Samara kisses at the curls between the Witch’s legs, “We’re caboodling now, you know that?”
“Oh, just shut up, and put that mouth to good use.” Morrigan looks up, but only so Samara can’t see her smiling.
Samara kisses the inside of her thigh, “Anything for you.”
Morrigan believes her.
