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[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

Nothing has changed about the legal abortion regulations doctors have to follow except the gestational age at which it becomes relevant. Doctors have ALWAYS had to cover their asses and EVERY citizen is obligated to know the laws which pertain to their occupation. Stop treating doctors like toddlers and maybe the doctors will stop treating women like disposable political pawns.

ProPublica and the DNC genuinely think you are so stupid that you can't tell the difference between an abortion and a miscarriage.

fortunately, every single state with an abortion regulation differentiates between those two things in the law. you can find the law, read it, and understand it in the space of 5 to 10 minutes. so can every single doctor in this country.

every woman who has died at the hands of a hospital because they withheld miscarriage care from her was a victim of either incompetence or malice.

not the law.

[candyredterezii]

Y’all gotta stop makin yaoi and/or shipping in general in mouthwashing. Be serious.

[ofmusicandmagic]

@stealthsleuth

He’d grown up having to be proper and keeping his public face up, but even he was worn out after the tour of the guard HQ and meeting with several people. He thought about going back to his hotel room until he remembered a passing comment about the ‘lower districts.’

They weren’t quite as crowded as the more polished parts of Radiant Garden, but Tempera felt a warmth there that he didn’t in other parts of the city. Vines were crawling up some buildings, which weren’t the sleek, ‘stylish’ sort in other parts. A group of children was playing around a fountain that looked like it was made of weathered rocks, and he just sat down to watch people pass through.

Unfortunately he had left his violin in his room, not expecting to need it. He did still have a small flute, though, because a Velorian never traveled without any instrument at all.

Before he knew it, the kids who’d been playing were laughing and dancing to the music he played, and he smiled as he brought up just a little magic. Colorful butterflies fluttered around, and as the kids started chasing them, he glanced up to see someone watching.

With a smile, he stood, and a pink lily appeared in his hand. “Enjoying the show?” When he held the flower out to her, it burst into a rainbow of sparkles before softly disappearing.

[eightiesfan]

[notthatgirlfrcmculiacan]

It became apparent as they made their way down the stairs that Pote was cooking. She knew that beneath the gruff exterior of the sicario was a heart who cared deeply for those he held dear. His loyalty to her had fallen away from obligation due to what he let transgress in Culiacan, to loyalty based on her need to change things, but now it was due to his deep seated care he had for Teresa. She wished she could take the distrust of James away, knowing the truth about the last year, but she would respect his decision not to tell the rest of her inner circle.

She ensured James got settled into the chair before moving away and into the kitchen. She paused by Pote, glancing at what was cooking before giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze. "James is right. Thank you." It was murmured softly with a gentle smile given to the sicario.

She retrieved a couple glasses from the cupboard nearest the sink and sat the baby monitor on the counter. Santiago would be awake soon enough. She filled both glasses with ice and water from the fridge and brought a glass to James.

"Right now," she was leaning against the counter in the kitchen but within view of anyone in the main part of the open concept of the main living area, "just milk. Mine or formula. Soon he'll get to try purées, but he's still too little. Pote thinks puréed pozole," she teased looking up to the older man to see the hint of a smile turn up his cheek though he didn't comment otherwise, "the doctor says something simple like peas or green beans."

Teresa gave the smallest of nods. Her eyes flickered to the door, mentally mapping out the safehouse in her head. How many steps to the door. Then how many to the stairs. How many stairs and then how many more steps before they'd reach something he could sit on if the need arose.

She wasn't going to tell him no though. He was stubborn enough he'd just go with or without her help, so she stepped away just long enough to grab Santiago's baby monitor before moving back towards him. "Si, let's go," it was murmured as a petite hand slid around his waist.

"Maybe we'll get you something to eat downstairs too." There were leftovers from the night before and she was sure Pote would be making breakfast if he hadn't already done so. Slowly she lead the way towards the door, opening it once they reached it and then leading James down the hallway towards the stairs. She knew he didn't know this safehouse and that he'd been unconcious for most of the time in which he'd been moved between rooms.

[mttonex]

scott when every guy with dark hair and glasses is gideon

[sonichedgeblog]

An animation of Tails loving the conversation, from the DoCoMo chara-den which were avatars you could use for videophone calls on keitai. Thanks to @RockmanCosmo for getting us the footage from DoCoMo's tool's, which were obtained from a P902i phone. Support us on Patreon

[jetlaggingbehind]

thinking about wallace wells. thinking about going through hook ups like tissue paper, never believing anybody will stick around besides scott, who's here only because he has nowhere else to go, and you let him stay anyway even though he doesnt pay the rent. one of the only consistent people in your life, someone you might've actually genuinely liked straight up dying and leaving you with a sudden void of an empty apartment and a cold spot in a futon. thinking about immediately getting wasted and bringing a guy home, someone whose name you won't remember but it's okay because youre only in it for the sex— you dont believe in sparks, after all. believing that scott's conception of his one true girl was a joke because you just don't think you'll ever love anyone like that. kissing someone on a movie set because it's something to do, because he's dressed in the costume of somebody you cared for, because it's all manufactured, false realities and layers of separation deep enough for you to brush off his pleas for connection. thinking about going to paris after everything, the city of love, as tacky as that is, saying you're only there to spend money. but despite the insistence on irony you meet a guy— a fellow canadian, actually, twin foreigners in an unfamiliar place. someone who actually wants to stick around, who follows you through the city to see the sights and seems to genuinely like you. it can't be genuine, though— can't possibly be a reason to stay beyond a few hookups. so you stop at the river and you kiss him to get it over with...

but instead you see sparks.

[grmka]

hubbies

[rollingyamada]

awww

[hpscaling]

“Does that mean you’re going to contact her, then?” Nilou asked. “Well, after looking her up, I guess. Could always ask Evie to include her in her search for you.”

“Oh um, she gave me a business card, actually. It’s in my bag.” She put her phone away, having finished ordering the donuts to be ready when she got there.

As soon as she pulled the card out, she held it out to Aerith. “Now that I think about it, I do remember seeing her with the engineer who’s in charge of the star rail. Maybe her daughter?”

[clausmotherthree]

MOBILLACE NATION WE WOOOOON

[thenightgazers]

Happy Anniversary to TADC!!

Redraw of my year old drawing:

[lullabynursery]

Colorful babycore!

🌈 🍼 🌈 🍼 🌈 🍼 🌈 🍼 🌈

[fruitiermetrostation]

Samsung GT-C3520 La Fleur edition