#anti fetus fingerbangers

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

Was reminded of nattikay's existence and got inspired, decided I might as well use the poll function.

No "show option." Choose or face my blade. Reblog for more votes, etc.

@mayfriend @midnight1404 @kayjaydee17 @freshairforrabbits @bl00dw1tch @makitesuli

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

I wanna write a goddamn series for mpreg abortions.

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hi there

Hi, you might know me as @this-world-of-beautiful-monsters. I wanted an abortion-centered space separate from my main blog, so I'm attempting to raise awareness and collect resource re the current choice crisis here.

I respect all pregnant people, regardless of gender, and terfs can go straight back to hell. "Uterus" does not equal "female" and people who refuse to accept this are making things worse in a situation that is already very bad. I have preemptively blocked both "terf" and "radfem" tags in the interest of supporting vulnerable communities. I will be posting resources related to the current crisis, along with access to pro-choice art and stories across Tumblr. I'm also going to be reaching out to some of the people who followed me as monsters to see if anyone wants to submit any material or boost any posts.

I'm blocking the "pro life," "pro-life" "pro-life," and "prolife christian" tag and I'm encouraging everyone else to do the same. There's no sense in wading into that filth. If I find someone who has violated the tag, I'll mention it here, with proof, and encouraging everyone to block.

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learned about alabama banning ivf and i might actually throw up

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

I honestly don’t know what else we should expect from someone who anthropomorphizes tumors.

I keep seeing people talk about the "oncoming cult boom" like we haven't been here for like three years.

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

life

(past abortion, past suicide attempt, references to bigotry)

ao3

"It wasn't...alive. Scientifically." Dana curls a hand over her stomach, tracing circles around her belly button. "I know that. But--" She lefts out the faintest puff of air, turning her head slightly, sweat in her dark hair glistening as it mixes with cats. "I don't know. I think about it, sometimes."

"My old church would say it was alive." Kate clasps her wrists--a cross on one, a violet on the other. A careful balance she's spent years cultivating, tenuous as feet balanced upon a rooftop once upon a time. "They'd also say I'm going to hell for...a lot of reasons."

She lets her head slide down, clasp Dana's hand, and carefully pull it back to her lips. She kisses Dana's wrists, the fine, breathing veins there.

"The pain's real," she says, letting Dana's skin warm her face. "But so are we. We're alive, Dana. That's always been the most important thing."

Dana doesn't reply, but she curls her fingers, squeezing tight. Their pulses hums in sync.

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Ok so this is gonna be a pretty weird fic request, but do you know of any pro-choice tmnt (Tcest or non-tcest) fics?

It’s just so weird to me that in pretty much all pregnancy or mpreg fics that they consider getting an abortion but don’t and it’s always the ~right~ decision and it always rubs off on me as being pro-life in a trench coat.

Don't worry, it's not a weird request at all!

I'm afraid there's not much, but I do have:

(general tws include pregnancy, mpreg, and discussions of abortion)

My Life Was Ended By Your Hand, the Kind of Murder Where Nobody Dies by PrincessGemma12 @princessgemma12 - Snapshots from the dark life of Hamato Raphael as he and his family fight for autonomy (tw explicit, csa, underage rape/noncon, child pregnancy, family separation, underage drug use, suicidal thoughts, underage drug use, kink shaming, nonconsensual bodily modification, graphic violence, blood, gore, cannibalism)

"She'd Never Be Alone" and "No One Will Come" from Colors by PrincessGemma12 @princessgemma12 - Two different stories about possibility and the right to control it, from a pro choice author and close friend (tw vomiting, implied rape/noncon, incest, trauma, implied csa, discussions of both consensual and forced abortion)

Lio by GoblinCatKC. @goblincatkc-blog - Leo lays an egg and faces a choice only he can make (tw mentions of sexism, tcest, fears of misgendering)

"Bamboo" from A Deep And Thorny Tangle by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters - Shini gives Karai love and support in the face of a painful issue (tw past csa, past rape/noncon, trauma, flashbacks)

"Lillith's Burdens" from Midnight Whispers by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters - Leo's brothers are there for him after Parasitica's revenge makes itself known (tw forced pregnancy, body horror, blood, gore, misgendering)

"Stop Worrying And Love (The Bomb)" from Midnight Whispers by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters - Leo and his brothers do what they need to do to survive (tw cannibalism, apocalypse, tcest)

My Flesh To Rule by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters - Trans!Casey takes the opportunity to get the care he needs (tw transphobia, slut shaming, implied rape not involving main characters, implied blood, implied dysphoria)

but keep your head up / keep pushing through by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters - Donnie, Casey, and April stand together in the face of the Supreme Court's decision (tw fireworks, trauma)

i've been searching all night (light the fuse and let me take flight) by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters for braeburns - Raph and Mikey continue to live and fight, even in the face of a new wave of ugliness (tw fireworks, implied sexual content, tcest)

green hearts raw and beating by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters - The monsters who live on the outskirts of a small town protect all their citizens' rights (tw past rape/noncon, past nonconsensual body modification, implied violence, horror)

"you may not use me as your factory" from covered with dead flowers / it was cold it was cold yes it was / cold by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters- Lavinia remains defiant in the face of a frightening revelation (tw past underage rape/noncon, past csa, forced pregnancy, trauma, flashbacks, sucidial thoughts, self-harm)

"but use your freedom of choice" from you could try and take us (but we're the gladiators) by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters - Leo has something to tell Usagi and even if he's scared, he won't back down (tw vomit, fear, discussions of dysphoria, mentions of Roe overturn)

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I'm sorry most of these are mine--you're right about the lack of content. Hopefully that'll change soon!

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you may not use me as your factory

Title taken from the poem Right to Life by Marge Piercy.

Prompt: Something Unexpected

TMNT IDW.

Based on Ibenholt's amazing Rule 63!Leonardo series, This coincidence has been carefully planned - Lavinia/Shredder. Also inspired by certain Supreme Court Justices I would like to set on fire right now.

(warnings for past underage noncon, past brainwashing, teen pregnancy, discussion of abortions, unexpected pregnancy, suicidal thoughts, self-harm)

You can find the whole collection on AO3 here.

There's a spider crawling up the wall.  

She just makes it out in the lab's crisp light, pushing its determined self higher and higher. They'll probably need to get it out of here before it ends up in the mutagen Donnie's been talking about experimenting with or something equally gruesome.  

"Nia?"  

They could take it outside, maybe. Or she could just crush it now. It wouldn't make much difference in the end.  

"Nia?"  

She has vague memories of being that small, that narrowed down to her own little world, in a lab much like this one. She still can't decide if that was better; she didn't have any control of her life, sure, but it's not like that stopped being an issue when she mutated.  

"Nia!"  

"Hmm?" Lavinia peels her gaze from the spider, shifting slightly and feeling the exam table crinkle under her. When did they get an exam table? Did they set it up when she was here, or did it come while she was...elsewhere?  

"Just...say something. I need to know that you're processing this."  

Because that's a question they actually have to ask, these days. She could have led the mission to get this exam table for all she knows, what with the Swiss cheese she's got in place of a brain.  

"Nia, can you look at me? Please?"  

Okay, she can do that. She can look at her brother, her Donnie, who loves her. She can look at him, and from there she can look at the tangle of wires and gizmos he's cobbled together, all leading to the same glowing screen. Lights flickering in the darkness and it's a such a hopeful fucking image, really, unless you're ninja and the light in the dark can kill you.  

She has a wild thought that if she'd just kept quiet about the nausea, the cravings, the dizzy spells, the headaches, the constant bathroom breaks, all the shit that's been cropping up recently, then she'd never have to acknowledge the existence of those lights. Eventually it would go away on its own, but now, now she's made it real.  

There are three of them. Three little bombs living in her guts, ready to tear her apart--already tearing her apart, because no matter what happens the truth is she will never be able to undo this moment. As with all of the other ways Oroku Saki has violated her, there is no going back.  

"How," her breath hitches and she swallows, clears her throat. When she speaks again her voice is dead calm. "How far along am--" No, that's not it; Nia doesn't want to frame this as a journey she's taking. "How developed are they?"  

"It's hard to say." He turns to look at the screen, biting his lip. “Turtles usually lay eggs three to six weeks after conception but with your altered biology we should be considering a different timeframe. It’s been almost two months since–since we got you back, so…”  

One month, three weeks, four days, and winding into the twentieth hour. But who’s counting?  

“And they’re…viable?” she says carefully. Alive doesn’t fit these blurry little lumps, these insignificant clusters of cells, even if there are some humans who’ve convinced themselves otherwise.  

Donnie glances at his computer, taps some keys. “I think so. It’s hard to tell–”  

“What with the father being a recently resurrected homicidal maniac, and from another species to boot?” She’s shocked by how cold her voice is, how dry. Shouldn’t she be screaming or crying or something right now?  

Her brother goes still, staring at his computer. He knows, of course he knows, they all know, she saw her bruises and bite marks, they’ve heard her wake up screaming for her husband. But they’ve never talked about it so bluntly before. She hasn’t dared.  

Right now, though, she doesn’t feel daring. She doesn’t feel much of anything, really. There’s an emptiness growing inside her, like Saki’s last little bundle of surprises have started nibbling away at her guts.  

Donnie sits up and looks at her. “Nia,” he says quietly, and pauses, mouth working as he tries to work out what to say about this fresh hell. “Nia,” he tries again.  

And suddenly Nia can’t look at him, can’t face his pity and shame and barely suppressed horror. “I’m going for a run,” she announces, sliding off the table.  

Donnie doesn’t stop her as she strides across the room and grabs her swords, sliding them into place on her shell. The familiar weight is almost comforting.  

“Saki,” she moans playfully as he wraps his fingers around her shoulder straps and tugs her back against him. He chuckles, fingers passing idly over her stomach.  

Almost.  

Her other brothers are out tonight and there's no sign of Splinter, thank God. Hey, Sensei, you're going to be a grandpa, and the father is our mortal enemy who brainwashed and raped me to show how much he loved me! She’s already running by the time she reaches the entrance into the sewers.

Nia doesn't pace herself, just runs, feet slapping on unforgiving stone as her mask tails snap in her own breeze. Running, running, running through the tunnels that are so dark even her brothers hesitate to enter, but they haven't lived with the absolute darkness the way Nia has, haven't learned how to let it into the deepest corners of their hearts and minds.  

Once, Saki was the only one who could keep up with her on a dead run through pitch dark, the one who'd sprint at her side without so much as a whisper of hesitation. Fearless, he'd called her, and she's had to train herself not to flinch when Raph uses the nickname now.  

Had Saki considered this possibility? Or had he been like her, stupidly believing that it was impossible for a (mostly) human man to knock up a freakish turtle woman, as if her very existence wasn't an impossibility already.  

Could he have wanted this? Did his batshit delusions include a baby makes three scenario, a little monster to take over his bloodstained kingdom? She doesn't fucking know, and that feels like one of the most terrifying parts of it all.  

Nia thinks, wildly, of climbing to the surface and finding a decent-sized height to jump from, but she's been hurling herself from quite a few places since she left Saki, and none of that got rid of her little 'problem' before she had to find out about it.

Or you could jump from somewhere higher and not worry about sticking the landing, whispers a voice that sounds a bit like Kitsune and a bit like her own.  Or you could go the simple way and use your swords. Or you could find a nice deep river and open your mouth--  

She can't, she won't, she won't do that to her brothers, her father. You don't think they'd be relieved, deep down? They wouldn't have to worry about keeping what's left of you together or bear the shame of your little parasite. They'd be better off, they'd all be--

Nia crashes to a halt, banging her hands against the wall so hard she feels blood running down her palms. Her knees quiver and she sinks to the ground in a sweaty, shaking tangle, hugging herself.  

"Fuck," she rasps into the dark, voice trembling. And then, louder. "Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!"  

Look at that, Fearless finally learned how to swear,  Raph cracks in her head, because her skull is a fucking party these days, why not? Nia laughs hysterically and slams her fist into the wall.  

She screams as she does it--not because it hurts, although it does sting like a motherfucker--but because she has to get the noise building in her head out somehow before it rips her apart from the inside out. So she screams, the sound echoing through the dark, and hits and screams and hits and screams and screams.  

More blood spills as her scales rip off, as her flesh tears. Bones shudder and crack in her fingers. But she doesn't stop hitting and she doesn't stop screaming until the screams start to turn into deep, body-shaking sobs, until she's crying so hard, she can't even throw a punch anymore. Useless. So fucking useless.

She collapses in on herself, still crying, and keeps it up until the darkness slips through her eyelids and carries her away.  

And then she's standing in a familiar garden, a brook trickling gently at her feet while the wind rustles gently over her scales. The scents of flowers she hasn't seen since her first life hang in the air, sweet and heavy. 

"Daughter."  

Nia turns to find Tang Shen standing beside her, hair hanging loose, eyes world-weary and sorrowful. She holds out her arms and Nia stumbles into them, letting fresh tears spill down her cheeks.  

"I can't, Mama," she whispers. "I can't do it--I won't."  

She doesn't want children, isn't sure if she'll ever want them. And she certainly doesn't want them now, like this, from him.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, holding on for dear life. If she's rejected in the next moment, she can take it. She'll have to, because she won't go back on this, not for this.  

But her mother's voice is gentle, fingers soft as they run down the back of Nia's shell. "It's all right, love. None of this is your fault." She plants a soft kiss on the top of Nia's head. "Be ashamed of nothing, do you understand?"  

"It's--it's hard," Nia forces out. "It's so

hard,

Mama."

"I know, my sweet, brave girl." Shen whispers. She lowers them to the bank, the flowers rustling gently under their bodies. "But you'll make it, darling. I know you will." She sounds so certain Nia almost manages to believe her.  

"I love you no matter what you choose," Shen murmurs into her ear. "Anyone who deserves you will, my beautiful--"  

"Nia!"  

Her eyes snap open with a gasp, and she squints up into a painfully bright lamp. Donnie kneels over her, eyes wide as he pulls her upright.  

"We gotta stop meeting like this," Nia mumbles, and winces at the flare of pain in her raw, aching throat "How...?"

"Tracking chip, remember?" Donnie throws her arm around his neck and staggers to his feet with a grunt. Right, she'd had them all chipped after she got back from Saki, unable to stand the idea of losing one of them again. "But it took ages for the signal to go through down here...you scared the shit out of me, Nia."  

"'M sorry," she mumbles, glancing at her feet as they shamble out of the tunnel. "I got angry, and then I got tired." She snorts. "Dunno how Raph does it."  

"A steady diet of Red Bull and emo music, no doubt," Donnie mutters dryly, like Nia can't feel how tightly he's squeezing her.  

"Donnie?" she asks.  

A beat. "Yeah?"  

"I can't keep it. I...I don't know if there's something you can do, or if we'll have to break--break the eggs, but I can't keep it."  

He doesn't hesitate. "Okay."  

"Okay?"  

"Of course okay, Nia. I'll have to do some research, a bit of practice, but I think I can figure something out. I'll get Fugitoid to help me with extranormal biology if I need to--without sharing details," he adds, as Nia tenses. "No one has to know who doesn't need to."  

Raph. Mikey. Will she tell them? She's not sure of the answer, or even whether she'll have much of a choice. But Splinter...  

"Father can't know," she whispers. Nia doesn't know how he'd react to all this, but something tells her she doesn't want to find out.  

"He won't," Donnie says firmly, hoisting her a little higher and clicking off his lamp as they draw towards a lighter section of the sewers." But even if he does, there's nothing he can make you do, understand?"  

"Yeah," Nia says, clinging on a little tighter, letting her brother help her hold herself together. And step by step, they make their way into the light.

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Hi, this is me asking everybody to please consider blocking @wisdomfish, who has been posting prolife material without properly tagging, as you can see here (in this post where they quote someone who’s managed to confuse Peter Singer’s crusade against post-birth disabled infants with the debate around pre-birth zygotes who rarely have developed enough to show disability).

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This might seem redundant, but I'm asking everyone to please consider blocking @pro-birth, @life-advocate-feminist, and @prolifeproliberty who have posted prolife content with using proper tagging.

Also, PLEASE block @shadowfromthestarlight who not only posts prolife content, but doesn't even mention this stance in their URL.

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A site centered around false abortion clinics in the New York area. To encourage boosting, I'm going to take it in all the major NYC-centric fandoms I can think of.

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

Comments in this post, too. Everybody is avoiding answering the question. Saw somebody say “I could answer the question, but he’s not going to like it” then...didn’t answer the question. In any regard. Somebody else said “assuming the child can walk” and then wrote a whole fiction piece from there without wondering what they’d do if the child couldn’t walk.

And if they do answer, they do what pro-choice people do. They save the child, they let the embryos burn.

(source)

Bonus:

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I am asking everyone to please block @birthright-victoria, a crisis pregnancy center who has posted on the internet, but failed to tag as "pro-life." Also, please consider blocking @iamfitzwilliamdarcy , who has shilled for crisis pregnancy centers and other forced birther organizations without tagging pro-life.

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This has probably been said before, but he’s also transphobia and anti-choice. so...

I sense a pattern here...