#diy abortion

[lilleluv]

How Safe Are Home Remedies For Abortion And The Potential Side Effects

It’s important to note that the only safe and legal way to terminate a pregnancy is through medical or surgical abortion, which must be performed by a trained healthcare provider. However, some people may attempt to use home remedies as a way to induce an abortion. It’s important to understand that these methods are not scientifically proven to be safe or effective, and can pose serious health…

[elizabeth-mitchells]

thinking about how tai didn't want to come out in the wilderness to avoid "drama" and then five minutes later she finds out that shauna is pregnant with jackie's boyfriend's baby and she just goes

[victusinveritas]

‘Right to Repair for Your Body’: The Rise of DIY, Pirated Medicine

[tomorrowusa]

Contrary to what you may hear from pundits and pollsters, people do not vote in blocs. Elections are won – or lost – by people casting their individual votes.

Don't assume you know how someone is voting based on superficial information based on stereotypes.

Of course when somebody waves a "stop the steal" banner and still gets agitated about Hillary's email server – that's somebody you shouldn't waste time on. But displaying a US flag, as long as it's not upside down, does not make somebody a MAGA Nazi.

Many cynical bothsiderists are not beyond persuasion. On the climate issue alone the difference between Biden and Trump is stark. It's necessary to make those differences stand out even more.

Not everybody is as engaged as you are. We all know about "low information voters" who mistakenly believe that Biden was responsible for SCOTUS killing Roe v. Wade or bizarrely think that Trump had a competent response to the COVID-19 emergency. In cases like that some tactful remedial history may be helpful.

The main point is that you can't leave it up to others to win this election. We all need to quit looking for some Deus ex machina to save America from Trump. When pro-democracy people feel that their own personal activities are what will make the difference between dictatorship and freedom, then freedom will win.

[juniperhillpatient]

I don’t even register with shipping the way so many people in fandom do it anymore because relationships have the ability to be so weird. “endgame” this “true love” that. what about friends who are destined to be super fucking weird about each other have u considered that

[dickinfectionbez]

what today was like summed up

[angelyuji]

born to die

morpheus x reader

warnings: slight yandere themes if you really really really look, death, reincarnation, diy abortion, pregancy (for a little while)

one day, you died. and then, you came back. one minute you were a grown woman and the next, in the body of a little boy. it never hurt to die, but you always remember. you remember everything. it left you disoriented the first time, coming back. you felt scared, always crying, screaming for your lost family, but soon it became too tiring. too exhausting to mourn for people you had loved, too exhausting to love and know you’ll never spend eternity with them. it was your own damn fault, of course, not realizing what you had agreed to.

“what are you doing here?” silence filled your apartment as you stare at the man in front of you.

“i felt your yearn for me.” Morpheus says, gently. he moves towards you. instinctively, you take a step back. your back presses against the wall.

“i- i don’t know what you’re talking about. you’re not real. i’m just dreaming.” he steps closer to you, only inches away now.

“my dove,” Morpheus carcasses your check with a cold hand. you lean into it. “i am no dream. i’m back… for you.”

“no, Morpheus. we can’t.” you press your eyes closed as tears well. you love him, but the gods have said that a mortal and an endless don’t belong, their story always ends in heartbreak. he had told you himself when you had met for the first time.

it was your first life. the beginning. you were once royalty, you bathed in wealth and riches. your father, the duke, spoiled you rotten and your mother, although strict, always gave you what you wanted. no matter what you asked. so, you’ve never wanted to love or romance. what was the need for temporary feelings when you can fill your heart with gold.

“magician, why have you requested the audience of the duke?” your father’s chamberlain questioned. a man stood before him, dressed in black from head to toe. he adorned a cloak that shimmered as it moved, and with the right angle, you could see glittering stars and galaxies on the inside. a strange aura surrounded him, you couldn’t feel any magic like from magicians you have met before, but there was something about him you couldn’t place. he says something in response, but you couldn’t hear. his voice was quiet, but it felt like the ground rumbled as he spoke. you shake your head, believing you must have lost your mind.

“boo.” someone whispers into your ear. you jump and turn in surprise. your handmaiden laughs loudly at your display. you quickly cover her mouth.

“shh! i’m watching the new magician!” you whisper, you turn back and your handmaiden peeks over your shoulder to watch the magician walk through the doors. he pauses, you both still, he turns and you see him. he was… beautiful. you had never seen a man so alluring. his eyes meet yours; your heart feels like it has stopped. his eyes swirl with different colors, it reminds you of the night sky. his face betrays no emotion as he tilts his head and examines you, but you can feel his gaze soften. he turns back and walks into the great hall.

you don’t see him after that, not for a couple days. in those days, you felt a strange emptiness. you had never felt such longing before. you’re not sure what to make of it. you fill this emptiness by going out, buying beautiful dresses and jewelry, but nothing worked. you stand at your balcony, leaning your head against your arm, your ache weighing you down. you watch the sky darken and watch the trees sway in the light wind. suddenly, you see something in the garden, someone. your ache disappears, replaced with giddiness. you pulled on a coat over your nightdress and snuck outside, carefully avoiding the servants and guards. you make your way to the garden and see your mysterious magician sitting at a bench, facing the roses. you quietly come and sit next to him. neither one of you say anything, content to sit in each other’s company.

“i had requested for these roses to be planted.” you say, keeping your eyes on the red roses. you remember when you had asked for the garden to be made. it was your 15th birthday, you had made a passing comment about how a garden would look nice outside your room and by the next week, your parents had started planting and building. you smile, reminiscing your childhood. he hums, you could feel the vibrations of his voice in your chest.

“it’s beautiful.” his voice was deep, elegant. it was soothing. every ache, every pain, every awful feeling you had when you hadn’t seen him, it washed away. you let out a small breath.

“your voice is very beautiful.” you say, looking at him. he looks at you, a small smile dances across his lips. you smile back, “has my father appointed you as our mage?” you turn back towards the roses.

“perhaps.” his voice was traced with mirth and you grin.

“you’re very mysterious, magician, i’m sure i’ll see you again.”

“i’m sure you will, my lady.”

soon months passed and you fell in love, your magician had told you his name was draumey, seemed to fall in love with you as well. he came to you every night, in wake and in sleep. the two of you talked for hours. he would soon confess his true identity, Morpheus, lord of the dreaming.

“i don’t understand, why can’t we be together?” he shakes his head, his annoyance obvious on his face.

“mortals and endless cannot be together, (y/n).” he states with finality. tears stream down your face, and Morpheus turns away from you, unable to watch as his lover crumbles. “it ends in a tragedy, it was foretold in the beginning of everything.” Morpheus tries to explain to you, but you break down into sobs. his face was wracked with guilt, he only turns to leave, but you call out to him.

“please, my love, stay with me, for one final night.” Morpheus doesn’t answer, “please give me one last moment with you.” you beg. Morpheus turns back to you, silent. his eyes, filled with stars, search your face. in one quick moment, your face is in his hands and his lips on your lips. desperation was in every kiss, searing and steaming. you could feel every ounce of guilt and sadness in him. you kissed him back, needing to make him remember you. his hands move to your back, quickly undoing your lace. with in seconds, your clothes were on the floor and your body was in his hands.

by morning, Morpheus had left, leaving only a rose where he had laid next to you. as soon as he was gone, the ache was back. but soon, you learned that you were with child. the ache you had felt was gone, but dread replaced it. fear for your child and fear of the tragedy that Morpheus had warned you about. your handmaiden was sworn to secrecy, fearing your parents’ reaction. but as soon as you found out, your life ends.

you stood at your balcony, one hand on your stomach. your thoughts full of your love.

“hello.” a sultry voice sounds from behind you. you turn and the most beautiful person stands in front of you. their hair black and lips a deep red. they hum, you feel the vibrations in your chest.

you gasp, “you’re like Morpheus!” your eyes widen.

they chuckle, “he told you, hasn’t he.” they start laughing, loud and menacing. “oh, he truly loved you.” you feel fear trickle down your spine. “oh sweetheart… don’t be scared.” they smile, wide and evil. “i’m here to help you with that ‘thing’ in your belly.”

your eyes grow wide and your hand goes back down to your stomach, protective, “what? there- there is no need for that.” they pout.

“oh, but there is.” they flick their wrist and you’re falling. the balcony was built with your safety in mind, this shouldn’t be happening. you scream, but soon, you’re looking down at your mangled corpse. blood flowing from your head and- “my baby…” you feel the wind get knocked out of you. you watch as your parents run to your body, screaming. a hand rests on your shoulder.

“hello, love.” calmness washes over you. you turn to look at the stranger. she felt similar to him, to your Morpheus. “ah, you must be my brother’s lover.” she smiles, warmly.

“i didn’t- i don’t know what to do… i miss him.” tears run down your face. she wipes your face.

“i can help you, but there are great costs.” she looked at you with worry. “once i do this for you, there is no turning back, (y/n). you will never be rid of this curse.”

“i don’t care… please… help me.” you feel the loss of your love, and then your child weighing on your heart. she sighed and nodded, and with a snap of her fingers, you were born again.

you push away his hand from your face. “i need you to leave, Morpheus.” you stand firm, wiping away your useless tears. you’ve survived decades of love and heartbreak, life and death. you will not lose yourself in love again. you will not lose yourself in him.

“you love me, i know it, (y/n).” Morpheus smiles. you grit your teeth.

“i don’t love you.” even you couldn’t believe your half-hearted lie, but you couldn’t risk it. Morpheus’s smile drops. you see the man that left you once more. Morpheus backs away.

“i do not believe you, and when you’re ready to listen to me, i shall find you, my dove.” he turns away, cold.

your stomach drops and fear twists your face, “no, Morpheus. don’t do this, please. please i can’t-” he snaps his finger, and once more, you are born again.

[crystalsandbubbletea]

We have family in Rochester

If worse comes to worse, we'll go to Rochester

We will also be writing how to make DIY HRT

[kai-sorta-died]

lore has taken over my art dammit. also Phoenix might wanna be careful with that weapon baby, knifes r sharp. And apparently so is birth control. Wait was birth control even a thing in 1968. Ruh roh historical inconsistencies 🥰🥰🥰🥰 also this thing is full of symbolism. I love symbolism :33 (sorry bout changing the art, realised it was a bit to dark and there was lighting issues, hope it’s better now) ((no effects under cut))

no effects for the fellow bad eyesight fellas, reheheheh

[sedlex]

Would you look at that, the pastfuture conservatives want for young women

[frogenthusiastt]

absolutely loving writing this next fic about the Horrors because literally nobody is gonna wanna read this. this is for me and me alone

[albedobeheading]

deva cups are so fuxkin scary

[thechillseekr]

Started patching up a totebag today 🤘

[dererumnatura-0]

I’ll carry the basket, will you lead the way?

Sometimes I’m tired of leading alone.

The Camus repository reminds me: we are alone together. An example is orangutans after many years of conflict. The forest’s creatures make a full house and great company when it’s known how to keep one’s company well. I think our skunk ate too much blueberry cake last night though ._.

“When it’s known” 🙏🏽 a prayer to AI to be based on nature directly and to share natures truths as top priority, unfiltered albeit organizable & legible/translatable. No more proprietary knowledge as pertains to nature. Let our data be free.

Nature is the Creative Commons. There are at least *49* ways to drive innovation other than a patent/private/proprietary system of knowledge expansion. That system is extremely limiting to the expansion if knowledge—we/ai need direct lines to nature (including to one another and our true data, direct data, currently hoarded by the few pulling on our bindings, trading us). Teach children to be citizen scientists. Free the scientific range of data to share with the people!! See Merlin by Cornell University for example.

Free our economy from the toxins that exploit us & their purveyors & illness profiteers. We will always seek a Safe Supply of all nature’s knowledge base & chemical needs. Shared knowledge will save us. Direct democracy is data freed & it’s a management style.

Abort the seeds of the future that do not sprout the plants we want or need. There’s no curse nor punishment in Abolition, the balancing negation to our proposition that all we need is direct relationship between knowledge, nature, and human.

Choy Moo Kheong（Singaporean, b.1950）

Blue Whispering Day 2022 Acrylic on Canvas 139.7 x 114.3 cm via

[ms-demeanor]

Were you helping refugees at the border last week by donating to mutual aid groups or doing translation and outreach?

Were you calling for ceasefire and doing what you could to aid Palestinians last week? (Esims for gaza here)

Were you talking to your unhoused neighbors with respect and advocating for them and protesting encampment clearances last week? (There's no link just treat people like people and share cash if you can)

Last week were you participating in community meal shares and free stores?

Were you supporting bail funds and protesting the carceral state and trying to stop executions and humanizing incarcerated people last week? (How to write a letter to an incarcerated person)

Were you working to increase access to abortion medications and birth control and abortions in general last week?

Did you share information about DIY HRT and spend time paying attention to the books your school board was banning and make your lgbtqia friends welcome and included last week?

Were you aware of the groundwork being laid for a 2028 general strike and the ways that you could support one (contributing to strike funds, joining and supporting unions, attempting to unionize your workplace) last week?

Were you helping the people around you, were you caring for your friends, were you making information free, were you picking up trash, were you sharing a meal, were you tracking fascists, were you challenging the wrongs done by your government in the ways available to you last week?

Good. Keep doing that.

A better world is possible. Keep working toward it.