#mentions of abortion

[a-b-riddle]

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In the mood to write angst. Imagine you’re the conscientious observer who accidentally sees how your team talks about you behind your back.

Your morals were… complicated. You didn’t believe in killing anyone. Your faith told you that killing someone is wrong and even if it’s to save your life, handling a gun is something that doesn’t sit well with you. You’ve been to gun ranges. Mandatory for your position in the military that you have basic fire arm knowledge. But having something in your hands that could so easily take a life made you uneasy.

You were pescatarian, but tried to limit meat. Cried anytime you saw chickens in those trucks heading toward their demise. You fed stray cats around your house back home. You tried to be kind and cherished life in all most of its forms. The exception being garlic butter shrimp that was too good to give up and anytime of bug resembling a cock roach. And yes, palmetto bugs were still cock roaches.

And wasps.

Fuck wasps.

At the same time, you were pro-choice. Initially, you were pro-choice for other women, but you didn’t think you would have the strength to get an abortion. It wasn’t until you were holding your friend’s hand as she got her D&C that your views on your own body autonomy changed. It didn’t have to be medical to be necessary.

But you still refused to hold a weapon. Which is why even though you were a very talented medic, you were always judged for not carrying any sort of defense while in the field.

But no one on base would dare say anything to you about it. At least not to your face…

You got stuck instructing a training seminar when your phone continued to buzz in your back pocket. But even with the consistent messages, you didn’t falter by showing the newest members how to give basic first aid until health could arrive.

Nearly two hours later, you finally fish your phone out to see what’s going on.

Dozens of text messages in a group chat between you, Captain Price, Johnny, Kyle and Simon. You had gotten close to them over the last few months. You were halfway through your contract and were already dreading leaving knowing they were staying behind until the job is done.

You open it, your phone taking you to the first unread message.

Cpt.: Hows the arm healing up?

Soap: Fine. Hen did a good job of keeping the sutures nice and even. Should barely scar.

Gaz: Wouldn’t have a scar if she just fucking carried.

Soap: You think she honestly would even know what to do with a gun if you gave her one Garrick 😂

Ghost: Still think she’s a liability. Someone who won’t raise arms against an enemy isn’t meant to be on the team.

Cpt: Already tried. Laswell says we need the numbers. As long as she does her job there’s nothing I can do. We can’t be down a medic and it’s either her or nothing.

You shook as you continued reading the conversation.

Liability. Coward. It went on and on about how weak you were. Why couldn’t you just carry a small pistol instead of expecting everyone else to keep you safe.

It then switched to your personality. No one should be that happy. Annoying. A yapper. Couldn’t get a word in most of the time.

On and on they went until you realized they spoke so freely because they didn’t realize you were in this group chat. What did they say when you weren’t around?

You felt like a fool having extending more than just trying to be a civil coworker, but a friend. Taking on tasks that weren’t your responsibility simply to help them.

Getting a floral arrangement delivered for Johnny’s sister after she had given birth. Talking on the phone to the nursing home where Price’s mother resided trying to sort out her insurance. Taking priority Kyle when he was injured after falling out of a plane (both times) over your other patients. And always having the electric kettled going in the morning so Simon could have his tea without waiting too long.

You were helpful. Just because you had one boundary didn’t mean their words held any merit. But still you couldn’t help the deep feeling of just… betrayal? Rejection? You weren’t sure there was a word fitting enough to sum up how utterly stupid you felt.

Maybe they were right. This wasn’t a civilian setting. This wasn’t just life and death for your patients, but for you. You were out in the field with no form of protection except from others.

You weren’t abandoning your morals. You couldn’t. Not when every fiber of your being told you to remain steadfast. There was only one solution.

You didn’t have much to pack. Uniform was issued to you. Your stethoscope and some other tools came out of your own pocket. Your laptop, phone, charges. You packed all your lounging clothes and miraculously everything fit into a military duffle. Which wasn’t actually anything impressive given how big those things are.

You were confident in your decision even if it made you feel like a failure.

As you stood outside the office door you returned back to the group chat. One by one you proceeded to block all of them. You knew when you left the group they would know that the notification would pop up and they either wouldn’t give a shit that you finally knew what the actually thought of you or they tried messaging you to make amends to cover their asses. You weren’t sure which was worse.

Once you had blocked the last one, you left and knocked on the door that you had been idling in front of. A faint ‘come in’ was granted before you walked through.

“Hey, Kate.” You greeted. “Can we talk?”

[cavinginhisfvce]

'Unlovable"

Pairing: Harringrove. Fem!Billy x Steve Harrington.

Angst. Miscommunication. Conflict resolution. Unplanned Pregnancy. Mentions of abortion.

This started as a hc post, but quickly spiraled into this mess.

Fem!Billy who believes the fleeting attention of men twice her age is the only way she'll experience love in this lifetime. Even if it's just a little glimpse of love that comes from red knees and bruised wrists, she counts that as a win. 

She knows, realistically, that this isn't love. Not the kind that they sing songs about. Not the kind where you want to shout it from the rooftops.

Love was never meant for girls like her. She's too loud, too aggressive, too much like herself. Not enough like the soft girls. Soft girls like Nancy Wheeler, whose smile is like the sun and the waves wrapped up in a pretty little bow.

Even when Nancy shows her rough edges, she's praised for the strength she harbors. 

When Billy shows her rough edges, the kind that you develop from years of mistreatment, and abuse, she gets called disgusting. 

She hears her father shouting in her face that she's an unlovable whore, like her mother. 

She hears Steve telling her she's too abrasive to be anything but a hidden thing. She hears him whispering Nancy's name in place of her own.

It hurts, like nothing she's ever experienced. 

But, Steve calls her every night. Steve seeks her out, and not Nancy. 

To Billy, it feels better than random men who don't care when it hurts. Who ignores her soft sobs of displeasure in favor of getting off. 

Because, despite Steve wishing she was Nancy, he always makes her feel good. Always makes sure she's comfortable and enjoying herself. 

It's a win. A luxury that Billy isn't stupid enough to give up.

He always kisses away her tears, ones born of passion, rather than pain. He treats her like he well and truly loves her. Even if he calls her by the wrong name. Even if he wishes she was someone she'll never be.

The day he utters 'Billy' as he finishes inside of her, is coincidentally a week after she found out she was carrying his child. Two days after she made the appointment to terminate the pregnancy. 

She isn't stupid enough to have a baby with a man who doesn't want her. She was proof that children bred of obligation and expectations, instead of love, grow up differently than those born from parents who love each other. Parents who would protect and cherish the child they share.

Steve, unlike previous times, doesn't immediately pull out, instead he thrusts into her once more and leans down. He presses a kiss to her neck, mumbling so softly Billy could've missed it. 

"I'm tired of pretending you're Nancy. Tired of pretending I don't want you, Billy." He pauses, trailing off. Billy thinks maybe he's done speaking, but again, he's whispering against her warm, flushed skin. "Please keep the baby…" 

Billy startles at that, her eyes widening. She wants to shove him away, demand what right he thinks has to tell her what to do with her body. 

But, she does neither. Because her brain can't focus beyond the fact that he knows. 

He knows and she didn't tell him. She didn't tell anyone.

"How'd you find out?" Her voice is so soft, it barely registers as hers to her own ears. 

Steve takes a moment to answer, his lips brushing against her shoulder as he shifts his hips.

The action reminds Billy he's still nestled inside of her. A small gasp punches its way out of her at the almost overwhelming sensation. 

"Carol volunteers at the clinic you went to during the holidays." He clamps his mouth shut, certain that Billy will tear into him. But when she doesn't, he continues, "she saw your file and sort of freaked out. Called me and chewed me out for making you get an abortion." He laughs lightly, the sound feels like a lifeline amongst Billy's impending doom.

"She didn't stop yelling until I told her I didn't even know."

Steve sniffles, and Billy finds herself wanting to card her fingers through his hair, so she does. 

He leans into the touch almost instantly. 

"I'm sorry." She doesn't need to say why, Steve knows why. He gets it. 

In truth, Billy didn't want an abortion, she's always wanted at least one child, one she could love the way she wished her mother or father loved her.

But, she also hadn't wanted to be a single, teen mom. Didn't want to do it all alone.

She tells Steve as much, the words just barely forcing themselves out of her.

Steve just peers up at her, a ghost of a smile on his lips, "we can do it together. We can be better than our parents. We'll show everyone that despite our shitty parents, we can do better. Be better."

Billy glances at him, her own lips pulling into a soft grin, "who says I want my baby to be half prep?" Steve just laughs, dropping his head down to gently nip at her shoulder blade, "if this isn't what you want, say so and I'll support you every step of the way. I'll go with you to the appointment, I'll take care of you afterwards. I'll take care of you forever. 

But, if you do want this, I promise to be the best fucking boyfriend, and father to our child." 

Billy lets out a shuddering breath, her eyes filling with unnecessary tears. They've been doing that a lot more lately. 

She nods softly, her fingers gently tugging at the strands of his hair wrapped around them, "okay, Pretty Boy. We can do this together." Billy clicks her tongue, peering at him with a mischievous glint in her bright blue eyes. "But you're telling Max, because I will not listen to her scream about becoming an aunt." 

Steve almost immediately agrees, he knows Max will chew him up much like Carol, only for a different reason, but he couldn't find it in himself to care right now. 

Instead, he dips down and claims her lips in a kiss that takes her breath away, and leaves Steve feeling a bit winded himself. 

What's left unsaid is how to break this news to Billy's father and step-mom. She knows her dad will fly off the handle. Knows he'll make a mess of things. 

But, she also knows that Steve will be by her side. She knows he'll pick up the pieces if need be.

They both know they have a lot to truly talk about, especially given the nature of their relationship before now. 

Steve, who thought Billy knew he wanted her, but was only pretending for her sake. 

And Billy, who thought Steve could never want a girl like her. Not when girls like Nancy Wheeler exist.

Fuck, they had so much to work through before their relationship would ever truly be stable, and secure, but they'd weather the storm together. 

[asideblogofyours]

I had a dream where I was chased by a leaf man. let Me explain

GORE WARNING

I'd "woken up" in the dream, and was in my living room from the house I loved in aged 6. suddenly the room turned rainbow and everything was slime.

I left because the room was too bright and realised I was suddenly pregnant. I had shaken my head and left, going... out of my 6 self's house and.. onto my current road.

I went up the road on the right, going to the shops for cucumber (I don't eat cucumber) and turned around. There was this man, entirely covered in leaves. I turned around and walked on- he was slower than me and couldn't catch up.

I kept turning around and each time he was slightly faster. When I got to the top of a mini hill and halfway to the shops I yelled "Hello?" to him. He suddenly sped up.

I had an intuition that he wanted to perform an abortion on my *checks notes* six month old unborn child, (I'm not pregnant irl?) and make me EAT THE FETUS.

I woke up, and do not remember what happened to dream!me.

Now I call him Leaf Man and have not dreamt about him for Six Years.

@one-time-i-dreamt

[zeroducks-2]

Ah shit ah fuck. Theres immediately like 4 i wanna hear about. I feel like i should ask about forced pregnancy first tho bc i was just posting about my own wip that also has forced pregnancy in it - laz

This one is part of a series where I explore kinks I really enjoy but for some reason I rarely ever write about. It worked as it kind of "unlocked" forced pregnancy for me and I started using it in like... 3 or 4 fics lmao.

This in particular is an Omegaverse in which Dick gets abducted together with a bunch of other Omegas, and kept under strict observation for a while (and also forcefully given various drugs and experimented on while partially sedated). Unbeknownst to him also a bunch of Alphas have been abducted and tests are run on the individual subjects to get them paired with the "fittest candidate", then a very powerful artificial heat/rut gets triggered for all the "couples". Dick gets paired with Slade of course. He does get pregnant and he's allowed to be with Slade initially, but at some point they try to separate them to keep experimenting on Dick and his unborn pup, although at this point Dick and Slade fight back and manage to get themselves out of there.

Dick is in severe PTSD after all of this (the whole ordeal lasted months and he's been in isolation for most of them, he also has very faint but very traumatic recollections of when he got sedated and variably probed), and Slade takes care of him for a while. They realize that the pup is growing more slowly than the average (bc of the experiments this is not going to be a normal pup), and at some point Dick kind of snaps out of it and decides he doesn't want it, and he can't deal with having this alien thing inside of him any longer.

Thing is. Slade disagrees, because this is also his pup, and from taking care of Dick he switches to actively keeping Dick prisoner, and forcing him to carry the pregnancy to term (they are both unaware that this is also a result of the experiments and Slade is not thinking clearly or acting normally, and the idea of losing this pup sends him into an almost berserker rage. This is something Dick will realize at some point, but it's not like knowing it helps).

I haven't decided how it ends, if the pup gets taken away soon after they're born, or if Slade and/or Dick actually raise them. I have in fact only written the beginning of this lol. I accept suggestions!

[moonyheartache]

There was a chapter in JTTW where the group came across the Valley of Women or something along the lines. There's a village of only women and their way of getting pregnant is by drinking the magic river next to the village. When the group got there Baijie and Tripitaka drank the water not knowing about its properties. Literally a Mpreg chapter in the book.

Yah Yah I searched it on Mr.Google but I also found out that in the 2018 Movie they actually wanted to keep the babies but Sun Wukong forced them to drink the abortive water anyways and that's twenty different shades of fucked up

[dde719]

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[the-final-sif]

Shoutout to all the people of Ohio who just passed abortion, contraception, and reproductive rights of all people into constitutional law by a fucking 12+ point margin despite the state legislature desperately trying to do everything they can to fuck up the vote. I'm so proud of y'all!!

Edit: Trans people fucking rule, sex work is cool and deserves respect, sex isn't a binary, gender critical theory is based on terrible disproven science and is just Phrenology for sex.

[pjharvey]

his ex gf who was 18-19 when they dated is going to get so much flack for this and she’s going to get the courtney love treatment where people make this out to be Her Fault except even worse bc she was actually a victim of stalking from him and he died by either suicide or an accident resulting from intoxication right after she took legal action against him. horrible horrible horrible

[mugiwara-lucy]

Kamala will make the FUNNIEST president in all of American history 😂

[undercovercannibal]

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THE BOYS 4.04 “Wisdom of the Ages”

[mugloversonly]

Ignoring the “when is it considered a life” argument this begs the question. Would they know Vecna needed lives, before the abortion since it wasn’t until after Patrick they knew he needed four gates?

And two, does the death count without the curse? Can he curse the fetus or does it transfer to it from Chrissy?

Technically if it’s small enough to be aborted it wouldn’t have a brain to invade in the first place. So does it really matter?

Hey. What if Chrissy was cursed, but she doesn’t go to Eddie to ask for ket, she goes to ask for carboprost. And maybe she doesn’t call it that by name, and maybe she doesn’t outright say that she can’t stay pregnant because it would mean that she’d have to marry Jason, but that doesn’t matter. Because in this version, Eddie is the child of an accidental pregnancy, and his mom and dad got married, and it destroyed his mom. So fuck that noise.

Normally, he’d have the meds on hand, and would offer to drive her out of town to a clinic. He happens to be out, and Chrissy is terrified (because Vecna is making it all so much worse) so Eddie changes something.

He offers to drive Dustin home, and has Chrissy with him. Dustin thinks this is hella weird, but Eddie says that he needs to talk to Claudia. Dustin still demands answers, but the kid knows that his mom is a nurse, and it has to be important to happen at 11 on a Friday. Chrissy stays in the car with her favorite music playing to help her calm down, while Eddie has a quick, awkward conversation with Claudia. She thinks Eddie got his girlfriend pregnant and gives him a look about it. She didn’t think that situation was a possible problem for Eddie tbh.

Claudia doesn’t have a random bag of abortion meds with her - that would be insane - but she works the next day, and can get Chrissy in quickly and quietly. Before opening.

Eddie goes back out to the van with the news, planning to ignore Dustin’s questions the entire way, and then leave. Thus. Dustin is with Eddie when Chrissy pauses the tape to listen. Thus. Dustin sees her cursed, and he’s a little shit, but he is always right. Cranks the music back up, manages, with Eddie’s help, to snap her out of it.

Dustin runs inside to grab his walkie, shout to his mom he’s having a sleepover, and starts the fight 16 hours early.

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Hot potato if you want it

[windingpathways]

I'M PREGNANT AND NEED TO NOT BE. PLEASE HELP

fuck okay so I can't believe I'm making this post, but here we are.

despite birth control and my best efforts, i'm pregnant.

i can't handle this right now for a lot of reasons-- i'm going through a divorce, i'm deeply in debt due to the marriage i'm trying to end, barely staying afloat as it is working multiple jobs. i'm multiply disabled and so far have been EXTREMELY sick every day to the point of being unable to function. i don't have the time, money, physical and mental health, or resources to deal with a pregnancy, let alone a baby.

on top of all that, i have an infection they can't treat while i am pregnant, so they're trying to get this terminated as quickly as possible. i have an appointment set for Tuesday, 3/28/23 at 2pm.

my insurance does not cover abortions except in proven cases of rape or incest. all this to say, I need to somehow scrape together $600 by Tuesday for the abortion itself, plus cost of transportation. it's also been difficult to eat lately and i've been living off yogurt and the few other specific things i can keep down, so help restocking the fridge would be amazing.

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[daloy-politsey]

I’m not a liberal so I’m not as upset at Trump winning as I am about the results of certain ballot initiatives. Florida voted against legal weed and abortion. While the former isn’t as surprising, the latter is. Abortion is actually very popular with Americans so this signals a very right wing turn for Florida. In NYC, most of Mayor Adams’ power grab proposals passed.

[cyarskj1899]

[moonyheartache]

That's just a movie adaptation. In the original text they wanted the abort water and Monkey King had to hurry and get it for them.

Yah Yah I know and honestly good for them but it's the movie that upsets me. Not only their bodily autonomy was taken from them but losing a wanted pregrancy is deeply traumatic and when I think how they could have just make it so it was verbatim as in the book they still chose to force the characters to take the water rather than taking it themselves willingly. It upsets me deeply

[anamericangirl]

Abortion hurts men, too.

We don’t often hear from the men who lose children to abortion and I think this testimony from a man whose daughter, Clementine, was ripped apart in the womb at five months old is very powerful.

He lost his daughter and Clementine lost her life and she doesn’t get a funeral or even respect. And her father is just supposed to move on and forget about her without even mourning her because our society has decided that Clementine wasn’t human “enough” to matter.