#when does a fetus have a heartbeat

[zvdvdlvr]

Hi! Firstly, I wanted to say that I adore your imagines! Secondly , I was hoping you’d agree to write an imagine based on s3 e7. Specifically the end of it when he’s sitting on his couch rubbing his fingers the baby touched. Maybe that makes him realize he wants a baby of his own with you? Thanks in advance!!!🩵

what i want ✩ gregory house

🫀- synopsis. Greg knows what he wants, but he needs to know that you want the same thing.

🫀 - warnings. I got a little carried away… SLIGHT impregnation kink. OOC House but i dont care. i hope you enjoyed this, anon!! 🤍

Greg’s mind had been bizarrely silent.

Instead of the regular influx of thoughts that flooded his brain, Greg just heard his heartbeat and his breathing. Well, the T.V. too, but the point is that something was off.

The face of House’s watch read fifteen minutes before eleven o’clock at night, and Greg hadn’t thought if a single thing since the surgery.

The case was an unusual one- as always- consisting of a pregnant photographer who had a stroke. After fainting, House and the team had deducted that the baby (House consistently reffered to it as ‘the fetus’) was killing the mother. Eventually, her organs started to shut down so a surgery was needed to fix the baby to fix Emma.

During the surgery, the unborn child had reached out and clasped it’s tiny hand around Greg’s pointer finger. The baby’s arm wasn’t even the length of Greg’s finger, House noticed. Truly, Greg hadn’t realized how long he had been staring at the baby’s fingers until Cuddy had called his name twice.

Now House thought of that moment in the operating room. He pressed his thumb down lightly to match the amount of pressure Greg felt when the baby held onto him.

Kids were a nuisance. A waste of money, the reason why so many people had heart attacks, and disrespectful. But… they were also cute sometimes and, apparently, wanted nothing more than to make their mommy and daddy proud of them. Well, that’s what Wilson had said when Greg had asked why people wanted kids so badly.

Greg didn’t know if you wanted kids.

You were great with them at any age- infant, toddler, and even those devilish pre-teens. In fact, you seemed to glow whenever someone trusted you to hold their baby. You made sure to look up and find Greg: watching you like he always does. He can’t help but feel a wry smile pull at his lips when he pictures you, your own finger being clutched by your own baby.

Greg was torn; he didn’t know what he wanted.

“I think I’m going to blow up,” you sang as you closed the door behind you. Greg stays still, thumb still pressing on his pointer finger.

You toe off your shoes and start to unbuckle your jeans as you head for your shared room. Greg doesn’t look up when you eventually traipse back out wearing Greg’s sweatpants and and old shirt Greg didn’t know he had. You navigate yourself under his arms and carefully over his leg to lay carefully on him. Greg feels the slow puff of your breath on his neck as you exhale. “Did you eat already, love?”

Greg lets out his own sigh and he let’s his hands rest on your back. “No. Expired lasagna didn’t really sound too appealing to my refined taste,” he replies.

“What’s wrong?” You ask looking up at him.

Greg blinks at you. As he slowly meets your eyes, he starts to feel you hand gently raking his hair back and running your thumb over his prickly facial hair. Just like you always do.

And then it comes to him.

“Do you… want kids?”

Your eyebrows furrow. “I… don’t think so. I don’t- well, you don’t want kids, do you?”

“That’s not what I asked,” Greg chided, squeezing your ass. “Do you want kids?”

It takes you a ling moment to answer. So long, in fact, that Greg thinks you may have fallen asleep with your eyes open. “Probably not. I don’t think you want kids so I haven’t really thought about it. Why?”

Greg keeps going. “Would you want kids? With me?”

You lay your head back down on his chest. “Yeah. If you wanted them too.”

House doesn’t really know how to proceed with the conversation, so he lets you play with his fingers as you watch the baseball game Greg put on. “I want one.”

Your movements stop. Yet again, you peer up at Greg. This time with unhealthily furrowed eyebrows. One of your hands comes up to check your boyfriend’s temperature. “Are you okay? Do I need to call Wilson?”

Greg looks pained as his hands slide up your body to rest at your face. His thumbs rest on your cheekbones. “I want a baby with you, y/n,” he tells you, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. “I want- I want your womb to swell with our kid. I want a little extension of you to put up with when you’re working late. I want you to marry me and I want you to be the mother of my child.”

Your mouth dropped open. “That’s- wow.”

“Wow,” Greg repeats with an unsure smile.

“I’m not going to lie,” you say, cracking a smile. “I’m pretty turned on right now. I’m just really surprised that you have baby fever.”

Greg groans. “Tell me what you want, woman! I just rather uncharacteristically spilled my guts and you say ‘wow’!”

You snicker and support Greg’s neck with your hand as you lean up to kiss him. As expected, he wraps his arms tightly around your waist and reciprocates your passion tenfold.

“We could practice the baby-making for the honeymoon,” you whisper after pulling away from his lips.

Greg’s eyes flutter closed and you chuckle. “I would say ‘race you to the bedroom’, but I think you’re going to beat me anyway,” he rasps. You exhale a laugh through your nose as you start to press kisses from his lips hown to his neck. “Let’s go to the bedroom, yeah?” Greg asks, humping you pathetically as you kiss him.

“Fuck yeah,” you respond lowly, a dangerous smile in your face.

[notaplaceofhonour]

my annoyance with people exaggerating & misrepresenting the extreme fringe of Jewish antizionism as being in any way representative of the Jewish community aside, one of the most common talking points that illustrates how little antizionists actually consider the implications of their positions outside the symbolic is the “and there have always been antizionist Jews since the beginning! look at Edwin Montagu; he opposed the Balfour Declaration! look at this 19th Century Bundist! etc.” talking point.

if you think about it for even 2 seconds, Zionism (and thus opposition to it) is in an inherently different place before 1948 and after, and thus it does not necessarily follow that a 19th or early 20th Century anti-Zionist’s position lends any support to the position of a 21st Century anti-Zionist.

1897-1947, the goal of Zionism was creating a hypothetical state. then Israel was created. from 1948 on, Zionism became about the continued existence of a country full of millions of people.

regardless of whether you agree that Zionists were justified in creating Israel, saying “I don’t think this state should exist” is an entirely different statement depending on which side of that state’s establishment you exist on. one is saying “I don’t think we should create x”; the other is saying “I think we should destroy x”. and when “x” is an entire country, with millions of people in it, with a distinct national and cultural identity, that is not an inconsequential difference. because it is one thing to say in 1897 or 1917, “I’m not in favor of creating a hypothetical state” and a fundamentally different one to say in 2024, “I want to destroy the existing home, national identity, and culture of 9 million people”

in literally any other situation, on any other issue, we recognize this difference between something that could be and something that is. take abortion: on the pro-choice side, this distinction is fundamental to the argument that a fetus is not a baby or a person; hypothetically, it could grow to be, but you’re not a murderer if you abort the fetus before that happens—because something that could be is fundamentally different than something that is. (and even the anti-abortion side makes this distinction, but drawing the line earlier, anywhere from the first brain wave/heartbeat to conception—very few will say “not impregnating someone is literally the same as abortion, which is the same as murder” because on some level even they understand something that could be is fundamentally different than something that is)

post-1948 antizionism is to pre-1948 antizionism what infanticide is to abortion. in the same way that “we should kill our newborn baby” does not follow from “we should use contraceptives to avoid having kids”, “it’s fine to say we should destroy a whole ass country” just does not follow from “so and so said in the 1910s that they didn’t want to make a hypothetical state”.

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

How would breaking dawn have differed if Bella had been dead set on having an abortion? Like yep, no thanks, do what you gotta do Carlisle, no inhuman children here. If Carlisle had then been successful, would it just be like this weird thing the family never talked about? And would Edward continue to do everything under the sun apart from turning Bella?

Well, this would be very awkward, because given the weirdness Bella's body's going through and that her uterus cannot be cut open by human instruments I imagine Carlisle has to do the C-section abortion anyway and that he has to turn her in the process or she will very much die.

(Remaining human, despite Edward's insistence, really wasn't an option the moment Bella became pregnant. Her body turned against her, her digestive system completely warped, her uterus turned to stone--she wasn't going back even if she didn't have to be cut open with vampire teeth.)

And depending how far the fetus is along/how twilight hybridization works, it very much might survive the premature c-section.

So, in the world where the fetus does not survive, it haunts the family tremendously as Rosalie takes this very personally (even when she shouldn't), Edward sees it as all his fault and having destroyed Bella's life and turned her into a vampire in a circumstance he did not want/was trying to avoid, and Bella both has to deal with Rosalie and Edward's fallout as well as the fact that this was her one shot if she ever had wanted children and the emotional baggage that comes with that (yes, Bella was dead certain before and nothing wrong with that, kudos to her, but this is a hard thing for anyone to face and one of those things that brings existential doubt).

I imagine the Cullens would start to fracture after this.

If baby survives doubly so as there's this haunting truth of "the abortion didn't take", you have Bella trying and failing to be a mother even more than before because she didn't actually want this baby at all but now it's here and "fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck", you have Rosalie still being doubly weird because even though there's now a baby, Bella did try to abort, and now Bella's pretending she wanted it the whole time when Rosalie would gladly adopt in a heartbeat. And of course Edward.

[swiftsdelucaa]

Could I please have an imagine where the reader moves to Seattle. She starts out as a pediatrician at grey loan. Around this time she realizes she's pregnant. With Carina DeLuca as her ob-gyn and coworker the two fall for each other. Carina did not expect to fall for a pregnant woman but realized she knows what she wants. So she asks you out and you say yes around the time you are halfway through the pregnancy. by the end of the pregnancy, it becomes clear you much you and your baby mean to her. When you go into labor she freaks out and comments that “My girlfriend is having our baby!” (you hear her say that but say nothing due to the pain). When the baby is born she is in awe of the tiny human but kinda keeps to the side for a few minutes until you say “come meet OUR son.” Carina tries to apologize for calling him hers but the reader says that Carina is his mother too. Just like a cute family thing please?

❛ 𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 ❜

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Carina DeLuca x f!reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: I was in the right mood for this lol, enjoy!

You've always loved kids, you would do anything to make them happy. Telling a parent the good news about their child was what you made a living for and although you were aware of the difficult times, you knew how to handle them.

But then just during your successful time in this place you found out you were pregnant. It shocked you enough, because you didn't plan it. You didn't even have a father by your side. It was one of those silly one night stands. You had always been skeptical about this type of thing, but others really instigated you to find distractions outside work and you thought that for once nothing bad would happen if you had some fun. But here's the world turning upside down on you.

As mentioned you could handle any situation, thinking about your life with a baby got you so excited. Yes, you would have loved it, even if as a single mother it would have been a little more taxing. So now you find yourself working for lovely kids while also being careful to take care of the baby you were carrying.

You took it upon yourself to find an appointment with a gynecologist, you certainly wanted your baby to grow up healthy. You were so flustered the first time.

"Good morning" you were greeted by a pretty girl who smiled at you as you sat on the couch.

"Hi" you greeted her with a polite smile, looking around the room a bit.

"You nervous?" the woman asked.

"You don't know how much" you replied with a chuckle at the end.

"It's okay, it's normal" she said making you lie down.

"So, first time?" she asked.

"Yeah"

"I'm doctor DeLuca, Carina DeLuca" she held out her hand to shake it, which you did.

"DeLuca... it's familiar..." you said reflecting.

"Probably you know my brother, Andrew" you nodded to her statement, you had already worked with him a few times.

"Yeah, well I'm Y/n L/n" a smile appeared on her face as soon as she heard your name.

"The famous Y/n, that one who does miracles for kids, finally I meet you" for some strange reason the way she told you that almost made you blush.

"Ok, let's start" she lifted your shirt slightly and took the tools. You moaned as your skin touched the cold gel she smeared on you, and she began to shift her gaze to the monitor. All your emotions and thoughts were stopped by the sound of your baby's heartbeat, which made you cry.

"See, it's here" Carina pointed to the baby's position on the monitor as you looked at it with the tears in your eyes.

"It's a healthy eight week fetus!" the smile on your face increased, unable to hold the tears.

"Hey" Carina wiped the gel off your belly and pulled your shirt back down.

"I, sorry, I don't-"

"No no, it means you care, it's good" she stroked your hand while you wiped away your tears.

"Yeah, thank you, now I should..." you got up from the couch recovering and motioning to have to go.

"I'll make other appointments for you, we'll make sure everything goes well" she took out a notebook to take notes. You stopped at the doorway, smiling one last time at the girl.

"I can't wait" then you went out. After the door closed she mumbled another sentence. "Mee too"

Luckily the meetings went better and better, your baby was growing up perfectly. And the company was pleasant too. Carina stood by you whenever she needed it, she helped you tell others and was there through the ups and downs, she was the moral support you needed.

During the middle of the pregnancy you already couldn't take it anymore. It got tiring and excruciating, and after you found out the baby's sex you wanted to know him even more. You were so happy, you would have prepared to welcome a baby boy. And on the same day Carina asked you out. To be honest she caught you a bit off guard, you were so pregnant and she was your gynecologist…

She apologized immediately after she asked, sounding quite embarrassed, but you made her even more surprised when you said yes. You had thought about her, indeed this woman seemed to show so much interest on you and your baby, and that was all it mattered to you.

You didn't regret saying yes, you had a wonderful evening, and she now took better care of you than before. Even being able to get to know her brother better and watch their quarrels in Italian amused you a lot.

When you went into labor you were completely unprepared, you were washing up for surgery with Alex, which was probably inappropriate being at your ninth month pregnant, and then your water broke. It was lucky that there was someone else with you, because you had completely panicked. He immediately had you loaded onto a stretcher, calling Carina and Arizona, only the best for you.

The contractions increased more and more, becoming almost unbearable, Carina was next to you shaking your hand.

"You... you know that you can resort to orgasm if..."

"Carina, I'd rather have sex with you under more normal circumstances!" you cut her off knowing where she was getting at, starting screaming in pain in the end.

"My girlfriend is having our baby!" she exclaimed with happiness as you continued to scream.

Well yes, it was tiring, but you managed to get to the end, being able to hold your beautiful baby in your arms. He was so beautiful, you were very very happy at that moment. You sought Carina with the gaze, finding her not far from the door walking around it.

"Hey" you got her attention. “Come meet our son” you said with a smile as she entered.

"I- I'm sorry... I was just-"

"It's okay, he's yours too, he's ours" before she could feel guilty you consoled her. You cared about her, you wanted her in your baby's life, you knew she would be happy.

She bent down to give you a kiss on your lips and stroked your hair. The baby's little noises made you stop attracting your attention.

"Oh, your mommies love you too" Carina gave him a kiss on his forehead, the sight of them made you laugh. It was so cute, maybe too much to be real. Together you would have been the best.

[bthump]

Wait why is it that in the famous “bthump” page the panels are put together in a way that gives the illusion that guts and griffith are facing each other when griffith’s heart goes bthump. We know guts is fighting zodd at that moment he cant be having a staring contest with griffith he has his back to him anyway. I feel like if u show that page out of context to anyone they’ll assume the two are looking at each other. Or am i going crazy? I mean i usually wouldn’t read too much into such a thing but i feel like miura actively uses paneling to convey certain messages throughout the story. He still could’ve just had a silly moment there idk

Because Guts is what's making his heart go bthump!

I have a post about the paneling specifically here, actually, but I'll get into it again because I feel like that explanation could be more detailed lol.

So basically they're positioned like that, Guts on one side of the panel, Griffith on the other, as a parallel and contrast to the final panel immediately before that page:

Griffith is on the left, fetus is on the right. Fetus is Griffith's theory, or hope. I came here to test my heart and make sure I don't have feelings, and oops looks like I just failed that test while watching Guts fight a stronger opponent, notably similar circumstances to the first time I ever saw him. Hmm gotta be that fetus, surely these feelings aren't real.

This is a conclusive counterpoint to Griffith's argument, stemming from reality rather than Griffith's thoughts. It's the final page of the chapter so it has greater weight than Griffith's fetus theory. It's composed similarly, Griffith on the left and the other possible source of feelings on the right - but Guts right there, and the fetus is only Griffith's thoughts, so Guts has more weight in that sense too.

And that final "......... bthump" is the perfect capstone, because it's essentially saying that Guts is causing that heartbeat. The final word of this chapter is Griffith's heart beating when faced with Guts.

The panel is composed like this despite not reflecting how Griffith is viewing Guts in reality, imo to hammer home the point that Guts specifically is the source of feelings. It's not the excitement of the fight, it's not Zodd, it's not even concern for Guts' life necessarily, it's just Guts, and the raw intensity Guts exhibits in the middle of a fight, the same thing that drew Griffith to him when they first met. This panel especially emphasizes their gazes - Griffith is gazing at Guts, but Guts isn't gazing at Griffith - but this could also suggest that Griffith would like Guts to be looking at him like that, with that same intensity.

It also parallels the two of them, the way they each get one half of a face. In the context of Griffith's singularity as The Absolute, and Guts' own tempation towards becoming a monster that becomes especially pronounced during fights, and the constant emphasis on power dynamics and the two of them wanting to be equals throughout the story, this arguably suggests the potential for the two of them to still be equals in ways that actually matter, despite Griffith being a god now. Guts humanizes Griffith here by making his heart beat, Griffith monsterizes Guts by enraging him.

And to be perfectly honest, I don't think it's a coincidence that Guts looks particularly good in this panel either lol. Guts here is essentially what Griffith is imagining he looks like as he faces Zodd. And it's something Miura does regularly imo. Characters become more attractive when they're the objects of certain gazes. I have a long post about Griffith from Guts' perspective here, but Guts also gets this treatment from Griffith's perspective during the rescue. There are probably heterosexual examples too, but I don't recall them offhand because that's not what I'm reading Berserk for. That second one is arguably half heterosexual anyway lol.

So yeah, basically imo the reason is: to emphasize Guts as the cause of Griffith's feelings, to parallel them, and to add some homoeroticism.

Thanks for asking!

[cecilysass]

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Chapter 8: Dusk

When Scully returns to the apartment, it is hours later. Shadows slant thick and dark through the apartment. Mulder apparently hasn’t bothered to turn on a lamp.

She finds him lying on the couch, staring straight up at the ceiling. He doesn’t react to her return, even when she drops his keys on the entry table with a discordant jangle and abruptly turns on the lights.

Taking a few slow steps towards him, she waits for him to speak, to acknowledge her.

“Where have you been?” he asks at last, a dark and listless monotone.

“To see a doctor.”

He doesn’t move.

“I have a question, Mulder,” she says.

He continues to stare upwards.

“When I died, was I—by any chance—ten weeks pregnant?”

Now his head tilts slowly, his eyes are on hers. Alert.

“Because if I was … that seems like a crucially important piece of information to withhold.”

He seems to struggle with his answer. “You were.”

Scully closes her eyes, and behind her eyelids, the world is radiant white with her rage. Hot, bright fire, the kind that takes everything away with it. She opens them again and strides to sit in the chair directly opposite him.

“I was relieved to learn it was a human fetus.” Her words are like a weapon, unflinching and sharp. “That was one of my concerns.”

He sits up on the edge of the couch, his lips drawn. He regards her for a moment, as though about to say something, but then seems to crumple. He rests his forearms on his thighs, dropping his gaze to the floor.

“I had many concerns, Mulder. I continue to have many concerns. Being pregnant for reasons you don’t understand is terrifying. Having things happen to your body you don’t remember is terrifying. And as you may recall… this isn’t the first time it’s happened to me.”

“Scully,” he says, and when he raises his head, she sees that his eyes shimmer with unshed tears. “For what it’s worth… you were happy about being pregnant. God, you were so happy.”

She is actually shaking with anger. It takes her a moment to compose herself. “Then why… then why wouldn’t you tell me about it? How could you not see that this was something I needed to know?”

He folds his hands together directly in front of his face, over the bridge of his nose, giving the impression he is hiding. He does not answer.

“What if I had done something risky? What if I had decided to drink a fifth of vodka? My god—I was lifting weights, Mulder. You saw me lifting weights.”

He removes his hands from his face, instantly distraught. “Did you—”

“No,” she interrupts sharply. “I saw an ultrasound. The heartbeat. The pregnancy is proceeding normally. Whatever that even means in this context.”

He looks dazed. They look at one another, trapped in one another’s hurt stare.

“In 1998,” she begins, trying to keep her voice steady, “I was under the impression I couldn’t have biological children. Do you know how…? Was it the ova you found? They were viable after all?”

Mulder looks down again at his folded hands, letting out a sigh. He shakes his head slowly. “You tried going through IVF with the ova. But… it didn’t work.”

“It didn’t work?”

“No.”

“Well,” she says tartly, “something worked.”

“Yeah,” Mulder says hoarsely. “The old-fashioned way. Apparently. Unexpectedly. A miracle.”

Scully lets that sink in. “Oh.”

They say nothing else. She stares at him, feeling her heart pounding in her chest.

“Mulder,” she says, strained, “now you have to see, right? Now you have to understand that this is evidence.”

He stares blankly back at her.

“I don’t claim to fully understand cloning technology. But to clone a woman to be pregnant with a genetically distinct fetus in exactly the same stage of pregnancy as the original donor… I don’t know if that is even possible. It’s extremely implausible at a minimum.”

His eyes don’t waver from hers.

“I mean, we can run tests on the fetus to make sure… but I think you have to see this as evidence that I’m actually myself. You see what I’m saying, Mulder? You have to believe me now.”

He looks baffled, shaking his head just once.

“What?” she says quickly. “What is it?”

“I just think it’s incredibly strange that you haven’t asked,” Mulder says.

“What do you mean?”

“About the baby’s father. You haven’t asked. I’d think that would be the most obvious and natural next question.”

She purses her lips. He’s right, of course, and it’s impossible to explain, but she’s afraid. She’s afraid to know. She thinks she knows. Hopes she does. There’s only one answer that really makes sense. There’s only one answer that it could really be.

But what if she’s wrong? What if the world is more upside down than she realizes?

As usual, she is afraid to believe. She hasn’t really stopped shaking. She grabs hold of her own hands and grips them tightly.

“Was I—was I seeing someone?” she asks, hushed, almost a whisper.

“Yes,” he says, his eyes still locked on hers.

“Ah,” she says. “Okay.” Another pause.

“That’s it? That’s all you have to ask?”

“How long?” Her voice is very thin. “How long had the relationship been going on?”

A single tear rolls down his cheek. “Not long enough. Not nearly long enough. Not even six months before you died. There was one long-ass build-up before that, though.”

She stares at him, feeling like she can’t get enough air in her lungs.

“Was it—was it a good relationship?”

“Oh,” Mulder says, swiping the tear away, “I don’t know. The guy was kind of an asshole. But you two were really in sync, lots of practice spending time together.” He wipes again at his moist eyes. “Some parts of it—some parts were very good.”

“Very good?“ she repeats in a tiny voice.

“Yeah,” he says, something between a laugh and a sob, “life changingly good, Scully.”

“And the baby?” Scully whispers. “What did he think about that?”

A pause. “He was happy,” Mulder says. “But he was also worried. Worried there was a catch. It turns out… this guy has a surprisingly hard time believing in miracles. He has a hard time accepting them. He was afraid. Afraid it was a trap.” He rubs his temples. “Later, he regretted that he hadn’t been more excited with you. He should have been more fucking excited. He should have told you how happy he was.”

“I … probably knew.”

“I don’t think you did,” he says. “I don’t. Really. It was such a mistake, the worst mistake a man could make.”

It’s the most broken voice she has ever heard from him. She has no comfort to offer him.

“Later, he realized how happy he’d been about it, really, deep down, in places he couldn’t admit. And how happy he would have been,” Mulder says. “When he realized it wasn’t just you he lost, but the possibility of having a family again. That realization … hit slowly.”

She can’t believe she is hearing these words come out of his mouth. It’s hard for her to hold this truth in her head, that these words about family—about family with her—are being said by Mulder, the same glib Mulder she has known for so long.

He sinks forward, folding at the waist, resting his forehead on his palms, his elbows on his thighs. “I should have told you,” he says, his voice empty. “I should have told you right away that you’d been pregnant. You’re right, your mom was right. I was just so…” He stops. “It’s another way I’ve let you down.”

She doesn’t know what to say, just staring at him helplessly from her chair. He’s right. He should have told her. Still, it’s hard to stay angry with this heartbroken Mulder.

Her impulse is to walk over and place her hand on his back to reassure him, but she doesn’t remember this consummated relationship they apparently had. So she doesn’t quite know if she should touch him. Or how she would have touched him. She wrings her hands, trying to settle herself.

“The doctor estimates the baby is due the first week of January,” she tells him in as calm a voice as she can manage.

“January 2002,” he says. She hears him swallow. “It was originally December 2000.”

His eyes rise to hers. They look at one another. A pensive expression falls over his face.

“I wonder if…” He stops, scowling, disappearing into his thoughts.

“What is it?”

“If it wasn’t your life that was being put on pause,” he says.

Something tightens in her belly unpleasantly as she realizes what he means. For the first time it hits her that there is another person involved now. Her fingers run down her abdomen almost without thinking, and Mulder’s eyes follow them. She lets her hand rest there, over this as-yet very hypothetical baby.

This baby she apparently wanted very much.

“Do you…” He gestures half-heartedly with his hand towards her. “Do you feel okay? You were feeling sick … before.”

“I have thrown up a few times,” admits Scully.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “And you didn’t know why you were throwing up… fuck, I’m sorry.”

She bites down on the edge of her lip, thinking about how different it must have been, before. She’d been getting sick, evidently. Had he been comforting her? In this new and unfamiliar capacity, as whatever it was they were to one another?

“Mulder,” she says, thinking of something. “The sweater on your bed. That’s…?”

He nods, looking away.

“Oh,” she says softly, feeling her own tears well up. “Okay. Right.”

“You want it back?” he says. “I know you don’t have many of your clothes.”

“I … I guess.”

“I’ve been trying to stop sleeping with it. I knew it was probably a healthy step. I just haven’t been able to.”

“I don’t recognize it,” she murmurs. “I must have bought it after 1998.”

“I’ll give it back,” Mulder says. “Don’t worry.”

Is that why he has a bed now—because of their relationship? She feels her cheeks warm. Even the idea that she has been… in that bed, with him, makes her feel unbearably self-conscious.

Mulder is watching her. “Are you feeling all right now?”

“Yes, it’s just so much,” she says, avoiding his eyes. “It’s so much to … absorb.”

“Yeah.” She feels his stare heavily on her for a beat. All at once, he stands up abruptly, walking over to his window, and turns around. “Listen,” he says. “This is important, because I don’t want you to feel like…” He shakes his head. “I know that the woman I was in a relationship with was a different woman.”

“What?” Scully feels anger bubble up inside her again.

“No, no,” he says hastily. “I’m sorry, that’s not what I mean.” He stops, his mouth still open, like the words just won’t come out for a moment. “What I mean is that the woman I was in a relationship with chose to be with me.” He bites his lip, his eyes trailing over her face. “You didn’t. You woke up here pregnant. Chained by a history you don’t even remember to a partner that … like you said, isn’t exactly the man he once was.”

Regret fills her stomach like acid.

“I don’t want you to feel stuck,” he said. “You should still think about San Diego.”

“Oh,” she says. “I see what you mean.”

“I imagine I’d probably want to see the baby sometimes,” he says. “And obviously I’m able to contribute financially, whatever it takes. But I wouldn’t bother you. You’re free. I know you’re just learning all of this, but I just want you to see that.”

She nods, and she looks down at her abdomen again.

“Mulder,” she says, and for the first time since waking up in 2001, she feels entirely certain about what to say to him. “I’m not going to move away.”

“Are you—”

“I’m sure.” With a confidence she doesn’t feel, she stands up and walks to him, touching his shoulder. He flinches slightly. “You’re still my partner. And you’re… apparently my child’s father. But I need you healthy and thinking clearly.” 

He looks at her bewildered, like a small child.

“I also need you to be sure I’m myself,” she adds, studying his reaction. “You’re sure, aren’t you, Mulder?”

There is an unwieldy pause. He shakes his head, dropping his gaze to his feet again for a moment, then looking back up. He smiles a twisted smile.

“I think I knew it was you from the first five minutes.”

She opens her mouth in shock.

“Don’t rule out San Diego,” he says, his voice like gravel. “I’m one fucked up guy, Scully.”

[cheerfullycatholic]

Please... Please, I am not trying to be rude to you but to be honest and true with you. No insults or meanness but a real discussion. Life does not begin at fertilization. There is no nervous system or heart beat until MONTHS into pregnancy. A pulse (not even blood or heartbeat) is only scientifically detectable after 2 months. How otherwise do you explain still births, or false pregnancies, or inviable fetuses. Life is DIFFICULT to define but that isn't it.

I know you've done research but maybe do better research on the OTHER side? There has to be a reason so many people are quote "ok with killing human babies" as you seem to think of it... and its not "because we dont love God"

I'm very sorry, you are very nice and well intentioned. But you are really wrong here. Fetus =/= baby. The right to abortion PROTECTS US against rape and incest. Anti abortion is to control pregnant women and change their future permanently.

EVEN ADOPTION DOES NOT PROTECT YOU AGAINST PREGNANCY CHANGING YOUR WHOLE LIFE, present, past, and future. When Christ was all about making mindful choices with God and grace....

This is going to be a long one, brace yourself

Firstly, it is scientifically proven that life begins at conception.

Dianne N. Irving, M.A, Ph.D. states in this article,

Scientifically something very radical occurs between the processes of gametogenesis and fertilization, the change from a simple part of one human being (i.e., a sperm) and a simple part of another human being (i.e., an oocyte usually referred to as an "ovum" or "egg"), which simply possess "human life", to a new, genetically unique, newly existing, individual, whole living human being (a single-cell embryonic human zygote). That is, upon fertilization, parts of human beings have actually been transformed into something very different from what they were before; they have been changed into a single, whole human being. During the process of fertilization, the sperm and the oocyte cease to exist as such, and a new human being is produced.

To understand this, it should be remembered that each kind of living organism has a specific number and quality of chromosomes that are characteristic for each member of a species. (The number can vary only slightly if the organism is to survive.) For example, the characteristic number of chromosomes for a member of the human species is 46 (plus or minus, e.g., in human beings with Downs or Turners syndromes). Every somatic (or, body) cell in a human being has this characteristic number of chromosomes. Even the early germ cells contain 46 chromosomes; it is only their mature forms - the sex gametes, or sperms and oocytes - which will later contain only 23 chromosomes each. Sperms and oocytes are derived from primitive germ cells in the developing fetus by means of the process known as "gametogenesis." Because each germ cell normally has 46 chromosomes, the process of "fertilization" can not take place until the total number of chromosomes in each germ cell are cut in half. This is necessary so that after their fusion at fertilization the characteristic number of chromosomes in a single individual member of the human species (46) can be maintained, otherwise we would end up with a monster of some sort.

To accurately see why a sperm or an oocyte are considered as only possessing human life, and not as living human beings themselves, one needs to look at the basic scientific facts involved in the processes of gametogenesis and of fertilization. It may help to keep in mind that the products of gametogenesis and fertilization are very different. The products of gametogenesis are mature sex gametes with only 23 instead of 46 chromosomes. The product of fertilization is a living human being with 46 chromosomes. Gametogenesis refers to the maturation of germ cells, resulting in gametes. Fertilization refers to the initiation of a new human being…

… O'Rahilly (O'Rahilly and Müller, p. 19.) defines fertilization as: "… the procession of events that begins when a spermatozoon makes contact with a secondary oocyte or its investments, and ends with the intermingling of maternal and paternal chromosomes at metaphase of the first mitotic division of the zygote. The zygote is characteristic of the last phase of fertilization and is identified by the first cleavage spindle. It is a unicellular embryo." (Emphasis added.) The fusion of the sperm (with 23 chromosomes) and the oocyte (with 23 chromosomes) at fertilization results in a live human being, a single-cell human zygote, with 46 chromosomes, the number of chromosomes characteristic of an individual member of the human species. Quoting Moore (Moore and Persaud, p. 2.) : "Zygote: This cell results from the union of an oocyte and a sperm. A zygote is the beginning of a new human being (i.e., an embryo). The expression fertilized ovum refers to a secondary oocyte that is impregnated by a sperm; when fertilization is complete, the oocyte becomes a zygote." (Emphasis added.)

(That is only a small portion of that article, I highly suggest reading the whole thing)

Likwise, Maureen Condic, Ph.D states in this article,

The scientific basis for distinguishing one cell type from another rests on two criteria: differences in what something is made of (its molecular composition) and differences in how the cell behaves. Based on these criteria, the joining (or fusion) of sperm and egg clearly produces a new cell type, the zygote or one-cell embryo. Cell fusion is a well studied and very rapid event, occurring in less than a second. Because the zygote arises from the fusion of two different cells, it contains all the components of both sperm and egg, and therefore this new cell has a unique molecular composition that is distinct from either gamete. Thus the zygote that comes into existence at the moment of sperm-egg fusion meets the first scientific criterion for being a new cell type: its molecular make-up is clearly different from that of the cells that gave rise to it.

Subsequent to sperm-egg fusion, events rapidly occur in the zygote that do not normally occur in either sperm or egg. Within minutes, the zygote initiates a change in its internal state that will, over the next 30 minutes, block additional sperm from binding to the cell surface. Thus, the zygote acts immediately to oppose the function of the gametes from which it is derived; while the “goal” of both sperm and egg is to find each other and to fuse, the first act of the zygote is to prevent any further binding of sperm to the cell surface. Clearly, the zygote has entered into a new pattern of behavior, and therefore meets the second scientific criterion for being a new cell type.

What is the nature of the new cell that comes into existence upon sperm-egg fusion? Most importantly, is the zygote merely another human cell (like a liver cell or a skin cell) or is it something else? Just as science distinguishes between different types of cells, it also makes clear distinctions between cells and organisms. Both cells and organisms are alive, yet organisms exhibit unique characteristics that can reliably distinguish them from mere cells.

An organism is defined as “(1) a complex structure of interdependent and subordinate elements whose relations and properties are largely determined by their function in the whole and (2) an individual constituted to carry on the activities of life by means of organs separate in function but mutually dependent: a living being.” (Merriam-Webster) This definition stresses the interaction of parts in the context of a coordinated whole as the distinguishing feature of an organism. Organisms are “living beings.” Therefore, another name for a human organism is a “human being”; an entity that is a complete human, rather than a part of a human.

From this we can gather than a new, unique, living human being is formed upon the fusion of a human sperm and a human egg. Life, although complex and infinitely fascinating, is not hard to define.

Secondly, I’ve yet to find scientific proof that what I just quoted is false. I’ve looked through pro abortion websites and I’ve asked pro choicers to help me find what I’m looking for. It doesn’t exist. Not once as someone who supports abortion been able to offer any scientific research claiming life doesn’t begin at conception. So… why are so many people quote “ok with killing human babies”? Don’t you think if this was common knowledge, they’d share it? You seem to be one of those people, if you have the answers, if you have the scientific evidence that I’m wrong, please, bring it forward.

Thirdly, abortion doesn’t protect against rape and incest. Abortion can only occur after those events. Consider why someone would have an abortion, what does it do? It terminates a life, terminates a pregnancy. A woman can only get pregnant after sex. Abortion doesn’t stop rape or incest. Abortion does, however, stop the growth and development of a new, unique, living human being.

I will admit, pregnancy does change a woman’s life, at least for the nine months that she’s pregnant. But that change, no matter how little or big it is, does not give anyone the right to kill another human being. Life is full of changes and hardships, we shouldn’t get to kill people just to make our lives easier. That’s selfish.

We can all do better to support women in difficult pregnancies, and we can start by not killing their kids.

[watercolor-hearts]

I'm not the anon who asked you to write it and stumbled across your work because I was checking lestappen tag. NVM. I JUST NEED A HAPPY SECOND CHAPTER. I just can't tolerate thinking about Charles losing and Max heartbreaking 😭

TIA ❤️

Hi, thank you for sending this ask, I wrote 2.1K words for you and for those who wanted a second chapter to it. 😊❤ It's important to mention that this chapter contains converstations about abortion and while there's no discription of the abortion procedure itself, it happens, so please only read this if it's not triggering for you. It's Charles' decision and he has all the support.

Please read the first chapter before reading this to understand this story better! | Third chapter.

Max/Charles • 2112 words • mpreg • hospital • examination • (discussions of) abortion • supportive boyfriend Max • supportive friend Andrea • comfort • cuddling • happy end • Ao3 link

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The examining room felt cold as Charles lay down on the examining bed, waiting for the sonographer to start. He hated being there, thinking about why he was there. He just wanted to finish this as soon as possible and continue his life like this accident has never happened.

“All right,” the sonographer said, smiling as she lifted up the gel from the machine, “Are you ready?” she asked. Charles gulped.

“Yes,” he nodded, closing his eyes.

“You can watch,” the woman said with a kindness in his voice that made Charles feel a bit better and worse at the same time because he'd love to watch if it was the right time. But not now.

“I don't want it.”

“To watch?”

“The baby,” he said, heart racing a million miles, “I don't want it.”

“Oh...”

“Just do it, please,” Charles said, taking a deep breath to calm his body down.

“All right. It'll be a bit cold at the beginning when I put the gel on, and then you'll feel pressure but it shouldn't hurt.”

Charles nodded, and then the sonographer started the examination.

“Let's see...” she said as the picture appeared on the monitor, “It looks like we have a heal—”

“Please don't say anything about... About it,” Charles said, not letting her finish the sentence. Healthy fetus. Healthy baby. Healthy... something.

“Would you like to hear the heartb—”

“No!” Charles exclaimed, “Sorry, sorry,” he apologized right after because he didn't want to be that loud.

“It's okay, sir. I understand it and I'm sorry. I'll finish the examination and then you can discuss the next step with the doctor,” she explained, so Charles could know what happens next.

“Thank you” Charles whispered, letting the sonographer do her job in peace.

***

It was late evening when Charles and Max met again after Charles sent Max away from the medical center a few days ago. It was time to talk.

“Hi,” Charles greeted Max after opening the door and letting him in.

“Hi.”

“I—Would you like a coffee or—”

“A Red Bull?” Max asked with half a smile on his face. Charles smiled. He knew Max, he knew he was going to ask for a Red Bull like he always does. He's a simple guy.

“Okay,” Charles nodded, heading to the kitchen to get Max a Red Bull, “Take a seat somewhere.”

“Have you—How are you?” Max corrected himself, not wanting to jump on the sensitive topic just yet.

“Good. I'm good,” Charles said, handing Max his drink and then sitting on the other end of the couch. “I went to the hospital today. For... For an...”

“Abortion appointment,” Max finished the sentence for him. His voice was emotionless, almost like he accepted what was going to happen.

“Yeah.”

“Did you—Did you see the baby? Or heard the heartbeat?” Max asked, not daring to look at Charles, instead, he stared at the energy drink in his hand.

“No.” The answer was short and cold.

“Okay.”

“I didn't want to develop feelings,” Charles started, “so I chose not to watch or listen. I only wanted the appointment but they needed to do an examination to make sure there's... something... a fetus... in me.”

“Okay,” Max nodded, taking a sip from his drink, “When is the appointment?”

“Tomorrow morning.”

“I can of course make myself free to be with you there.”

“No need to,” Charles smiled weakly, “Andrea will be there with me. Only a few hours stay after the procedure and then I can come home. A few days of rest, and then if everything's alright at the check-up, I can slowly start training again. If everything goes well, I don't have to miss a race.”

“Will you—Will you be okay without me?” Max asked, wanting to hug Charles but also wanting to give him the space he needed.

“Don't worry,” Charles moved a bit closer to him, “everything's gonna be alright. I'll call you after.”

“Thank you,” Max murmured, reaching out to hold Charles' hand. “I would like to apologize for everything I said in the medical center. I did not think, all that was in my mind was a picture of us having a kid, being parents. I did not think about racing, the title fight, your career, and everything... But I did, after. And if you really want this, then I am here for you to support you through it because I love you and I want the best for you. And I of course understand now that this is your decision, first and foremost. I want you to be happy. And we will have time to have children in the future when the right time comes. Now racing is the most important thing for you and I of course want to respect it.” Max said, drinking from his drink again as he waited for some kind of answer from Charles but when he didn't get any, he looked at him and his heart dropped at the sight; Charles crying silently, quickly wiping his tears off when he noticed Max was looking at him. “Charles, are you—” Max wanted to ask but in the next moment Charles buried his face into Max's soft hoodie, taking deep breaths to inhale the scent of it.

“I'm okay,” Charles mumbled into Max's chest, “It's just... I was scared you would hate me for choosing my career over this fetus. I want to win, I want to bring Ferrari back to the top, Max. I've put my whole racing career on it. It's not so far now, I can't let it go when I can almost taste the victory.”

“I would of course never hate you, Charles,” Max said, hugging Charles close to his chest to comfort him, “I needed time to think about everything, my point of view, your point of view, racing, private life, but now I agree with you and see things differently. This season is your strongest one yet and I love fighting with you on the track. If you win this title, it will be a hundred percent deserved and I will be of course incredibly proud of you.”

“Thank you for... For being there for me even when it's not so easy for you. I love you,” Charles murmured, closing his eyes. Max smiled, kissing Charles' messy hair.

“No need to thank me for it, supporting a loved one is a basic thing for me to do, Charles. And I love you too, so it is of course not a question that I am here for you and we will get through this.”

“We will, together,” Charles mumbled into Max's chest. “When the right time comes, I would love to start a family with you.”

“Me too,” Max agreed, closing his eyes, “When the right time comes.”

***

“How are you?” Andrea asked the next morning when Charles joined him in the car to go to the hospital.

“Nervous but fine.”

“Are you sure about it, about the...”

“Abortion,” Charles said. “You can say it. And yes, I am completely sure about it. We've discussed it with Max and he supports me.”

“I support you too,” Andrea said as he started the car. “You won't be alone.”

Charles looked at Andrea, a soft smile on his face. “Thank you. Max offered to be there but... I know it would be too painful for him so I said no because you'll be there with me and in a few hours I'll be home again.”

“It means a lot that I was the first one you called yesterday,” his trainer and friend said, “This is not something you'd tell everyone. I just... I'm glad to be with you and support you.”

“You're not my lover so it's a bit easier,” Charles smiled, “But I'm glad you're here with me. You're a good friend.”

“I try to be one.”

When they arrived at the hospital, a nurse guided them to a room where she did a quick check-up on Charles to make sure everything was okay and then left him alone with Andrea until the team was ready in the operating room.

“If anything happens...” Charles started and Andrea shook his head in disbelief.

“God, please, no...”

“Andrea, please,” Charles said, seriously, “If anything happens, call Max and tell him. He has all the right to know. Okay?”

“Okay,” Andrea nodded, “But everything is going to be alright, don't worry.”

“I told him I'll call him after but if I won't be in the right state, will you call him and tell him I'm okay?”

“Of course, I will,” the trainer nodded, patting Charles' hand. “I already have your resting and workout plan for the next few days. We'll do it slowly so your body has time to regenerate.”

“I don't want to miss a race—”

“And I don't want to risk any injuries,” Andrea interrupted, “So we're going to do it slowly. Trust me, Charles, please.”

Charles sighed, nodding, because he knew Andrea was right. “I trust you.”

“Are you ready, sir?” the nurse asked as he came back.

Charles nodded. “Yes, I am ready.”

“All right. I'll now show you the way to the operating room, the team is waiting for you there.”

“Okay,” Charles nodded, getting up.

“I'll wait for you,” Andrea said, squeezing Charles' shoulder, “Everything is going to be alright.”

“Thank you,” Charles whispered, hugging him quickly before leaving the room with the nurse.

***

Max was having a break between the videos they were recording for sponsors when his phone started ringing. When he looked at it, he saw Andrea's name on the screen. His heart quickened as he accepted the call.

“Andrea—”

“I'm calling to tell you that Charles is out of the operating room and is okay but still needs time to fully regain consciousness,” the trainer said, making Max sigh in relief.

“That is good news, thank you for calling. For how long he needs to stay there?”

“A few hours, I'm not sure yet. They keep an eye on him, I'm also here with him so I'll text you if I know more.”

“Okay, thank you, Andrea. Can you please tell him I love him and I'll be at home with him for the next few days? And also, please make sure he is not in any pain.”

“Of course, Max, I will,” Andrea reassured him, “He's slowly waking up now, I have to go.”

“Thank you for calling. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye.”

After a few minutes, it seemed like Charles was fully conscious again.

“Hi,” Andrea smiled at him.

“Hi,” Charles did the same. “It's over. Finally.”

“Yeah,” Andrea agreed, “It's over. How are you feeling?”

“Relieved. Happy. And a bit tired.”

“Max asked me to tell you that he'll be at home with you in the next few days. Also, he said he loves you.”

Charles smiled. “Thank you for calling him.”

“It's okay. Are you feeling any pain?”

“No, not yet. I guess the anesthetic is still working.”

“Yeah, probably. They'll check you on soon and tell you how long you'll need to stay.”

“I wanna go home as soon as possible.”

“I know,” Andrea nodded, holding Charles' hand carefully not to hurt it because of the IV in it. “You'll be home soon.”

***

“Hi,” Max murmured as he saw Charles was about to wake up from his nap, now finally in his own bed after Andrea took him home and stayed with there until Max finished working with the sponsors. “I am here with you and I'm going to stay. If you want to, of course.”

“I missed you,” Charles said, slowly turning to let Max cuddle him. “I of course want you to stay. The doctor said I need to do things slowly in the next few days and then go back for a check-up. But I feel okay,” he said, smiling. It was freeing for him to know that he could concentrate on getting back to racing and that he didn't have to worry about the accident anymore. It was the past, and the future was what was important for him and for Max too.

“I am glad you are okay. It is nice to see you smile. You have a very pretty smile, Charles.” Max's compliment made Charles blush, so he hid his face in Max's hair.

“I'm happy again because soon I can go back to racing,” Charles said, caressing Max's face, “I feel free again and it means a lot to me. I can't wait to be back on the track and do what I love and what means the life to me.”

“You will be back soon.”

And you will be on the top.

[anamericangirl]

Pro choicers don’t believe you can consent to implantation, but we believe you can consent to an ongoing pregnancy because you can. The entire idea of consent ( specifically medically ) gets taken away when you can’t prevent something whether you want to or not which would be implantation. Pregnancy is an ongoing process that you can stop before it’s full term.

Furthermore, we believe the mind matters above all and that’s proven even within our own laws today. If life ends at consciousness ( you are legally dead when your brain is no longer capable of consciousness ) then it should begin at consciousness as well. The entire idea of giving someone with no consciousness rights makes no sense and even if you were to claim it has the potential for that consciousness, you would be claiming that you value potentiality over the actuality and another fully conscious person.

A fetus doesn’t gain consciousness until 22-24 weeks. Which is why abortion is illegal at that stage and we agree because we believe life starts at that time and you would gain rights ( such as right to life, bodily autonomy ect) at that stage.

Well just like you claimed I argued that because something was natural and therefore good (even though that literally was never what my argument was) I would say that your argument that being physically capable of doing something means you should be legally allowed to do it is quite fallacious. Just because you can do something, doesn't mean that thing is good or acceptable to do. I can adopt a puppy and then change my mind and decide I no longer consent to feed it and just let it starve. Should I be permitted to?

I can donate a kidney and once the procedure is done and my kidney is inside the other person, I am physically capable of deciding I no longer consent to that person using my kidney. Should I permitted to take it back?

Just because you have the capacity to decide to kill or harm an innocent person does not mean you should be permitted to. And that's what abortion is. Being able to decide you don't want to continue pregnancy does not automatically mean you have the right to end that pregnancy in a way that harms or kills an innocent person.

Life doesn't end at consciousness. That's not the criteria for which death is determined. Life ends when you have no more brain waves, known as brain death, which means your brain is no longer functional. One of the results of that is a person will not regain consciousness, but consciousness is not the measurement of brain death, otherwise we would have to say people in a coma are as good as dead. You can be very much alive while, at the same time, having no consciousness. And we use brain death to measure death not because it means a person won't regain consciousness, but because their entire body has ceased to function as a human organism. Meaning they are no longer a human organism but a human corpse. The beginning of life and the end of life are very different and asserting that because we measure death one way that method will also work to determine when life starts is pretty foolish. Death used to be determined by the ending of the heartbeat so does that mean the beginning of life should have been measured by the beginning of the heartbeat? For you to argue that the ceasing of consciousness is what determines death (even though it's actually brain death) is asserting that an unborn baby is essentially the same as a human corpse and that is objectively untrue. An unborn baby is a living human organism (which the dead person is not) from the moment of conception. They are rapidly growing and developing as a human organism and are very much alive.

I don't value unconscious people over conscious people, I value them equally. I believe all human beings should have human rights, whether they are conscious or not. You are the one creating a hierarchy of human worth and valuing one person over another based on whether or not they are conscious. What is it about consciousness that gives a person their value and their rights? Are people in a coma less important than people not in a coma? Do people in a coma have no rights because they aren't conscious?

And I do not argue that an unborn baby has the potential for conscious, I argue that they will be conscious at a certain point in their development. If something is known for sure to happen and when it will happen that is not potential. A person in a coma has the potential for consciousness. If consciousness is your criteria for value, then you would have to believe that an unborn baby is more valuable and has more rights than someone in a comatose state because we know the baby will be conscious and we know when, but we don't know when or even if a person in a coma will regain consciousness.

Abortion is not illegal at 22-24 weeks everywhere. There are several states that allow abortion up until 26 weeks and some have no limit at all. The beginning of life is not something we "agree" on. It is something we observe. And you are incorrect about where we have observed it to begin. There is no debate in science about where life begins. It has been known for a long time to start at conception. Open literally any embryology textbook and it will tell you that. You don't gain human rights when you're conscious. You have human rights by virtue of being human. And you're a human at the moment you're conceived.

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Imagine Y/N as the drunk best friend who called Niall. But he takes her home (like the gentleman he is) but in her drunken stupor she makes some dirty confessions and Niall giggles and asks her more questions and she confesses she wants Niall to eat her pussy. The next morning when she is sober he does exactly that. He eats her pussy so good she is orgasming for 2h and Niall is addicted to her pussy 😘

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"Niall heyyy!"

I frowned a bit, my lips curling in an amused smile, before leaning against the back of my couch, holding my phone against my ear. It was late on a friday night and for some reason, I had decided on a relaxed evening in front of the tv. Still, I had to admit that getting a phone call from my drunk best friend was not something I had expected.

"Y/N, are you okay?" I asked, still smiling slightly as she started giggling.

"Yes, but I wanted to leave and my friends told me I was not allowed to drive." she explained with difficulty. "I have no idea why, I'm totally sober."

I laughed and she groaned, making me shake my head. "D'ya want me to pick you up, petal?"

"You would be a sweetheart!"

She looked happy that I proposed first and we finally hung up. I checked my phone to make sure she sent me the address and jumped in my car. It took me about 15 minutes to get there and I noticed her immediately, her arms wrapped around herself, her shoulders up as she tried to keep herself warm in her big hoodie. When I parked next to her, I realized it was actually my hoodie and smiled. It looked better on her.

"See guys? I have a ride home!" she let out a bit too loud, probably not even aware of it. "And he's pretty too!"

I laughed and rolled my eyes again as she waved them goodbye and opened the passenger's door, letting herself fall on the bench before closing the door. She leaned her head against the back of it and turned her face to me, sending me a big smile.

"Thank you, pretty boy." she said in a softer voice. "I can always count on you."

"Put your seatbelt on, darling, and stop flirting with me." I joked with a smirk, making her raise her nose up in a grimace.

She didn't answer but did as I asked and I started driving her back to my place. I could feel her eyes on me and after a while, I glanced at her and my lips curled slightly again on the left.

"What?"

"I can't tell. You're not allowing me to."

I frowned a bit and glanced at her again with a smile. "I was kiddin' pet, you can tell me anything, that's what best friends are for."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Because, it may come off as a shock to you." she argued, making me laugh this time.

"Don't worry, I can take it."

"Okay then." she shrugged, shaking her head a bit. "I was not flirting, I was trying to get in your pants."

My heart jumped in my chest and I could feel my heartbeats accelerate. I had no idea if her confession made me horny or just made everything awkward, but deep down, I liked it, and it made me curious.

"Why would you want that?"

"Because you're pretty, Horan. You're so fucking pretty. Who said you could be pretty like that?"

I laughed harder and she sent me a smile. "What else?."

"I'm curious about your cock. I want to know how big it is. Is it thick? Tell me."

I felt her hand on my thigh and held my breath as my heart started beating all over my body. It's not that I didn't enjoy that, because on fact, I really did, but there was no way I would have sex with my best friend while she was drunk.

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[killed-by-choice]

“Georgia Roe,” 27 (USA 1975)

In 1975, a 27-year-old who was later given the name “Georgia” after her state underwent an abortion at 10 weeks pregnant.

Georgia’s medical history was noted in a later case report. At the age of 8, she had surgery for severe pectus excavatum. Her heart had stopped for 20 minutes, but circulation was maintained and she had no further issues noted until age 20, when possible cardiac enlargement and/or pulmonary edema was noted. A brief course of treatment relieved her and she was noted to have been living a “normal life”.

But at the age of 27, she underwent a hysterectomy abortion (removing the uterus with the fetus still inside) at 10 weeks pregnant.

It is possible that Georgia thought that the abortion would preserve her health. At some point after having three uneventful and healthy births, she had started experiencing pelvic pain, which was identified as chronic cervicitis. At the time of the abortion, she’d had a class 3 Pap smear* and a cervical biopsy showed atypical squamous metaplasia**.

It is also possible that she had the abortion because she just didn’t want another child. She had already given birth to three babies, each one born full-term with no complications from the pregnancy or birth. The reason for the abortion remains unknown.

In the recovery room, Georgia had an occasionally irregular heartbeat and ST depression was noted. Another EKG 2 days later showed "possibly a little more" ST depression. Despite this, the hospital released her after 5 days and did not have her see a doctor for a follow-up.

Georgia’s family members reported that in her last few weeks alive, she suffered from continuous vaginal bleeding. Despite her alarming symptoms and her medical history, Georgia still was not given any follow-up medical treatment.

5 weeks after the abortion, Georgia was in her car on the way to a relative’s funeral. When she got out of the car, she suddenly collapsed and died.

A doctor who had occasionally seen Georgia during her life but had not seen or treated her at any point after the abortion listed her cause of death as “coronary occlusion”, but no autopsy was ever performed.

Georgia was 1 out of 10 known deaths in the state of Georgia to happen to a client who had recently had a legal abortion in 1975. Due to a voluntary and largely ineffective reporting system, it is unknown how many more cases go unreported.

* The now-obsolete class system for papanicolaou smear testing marked the results as a class 3. This means that abnormal cells were detected, but it doesn’t confirm the presence of a dangerous problem and cells marked as class 3 will sometimes become normal again without any treatment at all. The biopsy may have been ordered after the results came back.

** Atypical squamous metaplasia can be precancerous or fully benign. It can come from a virus, hormonal conditions, polyps, menopause and more. It does not necessarily mean that the patient has or will develop cancer, but follow-up testing is usually in order.

[agentbluefox]

Every single state in the US has verbiage allowing abortion (removal of a live, viable fetus) if the life of the mother is in danger or compromised. You can look up the laws - in fact, I encourage you to. You deserve to know your rights, not just what you’re being told. Knowing your rights will save lives. In addition, every doctor follows (or is expected to follow) the Hippocratic oath to do no harm. Knowingly allowing a patient to die is medical malpractice At Best and has nothing to do with abortion laws or Roe v Wade.

Removal of ectopic pregnancies and any type of removal, surgical or chemical, of a dead or miscarried fetus, are not abortions and are not classified as such. The arguments I’ve seen state that these types of pregnancies have heartbeats and so cannot be removed. A quick google search will disprove that.

This varies based on personal opinion - certainly there are those who will oppose abortion under any circumstances - but most politicians (including Trump) have stated there should be exceptions in cases of rape, incest, and even fetal anomaly. Not to mention, the overturning of Roe v Wade pushed the entire issue of abortion back to the states, so that the federal government ISN’T in charge of your abortion access or your medical decisions beyond, again, when the mother’s life is at risk. However, further pushing for singular universal government healthcare will put any and all medical decisions into the hands of the federal government. There’s an old saying that if you don’t want the other side to have just as much power and control as you have right now, you should limit that power and control.

As another poster said, the trans topic is a separate issue and once again, I encourage anyone affected to read the bills that were passed under the Trump administration and under the Biden/Harris administration. I worked in a school (albeit a small one), and was ‘loaned' to a few public schools through both administrations, in what used to be a fairly conservative part of the country. Never under any circumstances are teachers to be alone, unsupervised with a child. Nor should they be. Unfortunately, sexual assault is far too common in the school system. But unless the constitution is going to be overturned and every non-discrimination and child-protective policy thrown out the window, nobody should be legally checking children’s genitals. I’m guessing OP is relying on the “don’t say gay” bill passed in Florida as proof all that will soon be legal. I encourage you to read that bill too if you can. Once again, a whole separate topic.

I don’t say any of this to attack op, though I keep seeing posts and videos like this, all repeating what are essentially talking points. And all this does is further fear, based largely on assumption and emotion. That’s a dangerous combination for anyone, but especially for those who might be affected. Start asking questions, start reading the laws that affect your own body, your own freedoms, and those of the people you care about.

To the men who voted for Donald Trump today:

When your girlfriend gets pregnant, and you’re not ready to become a father, and you’re forced into a position that cripples you emotionally, financially and irreversibly, remember: you did this.

When your sister’s pregnancy turns out to be ectopic, and she can’t get the life-saving medical care she needs and dies a completely pointless, preventable death, remember: you did this.

When your 12-year-old daughter is raped by her soccer coach — after he’s legally allowed to strip off her pants and peep at her genitals, because the existence of trans kids terrifies you — and she steals your shotgun and kills herself in your garage, remember, first and foremost: you did this.

Hundreds of thousands of people are going to die because of the decision you made today.

You did that.

[kota-corner]

not to be rude but how do you be pro life and pro choice at the same time?

Hi! Sorry I took a few days to answer. I've been overwhelmed with life and my brain is literally soup right now. Anyways!

When we hear the terms, most people often jump to the idea that they are opposites. In reality, these issues aren't black and white. Difficult circumstances do exist, different reasonings do exist. When I say I am both, I am saying that a. I support whatever the best option is for all parties involved with the situation, and b. I support access to reproductive healthcare, however, I do not think I'd ever would get an abortion myself. Of course, I'm non-binary afab in a closed relationship with a cisgender woman, so there's a very low chance of me ever getting pregnant as long as I'm in this relationship (and I have no plans not to be), obviously unless some bad things happen, which I do not like to think about.

One reason for this is that there is an irrefutable difference between a four week ball of cells vs. let's say a twelve week old fetus that can now start to take in shallow breaths and has a heartbeat in the womb, and there's also the fact that at around twenty four week, a fetus can start to feel physically pain and is more aware of its surroundings. I would be in full support of an abortion for a woman who has just a ball of cells she does not feel she has the capacity to carry to term nor raise, but I don't think it's morally ethical to have abortions passed a certain point, especially when the heartbeat starts, breathing begins to happen, and when the unborn baby/fetus(whatever you'd want to use as the term) feels pain. Of course, I do believe in certain exceptions such as cases of r*pe, whenever a minor gets pregnant, or when the health of the mother is at stake.

That being said, I do not agree that abortion should be used as a form of birth control. I don't think women should be allowed to have abortion after abortion, when it is the responsibility of the parents to be safe during sexual intercourse. Accidents happen of course, but there are some individuals who repeatedly act irresponsible and use abortion as a safety net. In a lot of these situations, options like condoms, vasectomy, tubal ligation, birth control pills, IUD, contraceptive patch, shots, arm implants, etc, are more long-term and proven to be effective solutions overall. If we made all of these things free, and focused on unrestricting these first and foremost, we could then focus on ethically regulating abortions. A very small percentage of abortions are actually caused by r*pe or inc*st, and again, I'm not talking about those cases.

But if we want to reduce abortions, especially late-term abortions, We. Need. To. Make. Them. Accessible. Earlier. On. We also need to make birth control methods free or, at the very least, significantly more affordable. No one should have to pay over $50 for a single plan-b pill. And yes, some insurances cover some of these options, but not all do, not all people have insurance, and some options don't work for some people. For example, I've been on "the pill" before, back when I was with an ex-boyfriend, not only to prevent pregnancy, but also to regulate my hormones. However, I got sick from it, and had to be taken off. I was considering getting an IUD as a replacement, but things went south with that guy and I ended up not getting one. I'm with a cisgender woman now yes, but I still want to find something to help regulate my hormones, especially since I have PMDD and very painful periods.

Again, I don't believe in telling people what they should with their bodies. I just think certain things on both sides of the extreme are unethical and have gone too far. Take this with a grain of salt since it truly is just my view on things, and if you disagree, that's okay. I do appreciate you asking this question! I feel like approaching subjects like this with an open mind is how we all grow and learn as people.

Please don't go off on me in the comments for this if you disagree with anything I said. You can respectfully voice your disagreements, but I don't want anyone being nasty to one another about it.

Here are some resources for AFAB individuals for birth control methods, as well as some for AMABs! *Ps- I used terms like woman and mother as a catch all here, I am fully aware that non-cis men and enbies can and do get pregnant and have abortions!*

https://my.clevelandclinic.org/health/articles/11427-birth-control-options

https://www.plannedparenthood.org/learn/birth-control

https://www.webmd.com/sex/birth-control/ss/options-in-the-pipeline-for-male-birth-control

[salora-rainriver]

[cw] abortion, rabies, euthanasia, animal death.

shitty pseudo-poem or whatever. I keep getting nonsense on the fyp, and I just,

==

I find myself so frustrated with the state of the debate. Everyone's asking the wrong question: "when does life begin" "if a fetus human" the answer to that question doesn't matter.

it's moot. can't you see how pointless this argument is?

Every day, an innocent human life is ended by a doctor. and it's acceptable. you allow it. you may have even signed off on it. We have a word for those acts. it isn't murder.

Picture this:

You're standing on the side of a road. It's night. A black shape races towards you, mouth foaming, gait erratic, a rabid dog. there's a gun in your hand. what do you do? there's only one thing you can.

Do you know what rabies is? it's a virus that targets the brain. It melts your neurons into slurry. Your body prickles, you see things that aren't there. Water terrifies you, you can't drink and can't sleep. Nothing can save you now, there is no cure. You are dying,

That dog is dying, suffering at the hands of one of the most terrible diseases we know. Nothing makes sense as their body breaks down. Existence has become an endless nightmare. Viruses are not alive. No evil has caused this. There is no villain to enact judgment upon. There is nothing you can do for the dog, as it drools and snarls and lunges at you, except to pull the trigger. End its nightmare.

but, you cry, a fetus is not a rabid dog! and there are vaccines for rabies, you have time after it bites you, you don't have to shoot the dog!

… Sure. Perhaps the analogy isn't perfect. But if anything that makes it worse. Rabies is one of the most certain diseases in the world. As soon as symptoms appear, you're as good as dead, and you can recognize a rabid dog at a distance, with a flashlight in the dark. Most fatal pregnancy complications are not so certain.

You can't be sure if the dog inside her belly is rabid. You can't be sure if the rabies will spread. You can't know if it will kill her. or itself. or both.

And it's that uncertainty that terrifies.

That is worse than the suffering and pain as a process we revere, as the origin of ourselves, all goes horrifically wrong. the organs are in the wrong place. Its heartbeat is weak. it's draining your strength like a parasite.

how do you know if it will live? how do you know if you will live?

You remember how women used to die before modern medicine. You think you might start to bleed from the inside. You don't know if you can hold on, or if you need to pull the trigger.

will your child forgive you for giving up on them? will they understand? How many tests, how much monitoring, how many nights alone as your fears run rampant will you need, before you can finally know for sure?

and when you make that decision, as the doctors pull from you the clump of broken flesh and sever the umbilical chord, as the half-formed human being finally ceases to be, what does that make you?

a murderer? no.

there's a word we have for this, for when we hold the life of another in our hands, like Atropa holds the thread, for when it suffers, sick and in pain, for when its days are numbered, for when we grant it a final mercy, for when we pull the scissor blades closed.

it's not murder, but euthanasia.

but you don't like that word, you refuse to use it. because 'murder' is such a clean word, isn't it? there is a villain, there is a victim. it's a word to rally behind. a word to inspire, rage, valor, and action.

Euthanasia makes us uncomfortable. no one wants to cut the thread, but no one wants to watch a loved one suffer a slow death.

the problem with euthanasia is that so often we truly can't ever know. could that old dog have lived? hobbled along for a few more happy days? could your father recover, stand to go on a decade more? it's not fair, is it? it's not fair that mortal men have to make these choices.

but we have to. every doctor that is trained to save lives, is also trained to end them. each one holds a poisoned pill, just in case nothing more can be done.

every time a patient is terminal, they have to ask, when? how long should I wait before I give up on them? when exactly, should I cut their thread?

this decision is no less difficult for the very old, or the very young.

oh, but these lives don't feel. that should make it so much easier, there is no suffering you're saving them from, just the impatience of the mother.

It would be so easy then, because there's only one decision, to leave the decision to god. Wash your hands of responsibility. ... oh if only humans hatched from eggs.

but we don't. that failing life is tied to another. you cannot back away, and now you have double the uncertainty, will the dying fetus kill its own mother? how can you know? how can you truly know? if you sever its tie to the mother, if you sever its thread of life, can you prove this was your only choice?

because if you don't, as the courts have decreed, your thread will be the next one severed.

you murderer.

… except I lied. the court doesn't care to rule on matters of euthanasia. not right now. not for a fetus. they don't care if it will live, they care if it's alive now.

is its heart beating? has it developed a brain? is it a human or a clump of cells? is it a child or a corpse? does the body belong to itself, or to the mother? do human beings have souls, and when exactly do we gain one?

these are not the questions you ask when you send the family dog to a final, peaceful sleep. these are not the questions you ask at the deathbed of a loved one. but they are the questions you ask at an abortion clinic. they're the questions you ask when deciding to ban abortion clinics,

for some reason.

Picture this:

you hold the life of a half-made human in your hands, as it is intertwined with that of another.

the threads are withering. the bodies are strangling each other to an early end with the fleshy chord that unites them,

you cut the chord. one thread is severed. the other may have been saved. maybe. you'll never know for sure.

the protestors standing outside your doors are shouting 'murderer', but you have ended so many lives before, the lives of the sick, the old, the dying, you've killed them because they asked for it, because their families could not support them, because they were in pain and begged for mercy, because a fast death is better than a slow one. but this one matters more, this life, so fragile, so weak, never awake to experience anything, doomed before it could ever truly live, this clump of cells that we can't even agree on the humanity of, this is what paints your hands red…. … because we can't agree?

how backwards is this reasoning? what madness has befallen us as a people, what did we think was the role of a doctor,

if not to do exactly this?

[johnnyrobish]

Texas Atty. Gen Paxton Threatens Hospitals, Doctors, and Woman With Pregnancy Complications

Not long after Texas Judge Maya Guerra Gamble issued a temporary restraining order (TRO) barring the state of Texas from preventing a woman who has severe pregnancy complications from having an abortion, Texas Attorney General Ken Paxton sent out threatening letters to Texas hospitals informing them that the TRO is temporary and that Texas will go after any hospital or doctor that provides pregnant Katie Cox with the necessary abortion. He then petitioned the conservative Texas Supreme Court, who then (as expected) overruled the lower court’s decision, thereby placing the woman’s abortion status in limbo.  The fetus Katie Cox is carrying suffers from Edwards Syndrome, a fetal anomaly that, 50% of the time, results in the fetus dying before or during birth, with 95 percent of those surviving past that dying painful deaths within the next two weeks.  Doctors have advised Cox the pregnancy is non-viable, and proceeding with it carries significant risks to her own future health.

So, it appears both a doctor and a judge approve of her urgent need to get an abortion, but the Texas Taliban does not.  Gee, what fun it must be to live in a state governed by religious fanatics.  All I can say is - its a damn shame Time Magazine doesn’t also do a “Jerk of the Year” award.  Why Kenny Paxton would be a shoo-in.  That said, I fully understand why this whole abortion issue is so important to Republicans.  After all, if you’re a Republican, every fetus that gets aborted represents a child who will never get to own a gun.  Can’t have that.

Is it just me, or does it just seem like yesterday when MAGAs were warning everyone about the dangers of “Sharia Law?”  And yet here it is - right here in Texas - same thing - courtesy of Texas Republicans.  Christian Nationalism implementing their own special brand of “Sharia Law.”  Fact is, Republicans think the slogan, “My Body, My Choice,” should only apply to ”anti-vax" freaks, and everyone else had better just “shut the f**k up and do what we tell you.”

Now, am I the only one who thinks it rather ironic these Christofascists passed an infamous “Heartbeat Law” in Texas when not a single one of them appears to have something even close to anything resembling a human heart?  I mean, a woman’s doctor who argued her health would be at risk if she carried this fetus to fruition has been overruled by a religious zealot named Ken Paxton, who is under the mistaken impression that he is not only a lawyer, but also a doctor - and a “human being.”

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