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Hot guy from the snk OVA who we’ve name Nickolas Colton but we call him Colton-sempai for short :P I’m firmly sticking to the headcanon that he’s best buds with Moblit
and that he LIVES shut up guys quit sending me sad headcanons ;_;
"My body, my choice" only makes sense when someone else’s life isn’t at stake.
Fun fact: If my younger sister was in a car accident and desperately needed a blood transfusion to live, and I was the only person on Earth who could donate blood to save her, and even though donating blood is a relatively easy, safe, and quick procedure no one can force me to give blood. Yes, even to save the life of a fully grown person, it would be ILLEGAL to FORCE me to donate blood if I didn’t want to.
See, we have this concept called “bodily autonomy.” It’s this….cultural notion that a person’s control over their own body is above all important and must not be infringed upon.
Like, we can’t even take LIFE SAVING organs from CORPSES unless the person whose corpse it is gave consent before their death. Even corpses get bodily autonomy.
To tell people that they MUST sacrifice their bodily autonomy for 9 months against their will in an incredibly expensive, invasive, difficult process to save what YOU view as another human life (a debatable claim in the early stages of pregnancy when the VAST majority of abortions are performed) is desperately unethical. You can’t even ask people to sacrifice bodily autonomy to give up organs they aren’t using anymore after they have died.
You’re asking people who can become pregnant to accept less bodily autonomy than we grant to dead bodies.
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But, assuming the mother wasn’t raped, the choice to HAVE a baby and risk sacrificing their “bodily autonomy” is a choice that the mother made. YOu don’t have to have sex with someone. Cases of rape aside, it isn’t ethical to say abortion is justified. The unborn baby has rights, too.
First point: Bodily autonomy can be preserved, even if another life is dependent on it. See again the example about the blood donation.
And here’s another point: When you say that “rape is the exception” you betray something FUNDAMENTALLY BROKEN about your own argument.
Because a fetus produced from sexual assault is biologically NO DIFFERENT than a fetus produced from consensual sex. No difference at all.
If one is alive, so is the other. If one is a person, so is the other. If one has a soul, then so does the other. If one is a little blessing that happened for a reason and must be protected, then so is the other.
When you say that “Rape is the exception” what you betray is this: It isn’t about a life. This isn’t about the little soul sitting inside some person’s womb, because if it was you wouldn’t care about HOW it got there, only that it is a little life that needs protecting.
When you say “rape is the exception” what you say is this: You are treating pregnancy as a punishment. You are PUNISHING people who have had CONSENSUAL SEX but don’t want to go through a pregnancy. People who DARED to have consensual sex without the goal of procreation in mind, and this is their “consequence.”
And that is gross.
PuppyCat Plush Prototype
None of you would want a PuppyCat plush with a sound chip, right?
i’m in the pencil test lab and some guys are talking about weird dreams, hearing voices before bed, etc. which reminds me of something
When I was really young, before we moved to Thousand Oaks (I was probably around 6?) I was trying to fall asleep and I started seeing…I’m not sure how to describe it? It was like a cloud of pixels or white noise or something, I think they were purple and blue in color. When I was young, I would call them molecules. If you close your eyes super hard and see stars in your eyes, it was like that, except my eyes were open and the…things were moving in a cloud. It was actually really scary, it felt like they/it was forming a claw or something and was threatening me. I was so terrified I got out of my bed and ran to my mom’s side of my parents’ bed because I could feel the…cloud thing following me, like it was about to grab around my neck and strangle me. I woke up my mom and she was very confused and I don’t remember if I slept with her or was made to go back to my bed.
A few years later after we moved, I was laying in bed looking at the ceiling. It’s a popcorn ceiling. I started seeing shapes in texture of it, and I saw a face, like, a really scary angry face and I got so unsettled I had to leave the room for awhile.
Anyways just some random stories. I’m going to go work on my final now. haha
Oh my god, let’s start a weird dream-sharing thread!
Before I start, you guys, Ariana was making these really strange groaning noises in her sleep for like ten seconds at a time the other night and it gave me an anxiety attack. I think everyone deserves to know about your Grudgey tendencies, m’lady. ;>
Okay, so! Your thing about the popcorn ceiling reminds me of an Inception-like dream I had once. So, I was dreaming something or another and it was really scary. I was sleeping at my dad’s house, which always made me feel not great because my room was the first window when you walk into the yard, so if anyone came through a window, it was gonna be mine. It used to make me really paranoid. Anyway, I was having a dream, and I open my eyes, and I just see this fucking little boy lookin’ goblin thing with fucking GREY SKIN just crouching and staring at me. I fucking screamed myself truly awake. Dream within a dream. Not fun, but at least there were not strange goblins when I actually woke up. I didn’t sleep well the rest of the night.
The other scary dream that always comes to mind happened when my dad and I were still living alone together, i.e. he hadn’t gotten remarried yet. In my dream, I went into my bathroom and then, all of a sudden, there were these explosions and men in red and blue uniforms with assault rifles running around shooting at each other. Like, a game of Halo/CoD or something in my fucking house. And I was just hiding next to the toilet until I woke up, hoping nobody would shoot me.
Okay, someone else reblog and tell us about their weird/scary dreams!
One time I dreamt that my mom and I brutally murdered someone in our garage. We bashed in his head and there were brains everywhere. And then to cover up the scent of blood and gore we smashed watermelons all over the floor?? It was really gross and visceral and disturbing.
I don’t have ultra violent dreams that often but when I do I always wake up unsettled. I’ve had nightmares about people getting hit by cars like 3 times now and the last time I woke up crying because in my dream I tried to help the guy and the last thing I remember was me at a sink washing blood off my hands and arms.
One time I had a dream I was at my kindergarten’s playground but it was more like a forest. There’s this part where the ground just sort of dips down, like a hill but more like a rounded hole or a compression. Anyway, in my dream, there was a McDonaldl’s vending machine there. You punched in the number of the item you wanted, and it’d fall down for you to get. So, I walked over to it, but one of my friends appeared and took the last cheeseburger. I got so furious that we got in a fight. I grabbed her by her upper and lower teeth and ripped her head in half. Then I woke up.
That cheeseburger was apparently really important, idk man. Idk.