The right to life

If you ever feel like you’ve lost meaning in your life, just remember there’s a guy posting SpongeBob forced-birther memes on tumblr.

You say in your tags you can easily debunk this. Go on. Debunk it, then.

You don’t have a right to life in the US. Never have, unlikely you ever will.

If food and housing cost money, you have no right to life. If lifesaving medicine costs enough that you have the threat of bankruptcy from one accident or illness, you have no right to life. If people are able to purchase assault rifles and other military weaponry without any real regulation, you do not have a right to life.

And you know, if you’re forced to carry a pregnancy to term even if it’s likely to kill you and/or the fetus, you don’t actually have a right to life.

Here, play a game with me:

That’s right, it’s another exciting game of PARASITE or HUMAN BABY!!

Since you believe conception is what marks the formation of a human baby, I’m sure this will be easy for you, after all a human baby looks a lot different than a parasitic worm.

For extra credit, which of these embryos is human!:

Any of them? All of them? Can you tell human baby from a dolphin?

Point being, it’s disingenuous to treat a fetus the same as a baby, they aren’t the same thing, one turns into the other sure, but if you aren’t sobbing every time someone ejaculates into the toilet or gets a period because half a baby just died, you really shouldn’t feign tears over an abortion.

That’s all irrelevant though because the core issue is that if the government can deny you a procedure that can save or benefit your life in any way, there is no precedent to stop them from doing that about anything else. Got a heart condition? Cancer? Well, the government can just say you legally cannot get that surgery to give you a much higher chance of survival. Out of our hands, if you get raped at the ripe old age of 10 and taking that pregnancy to term will likely kill you or at best case horrifically disfigure your body forever, force you out of school, and cause you excruciating pain, that’s all too bad because some sperm bumped into an egg and that now has more rights than you do.

You don’t get to say “yeah if someone breaks into your home you should shoot them” and in the same breath say “if something invades your body and starts growing inside of it, you have to let it, tapeworm rights!” Because that’s insane.

At the end of the day though, the forced birther movement only exists as a way to control women's bodies and treats pregnancy as a “punishment” for lascivious activities. Oh, you don’t want to have a baby? But you had sex? Well that will teach you not to do things I don’t like, person whose condom broke and birth control pill failed!

None of you actually care about children because if you did you would be lobbying towards more socialized accommodation for childcare, including government issued stipends for people on maternal AND paternal leave so they can spend time with their newborn and raise their child together. Contraception options to be both free and readily available to everyone. Detailed sex education made available and mandatory curriculum for every student by the age of 12. Free baby formula and diapers. And so on.

You know, instead of screeching that people reach for the clothes hanger since they can’t afford to feed a child. “Oh but adoption!” the foster care system in the USA is one of the most overpopulated systems in the country, and it’s rife with abuse and children being underdeveloped because they didn’t have enough meaningful connections with caretakers in their formative years.

Putting a child up for adoption also doesn’t change the high risk of death for the person being forced to carry that pregnancy to term. This country has a noticeably higher maternal mortality rate from childbirth than other developed countries, and many can’t afford to even give birth in a hospital to begin with.

The easiest way to limit abortions is to increase sex education and expand access to products which limit the chances of pregnancy, as well as expanding the access of financial aide for parents.

Banning abortion does not decrease the number of abortions it decreases the number of safe abortions and you can’t call yourself pro-life if you don’t care about teens accidentally or purposefully killing themselves trying to induce abortion.

Also, half of all pregnancies end in a natural miscarriage, often before the parent knows that they're pregnant. If there was actually a belief that life begins at conception, then preventing such a horrible death rate would be the first focus of pro-birthers. But it isn't. Furthermore, where's the support for post-birth life? The childcare, the education, the ability to go to the mall without rolling the dice that today will be another day without a white supremacist with a gun showing up?

I had 12 miscarriages and 1 live birth. My multiple D&Cs during miscarriages meant I'm still alive. Women in forced-birth states have died, have had to travel hundreds of miles for essential emergency care...

I wanted to be pregnant. Most of those were genuine attempts. They could have killed me.

There is so much more I could say about this, but there is not enough room. Remember to check with reality rather than believing conspiracy theories promoted, supported, and funded by white nationalist hate groups.

Missouri is proposing 20% of the nation’s anti-trans legislation this session. Gender-affirming care for young folks is on the edge of being criminalized (so much love to trans friends in states where that has already happened).

Please keep up with the anti-trans legislation in your state and combat it. There are lives at stake.

Transphobes do not touch this post.

Image ID: a 10-image cartoon comic featuring Joey, a boy with short hair.

Image 1: Joey, upset, gesticulates towards an open laptop. Text reads: The reality of St. Louis trans kids. Last week, a former (non-medical) employee of Washington University’s Pediatric Transgender Center was featured in a viral article about how the clinic was “rushing” kids into medical care and “mutilating” us. Every single thing she said was a lie, but the media loves it. Footnote reads: I wouldn’t give any more attention to this, but it is immediately endangering the lives of trans people. Missouri has launched a state investigation and is actively attempting to criminalize gender-affirming care based on conspiracy theories.

Image 2: Joey points to a map of the United States where Missouri is singled out, and a map of Missouri where St. Louis is indicated with a star. The text reads: The Transgender Center, located in St. Louis, Missouri, has been the target of hateful attacks from the far-right state legislature for years. It is part of Washington University Hospital, a branch of a prestigious private university.

Image 3: A younger Joey injects his T shot in his leg while someone takes a photo. Text reads: I can tell you that everything in the article is false because I received care at the Transgender Center beginning at 16 years old. My medical transition has brought me nothing but joy. What a gift it is to be trans!

Image 4: A younger Joey sits on a couch and stims with a tangle fidget toy. Text reads: No one is “rushed”. I sat on many waitlists, had to have 6 months of specialized gender therapy and a diagnosis of gender dysphoria before even being referred to the Center, and I was denied as “not ready enough” by an endocrinologist the first time I finally got an appointment. Footnote reads: If you’re curious about what it looks like to be a trans kid, I did another piece on that! Check out tinyurl.com/transkidscomictumblr.

Image 5: A colorful map of the United States shows how many states have a Negative Gender Identity Policy Tally and how many states have criminalized gender affirming care. Joey holds a credit card. Text reads: St. Louis’ Pediatric Transgender Center is the only one in the region, meaning the waitlists are extremely long. Plus, no one in the only industrialized country without free healthcare is getting medical care for fun. Many American trans folks have to fundraise for our care.

Image 6: Joey, distressed, sits on a couch while talking on the phone. The person on the other end says: “That’s me!” Text reads: This former employee spoke about specific cases, and patients have been able to identify themselves. She shared our private medical info and called us horrifying.

Image 7: This is split into two panels. In the first, Joey holds up a box of condoms and a packet of birth control pills. Texts reads: She especially hated trans men such as myself, saying that trans ideology was destroying “girls”. She lamented about hormones making us “sterile”, which is a complete lie. We trans mascs have to actively prevent pregnancy. In panel two stands a doctor. Text reads: Every time I had an appointment at the Center, doctors reminded me: Remember: testosterone is not a contraceptive! Footnote reads: The wonderful Erin Reed wrote a breakdown debunking all the lies in the article. See tinyurl.com/erinreedmissouri.

Image 8: Joey, masked, sits at a circular table with his brother, an unmasked boy with fluffy short hair. Joey’s brother is showing him his phone. Text reads: Major newspapers continue to platform these complete lies because they bring in engagement and money. The Washington Post tracked down my little brother’s personal cell phone number to try to get in contact with our mom – the president of an organization supporting trans kids in Missouri. Freaky, right?

Image 9: Joey, looking disgusted, leans against a door frame while talking on a cell phone. Text reads: But no one wants to talk with me, the adult who medically transitioned at this clinic as a minor and has not “desisted” in six years. The Washington Post reporter, who didn’t know anything about trans people, talked with me for 20 minutes and used a sentence of mine in an article about “both sides of the debate”. She didn’t mention that this former employee is being legally represented by a recognized anti-LGBT hate group, nor that all of her claims are unsupported by reality or science.

Image 10: Joey looks angry and gesticulates. Beside the drawing are two photos of Joey, one of him happy in front of a trans flag, and the other of him drawing up testosterone to take his first T shot. Text reads: There is no debate. There are trans people, and there are people who want us dead. There is truth and there are conspiracy theories. Where is my viral article in a major paper?

Published Feb 16, 2023. End ID.

Heyo! This is the least amount of circulation one of these comics has gotten recently, and I’m trying to combat all of the virulently anti-trans media from almost all major publications in the US right now.

If you see this, please consider reblogging! It helps a lot!

— Paul Begala at CNN

Attn: corporate media

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"So you cleaned the bathroom right?"

"Yes I did. And before you ask I put the new towels in there too."

"Are they nice and straight? Oh and the new soap, the cranberry hand soap, is that in there?"

"Yes it's all there. And all our usual junk is in our bedroom, there's only toothbrushes and that fancy new water glass in there."

"What about all the cheese we bought this afternoon - did that go in the fridge? Oh and the salmon. Please tell me the salmon went in there!"

"Yes Kagome."

"Don't roll your eyes at me! This is a Big Thing Inuyasha! Your parents are meeting my parents, and it's the first time your Mum and Dad are staying with us! And everyone's coming here for brunch, oh my God. Why did I say this would be a good idea? I must be insane."

"Kagome, settle down. Everything will be fine. Ma and Pops love you, and your mother is practically a saint. They'd be happy if you fed them a croissant outta a paper bag."

"But I want to make a good impression! Maybe I should check my list again. Oh, the presents. Are all the presents under the tree?"

"Nope."

"No!? Which one's missing! Who did I forget?!"

"Nobody. There's just one left."

"Do I need to wrap it? Where's the sticky tape? Oh fuck, I used the last bit on Souta's present. Inu, quick, go get my jacket while I find my keys, I need to go out and buy sticky tape!"

"Kagome, stop. Just look at me baby. You don't need to do anything sweet girl, except take a deep breath and open this.

*whispers* "Open it Kagome, and tell me what you see."

"Inuyasha... oh my God Inuyasha! Yes! YES!"

"Thank fuck!"

"Did you honestly think I'd say no, you dummy!" *crying and laughing* "I love you!"

"I know, but you were so stressed about all this Christmas shit, you were stressing me out too! I love you baby. Merry Christmas Eve."

Merry Christmas to all my followers who celebrate, and Happy Holidays and end of the year shenanigans to those who don't. It's been a bit of a weird year, but doing these little bits of inukag art and dialogue only snippets has always lifted my spirits. I hope they lifted yours too.

Best wishes to you all from your friendly not so local Mama Bear.

When Kagome returns to the past, a love-starved hanyou is hoping for some words of affirmation.

Inu/Kag

Rated: T

Merry Christmas! This is my @inusecretsanta gift for reesebee570. Sorry I never found out your new name--hope this finds you! @iyfss

Stuff kids on tumblr better relearn

1. You are responsible for your own media experience. 

2. There is such a thing as a healthy level of avoidance towards topics that make you feel unwell or even (in a real-life clinical definition of the term) trigger you - but you are the one to actively take care of what you view.

3. Avoiding does not mean policing others.

4. You have no right to tell artists to censor themselves - you may criticize what others do, you may dislike it, that’s fine - but actively asking for censorship when you could easily unfollow or block a person just makes you look incompetent in your use of the internet.

5. Do not give people on tumblr or /any/ website the responsibility for your emotional well-being. Because these people do not even know you so no, you have no right to ask them to take care of you.

6. Content creators are not your parents and owe you nothing, not even a breakdown on why their content isn’t problematic. You don’t get to demand a dissertation denouncing any and everything unhealthy in a piece you don’t like. Move on.

7. Tagging is a nicety but not an obligation. You can message people, politely, and ask them to tag things, and many people will, but understand that it’s their blog and they aren’t obliged to say yes. Unfollow and block when you need to. Circling back to number 1, you are responsible for curating your own experience.

8. Don’t be a jerk. Remember at the end of the day, there are actual living, breathing people behind each screen name. Don’t say anything you wouldn’t say to someone’s face in real life. 

I cannot stress enough how important it is to remember this.

It's democracy or oligarchy.

In a democracy, people have power. In an oligarchy, people have no power.

Both parties are not the same.

Treats and Tricks, a 30s au Halloween oneshot

*I posted the first half of this to my main ages ago, but here’s the finished oneshot how I intended it from the start! And sorry, it’s still just rated T+, but here’s some bonus art to go along with the fic ;) Happy Halloween!!!

Inuyasha stumbled into the apartment on aching feet, half-hearted curses dripping from his tongue as he slammed the door on his night. He knew the brats were going to be trouble, what with the candy and cavorting and costumes; he just hadn’t realized when he’d agreed to do this how much trouble they would be. Halloween wasn’t just a special night for kids, it was a law unto itself. Caution was thrown out the window, as were basic manners and common sense, and several times that night Inuyasha had both arms full of rambunctious kids determined to cause mischief. He recalled all the scathing looks that passing parents had sent his way, as they kept firm hands on the shoulders of their own children. The bastards never had more than two or three at a time though, and a whole orphanage of over thirty runts was a lot for even a half-demon to handle. Kaede had a lot of faith in him to ask such a favor… it was a good thing the brats were mostly cute and sorta likeable.

They had pushed him to his limits though, and with an utterly exhausted sigh, Inuyasha plopped himself   onto the living room couch and threw an arm over his eyes to re-focus. He could smell Kagome’s sweet scent from the bedroom, and although he wanted nothing more than to cuddle with his oh-so-cuddly wife, he figured she’d be more amenable to it if he lost the grumbling first. It had been a long day for her too. She’d been unable to go with them like she’d originally planned – a problem came up at work, which apparently couldn’t wait until after the weekend, and the little tykes had been pretty disappointed that their other favorite person hadn’t accompanied their trick-or-treating. Inuyasha planned on guilting her about it until she promised to never leave him at their mercy for a whole night ever again… but he’d wait until after the cuddling to bring it up.

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Pink Wave in full force.

So, many of you loved the soulmate oneshot I did yesterday and I was inspired to write a second part, with Kagome’s POV. I also added them both to AO3, so be sure to check it out if you’d like to read both. 💕

Part Two

Kagome sighed in bliss as her back popped. As much as I love cooking, sitting hunched over is ruining my body. Giving the pot a stir once more, she quickly covered the water so the next batch of noodles could boil. Once everything was squared away, she leaned back on her hunches and stared out at the rising sun.

A feeling of frustration and anger washed over her causing Kagome to inhale deeply, attempting to push the offending emotion aside. I’m gonna need whoever that is, to get their emotions under control.

“Good morning dear, are they doing it again?” Her mother’s cheery voice came from behind.

“Yes, but it seems to be happening more often. I just wish I knew who this was.”

“I understand, but take a deep breath and push through it, like always.”

Nodding, Kagome did as her mother instructed and closed her eyes, inhaling once more. She saw a flash of silver, shining bright as the full moon, but it was gone before she could see who it was. The anger subsided, leaving the familiar pit of loneliness in her gut and she exhaled, opening her eyes to see her mother’s concerned face.

Giving her a smile, she glanced back at the food cooking and nodded, hoping her mother wouldn’t push it any further. The visions and emotions had begun around three weeks ago and became more frequent and intense, as if someone was calling out to her very soul. But who though? I need to know.

It wasn’t until she had sworn she heard someone laughing and almost tripped over the fire pit searching for them, that she told her mother and grandmother. Grandmother Kaede had told her stories of soulmates and how they came to be, using the soul to bring them together, but she didn’t believe that. How could I have a soulmate when I don’t even have friends or know who or what they are exactly? Besides, people already look at me strangely without ever even getting to know me, even if they enjoy my cooking.

Her mother suggested they take her ramen specialty on the road in hopes of finding whoever it was and they were now in the Wolf Clan for the time being. Wrinkling her nose, Kagome wasn’t exactly too fond of the smell of wolves, but they were nice enough to her.

A pair of twin wolf demons had been the nicest to her, telling her stories of their adventures while she and her mother set up their stall, but unfortunately, today they were at the palace celebrating their Lord’s new children. Today was the final day they were staying here, then heading south towards the ocean, hoping to make their way back home before the winter snow came.

“Kagome, is this pot ready to bring out? I think we will be fairly busy today.”

“Just a couple of more stirs and the noodles should be perfect.” She smiled, hoping to ease her mother and her own fears.

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The day started off quiet, but Kagome knew her mother had been right. With the Lord’s festival, people came flocking to the market village and particularly their stall. They had set up a routine, her mother serving the patrons and Kagome remained behind the curtain, preparing more and prepping for the next day. Every so often when someone complimented her food, her mother would call her out to come say hello and people would grow uncomfortable. She grew used to it from an early age, kids making fun of her because she had one brown eye and one blue, but it never failed to hurt when she saw the disgust on their faces.

Through it all though, she tried not to let it break her spirit. She was in her twentieth year and pretty much accepted that she was going to be alone for the rest of her life. Then, her father and brother died in a horrific fishing accident and it was just the two of them for a long time. It was then, Kagome discovered her love of cooking and created this masterpiece her mother had nicknamed ramen noodles.

The little beachside village loved it, often expecting her to make it for all of their festivals and celebrations and yet, nobody wanted to be friends with her. It grew lonely sometimes, but she was determined to make something out of herself and not become a recluse to hide away for the rest of her days. Maybe that’s why I have such a hard time believing I have a soulmate.

The sun had finally begun to set and she could hear her mother talking to a group of men on the other side, when suddenly a flash of amber filled her eyes. That’s new, it’s always been silver before. Frowning, she froze over the pot, wondering if her visions were changing. I can always think about it later. Clearing her mind, she tuned into the conversation her mother was having.

“Hello, would you like a bowl of ramen?” Her bright voice asked.

“What’s ramen?” He asked.

“Here, why don’t you try some and if you like it, you can take a bowl with you.”

Kagome smiled, happy to have more people enjoy it. If there’s anything I could leave in this world, is full bellies and a bit more happiness.

“Actually, would you mind if we took some back to our carriage? My daughter in law is carrying and I think this would be perfect for her.”

“Of course, I’ll dish some up for you and your children. How many bowls would you like?”

“I’ll pay for every pot you have!” Every pot? As much as she wanted to focus on their conversation, something was pulling at her to go outside and show her face. Quickly setting the lid back on the pot, she rose silently to her feet and paused at the edge of the curtain, her heart pounding in her chest. I need to see….

“Yes! My daughter Kagome makes this as often as possible, starting from scratch almost every week for market day. Speaking of, Kagome dear! Come out, there is another gentleman who would like to compliment your cooking.”

Smiling softly as her mother’s words washed over her, Kagome stepped out from behind the white curtain, pushing back the confusing and disappointed emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. Now is not the time for whoever you are to be sad.

Taking a deep breath, she was shocked to inhale the woodsy scent from before, but much much stronger now. Looking up, she was even more shocked to see a tall man with silver hair tied up in a high ponytail and golden eyes, though not exactly like the gold that flashed through her mind before. Swallowing the lump that dared to form in her throat, she smiled.

“Hello, Kagome. My name is Toga and this is my son, Inuyasha.”

Nodding, she turned to introduce herself to his son when she felt an overwhelming urge in her heart to be close to him. Staring straight into his amber eyes, she gaped as everything within her clicked into place. Is that? Right in front of her stood a handsome hanyou with jagged purple streaks across his cheeks, towering above her with the cutest triangles atop his head and the same awestruck expression on his face. It was then, her heart whispered the name that sealed her fate.

Inuyasha.

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been struggling with finding any inspiration this week to write, but this little soulmate one shot came to me in a dream, haha. now, i can get back to writing smut, muhahaha. enjoy lovelies!💕

“Ah, it seems Lord Kouga and his mate, Lady Ayame, have invited us to the Summer Solstice Festival this year to welcome their first litter of cubs.” Lady Izayoi hummed, flitting through the stack of letters as Prince Inuyasha rolled his eyes. Their home always stinks. Maybe I can come up with some kind of excuse to not go.

“Son, do not roll your eyes at your mother.” Lord Toga pursed his lips without ever looking up, continuing to write out responses to the never ending letters and proposals from various kingdoms. How did he..? “And you are coming, no excuses.”

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The Hanyou Of Kenchoji Shrine

Dedicated to @chit-a-to​ Thank you for always being so excited about anything I write.💕

Summary: 

“It shall live with you then, on the shrine, since you deem it so worthy.” He sneered, thrusting it into Kaede’s arms and he leapt onto his horse, pulling on the reins as the storm raged on. “Just so it stays locked away where no one can see. The Gods work in mysterious ways and may have some use for me in the future.”

Priestess Kaede nodded, huddling over the bundle and bringing the blanket around him tighter, protecting his small, downy ears.

“Oh, and Priestess, his name shall be Inuyasha.”

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