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[they-are-a-prolife-autist]

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[paletimetravelphantom]

At a children's museum for a field trip today and I saw this

Teaching children that life begins in the womb, what a wonderful message and lesson

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[killed-by-choice]

Mary J. Paredez, 26 (USA 1977)

26-year-old Mary J. Paredez was an immigrant who came to America in the hopes of having a better life. She didn’t know at the time that American laws would allow the abortion that was going to cut her life short.

Mary died in California. She was told that abortion was safe because it was legal and she believed the lie. Like so many others, this killed her along with her baby.

On April 19, 1977, Mary had a legal abortion at San Jose Hospital. The abortionist tore her uterus and she bled to death less than 7 hours later.

Mary’s autopsy found 2500 cc of blood in her abdomen. She and her baby were killed on the same day by the same person. Both deaths were 100% preventable.

California Death Certificate No. 77-051142

Santa Clara County (CA) Autopsy Report No. CA77-364

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[daughterofmaryam]

I love seeing other people experiences and how these lead them to be prolife.

For me personally, one of the main reason is that i am a womb twin survivor.

I was supposed to be a triplet, but when I was 10 weeks in the womb old, my mom miscarriaged my two siblings. I discovered this only in recent years, since nobody even thought of saying this to me, but it lead to having so many explanations for why my mental health had always been not okay since I was a child.

I always experienced grief, sense of loss, loneliness, sadness and I never known why. My mom's pregnancy also wasn't easy and that had ripercussion also on my mental health as well. I am diagnosed with depression, ocd and anxiety.

So it hurts me personally to see people saying that babies are "clumps of cells" until 24 months, that they would remember absolutely nothing of being in the womb and it would never affect them because it's simply not true.

Babies are live being. And they matter.

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[popefrancisimagines]

Pope Francis x Y/N after Y/N decides to get an abortion?

The clear sky rings with the sweet, chirping liturgy of the morning birds. An idyllic morning, on the outside.

Deep inside the labyrinth of the Papal Palace, you are in the bathroom. You place it on the side of the bathroom sink with a nervous tap. You hunch over the small plastic strip, nauseous, waiting, murmuring to yourself, “C’mon… Let’s go!” One line appears. Another. “Sweet cheese!”

Sagging with dread, you slump to the side of his bed. Pope Francis, your beloved, snores loudly, one furry arm thrown over his face. Such a dramatic, twisted pose, his mouth open, fanged, drool-slicked, as if thrown agape by some rapturous ecstasy of dream…

But you have to break into that ecstasy. After he hears what you have to say, he may never feel it again.

“Francis…” you murmur. “Francis!” You shake his shoulder. “Francis, c’mon, wake up!”

“We’re off duty today…” he grumbles hazily.

“Francis, I have something important to say.”

“Just text me please.”

You fling yourself up onto the bed, grab his head, and shout, “POPE FRANCIS FROM CATHOLICISM! I am serious!”

“Okeh! Okeh!” he splutters, dizzily sitting up. “Geez, when you call me Pope Francis from Catholicism, it means I’m in great danger.” 

“You bet!”

Francis stumbles out of bed, yawning, his sharp, vulpine teeth on full display. “May I take a shower and do other things before you ruin the rest of my day?”

“Yes, it’d be good, I think,” you say, folding in on yourself. You sit on on the sofa, staring down at your hands, as he sings in the shower. 

He emerges, bright as the outside morning, running a towel over his furry ears. “Wow! I’m feeling much better now!” he says. “Well, what is this important thing you want me to know?”

Your heart hammers in your chest.

“Francis, I… I’m pregnant.”

For a moment, his face is rigid with abject shock.

Then he laughs. “Ha! Nice try, Y/N. You almost got me! As if it were even possib–...”

You stare up at him with your huge, unnaturally front-facing eyes, begging him with your soul to understand.

“Your… your nose’s twitching! So that means…” he gasps, kneeling and grasping your shoulders. “Carrots! Are you for sure? Is this real?”

“Yes,” you say, “it is. I just took a pregnancy test and…”

You’re cut off by the sudden squeeze of his red, furry arms. “Y/N! Oh, Y/N!” Francis cries, lifting you off the ground and nuzzling his elongated snout against you. “This is the happiest day of my life!” He presses you tighter and his fur mingles with your own. “I love you, Y/N! I love you so much! You’ve made me the happiest mammal on God’s Earth!”

“Francis!” you shout. “Please stop! Stop!”

“Oh! Sorry! I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he frets, putting you down.

“No, Francis, you didn’t. But this isn’t the problem.”

“Problem? You mean, ‘cause we’re from different species and keep the vows of chastity, you think the baby might have some problem, right?”

“That wasn’t what I meant.”

He reaches for you. “I don’t unders–...”

“Francis, please! Don’t make things worse for us!”

“Y/N, what are you talking about?”

“Francis… I…” you sniff, “... I don’t want this child!”

Darkness crashes over his face.  “No! I - I can’t believe you said that!”

“Francis, hear me out.”

“Please tell me I heard wrong!” he cries, grabbing you by the shoulders with his claws. “Why, Y/N?! Why?!”

“Let me explain, Francis!”

“So explain yourself!” he says, releasing you. “Why don’t you want the Lord’s baby?”

“There’s no baby yet!” you protest, standing up straight on the couch to be at eye level with him. “I’m just in my first month of pregnancy!”

“And you decided on your own that this is gonna be the last month, ain’t you?” he persists, misusing the word “ain’t” in his distress.

“I–” you trail off, clutching at your pounding head. “Francis… let’s talk about it like adults, right? …Right?”

“Ok.” he says. “Tell your tale.”

“Well… at first I believed the Lord couldn’t get me pregnant. Yes, I do know there are some cases of virgin births, but they’re extremely rare and none of them involved a couple formed by a pred and a prey. So I foolishly believed we didn’t have to take any precautions. But… how wrong I was...”

“I still don’t understand why you -”

“Because I’m afraid!” you blurt, nose twitching. 

“Afraid? Of what?”

“Well… in part, I fear our child might be… you know, some kind of freak.” In your mind, you see a dark, slathering beast, with fox claws and teeth and long, perverted rabbit ears. 

“You really think so?” he gasps.

“Why not? It isn’t impossible. Moreover,” you say, clutching your abdomen, “a baby of God’s might be… a little too big for me.”

“You don’t know for sure.”

“Nobody knows and it scares me.”

“So what you’re saying is,” he says, frowning, “‘hey, Francis! Even if God can get me pregnant, I don’t want to raise any children with you.’ Did I hit the mark, Y/N?”

“Francis, I should have had this talk with you earlier, and I’m really sorry for not doing so,” you say, closing your eyes, “and you have no idea how hard it is for me to tell you these things. But I must say that there is another good reason. And it is…” Your eyes pop open. “...my career!”

“What?”

“You know I’m about to be promoted to Bishop and if I accept this risky pregnancy my career will be halted for months. Or years – or even forever in the worst case scenario – if I suffer any sequela of an ill-fated pregnancy.” You spread your hands. “It’s not only my life and my career that are in danger here, Francis. I became a symbol, an inspiration to those small mammals out there who also want to help make the Zootopia Vatican a better place to live. The more I am successful in my career, the more they get confident in their own abilities. For this cause and to make this dream come true, I did my best and sacrificed many things. And I don’t want to let those achievements slip through my fingers like sand.”

Francis turns away, showing you the side of his beautiful white cap and his long, pointed ear. “That’s it,” he says flatly, “your career. I should’ve known you were going to throw it in my face but you surprised me, Y/N. I thought I knew you but… I was wrong.”

“You don’t have the right to say that to me!” you shout. “You know who I am! You know what I am! You know what’s at stake for me since we first met!” You jab a finger in his face. “And you know full well that I did everything for my career!”

“Yes, I do know,” he growls, showing his fangs. “It seems like you could even kill our baby for your career.”

Your mouth drops open and your body goes rigid. On pure instinct, you strike him across the face, and he falls to the floor with a thud. You regret it immediately and fall to his side, already crying. “Francis! Francis! Forgive me, I lost my temper!”

He stands, leaving you kneeling there.

“Francis?” you ask, very small.

He starts packing a bag.

You tug impotently at his arm. “Francis, I beg you, please forgive me! You don’t need to do that! I didn’t mean to hurt you!” You watch as he takes a picture of his mother from its place on the dresser top beside the picture of the rabbit Virgin Mary. “Please don’t leave me this way!” you beg. “I need you! I need you now more than ever! Trust me when I say I still love you! …Francis?”

A teardrop splashes down onto his mother’s smiling face.

“Y/N…” he says, “what would’ve happened if your mother, while pregnant with you… had decided to interrupt her pregnancy?”

“Francis, it’s useless,” you sigh. “I know what you…”

“I’ll tell you what would’ve happened,” he continues. “If you hadn’t been born, Y/N, the world would have been as bleak as ever. Without your light, I’d still be the head of the Vatican, living a life that’s pretty much the same as it is now to be honest.”

“That’s not true, Francis! I’m sure you would -”

“Y/N, listen. There are people who make a difference in the world.” He still hasn’t looked at you. “And you are one of them. Even being a little bunny, you stopped an absurdly nasty conspiracy and helped change the minds and hearts of millions. To me, things like this could never have happened without you.” 

“Francis…”

“For God’s sake, Y/N!” he cries, wheeling around on you. “Give this unborn child the opportunity to do the same! I beg you– please let your light continue to shine through him or her!” (In his distress, Pope Francis has forgotten to use gender neutral language.)

For a moment, your vision is filled with bright shapes, representing your hope for the future.

But you turn away. “No. As I said before it’s useless. Sorry, Francis, but I’ve made up my mind. My body, my rules.”

“I see,” he says, trembling. “Any chance you might change your mind?”

“No, Francis.”

“...Neither will I,” he says, shouldering his bag.

“Francis!” You chase him down the hall. “Please stay with me! Let’s talk more about this!” The Papal Palace is so huge and ornate, it takes you three hours to chase him to the door. 

“You wanna talk? Well there’s something I’d like to know,” he says, his snout pressing against the front door. “Why didn’t you keep it a secret from me? I mean, why didn’t you just… get rid of the child without me knowing anything?”

“It…” you murmur, “it wouldn’t be the most honest thing to do.”

His ears shoot up. “What?”

“I thought you deserved to know.”

“Humph!” he scoffs. “It’d have been better for you – for us – if you had kept me in the dark about your premeditated sin.” Francis stands in the half-open door, haloed by the daylight outside. “Goodbye, Y/N.”

His keys clatter in the Vatican key bowl.

“Francis!” you call. “Where are you going?”

“Don’t worry,” he says, his face half-turned, a tear trailing down his furry cheek toward the torn claw marks from where you struck him. “I will survive.”

“Francis!” you sob. “...If you walk out that door… you don’t have to come back anymore!” He doesn’t stop. “Francis! Franciiiiis!” Tears gush down your cheeks. “Oh no! No! No!” You fall to your knees with a plop before the door.

Nothing lasts forever. Even an apparently everlasting love… that has triumphed over the odds… and many challenges… may eventually come to an… end.

Outside, Pope Francis remembers that the Papal Palace is his house, not yours. He comes back inside and bites and claws and bites and bites and bites and wrends you asunder with his horrible, sharp teeth. He eats your tender rabbit flesh like one might take the Eucharist. After he finishes, he burps loudly, and leaves nothing left of you but a sanguine stain on the palace floor.

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[beginnerblueglass]

Love when tumblr’s ‘based on your likes!’ is like ‘you love abortion, right?’

#come on man #no #no I don’t #pro life #i am the prolife generation

[they-are-a-prolife-autist]

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[paletimetravelphantom]

Introducing a new prolife discord server! All pro life people are welcome and those who want to learn more about pro life are welcome as well. Everyone is treated with respect here and your concerns are listened to, so come on in and build a stronger community 💪 ❤️ ✨️

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[ironwoodatl01]

Deuteronomy 22:25 kjv

25 But if a man find a betrothed damsel in the field, and the man force her, and lie with her: then the man only that lay with her shall die.

Rape is a crime punishable by death under God's Law. Which raises issues with the pro-choice argument that rape justifies abortion.

The bible does not teach 'marry your rapist'.

Bible law is superior to modern law because rapists are to be executed, not imprisoned, fined, or caned.

Under biblical law, the rape victim isn't under threat from the rapist because the rapist would be dead. Further, in Deuteronony 22:26 it states:

26 But unto the damsel thou shalt do nothing; there is in the damsel no sin worthy of death.

Therefore, abortion would be unnecessary since the woman is protected by the biblical law.

Additionally, the abortion/rape issue is a matter of legislation. A fight on legislative drafting that would not be affected by the abortion of a child uninvolved in the process of the crime.

In fact, based on other pro-life posts on tumblr, a child may be the best evidence tying a rapist to the victim.

Ultimately, abortion as a protective measure against the rapist for the woman becomes unecessary because:

Under biblical law, the woman is guilty of no crime and the rapist is executed for his crime and:

Under modern law, abortion has nothing to do with the fight for harsher punishments against rapists.

#pro life #pro birth #anti abortion #anti pro choice #i am the prolife generation #kjv only #kjvbible #kjv #christian #christianity #king james bible #kjv bible

[xamaxenta]

It’s difficult to not feel discouraged sometimes when your partner is also an artist and happens to be faster than you in every conceivable way

This doesn’t bother me often because everyone is different and comparing production time and skill against each other or anyone is detrimental mostly and its ok to have your own workflow

but it does weigh on me vaguely sometimes sometimes that she can finish 2-3 full coloured pieces within a week and ive been painfully scratching out the same number but theyre only sketches that ill never revisit within a month

None of this actually matters in the long run, it just makes me feel bad on occasion

#like i should be doing more #im very sorry for complaining so much online #i just dont really have any other way to express myself #i know some of you have generously and kindly reached out to me to offer an ear #but my fatal flaw is i cant talk to anyone about my problems i just idk it was beaten into me that none of it matter #matters or my problems arent a big deal and i know ots healthy to think actuallt my problems are worth talking about or a big deal #but its hard to change a behaviour that was kinda literally beaten jnto you that talking about stuff likw this is a waste of time #i guess i just feel bad that i could do more and i dont because i dont want to #but i also want to if that makes any sense at all #i suppose it also doesnt help that alot of the work im doing right now i actually sorta hate like none of it is good to me personally #i want to stop being toxic towards myself #i just wanna stop hating me and who i am and what i do every step of the way #but that mean little voice inside me is like ahh. it wont shut up #I always say i need a break or more time but what am i gonna do with it #doing nothing at all isnt fulfilling #it sounds. sad like what teenager me did and i dont want to be or feel like that ever again but its fuckjng hard #this is so woe is me #im a liar bc i say the main text doesnt bother me but it bothers me alot im very envious of her speed prolificness and drive to create #and i have none like thats so unfair #this makes me sound ultra bitter god fucking damn it #i want to go to sleep and genuinely never fucking wake up again #please im done i just dont want to

[killed-by-choice]

“Molly Roe,” 21 (USA 1975)

The tragic case of a 21-year-old lupus patient (known here as Molly Roe) killed by legal abortion) was reviewed by The Massachusetts Medical Society’s Committee on Maternal Welfare. They ruled the doctor’s choice to perform an abortion to be a dangerous decision and an incorrect course of action given Molly’s condition.

First, the doctors of MMSCMW confirmed that abortion was more dangerous to Molly than the pregnancy was. The decision to abort was faulty to begin with.

Second, they disapproved of the highly risky saline abortion that had been used on Molly’s baby. Placing so much saline into the body of a woman whose renal function was already compromised was a very reckless choice.

Molly was 21 years old when she was admitted to the hospital in July of 1975. She was pregnant for the first time. It was rapidly determined that she was suffering from proteinuria, hematuria and hypertension, which led to the diagnosis of lupus nephritis.

Although some symptoms of her lupus were exacerbated by pregnancy, it would have safer for Molly to not have an abortion. Danger aside, she didn’t even want an abortion. For the first week of Molly’s hospitalization, doctors treated her lupus with less aggressive methods in an attempt not to harm her baby. Then they told Molly to undergo an abortion at 19 weeks pregnant.

The doctors at the unnamed Massachusetts hospital told Molly that the abortion was “safe and legal” and apparently claimed this would relieve Molly’s symptoms and allow them to treat the lupus more aggressively. Molly didn’t want to lose her baby, but she trusted these doctors with her life— and she and her baby paid the price for their malpractice. What she needed was healthcare, but she was pressured into abortion instead.

A saline abortion was begun by injecting a toxic concentration of saline fluid into Molly’s uterus. This was a common method of abortion at the time despite the high risk of maternal death. Since Molly’s kidneys were already struggling, having so much saline pumped into her system destroyed her last chances of survival.

Molly was killed by a dangerous abortion she never even wanted. She and her baby deserved better.

“Saline Abortion and Lupus Erythematosus,” Committee on Maternal Welfare, John F. Jewett, New England Journal of Medicine, 294:14, Apr. 1, 1976, p. 782-83

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[izzy-b-hands]

prolific is slow, so more filming and posting it is for today (tho I'm making!! slow progress!! towards enough ad revenue for a payout, and i got like 100 views across all my stuff yesterday alone! which isn't a lot for most ppl but for me it's !!!! which makes it worth it to try and keep up the tighter filming/posting schedule as best I can)

#text post #im gonna check on prolific again tonight tho bc i can do more then as well #then break from that and filming the days i work the day job (in theory at least lol tho after shift time who knows) #i know being proud of my side gig isn't probably how most ppl want me to feel abt it but. i am proud #im creating stuff using myself! and ppl like it! and it's Just Me in the content nothing else for them to claim they watch for that only #and im exploring new things and feeling more confident in my body and myself and like. dang it i wanna be proud of that #im alive and im trying and I'm working towards better overall and being better and contributing more in general #i don't feel allowed to be proud of that either bc the bar is So Low but most of last week and into this one #the brain has been full on Suicidal Ideation time nearly 24/7 even with coping skills/tools so like. fuck me i think if i wanna continue #to survive and shit maybe i do have to occasionally let myself be proud of the lowest not even over the bar things

[daughterofmaryam]

Reblog if you are a prolifer that once was prochoice 🌿

#prolife #prolife feminist #prolife catholic #i am the prolife generation