Either way, you don’t really get to be upset that you weren’t invited to a march to protect women’s rights if you’re against women’s rights and support laws that literally kill women.
Go to your pro-life marches. You don’t welcome feminists there - you shouldn’t expect to be welcome in places that respect women.
^^^^^^^^
This is not a quote. It is a cartoon.
Abortion is not a woman’s ‘right’. There is no right to murder an innocent human being.
There are no laws that literally kill women.
Feminists are welcome at pro-life marches.
Pro-life marches respect all women, even the unborn ones.
1. I’m aware. The point was that your cartoon doesn’t depict reality. You shouldn’t have to make up fake arguments to fight against.
2. Abortion is literally human right. Forcing someone to remain pregnant and give birth against their will is a violation of bodily autonomy and basic human rights. It doesn’t matter if the person using another person’s body is “innocent,” nobody, born or unborn, has the right to do so.
3. 70,000 people will die this year as a result of unsafe abortion. 5 million more will suffer from serious health complications. [x] Not only does making abortion illegal kill people - it also typically increases abortion rates (and maternal mortality rates). Laws that accomplish nothing but increased unsafe abortion rates are laws that kill women!
4. Yes, feminists have the right to protest pro-“life” marches. That doesn’t mean we are welcome there. Believing pregnant people have a right to their own bodies goes directly against the status quo of being pro-“life.” (Pro-tip: you aren’t much of a feminist if you support laws that directly aim to take away rights from women and that lead to their deaths!)
5. Even unborn ones, but excluding pregnant ones that you’re literally marching to take rights away from by any means necessary and disregarding the fact that your policies kill them.
I would love to meet one pro lifers that actually respects women.
teen angus doesn’t get to have a rebellious goth/emo/punk phase because his dad is death and so is his aunty and uncle and it just looks like he’s a fan
Pastel punk? Or all bright colors, as far from death colors as he can get?
but then merle is a bright coloured prep so now he just looks like he loves his uncle
cmon we already know how he rebels he gets fuckin ripped.
angus: *drinks one protein shake* magnus: ! my son who loves me! <3 let’s go play sports
i think it was in the new TTAZZ, when the boys were talking about their first ‘WTF’ moments or like, when things started feeling ‘real’ while playing, and I remember Justin talked about how Taako was actually really upset they weren’t able to save Hurley and Sloan.
It’s funny ‘cause I do remember that! It was the arc where Taako started really feeling like his own person. He had that little mongoose tangent, somewhat played as a joke, but at the same time (due to the humor, even), it came off as extra earnest and somehow tragic. It really WAS Taako’s first ‘oh shit this guy is like, for real, this character is a person now’
And I remember when Griffin described that Hurley wasn’t going to make it, and the way Justin/Taako sounded so genuinely upset that they couldn’t help! I thought it was really interesting at the time.
So idk it’s just cool that I also noticed that as a significant moment for Taako, like it’s not just a ‘let me retroactively decide this was the moment now that everything’s over and done with’. It was a really natural growth, you can hear it in the delivery.
A traveler stops to rest in a small village at the edge of a forest. All through the night, he hears rustling outside the inn, and the sound of mysterious creatures creeping among the trees.
The next morning, he asks the innkeeper about what he heard. The other man nods sagely. “Ah yes, the wood is dark and mysterious. The village has many stories, but to find the truth, you’ll have to ask the trees themselves.”
So the curious traveler packs some bread from the inn with his belongings and starts off into the forest. The ground slopes down, down, and the underbrush thins out but the canopy gets denser. The darkness is soothing like deep water. Here, there is no rustling–just a heavy silence.
The traveler spends the first night nestled in the roots of an enormous oak tree, and when he awakes, an acorn has sprouted into a robust sapling where it fell on his coat. His second night he spends in a ring of mushrooms that weave his dreams with light and song. His third night he crawls into a hollow log that smells sweet with decay and smoky with the memory of a long-ago fire.
The forest is strange and unnatural, but it does not seem threatening. The traveler speaks to the trees every day as he walks but they do not answer. Still, he knows that they listen. His path is laden with sweet fruit and herbs, for he runs out of bread quicker than he would like.
Finally, on his fourth day of walking, the traveler comes to a stump in the center of a large clearing. The earth around the stump is obscured by layer upon layer of dry, dead leaves, and the boughs overhead form a continuous ceiling. A hatchet sits embedded in the stump. As he approaches, the traveler sees the letters of a hundred languages engraved in winding script around the handle of the hatchet.
“What is this place?” the traveler asks, half to himself.
A soft voice emanates from the hatchet. “You seek the secrets of the wood, and here they lie. Ask what you will.”
So the traveler asks his questions. The hatchet weaves a story of enchantment and legacy, of the people who once lived among the trees and the people who now live alongside them, of the slow, even breathing of the forest and everything within it.
At the end of the hatchet’s tale, the traveler speaks up once more. “I was told that the trees themselves would tell me their story. Who are you, and why are you the one who holds these secrets?”
The hatchet chirps a little laugh. “As for why, that is too long a story for even me to tell. But who am I? I am the lore axe, and I speak for the trees.”
I am Silver Tongue, I am an artist. I have many characters and you can check out my art in the art tag. I occasionally practice witchcraft though I don't do anything too complicated. I am girl 2 and don't know what else to put here.
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