there is no obligation
If you must ask.

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You’ll never hate the Percy Jackson movies like Rick Riordan hates them

Painter painting in our land pictures of only white angels
Painter painting in our time in shadows of yesterday

Painter, if you paint with love, paint me some black angels now
For all good blacks in heaven, painter show us that you care

Eartha Kitt - Angelitos Negros (1970 performance)

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everything sounds weird when you break it down into simplistic terms yes that is earth, this is how things are, shut the fuck up these posts are so tired. 

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I have countless perfect lives playing out in my head constantly. I’ve been overexposed to the numerous ways that I could be happily living. Maybe that’s why I’m sitting here on the internet instead of trying to live one of them. It’s like browsing through Neflix and seeing a hundred different things you want to watch so you just keep debating internally about it for an hour and then go to sleep. Even my analogies are about the internet. I think I need to get off for a while.






What if we were transparent? What if we could actually SEE our unborn children growing and kicking inside of the womb?

Would we meet a mother on the street and comment how beautiful her child is? Tell her how much her baby has grown since the last time we saw her?

Would mothers sitting in abortion clinic waiting rooms steal quick glances at each others babies to silently bid farewell?

Would a mother be able to bear the sight of an abortionist inserting his forceps into her womb to firmly grasp and viciously tear her child’s limbs from its tiny body?

We all know the answers to these questions.

If only we were transparent so that those who cannot see with their heart could see with their eyes.

This shit is so transparently emotionally manipulative and misleading, it’s almost laughable. 

The fetus in the picture is like at least 8 or even 9 months, an age at which no abortions are preformed because a fetus at that stage is almost always viable outside the womb. I was born at 8 months for fuck’s sake. At that stage labor would simply be induced or a c-section preformed if the pregnancy had to be ended for some reason. (No one sits around pregnant for 8 months and 3 weeks before deciding that they don’t actually want to do this, ya know. The only reason that a pregnancy would need to be cut short at that stage is if natural labor would be life threatening) 

The vast majority of abortions happen within the first 14 weeks (92% in fact!). More than 1/3 of all abortion happens in the first 6 weeks. 80% happen within the first 10 weeks. [Sources: CDC and The Guttmacher Institute

Just to be clear, THIS is what a fetus at 10 weeks looks like: 


To be clear, that fetus is the size of a kidney bean and still has webbed appendages. 


So to answer your questions: No. You would not be able to even SEE a fetus at this stage, even with bizarre and creepy transparent skin.  Internal organs, blood vessels and other inner workings would block your view of the tiny little 1 inch lump you’d be trying to view in someone elses abdomen. 

AND for all your emotional blackmail and misrepresentation of the facts, you are forgetting the primary argument in favor of protecting abortion: bodily autonomy. No creepy glass-skinned dystopia setting where people are free to peer at your internal organs whenever they want (I guess we don’t wear clothes in your weird fantasy either, yeah?) changes the fact that people have a right to bodily autonomy, even if they become pregnant. 


wait so if we were transparent we wouldn’t wear clothes? op has weird fantasies

I love that the premise of this “thought experiment” is “what if it was even easier to ignore that fetuses develop inside actual living breathing human women?”

You just might not understand it yet. But it’s cool. Family is super cool. Going home to one girl every night is super cool. Just going home and getting on the floor and playing with your child is super cool. Not wearing a red leather jacket, and just looking like a dad and shit, is like super cool. Having someone that I can call Mom again. That shit is super cool.
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