I wish you a pleasant childfree life if you do not want children.
I wish you a pleasant parenting life if you want children.
I wish you an unfailing and safe for your health contraception if you use some.
I wish you an easy time getting pregnant if you want to be.
I wish you an competent and respectful physician if you want to sterilize yourself.
In the case of an unplanned pregnancy, i wish you supportive relationships that will support you and any decision you make.
I wish you easy access to abortion and a safe and comfortable procedure if you decide to end the pregnancy.
I wish you three healthy, painless, and enjoyable trimesters and an easy birth if you chose to keep it going.
I wish you a quick and simple administrative process if you wish to give the resulting baby up for adoption.
I wish you quick success if you have trouble conceiving.
I wish you a simple and successful adoption process if you wish to adopt.
I wish you affordable and safe medical procedures and easy administrative quests and good insurances or universal care system and a supportive and healthy environnement.
Spread the positivity. Support people and their decisions. Wish them the best. Feel the love. Share nice words and nice thoughts and congratulations and encouragements.
okay y'all i’m in a dark mood right now so you’re getting dark-ish linny headcanons/ficlet
ginny has always toed the line between brave and reckless, noble and violent. Her family has been a Gryffindor for generations and lions aren’t just kings, they’re first and foremost, killers.
She was a little girl when darkness first touched her. It came with sweet words and a gentle caress. It was easy to fall into it. She was young in a world she didn’t quite know.
(falling is easy. dragging yourself back up is the hard part.)
Ginny is a lion, though it took a diary and several almost dead people to figure that out.
(That wasn’t really her fault, was it? At least that’s what everyone tells her. What she doesn’t tell everyone is that she can still feel the rooster’s blood dripping from her fingers, still feel the almost familiar hissing in the back of her throat. She almost understands it, if she listens hard enough)
After that, she learned to bare her teeth and open her mouth in a snarl. Armor is easy enough to build, if you know how. She assembles it piece by piece, made of raised chins and witty comments. Of hexes and when that doesn’t work, fists. Of sharp eyes and an even sharper tongue. She holds her head high and refuses to apologize for who she is.
(That was the one thing she allowed herself to learn from Him. Never, ever apologize.)
Luna is all soft words and gentle caresses but not in the way Ginny learned to fear. His words had been careful whispers in Ginny’s ears, full of lies she couldn’t help but believe. Luna is nothing if not honest.
(There is a certain hostility there too; a certain reckless bravado. No one can be as sure of herself as Luna without being a little reckless. And no one can be a little reckless without being a little cruel.)
Ginny would like to say that their pieces slotted into each other perfectly and be done with it, but the truth is that they are both a little too jagged at the edges to mold together.
(Luna refuses to try. That’s her way of surviving. She wears the names everyone calls her around her shoulders like a cloak and puts on a serene smile.)
They are both too unbendable, you don’t get to live the lives they’ve lived without learning how not to break.
Instead, they are two trees that have stood for hundreds of years, slowly, impossibly growing around each other, branches tangling around each other, trunks drawing closer together with no prompting until you forget that the two of them had been a seperate entity in the first place.
Their embraces are stiff but they melt into each other like they were meant to be there.
Luna is the one who teaches Ginny the darker kinds of curses when the war came to Hogwarts. She had never been the type to shy of any kind of knowledge.
The thing that surprised them both was that Ginny actually let her.
Trust is a fragile thing, especially for someone who’s already been betrayed. But Ginny trusts Luna. Or at least trusts her enough to believe that she’s not being used.
They are not soft, and do not mistake them for such. They are two girls who fought in a war. Who had been fighting wars long, long before Death Eaters first broke through Hogwarts.
I think the reason I hate 99.9% of fandom characterizations of the DA2 crew is because they get reduced to tropes. Hawke becomes the Class Clown and Fenris is the Grump and it’s tiresome and overdone. Why people wanna take fully-developed characters and reduce them to one-dimension is beyond me.
As much as I love that game I tend to avoid anything to do with it.
I don’t shipp Mikael and Even in a romantic way. I like them in a friendly way. I think that their friendship was important for both of them and they still care about each other. We have for example when Mutasim was about to tell everyone who was Even and Mikael said it was not important, protecting him. And well, we have Even asking how are the boys doing, because he miss the squad, and when they hang together.
I WANT TO WRITE BUT I CANNOT I’D DO ANY HEADCANONS REALLY BUT I CANNOT DO A PLOT I’M JUST LIKE I DON’T KNOW WHAT WORDS TO USE OR WHAT TO DO AM I REALLY SO AWFUL AT WRITING WHY AM I SO SHITTY BLOG UHHHH
(this tl;dr could alternately be titled “OR: aha! so THAT’S why shitty is being such a lil fuckin’ shit!” but nobody likes titles as long as the essay soooooooooo THERE WE ARE.)
anywho! before i get started: this essay is not disavowing that shitty’s lil outburst in the after kegster wasn’t fucking awful for all of its various and sundry sociopolitical implications. it is, however, very interested in understanding why shits is acting the way he is right now and what that particular outburst says about his present at harvard. for those of you who might want a short abstract of sorts before we go to the “read after the cut,” it is this: shitty knight is suffering from the fall out of some mild imposter syndrome and major separation anxiety, and that mean he’s lashing out at his support system in the most uncute way possible.