war on the unborn

A Gem in a Wolf’s Heart: Pt 1

Originally posted by stormborn

Robb Stark and Lady Stark survive the Red Wedding. Talisa/Jeyne died and Robb gets his sisters back, there is a new and better King in Kings landing. The North is independent and the Starks killed everyone that betrayed them. Now you are the gem of the North, your father a great general that promised Catelyn Stark to marry you to Robb Stark so he is to remain King in the North. 


Part Two 

(Y/N) = Your Name

(Y/L/N) = Your Last Name 

Warning: Mean Robb (>3<)

The snow falling always made your heart warm, the way the fallen snow melted against your skin made you smile. You are now of age, a lady in waiting. You are in the snow garden at Castle Elderfrost, a large gray castle with tall skinny trees and frost on all of the blue winter roses. 

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Intriguing DSP mysteries: Wadanohara and the great blue sea

Mogeko, aka Deep Sea Prisoner, has created a complex and extremely complicated universe, consisting of three games, three comics, two animations, one ice-thing and endless drawings or sketches. No wonder that in every new series we are able to find some major questions left unanswered as well as certain plot points that were not further explained. Considering the number of projects Mogeko is currently working on, it’s hard to judge if we are ever going to see continuations of all those stories, but we can always wish for them. For this reason I decided to waste some time, analyze all official series and in each of them (if I have patience) extract some most important and interesting questions, provided with my own theories and suppositions. 

Let’s start with a story containing relatively little mysteries - top 5 questions about famous Wadanohara and the great blue sea.

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anonymous asked:

Your Sansa and Ned headcanons made me tear up. Do you have any of Robb and Ned. It's another underrated relationship

This is another underrated relationship, considering Robb is the oldest son and heir. Unfortunately, we don’t see any Ned and Robb interactions, but it’s easy to see the impact Ned had on Robb.

  • Ned felt happier than he ever had before when he got the letter from Riverrun telling him he was going to be a father. He kept the letter with him, and kept reading it, keeping him sane in between all the killing, giving him something to hold on to, although Ned constantly worried what would happen to the unborn child if he lost the war. The thought of something happening to the child led Ned to fight twice as hard. He tried to imagine what the child would look like, but when he finally met Robb, he was more perfect than Ned had ever imagined. And he still has the letter of the first time he heard of Robb’s existence tucked away in his room.
  • There was an instant connection the first time Ned held Robb. He was so much more perfect than Ned thought possible. There was an instant connection there that Ned struggled to get when he held Jon. And at that moment, Ned understood why his sister was so hysterical in wanting Jon protected, almost hanging on for Ned to get there so she knew her son would be safe, because Ned knew he would do anything for the little boy in his arms. His only boy, despite the lie he has told so the whole world will think otherwise. Robb was his only son, and he felt something he had never felt before at that moment.
  • Ned felt guilty about missing Robb’s birth and missing the first few months of his life so he spent as much time as he could with Robb, trying to make amends, even though Robb would never remember. He’d show more interest in Robb during his first month at Winterfell than many high Lords show their sons before they are old enough to swing a sword. In time, he realised he spent more and more time with Robb because he enjoyed it, rather than through guilt. And because he spent so much time with him, Ned was amazed at how quickly Robb was growing.
  • Robb was a happy baby/toddler and used to smile all the time. Ned is known for not showing any emotion apart from a ‘frozen’ face, but when he was with Robb, Ned always had a smile on his face simply because Robb always put it there. It made Ned smile to see his son happy and laughing.
  • Ned always feels that Robb is a huge part of why he and Cat grew close and for that he loves his firstborn immensely. Ned often feels that if it weren’t for Robb, he and Cat wouldn’t have been able to create the wonderful family they did because it warmed Cat to see Ned so interested in being a good father to Robb. For this, Ned cherishes those early memories with Robb and when he sees Robb interacting with his younger siblings, it makes Ned smile knowing that Robb is part of the reason they exist.
  • Ned used to fret over every little bump or cough that Robb had. I can imagine him being one of those cautious first-time fathers who worry a little too much. Whenever Robb cried, Ned was worried that something was wrong with him, rather than Robb simply being hungry or something else.
  • Robb took his first steps towards Ned. Catelyn placed Robb on the floor and urged him to walk towards his father. Robb took a few steps and fell over, and as I mentioned in the point above, Ned was always worried Robb would hurt himself with every bump so Ned panicked, but before Ned could pick him up, Robb pushed himself up, and continued to walk towards Ned, eventually falling into his arms. After missing so much of Robb’s early life, seeing his first steps meant so much to Ned.
  • As Robb grew, Ned spend more time with him than the rest of the children. Not loads more time, but as his heir, Robb needed to learn how to rule, something Ned himself was never taught. Ned knew that Rickard spent more time with Brandon, not because he loved him more, but so Brandon was well prepared, and so Ned did the same with Robb, often having him sit at the high table, attend meetings, and he had a lot of one on one time with Robb, explaining how to rule and do the best for his people. Ned wanted to make Robb into a better Lord than he was, and so he felt that spending time to teach him from an early age was the best way to do that. When he was old enough, Ned would bring Robb with him to visit the Northern Lords so he could meet and know the people and castles he would one-day rule. He took him across the North, which provided him with large amounts of father-son time.
  • Robb modelled himself on Ned right from when he was a toddler. He’d follow Ned around, crave his praise, spend time watching how he did things. Robb would spend hours in the Godswood praying in the same way, training to fight in the same way, Robb would watch his parents to see how a husband treats his wife, how a father treats his children. Everything Robb did, he wanted to be like Ned. And anything Ned asked of him, Robb would do, because he always wanted to prove that he was worthy of being heir to Winterfell.
  • When Robb learns of Ned’s death, he doesn’t think of the man who left him to rule Winterfell, who trusted him to rule while he was gone, the man he wanted to be so much like, instead, he thinks of the man who would assure him there were no monsters in the cupboard despite what Theon said, who taught him how to fight, who would spend hours talking to him while they travelled across the North, who cheered Robb up when he fell and cut his leg. Robb mourns Lord Eddard and the fact that he will never seek counsel or advice from him again, but he mourns his father more, mourns the fact that he will never see Ned’s pride in him again, won’t hold Robb’s own children and won’t ever spend time riding on horses or hawking like they used to.
  • When Robb is King, he tries to do what he thinks his father would be proud of. Every decision he makes, he asks himself first, would father do this and would he be proud of me. Ned’s legacy lives in Robb until the moment Robb himself is killed.

Imagine T’Challa, overwhelmed at the sudden influx of complications and tensions that come with being a leader, visiting Bucky’s cryo tank just to vent.

Like, he’ll bounce ideas off Bucky and of course Bucky will respond all “…” bc, you know, he’s currently a Bucksicle, and T’Challa will just mutter, “No, you’re right, that would never work, but what if…” and he just finds that it’s a surprisingly good strategy for getting his personal hang-ups off his chest and out of the way, and it enables him to be a 100% better leader.

Just…Bucky keeping T’Challa company. T’Challa keeping Bucky company. T’Challa talking about his problems to the cryo tank.

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Bethyl + Terminator AU

A cyborg is sent from the future to assassinate a young woman whose unborn child will lead humanity in a war against the machines, while a soldier from that war is sent to protect her at all costs.

Part of what makes Fury Road so compelling compared to the other [Mad Max films] is the thing that’s being fought over is not Stuff, like gas and cars, but personhood. For the first half-hour, not only is Max stripped of all of his Stuff, but also of all agency, strapped to the front of a car as a blood-bank… But the real brilliance of Fury Road is the way it thematically examines its own predecessors, especially in regards to characters being motivated by Stuff. In Fury Road, the “Stuff” is people. Human objectification is a huge theme- the Wives are Joe’s property; the War Boys are Joe’s disposable war-fodder; their unborn children are Joe’s property; and Max himself, basically an organ and blood donor, is also property. So while Fury Road is awesome and fun as hell to watch, it’s also a fascinating re-examination on the themes of the previous three. Max was never an ideal, more of a fall-from-grace sort than an honest-to-God anti-hero, but the first three films are more thematically complex than idealizing Max’s either running away or ‘violence is the solution to everything’ approach to masculinity. I don’t think it’s any coincidence that Nux bears a strong narrative resemblance to  the young, brainwashed Johnny who Max killed in cold blood in the first movie. Modern Max has zero interest in vengeance or even comeuppance, just survival, and as a result we have the highest stakes ever seen in a Mad Max movie.
—  Lindsay Ellis, Mad Max Fury Road- Mini Canon
Lannister Lover Pt. 2

((Pt. 1 : http://letsasoiaftogether.tumblr.com/post/136407815265/obbiei-need-to-stop-with-my ))

((Word Count: 2,054ish))

The Dornish heat on your skin made you sigh and step away from the window. Looking around your room, you moved to once more sit down at the table where your breakfast had been placed two hours earlier.

Growing up in the Westerlands, you were far from being accustomed to the heat of the far south. You tanned and burned easily, you got light headed when in direct sun light for too long and more often than not you found yourself sleeping naked with the covers and clothes on the floor far away from your skin. Oberyn continued to assure you that you would get used to it, but the longer you were in Dorne the more and more you doubted him.

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“The Spinner’s Wife” - Digital Oil Painting

An AU where Belle is Rumple’s wife from the beginning. They live a simple life, but they love each other and are happy. On the night Rumple tells Belle he’s been drafted into the army, a beggar comes to their door, with a story in exchange for shelter, about how the Duke controls the Dark One. Rumple takes on the curse of the dagger in order to end the war and stay with his wife and his unborn child.

This is NOT a Photoshop filter, every stroke is painted by me.


Her eyes light up when she hears the wooden door to their small hut open and she turns to see her husband enter. In her happiness, she doesn’t see the worry in his expression.

“Rumple, I have news!” she says, coming to him.

“So have I,” he says, grimly. He holds up a small scroll of paper. “I’ve been conscripted into the Duke’s army. He’s sending me to the front lines.”

Her eyes widen in understanding, her face draining of color. “No…” she whispers, visions of bloodthirsty ogres flashing through her mind. “Not you, not now… I’m… We’re…” She places her hands protectively over her abdomen and this time, her husband’s eyes widen.

“You’re not–”

She nods, miserably. The news she’d been burning to tell him all day now turned to ash on her tongue. “I saw the wise woman today. She thinks I’m a few weeks along. We’re going to have a child, Rum.” Her cerulean eyes brimmed with tears. “And now… you might never get to see…” Her throat closed, preventing her from saying more.

He moves to take her into his arms, though he knows he has little comfort to offer, but a knock on the door interrupts their sad exchange. He squeezes her arm wordlessly and she nods, indicating that he should see who it was.

A stooped, hooded traveler stands shivering in the dimming light of day when Rumple answers the knock. Then he sees the small wooden bowl in his hand.

“Alms for the poor?” the man asks in a wheezing, broken voice. Not a traveler then, but a beggar.

“Of course,” Rumple says, opening the door wider. He reaches into his rough woolen trouser pocket and retrieves a few coins, which he places in the man’s bowl. “But come in and join us for the night, my friend. It is getting dark and our fire will warm you. We don’t have much food, but what we have, you are welcome to share.”

“You’re too kind. Perhaps you would allow me to repay you with a story?”

Belle looks up from tending the fire. “A story?”

“My wife loves a good story, sir,” says Rumple, leading their guest to the table.

“Then listen well,” says the old man. “For it may aid you in some way…”

NATO expansionists have won the day, but they have scheduled a series of clashes that will mean a humiliating back-down by either Russia or the United States–or war. We have committed American children yet unborn to fight Russians yet unborn over land no president has ever considered vital. This hubristic attempt to impose a U.S. protectorate over Europe will one day be challenged. That day we will awaken to find that a new generation is not willing to send its sons to fight in places they have never heard of, simply because this generation pledged they would go. NATO expansion is a rash and provocative act, unrelated to our true security interests and rooted in an ignorance of American history and traditions.
—  Patrick J. Buchanan, A Republic, Not an Empire, pp.23-24 (1999)
A normal day in the hunger games fandom...
  • Cries about Finnick being forced to kill at 14.
  • Cries about Finnick being forced into prostitution at 16.
  • Cries about Finnick having to mentor the girl he loves.
  • Cries about Finnick helping the girl he loves heal after her traumatizing experience in the arena.
  • Cries about Finnick being sent back into the arena.
  • Cries about Finnick sending one last message to Annie before he enters in the arena.
  • Cries about Finnick risking his life to save the Mockingjay.
  • Cries about Finnick losing Mags, his only mother figure.
  • Cries about Finnick being tormented with the screams of his one true love.
  • Cries about Finnick finding out that Annie was kidnapped and tortured by the Capitol.
  • Cries about Finnick slowly dissolving into insanity because he thinks Annie is being tortured to death.
  • Cries about Finnick trying to keep it together long enough to comfort his friend Katniss because she was going through the exact same thing.
  • Cries about Finnick finally being reunited with Annie.
  • Cries about Finnick and Annie finally being able to get married.
  • Cries about Finnick finally being able to be his usual dorky self around Annie.
  • Cries about Finnick never letting go of Annie’s hand.
  • Cries about Finnick going off to war without knowing that Annie is pregnant with his unborn son.
  • Cries about Finnick sacrificing himself to secure the safety of the rest of Panem.
  • Cries about Suzanne Collins cruelly adding flashes of Annie and Mags during the scene where Finnick gets his head torn off.
  • Cries about Finnick’s life.
  • Cries about Finnick’ death.
  • CRIES ABOUT FINNICK!!!!

LAWD JESUS TAKE THE FUCKING WHEEL!!!

See I haven't forgot

I haven’t forgot Cyrus’ diatribe about how he should have been president but because he was ugly and gay he would have to make due with living through Fitz and that was the real reason he rigged the election.

I haven’t forgotten Mellie standing in front of Cyrus saying she hated Fitz or wished he would die when he returned from his  trip.  I don’t forget how upset she was for Olivia leaving and breaking his heart.  I haven’t forgotten how she talked about being first lady on that plane when asked what they would get if they rigged the election.   Or how she was owed a post at the CIA for just being Fitz’s wife.  Or almost started a war using her unborn child as fodder.  Or induced labor to said unborn baby as fodder to get Fitz to stay.

So when Liv says everyone in the White House is all about Fitz and his needs I laugh.  And laugh. And laugh.

And laugh.

“Abortion, therefore, needs to come out of the closet and be claimed as a “positive social good,” Pollitt argues. “It is an essential option for women — not just ones in dramatic, terrible, body-and-soul-destroying situations, but all women — and thus benefits society as a whole.”

Pollitt says she’s aimed her argument at the “muddled middle”: those who don’t want to ban abortion outright but don’t want it widely available either; those who boggle pollsters with their deeply conflicted opinions about the circumstances under which an abortion — after enough guilt is heaped on, enough hoops jumped through — should be tolerated. The Bible, Pollitt notes, does not ban abortion, nor did the founding fathers. Indeed, until after the Civil War, most of the Roman Catholic clergy advised that the unborn were only “ensouled” (in today’s parlance, had achieved “personhood”) at quickening, and abortifacients with names like “Uterine Regulator” and “Samaritan’s Gift for Females” were widely and often legally available. It wasn’t until 1869 that the Catholic Church took the position that life begins at conception. Abortion opponents have since combined that edict with medical advances like ultrasounds and the public’s squishy belief in DNA determinism to elide the difference between a five-day-old blastocyst, an eight-week-old embryo and a five-month-old fetus.

The policy results are confounding. Between 2011 and 2013, 205 new restrictions were enacted, more than in the previous 10 years combined. Parental notification, forced sonograms, mandatory waiting periods and a dearth of clinics can all push the procedure past the first trimester — which is when most Americans support the right to an abortion, and when nearly 90 percent of them are performed. Even so, 58 percent of women who have had an abortion wish they’d had it sooner. The main impediment is not hand-wringing, but access.

If we hewed to the notion that an embryo achieves personhood when sperm meets egg, Pollitt argues, we’d have to investigate all miscarriages as potential homicides, perhaps punishable by death, as one Georgia bill proposed. And why don’t more die-hard abortion opponents fret over embryos discarded during the course of I.V.F.? The reason is that destroying an embryo in pursuit of a baby is part of a noble struggle, whereas destroying an embryo to finish high school or law school or even to put enough food on the table for other kids is considered selfish at best. (“The difference between a petri dish and a womb isn’t in the embryos,” Pollitt writes, “it’s in the woman’s perceived intention.”) Indeed, Pollitt argues that many abortion opponents are less concerned with the plight of any one embryo — and the fate of that embryo if carried to term — than they are with curtailing women’s sexual and economic freedom.”