woman carrying child

one thing that bugs me on jtv? the complete lack of acknowledgement of what petra’s been through. petra is an abuse survivor. the one constant presence in her life is a mother who amongst other things has threatened her, belittled her, constantly gaslights her, all for her own selfish gains. struggles through post-partum depression. discovers she has a twin- who could have become the family petra so desperately needs who drugs her, assumes her identity and tries to screw her over. watches her husband who she really does love fall in love with another woman whilst said woman is carrying the child she wanted so much. not to mention being kidnapped, suffering a late term miscarriage and feeling inferior to jane. and like? there is barely any mention of petra’s past. the only thing they bring up are her mistakes- which yes are a lot, and yes she has done some terrible things, but geez. please let petra go to therapy!!!!! please let petra be happy!!!!!!

Imagine you live in a world where it is impossible for a woman to carry a child to full term because the babies grew rapidly.

When a woman has reached the halfway point in her pregnancy her labor must be induced and the fetus must continue to grow in another uterus. At 20 weeks a woman would actually look like she was 35 weeks pregnant and the last 5 weeks would continue in the other woman. When you turned 16 you were taken by the King’s men to become a breeder for the village, along with all the other women up to the age of 30.

You were brought into a big room divided into cubicles. You took everything in with wide eyes as guards held you from each side leading you to your own space. Each cubicle held a simple bed and blankets and pillows. You were told that you wouldn’t have to share like some girls did. You looked at everyone you passed through the aisle. Some girls you couldn’t tell were pregnant yet and some were ballooned so big they couldn’t even move. You were brought into your cubicle and the guards released you. You were stripped of your clothes and bound by your wrists to yout bed. The guards left you and you wondered how long you would have to wait.

You couldn’t see over the short walls from your position but you could hear snores coming from one side. You lifted your head and looked across the hallway. A small girl was leaning against the headrest holding a vibrator to her pussy. She had to be older than you but she looked so young. Your eyes widened as she gasped and let out small moans. Her belly was huge, it dwarfed her body. You looked away.

Just as you started to grow impatient a man came in to your room and stood at the foot of the bed. He stared at you. You knew what you had to do. You spread your legs as wide as they would go. The man smirked and stripped of his sarong. He climbed on top of you on the bed. He started sucking on your nipples. You moaned and wrapped your legs around his waist. He reached one hand down and massaged your clit. You imagined that not everytime would be this gentle and that the only reason it was, was because it was your first. His erection rubbed against your leg and you couldn’t wait any more. You begged for him to fuck you already.

He guided his dick to your entrance and slid in with one smooth motion. You gasped and bucked your hips. He fucked you hard and fast. You felt tears in the corner of your eyes. He held on to your hair with one hand and rubbed your clit with the other. You were close. His pace sped up. With a grunt he came deep in your pussy. You followed immediately after. You laid there feeling sweaty and spent. He pulled out and grabbed a firm pillow to elevate your hips. He left you alone still tied to the bed.

Hours later someone came and untied you and gave you a cotton dress to slip on. You were free to roam around and talk to some of the other women. Sexual activity was encouraged among the girls and women. The dresser next to your bed held dildos and vibrators and other toys that you used frequently.

20 weeks later your belly had grown substantially. Your boobs were heavy and you were horny all the time. The morning that you hit the 20 week mark a man came in to your room and escorted you to a separate room. In the room was a large contraption that would hold 2 bodies. You stripped of your slip and layed on a flat plank. A strap went under your belly. Your hands were tied above your head and your legs were tied across the machine in a V. A second woman was brought in to the room. Her stomach was empty but looked as if she’d recently given birth. She was attached to the other plank the same way you were. Her plank was rotated so that your legs scissored together. Both of your pussies were pressed firmly against one another.

A guard came over and stuck a needle in your arm. You wondered what it would do until you felt the first contraction. You groaned. You could feel the baby shifting inside of you. Your entrance stretched quickly and the baby moved down. The other girl’s legs tensed against you. You were both nervous but you were also extremely turned on. You groaned loudly as the baby started to crown. You tried your hardest to push but nothing happened. One of the guards came over and strapped a vibrator to your hips so that it stayed against your clit. You gasped and writhed but you couldn’t go anywhere. The baby started moving faster. With one big push the head popped out of your opening and pushed against the other girl. She let out a long scream. You could feel the baby wiggling, trying to enter her. In another shift of your hips the baby’s head slipped in to her. She let out a groan and you sighed.

The movement stopped for a while and all you felt were the vibrations against your clit. You gasped and tried writhing but there was nowhere to go. With a shout you came and the baby moved down suddenly, the shoulders widened your opening and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You pushed as hard as you can. Your entire body ached with tension. A guard came over and started pressing on the top of your belly, apparently not satisfied with how slow the process was. You stop to take in a long deep breath and with one hard push the baby is completely out of you. The girl screamed as the baby worked its way into her womb.

Another guard cut the umbilical cord and you let out a deep sigh. They let the both of you rest for 10 minutes. They escort the other girl back to her cubicle first, where she’ll grow the baby for 5 more weeks before it is finally born. They finally unstrap you from the plank and you feel unsteady as they guide you onto your feet. You think you’re going back to your room to sleep but they lead you down the hallway to a room similar to the last.

They open the door and there is the same contraption. A heavily pregnant woman is already strapped to one half of it. You eye her warily. They push you into the room and strap you into position. You heart starts racing as you realize that she’ll be birthing her baby into you. Before your bodies get positioned together one of the guards whispers in your ear, “Good luck, she’s having twins.”

(A/N You can call me A.B.B. in case anyone wants more of my writing. I hope you enjoyed this one)

vanessa-found-a-boy  asked:

13. “I lost our baby.” With Sonny? Currently in the hospital and I need feels and feel like this fits

Oh I’m sorry sweety! Hope you’re okay! Hope this helps. Warning: mentions of infant death and gun violence. I cried writing this one too. 

“Alright I’ll see you guys Monday!” You closed up the bakery a half hour early. You had a 4D sonogram appointment today and you were supposed to find out the gender today. You and Sonny originally wanted to wait but changed your mind.

You got off the elevator at the precinct and started walking in his direction. 

“There she is. The love of my life. The cream in my cannoli. The woman who is carrying my child. Mrs. Y/N Carisi.” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in for a kiss and then nuzzled his nose against yours. You giggled and pulled back.

“I could get used to that greeting. You’re in a good mood.”

“Well of course I am. We get to see our sweet boy today.”

“What if it’s a girl?”

“It’s a boy. Did you forget? I am the baby whisperer.”

You laughed at him and leaned back against his desk. “So did you catch the guy? The one they’ve been looking for all week?”

“We did. Matter of fact they’re bringing him out right now. Do me a favor doll, and stand behind me.”

“Oh Sonny, how many times do I have to tell you? You can’t always–”

Before you could finish the sentence, the perp spoke up. “Hey that your wife?”

“Keep your mouth shut.”

“Keep my mouth shut? What are ya gonna do? Add on another life sentence?”

“Get him out of here.” The two officers escorting him out each grabbed an arm and started to drag him out. Before anyone could register what was happening, he tore away from the officers and wrestled a gun away from them. He was heading straight for you. Sonny shoved you out of the way just as the perp fired. He got off one shot before Rollins emptied her clip and took him out.

“Nice, shot Rollins.”

“Sonny..” He turned and saw you on the floor. Blood starring to come from between your legs. “Sonny I..”

“Somebody call a bus.” He went down and scooped you up, carrying you down to the ambulance.

“Sonny, I’m sorry! I should’ve listened to you. It was stupid. You shoved me out of the way and I was fine. But then I went to go run towards Liv’s office like you told me and I tripped and landed on my stomach. This is my fault. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Shhh everything is going to be fine.” He grabbed your hand and held it tight. “You and our boy are going to be fine. You hear me doll? You’re gonna be fi–” Just then you went limp and your heart rate spiked. One of the paramedics started looking and they found the other source of blood. The bullet had hit your thigh, just shy of your pelvis.

“Come on doll, stay with me. Stay with me.”

They unloaded you at the hospital and took you in for surgery. “How far along is your wife sir?”

“She’s uh.. she’s 29 weeks. We were supposed to get the 4D sonogram today.”

Alright we’re going to go in and try and keep her and the baby alive. But she’s lost a lot of blood. The paramedics also said she landed on her stomach. But we’re going to do everything in our power.”

“Do what you gotta do.”

The squad came in behind him. “She caught a bullet to the leg and she landed hard on her stomach.”

“I’m sure, she’s gonna be fine. Y/N’s a fighter.”

“Mr. Carisi?”

“That’s me. Is she okay? Is the baby okay?” He moved forward and the rest of the squad stood.

“Your wife is fine. She’ll need some physical therapy with her leg but she’s fine. The baby.. I’m sorry sir. But with the fall and the loss of blood. We did everything we could but it was too much for him. We lost the baby.”

“But we were supposed to get the 4D sonogram today. Did you say him?”

“Yes sir. It was a boy.”

“We were supposed to get the 4D sonogram today.” His eyes moved frantically around the room.

“I am so sorry sir. Is there someone you can call?”

“We were supposed to get the 4D sonogram today.” He could feel the sting behind his eyes.

“We got him doc.” Fin, Rollins and Liv stepped forward. Fin went to put his hand on Carisi’s shoulder and he collapsed to the ground putting his face in his hands and sobbing loudly. 

He walked into your room and immediately saw the tears streaming down your face. “I.. I lost him. I lost our baby. I lost him they said. Like he was my damn keys or something.” You choked out and he went to you and crawled into the bed with you. “Isn’t that the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard?” You stared up at him. “Sonny, I’m sorry! This is all my fault. I’m so sorry.” You cried louder than you ever had into his chest and gasped for air.

“Y/N this was not your fault. This was not at all your fault. You do not get to blame yourself for this.” He held you tight, tears dripping down his face. He tried to fight them. But there was no point.

“I want to bury him. I want to bury him. I don’t want them to just throw him out. I need to.”

“I think that’s okay. We can bury him at the family plot.”

“I want to name him. I don’t want him to be known as baby doe.”

“Whatever you want Y/N. Did you have anything in mind?” He held you tight and rubbed his hand up and down your arm. “Patrick. Patrick Anthony. After your grandfather and my father.”

“I think that sounds perfect. Patrick Anthony Carisi.”

“Oh Sonny. He’s gone. Our baby is gone. I’m so sorry. We were supposed to… We were supposed to… I should have listened. I’m so sorry Sonny.” He held you and rocked you back and forth.

“It’s gonna be okay doll. It’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna be okay. We’re gonna be okay.” He said it for you and he said it for him as he held you tight and you both cried together.

How did you get back to the RUINS from here…?

… wait, I know.

She must have taken you when she left.

And decided to give you a proper burial rather than…

Hanging out in the basement forever.

Pro abortionists most often refer to their cause as the fight for “ reproductive rights. ”.  But human beings are not amoebas,  and therefore we do not reproduce as individuals . In order for any human being to reproduce  two people must reproduce ( for the most part). True reproductive rights would neccesarily be a “right” exercised by both men and women. “But”, someone will  say , “the woman carries the child, and she has the right to bodily autonomy” . This is actually a completely different argument . The reality  is, the  intention of this movement  is not to allow women  to escape contractions or any of the other physical effects of pregnancy . It is to allow her to not have children she does not wish to have. The title that was chosen was not the “bodily autonomy ” movement but the “reproductive rights” movement. The title betrays  the actual intention.  Why is this intention so important? Because the notion that conceiving children is something that “women do” (and must handle) is the most corrosive idea imaginable for the ideal of family.

His Last Vow - Christmas Scene meta: the AGRA flash drive never burned

in all honesty, i’ve always kinda disregarded the christmas scene where john forgives mary because it personally made me confused and angry as hell, it just didn’t make sense to me. for starters, john has always been the character with the “moral compass”, he knows how to handle and judge others rationally, and he’s really influenced sherlock’s take on social rights and wrongs. john is a good man with strong values that he sticks to. why would he put aside all the things AGRA has done? all the decades of assassination? all the dead and hurt? the fact that he doesn’t know the real name of the mother of his child? just push all the lies she’s told him under the rug and simply say her fabricated identity just made him “basically pissed off”? it is not compliant with johns “the woman who’s carrying my child who has lied to me since the day i met her” kind of fury we saw in the previous scene. for instance, when john found out sherlock lied to him, he went violent on him. (note: sherlock lied to protect john from moriarty and the danger of his web, not block him from the truth of his murderous identity, but john still seems to let AGRA off incredibly easy). yes, i know the christmas scene takes place a few months after the 221b scene, but it’s still one of the very few times, if not only the second time he’s spoken to her sine he found out the truth. and the only thing he does is say he’s annoyed and joke about her doing more chores as if that’s all she owes him. in my opinion, all of this seems so out of character for him.

luckily, i think i’ve got an explanation for this. because i’ve been rewatching hlv obsessively and reading loads of meta, i noticed some things worth our attention. 

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“I work at the UNHCR, but I have a quite junior position. I have a desk job where I reach out to job candidates and try to get them to consider UNHCR. But whenever there’s an emergency, anyone who has a useful skill is sent to the field. This is my first emergency mission. My father is Iranian so I speak a little bit of Farsi. I didn’t realize how useful that could be. Yesterday I was helping an Afghan woman carry her child across the Serbian border, and I was explaining to her what she could expect when we arrived. She was so comforted by the little information I could offer. I’ve seen so many faces light up just because they heard “Welcome To Croatia” in their mother tongue. I’m thankful for my desk job, but this is why I joined the UNHCR.” (Tovarnik, Croatia)

Modern Au where Eren and Levi decided to have babies by asking a woman to carry their child for them, since they’re males (I dunno the technicalities, sorry) It turns out they’re twins

Eren and Levi collapsed on the bed, thoroughly exhausted with taking care of the two month old twins. Levi looked just about ready to doze off but Eren was still buzzing with energy, despite his tiredness. He pulled Levi into his arms, smiling a little as Levi burrowed his face tiredly against his neck, and it’s times like this that Eren was thankful to be able to see Levi’s softer sides.

He kissed Levi’s forehead, and Levi responded with a soft hum of content. 

“Hey, Levi.” Eren whispered, snuggling against his husband. 

“Hm?” Levi opened an eye and tilted his head to look at him curiously.

“Shall we do it once?” Eren asked, grinning stupidly. Levi frowned at him.

“Really? That’s how you’re going to seduce me now?” he demanded, flicking at Eren’s forehead. Eren directed a wide-eyed stare at Levi.

“We can’t?” he asked, pouting subconsciously in genuine disappointment.

Levi doesn’t know how Eren can still make him do things even with such shitty seduction, but he still does (to his disappointment). He tries to resist longer each time, just to have a semblance of pride but he still loses. He doesn’t know why people call Eren the one who is lovestruck when it’s like this at home always.


Levi holding Eren’s hand so tightly it’s painful, but Eren endures, smiling softly as Levi looked at their twins in absolute amazement when the twins turned to him so naturally, smiling happily in recognition of their mama.


Levi’s look of concentration as he patiently waited for one of the twins to take hesitant first steps away from Eren and towards him. There was a burst of accomplishment from Eren’s side as the baby stumbled towards Levi. Levi received the baby in his arms, silent and hugging him quietly and proudly.


Eren crying to Levi in frustration as one of the twins caught fever that made him cry so hard as if everything was painful, even though Eren just wanted his pain to go away. Heart breaking a little, Levi threw Eren out the room to care for the upset healthier twin, while Levi diligently made everything better throughout the night for the sick one. When morning came, Levi sank down to the bed beside Eren, hugging him from his back and whispering. “He’s okay. He’s not going anywhere.” And Eren turned to hug Levi, upset he couldn’t be strong enough to stay and care for the baby with Levi. “You’ll be there for him next time. We all have to start to become strong somewhere.” Levi mumbled, falling asleep in his husband’s arms.


Levi being a competitive parent and just looks at an overly proud pair of a man and a woman being obnoxious about their pretty babies and just smirking at them when Eren arrives with their twins, looking like they were fresh out a magazine cover with their matching wide doll-like eyes and beautiful features. Levi isn’t biased at all. His family is just too fucking pretty for big-headed people to even compare.


Eren laughing at Levi when Levi plays with the now running around twins, expending too much energy trying to carry both at ones, or run after them or swing them around…. knowing in their room when they get home, Levi would be moaning and groaning about being too old to play, complaining about muscle aches and energy depleted. But he does it again the next day.


I promise to draw this on April.