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nothing irritates me as much as anti choicers calling pregnancy an inconvenience like.. no. my shoes coming untied is an inconvenience. forgetting my wallet is an inconvenience. having to go through 9 months of pregnancy, morning sickness, pain, child birth and the cost of all that (not to mention the mental toll it would take on me) is quite a bit more than an “inconvenience”

Look. The product of my own pregnancy is playing in the next room and is a blessing to my life every day, despite the mountain of difficulties in being a parent. I waited eagerly for my pregnancy and was overjoyed when it happened, luckily without much difficulty or waiting. My pregnancy was probably one of the easier ones–I worked full-time, carried heavy weights when needed, wrote my thesis long into the night, and gave birth to a healthy baby a month after getting my degree.

But even so anyone who would call my pregnancy, or anyone’s, an “inconvenience” deserves to have the shit kicked out of them. Even the easiest, happiest pregnancy is a life-changing experience with serious consequences. Even while joyously anticipating my baby’s arrival I was overcome at the thought of the changes a baby would create in my life, all the uncertainties and everything that could go wrong. I can’t even imagine what it’s like for pregnancies that are more difficult than mine, that cause health problems, where the fetus might have problems, or that are unwanted for any reason.

Maybe some consider their own pregnancy no more than an inconvenience, and bully for them. But you never get to define what someone else’s experience means to them, especially something as major as having a baby. Anyone who downplays the seriousness of pregnancy and childbirth automatically proves themselves someone not worth listening to on the subject, and a shitty human being besides.

this is really old but BABU BATH TIME

Ron: Look. I think we need to have a serious conversation, mate.

Harry: Er..about what?

Ron: I think it’s time you finally deal with this thing that’s been going on for years now.

Harry, bewildered: What are you even talking about?

Ron: I see the looks, the longing. I see you study that map as if it’ll magically summon the object of your desire. I see your nightly wanderings with that map. I see you at meals, trying to act casual as if you don’t want to just disappear everyone but you and him. Really, mate, it’s so obvious it hurts.

Harry: *speechless*

Ron: Hermione and I don’t care what you do or who you do it with so long as it makes for happy. Voldy is dead, the war is done, you deserve to be happy.

Harry: Th-thank you, Ron, really, I appreciate you saying that. But it…it doesn’t matter what I might be feeling, he’d never have me. Not with, well, with everything.

Ron: You’ll never really know until you actually talk to him about it. And, well…I might have already smuggled him in here. You two really need to talk. Come find me later. Or tomorrow, y'know, whatever.*gets up hastily and leaves, red-faced and trying to hide his grin*

Draco, drops the loaned invisibility cloak and steps forward: He’s right, you know, as much as I hate to admit that a Weasley could ever be right. It always astounds me just how thick you can be, Potter.

Harry: Dra- Malfoy! You- I-

Draco: Draco, is it? Already thinking of me by my first name are you? Touching. So tell me, what exactly are these feelings you “might be” having? And what was that about having you? I’d like to explore that in depth.

*a slow smirk spreads across his face as Harry’s grows a brighter crimson*

She [Daisy Ridley] talks about working with the late Carrie Fisher—“I’d never met anyone openly bipolar before, who discussed loving glitter because of her LSD days”—and she tilts her head back to stem the tears as she speaks.

It was Fisher who warned her that it was hard to date once you became a Star Wars star, “because you don’t want to give people the ability to say ‘I had sex with Princess Leia.’”

Daisy Ridley on Star Wars, Superfans, and Her Lightsaber Workout