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"PREGNANT, IF I WANT, WHEN I WANT, HOW I WANT" FRANCE BECOMES FIRST COUNTRY TO EXPLICITLY ENSHRINE ABORTION RIGHTS IN CONSTITUTION The Washington Post | Published March 4, 2024 PARIS — With the endorsement of a specially convened session of lawmakers at Versailles, France on Monday became the first country in the world to explicitly enshrine abortion rights in its constitution — an effort galvanized by the rollback of protections in the United States. The amendment referring to abortion as a “guaranteed freedom” needed the approval of three-fifths of lawmakers — or 512 votes. The vote result on Monday evening was 780 in favor and 72 against. “We’re sending a message to all women: your body belongs to you and no one can decide for you,” Prime Minister Gabriel Attal told lawmakers assembled in Versailles. Thousands of Parisians gathered to watch the proceedings live on a giant television screen at Le Parvis des Droits de l’Homme — or “Human Rights Square” — in central Paris, with the Eiffel Tower looming dramatically over the scene. Before the political debate began, the television screen showed a montage of women’s rights campaigners around the world holding signs declaring, “My body is mine” and “My body, my choice.” The sound system blared Aretha Franklin’s “Respect.” Parisians driving by honked their horns. France decriminalized abortion in 1975; abortion is legal for any reason through the 14th week of pregnancy. This amendment won’t change any of that. But while other countries have inferred abortion rights protections from their constitutions, as the U.S. Supreme Court did in Roe v. Wade, France is the first to explicitly codify in its constitution that abortion rights are protected. France is not interpreting its constitution; it is changing its constitution. The outcome was “also a promise for all women who fight all over the world for the right to have autonomy over their bodies — in Argentina, in the United States, in Andorra, in Italy, in Hungary, in Poland,” said lawmaker Mathilde Panot, who had introduced the bill in the National Assembly. “This vote today tells them: your struggle is ours, this victory is yours.” People gather near the Eiffel Tower during the broadcast of the special session of Parliament, in Paris on Monday.

#so proud!#my body my choice #women rights #france

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dirtyriver · 4 months

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Betty and Veronica: Beach Party, Arsenal Comics and Games Barbie variant covers by Bill Galvan

#Comics #Betty and Veronica #Betty Cooper #Veronica Lodge #Barbie #Bill Galvan

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shop2motherland · 2 years

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cb97percent · 2 months

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Groupie · 「Chapter 1」

TRACK 1: EMBARGO ➥ Cold Deck is getting ready for their world tour, but their triumphant moment is cut short by their beloved manager.

⚠ — Crass language (see masterlist for more) || Series page here

“All rise for the million sellers!”

The three men were greeted into the company building with roaring applause like homecoming kings even though they were clad in ultra-comfortable attire. All pieces from their official merch to flex their affiliation. Sweatshirts, caps, leather bracelets with prints of a spade logo and silhouettes representing their respective stage names.

The Ace, The Jack, and The King. The makers of the horniest drug-induced love songs as of late.

Cold Deck.

“World tour, baby!!!”

When the leader of the band screamed into the marble hall, the cheers got louder like this was a premium league championship celebration, and there were hysterical hooligans present. Triumph moments like this were the only rare times he was seen launching those swoonworthy dimples, naturally galvanizing the crowd into rowdier roughhousing. Champagne bottles popping at two in the afternoon, slaps on the back, creative cussing meant to be compliments…

“Fucking step on me, King!”

“Call me on Wednesday, baby girl. I ordered new combat boots.”

And while all that was going on, their manager was fuming out of his ears by the conference room door holding a huge folder, impatiently waiting for the men of the hour.

“Buzzkill much, Min?” Changbin smugly grinned at him, “What’s up with the Morticia face?”

“Sit your asses down!”

The trio’s faces immediately fell. The last time Minho got this pissed was when Chris got busted doing lines off of a fellow festival performer’s tits in the green room. As they took their seats in the swiveling chairs, Minho dropped the folder in his hands with a loud thud and pressed his palms against the large table.

“Something you wanna say to me?”

“Like what?” Changbin spread his legs as wide as he could and leaned further into his chair.

“Oh, I don’t know. Finance sent documentation of your personal expenses on company money from the last tour so that we could budget accordingly. Maybe it has something to do with that.”

Minho’s eyes were wide open, and each of the guys knew that when he was this mad, Minho held the power to jump all three of them at once if he wanted to.

“Do you even know how much you spent?!”

“You know you’re talking to million sellers, right?” Jisung attempted a defense, “So what if we splurged a bit?”

“Splurged?” Minho erupted into a maniacal laughter, “SPLURGED?”

He slammed the folder cover open and grabbed several random bills dated six months ago, not giving a single fuck who was watching this exchange through the glass wall.

“What the fuck is this, huh? What the fuck is this shit?!” he rabidly swiveled the papers in front of his most lucrative clients’ faces, “Enough alcohol to induce acute cirrhosis for a mid-size army, escort service every goddamn night, pay-per-view porn… I’m NOT even going to count the un-fucking-billable party candies you keep popping.”

Today was supposed to be all about planning the tour stops of the upcoming Cold Deck tour, but instead, the entire band was receiving an old-school detention treatment from their manager. From the looks of it, very deservingly.

“I’m sorry, are we getting scolded for indulging in cliché tour behavior right now?” Chris finally mustered enough courage to cock a single brow, “None of this is news, Min.”

“The fucking upgrades you got are costly, asshat,” Minho’s teeth were about to crack from how hard he was clenching them, “You don’t drink cheap beer anymore, you’re downing Ciroc bottles. You’re not fucking the bunch of people forming a line outside your green rooms, you’re hiring bitches to get under you. You don’t even stream free porn like your regular Joe, you’re paying for that shit!”

“It hits different when you reenact higher quality scenes.”

“THE GIBSONS YOU SMASHED WHEN YOU WERE HIGH OUT OF YOUR ASS ALONE COST US HALF A MILLION!!!”

Shit!

The immediate silence that fell over the room was ghastly. The two men sitting on the left side of their leader could not even look at his general direction. All this time, they thought they’d got away with it because who the fuck was keeping tabs, right?

Turns out, someone did.

“You… smashed Gibsons?” Chris blinked slowly.

His voice was so petrifyingly calm that all that took over the room was sheer terror. The rapper and the vocal-slash-rhythm guitarist of the group froze in their place, terrified to utter a single word.

“We can explain.”

“Those were… limited editions,” a faint snapping sound was heard from Chris’ jaw, “What the fuck were you even THINKING?!”

“AS IF you’re the one to talk! Everyone knows you’re the one trashing the presidential suites with your fucking raves!”

Chris couldn’t even retort his manager’s very on-point calling out. Each night he almost got the entire crew evicted due to disorderly conduct would equal one of those beloved Gibsons anyway. Minho took a deep breath to calm down and finally addressed the problem at hand.

“You have an awesome decision to make here, fellas. Do you want to go on your last tour before you bankrupt us, or do you want to keep being recording artists?”

“I don’t even understand. We have fucking multiplatinum albums!” Jisung protested, all frustrated, “How can one tour expense bring us down this much?”

“I hope the fuck not you weren’t thinking your album and concert revenues were divided between the three of you only,” Minho creased his brows, incredulous of the cluelessness, “In case you didn’t notice, there’s an army of people working for you. Your technicians, your stylists, your stage coordinators, venue fees, travel and accommodation, ME!”

“Just tell us what you want us to do,” Chris interjected before Minho listed their entire staff.

“First of all, if you’re getting high, do it in an empty room. Not where your stage gear is,” Minho emphatically declared, then continued, “Second of all, remind yourselves this is a world tour, not a trip to Vegas. No one’s fucking anyone in exchange for money.”

“DUDE!”

“Go cry about it. I said what I said,” Minho shushed Changbin, “If you want to complete this arena tour like you’ve always fucking dreamed of, I’m putting you on allowance, and NO ONE spends a penny without my knowledge. Understood?”

“Not to be that person, but you of all people know how fucking stressful it is on the road,” Chris raised a valid question, “We got accustomed to a certain lifestyle and we have needs now. How do you suggest we take care of it without murdering people?”

Minho knew the answer to that question ever since he noticed what more than half of the band’s expenses were dedicated to.

“You leave that to me,” he got up to his feet and pulled his phone out of his pocket as he headed towards the door, “And start praying to every deity you know of that I can secure this deal.”

Then he took off, pressing 5 on his speed dial on his way out. Those three ringing tones felt like forever to him before the call was picked up.

“Hey beautiful, it’s me. Your favorite client,” he chirped on the phone, charms on full blast, “Listen, do you have an opening tonight? I have an offer for you.”

“Min, I love you, but my rockstar days give me war flashbacks,” you looked at the beautiful man in front of you with mild discomfort.

“Just for the duration of the tour,” he carried on with his relentless persuasion, “We’ll pay you double what you would make here during that time. If it ends up being convenient, we can even renegotiate terms for an extension.”

“You realize you’re asking me to be their permanent groupie?”

“You’ll at least know who you’ll be fucking rather than the randos here.”

Well, he did have a point. Every booking you had on your appointment schedule was a complete hit or miss. The chances of you landing a hot billionaire and a midlife crisis-having middle aged man with less-than-average looks were fifty-fifty every night.

“We got tour girls specifically working this line,” you crossed your arms over your chest, “Why me?”

“Come on, babe. You and I both know tour girls just lie there, and I need a Swiss knife.”

Swiss knife. So your prospective clients were one of those. The type that came with special instructions to keep satisfied. Into very niche shit that made them cum so hard that they saw white. It happened to be your specialty and a point of pride for you, but the question was what exactly those preferences were.

“One appointment per day,” he was looking at you with almost begging eyes, “I put it in writing so that you’re never overworked.”

“What am I supposed to do for the rest of the day then?”

“I don’t know. Shop?”

“God, you don’t know me at all, do you?” you scoffed and asked the waiter passing by to refill the drinks on the table. Right at that moment Minho extended you a piece of paper.

“What is this?”

“The offer you won’t be able to refuse,” his pretty face turned smug all of a sudden.

You quickly scanned the document. The number quoted on it was nothing but impressive, but of course you weren’t going to let him know that. If you were even going to begin to consider accepting such an offer, you needed all the leverage you could pull against him.

“Generous,” you eventually smiled, “but I’m not signing shit at the club.”

“You do know what my guys look like, right?”

“I might be the queen of the freaks, but just because they are insanely hot doesn’t mean I’m not going to negotiate,” you made a fair point, “Give me a date and time, and tell your guys to prepare client profiles for me. I want to know everything they are into.”

“You don’t slip, do you?” he broke into a satisfied smile.

“Because that’s not my first rodeo,” you raised your glass and clinked it against his, “Then I’ll quote my price.”

“Fine. Wednesday morning at 10,” Minho finally gave you what you wanted and pointed at the garments barely covering your body, “And business attire, please. Your tits are hella distracting.”

“Looking forward to it, kitty,” you got up to your feet and scratched under his chin, “Take whichever girl you want from the pole tonight. My treat.”

※ Early access content — Chapters 1-2 publicly available: Subscribers have fast pass to new chapters and exclusive bonus content, but you can read them for free later on. Become a subscriber for fast pass, or follow me on Ream to get notified when new chapters become publicly available. [See masterlist for more info]

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Skit's Mini Painting Journey Pt. 3

The Admech one.

C'mon, you all saw this one coming.

Back when I was painting my nurgles purple, I wanted to do a similar color scheme for my Admech army. I slowly moved away from it however, as I didn't quite like the way it turned out. The green and purple look took to Nurgle well, but purple Admech on desert planets didn't make a whole lot of sense. Didn't stop me from trying though, and while they certainly didn't look bad, I'm glad I didn't stick with it.

The Mars Pattern Family

This little fella may look familiar! Here was my first attempt at a more traditional mars pattern skit, and a jawa-esque one to boot! This was a kitbash of a proper galvanic rifle and backpack being added to The Makers Cult's Lil' Recruit.

I mean, Jawa admech is so amazing, but I had to have my little guy properly equipped!

Continuing the Mars linage is a technopriest and engiseer, both TMC printed minis. I love the way these two look. The face-shield on the technopriest looks amazing, and I'm incredibly proud of the reflection on it. The OSL on the hand isn't very visible in the picture, but it also looks really good.

This Thallax bot was supposed to be a Kastellan Bot for @elnubnub, however I got the two mixed up and picked the smaller one. I'm going to eventually remedy that, but he still looks good nonetheless.

This is by and large one of my best pieces in my opinion. Back when @cannibalcaprine had a bird face, this model was more applicable. Dominus Hera has so much soul and time put into her I don't know if I'll ever be able to replicate the state of mind I was in that let me get this mini to look this good. The cloth effects are fantastic, the OSL from the gun is fantastic, the molten axe is fantastic, the color choices and layout is fantastic, the cables are fantastic; I don't know who painted this mini, but it certainly wasn't me. It couldn't have been.

And the most important member of the Mars Pattern Family, the fan favorite: Goober. A kitbash gone wrong gone right. A broken mini finally becoming whole. The legend himself. What more is there to say?

Finally: The Submechanicum

Penelope, the Ocean Queen. My first model I painted for the Submechanicus. I'd love to say that this is my magnum opus, considering I made a whole video about her and everything...

However, I must rip the band aid off and say that this is the first version of Penelope...

Because what immediately followed her was this beast. This is the Krabaphron, another contender for one of my best models. This sucker was so genre defining, that it set a new standard for the rest of my Submechanicus army and would cause me to re-do my color-scheme and paint job planning going forward.

I based all of my future Submechanicus models off of it, using it as a template. The Skits and Techpriest both got the same treatment and I've got to say, I'm in love with the way it looks. I've continued using this style so far and I haven't had to make many modifications.

As such, Penelope... didn't quite fit the bill anymore. She stood out from the rest of the models.

So... after a livestream of planning and base layering...

She was finally given the paint job she deserved.

And that's just were our story begins fair traveler... With the rise of the Depth Guard, a proper protector of the Submechanicus will be needed to combat the forces of Nurgle... And coming late April, there will be such a machine surfacing, with a video to present it.

Of course, this is quite an older photo. It's far more painted than that. I've teased photos of it so far, however I'm saving the proper display of it for the video, so be on the look out if you want to see the completed product!

And that's about it! Hope you've enjoyed this little walk down memory lane and gallery of my mini painting endeavors! I'll be making a website for easier viewing once I've gone through and gotten some more professional looking pictures done. Thank you for reading and viewing!

-Jerry

#adeptus mechanicus #admech #skitarii #40k #warhammer #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #miniature painting #mini painting #skitposting #photo dump

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