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Pope Francis x Y/N after Y/N decides to get an abortion?
The clear sky rings with the sweet, chirping liturgy of the morning birds. An idyllic morning, on the outside.
Deep inside the labyrinth of the Papal Palace, you are in the bathroom. You place it on the side of the bathroom sink with a nervous tap. You hunch over the small plastic strip, nauseous, waiting, murmuring to yourself, “C’mon… Let’s go!” One line appears. Another. “Sweet cheese!”
Sagging with dread, you slump to the side of his bed. Pope Francis, your beloved, snores loudly, one furry arm thrown over his face. Such a dramatic, twisted pose, his mouth open, fanged, drool-slicked, as if thrown agape by some rapturous ecstasy of dream…
But you have to break into that ecstasy. After he hears what you have to say, he may never feel it again.
“Francis…” you murmur. “Francis!” You shake his shoulder. “Francis, c’mon, wake up!”
“We’re off duty today…” he grumbles hazily.
“Francis, I have something important to say.”
“Just text me please.”
You fling yourself up onto the bed, grab his head, and shout, “POPE FRANCIS FROM CATHOLICISM! I am serious!”
“Okeh! Okeh!” he splutters, dizzily sitting up. “Geez, when you call me Pope Francis from Catholicism, it means I’m in great danger.”
“You bet!”
Francis stumbles out of bed, yawning, his sharp, vulpine teeth on full display. “May I take a shower and do other things before you ruin the rest of my day?”
“Yes, it’d be good, I think,” you say, folding in on yourself. You sit on on the sofa, staring down at your hands, as he sings in the shower.
He emerges, bright as the outside morning, running a towel over his furry ears. “Wow! I’m feeling much better now!” he says. “Well, what is this important thing you want me to know?”
Your heart hammers in your chest.
“Francis, I… I’m pregnant.”
For a moment, his face is rigid with abject shock.
Then he laughs. “Ha! Nice try, Y/N. You almost got me! As if it were even possib–...”
You stare up at him with your huge, unnaturally front-facing eyes, begging him with your soul to understand.
“Your… your nose’s twitching! So that means…” he gasps, kneeling and grasping your shoulders. “Carrots! Are you for sure? Is this real?”
“Yes,” you say, “it is. I just took a pregnancy test and…”
You’re cut off by the sudden squeeze of his red, furry arms. “Y/N! Oh, Y/N!” Francis cries, lifting you off the ground and nuzzling his elongated snout against you. “This is the happiest day of my life!” He presses you tighter and his fur mingles with your own. “I love you, Y/N! I love you so much! You’ve made me the happiest mammal on God’s Earth!”
“Francis!” you shout. “Please stop! Stop!”
“Oh! Sorry! I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he frets, putting you down.
“No, Francis, you didn’t. But this isn’t the problem.”
“Problem? You mean, ‘cause we’re from different species and keep the vows of chastity, you think the baby might have some problem, right?”
“That wasn’t what I meant.”
He reaches for you. “I don’t unders–...”
“Francis, please! Don’t make things worse for us!”
“Y/N, what are you talking about?”
“Francis… I…” you sniff, “... I don’t want this child!”
Darkness crashes over his face. “No! I - I can’t believe you said that!”
“Francis, hear me out.”
“Please tell me I heard wrong!” he cries, grabbing you by the shoulders with his claws. “Why, Y/N?! Why?!”
“Let me explain, Francis!”
“So explain yourself!” he says, releasing you. “Why don’t you want the Lord’s baby?”
“There’s no baby yet!” you protest, standing up straight on the couch to be at eye level with him. “I’m just in my first month of pregnancy!”
“And you decided on your own that this is gonna be the last month, ain’t you?” he persists, misusing the word “ain’t” in his distress.
“I–” you trail off, clutching at your pounding head. “Francis… let’s talk about it like adults, right? …Right?”
“Ok.” he says. “Tell your tale.”
“Well… at first I believed the Lord couldn’t get me pregnant. Yes, I do know there are some cases of virgin births, but they’re extremely rare and none of them involved a couple formed by a pred and a prey. So I foolishly believed we didn’t have to take any precautions. But… how wrong I was...”
“I still don’t understand why you -”
“Because I’m afraid!” you blurt, nose twitching.
“Afraid? Of what?”
“Well… in part, I fear our child might be… you know, some kind of freak.” In your mind, you see a dark, slathering beast, with fox claws and teeth and long, perverted rabbit ears.
“You really think so?” he gasps.
“Why not? It isn’t impossible. Moreover,” you say, clutching your abdomen, “a baby of God’s might be… a little too big for me.”
“You don’t know for sure.”
“Nobody knows and it scares me.”
“So what you’re saying is,” he says, frowning, “‘hey, Francis! Even if God can get me pregnant, I don’t want to raise any children with you.’ Did I hit the mark, Y/N?”
“Francis, I should have had this talk with you earlier, and I’m really sorry for not doing so,” you say, closing your eyes, “and you have no idea how hard it is for me to tell you these things. But I must say that there is another good reason. And it is…” Your eyes pop open. “...my career!”
“What?”
“You know I’m about to be promoted to Bishop and if I accept this risky pregnancy my career will be halted for months. Or years – or even forever in the worst case scenario – if I suffer any sequela of an ill-fated pregnancy.” You spread your hands. “It’s not only my life and my career that are in danger here, Francis. I became a symbol, an inspiration to those small mammals out there who also want to help make the Zootopia Vatican a better place to live. The more I am successful in my career, the more they get confident in their own abilities. For this cause and to make this dream come true, I did my best and sacrificed many things. And I don’t want to let those achievements slip through my fingers like sand.”
Francis turns away, showing you the side of his beautiful white cap and his long, pointed ear. “That’s it,” he says flatly, “your career. I should’ve known you were going to throw it in my face but you surprised me, Y/N. I thought I knew you but… I was wrong.”
“You don’t have the right to say that to me!” you shout. “You know who I am! You know what I am! You know what’s at stake for me since we first met!” You jab a finger in his face. “And you know full well that I did everything for my career!”
“Yes, I do know,” he growls, showing his fangs. “It seems like you could even kill our baby for your career.”
Your mouth drops open and your body goes rigid. On pure instinct, you strike him across the face, and he falls to the floor with a thud. You regret it immediately and fall to his side, already crying. “Francis! Francis! Forgive me, I lost my temper!”
He stands, leaving you kneeling there.
“Francis?” you ask, very small.
He starts packing a bag.
You tug impotently at his arm. “Francis, I beg you, please forgive me! You don’t need to do that! I didn’t mean to hurt you!” You watch as he takes a picture of his mother from its place on the dresser top beside the picture of the rabbit Virgin Mary. “Please don’t leave me this way!” you beg. “I need you! I need you now more than ever! Trust me when I say I still love you! …Francis?”
A teardrop splashes down onto his mother’s smiling face.
“Y/N…” he says, “what would’ve happened if your mother, while pregnant with you… had decided to interrupt her pregnancy?”
“Francis, it’s useless,” you sigh. “I know what you…”
“I’ll tell you what would’ve happened,” he continues. “If you hadn’t been born, Y/N, the world would have been as bleak as ever. Without your light, I’d still be the head of the Vatican, living a life that’s pretty much the same as it is now to be honest.”
“That’s not true, Francis! I’m sure you would -”
“Y/N, listen. There are people who make a difference in the world.” He still hasn’t looked at you. “And you are one of them. Even being a little bunny, you stopped an absurdly nasty conspiracy and helped change the minds and hearts of millions. To me, things like this could never have happened without you.”
“Francis…”
“For God’s sake, Y/N!” he cries, wheeling around on you. “Give this unborn child the opportunity to do the same! I beg you– please let your light continue to shine through him or her!” (In his distress, Pope Francis has forgotten to use gender neutral language.)
For a moment, your vision is filled with bright shapes, representing your hope for the future.
But you turn away. “No. As I said before it’s useless. Sorry, Francis, but I’ve made up my mind. My body, my rules.”
“I see,” he says, trembling. “Any chance you might change your mind?”
“No, Francis.”
“...Neither will I,” he says, shouldering his bag.
“Francis!” You chase him down the hall. “Please stay with me! Let’s talk more about this!” The Papal Palace is so huge and ornate, it takes you three hours to chase him to the door.
“You wanna talk? Well there’s something I’d like to know,” he says, his snout pressing against the front door. “Why didn’t you keep it a secret from me? I mean, why didn’t you just… get rid of the child without me knowing anything?”
“It…” you murmur, “it wouldn’t be the most honest thing to do.”
His ears shoot up. “What?”
“I thought you deserved to know.”
“Humph!” he scoffs. “It’d have been better for you – for us – if you had kept me in the dark about your premeditated sin.” Francis stands in the half-open door, haloed by the daylight outside. “Goodbye, Y/N.”
His keys clatter in the Vatican key bowl.
“Francis!” you call. “Where are you going?”
“Don’t worry,” he says, his face half-turned, a tear trailing down his furry cheek toward the torn claw marks from where you struck him. “I will survive.”
“Francis!” you sob. “...If you walk out that door… you don’t have to come back anymore!” He doesn’t stop. “Francis! Franciiiiis!” Tears gush down your cheeks. “Oh no! No! No!” You fall to your knees with a plop before the door.
Nothing lasts forever. Even an apparently everlasting love… that has triumphed over the odds… and many challenges… may eventually come to an… end.
Outside, Pope Francis remembers that the Papal Palace is his house, not yours. He comes back inside and bites and claws and bites and bites and bites and wrends you asunder with his horrible, sharp teeth. He eats your tender rabbit flesh like one might take the Eucharist. After he finishes, he burps loudly, and leaves nothing left of you but a sanguine stain on the palace floor.
#prolife#tradcath#anti abortion#i am the prolife generation#religious prolife#prolife quotes#tradcore#catholicism#tradwife#traditional femininity#prolife catholic
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Me, single at 27 years old, seeing other people my age get married in the Church 🇻🇦✝️:
#roman catholic#catholic#catholic feminist#prolife catholic#catholic meme#catholicism#revert catholic#catholic memes#tokyo mew mew#catholic girl#catholic women
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#catholic#catholicism#christianity#spiritual warfare#jesus christ#blessed virgin mary#our lady#exorcist#demon#pro abortion#abortion debate#abortion#anti abortion#pro choice#prolife#pro life#right to life#human life#life#baby#follow the science#pregnant#pregnancy#womb to tomb#save babies#catholic vote#roman catholic church#catholic church#church#post christian
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i do think it’s funny that when criston tells harwin he’ll ‘deal with’ aegon for bullying jace you can clearly hear him telling aegon to plant his feet next time to better take advantage of his height. terrible parenting obviously but it’s nice aegons being parented
#may or may not be working on a web weave for a relationship i said i didn’t care about. insane catholic father and his weird adoptive son#he hates unfortunately prolific trope i’m bewitched by#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#hotd#house of the dragon#criston cole#aegon ii targaryen
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Saint Gianna Beretta Molla
1922-1962
Feast Day: April 28
Patronage: mothers, physicians, preborn children
Gianna was an Italian pediatrician, wife, and mother who is best known for refusing both an abortion and a hysterectomy when she was pregnant with her fourth child, despite knowing that continuing with the pregnancy could result in her death. Gianna died a week after giving birth to her child, who was present at her mother’s canonization in 2004.
Prints, plaques & holy cards available for purchase here: (website)
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“Stojan Adasevic, a Serbian abortionist when Serbia was still a communist country, managed to kill 48,000 children in utero in his 26 years as a purveyor of death.
Sometimes up to 35 per day.
But that's all on the past, as Stojan is now one of Serbia's most important pro-life voices.
As explained in a recent interview with the Spanish daily newspaper, La Razon:
The medical textbooks of the Communist regime said abortion was simply the removal of a blob of tissue. Ultrasounds allowing the fetus to be seen did not arrive until the 1980s, but they did not change his opinion. Regardless of what he believed, or thought he believed, Stojan began to have nightmares.
In describing his conversion to La Razon, Adasevic "dreamed about a beautiful field full of children and young people who were playing and laughing, from four to 24 years of age, but who ran away from him in fear. A man dressed in a black and white habit stared at him in silence. The dream was repeated each night and he would wake up in a cold sweat.
One night Stojan asked the man in black and white in his frightening dream as to his identity.
"My name is Thomas Aquinas," he responded. Stojan, educated in communist schools that pushed atheism instead of real learning, didn't recognize the Dominican saint's name.
Stojan asked the nightly visitor, "Who are these children?"
"They are the ones you killed with your abortions," St. Thomas told him bluntly and without preamble.
Stojan awoke in shock and fear. He decided he would refuse to participate in any more abortions.
Unfortunately, that very day in which he made his decision, one of his cousins came to the hospital with his four months-pregnant girlfriend―they had hoped for an abortion. Apparently, it wasn’t her first which is not uncommon in countries of the Soviet bloc.
Stojan reluctantly agreed, but, instead of the usual Dilation and Curettage (D&C) Method in which the fetus is torn apart with the use of a hook shaped knife called a curette, he decided to chop it up and remove it as a single mass.
Horrifically and providentially, his little cousin's heart came out still beating.
It was then that Dr. Adasevic realized that he had indeed killed a human being.
Stojan immediately notified his hospital that he would no longer perform abortions.
No physician in communist Yugoslavia had ever before refused to perform an abortion. The hospital and government's reaction was swift and severe.
His salary was cut in half and his daughter was immediately fired from her job. In addition, Stojan's son wasn't allowed to matriculate into the state university.
After many years of surviving the many privations orchestrated by pro-abortion/pro-death fundamentalist atheist government, Stojan was about to buckle under the pressure and give into its demands.
Fortunately, Stojan had another dream about St. Thomas.
St. Thomas assured Stojan of his friendship and Stojan was in turn inspired.
The physician became involved in the pro-life movement in Yugoslavia. In fact, he was able to get the state-run Yugoslav television station to twice broadcast Bernard Nathanson's anti-abortion film The Silent Scream.
Since then, Stojan has told of his anti-abortion stance and his reversion to the Orthodox faith of his childhood to newspapers and television stations throughout Eastern Europe. In fact, he has a strong devotion to St. Thomas Aquinas and is rarely, if ever, without the saint's books―his constant reading material.
Stojan often reminds his listeners that in his Summa Theologiæ, St. Thomas wrote that human life begins forty days after fertilization. Perhaps, Stojan would opine, "the saint wanted to make amends for that error."
Today Stojan continues to fight for the lives and rights of the unborn.”
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Bonhoeffer, writing in Weimar Germany, talks about how one can live a comfortable, secular, Bourgeoisie life whilst still being respectable and 'Christian'!
Not so anymore! There is much secularism must answer for, but I will say this in its defence - it will eradicate the normal, respectable, dead Christian. "Churchianity", cultural Christianity, and nominalism are all dying rapid deaths amidst secularisms' derision, lies, mockery, and cultural persecution.
More and more these days, if someone tells you openly they are a Christian they bloody well mean it.
Praise God!
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"Fighting abortion is like fighting slavery-"
Shut up, shut up, fuck right off. My ancestors were forced to get pregnant and stay pregnant as often as possible cuz more babies = more property/money for Master. Prolifers don't actually want to save babies. They want to control women's fertility. In our modern capitalist hellscape, more babies = more cheap wage slaves. It's no coincidence that the overturn of Roe coincided with this push to have less kids or none at all among millennials and Gen Z. The capitalists saw that their labor pool was evaporating and wanted to force the production of more future workers. The sanctity of life means nothing when we let people die cuz they can't afford housing or medicine. Sanctity of life means nothing when cops can murder and get away with it. Sanctity of life is a bullshit phrase when we wage war and bomb people for money. Choke on a cock and die. I'm tired of being nice. It's my uterus and if I want it to collect cobwebs, that's my business. If I want to abort whatever parasite has taken root inside it, that's my business too.
#rant#anger#feminine rage#feminism#christian#anti capitalism#abortion#prolife#pro life#prochoice#right to life#march for life#sanctity of life#abortion abolitionists#texas#catholic#protestant#pope#baptist#slavery#black people#conservatism#conservative#gop#republican#america#united states#abortion funds#pro choice#woman
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the catholic posting tag should be used for blorbos from my religion btw. jesus is a polyamourus girlboss. me and dante are writing lore that the devs forgot. btw. not your anti abortion shit. that's so judas of you.
#ramblings#catholic posting#jesus bible#judas bible#dante#jesus x apostles#jesus x judas#< .....implied. he was an apostle.#tw prolife#tw antiabortion
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Reblog if you are a prolifer that once was prochoice 🌿
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All debates with pro-choicers are like
meme not by me, op here
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#right to life#sanctity of human life#human life#humanity#human rights#pro life#pro abortion#pro choice#prolife#sin#catholic#catholicism#christianity#spiritual warfare#jesus christ#exorcist#demon
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Justice for Indi
We can’t wish Hell on anyone, but I’m having a really fucking hard time not doing exactly that for every single fucking British medical judge.
This is at least the THIRD baby they’ve killed by refusing to allow the baby to be moved to a different hospital where they can continue life support.
The fucking ITALIAN GOVERNMENT granted her fucking CITIZENSHIP to try and convince the British to let their medical transport in the hospital. THEY were providing transport. THEY were going to pay all the costs. The British wouldn’t have had to pay a DIME. And they fucking refused and now she’s dead.
Indi Gregory, you will be missed. Rest in peace in God’s arms, where there is no suffering or cruelty. Know that you are loved deeply, and that the world has not forgotten you. Know that so many people saw your worth as a person and fought for you. And while they weren’t successful, and injustice won today, know that in the end God’s justice will right every wrong.
#indi gregory#I don’t even know how to tag this#prolife#justice for Indi#catholic#catholicism#british government#medical maltreatment
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Saint Mother Teresa of Calcutta (B)
1910-1997
Feast Day: September 5
Patronage: World Youth Day, the sick and dying, the lonely, the unborn
Born Anjezë Gonxhe Bojaxhiu, Mother Teresa left home at age 18 to join the Sisters of Loreto as a missionary. She took her solemn vows on 14 May 1937, while serving as a teacher at the Loreto convent school in Entally, eastern Calcutta. She began her missionary work with the poor in 1948, joined by a group of young women, and laid the foundations to create a new religious community helping the "poorest of the poor". At the time of her death, Mother Teresa's Missionaries of Charity had over 4,000 sisters, and an associated brotherhood of 300 members, operating 610 missions in 123 countries. Mother Teresa was the recipient of numerous honors including the 1979 Nobel Peace Prize.
Prints, plaques & holy cards available for purchase here: (website)
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In Jeremiah 1:5 God says, “Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you; before you were born, I sanctified you; and I ordained you a prophet to the nations.”
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