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Iwaizumi Hajime (haikyuu)
Our strong Iwaizumi would dedicate to you the song: i'll keep you safe by sleeping at last
A gift to my moot:
The movie is playing but Hajime isn't paying attention to it. Not anymore. Not when you look so cute concentrating on what's happening on the screen, eating the popcorns he insisted on paying.
It's the first date but Hajime thinks he might be in love already. He remembers the times he would mock Oikawa for these same thoughts and now Iwaizumi wants to curse himself. This has to be karma. He doesn't mind it though. Because if karma is supposed to be as beautiful as you, he might clown Oikawa more often just so karma makes you stick around.
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My fellow aromantics: Remember that it is your god given right to be a hater on valentines day no matter what, and no matter what anyone else says about what the holiday is actually about. Free yourself. be a little hater sometimes. fuck this day and come frolick in the beautiful green, gray, black, and white fields.
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so so so so so beautiful wowee
SHDJDJS STOOOP,,, you guys are too sweet i’m blushing i’m kicking my feet n twirling my hair zjdkdj
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so one of the things that's so horrifying about birth control is that you have to, like, navigate this incredibly personal choice about your body and yet also face the epitome of misogyny. like, someone in the comments will say it wasn't that bad for me, and you'll be utterly silenced. like, everyone treats birth control like something that's super dirty. like, you have no fucking information or control over this thing because certain powerful people find it icky.
first it was the oral contraceptives. you went on those young, mostly for reasons unrelated to birth control - even your dermatologist suggested them to control your acne. the list of side effects was longer than your arm, and you just stared at it, horrified.
it made you so mentally ill, but you just heard that this was adulthood. that, yes, there are of course side effects, what did you expect. one day you looked up yasmin makes me depressed because surely this was far too intense, and you discovered that over 12,000 lawsuits had been successfully filed against the brand. it remains commonly prescribed on the open market. you switched brands a few times before oral contraceptives stopped being in any way effective. your doctor just, like, shrugged and said you could try a different brand again.
and the thing is that you're a feminist. you know from your own experience that birth control can be lifesaving, and that even when used for birth control - it is necessary healthcare. you have seen it save so many people from such bad situations, yourself included. it is critical that any person has access to birth control, and you would never suggest that we just get rid of all of it.
you were a little skeeved out by the implant (heard too many bad stories about it) and figured - okay, iud. it was some of the worst pain you've ever fucking experienced, and you did it with a small number of tylenol in your system (3), like you were getting your bikini line waxed instead of something practically sewn into your body.
and what's wild is that because sometimes it isn't a painful insertion process, it is vanishingly rare to find a doctor that will actually numb the area. while your doctor was talking to you about which brand to choose, you were thinking about the other ways you've been injured in your life. you thought about how you had a suspicious mole frozen off - something so small and easy - and how they'd numbed a huge area. you thought about when you broke your wrist and didn't actually notice, because you'd thought it was a sprain.
your understanding of pain is that how the human body responds to injury doesn't always relate to the actual pain tolerance of the person - it's more about how lucky that person is physically. maybe they broke it in a perfect way. maybe they happened to get hurt in a place without a lot of nerve endings. some people can handle a broken femur but crumble under a sore tooth. there's no true way to predict how "much" something actually hurts.
in no other situation would it be appropriate for doctors to ignore pain. just because someone can break their wrist and not feel it doesn't mean no one should receive pain meds for a broken wrist. it just means that particular person was lucky about it. it should not define treatment.
in the comments of videos about IUDs, literally thousands of people report agony. blinding, nauseating, soul-crushing agony. they say things like i had 2 kids and this was the worst thing i ever experienced or i literally have a tattoo on my ribs and it felt like a tickle. this thing almost killed me or would rather run into traffic than ever feel that again.
so it's either true that every single person who reports severe pain is exaggerating. or it's true that it's far more likely you will experience pain, rather than "just a pinch." and yet - there's nothing fucking been done about it. it kind of feels like a shrug is layered on top of everything - since technically it's elective, isn't it kind of your fault for agreeing to select it? stop being fearmongering. stop being defensive.
you fucking needed yours. you are almost weirdly protective of it. yours was so important for your physical and mental health. it helped you off hormonal birth control and even started helping some of your symptoms. it still fucking hurt for no fucking reason.
once while recovering from surgery, they offered you like 15 days of vicodin. you only took 2 of them. you've been offered oxy for tonsillitis. you turned down opioids while recovering from your wisdom tooth extraction. everything else has the option. you fucking drove yourself home after it, shocked and quietly weeping, feeling like something very bad had just happened. the nurse that held your hand during the experience looked down at you, tears in her eyes, and said - i know. this is cruelty in action.
and it's fucked up because the conversation is never just "hey, so the way we are doing this is fucking barbaric and doctors should be required to offer serious pain meds" - it's usually something around the lines of "well, it didn't kill you, did it?"
you just found out that removing that little bitch will hurt just as bad. a little pinch like how oral contraceptives have "some" serious symptoms. like your life and pain are expendable or not really important. like maybe we are all hysterical about it?
hysteria comes from the latin word for uterus, which is great!
you stand here at a crossroads. like - this thing is so important. did they really have to make it so fucking dangerous. and why is it that if you make a complaint, you're told - i didn't even want you to have this in the first place. we're told be careful what you wish for. we're told that it's our fault for wanting something so illict; we could simply choose not to need medication. that maybe if we don't like the scraps, we should get ready to starve.
we have been saying for so long - "i'm not asking you to remove the option, i'm asking you to reconsider the risk." this entire time we hear: well, this is what you wanted, isn't it?
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we never got to go on that beach date... i had made a virtual redbox for you... im so sad u never got to see it. I bet it would have made u smile so big. Had gotten your fav wine and tamarindo drinks too. It was gonna be an inflatable pool with soft glowing led lights with warm cozy blankets inside and pillows and some candles, but with the ocean view surrounding us under the stars. Cooking the grilled cheese sandwiches with you and roasting mashmallows. It wouldve been nice. lol when you picked a movie from my redbox simulation it was gonna print out a paper cd cover with a cheesy dad joke inside lol (well not print out lol but i would have preteneded to make machine noises and given it to you). I made one for every movie. I still wonder what movie you would have chosen. I dont think i can ever look at the moon the same way again. It only reminds me of you and bruno mars' Talking to the Moon song which i cant hear anyway cause well.. it applies and also only the memory of you telling me my voice goes well for singing bruno mars songs sticks with me if i do hear it. I will never forget it. I dedicated every love song to you. lol idk how im ever gonna be able to do it with someone else. I dont want to. But if i end up needing to idk what im gonna do. all love songs remind me of you.
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on twitter, a viral thread started where people around the world shared their translations of “If I must die”, the last work of Dr Refaat Alareer also known as "the voice of Gaza". A beloved poet, teacher and life-long activist for Palestine, he was recently assassinated along with members of his extended family by a targeted Israeli air strike. His loss leaves a hole in the heart of palestinians all over the world.
Below the cut, I’ll be posting the translations of his poem, with links to the original posts. Unfortunately, tumblr limits posts to a maximum of 30 images. I will update when I can.
Arabic (Refaat’s mother tongue)
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2. Spanish
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3. Irish
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4. Dutch
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5. Greek
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6. German
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7. Vietnamese
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8. Tagalog
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9. Serbian
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10. Japanese
and the traditional japanese calligraphy version
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11. Nepali
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12. Tamil
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13. Bosnian
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14. Indonesian
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15. Romanian
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16. Italian
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17. Albanian
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18. Urdu
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19. Turkish
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20. Polish
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21. Norwegian
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22. Galician
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23. Swedish
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24. Jawi
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25. Bengali
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26. Russian
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One of the dearest headcanons to me involves 9-year-old Dick getting appendicitis and needing to get his appendix removed urgently, Bruce rushes him to the hospital and is worried sick as they wheel his boy into surgery. Dickie wakes up after surgery loopy and drugged out of his mind, takes one look at Bruce and starts to giggle. Then he points at Bruce's face and begins to (very adorably) say stuff like you're bruceman! and broosh and brucester and Bruce has to try so hard not to smile back because he doesn't want Dick to start laughing hysterically and pop his stitches. So he just places a hand over Dick's and hums placatingly. He may not be smiling but his heart has just grown three sizes.
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