#an irrational and emotional uterus

[dilfsfordinner]

a/n- this fucker is nasty, but my uterus is taking over my brain so idc

warnings- IF YOU DON’T LIKE BLOOD, DON’T READ, PLEASE, fem! bodied reader, period oral sex (fem! receiving), fingering, cramps and talk of periods in general

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Since the torturous days of puberty, every year you had been suffering from the claws of your monthly blood week, your period somehow always finding a new way to piss you off, this time being the fact that you were getting pelted with an endless slew of pitchfork-esque cramps.

A warm bath didn’t help, sitting didn’t help, and somehow, sleeping didn’t either because the pinching twists in your uterus followed you into your dreams as well.

It didn’t matter that it was Saturday, if you couldn’t relax it wasn’t really the weekend. It didn’t help that the sky was gloomy either, clouds blocking the one thing that could possibly lighten your attitude. Toji didn’t seem to notice your very irritated mood, or the countless side-eyes you had been throwing at him since the beginning of the day, he just continued to prep breakfast, seemingly clueless to the war raging in your insides.

Groaning, you threw the heavy, down comforter off of your burning limbs, struggling to the kitchen in a very shaky fashion. You couldn’t even be mad at your man for not noticing, he was caught up in making food for the both of you, and you had to admit, it smelled wonderful.

You seemed to forget that his senses were unnaturally heightened, so dragging your feet and muttering under your breath did very little to conceal your presence, let alone your emotions. Making an effort to wrench the fridge open, you scanned for something sweet, preferably watermelon or something that wouldn’t make you feel like shit after eating, but to no avail, you were left with no fruit finds, a huff leaving you as you placed your hands on your hips, staring at the shelves as if you could make something just magically appear.

Warmth radiated from behind you, strong arms wrapping around your waist as Toji rested his chin on your shoulder, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. “What’s the matter, pretty,” he murmured, kissing the soft panel of skin beneath your jaw before turning his attention to rubbing soft circles on your waist.

A half-moan, half-sigh was pulled from you, his actions relaxing the tense muscles coiling inside of your lower half, cramps calming briefly at the deep massage his fingers delivered. “My period,” was all you managed to breathe out, trying to appreciate the short-lived relief he gave you, your limbs almost going lax in his hold.

Toji stiffened against your back, his muscles tightening in some protective, almost primal way. He wished he could take your pain, even for a second, because the sight of his love struggling to eat, walk, and even stand for a week of every month was torture in itself.

“Do you want to eat now?” he asked softly, continuing his massage just below your navel. You were actually excited to eat, excited to finally satisfy one kind of abdominal ache, that was until a sharp, stabbing sensation ripped along your lower, left side, most likely caused by the long fingers kneading the muscles there.

Gritting your teeth to prevent a cry, you pushed Toji’s hands away, shrugging out of his hold to stomp back to your bedroom, anger, as irrational and undeserved as it was, fizzling off of you and pointedly toward Toji. Yes, your period made you the “stereotypical”, hormone-crazed, emotional woman, but you had an excuse, you were cursed with some of the most inconvenient pains, which inevitably caused your attitude to turn, well, a little.. sassy.

Toji, however, knew exactly how to quell such sass, as bold as it might seem. So, carefully, he followed behind the angry breadcrumbs of muttered insults you purposely said aloud, to join you in the warmth of your bedroom. There, Toji watched as you plopped on the end of the bed, the action causing your arms to fold over your stomach in pain, curses spewing from you as his presence was accidentally, or maybe, intentionally ignored.

Gathering his courage to approach the beast groaning on the bed, Toji made himself known by pushing open the door, his footsteps light as he made his way over to your hunched figure. Your hands came up to cover your face, a sigh shaking your shoulders as a ticklish sensation enveloped your feet.

There, kneeling before you, was your very caring, very concerned husband, his large hands cradling your feet, the warmth of his palms even hotter than the fluffy, woolen socks that adorned your toes. He didn’t say anything, his face perfectly calm, peaceful in the warm light of the lamps you had placed around the room.

Green eyes came up to meet your hidden gaze, your fingers split just so to peek down at him. “Let me help you,” was all he said, voice hushed, his hands continuing their massage further up your legs, and even then, he never broke eye contact. “Please,” he whispered, those eyes of his so genuinely interested in pleasing you, taking care of you, you couldn’t help but trust him, letting your hands fall away to slowly nod at him.

Humming gratefully, his hands skated up your thighs to grasp the waistband of your pajama pants and undies, fingers teasing the delicate skin of your navel. “Lie back for me,” he murmured, hands still as he awaited your response. Apprehensively, you let yourself sink into the thick blankets beneath you, watching as he lifted your legs to slide your clothes and undergarments off.

“Wait, Toji, I’m-”

“I know,” he hushed you, kissing the inside of your knee before pulling his black sweater over his head, leaving him bare from the waist up. You thought he was trying to get something for himself, but no, he used the sweater for you, one hand lifting both of your legs up so that he could slide the knit material under your bottom. A.. towel of a sort?

Finally realizing what he planned to do, you snapped your thighs closed, huffing to sit up on your elbows, Toji looking up at you with amused eyebrows, his head tilted knowingly. “I’m bleeding,” was what you settled on, surely thinking that that was enough to steer him away from anything remotely sexual.

Toji just looked at you, his gaze not faltering, almost like he was challenging you for a better excuse, “And?”

“It’s gross!”

“No, it’s not. Besides, it’ll help you relax.”

Holding eye contact, he lowered himself to leave a kiss on your ankle, continuing up until his nose nuzzled the top of your thigh. “Trust me,” he whispered, his arms snaking underneath your thighs hesitantly, before he was tugging you to the edge of the bed, the crook of your knees fitting perfectly over the curve of his shoulders.

Biting the inside of your cheek, your eyebrows furrowed, debating letting him have his way with you, a checklist appearing in your head; One, he was clean so there really wasn’t the need to worry about infections or uti’s, especially because he had washed his hands a bunch while making breakfast. Two, he hadn’t eaten so his mouth was clean after recently having brushed. The third was where you really struggled. Did he really want to? Was he really not disgusted by the fact that you were currently leaking blood?

His low eyelids and eager kisses answered your questions enough, the doubts you had disappearing one by one, so with slow movements, you settled back onto the blankets, body relaxing in his hold.

Now, there was no word to describe how good it felt to have “relations” on any regular day, but on your period, it truly felt other worldly. The second Toji’s mouth left a kiss to the curve of your pubic bone, it was like your cramps took it as a sign to stop their infernal pounding, like even they knew what was to come.

Those kisses didn’t stop at the top, oh no, they continued to places much lower. There was a pause in his sweet ministrations before a gentle lick was being delivered up your slit, Toji’s tongue stopping at the top of your crease before he started to suckle the little bud there, your clit wasting no time sending electric bolts of pleasure up your spine.

He continued to suck and suck, circling his tongue, up and down, and side to side all while you shivered in his hold, chest rising and falling faster with the need to pull in air, your hand coming down to rest in his silky hair, inky strands slightly askew from the restless movements you used, your fingers raking through his locks.

It went on like that for what seemed like hours, his tongue pattern routine in your mind. You were so close to falling off the edge, all of your pleasure funneling to one spot in your core before you felt something nudge your entrance. Said “thing” was long and expertly trained on the subject of fingering, Toji’s middle finger pushing into your hole, a breathy sigh of his name leaving your lips.

With the added appendage, the sensations you were feeling increased tenfold, that familiar heartbeat throbbing in your cunt making your hips restless in his hold, Toji never relenting, continuing his strokes added with the plunge of his finger.

Looking down, he was certainly a sight to behold. His eyes were closed, eyebrows drawn together, cheeks flushed a pretty pink, and his lips, his chin- they were red, smeared with a dripping, ruby substance. Humiliation burned throughout your body, your hands about to cover your face before a certain noise stopped you. He had groaned, you realized, and not only that, it had sounded desperate, throaty and utterly him. He really didn’t mind.

A second finger began to push into you, the cold band of his wedding ring entering the warmth of your cunt, two different types of liquids squelching from the curl of his fingers, trickling down the inside of his palm. The skin of your entrance was taut around his fingers with every plunge inside, a pink ring beginning to accumulate at the base of his knuckles, your white liquids mixing with blood to create an interesting mixture of telltale orgasmic signs.

His mouth was messy, tongue delving to tease your hole before licking back up to your clit, his fingers and lips sometimes trading places to stretch your sanity even thinner. You looked so pretty, your nipples peaked under the material of your shirt, your chest heaving, and your face, which was barely visible to him, was cast to the side, eyes closed and mouth open, panting his name and other mindless words he couldn’t focus on enough to decipher.

“Toji, I’m-” you couldn’t even finish your shaky sentence, Toji finding it in him to make sure you finished in the most overwhelming way possible, his strong arms curling around your thighs, anchoring you to his mouth to prevent you from running away.

With a brush against that spongey spot inside of you and a particularly deft suck to your clit, you came with a shudder, your thighs shaking and squeezing him, heart beating so fast it felt like blood was emptying into a hollow place in your head. Easing his fingers out of you, Toji slowly detached his mouth from your cunt, licking his lips, gazing fondly at your very lax limbs and panting chest.

A dip in the mattress told you that he had seated himself next to your spent form, your eyes too tired to actually open and see. The fingers of his clean hand stroked down your cheek- comforting and calm. “How do you feel?” he murmured, fingers continuing their strokes down the side of your face until you opened your eyes.

You hadn’t even realized until he’d brought it up, but the agonizing, devilish cramps you were pelted with before were now reduced to nothing but a dull ache, sharpness and nausea free from the chamber of your insides. “A lot.. better,” your last word was quiet, like you didn’t want to admit that he was right about the whole thing after all.

A teasing flick to your forehead hinted that he knew very well how right he was. “I told you,” Toji grinned, watching as you rolled your eyes playfully, using your jello-like arms to try and push yourself into a seated position.

Being right next to him, you noticed just how dirty you had gotten him. The bottom half of his face was stained red, pinkish lines from your liquids trailing down his jaw and down his neck. Holding a laugh, you gestured to his figure, “You need a wash.”

Moving past him, you bent to pick up your discarded clothing that had been thrown haphazardly in the moment. You should’ve known he was planning something because as soon as you grasped your pants, a slap was delivered to your bum, a gasp coming from your lips as your head whipped to face the culprit, Toji’s arms crossed, eyes looking suspiciously humorous.

Twisting to see what he’d done, the slap he’d delivered had left a handprint, two imprinted fingers stained red on your skin, your previously clean body now sullied by your own blood. Scowling up at him, you watched as he strolled to the bathroom, saying over his shoulder, “Now you do too.”

With a muttered curse, the balled up pants you had in hand somehow made their way soaring across the room to hit the black haired man right to the back of his head. There’s one thing that never changed- if your period wasn’t the one pissing you off, Toji certainly knew how to take up that position.

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#what movie may have caused me to write this i wonder #toji x female reader #toji smut #toji fushiguro smut #toji x reader #toji zenin #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk #period sex #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x fem!reader

[easierreadthandone4711]

Shark Week

It’s about that time for my uterus to start torturing me, reminding me that I am not carrying a child inside. I know this, not only because of my calendar but because my emotions just shifted from sad girl to don’t fxckin try me. This usually lasts only a day thankfully, otherwise I’m just a sensitive girly. I think the most embarrassing time was tearing up from a bounty paper towel commercial.. it’s a problem to say the least.

Truly, I think my period serving as a reminder that I’m without child just brings my ass down. I have three babies, two angel babies and I’m still bumming over this monthly reminder? Yes. If there was anything I was certain about, it’s that I am supposed to be a mom. The silly part is getting bummed out as if I’ve even had the sex to make one. 🥲 #sadgirl for life I guess. When am I not a sad girly? When I’m with my babies. Every month, it’s the same thought: do I really wish I were pregnant? Yes. Every. Damn. Month.

I’ll be honest, I’m not even someone who “enjoyed” being pregnant. I didn’t hate it either, however, the hurdles I went through made it difficult to say “I love being pregnant”.

I miscarried the first time I got pregnant, and almost died after having my first. Two blood transfusions were needed, officially putting me in a “high risk” category after an antibody was found. My youngest was the smoothest pregnancy and labor I had. I imagine she’s the reason I’m so confidently ready to keep having babies.

The flutter that turns into kicks is definitely a highlight of all my pregnancies. I would play with my babies while they were in there, a little game of tag if you will. I would tap on different parts of my belly and wait for their response. I spoke to them all the time. Little did they know, they were becoming my best friends. There was never a time I felt alone while I was pregnant, they were as present to me as if they were out of my body already. “Good morningggg” “What are we going to eat?” “You know what you need to try, your grandfathers veal piccata” “Sorry that was so loud, it’ll quiet down again soon” I feel like my hand never left my belly.

When I say I was SAD when they were out of my body… oof. The loneliness I felt. Now I had to share them with this horrible world and this world doesn’t deserve them. The maternal instincts had kicked in when I saw the positive sign on the stick to protect them but it amplified in ways I never imagined. A trip to the grocery store was scarier than it used to be. I can’t trust the drivers around me, everything is filthy, I don’t want them getting sick, every stranger was a potential danger to my baby and it was overwhelming at times. Getting gas? Stepping out of the car with them inside of it, you’d see me making silly faces or waving into the window. “Mommy is still hereeeee - you’re not alone”

Frankly, I don’t think that feeling has gotten any better. They’re ranging from 12-15 years old now and the fact that I can’t be with them every moment leaves a constant reel of ‘things that can go wrong’ playing in my head. Are their peers being kind to them? Are their teachers treating them with respect? Don’t worry, I’m not irrational in any of this. I realize my kiddos have to grow into themselves and this society we live in today and they need to do that their own ways. I can only hope that if they find themselves in a situation where they are unsure how to move, they’ll reach out to me.

I’ll never be able to understand the neglectful parents, The abusive parents, The absent parents - never ever. When I look at my children, there’s not a damn thing I wouldn’t do to keep them happy healthy and safe. Not one fxcking thing. Our babies are born and as a mother, you’re literally their lifeline. You’re it. You’re the one responsible to love them and take care of them. I’m not going to dismiss fathers here but let’s be realistic and admit that there’s something about the bond between a mother and her child. The baby felt you first, they heard you first, their heartbeat started in you. That’s something NOBODY else in the world can say they have except that mother and that child.

Post partum depression is a struggle in itself. Not only did you spend the last nine months growing a life inside of you but now your beautiful baby is here and for some reason you’re not okay. Then you blame yourself. 😓 I should be happy. I should be over the moon in love with my baby. I’m already a bad mom, I’m not even happy. The guilt, the shame and the doubt that inserts itself creates such a dark shadow over you. The baby is crying and you sit there staring off or maybe you cry too. If by chance you’ve dealt with this before, or maybe dealing with it currently, please know, there’s nothing wrong with you. Give yourself some grace as your body just went through something truly traumatic. You did not just deliver a pizza, you grew a life inside of you, managed to bring them into this world - THAT in itself is incredible, as many women who were unable to do so can probably tell you the same, it’s not easy for some. Be proud of yourself, even if just for this moment right here as you read this. Be proud of yourself. You made it this far and you and baby are gonna grow with each other, into this new life together. The life before them doesn’t exist anymore, it’s not supposed to feel easy and seamless. You’re gonna figure it out and I know you’re strong enough because you made it this far already. Don’t discredit the last nine months. Don’t discredit the labor. You did that shit and you’re gonna conquer so much more and it’ll be the most bittersweet and incredible thing to watch your baby learn and grow into their own selves… and as strong as you remain, they’ll mimic your strength in the future. There’s no giving up now mama - you’re gonna show that baby EXACTLY what you’re made of. You’re that badass who brought them into this world and you’re gonna walk alongside them in this world - frankly, they won’t even notice that they’re carrying you too. They’re the reason you keep going ♥️ y’all have each other, just like that day you saw those two lines show up on that stick.

Didn’t expect this post to go this route but I miss my babies and there’s not a second that goes by that I don’t remember why I’m here - and that’s because of them 💜💚🩷

#travel #massachusetts #motherhood #ppd #postpartum #babies #shark week

[discyours]

Always wanted to ask you whether you think women are born with a maternal instinct that they might suffer from not fulfilling (by becoming pregnant)? Their temperament, self sacrificing, hightened emotions all being the way it is because of the virtue of being born female and set up this way to carry for an infant?

also that anon was straight up fucked, dont let it get to you too much

As I've already said, I think humans are too susceptible to socialisation for us to effectively seperate nature from nurture. It seems unlikely to me given how few instincts we actually seem to have (see linked post, we don't learn to walk or talk if we don't have people to learn from), but that's not really something you can prove.

I do think it's offensive to argue that women suffer when we don't fulfill our "biological duty" of bearing children though. "Spinster cat lady dies alone wishing she would've become a mother before it was too late" seems to be a relatively rare scenario compared to people regretting becoming parents to children they had out of obligation.

A lot of women also just genuinely don't have a maternal instinct. I've never wanted kids (don't think I'd be even a remotely good parent) but I am starting to find the idea a lot more appealing now that I'm in my 20s. I don't think that's a matter of a dormant biological urge to utilise my barren uterus kicking in. I think it's a matter of maturing, developing more empathy for (small and underdeveloped) people who act in seemingly irrational ways, and gaining an appreciation for the way a person comes to exist in general. Women's socialisation pushes us in this direction (empathy, patience, understanding other people) a lot moreso than men's does, but that doesn't mean it'll universally have the same effect. Being expected to become a mother one day from the time you're a kid can really put you off it, and having empathy for little kids (which some women don't have, in spite of socialisation) doesn't automatically mean being willing to put up with one 24/7.

#anon

[elektramouthed]

 Women with rational capacity were called viragos with ‘masculine understanding’. Women were, after all, dominantly seen as the sentimental sex, naturally prone to both emotional and physical weakness. Even women’s very capacity for self-discipline in the first place was often questioned. Eighteenth-century physiological understanding still partly retained—though framed with a new interest in nerves—the early modern notion of the female body as dominated by the uterus, a mysterious organ full of toxic fumes that caused hysteria and excessive sensibility. Since the uterus could, at any moment, release these fumes and take control of the female body, thus making the woman incapable of any rationality, women were seen as unpredictable and inconsistent by their very nature, under the control of their ungovernable and irrational bodies. Therefore, complete self-control in a woman would, in fact, make not only her gender but also her sex questionable. In other words, even though women were told to regulate themselves, it was, at the same time, implied that total control was not desirable. For ideal femininity, too much bodily control was just as big a faux pas as too little.

Soile Ylivuori, from Women and Politeness in Eighteenth-Century England: Bodies, Identities, and Power

#soile ylivuori #women and politeness in eighteenth century england: bodies identities and power #nonfiction #essays #on performativity #on gendering #2022 reads

[the-hem]

"The Spirit Wheel." From the Svetasvatara Upanishad, "The Exploration of the Mysteries of the White Stallions."

VI-1: Some deluded thinkers speak of Nature, and others of time, as the force that revolves this wheel of Brahman. But really all this is only the glory of God manifested in the world.

VI-2: It should be known that energy assumes various forms such as earth, water, light, air and ether at the command of Him who is the master of Gunas and the maker of time, who is omniscient, who is Pure consciousness itself, and by whom all this is ever enveloped.

VI-3: After setting the creation in motion and withdrawing Himself from it, He unites the principle of Spirit with the principle of Matter –with one, with two, with three and with eight – through the mere instrumentality of time and their own inherent properties.

VI-4: He gives the start to the creation associated with the three Gunas of Nature, and others all things. Again, in the absence of the Gunas, He destroys all created objects, and after destruction, remains aloof in His essence.

VI-5: By previously meditating as seated in one’s own heart, on that Adorable Being who appears as the universe, and who is the true source of all creatures, He can be perceived even though He is the primeval cause of the union (of Spirit with Matter), as well as the partless entity transcending the three divisions of time.

We just studied how the unconditioned light of sentience, the Brahman, the Self within that senses our emotions, thoughts, and watches us act, is conditioned by our imagination and flights of fancy and all that causes the world outside to twist and turn.

No matter how intense our beliefs, how wonderful it would be if they were right, correct, and true, we can always resort to the Unconditioned to find the truth and behave rationally.

Irrational thinking and behavior, the disguising of the real truth, and disclosure about false truths have resulted in things like this:

The earth is not going to wobble and cause an ice age and save us from this. We caused it, we have to accept it, behave urgently and reset the creation.

Our inability to relate to the horror of this is another sign our beliefs are not aligned with what is really taking place in the lives of these students:

The Upanishad says all we need to do is witness the Glory of God in this world and things will work out, time, space, matter, energy, the arts and sciences will do the rest. How then have we come into full acceptance of this:

And this:

The screaming maniac, Napp Nazworth who entered the Capitol, worried he wouldn't be able to pray or have normal relations again and tried to kill this Capitol Police Officer promenades around DC like nothing is wrong...How can this be? He has protection from the fiend, Carl Rove, that is how.

https://www.washingtonpost.com/investigations/2021/01/08/ashli-babbitt-shooting-video-capitol

So while you are worrying about your neighbor's uterus and your tax bracket without any clear important objective in sight, the entire planet is being ground down to piles of dry wall and dead things by nutbags who think they are going to be resurrected after it is all through.

This wheel of annihilation has to be stopped at the source, with the belief its rolling over things is tolerable. The Lord, the Living God did not embody Himself well beyond doubt to see His most marvelous creation turn to filth and rubble.

We employ politicians and pay most of them very well to prevent this and they, pawns of religious miscreants, are all failing miserably at their jobs. They have to be excused, tried for Crimes Against Humanity and real human beings need to take their places.

This is what religion says is proper to do under these circumstances- confess, repent, atone and then enter into the Magnificence of the Glory of God, which surpasses all the rest.

*And Napp's attack on Officer Yetter is a Hate Crime and must be prosecuted. Otherwise it will mean any old cuntry blumpkin whom Karl Rove is in love with can sashay on up the Capitol Steps and start blowing people's heads off.

Please write the FBI and insist this Hate Crime undergo a proper investigation.

#Youtube

[angoramail2]

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[i-am-the-moment]

My period came yesterday so now my emotional moon in cancer ass is going to be crying and hurting a little more then usual 🥲. I hate it here truly. I'm ready to rip off my uterus. The first 3 days are actual hell and my vagina wishes me pain throughout it all. I refuse to give her a baby cause after that 9 months she is going to want another one

But this is also a quick rant about how I've always wanted to go a pride parade since I was in 9th/10th grade and remember telling my mom about one that was happening in Atlanta and her response was to get upset as to why I would be interested in a pride parade, demean my interest, mock what I said to my father and then ask me why I didn't ask to go to black protest instead of wanting to go toparade...again I was in 10th grade. I understand it's their uncomfortableness, their ignorance and the lack of awareness that black queer people exist and are in these communities. When they think of anything in the lgbtq they only see white people. They don't see black people or poc in those communities as people who are also fighting for their rights as not only a queer person but a black person as well. And it's irrating to constantly have to hear mindless and thoughtless rhetoric about something they are very unaware of.

[moserhusted8]

Helpful Advice For Anyone Suffering From Cancer

There are 4 stages of ovarian cancer. In Z-VAD(OMe)-FMK is confined to one or both ovaries. In stage II it has spread outside of the ovaries to the uterus or fallopian tubes. In Stage III the cancer has spread outside of the pelvic area but still within the abdomen. Stage IV means the cancer has started to spread throughout the body. Focus on having a healthy diet during your cancer treatment. Eating better will give you more energy for everything that you are going through. It will also help you feel less stressed because your body will have the fuel it needs for the day. Research has shown that eating well may also extend your life. A person dealing with cancer needs to hear the words "I love you", every day. This assures them of your emotional support. Actions are a wonderful way to show that you care, but words can have a healing power when someone is experiencing a stressful situation. Do not hesitate to frequently tell your friend or family member how you feel. One of the best cancer-prevention tips you can ever use is to check out your family's medical history in detail. Most people who contract cancer have genetic markers that make it more likely to grow and spread. Know and understand your family's medical history and you can do more to prevent cancer. While it may be common information that quitting smoking can reduce the chances emphysema and lung cancer, many smokers are unaware that smoking can also lead to colon cancer. The ingredients in cigarettes expose your colon to toxic carcinogens, and tobacco can lead to formation of colon polyps. Just another reason to avoid smoking. Make certain to study any relevant text you can about the particular cancer you, or someone close to you, has. Confidence is really important here. They say that eating an apple a day will keep the doctor away, but eating an onion a day can actually keep cancer at bay. Because of the large amount of antioxidants founds in onions, eating them regularly can help to eliminate free radicals from your body and thus help you to prevent contracting cancer. You might not typically have a fighting spirit, but if you have cancer you are going to need to find one quickly. If you do not realize what you're fighting for and cannot develop that all-important spirit, use the anger you're feeling to transform into motivation. Even Gandhi was able to lash out. If you have been diagnosed with cancer, make an effort at the end of each day to write down one good thing that happened. There will be times where you feel frustrated, sick and discouraged. Reminding yourself of the good things in your life will help you maintain a positive attitude. If you are not feeling well, ask a friend or a family member to take you to your doctor's appointment. They want to help you and asking them for transportation is safer for you when you are not doing your best. They can also provide company and support throughout the day. Learn about foods that provide antioxidants. These foods can be consumed to lower your risk of cancer while fighting off those carcinogens that you encounter through your life. If you are eating a diet that contains antioxidants, you are reducing your risks of various forms of cancer in the easiest way. Many people suffering with cancer also have post-traumatic stress disorder, commonly known as PTSD. If you notice that you have any of the symptoms of PTSD, you should immediately get help from a professional. Symptoms of PTSD include aversion to people or places, flashbacks of events, irrational fears, and changes in your sleep patterns. For cancer patients in an extreme amount of pain, you may want to consider acupuncture. One of the many positive results of acupuncture is that it helps to ease pain. There are even certain insurance companies who will cover acupuncture, if it is being used to manage pain from cancer. Stage I is the best case scenario. The cancer is still confined to the ovaries, making surgery alone a more successful option. When it goes into stage II, a hysterectomy is often necessary to make sure all of the cancer was removed. Stages III and IV are more likely to require chemotherapy.

#Rapamycin

[rhaenyras]

ugh do cishet white men ever get off their high horse and try to engage in a conversation with a woman without feeling entitled to have the last word and talking down on her patronisingly????

#as a woman.... this is all I've known in life #men who wanted to patronise me and lecture me and second guess my opinion #never putting themselves on par with me because they're highkey convinced that i have nothing interesting to say so they won't even listen #and im honestly so done with them #men who can actually listen and forsake their moral/intellectual high ground during a conversation are so hard to find #my bf is one of them i think. because he's rather unprejudiced and admits to being ignorant to most things that we talk about #but most men are just so presumptuous and self-entitled #and so not humble ..... you could talk to them about the literal hair on your head and they'd still think they know more than you about that #simply because they're men and you're just a silly inconsequential woman #'just go back to the kitchen or to sephora or whatever it is that women do these days' #and i feel that I can't even complain about this because I'll be accused of playing the victim and 'omg grow up feminism isn't about this' #oh really... keep living without ever listening to a woman's word or reading a woman's book or enjoying a diverse product of any nature #that wasn't specifically designed by and for men i suppose #and by all means keep thinking that you're smarter nd more well spoken than half the world population only bc you weren't born w/ an uterus #an irrational and emotional uterus #i want to treat them with the same disdain that they'd use for any woman they don't wanna shag and see if it changes something #a social experiment if you will #oh and god forbid you were a woman who's into the Forbidden Male Interests ™ #aka sports videogames or nerdy stuff in general #you'll simultaneously be accused of being a poser e-girl who's only in it for the attention and also not a real 'gamer' #orrrr..... maybe they'll accept you into their midst but be ready to listen to them bleating about all the things they know more than you #mansplaining at its finest #they make for such a toxic community. especially online. especially when women are concerned #rant.txt

[sokkastyles]

And it really calls into question how we think of Stockholm Syndrome and how there are so many phrases and ideas in our culture that we don’t examine enough, especially for the subtle ways they undermine women’s agency. Stockholm Syndrome is not a recognized diagnosis or disorder, and there are no accepted criteria for diagnosing it. But that doesn’t stop armchair psychiatrists from misapplying the idea to things like women in abusive relationships.

But Stockholm Syndrome is not the same as abuse, in fact, it’s a potentially very flawed idea that fails to encapsulate all the complexities of human emotion, survival responses, and psychology. The actual accounts of the Stockholm situation are far more about the hostages learning to see their captors as people, and developing empathy (which is what most of us do when we meet people).

It is, essentially, human nature for someone in such a situation to feel (and inspire) empathy for their captors—which would better increase their chances for survival—and to reduce it to a syndrome is a way of reducing women’s feelings and humanity to something both outside of their control, as well as equivalent to mental illness and insanity.

The conflation of women’s feelings and actions with mental illness has a long and terrible history. Not just in the sense that women’s tendency to be “ruled by their emotions” is the basis for so much sexism, but the very concept of “hysteria” which literally means madness from the uterus. The pernicious idea that being a woman makes our decisions suspect, our perceptions of reality invalid, and our actions not our own is incredibly damaging and yet that kind of sexism is baked deep into our culture.

The fact that the term Stockholm Syndrome was coined as a way to explain away women’s experience and agency, and even used to dismiss other women’s accountability for their own decisions, is very telling. but honestly not surprising. Society goes out of its way all the time to make women seem unhinged or stupid or just incapable of their own decisions. Let’s not allow that to continue.

- (source)

Considering recent discussions about Zutara and problematic shipping, I am fascinated with this and the way that Katara having empathy for Zuko is pathologized in-story as part of a narrative that she’s overly emotional and irrational. How her bonding with him while they’re both held captive is turned into some lurid capture fantasy by the play, and how Bryke themselves accused their female fans of idealizing abusive relationships because of the popularity of Zutara, even though Katara's empathy for Zuko was a natural result of caring for someone she saw as another victim like her, and even though Zuko apologized to her first, and when he hurt her, she held him accountable.

People use "Stockholm syndrome" so often to talk about enemies to lovers ships or Beauty and the Beast-esque narratives under the guise of protecting women, and that also applies to the discussion of certain fanfiction tropes, capture fics, arranged marriage, and other tropes that explore sexual dynamics in a dark or dubcon way.

But, going back to the Zutara example and how certain parts of the fandom paint it as abuse because of the mere possibility of an unequal power dynamic, and, on the other side, Zutara fans who scramble to assure the rest of the fandom that they only ship it in the most “pure” way to combat accusations of apologism, a lot of this seems to stem from a preemptive desire to protect women from not abusive men, as is the expressed purpose, but from themselves. And this goes back to the Stockholm situation as well. The man who coined the term did so because he was trying to explain why a female victim might resist his attempts to define her experience. If you look at Beauty and the Beast, for example, which often gets these accusations of stockholm syndrome thrown at it, the person in-story who is most invested in the narrative that Belle is crazy for loving the Beast and doesn't know her own emotions or what’s good for her is Gaston, the guy who wants her for himself.

It's also noticeable that Stockholm syndrome as a label is almost always applied to romantic/sexual situations, even though the term originated from a hostage situation at a bank that was not at all romantic or sexual. People who say that zutara would enable a similar dynamic often praise Katara's friendship with Zuko and her empathy for him, her willingness to heal her enemy and her forgiveness of him later. But apply romance to the equation and suddenly that empathy is assumed to be something unhealthy. People say a romance would "belittle" their friendship, as if romance and friendship cannot exist alongside each other. There's a clear distinction here that seems to imply that romantic feelings, or at least, romantic feelings in women, are governed by irrationality. The pop culture view of Stockholm syndrome is of a woman falling in love with her captor, even though the original situation did not involve any of the hostages falling in love with the bank robbers. But this was used to explain and pathologize a woman's fear of the police who were supposed to rescue her. What it's really about, then, is a fear of female desire and female autonomy, especially sexual autonomy, and a paternal desire to keep women under control under the guise of "what's best."

#zutara #zuko #katara #the discourse #stockholm syndrome #beauty and the beast #enemies to lovers

[merakiaes]

Pussy Whipped - Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

Pairing: Oscar “Spooky” Diaz x reader

Requested: Yes. 

Prompts: None. 

Warnings/notes: I lacked good ideas for dialogue in this one so this is shit, I’m sorry😂 Not proofread so sorry in advance for any possible mistakes. Translations for the Spanish bits are at the end. 

Wordcount: 2420

Summary: Mother nature pays you an early visit and Oscar treats you like the princess you are even though his Santos are watching. 

The weather was thriving outside, the air a perfect temperature and the sun shining down on all of Freridge. Yet, on this particular Saturday morning, you were absolutely miserable.

It was eleven o’clock and Oscar had been up for God knows how many hours already, while you had refused to leave your bed when the alarm had urged you to get up and get on with your day.

You’d had a lot planned for the day; chores like cleaning the house and switching out the broken lightbulb in the bathroom, and errands like going to the mall to get Cesar a new pair of shoes and go grocery shopping.

But no, as usual, mother nature chose the most inconvenient of times to pay you her monthly visit, never taking your planned cycle into much consideration.

With Oscar being in charge of Los Santos, he was always an early riser and you rarely woke up next to him, so in any other case, you didn’t mind.

But when you woke up this morning to a cold, empty bed, you had grown sad and started crying, and because of this realized pretty much instantly what was going on, even before the intense pains started.

But the cramps weren’t far behind, stopping you from getting out of bed any more than to go put in a tampon. After that, you had buried yourself under the mountain of blankets Oscar so stubbornly insisted that you slept with and cried even more because of the fact that they smelled like him and he wasn’t there to hold you.

You lost track of how long you laid there and just sulked, feeling sorry for yourself and craving everything you didn’t have in the house, but the second you heard people entering the house, followed shortly by Oscar’s voice cutting through the previously silent air, you defied the painful cramps radiating all through your abdomen and left the safety of your bed. 

It was with sulking and begrudging steps that you made your way out of your shared bedroom and headed straight for the living room.

With each step you took, the voices now speaking freely became louder, and you realized only then that your head was throbbing in sync with your uterus, making you cringe silently to yourself.

But you pushed on, desperate to be near Oscar in all your self-pitiful glory and entered the living room only seconds later.

You spotted Oscar where he was sitting in the couch instantly and when feeling your eyes on him, he looked up to meet your gaze.

The smile that had been stretched across his lips prior to your entrance faltered ever so slightly at the sight of the state you were in; hair thrown into a properly messy messy-bun, eyes bloodshot, cheeks streaky with dried tears and your body still dressed in your sleeping attire consisting of a pair of leggings and one of his very oversized t-shirts.

You were always one to start your day early. Not as early as him, but still early. You didn’t like to stay in your pajamas, so when you did, something wasn’t right.

“¿Qué pasa?” He asked you as you approached him at the couch, passing a few other Santos sitting on the opposite side of the coffee table.

Your lips automatically pulled into a small pout at his question, starting to feel your emotions getting the better of you again.

“I’m dying.” You answered in a small voice, looking down at him.

He wasted no time in shuffling further back into his seat and opening his arms, nodding his head lightly. “Come here, mami.”

You didn’t have to be told twice, sitting down in his lap and feeling a rush of calmness go through your body the second his arms wrapped around you. Getting comfortable, you leaned your back against his chest.

Sad Eyes, who was sitting next to Oscar, wordlessly accepted your legs over his knees while taking a sip out of the beer he was holding in his hand.

Meanwhile, the other three Santos who were present looked on with amused expressions as their fearless leader pressed a kiss to the top of your head and started rubbing your arms in a soothing manner.

“You going soft on us, Spooky?” One of them asked, but before Oscar even got the chance to reply, you flashed a fierce glare at him.

“Shut it, Manuel.” You snapped, snuggling further into Oscar’s chest.

Manuel whistled, smirking at you. “Damn. You on your monthlies?” He laughed at his own joke, but the others didn’t join in, having known you for longer and knowing exactly what was up.

“Yes, I am on my period.” You confirmed with hard eyes. “No, that does not mean that my anger is irrational.”

Oscar pressed a kiss to the side of your neck from behind you, clasping his hands in front of your chest. “Calm down.” He mumbled into your skin, pressing another kiss to the spot between your neck and shoulder. “Flow came early this month, huh.”

“Mhm.” You hummed, his affections calming you down immediately. “It’s ridiculous. I shouldn’t be punished for not being pregnant.” You complained to yourself, scoffing lightly.

“Psh, how bad can it be? So what you got cramps.” Manuel dropped yet another comment, shaking his head.

This time, you only closed your eyes and took a deep breath through your nose, focusing on Oscar’s soft touches in order to not blow up right then and there.

Instead, the Santo next to him slapped him across the chest, giving him a look of disbelief. “Dawg, do you have a death wish or something?” He asked. “You don’t question chicas when they’re on their flow. Rule one.”

“I’m just sayin’, homie. It can’t-“

“How about you let me stab you in the stomach a hundred times?” You interrupted him, opening your eyes and raising an eyebrow at him. “And then make you walk around like everything is fine while you bleed from your privates?”

His nose scrunched up in disgust at your words, his previously teasing attitude dropping. “Keep those bloody details to yourself. That shit’s disgusting.”

Your eyebrows shot up even further at that. “Well, that’s pathetic.” You chuckled. “What’s really disgusting is that men are still grossed out about girls getting their periods in the twenty-first century. I’m sure your mother was praying to get hers but she got you instead. Tragic.”

Oscar’s chest shook with laughter behind you, the other Santos joining in while Manuel looked sheepish.

“She got you there, ese.” Sad Eyes spoke up for the first time at that, shaking his head with an amused smirk crossed over his features. “You know, there’s a reason Spooky’s got a ruca and you don’t.”

“Yeah, and this is it.” You agreed with a snort, before looking at your boyfriend’s right-hand man with gratitude. “Thank you, Sad Eyes.”

He gave you a nod, face still amused. “I got you, Lady Spooky.” He chuckled, but Manuel wasn’t half as amused, glaring around at you.

“Why you ganging up on me?” He asked, offended, and one of the Santos immediately delivered a slap to the back of his head.

“Because you’re stupid.” He answered, and while the two continued to bicker back and forth, you turned to look at Oscar behind you.

His face was pulled into a similar expression as Sad Eyes’; one of pure amusement as he quietly watched the scene unfold. But his face turned sincere when he averted his gaze to meet yours, eyes turning soft.  

“You need anything?” He asked, and you wasted no time in nodding, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes even though you knew for a fact that it wasn’t necessary to get what you wanted.

“Can you go get my heating pad?” You asked, touching his face with your hand lightly. “And an Advil, too.”

He stared into your eyes for a long moment, taking in every feature of your face, before slowly nodding his head.

At this point, the bickering stopped and all of the Santos were watching you with amused expressions.

“Check this out, this is where Spooky’s manhood dies.” One of them, this time not Manuel, remarked, causing all of them to laugh.

Oscar’s face broke into an equally as playful smirk as he moved his attention from you to his homies, raising his eyebrows at them. “You know how it is, compa.” He joined in, shrugging his shoulders. “I gotta treat my future baby mama good.”

He rubbed your arms for a moment longer, before starting to stand up.

Naturally, since you were sitting in his lap, you were stood up with him and instantly felt your stomach pull together in pain. You managed to ignore it and raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend instead.

“You planning to put a baby in me, Diaz?” You asked teasingly, and he smirked down at you, wrapping his arms around you.

“You know it, mamas.” He fired back without missing a beat, leaning his face closer to yours while caressing your butt shamelessly. “With my smarts and your looks, our babies will conquer the world.”

“Are you insinuating that I’m not smart?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course not, mi amor. The smartest person I know.” He was quick to defend himself and pressed a kiss to your lips before you could say anything else.

You smiled into it, neither of you caring in the slightest that his Santos were watching you with different expressions. At this point, they were all used to Spooky’s soft spot for you. Or well, everyone but Manuel was, him being fairly new.

But luckily, he was smart enough to understand not to point it out anymore, with the way the others were averting their gazes and minding their own.

Breaking apart from the kiss, you shared a final look before Oscar wordlessly walked into the kitchen to bid to your wishes, while you got back into the couch.

This time, you laid down flat on your back, your head resting on the armrest and Sad Eyes once again accepting your legs over his knees without as much as a single complaint.

The man in question started conversing with the other Santos while Oscar was busying himself in the kitchen and meanwhile, you just laid there in silence, listening in to the conversation at hand with an arm draped over your eyes in an attempt to block out the sunlight streaming in through the window for the sake of your throbbing head.

Five minutes later, the conversation happening around you quietened down and another second later, you felt a prod against your arm. 

Removing said arm from over your eyes, you caught sight of Oscar now standing above you, holding your heating pad in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

A smile instantly graced your features and you wasted no time in pulling yourself into a sitting position, pulling your legs up to your chest.

“Thank you, baby.” You thanked him, gratefully accepting the glass of water along with the pill he had been holding in his hand behind it.

You swallowed the pill with a few sips of the water and handed the glass back to him, trading it for the heating pad that you wasted no time in placing at the bottom of your stomach.

You let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of the heat and Oscar raised an amused eyebrow. “Better?” He questioned and you nodded, wrapping your arms around your legs and leaning your cheek on your knees.

“Much.” You smiled, and he smiled back before heading back into the kitchen with the glass.

Only a few seconds later, he walked back into the living room with his phone in his hand, raising it slightly in a signal to his Santos.

“Got a text. Let’s dip.” He told them and they didn’t need to be told twice, all of them beginning to stand up from their respective seats.

Oscar’s face was much colder now, almost completely free of emotion, but as he walked over to you, his eyes still went soft at the sight of you.

You offered him a soft smile, taking his hand in yours once he reached you by the couch. “Can you go by the store when you get back?” You asked. “The fridge is empty and I’m hungry. And I’m all out of tampons.”

He nodded his head simply, squeezing your hand. “Te apoyo, cariño.”

Sad Eyes was the last one out of his seat beside you, shaking his head and chuckling, watching his best friend basically turn into a pile of mush at one simple touch from you.

“She’s got your cojones locked up tight, compa.” He teased, and you watched as Oscar’s playful attitude returned at the comment.

“Cállate.” He chuckled, looking at him, before turning back to you. “I'll get you some of that chocolate you like, too.”

He used his thumb to caress your knuckles and you smiled at the feeling, feeling your body grow warm at his affection. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, mi amor.” His hand dropped yours, instead reaching out to touch your chin. “Go lay down. I’ll be back soon.”

You nodded, still smiling softly, but instantly raised an eyebrow when his hand left your chin and he turned to walk away.

“Hey, where are you going?” You asked, giving him a smirk when he turned back to look at you. “Forgot something.” You pointed to your lips, raising your head from your knees and straightening your neck to give him better access.

He chuckled at you as you started making kissing noises, but nonetheless leaned down to press a quick kiss to your pouting lips. “I love you.”

“Love you, too, baby.” You smiled and leaned your head back on your knees, now content and allowing him to walk away from you.

“Pussy whipped bitch.” Sad Eyes wasted no time in commenting once he reached him in the doorway of the front door, and Oscar, in turn, wasted no time in playfully shoving his chest.

“You looking to scrap, cabrón?” He asked, shoving him again. “I’ll give it to you.”

Sad Eyes stumbled into the wall behind him at the sudden force but he quickly regained his composure, starting to play-fight back. 

You shook your head as they exited the house and let the door shut behind them, listening to their Spanish bickering until the sound of Oscar’s Impala starting and driving away filled your ears, only then speaking fondly to yourself.

“Idiots.”

Translations (I’m not a native Spanish speaker so this might not be a hundred percent accurate):

¿Qué pasa? – What’s wrong? Te apoyo, cariño – I got you, baby

#oscar diaz x reader #oscar diaz imagine #oscar diaz #oscar spooky diaz #on my block #on my block imagine #on my block x reader #spooky #spooky diaz #spooky x reader #sad eyes #mario martinez #ruby martinez #jamal turner #cesar diaz #monse finnie

[erasureofwomenslanguage]

"Inclusive language is an attack on women" literally how? I'm female, but I don't see an issue with the words at all

For a cult which constantly screams about how radical feminism ‘reduces women to their genitals’, you really don’t see the irony.

Inclusive language literally reduces women to their genitals and organs. Do you think calling women ‘vagina owners’ and ‘uterus havers’ is somehow not reductive, misogynistic, and insulting?

Secondly, inclusive language serves to separate our issues from our sex and ignores how our issues affect our entire sex. An issue which affects ‘uterus owners’, affects us because of our sex. An issue which affects ‘vagina owners’, affects us because of our sex.

The one which really gets me is ‘period havers’ because it makes it out like the issues are mainly around just actually having issues and not misogyny leading to stereotyping (’she’s irrational because she’s PMSing’/’we can’t trust WOMEN being in charge because what will happen when they’re on their period’), dismissing our emotions (’she’s just angry because she’s on her period’), and ignoring or dismissing the pain we experience (’it can’t be that bad so just get over it’). These things have happened to me and I haven’t had a period in two years. Questions about what Clinton would do as president when she was PMSing was used to dismiss her during her campaign and she probably hasn’t had a period in twenty years. So I hope you can understand the point I’m making here: so many period-related stigmas are due to misogyny and wanting to dismiss us, regardless of we’re actually ‘period havers’ or not and as someone who hasn’t had a period in two years this one really gets to me. 

[gloves94]

Nice and Toasty [Zuko x Reader]

Anonymous requested:

Hi!! I love your work 💖💖 can you do a story where the reader is on her period and Zuko comforts her 🥺🥺

Rating: PG Warnings: Fluff! Words:   1281 Pairing: Zuko x Reader A/N: This makes me want to want some teaaaaa ☕️

Fire Lord Zuko and (Y/N) had been waiting for this day for weeks. Reservations had been made and Zuko had even cleared his demanding schedule in order to make today a possibility. Everybody knew that Zuko didn’t take vacation days, and if he did, he’d only have twice the amount of work the next day. 

After all, there was only one Fire Lord.

It was going to be the perfect date. The lovely couple had dinner reservations and then would be attending a special showing of “Love Amongst the Dragons” in the Fire Nation’s Royal Theater. However, (Y/N) wasn’t expecting a surprise visit from an unwanted guest earlier in the month…

Having agreed to meet in the palace’s parlor room, Zuko initially thought (Y/N) was running late when she didn’t show. He looked outside the window at the setting dusk and after some time became worried. They were going to miss the show…  

He was on his way to check on his girlfriend who was staying in the palace’s guest room when he ran into a servant who respectfully bowed before him and informed him that his evening date was feeling ill and therefore not attending the evening’s event.

(Y/N) was lying face down on the queen guest bed with her face buried into a pillow and hands tightly clutching her lower abdomen as she let out a low moan at the unbearable discomfort of her uterus lining painfully shedding. It almost felt as if a turkey knife was slowly, excruciatingly, painfully carving her guts out. Everything hurt, her head, her body, her muscles...   It was bad enough to go through this monthly ritual, she felt even worse, guilt burdening down on her for having to sit out tonight’s play. Geez, I mean, they had been waiting for this evening for weeks. He had even made room in his busy schedule for it and now she was canceling on him? As if the period pains weren’t enough now, she had a guilty conscience to trifle with.

It was then that she heard the room’s doorknob rattle followed by a loud knocking. He called her name and she could hear Zuko rapping at the door more desperately on the other side.

She turned her head looked at the door with unease. Ugh… What would he say? What would he even think? She thought of his terribly irrational temper and feared that he wouldn’t understand. That he’d think it was some ridiculous excuse to sit out on the play. Sure, Zuko had been nothing but honey sweet to her since they had first met. However, having had witnessed his terrible temper. However, it was not something she wanted to be at the receiving end of. After all, he had cleared his schedule for this, they had been planning this for weeks, he was so excited to show her his favorite play, there was no way he wasn’t going to explode in an angry burst.

“(Y/N) are you okay?!”

She opened the door and barely stuck her head out peeking through the gaping doorway. “Hi,” she responded meekly with a small smile.

Zuko stood outside looking regal wearing his royal Fire Lord robes, on one side of him stood the family physician. She was carrying a briefcase with medical tools on the other was the same servant (Y/N) had sent for him earlier.

“What’s wrong?” He asked pushing forward on the door. “Are you okay?” He asked concerned trying to rush inside of the bedroom chamber.

“Uh, I’m fine…” She remarked slowly, uneasily as she was filled with dread at the possible confrontation.

“No, you’re not,” he insisted once again attempting to push past her. She looked at his concerned look and faltered opening the door slightly wider to reveal herself being waaay under dressed for any type of outing. “Move, let the physician look at you.” He demanded worried as hell since he didn’t know what strange illness was consuming his girlfriend.

“No, Zuko, I’m fine,” she insisted.

“Then? What is it? Do you not want to go see the play?” He asked his expression slightly dropping in dissapointment.

“No, no. I do. I really do.” She insisted finally opening the bedroom door to him. “I know we’ve been planning this for weeks and you even took the day off, but-“

Oh boy, here it came. She swallowed in a deep breath and averted her eyes form his golden ones.

“But-?” He drawled out after a moment of expecting an answer. 

She exhaled sharply. “It’s just… My period came early, and everything hurts, and I just feel really gross and emotional right now.” She admitted feeling embarrassed at her situation. What would he think?

She didn’t want to meet his eyes. He remained silent. She winced slightly ready for his infamous temper to show.

“Oh,” he spoke after a moment. 

She looked up and saw him standing with both of his arms crossed over his chest. Both of his eyes were closed as if in a terribly focused expression as he seemed deep in thought. 

“That,” he simply said.

She eyed him carefully, seeking for any sign of betrayal or any possible hint at a micro aggression. He stretched out a hand waving away the physician and the servant that stood behind him.

He shook his head lightly and let out a breath of relief.

“I was worried. You should’ve just told me.” She couldn’t believe he was being so casual and mature about the whole thing. Most of the other people that she knew would’ve considered it an unreasonable excuse. Heck, most males would’ve even been wrongly grossed out by it. “Come on now, move.” He nudged his head on the side and pushed the door wide open stepping in.

Xxx

(Y/N) was in disbelief. She was currently sitting on the bed, her back resting against a large pillow placed against the bed header.

“Here, this should help.” Zuko said handing her a freshly brewed mug of ginger tea. “My sister would always get them when... well you know.” He shrugged a little and plopped himself down next to her on the bed.

She took his warm hand and placed it on her lower abdomen where the pain was the strongest. “Can you firebend just a little?” She asked sheepishly. She held the warm mug with her other hand taking a small sip from the bitter tea. Hell, she already felt a million times better.

He rolled his eyes slightly and assented. His fingers lightly twitching with energy as his hand became a toasty heating pad.

She could’ve cried! Tea? Cuddles? And an instant heating pad? What had she ever done to deserve such a sweet, sweet man in her life? She looked at him with watery eyes and a wavering smile.

“Did… did you not like the tea?” He asked awkwardly when he noticed that her eyes were loaded with fat tears waiting to break the dam of her eyes. 

“What?” She blinked confused allowing the tears to fall. “Oh, no,” She said and wiped away a stray tear. “It’s just that, you’re so sweet. I wasn’t expecting you to react this way.” She cried out, feeling her tender emotions over pour her voice breaking slightly.

He smiled a little and wrapped an arm around her pulling her in closer to his side, his hand again assuming its position on her lower torso. He placed a tender kiss on her temple in hopes of bringing some comfort to her.

Zuko turned to the nightstand next to the bed and took a small book in his free hand. “Shame we missed the show, guess we’ll just have to catch the next one.” He let out a long sigh. She knew there was a part of him that was dissapointed. “But for now,” He flickered the book open on his lap with his free hand still wearing that rare soft smile on his features. “Least I can do is read the play to you.”

Ohhhhh, she could just melt on the spot. Comfortable, loved and snuggled in a toasty half-embrace, (Y/N) leaned her head on his shoulder and nuzzled in closer to him excited to dive into “Love Amongst the Dragons”.

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[telnaga]

i think everyone without periods should learn more about periods. especially if youre LGBT... we’re all together in this thing called life and the “thing” called “gender” but anyone who doesnt have a period is raised not knowing ANYTHING about periods so it just comes to the point where people close to me who mean completely well and want to help me through the horrible blood time will think they just need to like... buy ice cream. they’ll get squicked out whenever i touch on basic details. assume im going to be irrational during it.

here’s the basic rundown you need to know: periods come about once a month, but can vary between cycles and people, especially if you have an IUD, birth control pills, or specific medications. the average time it lasts is four to six days, during which 50 (lighter side) to 80 (heavier side) mL of blood is shed. (5ml is a teaspoon..) but also, this is important, bc i feel like most people who have periods dont even know this - it’s not all blood. the process is the shedding of the uterine lining, which means some of it is less liquid and more strands. it’s completely normal to have bits of it come out in clots.

the shedding comes slowly, and won’t typically “spill out” or behave like a rush of liquid at all. the process can be painful, especially for people with heavier periods. studies have come back time and time again with proof that, beyond the normal reactions to experiencing a near-constant level of pain, there is no effect to mood or behavior, though people come out of it falsely reporting their mood and behavior as worse. this shows how much false expectations and societal understanding can color our experiences, and is part of why it’s so important to get more people to learn these things.

managing it is a hassle. you’re either using an absorbent pad that lightly adheres to your underwear and may be uncomfortable as it accumulates shedding, a tampon (usually made of cotton or a cotton-like absorbent material) that varies in how easily it inserts, a menstrual cup you insert that fits in the cavity (well enough that you usually can’t feel it, removable by a small grip) and “catches” the shedding, or other such devices, but there’s only recently been much innovation and expansion of options on that front. i think even (silicone, sterilize-after-use and store until next month) menstrual cups are relatively new, and for the most part the main two options are expensive packs of one-use pads and tampons. all of these are typically changed every 4-8 hours depending on flow and the amount they're made to hold. unless you’ve had them in far too long, tampons and menstrual cups are safe to swim with. nothing’s going to come out. 

the general side effects of periods are, as touched on earlier, pain. there’s a variety of ways that manifests. the pain, described as “cramping”, comes from the uterus primarily, which is located around the lower part of your tummy. the pain from it can also radiate to the back, causing lower back pain. there can also be headaches, bloating, muscle aches, trouble sleeping, and others; all in all, it’s generally just a time where you tend to be undergoing pain and discomfort.

that’s why some people take personal days during it, eat junk food, treat themselves, sleep more, act “emotional”, etc. because they’re in pain and discomfort. any average person will do all those things if they break a bone, typically. if they sprain a muscle. if they get the flu. it’s literally just that. it’s just “I am in pain and discomfort”. ice cream is not a medication, there’s no emotional phenomenon, and it happens every month from puberty until menopause. not everyone has that bad of a time with it, but for others, through aspects of flow or complications or other conditions or ANYTHING, can have a much, much worse time. they’re having to experience a painful uncomfortable physical beatdown once a month. and somehow, though so many people go through this, it has been discounted and discredited and ignored and shushed away. it’s treated as some sort of mysterious whimsical mood brought on by a pull of the moon, and not as a time of pain and discomfort, like any injury or illness it can feel just as bad as.

last thing im gonna put here is what can actually help with the pain and discomfort. ibuprofen (advil) and acetaminophen (tylenol), the two most common pain relievers, will both lessen the pain coming from the cramping of the muscles of the uterus. midol, a pain reliever specifically marketed for period relief, is just tylenol and caffeine but more expensive. heat can also relieve muscle pain and cramping; a warm bath, a hot water bottle, a microwavable heating pack, or even a sock filled with uncooked beans or rice and tied shut and microwaved for three minutes can all help. there’s little research on it because of course there isn’t, but in my experience cannabis helps quite a bit too. 

thank you for reading this post from your local horrible-blood-time-haver

[daddyiluvhim]

The Problem Is Ignorance: Curbing Maternal Mortality in the United States

The United States is well known for its striking maternal mortality rates - meaning the number of American women who die during pregnancy or because of it. More accurately, maternal mortality is defined as death while pregnant or within 42 days of pregnancy, irrespective of the duration or site of the pregnancy, from any cause related to or aggravated by the pregnancy or its management, but not from accidental or incidental causes, and is recorded using a device called a “maternal mortality ratio”, or MMR. The MMR is the number of maternal deaths that result in 100,000 live births. In 2018, the United States’ MMR was 17.4, and that is an average of all of the rates, between economic and racial status, which vastly affect the statistics. Maternal mortality, like many health issues, is sometimes inevitable. But for the most part, it’s simply an injustice, like in Serena Williams’ case.

On September 1, 2017, the famed tennis player gave birth to her daughter via cesarean section. The next day, she was having trouble breathing and feared a pulmonary embolism, or a blockage in one of the pulmonary arteries, which are connected to the lungs. They are often caused by blood clots, with the main symptoms being shortness of breath, chest pain, and coughing. The nurse to which she expressed her concern dismissed Williams’ worry as confusion from pain medication, even after Williams exhibited more than one symptom.

The nurse was wrong - there were several blood clots in the tennis player’s lungs. Williams’ fear wasn’t irrational. It wasn’t a postpartum symptom or a hormonal defect. She had, in fact, suffered multiple pulmonary embolisms more than 6 years before which had almost cost her her career and her life, and now is hyper-aware of them. It was only after her demands to her doctors that a CT scan revealed the clots and she was put on a heparin drip to thin her blood. Multiple surgeries later, she is still very much at risk for blood clots.

Medically, the causes of maternal death are mainly bleeding or infection, which usually occur postpartum, pre-eclampsia or eclampsia, many times characterized by high blood pressure during pregnancy, and complications from delivery or unsafe abortion. But these are all conditions that are preventable and treatable, yet so many women are dying from them.

Most women who go to the hospital and entrust their healthcare providers with their’s and their baby’s life aren’t experts at what is happening to their body. That is why we have doctors, nurses, midwives, and other healthcare professionals to assist. But what happens when the patient can’t communicate what they are feeling correctly is ignorance. Serena Williams was extremely fortunate to have had that previous knowledge about herself and her past medical conditions. That is not the case with the majority of women. There are, of course, pre-existing conditions that raise one’s rate for maternal death, but many of the aforementioned common causes of maternal death happen to perfectly healthy women who died because their healthcare professional didn’t realize they were bleeding out after delivery.

Take a moment to consider the word hysteria. A noun defined as a psychological disorder whose symptoms include conversion of psychological stress into physical symptoms, selective amnesia, shallow, volatile emotions, and overdramatic or attention-seeking behavior. This word is derived from the Greek one “hystera”, meaning uterus, or the womb in which a baby grows inside of its mother. And so through time, misogynistic views have categorized hysteria as a side effect of pregnancy, childbirth, or the mere possession of a uterus. And this is how and why medical professionals like Serena Williams’ nurse get away with ignoring their patients and denying them attention or care. While Williams’ condition wasn’t particularly common among postpartum women, she expressed her concern for what she thought was happening, yet she was ignored. The horrific stereotype of women being crazy makes the community mistrust what they say before they say it. You can see that explicitly in fields such as science, math and politics, ones which men have dominated for centuries. And it’s worse for women of color. 

They are placed in the position of “least important” in American society, they face injustice even before they are born, with their mothers. The maternal mortality ratio for Black women is 37.3, three to four times the rate for white women. This is not only because of the natural risk they face, but also that they are blatantly ignored. Continuing with the theme of athletes, who would be less likely to suffer consequences from pregnancy or birth: Simone Biles, who is Black, or Aly Raisman, who is white? Both members of the Final Five, Biles is the world’s best gymnast and a 25-time Olympic medal winner and Raisman is a silver medalist who has captained the United States Women’s team in the 2012 and 2016 Olympics. They are exceptional athletes who have led their teams to victory in more than one Olympic competitions, yet Raisman would still have a better chance of a healthy, uncomplicated pregnancy and birth.

Not because of anything they did, but because of the barriers, norms, and bias that have been placed in society and in the medical community. If we cared, we would do something about it. But we don’t care, so we don’t do anything.

The United States is ignorant of and unresponsive to the needs of women, and has been since before its official beginning. Our country sits among the most well developed countries in the world yet still fails at maternal healthcare. In 1990, Norway’s maternal mortality ratio was 3; in 2015 it was 4, with countries such as Switzerland, Ireland, the Netherlands, and Australia following suit. 

So what are they doing better than us?

For starters, the health of their people in general. Aforementioned pre-existing conditions such as heart disease, diabetes, and obesity make a pregnancy more risky, and in the United States it’s much more common for people to have one of these conditions. 1 in 5 American women report having one of these pre-existing conditions whereas it’s 1 in 10 or more in Germany, the Netherlands, and Australia. 

But much of the weight falls on our maternal healthcare workforce itself. In the countries with the best MMRs, midwives are more common than obstetrician-gynecologists or physicians, which promotes natural birth and a simpler process. When medical personnel are involved, the chance of having to perform surgery or use other complex procedures is higher. Additionally, using physicians for every natural birth makes them less available to focus on the more high-risk pregnancies that require specialized attention and care. And midwives aren’t just there for simpler delivery - they are specially trained to care for mother, baby, and family, providing postpartum support physically and emotionally. Lack of communication and trust between the mother and her care providers provokes more situations such as Serena Williams’. 

Subtracting the medical causes of maternal death, the social issues are evident: we haven’t placed enough focus on maternal healthcare and women as a whole to prevent and stop maternal mortality.

So we know what the problem is. What is the solution? After education, first trying to minimize the rate and improve the likelihood of mothers suffering complications, and second, reducing risk of maternal death.

The United States needs to refine its postpartum care system. Postpartum care is essential for mothers and babies. Not only does it give the new parents the much needed assistance from a professional who can help them with whatever they need, the midwife can provide care to the woman who may not know everything that is happening with her body, which is changing from day to day. Scheduled checkups by a maternity nurse or midwife for a set number of days or weeks after the woman and her baby go home are covered by national insurance in Norway, Germany, the Netherlands, and Australia where rates of maternal death are at a record low, and here in the United States, postpartum care coverage varies depending on your medical insurance, and only a portion of new mothers can afford a service such as a postpartum doula. Since 52% of maternal deaths in the United States occur postpartum, we should be providing this type of care that seems to improve maternal health in other countries with the best rates.

Once the chances of maternal mortality are lower, we need to lower the risk of more people dying from pregnancy or birth, and a segway to that is to lower the rates of unnecessary or unwanted pregnancy.

A big factor is contraception, or lack thereof. There are two main groups that suffer from an insufficiency in contraception. Firstly, low-income communities where people lack easy or affordable access to contraception have higher rates of maternal mortality because with each pregnancy a woman has, her risk increases, and controlling birth rates can help to control maternal mortality. 

Secondly, a woman’s risk of maternal mortality not only increases the older you are, but also the younger you are. Females within the ages of 10 and 20 are more likely to suffer complications so encouraging and providing contraception at a younger age will not only lower the number of teen pregnancies, but improve the likelihood of adolescent maternal death. 

The vast majority of maternal deaths are preventable, treatable, and completely unavoidable. But the finding a medical solution isn’t the first step. The root of the issue isn’t that doctors aren’t trained to handle these types of scenarios. It’s that they aren’t taught from the beginning, that there is a solution. They are taught that other patients are more important, that pregnancy complications aren’t the most valuable area of study. And the government and medical community need to be held accountable for disregarding what is plainly and simply just sexism, and the icing on the cake is the misogyny within our society that stalls the attention that pregnant women and new moms need and deserve. Maternal mortality, pregnancy, and female reproductive health as a whole shouldn’t be put at the bottom of the pile. It is a severe healthcare issue that accompanies many other women’s rights topics. 

And the denial is impossible to disguise. Remember that postpartum commercial that was banned from being aired during the Academy Awards broadcast last year because it was “too graphic”? It would have reached millions of awards show viewers of all genders and sexes, but network executives, mostly men, reject these types of topics because they feel they are not what they think is family viewing material. Yet unabashed advertisements about erectile dysfunction air on the nightly news networks that play on televisions around the country every day. And what’s so sad is that there are only a fraction of people who are aware of this. Everybody, not just women and girls, needs to be taught about the struggles that females face every day with healthcare and other issues. 

Ignorance starts at the beginning. Solving maternal mortality starts with bringing attention to these problems, and only then can we make efforts to stop the deaths that occur every day unnecessarily. It only gets harder to fight the stigma once people have the idea that maternal health isn’t that big of a deal, that it’s just another radical, made up idea. So we need to educate our community and bring awareness to this, and after that, work towards fighting what is completely inexcusable.

So what would happen if we actually cared? If the entire world held the maternal mortality rate of the European Union, 11,000 women would succumb to maternal death each year in contrast to the six-digit figure that it unfortunately, rounds up to be. 11,000 is still tragic, but it is something, and right now, we need to be anywhere we can. 

We just need to remember that it’s possible.

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[disagigglebilities]

Dear doctors,

I have a uterus. I have a fucking uterus. And it fucking hates me.

You try 4 times to fix me with nothing to show but nausea, vomiting, headaches, and irrational anger.

Believe it or not I started out hopeful. I went to the doctors appointment with a spring in my step because I thought that it would finally happen. I would finally be free from pain.

I puked the next night for 4 hours straight. There wasnt even anything in my stomach after.

I was paranoid after that but the 2nd time I went I was hopeful again. Not as much, but still hopeful.

A week in, and I puked 3 times in one night.

The third time I was not hopeful, but I was resigned.

I didnt puke, but I was nauseous the whole time. I woke up and cried for 4 hours because I was so nauseous, but i didnt puke.

The fourth time I was not hopeful nor resigned, I felt it was required.

I didnt puke and I wasnt nauseous, but I had no control over my emotions. I cried, I threw things, my temper was short, my emotions erratic. But I didnt puke and i wasnt nauseous.

And now maybe I should try a 5th time. However, I am not going to. See because this is a hypothetical letter. I have no intention of telling you that i am stopping my birth control pills this time.

I am just going to stop.

Now some people will say that this is a mistake. They are probably correct. I do not predict myself living for many years now that i have stopped.

Why you may ask?

Well doctor, let me tell you something. The thing you are trying to treat is literally, and I do mean the original definition of literally here, making me suicidal.

That's horrible. I know.

Now maybe I will not kill myself for several years. Maybe I will sometime in my 20s. However, it is inevitable at this point. I suppose maybe you could do something if I told you these things.

But I predict you would just put me on antidepressants.

My sister told me to suck it up and continue taking these pills. I wish I could.

My mother does not like knowing I'm in pain. I no longer tell her.

You told me that if I stuck to it, I might feel. better. Might.

And so maybe I am making a mistake. Maybe I should continue. Maybe I should tell you. But I am not.

This letter is long. And yet so impersonal. I went into it thinking I would be swearing. However, I just feel numb. Maybe it is the birth control wearing off. We are at the time I should be taking it. I am not going to though.

My friend does not understand what I am going through. She told me not to talk about it because it's disgusting. I have not.

My friends online, however, felt bad for me at first. Now they just seem irritated that I keep bothering them about my symptoms and problems. I have started to cut back on my complaining. My pain however has not cut back.

I am not good at explaining my symptoms. You are not good at asking me about them. I could try to explain the horrible squeezing feeling in my stomach and how over the years it has expanded until I had it everywhere. But what would be the point. You would just prescribe another birth control.

I am going home in 2 weeks. I am scheduled for a colonoscopy because my periods have started to mess with my intestines. You looked shocked when I told you. And then gave me another birth control.

I expect that even if they find something. They will only take out the parts that are in my intestines. And then they will prescribe me more birth control.

I think the common theme in this letter is the birth control. I am done with it. If they prescribe me another. I am not taking it. And that's all I really want you to know. I'm done taking my birth control. What comes will come. If that means I kill myself in a couple years... so be it.

Sincerely,

Not a pill bottle, but a human being

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