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tease tidbit tuesday/wip wednesday

tagged by @mammameesh @wikiangela some more i want my blood in your veins aka vampire!buck!

putting it under a read more because it's kinda long but here's that eddie getting jealous of taylor i've been teasing for this fic

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Buck smells her before he hears her call out his name.

He shouldn’t be surprised that she came down to the station today. Taylor is such a fucking tease. Especially when he gets hungry. Like this morning. Humans are easily awakened to the scent of bacon or eggs for breakfast to get them out of bed. Buck wakes up that morning to the scent of Taylor’s blood filling his nostrils. It’s stronger, muskier, and mouth watering than usual. Not like any of the shallow cuts she gives herself to get his attention or the way he breathes in her scent as he’s feeding from her. It not only makes his fangs throb with need, but his cock starts to harden.

Throwing the covers off, he’s greeted with his and Taylor’s still naked bodies from the night before. Both too sweaty and tired to really shower or get dressed in pajamas again. Using his nose as a guide, he sits up and finds a small blood stain on the sheets. Trying not to wake Taylor (not only is she not to be trifled with when hangry, but she is not pleasant when just woken up), he gently nudges Taylor’s legs open. There. That’s where the source of that beautiful, mouth watering scent is. She’s on her period.

Buck knows this time is bound to happen eventually. He remembers times when they’ve hung out as friends he’s smelled a faint scent of her period coming from her. However, it has always been blocked off by a tampon soaking it all up. The cotton smell taking over all of the delicious blood.

When Taylor does eventually wake up, she groans as she sees what’s happened during the night. Grumbling how they have to put the sheets in the wash and now she’ll have to take a handful of ibuprofen to help with the cramps she’ll get throughout the day. How she’ll need to stop at a pharmacy for tampons since Buck doesn’t have any and fuck she hates this time time of the month.

Then Buck sees the morphing of an idea start in her head.

“You can just…suck it out, right? Feed from me here? You can help me get rid of it faster, right, Buck?”

If they had more time, if they didn’t have to go to their respective jobs in record time, Buck would gladly lay on the bed and have Taylor sit on his face. Unfortunately, they live in a world where jobs exist and Buck has to wait to eat Taylor out.

And now she’s here at the station taunting him.

“I didn’t think we were expecting to see you,” Eddie says. His voice is aiming for friendly, but it comes out clipped. Buck tries not to feel guilty. He knows he should come clean to Eddie. Explain why he switched to bagged blood at the station instead of going with him to one of their hideouts when he gets hungry and biting into Eddie’s neck like he used to. “Is it a slow news day or something?”

Taylor’s smile stays in place at Eddie’s barb. “Little puff piece not too far from here. Thought I should stop by and see how you’re doing.” The last she says to Buck. She cups his cheek to get a good look at his eyes. He hasn’t had any blood today. It was half Taylor’s request, half Buck’s anticipation for later today. Now that he’s in closer proximity to her, he can smell it even stronger. She isn’t wearing a tampon right now. Tilting his head he tries to figure out what she’s using. Is it a pad? There’s more blood pooling together.

“I’m good. Excited for tonight.”

Leaning down seemingly to kiss his cheek, she whispers in his ear, “I’m wearing a menstrual cup. Can’t wait to take it out in front of you.” Before Buck’s mind can process her words, she grins her reporter smile to the rest of the 118 and says, “It was nice to see you guys, but I gotta go! I’ll see you at home, Buck.”

A few moments later, Eddie corners him as they’re wiping down the fire truck. “Is everything okay? What did she say to you to make you look so shocked?”

For a long moment, Buck debates on whether he should lie to Eddie. However, he’s been lying to Eddie so much lately, he isn’t sure he can do another lie. Besides, he’s pretty sure if he shares the bare minimum, the conversation would end quicker than if he denied nothing was wrong. So might as well share some of the truth, right?

“Taylor’s on her period. I’m…helping her with it.”

“You’re…” It’s Eddie’s turn to short circuit. “Oh. Right. You would enjoy that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Buck’s defenses aren’t all on high alert, but they definitely are halfway there.

The rag Eddie is using jerks in sharp, staccato motions. “It’s just that – well. It’s blood, so. You would like to…drink from there. Is all. And hey, it’s a free meal every month for what, five days? No biting required.”

“Taylor’s not-her period isn’t-I don’t see this as free meal time. That’s not what this is.” Isn’t it? If Taylor didn’t ask first, how long would Buck ask to drink from her pussy while she’s menstruating?

“But it’s a perk with her.”

“Okay, yeah. Maybe it is. So what?” Buck doesn’t understand where this random hostility is coming from. When Buck told him that he started dating Taylor – started feeding from Taylor – Eddie seemed fine with it. Maybe a little put out that he still wasn’t feeding Buck, but he didn’t seem angry. Or at least, if he was, he would’ve said something to Buck. Except he hasn’t, so he isn’t. So there’s no reason for Eddie to be this mad at Buck for doing what fucking vampires do!

Sighing, Eddie stops cleaning the same spot he’s been cleaning. “You’re right. Your eyes are getting redder by the minute. You need to feed soon anyways. Have fun with Taylor tonight.”

Eddie walks away and Buck is left feeling like he just failed a test he didn’t study for.

#vampire!buck

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rogersideup · 2 years

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Free Love

Nomad Steve Rogers x Avengers Reader

Word count: 4187

Summary: Steve lost everything defending Bucky, so you gave everything up to gain everything you’ve ever wanted- a future with Steve.

Warnings: Mentions of depression, crime, and political opinions. Tooth rotting fluff! My blog is 18+ only! All minors and blogs without an age in bio will be blocked!

AN: My favorite song and my favorite character combined into one, nothing could be better than that. Hope you enjoy!

A phone call.

One single phone call.

That's how you ended up here, laying in lush unkept grass in a field on a hill in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere. The mid summer air was so humid that even if you weren't sweating, there was a permanent sheen and layer of moisture on your skin. Hundreds of cicadas buzzed in providence of some not-so-white noise, sometimes the frogs would join in to create a harmonious soundtrack to the jumbled up mess you found yourself in.

You appreciated the way the shine better out here, the lack of big city light pollution did wonders and allowed them to twinkle and flutter to their full potential. Although you just gave up everything in your life, your heart felt fuller. Nothing to your name, nothing to tie you down.

No bills to pay, commitments to attend, house to clean, boss to please, a world that lost the privilege of your protection.

It was just you, Steve, and the sweet frog cicada melody.

All because the tiny, outdated, plastic burner phone you hid in a tampon box in the cabinet of your bathroom rang, and you decided to pick up the call.

But that's just the thing- you always picked up the call.

The sound of the burner phone ringing punctually at midnight every Tuesday going into Wednesday was your second favorite sound in the world. The first being the sweet yet raspy voice that sounded straight to your ear whenever you'd click the tiniest of green answer buttons.

The moment Steve knew that there was no place for him other than a small cell in a high security containment facility, you had always been his first priority.

He told you what was going to happen; he had to run and you had to stay put.

Throughout the civil war you were always on his side, but with a gut feeling and a lump in your throat the two of you always made it look like you weren't. You both knew it would end poorly, but believed in the cause enough to continue fighting strategically. So, you staged arguments, pretended to fight against him on Tony's team that one day in Germany, even took it as far as moping around and crying at the mention of his name. You feigned anger and resentment as what was left of the team tried picking up the broken pieces and settle into the compound after the Avengers had officially split.

You wanted to run with him, but you also knew Steve would never forgive himself if he took everything from you. He feared you'd be unhappy and start to resent him for it- he would never be able to handle a single glimpse of pure regret in your eyes every time you looked at his face.

So instead of running with him, he reassured you that you two would take the time to make a plan for the future. He'd send you a new burner phone every three months, call you at the same time every week for exactly one hour, and calculate an exact equation that would allow the two of you to live your lives together.

That's exactly what he did. Every time he'd call, he would try is absolute hardest to reassure you that he was doing perfectly okay. That he missed you with every fiber of his being, but playing hide and seek in the far corners of the world would be worth it in the end. He was fine.

His well being was true up until a month ago. You noticed during your weekly calls that he was seeking more and more comfort, dragging on for minutes past what would be safe. He didn't care if the government was able to track his calls, he just needed to hear your voice for a few more minutes. You grew increasingly worried about him- even his voice sounded tired.

You knew something was wrong the whole week leading up to this. You felt it scrape your bones and pain your joints as if a thunderstorm was brewing, so when the phone rang at 11:56 instead of 12 on the dot, your heart sank.

He was having a breakdown, yet still trying to hold it all back. It took hitting the point of explosion to finally confess that he was achingly lonely, exhausted beyond his own means, and missed you so much it physically hurt. He was talking about giving up, mentally he had given up weeks ago.

It took an hour and twenty eight minutes to convince him to let you leave and run with him. It honestly came as a shock when he finally agreed, and you knew that if he was in a better mindset he would've said no.

You, however, were more confident than ever. After almost a full year of thinking it through, you knew as a fact that this is what you needed to do.

The next night you snuck out with nothing but a backpack with some spare clothes, a fake passport and ID, and your most recent burner phone in your pocket knowing you had some stuff where you were headed.

The two of you agreed to meet up at your late Aunt's vacation cabin in the same nowhere you were in the middle of that you had secretly inherited off all records and documentation. When you signed onto the Avengers, you knew it would be important to have a fallback plan and it turned out to be rather useful.

You had turned it into the perfect safe house. Renovated it to be true to its rustic feel but modern and reflective of your personal taste and personality. Hidden money, food and water rations, and a back up power generator.

Steve had been going there from time to time. It was his favorite place to be when he was just too tired to keep trucking along. It became his ultimate place of comfort. Your energy seeped off the walls and into his skin, it tricked his brain into feeling closer to you. Sleeping in a real bed owned by you, bathing in the clean water you made sure he would always have, and staying dry and warm in blankets you've been wrapped up in before.

You arrived a few hours before he did and spent that alone time making your home away from the compound as lively and comfortable as could be.

Freshly washed the sheets and made the bed, filled vases with wildflowers you foraged off the stunning property, and even made sure you got a nice meal for the two of you. It had been awhile since Steve had a meal he could actually enjoy, it was important to you that he got the mental break he really needed.

Fluffing the throw pillows and pacing aimlessly came along with the anxious jitters, the anticipation of seeing your love for the first time in almost a year was killing you slowly.

When you heard the code knock at the door to let you know it was really him and not an intrusion, tears stung your eyes before you even saw him.

But when the door opened to reveal your sweet Steve on the other side, you couldn't help but to break down with him.

He opted to grow a beard, and the blonde hair on his head was long and grown out. The expression on his face combined with his posture told you everything you needed to know about his mental health. He was deep in the gutter.

You weren't really sure why it had shocked you so much. It could've been because you never spoke about appearance on the phone, he never mentioned his change of heart when it came to being clean cut, or maybe you were just in shock because you hadn't seen him in so long. Either way, he looked phenomenal.

No words were exchanged as you held each other in your arms. You both cried for what felt like an eternity- both of you rocking from side to side in order to keep balance on your weak knees before he pulled away to inspect your face.

It was only when you grinned at him did he let out a chuckle and a big smile. You kissed that very same smile, and those tears of grief over lost time turned into tears of joy.

"I don't even have the words" he practically whispered between little sniffles.

"You don't need 'em" She smiled before placing another peck to his soft lips. "I don't think words would really do justice to how I feel right now. I'm so happy to see you."

"Happy tears?" He questioned, using the pads of his thumbs to wipe them from underneath your eyes, while his own fell down his cheeks and onto his shirt.

"Yeah, very happy tears" you confirmed as your hands roamed his back, trying to let your brain catch up to the fact that he really was here with you right now.

"You're even more beautiful than I remember" His hands refused to leave your face. It was almost like he was convinced that if he let go, he wouldn't see you for another year.

"You're hairier than I remember" You joked, still processing his glorious hair and stunning beard.

"That bad, huh?" He sheepishly questioned, eyes hitting the floor.

"God no- you look incredible" You kissed both his cheeks, followed by his nose. "Nomad looks good on ya"

"I'm glad you think so, it keeps people from recognizing me" He explained.

"How are you?" You couldn't even help the hand that made its way up his back and ran through his hair. "And if you tell me you're okay I'm going to call Secretary Ross and turn you in myself"

You were relieved when he laughed and shook his head. "Kind've a hot mess, but just seeing you has already made me feel a million times better."

"I've been so worried about you" you admitted for the first time since getting yourselves into this situation.

"I know" He nodded, pulling you snuggly into his chest and happily keeping you there. "It hasn't been easy on either of us."

"You're okay? Are you hurt?"

"I'm okay, I'm perfectly okay" He reassured you. "Haven't necessarily been fighting any battles recently, that's a huge benefit to keeping a low profile. Are you okay? How'd your travels go?"

"Really turbulent but it didn't even matter. It was still perfect. I don't think you understand how happy I am to be here"

"Are you sure about this?" The question hung heavy on his tongue as his heart ached at the thought of everything you gave up just to be with him.

You pulled away and gripped his shoulders to be able to look into his eyes. "I've never been more sure about anything."

"You haven't necessarily committed any crimes yet, it's not to late to go back." He tested.

A big smile and a giggle snuck past the lips you could barely keep off of his. "I'm pretty sure I'm harboring a fugitive as we speak... traveled with fake identification, and we're in a property I paid to have scrubbed off of maps- miles away from civilization. I think the crime has already been committed"

"How did we even get here? From law defending superheroes to fugitives in the blink of an eye" He let out a deep breath.

"The system is broken, My Love. It's in place to protect the rich and elite while working class citizens and minorities get beaten down further every single day. The law doesn't give two shits about what happened to Bucky or any of those super soldiers who had all fate stacked against them, and it seems like all the service we've put in means nothing to them now. America is in need of serious reform, and I think that their golden boy not backing down for what he believes in is an amazing start." You reassured him.

"You really believe that?" His fingers ran up and down your back taking in the texture of your cotton ribbed tank top. "I've been thinking about it so much that it feels like an exit-less maze. I don't even know what to believe anymore"

"Of course I believe that." The sincerity behind your kind eyes allowed him to believe that maybe he was staying on the right path. "You know I'm stubborn at best, and when I believe in something I'm not going to back down until I get what I want. I've never believed in anyone more than I believe in you, Steve."

"I don't know what I did to deserve you" He kissed your forehead. "I love you so much, Darling"

"I love you a whole bunch" Your thumbs ran over the deep lines between his concerned furrowed eyebrows- pulling the skin gently away from itself. "You can relax now. There's nothing to run from for a little while, alright? We have time for you to settle in and unpack your bag. You know you're safe here?"

"This is where I come to feel safe" He nodded. "Even better now that you're here."

"You'll never have to be alone again"

"I'm going to thank the stars for you everyday"

And that, he did. After dinner and a shower- that's how you ended up under the twinkling stars with your burner phones in the trash, snuggled up in the untamed grass that had gone wild and free in your time away from the safe house.

The blanket underneath your bodies did nothing to keep away the bugs that made your body their living feast, but you didn't even care about the bites. You had all the time in the world to regret not putting on bug repellant later.

Right now, you were free.

You felt as though your lungs were full of helium, if Steve wasn't cradling you in his strong arms you'd float away and be okay with it as long as he had your string tied around his wrist.

He flicked a small mosquito off your shoulder that you didn't even know was there. The flowing lake on the land really had the mosquitoes out for the two of you. "Tomorrow I can come out here and tame the land." He rested his chin on your shoulder from behind. "Just got you back- can't have the bugs eat you down to nothing. Maybe more of them will go away with short grass they can't hide in."

"Yeah? I can help. Don't really have much else to do." You mumbled in contentment. "How nice is that? Nothing to do tomorrow?"

"Or the day after that" You could hear the grin on his voice.

"And after that?" You questioned.

"We're always going to have nothing to do tomorrow." His laugh sounded like heaven softly whisking into your ear. "You're going to get so tired of me."

"Never" You shook your head. "I like the idea of fixing up the property tomorrow, then finding ways to entertain you every day after that."

"Anything else you need fixed up around here? I wouldn't mind planting myself here for a while"

"We can do anything to it" The tone of your voice was making him feel the excitement of possibility. "I redid the place before I even really knew you. Maybe this time we can fix it up to reflect the both of us. We can have a real future here Steve... do you see it?" You motioned your hands in front of your faces as if you were setting a scene for him.

"Honestly? I haven't thought of a future for myself in a very long time. I'm always just thinking about what I'm going to do tomorrow." He admitted.

"Okay, then allow me to paint the picture for you" You sat up a bit, the view of the whole property in your sight. "Imagine, our house way up on this hill."

"I can see it." He chuckled at your antics.

"Can you though? I want you to really see it" You emphasize. "We can have dogs running around our yard, maybe some fruit trees growing in the fields."

"You know I've always wanted a golden retriever" Steve beamed at the thought, allowing himself to envision the life you had created in your head.

"You can finally have one, maybe even two" You shrugged. "The possibilities are endless. We're right next to the water, really it can be the most beautiful thing you've ever seen."

"We're going to have to put up some fencing to keep our dogs in." Steve noted.

"See! Now you're dreaming big. White picket fences... or white oak? Surf green" you settled.

"Both of our favorite color" He noted.

"Imagine this is our little place. We can be completely and totally free, there's no one for miles it's just you and me-" You started.

"-and the dogs" Steve corrected.

"And the dogs" you confirmed. "What do you see?"

You saw the wheels turning in his head before a blush raised to his cheeks and his mouth opened and closed a few times before anything actually came out.

"I see a few more animals other than dogs." He stated confidentially. "Some chickens, maybe a cow? You told me it's your dream to have a donkey. I see a whole homestead, like the Barton's but better cause it'll be ours."

"That sounds just like how I see it in my head."

"Some raised garden beds along the south wall of the house, they'll get the best light there. It's soft in the morning so our plants won't wilt. Herbs, vegetables and fruits."

"You're going to have to be in charge of that, you know I don't have a green thumb"

Steve laughed at your statement. "Baby, you killed that cactus we bought at that cute plant store. It takes a lot of talent to kill a cactus, especially one you swore you wouldn't."

"How was I supposed to know you can over water a plant?" You pouted at him.

"You cried about that for a whole 15 minutes. That's when I knew you'd be the sweetest most compassionate person I'd ever meet" Steve placed a kiss on your cheek.

"It was adorable! Any reasonable person would cry over committing murder" You justified your tears.

"And that compassion is exactly why you'd be better at taking care of the animals" He smiled. "You're motherly that way"

"I'm glad you still think I'm motherly after killing a cactus." Really, the thought warmed your heart. "After you left I was feeling a little lonely so I got a pothos plant and I kept it alive for two whole months before it got sunburned. Who knew plants could get too much sun?"

"Wow! That's a new record. I'm proud of you" Steve let his eyes move back up to the hundreds of stars in the sky while leaning back until he was laying down.

"Anything else?" You questioned while laying down too, your head resting on his stomach. "Don't think I missed the way your cheeks blushed."

"Of course you noticed" You could practically hear him rolling his eyes. "You always notice."

"It's a talent of mine. I love seeing you blush, I'd be damned if I missed a single moment."

"I was blushing because in my head I saw something else." His tone changed from confident to coy as he reached down and grabbed your wrist. Lifting your hand up from its resting spot as you spread your fingers apart to look at it. "After dealing with me and all my antics for years I think I owe you a ring. Riiiiiiiiggghhhhtttt here" He used the tip of his index finger to point to the bottom of your ring finger on your left hand.

"Just to be clear, you don't owe me anything." You wiggled your fingers as you imagined a band on your finger, marking you as Steve's sweetheart for the rest of time. "But, I wouldn't be opposed to belonging to you."

You rolled off of him and laid on your stomach next to him. Once again, he found something more beautiful than the stars to gaze at.

"You don't belong to me, you complete me" He corrected. "It might be a while before we can legally get married, but we can play pretend."

"You could propose with a spare nut from the picket fences and I'd still say yes." You clarified.

"How do we feel about kids?" He raised an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side like a puppy.

"Love 'em" You confirmed with a smile that stretched ear to ear.

"We can have some of those running around too" He suggested. "Our free range, organic babies."

"Hopefully we don't get them confused with the chickens" You poked him square in the chest before letting your hand relax and reside on his sternum. "How many? I was thinking two or three."

"Kids or chickens?" He joked, your restful hand playfully smacked him. "Kidding! You know what would be awesome? Twins"

"Oh yeah" You agreed. "A two for one deal. That would do it for me. I can even do an all natural birth right here in our house to help us keep maintain a low profile."

"That sounds great, but really painful." He noted.

"It's a small price to pay for a dream come true, dontcha think?" You questioned rhetorically. "Temporary pain for a lifetime of tiny Steve's running around."

"Oh no, I want them to be like you."

"Like me?! Now you're just setting yourself up for a complicated home dynamic." You warned bashfully.

"How about we settle for a perfect balance of the both of us?" Steve was now looking at you like you were the stars in the sky, and if there was any truth behind his admiration for you, it was that you shined brightly just for him. He was the reason why your eyes twinkled and your soul lit up to brighten all the dark places.

"I'm willing to compromise."

"I wish I could provide a little more than this." He admitted quietly while his hands traced shapes into your lower back. "Maybe one day we'll be pardoned and our kids can grow up in the city. They can go to fine arts schools and tell all their friends that Dad is silly ol' Captain America and Mom is the best Agent the world has ever seen. You can have a big rock on your finger, and our white picket fences won't even be necessary because real estate is dense in Brooklyn."

"That sounds expensive" You noted.

"That's pretty much the life we had going for us before I got everyone into this mess" He challenged. "Maybe one day we can get it back."

"Any life we can create for ourselves sounds like an amazing future" You admitted. "As fun as city life is, I don't need anything fancy and expensive to be happy. The simple things are far more than enough for me- I don't need anything more as long as I have you."

"You're not just saying that?"

"No, of course not" You shook your head before placing a kiss to each of his cheeks. "I know you feel guilty, but all I feel is pride. This will all be worth it. It's not a setback or an inconvenience. This could be one of the best things that's ever happened to us. We get to sleep at night knowing we aren't going to be woken up to world ending level threats, we can relax. For once we finally get to settle down and put ourselves first."

"This is the first time I've ever seen the bright side"

"Besides, you've already given me all I could ever want, and it's completely free"

"What's that?"

"Love" You stated confidentiality.

"Oh baby, I've got lots of love for you. It'll never run out" He kissed your lips.

"That means we already have everything we'll ever need right now. Kids, chickens and Donkeys sound nice but it’ll all happen with time. But for now, let’s stick with the simple things.”

“You forgot the ring and the dogs and cows” He pointed out. “I learned to love the simple things.”

“Our whole fairy tail life starts tomorrow.” You grinned at him. Your teeth were brighter than the stars.

“Tomorrow when we cut the grass” he smiled back.

“Maybe the day after that I can start sourcing wood for our fence” He pondered.

“We can paint it together, we just have to pick a color.”

“We can use the scraps to build the garden beds.” Steve suggested.

“I can forage leaf litter to fill the bottoms, it’ll aerate the soil” You noted.

“Well now it seems like we’re always going to have something to do tomorrow”

“How nice is that?” You beamed. “We’re going to build our dream life with our own hands, one fence post at a time, and all we needed to start was some free love.”

“Oh free love”

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someone-always-cares · 3 months

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chapter 5, page 63

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[image description: an sac webcomic page. lewis and jade turn on the stairs as schmidt's sparking hand reaches out towards lewis's arm.her hand grabs onto him, the sparks are now gone, replaced by pale lichtenberg figure-like pattern spreading from her hand across his arm. lewis's expression has gone from teeth bared to slack jawed, as he freezes. the colours of the panel intensify into brights and near-neons, the background of the panel is a dark purple spreading over the top panel in a pattern like somewhere between the lichtenburg figure and schmidt's hair. the purplle is overlayed with faint rainbow in concentric circles originating from around schmidt's clenched hand. end id]

there was no update last week due the global strike week. i was originally going to make a seperate post to explain that but I was sick last tuesday and was unable to sit up long enough to make one but anyway.

Please, if you're in any way able to help by donating, or protesting, or writing to your goverment, then please do.

if you don't know where to start one of these might help

i also have a few posts that have these resources and more and i would request that you reblog them instead of this post

#sorry that this is short itss past midnight and i have work in the morning #sac #someone always cares #asking people to reblog those posts instead of this one because theyre more helpful and useful while this post is just a comic page #also if you're in bristol then the palestinesolidaritybristol instagram page might be useful

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"It's typical for Finns to believe that racism doesn't concern us," Shadia Rask of Finnish public health authority THL told Helsingin Sanomat.

The EU's most recent Being Black in the EU report published this fall found that over 40 percent of interviewed individuals of African descent living in Finland reported experiencing harassment in the past year.

The daily noted one particularly distressing figure in the study: 38 percent of respondents reported that their child had been verbally harassed.

HS spoke to kids who have encountered racism.

"Jade" explained how, during the first years of elementary school, teachers often grouped dark-skinned and foreign background students together. A special education teacher was called in to teach a separate math class for dark-skinned children.

"That group also included the best math student in our class," Jade told the paper.

All quiet on the eastern front

With Finland's border shut until 13 December, there has been little activity—if any—at crossing points, reports Hufvudstadsbladet.

Several border stations have taken to social media platform X to report that there isn't much to report, with many saying there hasn't been a single attempt to cross over from Russia in the past few days.

Finland closed the entire border with Russia on 30 November after tensions over asylum seekers.

Tampon tussle

Finnish hygiene product company Vuokkoset's release of a "male tampon" is generating international interest, according to Ilta-Sanomat.

The product, which appeared on shelves this autumn, is similar to traditional tampons, but the package reads "For men."

Vuokkoset, which came out with the tampons during international transgender awareness week has said, "periods aren't just an issue for women, as trans men and non-binary people may also have a womb and periods."

IS cites The Telegraph's reporting that the product has been criticised by feminist campaigners as an "insult" to women who suffer period discrimination.

Dakota Robin, a transgender man and the face of Vuokkoset's campaign, said he was saddened by this reaction.

"Stores are filled with products targeted at women, and these tampons are just a small fraction of the entire range of menstrual products. Tampons designed for men and non-binary individuals do not take anything away from women's products."

#nunyas news #updates from up north #interesting

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readingslover · 11 months

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“You don’t understand. Me gonads, you ovaries!” Let out a very frustrated George as the group gets out of the car. This has been going on since they woke up.

“Oh, that reminds me, we’re out of tampons,” Izzie said.

“Izzie, you’re parading through the bathroom in your underwear when I’m naked in the shower.”

“Can you add it to your list, please? Tampons.” The tall girl replied, ignoring what George said.

“It’s to the list, it’s your turn,” Meredith explained as they walk towards the entrance. It was still dark outside.

“I am a man!” George exclaimed.

“I get that you feel weird about Izzie walking in when you shower. But, what is your problem with buying tampons? It’s normal to buy them.” Amory said.

“I don’t buy girl products. I don’t want you walking in while I’m showering, and I don’t want to see you in your underwear.”

“It doesn’t bother me, okay? Look at me in my underwear George, take your time. It’s no big deal.”

“It’s the same as a bikini, George,” The other blonde said patting his back.

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“You are the first person they see in the morning. You say please, you say thank you, you apologize for waking them up. You make them feel good about you.” Dr. Bailey told the interns while they were changing into their scrubs in the locker room. “Why is that important? Because they’ll tell you what’s wrong. Why is that important? Because then you can tell your attending what they need to know during rounds.” Amory closed her locker and put her hair in a ponytail. “And why is that important? Because if you make your resident look bad, she’ll torture you until you beg for your mama. Now get out there, I want pre-rounds done by five thirty a.m.”

“I better get good patients today. Yesterday I had two guys with colostomies who needed dressing changes every fifteen minutes.” Meredith said after Bailey had left.

“Well, I had a guy who kept calling me a nurse, despite multiple people calling me a doctor,” Amory complained.

“I’m gonna be in surgery. Today is my day.” Cristina said, looking into the distance.

“On what?” Meredith asked.

“Yeah, on what?” The blonde repeated.

“Like I’d tell you. I was here at four and you didn’t get here until four thirty.”

“Why won’t you tell us?” The dirty blonde insisted.

“I’m not the intern who’s screwing an attending.

“Hey, I’m not either. So, you could tell me.” Amory says.

“Oh no, I can’t. You’re smart, everybody likes you. You’re gonna get surgeries either way.”

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Later that day, Meredith George and Amory walked down the hallways.

“There need to be some rules,” George complained.

“So, what, we can walk around in our underwear on alternate Tuesdays, or you could see bras but not panties? Or are you talking about Amish rules? Because if you’re gonna get Izzie to cover herself…” Meredith says.

“The amount of flesh exposed is not the point. You have to do something, it’s your house?”

“It’s my mother’s house.” Meredith corrected Izzie.

“Do you like Izzie?” Amory asked. “Do you have a crush on Izzie?

“Izzie?! No, Izzie, I don’t like Izzie. No, she’s, she’s not the one I’m attracted to.” The boy blurted out.

“No the one, so there’s a one?” Meredith asked, George, while he tried to avoid any aye contact with the two women.

“O’Malley, Grey, Madden, get Karev and head down to trauma. You’re with Shepherd.” The resident ordered as they approached, assigning them their tasks.

“Shepherd's in surgery,” Meredith stated since Dr. Shepherd left the house early to be on time for the surgery.

“He got pulled before he could start.” The resident informs.

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As the group approached their attending for the day, they come across a shocking sight. Their patient was somehow conscious, even with several nails in his skull.

“I can’t see my hands! I can’t see…” The patient informed, panic in his voice.

“Use 4 mgs of morphine. Titrate up to 10. You know what I don’t want him to move.” dr. Shepherd ordered.

“Okay, Mr…?” Amory started

“Cruz, Jorge Cruze.” A nurse told her.

“We need you t stay very still, Mr. Cruz,” The blonde informed him.

“He tripped and fell down a flight of stairs holding a nail gun.” The nurse told the group.

“Somehow he managed to miss a blood vessel. That's a minor miracle. Optic nerve's been affected. Can you feel this? Numbness on his right side.” Dr. Shepherd examined. “What's our immediate concern?”

“infection.” Meredith and Amory said in unison.

“Right. I wanna be pulling these nails out in the next half-hour. I need a CT.”

“CT's are down. They exchanged them out last night. Computer's crashed; have them back up by 1:00.” A nurse informs them.

“So typical.” Dr. Shepherd muttered. “So what are the options?”

“MRI.” George suggested.

“Brilliant. The man's got nails in his head. Let's put him in a giant magnet.” Alex said sarcastically.

“We should do films from three axis points and a C-arm in surgery.” The blonde said.

“Excellent! You guys dig up research and find out if this has ever happened before.”

Just when we where about to leave, Amory heard the man speak again.

“My wife, my wife, my wife.”

“Your wife is on the way, Mr. Cruz”

She then left the room, Meredith being assigned the job of watching over the man.

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After the girl did some research along with George, they approached the attending to inform him of what they found.

“Dr. Shepherd? Turns out there have been 23 similar cases to our patient’s, though one was a suicide attempt, so I don’t think that counts.” George starts.

“It doesn’t count. Anything else that could help?”

“Well, there aren’t any procedures that could but it’s been established that a shorter surgery time reduces risk, and bleeding and infection are the main problems to look out for,” Amory informed him.

“great, so I’m on my own.” He sighed.

“We have also thought of something that could help, but we’re not sure.”

“Go ahead.”

“What if we remove the nails from the exact angle they entered the skull?” George started.

“That way we avoid any further damage so it should be safer.” The girl finished off.

The attending started smiling, seeing the work they had put into this. “You might be onto something. Great work O’Malley, and Madden. You’ve earned a chance to scrub in.”

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“Vertiginous or light-headedness?”

“Light-headed. Sometimes he'd have to brace himself to get out of bed.” George informed him as they scrubbed in for surgery.

“Could be a million things. Simple orthostasis. What?”

“What made him fall down the stairs with a nail gun?” Amory wondered out loud.

“He said he tripped. Just because you hear hoof beats, don't assume zebras.”

“ Something caused him to lose consciousness and fall down the stairs. He could have a tumor.” The boy explained.

“How about, we start with this surgery and after that worry about the possible tumor? He shouldn’t even be alive by now, right?” The girl suggested, having finished scrubbing in.

“Exactly, I have no clue why he’s still moving and talking. Let’s wait before we say something that might not be there.” Dr. Shepherd agreed.

Jorge was really nervous about his surgery, which is completely normal. So Amory suggested to tell them about his wife, which he gladly did.

“She had this thing for red when we met. Red car, red dresses, red hats. Personally, I hated the color. Too obvious, you know? But a couple years ago, I took her up to the mountains. She was in a red dress, and there was this field of red… poppies I think. And she jumped out of the car and ran into them and started laughing, laughing at all the red.”

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While the surgery was happening, the chief narrated what is happening to those in the galley.

“As you can see, the patient has shot seven nails directly into the skull without doing significant damage other than the optic nerve, and we may be able to save that. The idea is to remove the nails at exactly the angle they entered. Any wiggle, and we risk doing more damage than when they went in.”

As Dr. Shepherd removed the nails with his incredible precision, George and Amory assist. After all of them were removed with little to no bleeding, Dr. Shepherd evaluated the situation.

“I don’t think we made it worse. The big question is the optic nerve. We’ll know more in the morning.”

“Should we order the MRI?” The girl asked.

“He needs to stabilize. We'll do it tomorrow.”

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The next day, after finding that Jorge had gotten his sight back, Dr. Shepherd ran some tests as the interns watched.

“Can you tell me what you had for breakfast on Monday?” The surgeon asked.

“Cheese omelet. And on Sunday, and on Saturday, and on Friday. Sone gets up every morning and make me a cheese omelet.” Amory smiled at the couple’s relationship. This is something she hopes would someday happen to her.

“It’s the only thing he likes.”

“It’s the only thing you know how to cook?”

“Okay, things look good, but I need Jorge to get an MRI this morning to check for residual bleeding.” The surgeon informed.

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Turns out George was right, the patient has a tumor. Now they had to inform him and his wife he had a patient.

“Best practice, probably to remove the tumor. "Probably" because I can't get it all.Ninety-nine percent, but not all of it. Radiation and chemo, you're looking at maybe five to ten good years.”

“Let’s do it.” Jorge decided.

“You haven't heard the downside. See, the tumor is located in a part of your brain where your memory and your personality resides. And because of the fuzzy edges of this type of tumor, I have to cut out a lot. Jorge, you stand a good chance of losing your memories. Of losing who you are.” Amory inform them. It’s their job to inform all of the patients of the good side and the bad ones.

“The alternative is gamma or cyberknife treatment with focus radiation. It's less evasive. There's little chance of memory loss or him losing himself but it would only give Jorge maybe three to five years.”

“Three to five years?” Jorge’s wife asked a clear lump in her throat and started crying.

“This is an incredibly difficult decision. If you have any more questions or you need to talk to me, I'm here, ok?” They left the room to let them talk about it.

~~~~~~

The couple decided to have the surgery. Sona explained that she’d rather have 10 bad years with her husband than 5 good ones. It wasn’t Amory’s decision, but she’d rather have 5 good ones, than 10 bad ones. She would want to make memories with the person she fell in love with, not the body of him and the mind of someone else.

Later that night, She came home to find Meredith downing a whole bottle of tequila.

“What’s going on? I heard you advised Sona against the surgery. You know we can’t do that.” Amory asked her moving to sit next to her. “Don’t tell me you’re fine when I know you’re not. So do you wanna talk about it? Or do we just drink this bottle, forgetting about it?”

“I want to talk about it, but I need you to promise me you won’t tell anyone.” The dirty blonde took another sip of the bottle before continuing.”My mom isn’t on a road trip around who-knows-where, she has early-onset Alzheimer’s. She’s in a nursing home. I’m the only one who can visit her and she won’t let me tell anyone. That’s why I advised against it. I know how it is to live with someone who most of the time doesn’t recognize you.” The blonde let out an “oh” and moved closer to Meredith.

“Do you want to be alone? Or can I stay and we share the bottle?” She asked.

“You can stay” Meredith answers passing me the bottle of tequila.

They spent the rest of the night drinking the bottle and talking about gossip they heard from the hospital.

#grey's anatomy #greys abc #meredith grey #cristina yang #george o'malley #izzie stevens #alex karev #preston burke #derek shepherd #miranda bailey #richard webber #grey's anatomy imagines #grey's fanfic

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lindsaywesker · 1 year

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Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Welcome to Too Much Information Tuesday.

There are 328 people in the US called Abcde.

Signs saying 'Beware Of Pickpockets' attract pickpockets.

In ancient Rome, women used tampons soaked in opium.

The best time of the day for hand-eye co-ordination is 8pm.

Fear of heights only begins six weeks after a baby learns to crawl.

Half the buyers of vinyl records in the US don’t own a record player.

The average Briton lies about how they really feel 11 times per week.

The happier a bird is, the jazzier and more free-form its singing will be.

Prisoners in California can reduce their sentences by opting to fight forest fires.

Red lipstick boosts waitresses' tips from male customer but not from female ones.

At a food safety conference in Baltimore in 2014, 100 attendees got food poisoning.

Hippos can retract their testicles over a foot into their body to stop rivals biting them.

Until the reign of Henry VIII, kitchen assistants in the Royal household worked naked.

A cyberchondriac is someone who scours the internet looking for details of their illnesses.

There is more toxic nitrogen dioxide in London's Oxford Street than anywhere else in the world.

As a teenager, Sean Paul was on the Jamaican national teams for both swimming and water polo.

Before the invention of colour TV, 75% of people reported dreaming in black and white. Today, only 12% do.

William The Conqueror banned capital punishment. Instead, criminals had their eyes or testicles removed.

Robert Mugabe's wife, Grace, received her PhD from the University of Zimbabwe two months after she enrolled.

King Harold didn't die at the battle of Hastings from an arrow in the eye: he was hacked apart by four Norman knights.

Astronomers at the Allen Telescope Array in California always keep champagne in their fridge in case they discover alien life.

George Orwell named '1984's torture chamber Room 101 after a BBC conference room where he endured countless, boring meetings.

When Stephen Hawking gave a lecture in Japan, he was asked not to mention the possible re-collapse of the universe in case it affected the stock market.

There is no strong evidence that having sex, going for a walk or eating spicy food helps to induce labour in pregnancy. Nipple stimulation, however, has been shown to work.

By the end of her life, Queen Victoria's bust measured seven inches more than her height (5’ 0”). Did the maths for you: 67 inches! Search “Norma Stitz” to see what that looks like!

The oldest known British joke dates from the 10th century. Found in a book of Anglo-Saxon poetry, it reads, "What hangs at a man’s thigh and wants to poke the hole that it’s often poked before? Answer: A key."

Your dreams get weirder during the night. Shortly after you fall asleep, your dreams are most likely to be about things you did or saw during the day, but as the night wears on they become increasingly detached from reality.

In 1923, a jockey named Frank Hayes won a race at Belmont Park in New York despite being dead. He suffered a heart attack mid-race, but his body stayed in the saddle until his horse crossed the line for a 20-1 outsider victory.

Aphrodite of Knidos was one of the first full-size female nude statues in Greek history. According to ancient Greek historian, Lucian of Samosata, it was so lifelike that a man broke into the temple where it was housed to attempt to have sex with it.

In 1978, Isaac Asimov judged a local limerick contest and deemed this entry to be the best out of 12,000: “The bustard’s an exquisite fowl, With minimal reason to growl, He escapes what would be, Illegitamacy, By grace of a fortunate vowel.”

In 1996, a Hong Kong gangster kidnapped the son of the richest man in Asia and demanded a $130 million ransom for his return. After receiving the money, the gangster later called the billionaire and asked him for advice on how he should invest the money.

French gangster Albert Spaggiari was arrested after his gang stole 60 million francs worth of valuables from a bank. At his trial, he distracted the judge, then leaped out of a window and fled on a motorcycle specially set up for him. He was never caught.

The single biggest expense in the Lego Universe video game was hiring a team of moderators to detect if anyone had built Lego penises. Lego Universe was supposed to be the Lego MMO to rule them all but the PC-exclusive title disappeared from existence not too long after its launch. Despite the team's best efforts, their dong detection software just couldn't keep up with the sheer amount of inappropriate player erections popping up everywhere.

Okay, that’s enough information for one day. Have a tremendous and tumultuous Tuesday! I love you all.

#mixcloud #mi soul #dj #music #new blog #lockdown #coronavirus #books #democracy #brexit #cronyism #election #radio #tuesdaymotivation

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indigo474 · 9 months

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I had a fun time with Marci. We did not make it to the club- we went for a walk and our night of dancing did not happen and i am OK with that. I like Marci and feel safe around her- which is weird because we are so very different. She's lived so much more life than me and its nice to have someone who gives good advice and support.. she has her opinions- strong ones. I think she feels safe with me too.. its a nice friendship and i get Mom vibes from her- today at breakfast we started talking about covid.. I know her political stance- she has never once asked mine and for that i am glad. she has a jacked up shoulder and i suggested it was from the covid shot- she insists its from actual covid. i dont see how. it would make more sense to believe her shoulder problem was from having an experimental liquid injected into her arm than from her having a virus but what do i know? so she keeps saying how many shots did we get.. WE- her and I- how many shots did WE get. I havent had any- and i could have said so, but people get weird and i really feel the only reason i didnt get any shots was because i dont watch tv and i had no fucking idea what was going on in the world during covid- i honestly think had Mads and i been watching tv we would have gotten the shots.. i didnt want to defend my ignorance- of course now, im glad to not have gotten the shot and im glad Mads didnt get the shot.. anyway i took a guess and said 4 shots- i was correct. she says when i turn 50 i have to get a bunch of shots.. i will get a flu shot before i turn 60. maybe at 60 i'll start getting shots. we had a nice time- sitting by the pool and going out to eat and the spa-- the spa was wonderful and i really should start get massages. so wonderful. i liked the facial but did not think it was worth $200. i got the magic milk facial.

i'm going to give up drinking alcohol. i think i should. i really do not like the way it makes me feel- i dont "really" drink- but i do and i think its time to say good bye to it.. and i feel a certain way about this. i'm not sure why. Maybe because it's a social thing- not hat i am social.. but on the few times i am invited out it is usually for a drink. people get weird when they hear someone doesnt drink- i dont even know why i feel like i need to not drink. something is telling me to give it up for good. it's weird and yeah.. i guess i don't drink.

I saw James this week. my back was bothering me again on wednesday when i saw him.. i got my period on thursday.. by friday morning i was having a full blown period. to the point i had to buy tampons. so maybe that was the cause of my back issues. he worked me real hard on upper body on tuesday but went easy wed for lower body.. he changed everything up. totally different routine.. i have no idea what he has me doing. front loaded squats.. i have no idea what anything else is called.. hopefully i'll get to do a full lower body routine this week.. dead lifts.. i think that is what i had to skip because of my back. he says i'll get use to it. i was telling him how i want to start hitting the gym in the morning before work but i am unable to get myself out of bed. i'm up.. i just cant get out of bed. he suggested i maybe start by maybe going for a walk.he asked me if i liked donuts.. i love donuts.. he told me to treat myself to a donut IF i go for a walk in the morning. i told him i could actually walk to dunking donuts.. i'm going to try.. although i'm not sure how starting my day with a donut is going to make me feel. a donut just might be what i need to get me out of bed in the am.

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danniellaval · 11 months

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Growing pains

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First Love/Late Spring - Mitski Mrs. Potato Mead - Melanie Martinez my future - Billie Eilish

The first time you can consciously recall is when you’re around 5 or 6, and you get called gordita, and it’s okay because it’s a term of endearment. You still don’t really grasp the concept of being fat or what society thinks about fat people, and you’re still a cute little child with stick arms and legs and a round belly, so it doesn’t really matter.

You’re about 8 or 9, and you’re getting measured for your communion dress, and you start noticing how the bodies of all your friends are slightly different to yours, but it still doesn’t matter because you’re all still kids with round faces and bellies, and it’s cute.

But then, you’re 11, and you just got your period for the first time. It’s a big deal because you know some stuff about periods, but you didn’t think you would randomly get it on a Tuesday night while being at your dad’s. The red staining your white underwear is as loud and violent as the scream you let out, calling out to your dad who doesn’t really know what to do but helps you in the ways that he can. The next day, your mom has to give you a slight lesson on periods and pads and tampons, and she has to remind you to walk properly because the pad is not that uncomfortable, but now you’re 11 and hyperaware of your body, even when you feel like a giant baby with a diaper between your legs. This is usually when people start commenting on the fact that your boobs have started to grow and that your thighs and ass have gotten bigger, and for some reason, you get more male attention than you should for an 11 year old.

You’re 12 and your classroom reeks like a skunk and there’s a huge uncomfortable talk about hygiene where a bunch of fingers are pointed and people end up crying. You’re mindful of your body odor but also other people’s, and there’s a special kind of cruelty that comes with being a teen that you direct towards others and eventually towards yourself.

Then you’re 13 and, unlike Justin Bieber says, you don’t get your first love. Instead, you get invited to a pool party, and you notice how fuzzy your legs are and how all your friends are shaving or waxing or using hair removal creams, and you’re self-conscious about yours, so you end up asking for permission to shave (as if it isn’t your own body, but adults know better) and since the adults take too long to reply, you end up shaving with a random razor (you do a shitty job). You discover that impulsive actions have consequences and that instant gratification isn’t really worth that much (but you’re not really going to properly assimilate this until you’re about… 23). At this party you do notice the difference between your body and your friend’s and this is where it all really begins.

You’re 14 and your teeth are crooked which makes you hate them. Your friends have crushes and are doing things with boys, and you’re just so disgusted by the whole thing, but at the same time you’re uncomfortable at the prospect of ever getting close to someone like that, so you shelve those thoughts until you’re 15 and you get braces, you’re 16 and you’re at parties, and you dance with boys, and they start paying attention to you, and you start thinking about what would happen if someone came to know you like that.

You’re 16 and your friends have eating disorders and even though you don’t, you stare at your reflection in the mirror and you pull at the skin of your belly and you watch what you eat. You notice how short you are and how there are stretchmarks on your ass and thighs and how you’re so much hairier than other girls and there’s a comment from a so-called friend, from a family member and all those things have been circling in your head for so long that when you’re 17, and you express those concerns to some boy, he will tell you that you’re perfect just the way you are just because he doesn’t want to dive into the vulnerable and scary pool that are your feelings, but he does want to dive into other waters… I don’t really have to be explicit about this, do I?

You’re 18 and 19 and 20, and you don’t really notice how your body has changed, other than changing your hair color and your ever-changing clothing sizes. But then you get told you’ve let yourself go, that you dress weird and that you rarely do your makeup anymore, and what is that hair? And you get up earlier than usual to dress up like you’re still playing Barbie, only to please someone that barely pays attention to you.

You’re 21 and everyone wonders what happened to you because you look sickly and are you eating? You’re not doing drugs, right? When really you’re just tired and life is too much and there’s a pandemic, and you’re working and studying and going through a break-up and really, what the fuck are your early 20s?

You find solace in knowing that at 22 your friends are going through the same thing. You’re overgrown teens, going through a second puberty. The kiddie clothes that you boasted about fitting you in your 20s don’t fit you anymore, and your face is full of acne, your hair is falling out, there are newer stretchmarks on different parts of your body and your family loves to comment on the fact that you’re a little heavier than you should be for someone your age and your height.

23 is spent crying and staring at yourself in the mirror for hours, and hating yourself for your belly that hangs and the numbers that blink back at you from the scale and the cellulite on your legs that looks like the moon’s craters but instead of finding yours as beautiful as the moon’s, you look at yourself with so much disgust that if your gaze were corrosive, you would have dissolved already.

Mom tells you that you shouldn’t mind any of these things, and she strokes your hair soothingly as you cry and complain about hating the body that she carefully gestated for 9 months and took care of for even longer. You wonder if this is as painful for her as it is for you and if she ever hated herself and her body, too.

You listen to Mitski and you finally understand what she means when she sings ‘and I was so young when I behaved twenty-five, yet now I find I've grown into a tall child’, even though you’re not 25 not tall. Then, you realize the ways your habits are damaging you and how you only have one body and one life and are you really going to spend the rest of it hating yourself for things you can change but that at the same time can’t really control?

Why does it matter what others say about your body, if you’re the only one living in it?

It has kept you alive all these years.

It has kept you alive, even when you’ve taken poor care of it because you hated it… But your body has never, not once, given out on you. It has never hated you.

It will continue to grow and transform and bloom into a beautiful thing, if you allow it to.

And I hope you do.

#growing pains #writing #personal #idk if this can be classified as a poem or a blog entry or what #growing up #body neutrality

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elibeeline · 2 years

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I think, on top of everything, that my shark week has started

#so thats on top of a cold. a strained throat muscle. a possible chest infection. seeing bloodfather. working a 36 hour week.#and its too early for me to take any more paracetamol #i'll have some at the end of my break bc at that time i'll only be having it 15mins early which should be fine #then i'll have another dose after work #and one before bed and that should reach the max in a 24 hour timeframe #at least i keep tampons in my work bag :') ughhhhh i shoulda called in sick #if its bad monday evening i'll call in sick for tuesday #which should be fine without me bc tuesdays aren't too awful #and monday evening should give them time to find cover #ugh :')))) fucking bodies why can't i just be a robot #robots dont get illnesses or periods or jobs

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peterparkersned-org · 3 years

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[𝒀/𝑵] 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑩𝑼𝑹 𝑺𝑶𝑶𝑻. (𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔) ♡♥♡♥

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a/n: I just want to say a couple of things before you start reading, you don't necessarily have to read this but I would advise you should because this has been bothering me ever since I started getting likes and follows, which thank you so much for! I didn't expect people to like these so much to follow me and reblog them.

I love each and every one of you, thank you so, so much! alright now on the next thing, all of the incorrect quotes I use aren't mine, I know you guys aren't daft and have probably heard some of the quotes before but I get sure confused when people are like "I love your work!" (btw those comments make my day 1000% better, thank you!)

but I don't really do anything, I try to make the post look aesthetic and all that jazz. I get all my quotes from websites that generate them with the names you put down. egu43jiy5h6tgrwiegtbvs idk why but I just thought I would say this- I prolly look d u m b. anyways! hope you enjoy this post! WILBUR MY BELOVED!!!🧎‍♀️

!TW!: cursing, mentions of a gun, light flirting, and fluff?

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𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘣𝘶𝘳 𝘚𝘰𝘰𝘵 & 𝘠/𝘕

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[Y/N]: Can I have a private talk with you?

Wilbur: Okay, as long as it’s not about tampons because I just don’t understand them.

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Wilbur, texting [Y/N]: *sends a voice message*

[Y/N], texting back: I’m a little busy, is it urgent?

Wilbur: No, don’t worry, just listen later.

*later*

[Y/N]: *presses play*

Wilbur's voice message: THERE’S A FIRE-

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[Y/N]: I've connected the two dots.

Wilbur: You didn't connect sh*t.

[Y/N]: I've connected them.

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Wilbur with a gun to [Y/N]'s head: What happens if I pull this trigger? Heaven?

[Y/N]: Bold of you to assume I'll go to Heaven.

♡ ─ ♡

[Y/N]: You played me!

Wilbur: Like the cheap kazoo you are!

♡ ─ ♡

Wilbur: Can you pass the salt?

[Y/N]: Can you pass away?

Wilbur: Too much salt.

♡ ─ ♡

[Y/N]: And then they ran into my knife. They ran into my knife ten times.

Wilbur: You mean you stabbed them?

[Y/N]: They ran into my knife.

♡ ─ ♡

Wilbur: D*mn, [Y/N], are you secretly cool?

[Y/N]: Well, poker is just math, so I guess it depends on if you consider the mathematician, Carl Friedrich Gauss, cool.

Wilbur: I do not.

♡ ─ ♡

Wilbur: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

[Y/N]: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

Wilbur: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

[Y/N]: Is it working?

♡ ─ ♡

Wilbur: [Y/N] just said "I have an appetite for destruction" and then they reached down and untied my shoe.

♡ ─ ♡

[Y/N]: Swear words are illegal now. If you say one you'll be fined.

Wilbur: Heck.

[Y/N]: You're on thin f*cking ice.

[Y/N]: Oh no-

♡ ─ ♡

Wilbur: Honestly, I am so evil. So full of darkness. I feed of the souls of the living I strike fear into-

[Y/N]: You sleep with a teddybear.

Wilbur: He’s my sECOND IN COMMAND IN MY ARMY OF DARKNESS!!

♡ ─ ♡

[Y/N]: Some of us are still ‘it’ from a childhood game of tag.

Wilbur: way to just f*ck me up on a Tuesday.

♡ ─ ♡

[Y/N]: I think I just figured something out. I got to go.

Wilbur: Aren't you forgetting something?

[Y/N]: Uuh...*hesitantly kisses Wilbur's forehead before running out.*

Wilbur: No, pay your bill! D*mn, who raised you?

♡ ─ ♡

[Y/N]: I desire moisture.

Wilbur: Please just say "I want water" like a normal person.

♡ ─ ♡

Wilbur: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

[Y/N]: Okay.

Wilbur: And make out during the scary parts.

[Y/N]: Th-

[Y/N]: The scary parts.

[Y/N]: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

♡ ─ ♡

[Y/N]: When was the last time you cried?

Wilbur: Uh 15 minutes ago, why??

[Y/N]: really? That recent?

Wilbur: Yeah *voice crack* is that an issue? *starts crying again*

♡ ─ ♡

Wilbur: There's something I have to ask about you-know-who.

[Y/N]: Voldemort?

Wilbur: No.

[Y/N]: Is it Voldemort?

Wilbur: It's not Voldemort.

[Y/N]: You haven’t mentioned wizards once in this conversation, so I’m gonna have to assume it’s Voldemort.

♡ ─ ♡

[Y/N]: Please could you go to the shop and get a carton of milk, if they have avocados get six.

Wilbur, coming back from the store with six cartons of milk: They had avocados!

♡ ─ ♡

Wilbur: That was so hot, [Y/N].

[Y/N]: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets.

Wilbur: I'm so in love with you.

♡ ─ ♡

Wilbur: You want some leftovers?

[Y/N]: What are those?

Wilbur: You've never had leftovers before?

[Y/N]: No, ‘cause I’m not a quitter

♡ ─ ♡

#mcyt #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #dream smp #wilbur soot incorret quotes #dream smp incorrect quotes

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theoreticslut · 3 years

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"Why do they hate me so much?”

pairing: fred weasley x reader x george weasley (*might change)

requested: no

word count: 3k

warnings: mentions of cheating, SFW

A/N: i’m attempting an enemies to lovers kind of story, but i’m not sure if it’ll really come across as that. if you haven’t noticed i kinda just write and whatever comes out, comes out. As i mentioned above the pairing of the story might change as I’m still working on it. right now its heading in the direction of both the twins, but that’s not how i originally wanted it to go, so we’ll see. I hope you guys like what I have so far, I do want to make this into a small series so if you have any comments and/or suggestions please let me know - i would love hearing your thoughts! Xx

Taglist: @justmesadgirl @xuckduck @yikesyikesyikes95 @filipi-yes @aestheticwh0r3 @siredkai @matsuno-nadeshiko @msmarklee1213 @immajustreadwritereblog

^ let me know if you’d like to be added/removed!

“You pig-headed prats!” You holler, huffing as the infamous weasley twins ‘successfully’ pull off another prank, you as their target yet again.

“Oi, sweetheart. That’s a bit harsh for such a pretty lady.” Fred smirks.

“Shove off, weasley.” You hiss as you push through the two who were standing in front of you.

If you spent another minute near them you feared you’d find yourself in detention for a month. The two redheads had a way of thoroughly getting under your skin.

You’re not entirely sure what you’d done to them, but for the better part of two years now you had been the butt of many of their pranks. You’ve had everything from an itching charm put on your robes to mini fireworks exploding out of your books to the most recent of having your wand tampered with to cover you in slime instead of whatever spell you were trying to cast.

Besides that, the two had been beyond irritating to talk to. You could always find them laughing and joking with others, but they seemed much kinder than they were to you. That’s not to say that they were rude or mean to you in anyway, but their jokes and smart replies were definitely not what you needed after having been pranked.

“Y/n! Ohhh, what happened?” Your friend hermione called as you entered the common room, immediately sensing how pissed you were.

“The twins happened.” You grumble, gritting your teeth.

“I don’t know why they keep pranking you! I’ve talked them multiple times about it and I thought they had finally gotten it through their heads that it wasn’t funny.”

“Don’t worry about it, hermione. I think they were just born bloody annoying. It’s what they do and they know they’re good at it, so why stop? It’s not like we plan to be friends or anything any time soon anyway.” You huff, making your way up to your dorm.

“I know, y/n. I know. Just....let me talk to them again. I’ll make sure they stop. It’s not fair to you. Even harry and Ron get annoyed at them for it.”

“You don’t have to do that, ‘mione. I’ll just...start ignoring them, maybe that’ll get them to stop. They’re not worth my time of day anyway.”

“Alright, y/n. Well, let’s get you cleaned up. You are going to need help getting this out of your hair.”

~.~

“You two need to stop this prank thing against y/n. I’ve told you over and over, it’s not funny anymore. Do you know that it took at least five washings to get that slime out of her hair? Five!”

“Oh stop harping us, hermione. It’s not like we’re hurting her any.” Fred says, dismissing her disapproval.

“You’re not hurting her, but you’re certainly annoying all of us.” Ron says through a mouthful of breakfast.

“Why should we stop? It’s fun and honestly pretty great to get a rise out of her.” George smiles.

“Don’t you think she wonders why she’s being targeted? She is our friend, too, and you hardly prank any of us. Don’t you think she might feel a bit frustrated? Don’t you think she wonders why you two have such a vendetta against her?” Hermione pushes, becoming annoyed herself with them.

“We’ll bring it in a bit, but we’re not stopping. She’s just too easy to prank.” Fred finally offers.

“I wish you would stop completely. It’s honestly not fair to her in the slightest.” Hermione sighs, giving up for the time being.

The twins are stubborn and she knows she better take what they give her for now before they revoke their compromise to bring it back completely.

~.~

You groan to yourself as you listen to Professor Binns drone on about history. This was by far your least favourite class, even more so when you’ve had the week you’ve had.

It started monday when you woke up to a surprise visit from Aunt Flo to which you were very unprepared for. You had been meaning to get some more pads and tampons but had been so busy it had left your mind. Not only did it inconveniently arrive, it was also being a major witch this month. As soon as it hit you felt you were going to be sick. The amount of nausea you felt on top of how crampy and achy you were. You honestly felt like you had been run over by the hogwarts express.

Tuesday you had been surprised by a last minute exam that Snape decided to give out. Normally that wouldn’t be a problem, except this really was not your week and hadn’t been able to remember the potions you were being quizzed on. You had just barely passed when you normally received the higher marks that snape rarely gave out.

Wednesday you had just had a very rough day. Everything you had tried to do backfired and you ended up creating more hassle for the professors and your friends than would normally be expected. You spent the day just feeling completely useless, which continued into thursday.

Then, so far today, you woke up late and forgot your tie which earned a deduction of house points. You had spilled a bunch of ingredients in potions which earned even more deducted house points and complete embarrassment. You felt completely disgusting today even though you’ve showered and still looked put together. And most recently, just after lunch you had found your boyfriend has been cheating on you.

To put it lightly, this was just a really bad day at the end of a very rough week. The only thing you’ve been able to be grateful for is that the twins have seemingly stopped pranking you.

They still made smart remarks that you were trying your best to ignore, but for the time being you haven’t found yourself in the middle of one of their pranks.

You’re not sure why, but at least you haven’t had to deal with them on top of everything else this week.

You had managed to get all the way through to dinner where you sat very tiredly. Hermione knew you’ve been having a rough week as you were roommates, but she wasn’t sure what exactly had been happening. You hadn’t been wanting to talk about it. Harry and Ron, however, could tell you were in no mood for anything else even without knowing you’ve had a rough week.

Unfortunately, the twins did not get the memo that this was not your best week and had decided today was the day they’d prank you after leaving you alone for a couple weeks.

they had been planning out how to do so for a few days now and were proud of what they had come with. therefore, It came as quite a surprise to the both of them when you broke out crying after setting a smoke bomb to go off when you lifted your fork.

The food had just been revealed to start dinner when you picked up your fork to grab a piece of ham from the platter in front of you.

Before you could realize what happened, the smoke bomb went off, completely covering you in soot and catching the attention of many of the students in the great hall.

Without being able to hold it in, you had started crying as Fred and George were laughing.

“What have I ever done to you? I’ve tried being nice and it always blows up in my face, quite literally right now.” You sigh, choking on your tears as you stand up from the table to leave.

Fred and George stop laughing when they hear you, their smiles dropping when they realize you had been crying. They watch as you hurry off, hoping to Merlin this encounter wasn’t being listened to and watched by everyone.

“Look what you two have done now! I told you to knock it off with all these pranks. You can’t ever listen though, can you Fred. George.” Hermione states, fuming at the red-headed twins as she gets up and follows after you.

“Oh bloody hell.” They both sigh in unison, slumping into the table.

“Bloody hell is right.” Ron says. “You really don’t want Hermione mad at you.”

“We’re not worried about hermione, mate.” Fred says, keeping his eyes on the door that y/n had left through.

“We just wanted to get her to smile.” George sighs sadly.

~.~

“Y/n!” Hermione calls as she catches up with you in the hall back to the common room.

“Please go, hermione.” You sniffle, wiping at your eyes.

“I’m not leaving my best friend out here crying all alone.” She huffs, crossing her arms as she looks at you.

“I know you had a bad week, but what’s happened? It must’ve been real bad if you break out crying like this, y/n.” She says after a minute or two.

“I’m just so tired, ‘mione.” You cry, shrinking into yourself in front of her.

you felt pathetic yet you couldn’t bring yourself to stop crying. you had been hiding it away all week and you just couldn’t do it anymore.

“Tell me what’s happened.” She urges, pulling you into a hug, her heart breaking for you. she cared for her friends more than anything, but it really broke her seeing you so upset. you were usually such a literal ray of sunshine to everyone around you, that it was painful to see you carrying so much pain.

“I’m so tired and achy and nauseous. All because I’m a bloody woman. I’ve been so unfocused that I’ve lost us so many house points. Well, more than I ever have,” you sob as hermione leads you over to a bench by the window.

“I practically failed that exam snape gave us this week and I made such a mess of his ingredients. He was so furious, hermione.” you whisper, your terrified eyes meeting hers as you recall the way he fumed over your mishap.

“I was so embarrassed. I’ve never done that terribly in his class.” you mumble.

“I’ve been nothing but a hassle to everyone around me this week and I just - I feel so bloody disgusting. It’s honestly no surprise I found my boyfriend cheating on me.” You sigh, crying more.

“He did what?!” Hermione gasped, sighing as you cry harder.

“He’s been cheating on me, ‘mione. For like two months at least! I feel so dumb and used. I really liked him, ‘mione, and he just....he just used me!”

“Take a breath, y/n. We don’t need you getting sick.” hermione urges, noticing how you’re choking for air through your sobs.

“A-and now I’m covered in soot all because the twins have something against me. I don’t know what I could have done! Why do they hate me so much?” You cry.

Fred and George frown as they hear you recount your week, having left dinner to come after you and apologize. They truly had no idea. If they did they wouldn’t have set up that smoke bomb.

“We really messed up, Fred.” George sighs, not being able to take his eyes off you as you cry in hermione’s arms.

“Yeah, we have. Come on, let’s go apologize and try to fix this.”

They make their way over to you and hermione who shoots daggers at them.

“Y/n, we’re sorry. We-“

“Would you two get out of here? You’re some of the last people she wants to see right now.” Hermione states, knowing that the twins are beyond sorry and just want to make sure you’re all right, but taking your emotional needs as her priority.

she knew that they had a bit of a crush on you even though they had never said a thing on the topic. it wasn’t hard to miss, however, when she noticed how often they’d stare at you from across the room, smiling dumbly to themselves and zoning out. it was quite adorable, actually, but she did wonder how they ever thought pranking you was the way to your heart.

“We didn’t know you’ve had such a bad week.” Fred sighs, ignoring hermione.

You start crying harder at the mention of your week. You just wanted it to end. you wanted to curl up in your bed, tucked tightly into the blankets and listen to some comforting sad songs while you cry.

“Fred, George, go back to dinner. I’m taking y/n to our room. She needs to be left alone for awhile.” hermione orders, helping you to stand even though you don’t want to. all your energy has been drained from your body so even lifting an arm to wipe at your tears felt like it was the most difficult task in the world.

The twins sigh, but nod, knowing it’s the truth. Having them around wouldn’t help anything, but they felt so guilty. they just wanted you to understand that they don’t hate you, but rather the complete opposite.

They had never wanted to upset you when they started pranking you. In fact they both saw you as a friend and had a bit of a crush on you that they couldn’t understand. Sure you were beautiful, beyond kind, and a little bit of a fireball, but you were just a girl. neither of them were quite sure when they had started feeling and thinking it, but even though they tried to tell themselves that you were, they knew deep down you weren’t just some girl.

They really aren’t the greatest with their feelings though, especially when their beyond confused with them, and decided pranking you was the best way to show that they liked you. They never prank you to be mean, they just want to make you laugh and see you smile.

~.~

Hermione had gotten you into bed after having you shower and change into some comfy clothes.

She had left to go get herself some dinner and promised she’d be back soon to see how you were holding up.

You had told her not to worry about bringing anything back for you. Instead you were just going to curl up and go to sleep.

You heard a knock on your door and sighed. You didn’t really want to talk to anyone, even hermione. You hummed out however to notify the person on the other side of the door that you were listening.

You hear your door creak open a bit and hear some footsteps enter.

“Y/n? Uh, Fred and I brought you some dinner. Hermione said you didn’t want anything, but you can’t just not eat.” You hear George say, cautiously stepping over to your bed. his voice was filled with concern which you thought odd, but couldn’t care enough to think about too long.

You hear Fred shut the door but you don’t bother looking at either of them. You’re far too numb to care at this moment.

“Y/n?” George asks after not getting a response. he didn’t think you were sleeping, but he wasn’t sure.

“Thanks. Just, set it on my trunk. Or my night table. I’m not really hungry right now.” You mumble, still not bothering to look at either of them.

“H-how are you holding up?” Fred asks, fidgeting in his place.

“Why do you care? You’ve never cared before. Either of you.”

Both the twins sigh, looking at the other with guilt written all over their faces. they’re well aware how they come across to you, but it was truly a complete misunderstanding.

“We know we made you the target of our pranks more often than not, but we weren’t trying to be mean. We just, we really wanted to make you smile. Make you laugh.” Fred sighs.

“Did quite a job at it, huh?” You ask, still staring straight ahead. You don’t have the energy to turn to look at them. And truthfully, you didn’t really want to.

“We-we’re sorry. We had no idea how bad of a week you’ve had. We, uh, we heard you tell hermione everything.” George states, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It doesn’t matter that it was this week.” you deadpan, “It’s the fact that I’ve never once enjoyed your pranks on me. It was pretty obvious, so why would you continue?” You ask, getting a bit irritated at the two twins.

“Well, uh. I-I don’t know. We’re dumb.” Fred answers.

“No, you’re not. You both are so brilliant that I’ve been jealous of you at times, but you just don’t care about school. You’d rather use all your brilliance on tormenting poor classmates or make a girl cry than apply yourselves to classes.”

You knew you weren’t being fair, but you were fed up with everything. You wanted to be left alone. you couldn’t handle socializing, much less able to handle these two trying to make up for what they’d done for years only after you broke down crying.

“No, we never wanted to make you cry. Merlin we feel so guilty that we did.” Fred tries to argue, but is promptly cut off.

“So you really don’t care, do you? You’re just trying to make yourselves feel better.” You say, finally looking over at them, a fire blazing behind your eyes. Both of them look like deer caught in headlights, not sure whether to stay put or run and in which direction if they did.

You watch as Fred gulps nervously as George opens and closes his mouth trying to find the words to not make things worse.

Even though they can’t meet your eyes, mainly because they’re scared of the anger within them, they notice just how awful you look. Not in the sense that you’re unattractive, because Merlin even now you were gorgeous, but awful in the sense of how absolutely heartbroken you look. It truly looks like your soul has been ripped from your body and your heart crushed to pieces.

Your eyes are bloodshot and puffy, your nose red from blowing it into the rough tissues on your bedside table, tear tracks etched into your cheeks almost looking like spilled ink that had run across a piece of parchment.

They can see how tired you are, and how much sadness you’re still holding in. They wish more than anything that they could comfort you, but you were making it very clear that you didn’t want them here.

“Can you please just go? I don’t really feel like keeping company.” You sigh, turning back away from them.

They both nod, even though you can’t see them. Turning to walk away, they stop to look over your form once again. They’ve never seen you so heartbroken and it scared them. You had been a light in their lives, happiness radiating from inside you constantly spreading warm that reached deep into their souls. it hurt seeing that light extinguished.

“We’re really sorry, y/n. For everything.” George sighs, him and fred leaving you to yourself.

#harry potter #harry potter fluff #harry potter imagine #harry potter fanfiction #hogwarts #hogwarts imagine #fred weasley #george weasley #fred and george weasley #fred weasley imagine #george wealsey imagine #weasley twins #fred and george weasley x reader #fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #enemies to friends to lovers #enemies to lovers #series??

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breathlessmorro · 3 years

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Jay headcanons? Or Jaya!

Jay Headcanons

I saw this on another post, but Jay is actually trans and his hair got curly because he started T.

Since him and Morro have both used each other's elements, I honestly like to think that they're brothers. I'm aware of what Tommy said, but reality is what I choose for it to be and I choose for Morro and Jay to be related.

He's a big Emily Dickinson fan, ngl.

Growing up in a junkyard, Jay was always that kid who had scraped knees and bandaids all over him from climbing around on all that scrap metal.

You know what? He sneezes like a kitten. Because it's cute.

Jaya Headcanons

They have a weekly date night called Taco Tuesday, where they either go out somewhere nice to eat, or just spend some time together away from the ninja.

If Nya ever needs and pads or tampons, Jay actually carries some on him in case she runs out. He's also a hundred percent the boyfriend who asked what "size" she wore when he first bought them lol.

Nya has read some of Jay's old poetry and is always trying to convince him to write more. He doesn't because a; he's kind of embarrassed about it, and b; he hasn't written in years.

They spend every anniversary at Mega Monster Amusement Park and joke about "not getting trapped on a rollercoaster of death this time."

Nothing in their house stays broken for long. They always get whatever is broken fixed within thirty minutes when they work together.

#jay walker #jay ninjago #nya smith #nya ninjago #headcanon game #ninjago #jayashipping #jaya #jaya ninjago #breathless speaks

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another-cancer · 3 years

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Chapter Eight: What's a period?

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Summary:

Trouble is brewing back at the order as Marinette learns some awkward information in Gotham.

Notes:

Back from hiatus!

Welcome back friends, with a revised outline I can finally confirm the story to be sixteen chapters! This story has grown a lot from the original Maribat march outline that started it all. Thanks for joining me as we continue this journey.

Updates will be back to the regularly scheduled Tuesdays.

This can also be found on AO3 @another_cancer and Wattpad @another_cAnCeR

Enjoy!

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Stealing was almost second nature to Marinette. After leaving the order, burglary became her way to survive. With her skill set, it was easy. After all, all, once you kill people to survive there isn’t much that is considered challenging within the realm of crime. It was an outlet for the violent side she developed with the order. One that didn’t cause any real harm. She stole from the rich. They weren’t missing any of it anyway, and half the time that didn’t even notice.

She typically pawned the items off to the strangest people and never to the same one. While she may be dead as Ladybug, Marinette has contacts all over the world. Under false names of course. She was extremely paranoid. The girl could rival Batman in paranoia.

On one particular heist, she had a run-in with another thief. However, she wasn’t quite concerned about her surprise partner when Catwoman was standing in front of her.

“Hello,” Catwoman said with curiosity.

Marinette just stared.

“Quiet, huh, well either way that bag looks pretty full, hope you won’t mind if I take from this place too.”

Catwomen took jewels, that was a lot more noticeable than the stuff Marinette took. It would leave a trail. A trail Marinette didn’t need to be connected to her.

“Please don’t take anything noticeable,” Marinette mumbled.

“What was that kitten?”

She repeated slightly louder, “Please don’t take anything noticeable.”

“But what would be the point of stealing unless to piss off the rich people who live here?” Catwoman asked with a grin, “Unless you’re taking for your own personal gain.”

Mental note: Catwoman didn’t like people stealing for their own gain. Marinette wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

“I have kids relying on me, I can’t let this shit trace back to me,” Marinette carefully explained.

Catwoman examined Marinette. Truly taking the girl in by slowly scanning her body. She noticed the slightly raggy clothing she wore. Marinette didn’t wear a mask which made her look like a bit of an amateur to Catwoman. However, when the woman arrived at the house earlier no alarms had been triggered suggesting the girl did a good job sneaking into the house. It was risky, the girl clearly wasn’t new to this.

“You live on the streets,” Catwoman said.

It wasn’t a question, just a simple statement.

She continued, “You’ve stolen before. And you aren’t native to Gotham.”

All statements.

“Correct,” Marinette simply offered in return.

“Fine, let's get out of here and you can explain more to me,” Catwoman said as she headed the way she entered.

Marinette followed. She wasn’t quite sure why, but it felt like the right thing to do. On the other hand, Marinette was confused by the fact the notorious thief ended up taking nothing, had the woman really been so easily convinced by her.

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B a c k i n T i b e t

“Masters,” a teenager greeted as they were welcomed into the elders' chamber.

“[REDACTED] you have been called upon by the gods, we hope you will accept the honor and visit them. They will give you a mission that you shall complete.”

Once again the unspoken words being: if you don’t do it you die.

“Thank you, I will visit them immediately.”

No one was ever called upon by the gods. At least no one is normal. In [REDACTED]’s lifetime, they could only remember one person who ever got the chance to meet them. Ladybug. And now Ladybug is dead. [REDACTED] assumed they were becoming the new golden child. Oh, how wrong could they ever be.

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B a c k to G o t h a m

They were in a warehouse, mostly abandoned. It would be a good place to kill someone. But Catwoman wasn’t going to kill her and Marinette gave up that lifestyle a long time ago. In conclusion, no one was going to be killed, but Marinette’s paranoid brain kept reminding her this would be a good place to kill someone.

“How long have you been stealing?” Catwoman asked seemingly out of nowhere.

Against her better judgment, Marinette replied, “When I was nine.”

“You’re a runaway.”

“Technically an orphan, but runaway also works.”

“You're not even from around here, god the whole system is broken if kids not from Gotham are running away to Gotham,” Catwoman muttered.

“I’m not a kid,” Marinette corrected.

“You look ten, you’re a kid, who is looking after other kids, god that makes it so much worse.”

“I’m sixteen,” Marinette lied, she wasn’t going to give the woman her actual age.

“I wasn’t born yesterday, you’ve barely hit puberty, kid have you even gotten your period yet?”

“My what?”

Shit. She did not mean to ask that out loud.

Catwoman didn’t expect that. Fuck how was she supposed to explain puberty and periods to this girl?

She decided bluntly, “It’s when you bleed from your vagina.”

“That’s natural? I thought-”

It had never been explained to Marinette in the past. She thought something was wrong with her, but then it stopped. It had only happened twice so far, and the bleeding was always fairly light.

“Kid I think it’s time you had a talk.”

Catwoman gave a basic rundown on periods and puberty, she even pulled out some pads and tampons she had stored in the warehouse. By the end, Marinette had a bag filled with period products and a new talk to give some of the street kids.

“I never caught your name,” Catwoman said.

What the hell she had already told the vigilantes mine as well tell the rogues too. It’s not like they would be able to find anything on someone who doesn’t exist.

“Marinette.”

“You’re a good thief Marinette,” she complimented.

“Thank you.”

“I’ve been considering taking in an apprentice lately, you know, try and imitate the bat a bit. And you're the girl who keeps picking fights with Scarecrow right?”

How the hell did she know that. Never mind, it didn’t matter, Marinette had to turn down the offer anyway. She worked alone and wasn’t interested in being a sidekick.

“I won’t be your sidekick, I have things of my own to worry about.”

“Aw too bad, I was really hoping you’d say yes, show that Bat he’s not the only one who can have a bunch of kids following him around, but I get it you gotta keep yourself safe and those kids you said you look after. Good luck!”

And with that, she was sent on her way. What a strange day.

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B a c k i n T i b e t a g a i n

“Tikki, are you sure about this?” Trixx asked.

“I am sure,” they replied, hushing the other god, “Lila Rossi please approach.”

The teenager kneeled.

“Lila Rossi, you have been called in front of the god due to your mastering of illusions. My chosen Ladybug has managed to gain balance in her soul. Ladybug now holds destruction that rivals creation. You will retrieve her from Gotham City and return with her alive. Do what it takes as long as she lives.”

Lila was stunned.

“But Ladybug is dead.”

“You humans are fools, she never died, I allowed her to roam without informing anyone to see if any of you incompetent fools would notice. However, she has gotten too powerful recently,” Tikki explained.

“I understand,” she stuttered.

Trixx moved to the front of the room, “From this day on you will leave behind the name Lila, and you will become Volpina.”

There was a bright light and then darkness. Volpina was outside the chamber.

“Lila,” an elder started.

“Volpina.”

There was an understanding, the elders bowed down to her, and Volpina’s mission started.

///

“I really don’t like this sugar cube.”

“I don’t remember asking for your opinion on my chosen, Plagg,” Tikki sniped back.

///

Notes:

Next week: Marinette has a couple of stalkers and a backstory that goes further back than she remembers.

#living among the regular people of the world trying to blend in #damienette #ml #maribat #enemies to lovers #ml x dc #dc x mlb

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