so one of the things that's so horrifying about birth control is that you have to, like, navigate this incredibly personal choice about your body and yet also face the epitome of misogyny. like, someone in the comments will say it wasn't that bad for me, and you'll be utterly silenced. like, everyone treats birth control like something that's super dirty. like, you have no fucking information or control over this thing because certain powerful people find it icky.
first it was the oral contraceptives. you went on those young, mostly for reasons unrelated to birth control - even your dermatologist suggested them to control your acne. the list of side effects was longer than your arm, and you just stared at it, horrified.
it made you so mentally ill, but you just heard that this was adulthood. that, yes, there are of course side effects, what did you expect. one day you looked up yasmin makes me depressed because surely this was far too intense, and you discovered that over 12,000 lawsuits had been successfully filed against the brand. it remains commonly prescribed on the open market. you switched brands a few times before oral contraceptives stopped being in any way effective. your doctor just, like, shrugged and said you could try a different brand again.
and the thing is that you're a feminist. you know from your own experience that birth control can be lifesaving, and that even when used for birth control - it is necessary healthcare. you have seen it save so many people from such bad situations, yourself included. it is critical that any person has access to birth control, and you would never suggest that we just get rid of all of it.
you were a little skeeved out by the implant (heard too many bad stories about it) and figured - okay, iud. it was some of the worst pain you've ever fucking experienced, and you did it with a small number of tylenol in your system (3), like you were getting your bikini line waxed instead of something practically sewn into your body.
and what's wild is that because sometimes it isn't a painful insertion process, it is vanishingly rare to find a doctor that will actually numb the area. while your doctor was talking to you about which brand to choose, you were thinking about the other ways you've been injured in your life. you thought about how you had a suspicious mole frozen off - something so small and easy - and how they'd numbed a huge area. you thought about when you broke your wrist and didn't actually notice, because you'd thought it was a sprain.
your understanding of pain is that how the human body responds to injury doesn't always relate to the actual pain tolerance of the person - it's more about how lucky that person is physically. maybe they broke it in a perfect way. maybe they happened to get hurt in a place without a lot of nerve endings. some people can handle a broken femur but crumble under a sore tooth. there's no true way to predict how "much" something actually hurts.
in no other situation would it be appropriate for doctors to ignore pain. just because someone can break their wrist and not feel it doesn't mean no one should receive pain meds for a broken wrist. it just means that particular person was lucky about it. it should not define treatment.
in the comments of videos about IUDs, literally thousands of people report agony. blinding, nauseating, soul-crushing agony. they say things like i had 2 kids and this was the worst thing i ever experienced or i literally have a tattoo on my ribs and it felt like a tickle. this thing almost killed me or would rather run into traffic than ever feel that again.
so it's either true that every single person who reports severe pain is exaggerating. or it's true that it's far more likely you will experience pain, rather than "just a pinch." and yet - there's nothing fucking been done about it. it kind of feels like a shrug is layered on top of everything - since technically it's elective, isn't it kind of your fault for agreeing to select it? stop being fearmongering. stop being defensive.
you fucking needed yours. you are almost weirdly protective of it. yours was so important for your physical and mental health. it helped you off hormonal birth control and even started helping some of your symptoms. it still fucking hurt for no fucking reason.
once while recovering from surgery, they offered you like 15 days of vicodin. you only took 2 of them. you've been offered oxy for tonsillitis. you turned down opioids while recovering from your wisdom tooth extraction. everything else has the option. you fucking drove yourself home after it, shocked and quietly weeping, feeling like something very bad had just happened. the nurse that held your hand during the experience looked down at you, tears in her eyes, and said - i know. this is cruelty in action.
and it's fucked up because the conversation is never just "hey, so the way we are doing this is fucking barbaric and doctors should be required to offer serious pain meds" - it's usually something around the lines of "well, it didn't kill you, did it?"
you just found out that removing that little bitch will hurt just as bad. a little pinch like how oral contraceptives have "some" serious symptoms. like your life and pain are expendable or not really important. like maybe we are all hysterical about it?
hysteria comes from the latin word for uterus, which is great!
you stand here at a crossroads. like - this thing is so important. did they really have to make it so fucking dangerous. and why is it that if you make a complaint, you're told - i didn't even want you to have this in the first place. we're told be careful what you wish for. we're told that it's our fault for wanting something so illict; we could simply choose not to need medication. that maybe if we don't like the scraps, we should get ready to starve.
we have been saying for so long - "i'm not asking you to remove the option, i'm asking you to reconsider the risk." this entire time we hear: well, this is what you wanted, isn't it?
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I think one of th things with soldier is that a lot of the times ppl just put him at his Maximum Everything. Maximum idiot maximum LOUD. But the thing is hes not really at 100 all of the time. Hes a very 0 to 100 type character. In the comics at least. Like i remember rereading the first comic and just sort of being fascinated by how he Is. Chill isnt really the right word but I dont know how else to explain it.
“The heart makes its own rules” what are you saying.
Anyways i think part of soldiers whole thing is that he operates in his own world on his own rules. He will say shit so casually or matter of factly but hes not always screaming it. Sometimes hes just. Saying things. With a tone that could convince you he knows what hes saying until you register the words and realize he is saying nothing sentences to you.
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And the experience of each man was peculiar. For Pompey's name and power were greater in the city when he was away from it, owing to his campaigns; but when he was at home, he was often less powerful than Crassus, because the pomp and circumstance of his life led him to shun crowds, retire from the forum, and render aid to a few only of those who asked it of him, and then with no great zest, that he might keep his influence the more unimpaired for use in his own behalf. But Crassus was continually ready with his services, was ever at hand and easy of access, and always took an active part in the enterprises of the hour.
Plutarch, Crassus
from the vault of half finished one shots and rejected scenes! what a pair of guys! some real complementary personality stuff going on with these two!
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I know you're a whitney enthusiast but please drop some messed up jealous corrupted sydney.
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- 🤡 Jester
pft, don’t you know that I’m also a sydney enthusiast too, jester? or more like johan is.
if you haven’t already seen this post, involves corrupted yan!syd, if so then, I’m still willing to write for you a few snippets of my stupid ideas.
cw! mentions of violence, blood, non-con, burning, possessive and abusive behaviour, shitty rambles
I think.. I may have unintentionally made sydney terrifying, shit.
jealous c!sydney that can’t help but look in your direction, across from the library counter as you chat away and giggle to kylar’s sketches. their now ex-childhood friend smiling to themselves, proud to be the one responsible for that precious laughter. amber eyes narrowing at the sight, grip tightening, not even realizing they crushed the pen in their hand before a droplet of ink drips down to the carpeted floor.
jealous c!sydney’s fist that doesn’t hesitate to meet whitney’s face the second they openly refer to you as their ‘slut’, the two school mates now thrashing and squirming around on the ground, attracting quite the crowd. the bully sauntering off with a pissed look on the face, utterly humiliated that they lost to sydney of all people. seriously, the bastard is gonna get it once they’re alone again, mark their word. obviously the fallen doesn’t care, for they have you to now tend to their wounds that whitney left behind.
jealous c!sydney who purposefully sends blowed kisses your way whenever you sit at robin’s table during lunch time. of course, they’re petty like that, wants the stupid orphan to know that you’re their partner first and foremost, the one who took sydney’s virginity. enjoys the change in the other’s features, a slight frown forming on their face as they watch the initiate walk away.
jealous c!sydney who insists on marking you, leaving ‘subtle’ traces of their existence across your body. starts randomly nipping at the blade of your shoulder at times, softly claiming they’re only being playful, right? that’s what lovers do to each other sometimes, right? for it is too late once they’ve written their name down on that exact spot again, in bright red letters, unable to be missed by any filthy fucker who tries to get their hands on you.
jealous c!sydney who’s now tugging at your wrist, sneaking you inside the prayer room, insistant kisses sloppily left all over your mouth and face. god, they need you, they really do. wandering hands not stopping despite your protests, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes and flushed cheeks, begging them to stop. lost through maddened lust, no driven wild by their all time high jealousy, does not listen, only ignores your frantic pleas.
jealous c!sydney who now has a torch in hand, shrill screams echoing through the isolated room as the burning fire meets your flesh, forever ingraining themselves into you. warm arms finding their way around your trembling frame, cooing you sweet nothings, reassuring you with kisses as if they didn’t just burn you. burnt your skin, irreparably leaving their mark behind. you won’t leave them after this, not ever.
“oh, my beloved,” sydney murmurs against your ear, tracing the length of their finger across your cheek, smearing fresh blood along the skin. the same one they’d cup at while you two kissed, familiar warmth now replaced with something else, something more.. sinister. darker. “don’t you understand? we belong to each other now. as one.”
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