#girl doesn't have medical certification

[crazypatrolstudent]

I got super bored, so I drew Kumatora as a nurse

It's been a long while since I added shades into my art, so I decided to practice today

#earthbound #mother 3 #earthbound fanart #fanart #mother 3 kumatora #kumatora #i upload it only because i liked the shading #girl doesn't have medical certification #run for your life #lol #sweettooths shenanigans art

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Yandere coworker (part 7)

Tw: non con touching and kissing, reader being cringe on main, cyprus being a horndog as usual

Masterlists, part 1, part 8

You had a mild fever and didn't realize it. You can't believe that it took Cyprus of all people to figure it out. Maybe it's the adrenaline and anxiety that's keeping you chock full of energy.

It was embarrassing when you saw the doctor glancing at the very visible Hickey Cyprus left on your neck. But she doesn't seem to care, all she said was to try and not be so stressed even if it's hard. Because that is most likely whatever is causing your immune system to weaken.

Overall, it's nothing too serious. You just needed a couple of paracetamols and a night of rest. She advised you to come back if any other symptoms arise. You accepted the medical certificate that allows you to be absent from work for 24 hours.

Cyprus paid the bills and collected your medication for you despite your protests and whining about how you can cover it yourself. It isn't because you didn't want to burden him, it's because you knew Cyprus would use this against you later.

You were curled into a pathetic ball on his couch, finally feeling the effects of your fever despite eating a couple of pills earlier. Cyprus made you rest your head on his lap as he watches TV. His arm hanging off the back of the sofa, while the other tangled his fingers in your hair.

He told you that the match doesn't start until later at night, you should take a nap.

You told him straight up that you don't want to, and you rather sleep at home alone. He simply rolled his eyes and huffed at your difficultness.

There was a beat of silence before you asked him another question; why you, out of all the other women he could have pulled? There are others who wanted this... Dynamic between him and them.

"I told you." He leaned in. "You're the only respectful one in that office- you're fishing for compliments, aren't you?" A teasing smirk made it's way to his face.

You vehemently denied, saying that you're no different than anyone else. You bring nothing to the table.

He laughed. "You bring your cute little ass to the table." Cyprus brought his digits to your sides, tickling you to the point of cackling. "You're just what I want. What I need. A genuine, humble, pretty girl for me to spoil rotten."

You tried swatting his hands away, but he ended up firmly pushing you off him and onto the soft cushions, before you could do anything else, Cyprus is already straddling your hips. He grinned as he sees you squirming under him, you had nowhere to escape since he's caging you between his sculpted arms.

"You're such a princess too. So small and so weak against me." He whispered in your ears before brushing his lips against the side of your neck. "I love it. I know I'll love fucking my princess in bed too."

You whined and mewled as he assaulted your jaw with kisses, you couldn't move your head because he was grabbing handfuls of your hair.

You felt yourself heating up, you're unsure whether it's due to your fever or something else.

"But you're not ready yet..." He mumbled against your skin and ceased all movements, he's draped over you like a weighted blanket. Finally, he lifted himself off you, but still hovering over your form.

"You're still so shy." He kissed your forehead, yet his lips never parted with you. "So... meek." Cyprus continued talking. He pulled away and stared deep into your eyes, you noted that his glasses weren't on his face anymore.

"Loosen up, baby. I will make you feel good." Purred Cyprus as he slowly slid his hand under your shirt, feeling up your bare skin.

You stared back while holding your breath, eyes wide and cautious. He snorted and grinned.

"You're so funny, doll. I like your cute, little reactions." He retracted his hand and returned to his original seat beside you.

"Happy now?" He laughed at your flustered state. "Want more? I can give you more. Trust me, I have a lot more to say." Cyprus licked his lips while eyeing you sleazily.

You frantically shook your head, that was enough. You're convinced that he likes you for something that you're trying to get rid of: Your pushover trait. Well, you can't start swinging at him. He's still quadruple your size and you would like to keep all your teeth in your gums.

He guffawed, putting his glasses back onto his face. You flinched when he brought the back of his hand close to you, but somewhat relaxed when you realized that he was only trying to check your temperature.

Cyprus then checked the time on his watch. He got up to go elsewhere but came back a few minutes later with a glass of crisp, refreshing water and your pills.

You muttered a thanks as you went ahead and took another dose.

"Screw the match." You turned your head to him as you took a gulp.

"I'm not going." He slumped back onto the sofa, having his steely grey eyes trained on the television.

You asked why. He narrowed his eyes at you, pointing the remote control at the monitor as he changed the channel.

"My girl is sick. I don't like seeing their ugly mugs and we haven't had dinner yet." You continued staring at him.

"Duh." He concluded his sentence before tossing the remote control onto your lap.

You said that you can take care of yourself. You told him to just let you go home and you'll be out of his hair.

"I don't want you to get out of my hair." He got up and walked to the kitchen. You twisted your head and saw that he was rolling his sleeves up.

Cyprus opened the fridge door to collect the ingredients for dinner. "I'll be taking care of you. What fucking bastard wouldn't care for his girlfriend?"

You said you don't want him to. And you never agreed to be his woman in the first place, you do not care about him as a person at all. You're only here because he kept stealing your belongings, you asked him where your bags are.

"Soap operas are on channel 132, Reality TV, 123." He cut you off as he washed his hands.

You frowned. You said Cyprus is going to let the organizers down.

"And you think I give a crap?" He shot back, putting a metal pot on the stove.

You said they might not let him participate in the future.

"So?" He began julienning some carrots skillfully on a chopping board, you wonder if he had any prior culinary experience with the way he would slice through the vegetable with such precision and speed.

He might... lose his friends? his reputation? And feel bad? You don't know how else to put it.

Cyprus simply hummed and fell into silence, focusing on his cooking instead. You wonder how he could chop a whole onion without tearing up, its invisible fumes are already stinging your eyes at this distance.

You said that he should at least give them a call that he's not coming tonight.

"You know, for someone who doesn't give a damn about me 'as a person', you sure do care a lot. About me." He drizzled some olive oil into the pot. "...As a person." Cyprus continued.

You said that it's common courtesy. You felt bad for the audience and the ones who invited him.

Cyprus scoffed as he went ahead to chop some potatoes. "Are you bored, doll?" He asked. "If you wanted to help out with dinner, you could have just said so."

You're actually bored without your phone, you would take anything at this point to entertain you. The TV isn't showing you anything good. So you asked if there was anything he could let you do.

"You could take a nap." He nonchalantly replied, sauteeing the onions he prepared earlier.

You said you don't want to. You don't trust him.

"Then, let's talk." His eyes never flitted towards you, always on his workbench and stove. "How do you like your foreplay?" Cyprus went on to cut a slab of chicken breast into small cubes, and he threw them into the pot.

You said you don't want anything to do with it.

"So you prefer to fuck straight away?" Once the onions and meat were sufficiently browned, he poured in enough water to cover everything. "Figures. You're always rushing to get to "the point". You should try enjoying the journey sometimes."

You said that you don't want anything to do with sex.

"Whatever you say, beautiful." He laughed.

You sighed and slumped back onto the sofa. Your ears picked up on the sounds of the soup bubbling.

You decided to ask more about him. Might as well gain knowledge that you could use against Cyprus later. You asked about his family.

"Why? Do you want to meet them? I didn't know we were at that stage already. But I'm not complaining." He used a teasing tone when speaking to you.

You stayed silent, wishing that it was easier to talk to him.

He took a deep breath and exhaled, the smile dropped and was replaced with a neutral look. "I have an older sister. Raised by a single mom."

You asked where his father is. He stopped his cooking to look you incredulously in the eyes.

"Really? Not even an "I'm sorry" before asking that straight up? God, you're..." His shoulders sagged in defeat upon seeing your clueless face. "...really something else."

You waited for him to continue. But he simply frowned, almost scowled at your lack of social elegance. Looks like he isn't comfortable telling you about his father.

You asked more about his childhood.

"It was fine." He took out another pot, poured in some raw rice, and washed it under the tap.

You asked about his relationship with his mother.

"She worked three jobs to feed the two of us. Never really saw her around."

What about his sister?

"She raised me. Taught me how to fight, taught me how to cook, built me a backbone, and..." He paused momentarily. "Well. You wouldn't expect a nine-year-old kid to be the best mother in the world. Especially when she never asked for a brother that acts like her son."

He subconsciously brought his hand up to the back of his shoulder.

You asked about the relationship between him and his family now.

"We're doing fine." He placed the lid on the pot of rice and turned the heat up. "My sister lives a couple hours away from me. My mom..."

Now invested in his life story, you stared at him.

"She lives down the street." He placed another lid on the pot containing the soup. Cyprus then walked to the sofa, plopping down next to you.

"She's retired. Good for her, though. She deserves to rest."

You asked if he talks to her. To which, he nods.

"She would sometimes bring some food over. It's weird, I never knew what my own mom's cooking tasted like until I was 19. I only knew my sister's and my own."

You asked if he talks to his sister.

"Nope. Can't say I blame her, though. I was a piece of shit to raise." He brought his hands behind his head and leaned backward.

"What about you?" He asked, his grey eyes piercing into yours.

You gave him a summary of your life since birth and your current status with your family and other relatives, most of them are back in your hometown and home country.

He hummed in acknowledgment. Cyprus went on to check your temperature again, this time by touching the back of your neck.

There was silence between the both of you, accompanied by the sounds of dinner cooking away on the stovetops.

"You look like you have something on your mind. Spit it out." He broke the quietness by gently nudging your leg with his feet.

You blurted out if he chose you because you reminded him of a maternal figure he wanted.

His jaw went slack as he stared at you in disbelief. "What the fuck are you talking about, doll?"

You said that you couldn't give him what he wanted. You suggested going to therapy to work his "mommy issues" out before dating, so he wouldn't get hurt when his girlfriends couldn't fulfill that requirement of his. You do not have a single motherly bone in you, apologizing if you have accidentally come off as that way at first. You can't take care of him like how a proper mothering girlfriend would.

"Obviously! You can't even take care of yourself! What the fuck are you even on about? I'm not looking for another mom. I'm looking for a girlfriend! You-" He took off his glasses and massaged the bridge of his nose. He groaned in frustration and in extreme bafflement.

"Christ, what is with your thoughts? If I was looking for a woman to baby me, you don't even come close. Look at yourself! You barely feed yourself, you either sleep too little or too much, you can't even tell that you've had a fever, You didn't even know when to take your meds, you can't get off that damn phone and you let everyone walk all over you at work. If anything, it's the opposite, I'm looking to baby someone!"

You sat still and listened to his exasperated rant. You cringed internally; yes, you were definitely reaching, desperately trying to get him to let you go by reasoning. You were so sure that this argument would work, because you held this bias where men that have rocky relationships with their maternal figures would want a partner who is motherly. Thanks to your excessive internet usage and limited interaction with the real world.

He tiredly rubbed his face. "You have got to go out more, doll. That... fucking website is rotting you from the inside out."

You looked away in embarrassment.

"You were spewing the exact same bullshit I see online. I can't believe you're--" He heaved a sigh.

"It's fine. Our brains do not work the same during an active addiction." He stood back up and headed to the stove.

You told him you're not addicted to your phone.

"Yeah. And I'm totally not addicted to smoking." He took out a stack of paper bowls from a cabinet. He pulled out a couple of disposable wooden spoons and forks from his drawers.

"Come on, dinner's ready."

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader #oc cyprus #yandere x female reader #male yandere x reader #tw afab reader #tw fem reader #tw non con touching

[anexperimentallife]

Help a disabled, neurodivergent, interracial family get back to the US for medical treatment

After three bouts of COVID and other medical issues over the past six years here in the Philippines, my health has deteriorated to the point at which I'm worried I won't get to watch my little girl grow up unless I can get back to where I can use my Medicare and VA benefits for various surgeries and treatments.

Unfortunately, even with all y'all's help, @thesurestthing and I are still in debt from the two-year ordeal of fixing our daughter's stateless status, so we can't do this on our own. My little sister started a fundraiser for us, and there are a couple of other ways to help, as well. If you can't help, please reblog. Thank you! (The PayPal link takes the lowest fees, but whatever works for you is best!)

If you want more details, they're under the cut:

Six years ago, while still grieving the deaths of my adult sons and a painful breakup, I moved from the US to the Philippines with just what I could carry, in large part because it's actually possible to survive here on the pittance US disability pays. I had kind of given up on life and figured I would sort of drift off eventually. I wasn't going to kick my own bucket, mind you; I just wasn't going to try very hard to keep living. And I figured I'd just pass away someplace beautiful.

Soon after I got here, though, @thesurestthing (also American) started messaging me from the states, told me she was going to come to the Philippines and be my girlfriend (even though I told her no at first), and eventually joined me here. We had a baby under lockdown, and got married.

So now I had something to live for. (And most of y'all know the drama with the error on El's birth certificate that left her stateless and took almost two years and a lot of money to get fixed.)

But I have had health scare after health scare over the past few years, including three bouts of COVID (some of you remember the month I spent hooked up to an oxygen machine), two bouts of pneumonia, a persistent two-year foot infection that took surgery to clear up (and is going to require another surgery to keep cleared up), damage to my heart and scarring in my lungs from long covid, a literal hole in my throat that is growing bigger, a spine injury, joint injuries, osteo and rheumatoid arthritis, a traumatic brain injury that affects my memory and concentration, adhd, bipolar disorder, autism, and other issues.

(Not even getting into the dental stuff--Hope to be able to get that done before we go back, here where it's cheaper, because Medicare doesn't cover that.)

I'm terrified that I won't be alive to watch my little girl grow up unless I can get someplace where I can use my Medicare and VA health benefits.

An old friend of mine is a social worker and on the school board in a small Minnesota city with its own VA clinic, and has offered to help us get settled in there, but we still have to find a place to live (suitable for a couple that includes a physically disabled adult, and who have a toddler), some basic household goods, some cheap used transportation, and need to survive for a couple of months while Zoey looks for work.

Given our situation in general and the fact that right now my disability is our only income, we're probably looking at having to pay at least six months (or possibly an entire year) of rent up front in order to get anyplace to lease to us.

We can't stay with friends because every single stateside friend we have with a spare room also has a cat--and I have an anaphylactic allergic reaction to cats, meaning that I will literally die if I'm around a cat for too long. I've had to go to the ER because I slept in a room that had a blanket in the corner that a cat had momentarily lain on. The only way I can be around cats is if I'm on massive doses of immunosuppressive drugs, which, well... The whole issue here is that I keep getting deathly ill, so suppressing my immune system even more is a non-starter. Oh, and Fel D 1, the protein secreted in cat dander, saliva, and waste, can stay even on hard surface for up to two years, and even longer on porous surfaces.

Again, if we weren't still in so much debt from El's birth certificate debacle, we might be able to do this at least mostly on our own. But as things stand, we can't do it on our own. We need your help.

If you read all of this, thank you very much. And again, if you can't give, please reblog.

For more medical details, check my Rob Gets Medical tag. For more details about Eleanor's birth certificate saga, check my Baby El tag.

#rob gets medical

[i-am-nobody-butvoid]

idk A Pregnancy self insert story I guess Terzo X reader

I'ma make a story with Terzo x Pregnant female Reader

The plot can be like: it's late at midnight, Terzo is at work with his brothers and the others as usual, but he doesn't work that late and Y/N is 9 months pregnant but she's over due and she's hanging out with Sister imperator back at Terzo and her's Mansion. (Maybe the pregnancy is kinda new to Y/N because of not being able to conceive for 8-10 years of infertility, i guess. ) And Sister Imperator is super unsure and worried about Y/N because she has been acting weird all day, but brushes it off while Both of them work on the baby room the whole afternoon. When it was 2 am in the morning, Y/N started to feel a super sharp knife feeling pain in her stomach, and gets up and Goes walk to bed as she's in the dark hallway, she's feels the sharp pain become more and more less tolerant but she goes to bed anyways as she lays down on the bed, She pauses and looks down on the mattress and realized there's a big puddle of water in between of her legs spreaded out. She looks down, Turns out she was in labor and having so much contractions, but she didn't expect them to be that painful than others when their in labor. Y/N is trying to take deep breaths while venting in Agony, rocking herself back and forth on the edge of the shared bed. Until she hears foot steps enter the hallway, and looks up at to see Terzo enter the door. Worriful, He was looking for her in the house and he found her in their bedroom. He rush packing a bag for the hospital as he realized that she was overdue and was in labor, So the walk out the long dark narrow hallway, all the way through the kitchen to the outside door. As they Down The stairs, Terzo guided Acheing and Pregnant Y/N to his nice black S-u-v car, He adjusts the seat as Y/N gently but painfully sits down. As they get on the road, Y/N keeps on groaning in pain almost about screaming until Terzo places his left hand on her stomach comforting Her as he drives but when they arrive to the hospital parking, she's rushed into the hospital by nurses while being placed into a transportation wheelchair. Once in the building, Terzo walks into their hospital room given to both of them, a team of nurses and a doctor come in with stuff. Y/N chose to have a epidural injection, that was needed really bad. As Terzo sat next to Her, seeing her in Labor on the hospital bed, She grasped for his hand as the nurses prepared for delivery. Y/N looks up into Terzo's different colored eyes, full of tears. The doctor removed the blanket on top of her legs while nurses held her legs open. Terzo told her to push rubbing back of her head, She Holds both his hands and tries to Push as hard with all her strength and might. She slumps back and primally screaming from the pain, being hesitant to push out the baby. Terzo Looks in between her legs and the doctor, while he watches the whole birth happen. All the medical staff try to comfort her as they tell her to just push harder. Terzo and some nurses hold her arms, legs and hands as she pushed one last time, she pushed the baby all clean and There was it, the baby was here. The doctor in his hands had a small baby girl crying loudly with her hands in the air, her skin was pink and she had Raven black hair like her father, Terzo. Terzo was just shocked, In emotional disbelief. So much mixed feelings in between Happy and Overly joyed. The doctor cleaned the baby up And wrapped her up in blanket. She was 6 pounds and was placed in his hands reaching out for her. The baby little bright blue eyes looked up at his skull-painted face, smiling. He sat up and placed his newly born baby on Y/N's chest and Kisses her on the lips. Enjoying rest of the night, rejoicing over their new baby girl.

🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀

Thanks for reading!

Ahem.. there is also a bonus…

The baby's birth certificate!

Baby name: Stella Violett Emeritus | Born: October 17 2023 on 4:56 A.M. Gender: Female 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀 She's so beautiful~~~~

(P.s. Stella is my character,so no steal from me. Owo!!!!)

#papa emeritus iii x reader #copia x reader #terzo x reader

[shinsukeee]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞? 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧."

𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬: 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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In the far-off, distant past, there was once a coiling collar.

At the age of 6, Prim was raised to believe one thing. If she were to make her parents proud and happy, then it means she's a good child.

“I want people, I want people,” it cried, this cursed collar.

And so she did. She met every expectations whether small or big, she earned medals at a young age and even had her certificates displayed on the wall.

Don’t get angry. 

"I'm sorry..." Prim softly choked on her sobs as she is kneeling down, clutching onto her father's pants.

Don’t abandon me.

"I won't do it again, I promise!" She begged and cried. All because she made a mistake, she hates it when people yell at her. Why is her father looking at her coldly? Is he leaving her?

Don’t go anywhere.

She was alone in the room, crying. Why did he leave? Didn't she promise to be a good girl? Why? What did she do wrong? She thought she was making him happy!

(Hey.)

As Prim gets older, she kept hearing the same thing from her parents. 'It doesn't matter to us if you're an achiever or not, we just want you to have better grades, but it's better if you are an achiever.'

It strangles me tightly, til I could throw up, whenever no one's, no one's around.

She didn't know when it happened, but she started fulfilling their expectations. She studied hard, getting recognized by teachers and even scoring high marks.

Nice grades, huh?

Prim is holding her report card, the average is high and her conduct is highly satisfactory...yet it feels so...empty to her.

Hey, hey, aren’t I a good kid?

Everytime her mother is viewing her card, she is praising her child for maintaining the high grades. But she nitpicks when her grade in a certain subject is lower than the previous semesters and quarters, causing Prim to feel more pressure.

Aren’t I a cute kid?

Soon, it even turned to appearances. Ever since her father had passed away, she gained weight. She wasn't really all this 'fat' or 'chubby', she's fit.

Hey, hey,

Yet their insults never stopped, it was suffocating to the point she wanted to carve a knife to her skin until she cuts out the imperfect parts of her. Until she began to slowly lose weight, exercising and starting diets even if she has a medical condition that doesn't allow her to eat less.

I’m good, right?

She hated seeing her face, her reflection and body since she gained weight. But as she slowly lost the heavy weight, the fat and chubby cheeks...she could finally be confident in herself, to finally look at a mirror without breaking it.

It hurts, hey...

But why does she sometimes feel like she needs to change some parts of her?

Love me.

She seeks validation, whether through academics or just compliments about her body and face.

Love me.

She even decided to have curtain bangs, to cut her waist-length hair and turn it to a wolfcut.

Love me.

She learned how to use makeup, to make herself look more pretty and hide her ugly parts.

more and more.

"Your eyeliner is amazing!" A girl from Prim's class commented when Prim entered the room. Prim puts on her usual smile for formalities and façades, someone noticed? It felt nice. "Thank you." She softly replies.

Love me.

"If you all need complete notes, you should all talk to Prim." A teacher says during a review session, Prim's eyes widened as she didn't expect anyone to acknowledge her notes. It's pretty, clear and those aesthetic notes you see in pinterest.

Love me.

They were having an activity where a paper with a student's name gets passed around in a circle and everyone writes what the think or see of that person, once Prim read hers, she received many compliments.

So much that it's maddening

Prim gets praised by her teachers that whenever she enters the faculty room, her teachers smile when seeing her.

It's painful

Prim slowly finds herself piled up in duties that were way worse than before, causing her to feel overwhelmed and pressured.

It hurts

She wants to cry, to scream, to be angry. She's human too, why can't they see that? She's not always the Perfect and Smiling President.

Break, break this binding spell, okay?

"Is this what my life would be like?!" She cries to her best friend who remains quiet, gazing at her with pity. She was always known to be perfect, to be able to handle pressure and always come out on top. Yet her closest friends see the truth, how broken and how much pain she endures.

It can't be stopped...

Yet she can't stop this, this responsibility, this pain and this pressure. She was never supposed to be involved in design team for competitions anyway, why did they have to include her in the design team? Once she sent the design, there were no objections. Yet when it was finally discussed upon, those bitches had to fucking ruin it and act arrogantly because someone older was backing them up.

"I'm fucking older than them, I'm the President. I don't use any of these as a way to get things my way, so why the fuck can't they understand and comply when their own ideas are fucking garbage?! I fucking tolerated everything, every fucking headache and stress they give me and this j what I get in return for being so nice, for not being a bitch?!"

Prim throws her bag, destroying everything she sees. Screaming and punching and even kicking things. Destroying graded projects and papers and even attempting to hurt herself. Scratching her body, pulling her hair or hitting her head.

Yet her mother never comforted her, only telling her to stop crying, it's annoying. And it triggered Prim.

No matter how big your body, your body grows, this collar remains small.

Prim continues onto living, putting her dark humor as for 'jokes' when she's thought about offing herself. The fucking adult in the room can't even act like one, yet gives the eldest the fucking responsibility of one. It disappoints and disgusts Prim.

It's agonizing now, but this is nothing new.

She grits her teeth underneath the face mask she wears as she fakes a smile, luckily the face mask hides it. It hides the hatred Prim bears for everyone she despises.

People just, people just—they're not enough.

Prim slowly loses herself in all this pain. If it's not academics she struggles with, it's life.

I vow not to lose to anyone in my class, aren't I a lovely child?

Prim's heart aches and sinks to her stomach each time she reaches the achiever's list, she's happy but only for a short while. Of course, if she tells her mother, that woman would be proud. Yet Prim has to bear the weight of expectations and responsibility again.

(right?)

She can't even play her video games as much as she wants, she can't even laze around for a bit when it's the weekend as much as she wants.

Way more than that child and more than that child. Everyone, marvel at me!

Prim climbs on stage, receives her certificate and smiles brightly before bowing and leaving the stage. Finally, all her hard work and breakdowns made it to where she is now. Is it all worth it?

Behind the gymnasium when I told you that I was in love

"I like you for a really long time now. I know you'd figure that one out easily since you pick up hints that fast." A girl confesses to Prim, she was taken aback of course. Under all that much insecurities and issues she has, someone actually likes her? Or is it just because of how they view her?

Wasn't that kind of a lie?

"Ah, I see..." Prim replies before noticing the girl's nervous expression, she's sensitive to people's emotions. She's scared that if she makes the wrong move, people will hate her and it's all her fault. "How about I think about my answer to you before replying? I...wanna make sure if I feel the same way." She replies, it gives the girl hope. The weight in Prim's chest feels a little light.

I love you so, so very much

Prim accepted the confession, made the relationship work even in long distance. Yet as time passes, that girl seems to change. Be moody, start a fight and not even hear Prim out, even calling out Prim's issue and struggle of being too sensitive to other people's emotions. "You would atleast understand what I'm feeling!" It echoed to Prim's head, she wants to tear that girl apart and rip her to shreds.

Even though I think you are trash.

That girl never went through the abuse and trauma Prim had to undergo, they were never kicked out of the house when they were sick, they never had to experience in facing expectations of everyone or having to change their own body for someone else's sake! Or needing to discard their own pain and feelings because their significant other or family is in pain and need comfort! Or having to fear mirrors because she dislikes the way she looks! Or having to bargain God to atleast change places with her dead father!

Love me.

Now the girl is ghosting Prim. During that time, Prim slowly learned things herself, is this what she really wants in a relationship? To be this hurt and misunderstood just like her mother does? To hate arguments because it reminds her of her mother's fights?

Love me. Love me.

She slowly realized she was losing feelings during the 4 days the girl ghosted her—No, this isn't right! She's supposed to keep her promise! She swore to never be like her father who can't keep a single promise! Why us that girl so cold? Why is the spark gone?! Are they not interested anymore?! Do they not love her anymore?! But Prim loves them! Whether they were being an asshole or a dick, they still accepted the insults and called 'dramatic' for writing Prim's own issues in writing as a coping mechanism.

I'll give you everything.

Everyone knows how devoted and loyal Prim is when she falls in love. Even if there were pretty and handsome people in her school, in her class, she only had eyes for her lover. Wasn't that loyalty enough?! Being excited to talk to her lover after school, to be able to talk to them again...

I'll have you.

And that person broke it off in Halloween, just when Prim had made a gift. Prim felt her world shatter, she didn't know what came of her when she suddenly burned the gift just to feel something. She already lost her own identity, emotions and personality because of everything. She can't feel, what's going on? After all the nights she spent awake trying to understand why this gurl was just so important to her, finally accepting that she is bi...just to be replaced by someone near that girl? A boy?

I'll have you.

She hid the pain from her family, heartbreak is normal after all. People only confess to her because she was the fat pitiful girl, she was used to it. But why does this hurt so much?

I'll have you shoulder everything for me.

She can't cry, she has duties to fulfill. She pushes that pain down and focuses on completing her project and duties as the girl people see her as. Usually, being the President could mean that you are the 'head' or leader of the class when the teacher isn't around, it feels like a dream isn't it? But for Prim? Being the President means needing to do things a Secretary or Monitor should do, needing to keep everyone in check or having to announce events going on in class. Yet the 'popular' girls think they're high and mighty and don't respect Prim, even though Prim wants to hurt them—she never does. She's surprised her patience last that long. Her own adviser is a useless adult as it doesn't even really act like one, giving Prim all the responsibility alone and it makes Prim sick.

It's not enough.

Her eyes lost their shine, she doesn't feel like her body is her own anymore. She doesn't even feel anything, she feels so numb.

You're not enough.

Everytime her mother tries to act affectionate after fighting with her, it makes Prim so sick. She knows she has mommy issues, yet her mom makes everything worse to the point she even questions her own life.

I won't let you go.

She doesn't know what went through her mother's mind, telling her details before, during and after Prim was born. Her father was never present during the time of her mother's pregnancy, he was staying at another girl's house and they broke it off when her mother found out. Yet, they got together when Prim was born. Their anniversary is Prim's birthday, causing her to dislike it.

Please forgive me.

She hates herself even more, disliking her own date of birth. Prim slowly underwent an identity crisis, she has thoughts she wishes to escape that even no internet or music can't help her escape it. She hates her own being, feeling betrayed and offended by the act that her parents had to keep. Pretending to be a 'happy' family, making her think abuse is normal when it isn't. She hates it.

Love me.

Prim doesn't understand why her life became like this.

Love me.

She's been sexually abused since childhood even up till now, no matter what her body looked like.

Love me.

Prim wants to fall in love, to trust someone again after that horrible relationship but...is it really worth it?

More and more.

A lady matures faster than a man is what her mother would say, yet it irritates Prim that her mother never let her experience a proper childhood without all the trauma and abuse or needing to be a perfect golden for validation.

Love me.

When Prim wants to wear what she wants, her mother acts dramatic about it. When Prim wants to put on makeup to make herself look pretty, her brothers act as if it's the end of the world and Prim hates it.

Love me.

Whenever Prim complains, her mother goes "It doesn't matter, you're an honor student now." It makes Prim wonder if that's what's really important to her mom.

So much that it's maddening.

Is her life even worth it just to be a trophy daughter? Is this what she'll grow up to? Pleasing people, putting on façades and always needing to put her pain away because her feelings aren't validated?

It hurts.

She can't breathe.

I won't let go.

Prim gasps for air as she sits up and tries to count to 10 as she takes deep breath.

It hurts.

Prim grips her hair. She's never had an anxiety attack before, she doesn't know what to do. She grabs her phone and tries to breathe. "Hello?" "Mom, come here please." She drops the call and phone as she cries, why can't she breathe?

More, more and hey.

Prim works hard everyday, to make people happy, keep her grades up and to make sure her body maintains it's healthy shape so she won't be rushed to the hospital anymore. She spent her childhood in a hospital and it was torture. White plains walls, machines and tubes around you, oxygen tanks, needles and you feel like wanting to die. Prim's used to the needles poking her skin, she has high pain tolerance after all. Puking acid, that horrible smell of soap they mop the floor with and the food.

This is happiness.

#genshin impact sagau #genshin self aware au #closed walls #you will be found

[jenniferdiazisatransgirl]

A Counter To JK Rowling’s Article in The Times

I try and ignore what JK Rowling is posting but it is kinda hard to ignore and when she is given the platform of a newspaper to post misinformation, I feel the need to counter. (By the way, I copied and pasted this from my FB)

So JK Rowling was given an entire opinion piece in The Times yesterday to write about her opposition to the Gender Recognition Act in Scotland.

Let's make this clear. Who or who doesn't have access to single-sex spaces has nothing to do with the Gender Recognition Act of 2004. It never has done. It is covered by the Equality Act of 2010 where there are actually exemptions where a trans person can be refused access to a single-sex service upon a case by case basis where the goal is to meet a legitimate aim. It however, is not allowed to be a blanket ban.

The one exception to this is prisons, where the accepted practice is that you initially go by what is recorded on a person's birth certificate and a panel should meet on where a trans prisoner is to be held.

The Gender Recognition Act of 2004 covers birth certificates and a persons tax record. When issued with a Gender Recognition Certificate a trans person is issued a new birth certificate in their acquired gender and their legal sex is altered for tax purposes.

This enables a trans person to marry in their acquired gender and for their death certificate to also read the same when they die. It also places a few additional protections. Like for example, a person with GRCs previous gender is not allowed to be disclosed without their consent unless necessary.

Scotland's proposed change removes the medicalisation of being trans which JK Rowling somehow argues will increase medicalisation of children. Not sure how demedicalisation leads to further medicalisation. Plus I have an interesting note about the medical process here.

So to get a doctor to sign off on the fact you intend to live in your acquired gender for the rest of your life you are actually required as part of the medical process to use single-sex facilities of your acquired gender to get that sign off. As I said, single-sex facilities are not under the remit of the Gender Recognition Act, but to get the necessary sign offs to meet the present requirements of the Gender Recognition Act you HAVE to use those facilities. To get sign off for surgery you HAVE to use those facilities.

How do I know all this? Cos unlike JK Rowling who has no experience of being a trans person in the UK and who has no expertise on the subject besides having a seeming obsession with trans people, I am a trans woman who has gone through the entire process from start to finish.

I realised I should be a girl when I was 10 (2003).

I came out when I was 15 and got referred to the local gender identity clinic that same year (2008).

I had my name changed in 2012.

I started HRT in 2013.

I had gender reassignment surgery in 2016.

I got my gender recognition certificate in 2017, after initially being rejected in 2016 because for some reason the Gender Recognition Panel decided the letter from my Gender Identity Clinic didn't meet their criteria. The Gender Identity Clinic who provide these letters fairly routinely.

And before I go I just want to highlight this. The proposed reform to the Gender Recognition Act of 2004 in Scotland are to remove the medical aspects, lower the age to 16 from 18 and make it so you have to only live 3 months in your acquired gender as opposed to 2 years.

JK Rowling argues there is no measure really for someone living in their acquired gender and it is one point I'm tempted to agree with her on. However, the medical process that JK Rowling as a cisgender* woman has never experienced does seem to have a measure for this.

Most of you on here know me fairly well. You will know in day-to-day life my go to outfit is jeans, t-shirt, plaid shirt and depending on the weather maybe a hoodie. At work black trousers and a plaid shirt. It is genuinely how I feel comfortable.

At my appointments at the GIC though, I'd sit down and one of the first things the doctor would do is examine how I was dressed.

Doctor: Hmmmm, I see your wearing jeans today. That's rather masculine attire isn't it?

Me: They're from the women's section.

Doctor: (dismissively) Hmmmm. (writes notes)

And I heard it a lot, that how I choose to dress is not in keeping with the gender roles the GIC expect I conform to as a woman. That I'd never get hormones and surgery if I didn't put on make-up and a skirt for my appointments. And I do not exaggerate. I don't know if they still do it but Porterbrook GIC had an image consultant who REPEATEDLY asserted these things to me during my appointments with her.

Honestly, my appointments to Porterbrook GIC felt like a trip to the fucking 1950s where women were expected to be prim and proper housewives.

I'd like to imagine the gender identity clinics have improved but frankly I still don't hear good things to this day. And God, JK Rowling and her friends like to talk about how trans people are re-inforcing regressive gender stereotypes. Well, the medical process you want us to continue to go through to get a GRC, oh boy is it full of regressive gender stereotypes.

To recap though:

- Who has access to single-sex spaces is not covered by the Gender Recognition Act of 2004, but by the Equality Act of 2010 which does have a single-sex exemption clause where trans people can be excluded from a single-sex service on a case by case basis, where the goal is to meet a legitimate aim.

- The Gender Recognition Act of 2004 covers what my birth certificate says, whether I am husband or a wife when I marry, what gender is recorded on my death certificate and in a day and age when it was less equal, my tax and pension rights.

*cisgender means someone whose gender (sense of self) matches up with their sex. For lack of a better word it is the opposite of being transgender. Like straight is the counterpart to gay, cisgender is the counterpart to transgender.

#trans rights #transgender #gender recognition act #equality act #Scotland #United Kingdom #miscellaneous

[dragoneyes618]

Here's another glimpse into the Badun Detective Agency.

Badun Detective Agency: Death Report.

Name of Detective: Yzla Sorcerer.

Age of Detective: 17 years old.

Date of Report: January 6th, 2017.

Name of the deceased: Lil' Yaz.

Age of the deceased: 19 years old.

File number: 0210.

Report: The Desceased (19, Male. Child of Yzma) appears to have died from an untreated and unexpected case of something called 'Apendictist'.

The Desceased reported feeling an unexplainable sharp pain in his chest two days before he passed-- On Today, January 6th, 2017.

The pain reliever his mother, Yzma gave him didn't appear to do anything to alivate the pain.

He was able to keep anything down and was running a fever, so his mother sent him to bed to rest.

His condition only continued to deteriorate until he was found without a pulse at 5 am by his mother.

His family wasn't able to revive him and none of the medics on the isle nor Yen Sid were able to either.

His employer and friends have been notified.

A death certificate is being issued and no foul play can be detected so he will be put to rest via pyre at the end of the week.

Yzla signing out.

[At the top of the report, a picture can be found paper clipped to the page. In the picture, 5 people can be seen.

Two identical men around 26 with short black hair and ocean blue eyes. Both Dressed in Chippers boy scout uniforms, grinning widely.

in front of them, there was a beaming boy around nineteen with tan skin, dark eyes, and short, curly purple hair that was partly hidden under a golden hat that matched the golden jacket and purple v-neck he was wearing.

One of his arms was draped over as scowling boy in black. his hair was short and black with a faint blue stripe, and the same dark eyes as the first. Looking like he'd rather be anywhere else.

and the other was draped over the last person in the picture. A girl with

thick black hair that was up in an uneven ponytail and dark soft eyes. She wore a magenta off shoulder shirt and had light, almost lavender skin. She was rolling her eyes to the side, but still smiling.

Written at the bottom of the photo were the names 'Lil' Yaz, Yzla, Zam, Zevon, and Zim. January 1st, 2017.']

Yzla chronicling the death of her own older brother.....that's so sad...

Now, this isn't an investigation. Yaz's death isn't a mystery. He wasn't murdered. She knows how he died: of illness. But she doesn't know exactly what illness.

This is the equivalent of an autopsy. But she's not going to cut open her own brother to look for the cause of his death. She doesn't know how to, she doesn't know what to look for. She's not a doctor. And they don't have proper doctors on the Isle. So all she can do is chronicle his symptoms and put the paper with all the other files.

And the photograph....it's not just an impersonal file, written by someone who's seen too much and is jaded, not just clerical paperwork. The writer is a human. The person who died is also a human. Real live people with a real live family who loved each other...until one died, leaving the other to write down what had happened. With the picture in the file, as a reminder to Yzla, a remembrance of her brother.

#disney descendants #descendants #yzla descendants #yzla daughter of yzma #yzla #yzma #lil yaz #yaz son of yzma #deleted character I think #the isle of the lost is a terrible place

[mishkalantia]

Anti-transgender bills in Florida:

Hate.

Fascism.

Genocide.

These are the only words that come to mind to describe what's going on in Florida's House and Senate in March 2023. The Governor of Florida, Ron DeSantis, may as well add a bill to have us wear pink triangle arm bands at this point like the Nazis did.

For the love of God, vote in your next election. People's very lives depend on it.

HB1223:

Strengthen the 'don't say gay' bill. Bans any discussion on sexuality and gender through 8th grade, then vaguely states that any material from 8th to 12th grade must be age appropriate. It doesn't give any guidelines to what that is. The bill also limits pronoun usage to birth gender being the only acceptable use in schools. Teachers have to submit a full list of every. Single. Book. In their class rooms for state approval under the new current law.

SB1438:

This one legislates drag performances. It will fine, suspend, and revoke all licenses for any business that do any kind of drag performances where children are present.

HB1011:

Restricts what flags can be flown at public buildings. Specifically, it is targeting the LGBT flag and the transgender pride flag. But the bill is written so badly that it oddly also includes local government flags.

SB1674:

This one is an anti transgender bathroom bill. Bans anyone from using a bathroom or changing room other than for the sex listed on their birth certificate. Punishments include jail time, sexual misdemeanor infraction on you record, and a 10,000 dollar fine.

HB1069:

Bans sex education until 6th grade. No discussion of periods until 6th grade even for girls who have them early will be allowed by school officials. Abstinence only education as only acceptable education. It would also allow any person in your school district to object to any classroom book, school library book, or a book on a reading list that shows or describes any sexual conduct, even if it is not pornographic—provided it’s not for a health course. It also limits all discussion of gender to binary terms only, including how students and staff are addressed.

HB 999:

Removes all attempts at diversity employment from universities of any kind. Guts diversity programs, as well as ban majors and minors in subjects like Gender Studies, Intersectionality, Critical Race Theory, Radical Gender Theory, and any interest groups for minorities of all types, not just LGBT organizations. Amazing they didn't add anthropology to the list.

SB 952:

Requires employers who allowed insurance to cover gender transition in the past to pay all expenses for detransitioning, even if the employee no longer works for that company.

SB254 / HB1421:

This is the one that scares me the most. Bans all transition related treatment for children. Remove all insurance support for transition related care. Because the bill is badly written, it technically also bans procedures used in some cancer treatments for breast cancer and prostate cancer as medications and procedures are also used for transition. Allows the state to take emergency custody of a child being supported through transition. All transgender youths in Florida under the age of 18 must de-transition by the end of 2023.

It also allows the state to take emergency custody of a child with a transgender parent. Even crossing state lines if one parent lives in Florida.

[cypaira-the-skeleton]

The Blind Man, The Child, and The Giant: Part 1

Some time has passed since Raven was adopted by Roger. After weeks living with him she finally decided to acknowledge him as her father. On the other hand, for quite a few days, Roger couldn't get over the fact of being called 'Dad' without getting the urge to just grab her and hug her real tight. Thankfully, he got enough self-control to not do that. During the next days Roger got himself quite busy. Not only with work, but with things regarding to Raven as well. Since she was homeless and an orphan she practically was non-existent in the society they live in, so he had to give her back the identity she once had by gaining important papers and an adoption certificate, to then take her for medical appointments since she had no medical history whatsoever. He also was looking for a school to send her to, since she's too young to attend the Highschool he works in as a Janitor. He was quite busy, but he managed to handle it with ease.

Raven had quite the improvement with breaking out of her own shell. She started to be more confident around Roger and people in general when in public; although she still doesn't trust other adults as quick. Still maintaining her kind and polite nature she didn't feel scared about sharing her own toughts and opinions, and her separation anxiety started to become less worse everyday. She was finally acting more lively and showing off her true colours. She still is a bit timid at times, but that won't stop her from anything. What really became noticeable was her Mischievous nature. When bored, she has the tendency to pull some small tricks onto Roger, mainly based in taking a non important item away while he's about to use it and have him run after her. It's still unknown on exactly why she does that, but she just enjoys the thrill of it. Sometimes she likes to surprise him when he's about to turn a corner, to then run off cackling and giggling like a gremlin. Other times she likes to ambush him, or as she likes to call them: "Surprise Hugs", where she'll temporarily latch on to either a leg, an arm, his waist, and if he's sitting, his thorso. One time she hid away without a warning, but that only earned a very worried Dad looking for his little girl. She really hated making him worried sick, so she promised she'll never do it again; until she changed her mind and decided to instead lure him to her hiding area thanks to a small jingle bell that she borrowed from a plushie. She sounds like a handful, but she doesn't act all Mischievous everyday. Luckily, atleast for Roger, she knows when enough is enough and won't overdo it.

As of lately, Raven had realised that Roger has been acting happier than usual. She didn't really ask him, thinking she would sound rude. Whenever he came back home he would always have a smile on his face or just be really content. Although curious, she took the situation as an opportunity; the happier he was, the more cuddle time she could acquire. Obviously she's not using him! Besides, she's a sucker for cuddles, and her new father doesn't seem to have a problem with it anyway. She's basically living the life she always wished to have. Just her and her amazing Dad. One day, Roger had came to Raven and warned her that they'll be having a ' Roommate ' soon. Surprisingly she never heard of that word before, so he kindly deconstructed the explanation by saying that someone new will be living in their home. Before he could say anything else she instantly said, "I hope it's not another child", in the most serious tone he could ever imagine. He quickly reassured her that it wasn't the case, and she made it clear to him that she absolutely wouldn't wish for a sibling. He guessed he couldn't blame her after her previous life. He told her that it's a close friend of his that he has been meeting for a while now, and asked him if he would like to live with them and he actually accepted!

She never tought to see him this excited, but all of a sudden he seemed to have gotten a bit serious, "but before the day he arrives, I need to warn you about a few things about him..." That sounded concerning. He then proceeded to describe some details about his character, "First, he's not very social, so he probably won't be interacting as much with us. Second, he's not very fond of physical contact and close boundaries, so whenever you wish to approach him, keep a big distance between the both of you and do not touch him unless he lets you. Third, he has a bit of a short temper, so it's better to avoid disturbing him too much. Other than that, you shouldn't really worry about a thing!" Hearing him describe this friend of his didn't seem exciting anymore, "He doesn't seem that...nice" He could notice her concern, but he wanted to reassure her that she doesn't need to be worried, "I understand that he may sound scary, but he's actually the opposite of what he may seem to be. Remember, whatever happens, I will be there, so you won't be entirely alone". Hearing his reassurance made her feel less uneasy. Maybe she really was judging him too quick, so she decided to give this event a chance.

Some days have passed and it was the day the new roommate is supposed to come. She's in her bedroom, playing with her stuffies, until she heard the doorbell ring. She halted her playtime as she looked over to her door, wondering if it was them. That's when she heard her father call out, "Raven, he's here!" She immediately abandoned her spot as she ran out her room and climbed down the stairs, "Coming Dad!", She called back. As she went down the last step she approached Roger's side, and he proceeded to start the introduction, "Raven, this is Victor...." She looked over to greet back, only for her heart to instantly sink to the pits of her belly. Her gaze slowly trailed up more than it should, and met the most intimidating and angry expression that could ever exist. Right before them, stood a huge man. His hair was black and all set back in a tidy manner, he seemed to have quite the litteral long face, and she couldn't help but notice his pale face covered in all sorts of scars, which made him even more scarier, and what he seems to be blind in his left eye, showing only a jade green colour on his right one. He wasn't just tall, he was humongous! She never knew giants where real, she tought they only existed in fairytales! Hopefully this one doesn't crave the flesh of little kids like her.

As her thoughts and imagination flooded her little mind, Roger cluelessly kept on going with the intro, "Victor, this is Raven. My adoptive daughter". If looks could kill she could have dropped dead as soon as his eyes met hers. That's when he introduced himself, " Hello small child. As Roger mentioned already, I'm Victor.... address me as such...". His voice sounded so deep, serious, and menacing. It was way more different than Roger's slightly raspy but yet warm voice. Hearing him talk made her body freeze up in fear, but to not sound rude she replied with a quivering tone, "H-hello. N-nice to meet you... I'm R-Raven", She was shaking really bad. This can't be really happening, right? Suddenly, Victor leaned down to her, causing her to internally scream at his huge frame, and presented his hand for a shake, "nice to meet you too, Raven...". She doubts it was nice to meet her. He barely arrived and she could feel that he already hated her! Now that he was closer, apart from looking more scary, he seemed to have dressed up pretty formally along with a bowtie. Quite odd for her that he showed up like that. In one of his hands he was holding a duffle bag, probably containing his personal belongings. Her hands where sweating like crazy with all this anxiousness, so before accepting she quickly wiped one of her hands to her shirt as she shakily approaches her hand to his. All she could think was how huge his hand looked compared to hers! He firmly grabbed her hand and shook it, with Raven almost loosing her balance. Once they where done he stood right back up, giving off his intimidating posture once more. She couldn't help but fiddle with her hands as her throat was suddenly feeling dry.

As soon as they where done Roger chimed in, "See, you get along just fine already!" He assumed a bit too much since he can't litteraly see that he's crazy enough to make friends with... That! Yet, she would not dare to burst his bubble or seem mean. She just wonders what he seems to like from this behemoth standing Infront of them. Her train of thoughts was then interrupted as Roger turned his attention to her, "Raven, would you like to help me out with dinner? I was thinking of something simple like... Chicken nuggets and French Fries", she quickly exclaimed a Yay at the remark. She's not a fussy eater when it comes to food, but who doesn't like chicken nuggets? He then asked her to go wash her hands, take the nuggets out the freezer, and wait for him in the kitchen as he guided Victor upstairs. She went and did what he asked her to do, but after taking the nuggets out, the reality of the situation just dawned on her. It wasn't going to be just her and her dad anymore. From then on, 'He' was part of the house hold as well. Which meant that her freedom of doing whatever her heart desires was practically cut short by Victor's arrival. It almost felt as if she was back with her old parents. Forced to walk on eggshells at any step she takes. Just before they left she swears she heard Victor growl in annoyance, confirming the theory that he already despises her.

Did she go through all that just to end up reliving her old life? She really wants to tell Roger that something is not right about his 'friend', but that would make him upset, and probably make The Giant hate her even more. She doesn't want any of this. She doesn't want to live in fear again! She trusts he can't do anything to her, but what if she accidentally made him mad and she was all alone with him? Would he really hurt her? What if he hurt her father as well? No that can't be! If he was Roger's friend he wouldn't hurt him nor her! Whether she wanted or not, all she could see was a dangerous and untrustworthy adult. How is Roger gonna expect her to get used to him living with them despite her trust issues with adults? Did he suddenly... not care? Of course not! He would never act like that! She got so busy thinking and wondering that she failed to notice or hear Roger call for her, that is until he had to raise his voice a bit to gain her attention, "Raven!", And her instant response was to get startled at his presence, to then exhale a reliefed sigh as she finally noticed her father, "Geez Dad don't sneak up on me like that!" He gave her a confused look at her remark, "actually I've been calling your name four times...". She looked at him with a Poker face as she realised how silly she just sounded.

She approached him and gently took his left hand to acknowledge her presence to him, and with the most casual tone she had to express her initial thoughts, "My dear Father.... have you realized that you just invited a Giant into our home?" He seemed more puzzled at her sudden remark, and odd speech, "I'm... sorry...?", He asked as if he hasn't heard her, "Have you realised that your "Friend", is a living Giant?" She roughly replied. Roger was honestly wondering if she was joking, but the way she sounded seemed actually serious, until he realised what she meant, "Aaahhh~...I think I understand now..." he replied with a patient smile as he kneeled down to her level and gently held back her hand, "You...do?" She asked curiously, "You're nervous aren't ya?" He replied confidently. Yeaaa he didn't understand at all. If by nervous he means ' absolutely terrified ', then they're not on the same level. At this point she had to spit out her own opinion, without hurting his feelings, " I mean... I'm not fully comfortable with random adults yet, and seeing him made me a bit....well anxious" He nodded in acknowledgement as he listened, "I see...well...I guess I might be at fault for not properly describing him to ya.." He admitted with a sheepish smile, and she responded, "Ya think?" Almost mocking his dialect.

Her snarky response took him by surprise, but Raven was quick to realise her mistake as she gently cupped his cheeks in apology, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to be rude..." He couldn't really be upset at her, "Heh, that's okay...but I believe you have a point. Yes he might look a bit intimidating..." A bit? She mentally scoffed, but she somehow managed to bite her tounge back; he continued, "but you don't have to worry about him! Remember, he's not the way you may think he seem" He looked so confident, she just couldn't find the courage to argue more about the Titan living in their home, "You're right... I'm sorry if I was rude about him", to show that there where no hard feelings he patted her head as he ruffled her hair a bit, "Trust me, things will be fine. We just need to give him time to get accustomed to us and his surroundings. Ya know, just like you with me!" Was he comparing her to the Giant? She doesn't fully know him yet, but her and Victor definitely have nothing in common!

Almost an hour later, dinner was practically ready, and while Raven was setting the table she had quite the realisation as she turned to Roger, "Dad? Does this mean that Victor will be having dinner with us?" He turned to her, " of course! We can't let him go hungry, can we?" Seeing how things where, dinner was going to be extremely akward, "Speaking of which..." He went on, " Do you mind go tell Victor that the food is ready?" She froze up while she was placing the last fork on the table once she heard her own father tell her to go call the Giant down, "....Eh??" She exclaimed with pure shock, "Me? You want me to tell him?" Has he suddenly gone mad? Is he trying to send her to her own death? At this point Roger was starting to get more confused and a bit concerned at her sudden change of behaviour, "Uh...yea. Besides, I still need to put plate the food so it would be more favourable if you go call him". She really wanted to tell him that sending her to him was like sending her to a lion's den, if not sending her to the cave of a ferocious dragon! But she couldn't, she just could not express her silly fears! So as most would say, she had to deal with it, and reluctantly accepted, "Fine, I'll be going".

She marched on upstairs, making her way to her demise. If she had to tell Roger how she felt he would probably think she's being very silly. So from then on she decided to start keeping her thoughts to herself, and hope for the best. Her bedroom was more on the far end on the right side of the corridor, so she knew that the spare one in the middle was where the Giant now lived, that is until he gets a bigger room for his huge frame to fit better. She stood infront of his door, fidgeting with her hands, her heart racing with anxiety. She really couldn't help but feel scared of this man. She wanted to believe so badly that's he's not what he seems to be, but seeing where she came from, even the most normal looking people can be absolute monsters. Slowly she reached her hand for the door, and very quickly knocked, retrieving her hand away instantly, waiting in anticipation. For her own relief, there was no answer, but she wasn't done from her task yet. As she was about to knock again, she noticed the door was slightly open. Carefully, she pushed it open enough for her to pass through, and noticed Him. He was sitting on his bed, facing away from the door, and somehow he hasn't noticed her presence. It also seems he changed into something more comfortable as well. While trying to find her courage to get his attention, her eyes witnessed a picture frame on his nightstand. Intruiged with her curiousity she 'forgot' what she was supposed to do and casually walked to the frame. Upon closer inspection, she got surprised. It was a picture of Victor with...a giant cat? What really amazed her was the fact that in this picture he was actually smiling! She almost believed he was incapable of other emotions. Just as she was reaching out for the frame, her presence was suddenly noted, "What are you doing here?", He addressed her with a rough and angry tone. Raven couldn't help but yelp in response as she stumbled back in fear, "GAH!" Uhhh...I-...I- uh-...Umm-...You s-see-...!" She trembled as he looked at her. Apparently he was wearing earphones whilst on his phone, explaining why he didn't hear her.

The more she stuttered the more impatient he was getting, "Spit it out already! What do you want?" He huffed in annoyance. Doesn't she know what Privacy is?, he thought. The first moment he saw her he could see that she wasn't as pleased to see him. Infact, he realized that she was terrified of him. Pretty much everyone is intimated of his height and appearance. Honestly, he can't do anything about it. Despite just meeting this child he couldn't help but just feel annoyed of her behaviour already. Roger had claimed that he adopted her, clearly he could see that, yet he felt that both their characteristics where very much the same. Overly happy and friendly; quite the duo indeed. What currently annoyed him the most was the fact that she just walked right in without his permission, thus violating his personal space, and was about to touch an item that isn't hers. At this point he turned fully to her direction, staring down at her as her red beady eyes stared in horror at him. One more move and he was sure she was about to pass out right infront of him. He tapped his foot out of frustration as the child just couldn't get the words out of her mouth without stuttering. Maybe trying to simmer down his nerves should atleast help her talk.

He took a deep breath as he slowly exhaled, forcing himself to calm down, and once more questioned her reason to be there, "Why, are you here?" The frustration was still noticeable in his voice. Finally she managed to take a hold of her speech and proceed to tell him with a stutter, "Umm m-my dad said th-that dinner is-s ready..." It's a miracle he managed to understand her as her voice was almost incoherent. He hummed deeply as he acknowledged her message, "Tell him I'll be down in a minute. Now leave" he finished his sentence with a final warning. Raven didn't hesitate as she bolted to the door, bumping straight into it as she exclaimed an 'Ow!'. He scoffed at her usless hassle as she quickly scampered out of his room. Finally, peace and quiet. Meanwhile Raven flew back down stairs as she jumped off a chunk of the stairs and finally made her way back in the kitchen, out of breath. This took Roger by surprise as he was placing the food on the table, "Are you okay? What happened?", He did sound concerned as she was trying to regain her breath, "I...huff...I told him- huff, I told him...food's ready...Huff! He'll be down in a minute!", She finished with a final huff. He 'looked' at her with a puzzling expression, "And...you ran down stairs just to tell me?" He earned a quick 'Ahah' from the girl as she was still busy gaining her breath, "I already told you to not run downstairs. You could get hurt!" His words have been shrugged off, "Eh! I managed to jump off half the staircase and I'm still in one piece!" Honestly, this child is so unpredictable at times. He shook his head as he ushered her to sit at the table. As predicted, Victor made his way down to the kitchen shortly after.

Raven pretty much cowered in her spot as she saw him approach. Her dad welcomed him, but instead Victor took his plate along with a fork and was about to walk away, "If you don't mind I'll be eating in my room...I'll bring the dish later", he announced as he walked back upstairs. She was surprised, if not utterly reliefed that dinner wasn't going to be awkward after all, "He really does hate being social", she claimed as she munched on a nugget. Roger sat down as he replied, "He doesn't ' hate it ', he's just not so social", in which she responds, "So he's a huge introvert that hates being social. I really don't see a difference". At this point the blind man deeply sighed as he crossed his fingers together, "...I have a feeling you're not so fond of him". To Raven's surprise he actually caught on to something, "What if I wasn't?..." She wanted to say more, but avoiding conflicts was a must in that situation, "I believe I shouldn't worry of you being jealous or anything...but I only wish for you to trust the process. I will be around and I will be doing my part to make him feel as comfortable as possible. Eventually he might start to warm up, but as for now...we just need to be patient" He really tried his best to reassure her, yet she felt as if he wasn't considering her emotions into this...but how could he if she won't tell him what's really going on in her mind? Absolutely nothing was going to be said regarding the Giant and avoid making him sad and disappointed, especially since the whole ordeal was practically on Roger's shoulders; adding more to his list might overwhelm him. Dinner was pretty quiet that night.

Morning came along. It so happened to be the weekend so at least Roger would be home. Raven had woken up without a problem, but noticed that Victor wasn't around. For a moment she thought that what happened the previous day was all but a dream. Even if it wasn't, in that moment it only meant that she could do as she pleases and have a normal day again. After she had a nice peaceful breakfast with her father, which her sudden peppy mood took him a bit by surprise, she grabbed a few of her stuffies, a bandana, and a used up roll of paper napkins and brought them all to the living room, and decided to play Pirates. For the next 10 mins, a whole adventure was being made. The area of the sofa was the ship, the rest of the room was the ocean, the stuffies she brought where crewmates, as for Raven was the captain. Roger was just having his own moment with a mug of tea in the kitchen as he also heard on to the girls exciting scenarios; "Listen up 'ere ye old scallywags! a kraken's been spotted at north sea! all o' ye need to place at yer stations an' be ready to defend our ship! t'is very ferocious an' be able to break our baston like a twig! so be sure to keep a good eye out! fer it be big with long an' sharp tentacles!", Then, a dramatic gasp was heard, "Shiver me timbers! There it goes! The Kraken of the seven seas!", She pointed her "sword" at a reversable octopus plushie sitting on the floor. She turned to her ' crewmates ' casually sitting on the coffee table, "Aye me maties, the kraken be approaching faster than a bunch o' seadogs. Ye better prepare, for it is arriving!" The speech was powerful enough to be quite legit, then she jumped on top the edge of the sofa as she pointed her 'sword' and loudly exclaimed, "ATTA-!" but it suddenly went quiet, the paper roll instantly falling to the floor, as Raven was suddenly starting at annoyed 11ft Giant.

Apperently, by the time she was explaining the approach of the fictional sea creature, it so happened that he was coming down stairs, thus making it seem like she was calling Victor a giant octopus. He glared at her with crossed arms, "Who are you calling a ' Kraken '?" Raven just stared in horror, wishing she was actually facing a giant cephalopod instead. She could barely explain everything as Victor started to approach her. She just froze in her spot, barely reaching his chest at the point she was standing, "I get it, I'm tall! But one thing I won't tolerate from you are name callings! So you better learn to be respectful!" He really sounded mad this time. Raven was desperate to bolt off, but was suddenly thrown a life line as Roger intervened, "Good Morning Victor! How are you doing? Something going on?" Thankfully that was enough to take his attention off the girl. He growled in response as he replied, "You better teach this child some manners before I take things in my own hands!" His voice was starting to raise as well, and Raven's not good with angry yelling adults, especially if she doesn't trust them yet. To her surprise, Roger just kept the absolute cool, "Now I'm sure there must be an explanation for this reason...", He 'glanced' at her, "right dear?..." She knew she had to stand her own ground and explain things from her side, "I-...I was talking about Mr Tentacles.." she idly pointed at the octopus plushie. Victor looked at the stuffie that he practically walked over, and realized he took his assumptions a bit too quick.

"I see...so that means you weren't calling me a giant octopus", he looked at Raven, still with the same angry expression. She quickly climbed down the sofa as she hurried her way to hide behind Roger, "O-of course not! Why would I ever?" She smiled very nervously. Victor just hummed in response. Noticing the smell of cooked breakfast, he now directed his attention to Roger, "mind if I eat in my room?" To which the blind man calmly and casually responded, "I don't mind at all", so just like the day before, he took the food, claimed he'll bring the empty plate later, and left for upstairs. Raven finally exhaled in relief as she trembled. Her dad then kneeled down to her level, "Are you okay, dear?" He got a bit concerned seeing she had to face Victor's behaviour so up close, "Y-yea.. I'm okay..." She was a bit shaken, but thankfully she's fine. "How did you manage to stay so calm? He was getting very mad", he confidently smiled, "I do know him well, which means I know how to act. He might be bigger than me, and he might get scary, but it won't mean that I will back down to his temper. Instead, I will diffuse it". His answer left her quite impressed; not only this man is capable of living a normal life, have hobbies, and do all sort of things without sight, but the fact he's not scared of a living giant is impressive on another level! "You're so brave~" is all she managed to whisper, "I guess you could call it that way..." He replied with a soft smile, "but do you know what's brave?" He asked as he stood up and went to the coat hanger, "What's more braver than facing an angry tall person?" Raven replied curiously. Roger than proceeded to wear his hat and grabbed his walking cane from the middle and pointed it roughly to Raven's direction, "Fightin' off a giant kraken that be twice bigger than yer baston!" He surprisingly replied with quite a good pirate accent. Noticing that he indirectly just joined her little roleplay, she happily grabs the paper roll and play right along, "Ye be absolutely right, me matey!" Joining in her game was on purpose to help ease down the tensity of before, but he even was curious how the battle between the pirates and the kraken was gonna end.

Days kept going past. Since the day Victor joined the household nothing much has changed, except that he nows lived with them, Roger has a grown up he can talk to if the Giant permits, and as for Raven... she's been trying her hardest to avoid him. If she doesn't bother him she knows she'll be out of trouble, so whenever he shows up in a room she will either leave or just be very still and very quiet. He still isn't very social but she did notice her father trying to get him used to his new environment. Occasionally she even saw him do these little "sessions" with him that specifically revolved around his personal boundaries and physical touch, but he still wasn't very fond of all of that yet. One time she even saw Victor audibly growl or hiss at Roger for sitting too close to him, almost like a giant cat. She took note to Never try and stay close to him. All this time it almost felt as if she was actually with her old family. She was afraid of just being her. Even breathing was something she was afraid to do when he's around. It's almost as if she just went back to square one. But Roger would have noticed this behaviour, right? She planned that out as well. While getting to know him she studied his behaviour and characteristics, so she knew that if she acted abnormal around him he would know something was wrong, so whenever the three of them where in the same room, she would do her hardest to act as natural as possible.

The only down side to all of that, is that Raven was now more anxious and stressed than she used to be. This constant pretend was taking a huge toll on her. She couldn't for anyone's sake tell her father how she felt, in fear of judgement and hurting feelings. It's not the first time she had to excuse herself from the room just so she can avoid having a nervous breakdown whenever the Giant was around. What she didn't know, was that Victor could notice all of it. Even if he doesn't interact with her as much he realised that she's acting a bit odd. Roger would sometimes tell things about the little girl that don't match alot to her current behaviour. He concluded it was because she's afraid of him, and he still can't do anything about it. He could see right through her that she was trying to fool her old man in thinking everything's fine, but it wasn't; but that was none of his concern. This was something between the two of them and he wasn't going to interfere. He obviously means no harm, he's just like that. He can't help feeling uncomfortable when people are too close to him, and physical touch makes him pretty unnerved, as for his anger... he's trying his best to handle his emotions. Roger is only trying to help him feel safe and at home, and he does appreciate the effort, even if he doesn't show it. It's gonna take him a long while to freely open up.

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Here is part 1 of when Victor moved for the first time with Roger and Raven's personal thoughts about the Giant!

I admit it was tough at times, but after doing a bit of research and asking questions to Horrorartist23, I've actually managed play him out as best as I could! 😁

Part 2 is still in work in progress but it will soon be released!

Roger Willington and Victor Bellman both belong to @horrorartist23

#artists on tumblr #cypaira the skeleton #little nightmares #little nightmares human au #raven oc #oc raven #oc child #child oc #horrorartist23 #roger willington #victor bellman #story

[ms-hells-bells]

the ohio bill doesn't say mandatory genital inspections for girls if you actually read it. it says that if a girl's actual sex is disputed, she can be asked to prove that she's female by for example submitting results of a blood test checking chromosomes and hormone levels, or the results of a pelvic exam. so it's not everyone, and pelvic exams are one of several possible routes she can choose between.

i mean, that's still pretty stupid, because near everyone has medical records from birth that would say their sex, and doctors would have those records, even if a birth certificate changed. this isn't somewhere where people are born without birth records, it's ohio.

[anexperimentallife]

Just some rambling about my life, including future plans.

Man, I don't WANT to go back to the US. I'd love Uruguay, Thailand, or Republic of Ireland, sure, but not the US.

But even though medical care is better (and cheaper) in EVERY other developed country, the US is where I can use my Medicare and VA benefits, which means that unlike most US folks, I can get my surgeries and meds there for almost free. And I need SOOOO much done now that my health has gone so far downhill since El's birth. That's probably the only way I'll make it long enough to watch her grow up.

Plus considering we're all US citizens, and El is now old enough to not need her mommy 24/7, @thesurestthing will be able to put her degree to work, which she can't legally do here--and I know she's been frustrated about not being able to contribute financially. (Of course, living in the US, we'll NEED two incomes.) And then there's the fact that El will have advantages growing up in a country where she's an actual citizen instead of a long-term tourist renewing her status every couple of months.

In many ways, we're lucky, though. If my health had declined BEFORE we got pregnant with Eleanor, we'd have kept being careful to not get pregnant. But at the time, my health was stable (even though I was disabled), and I had JUST gotten the contract to get paid a licensing fee to let a gaming company turn Karma into a video game, so we were like, hey, if it happens, it happens.

Then the mess with Eleanor's birth certificate, me getting covid three times, and all the lasting health issues that came with that, AND the company canceling the game project (although I DID get a year's worth of licensing fees for a game that will never be finished--and social security was like, "Yeah, getting paid for intellectual property rights doesn't count as working, so you're good to keep getting disability").

I'm glad we didn't know how bad things would get, that we'd be hit with whammy after whammy over the next couple of years. Because if we'd known, we'd have kept being careful, would never have gotten pregnant, and we wouldn't have Eleanor.

And yeah, it's a challenge being a parent while we wait to get my health issues addressed, but even on my worst days, this little girl is my biggest reason for opening my eyes in the morning.

And that's one of the reasons I write things like this; when she's older (and especially if I don't make it), I want her to be able to look back and see how important she has always been to me.

I know the US is already a police state, but we're hoping it can avoid becoming a full-on military dictatorship for just a little while longer.

#rob gets personal #rob gets medical #baby el

[sungbeam]

today’s your first day right ??? i’m probably a lil bit late but gl with your classes today !! <333 i hope everything runs smoothly and i’m sending you all the virtual hugs rn 🫂🫂🫂 but ah, physics. pls i was never a science person, so i feel you 😭 it’s ok tho, i’m sure you’ll do just fine. and humanities wow !! pls i was never much of a humanities person either 😭 so that’s admirable honestly 😭 i hope you have a lot of fun !! not just in hum but also physics !! and just all your classes in general ^_^

thank youuu !! the program, like i said, allows me to go at my own pace, so rlly it could be as short or as long as i’d like, but average is supposed to be 6 months skdjdkd and i started it back in january bc my dad encouraged me to but that was obviously when i still had about 6 months of school left djsjsjsk so i obviously prioritized my actual school over this program since i could take my time with it anyway, and it’s rlly inexpensive which is nice. but yeah my goal is to complete then certificate within the next few months to hopefully get a ux design job by like ,, february or so ?? but yeah :D

and oooh the medical field ok i see you 👀 that’s actually rlly cool and is also smth i wish i was interested in bc i love that you get to help so many ppl !! but unfortunately there’s a lot of things that gross me out bc i’m rlly sensitive to certain things 😭😭 sksjsj which is why i rarely watch medical shows sksjksk but i’m glad that’s smth you could possibly pursue !! wishing you the best, whether you decide to go into that field or find smth even better for you on the way 🙏🏻 i’m sure whatever you choose tho will be a good decision :) also gl again on your classes today !! have fun !!

THANK YOUUU (_ _;) just had my first class which was english so it was really chill, and i have a history class in the afternoon (phys tmr sjxnskndjd) so v chill first day lmao but omg EM !! i made another friend today 🥺🥺🥺 i feel like i unknowingly target the chinese-speaking girls 😭😭😭 but she looked really confused and lost and i felt that, and ig it also helps that i speak chinese skxndnfk but she told me after class that she thought i was pretty and i went (´Д⊂ヽ ME????? ME ???!?!?!? like she's so pretty too tf and i feel bad cuz my chinese sucks :') but yeah i hope she doesn't drop out cries

ooh six months !! yes def take ur time w it and that's so great that it's inexpensive like my wallet and my mom's wallet r crying from uni expenses :') sometimes i wonder if i made the right choice picking this school, but i remind myself to make the most of it 😔✨ hope u get the best job and by february as well !! manifesting great things bc i see u doing great things in the future 🙏🏼 what made u want to pursue a career in this industry? do u like coding or compsci things :0 (dunno if im even in the right BALLPARK tbh but pls do educate me TT)

tysmm yeah kind of on the fence abt medicine rn but i really do love helping people :') it's like one of the two major factors that convinced me this was a worth-it path to pursue (?) but yeah, the cards have not fully been revealed just yet and my mom's hoping i can miracle my way into graduating in three years so i can have a gap year btwn med school and undergrad (which would be nice too but we'll see haha)

#sungbeam strikes again #em 🍪 #moot ❧

[cyarsk52-20]

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Careers In Sex And Intimacy - xoNecole: Women's Interest, Love, Wellness, Beauty

Janell HazelwoodMar 20, 2023 07:00 AM EST

Oftentimes, sex is discussed in a way that's limited to relationships, drama, medical research, or shame. And we all know there's more to sex, especially when we're talking about something that is so important to not only the survival of mankind but to our thriving in existence as women. 

And with something so important, there's certainly a need for more of us to serve as leaders in empowering ourselves and one another. We can use our voices, intelligence, and savvy for professional fulfillment in a way that informs, serves, and forges much-needed progress toward a more healthy, sex-positive world. 

If you're down for all of that, here are a few career paths to consider in the realms of sex and intimacy:

Romance Writer

If you're great at storytelling and always wanted to write about sex and intimacy, romance writing might be the perfect job for you. And it doesn't have to be 2,000-page books. You could write freelance stories for publications, scripts for films and TV shows, or copy for brands. The salary can be as much as $100,000 a year depending on the nature of the writing and the project.

Intimacy Coach

Not to be confused with a sex therapist, this job is for people who want to coach others who seek to learn more about themselves or their partners when it comes to intimate connections (which go well beyond the physical act of sex). It explores issues including emotional connection and can involve activities and insights that focus more on the mental aspect of sexual attraction than the physical. 

Being an intimacy coach can also include coverage of topics like self-awareness, self-love, self-pleasuring, and types of sexuality cues that can lead to healthy sex. Average yearly salaries start at $54,000, and can range based on experience, education, certifications, and training.

Sex Therapist

This is a job that requires a master's degree and licensing. If you're into counseling and want to work with reputable organizations (or start your own practice), the educational route is the most ideal. You could serve single women and men, couples, families, or organizations through this job, and the average salary starts at about $84,000.

Pole Dance Fitness Instructor

This is sexy, sultry, and fun, all while ensuring your clients or participants stay fit. Whether you teach classes at a local YMCA or other gym franchise or teach your own classes from the comfort of your home or private gym, this is a great flex option where you could earn more than $60,000 a year.Not only has pole dance fitness been found to help women tap into intimacy and confidence, but it's a great precursor to spicing up anybody's time in the bedroom with their bae.

Relationship & Sex Columnist

Similar to the romance writer gig, this is something you could do if you already have experience writing or if you're a lover of all things sex education. Publications are always looking for fresh, intelligent, and unique voices on topics like sex and relationships, especially since that sort of content, while taboo in some circles, can be a huge draw (in the form of traffic and ad dollars) and can open up much-needed dialogue their audiences are craving. The average yearly salary for a relationship and sex columinist can start at $62,000and goes up depending on your experience, the audience you can bring to the table, and the reach of the publication.

Human Sexuality Researcher

If you geek out when studying and observing all that encompasses sex, from the mind to the body, a role as a human sexuality researcher is your best shot. Researchers of this kind can find work within almost any company or organization in the areas of tech, healthcare, education, and nonprofits, and you can earn a starting annual salary of $57,000and on up into six figures. This is a great opportunity for advocacy and balancing the scales with more solid, balanced, up-to-date, and reputable research to affect legislation, medical practices, medical theory, and consumer marketing, especially related to minority and underserved communities.

Sexual Health Nurse

You can earn $72,000 a year or more as a sexual health nurse, and it's perfect for nurses who are passionate about advocating for patients and creating safe spaces when it comes to reproductive, maternal, and sexual health. (And as Black women, we need more of us in these spaces, especially with the unfair, biased, and discriminatory disparities we face in the healthcare system as it relates to our wombs and sex lives.)

Sex Education Professor

You'll need a master's degree or Ph.D. to be a sex education professor, and it's awesome if you're into molding and shaping minds when it comes to sexual health, theory, and research. You can also earn more than $62,000 a year at this gig, working for universities or private institutions. You could take this a bit further into consulting and offer your insights, training, or expertise to school systems and other large institutions.

Sex Toy Tester

This job seems like a wild card, but it does, indeed, exist. Salaries for testing vibrators, swings, and other sex toys have ranged from upwards of $36,000, and some pay by the hour. It might be more of a part-time or flex option, but if you can get multiple gigs, it's definitely something to consider, especially if you have quite a bit of downtime and are open to trying the latest gadgets.

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[lianne13]

Why Stem?

Senior High School is a two-year program that allows students to select the strand they want based on their interests, abilities, and educational needs (GOVPH, n.d.).

These are three tracks available for Senior High School students. The Academic, Technical Vocational Livelihood (TVL), and sports and Arts. Accountancy, Business, Management (ABM), Humanities, Education, and Social Sciences (HESS), and Science, Technology, Engineering, and Mathematics (STEM) (GOVPH, n.d.).

You can choose in each of these strands based on your likings, interests, and career you want to pursue. But for now, we will just focus on STEM.

As mentioned above, STEM is a learning and development strategy that places more emphasis on the ability in understanding problem solving and critical thinking. There are numerous subjects covered just like biology, physics, chemistry, computer science, and mathematics. They also have hands-on activities, laboratory experiments, and Research projects (StrandPh, 2023).

Since we're already talked about the opportunities offered by STEM, let us now go to the advantages of STEM in College. STEM offers a lot of packages and activities but this doesn't mean that you should always choose STEM. You should consider first the course that you want to take in because SHS strands has a lot of impact to students when they step in to College. A partial list of careers you can pursue if you take STEM are Medical doctors, Engineers, Scientists, Agriculture, Architectures, Information Technology, and many more that integrates the subject's Science, Mathematics, and Technology (Payne, 2023).

But as we go through, there are still pros and cons in choosing the strand STEM.

One of the pros in choosing STEM is the

1. Workforce Preparation

It is the most well-known STEM argument because it helps students to be ready for the workload, stress, and activities of College life (Cooper, 2019).

2. Promotes Gender Equality

They are attempting to eliminate the gender gap among the employees. Approximately 24% of people working in STEM fields today are women (Cooper, 2019). Early exposure to STEM disciplines for girls is important to end STEM Stereotypes.

And now, let us proceed to the cons.

1. Suffers from a lack of uniform curriculum

There is no uniformity regarding to the focus put through particular subjects. It is concerning that some teachers may not be fully qualified to teach in some areas due to lack of a STEM-specific teaching certificate (Cooper, 2019).

2. Elitism

Students who are naturally motivated are better served by STEM programs. Those who don't meet the requirements frequently fall behind. Because of this, they frequently don't target students with lower test scores even if they have the same capacity to do just as well as their classmates (Cooper, 2019).

At the end of the day, it still depends on you and your chose career on what strand to choose. Your future doesn't really depend on these strands as they only guide you to your pathway to success. Don't be pressured to others as each one of us has our own abilities. What your achievements in Senior High School doesn't make you less as a person as things might change as time goes by.

#stem student #senior high school #science #mathematics #technology #engineering

[37-children-of-the-dreams]

I'm here at university at 3rd grade, and I feel so much discomfort from the fact that I dont work now, cause I'm too tired from my studying and everything, but dudes from my group working almost everyone, and no, it's not because they have no money, it's because they earn them to make drunk parties. And I feel a bit even ashamed of myself that I dont do same, but I dont want to, and have no time, but they have, and it looks unreal. Also, almost everyone are married and are 21 and under, like 19-21, and some even already have children. But more I look at it, more I'm like nope nope nope, better return to my toy collections. And there was situation with economy teacher, that one who's scammer, when two dudes were playing married couple cause he made them to, he didn't gave them max grades cause they didn't had children (it wasn't in task) and even if they didn't wanted one, woman will have child because otherwise husband will run away and child keeps husband with her. But damn, we all now it doesn't work... And then he said yeah, and said that men doesn't feel anything towards their family, and gave task to calculate how many money we own for our parents and so he said to have a lot of children and starve because they would suck all money out of you. And he didn't said it for us to understand what our parents did to us, but to understand that you need to save up money for children who we'll get even if we dont want to... I really mostly feel depressed from him that feel ok. And these girls who have no money and had children and ended up studying half way and wont graduate... Damn that feels off. Even one girl here looking at all this came to conclusion of founding someone for night only to get pregnant....

I also have a friend in medical college, they're in religious medical college where everything like in stories of evil catholical orphanages, like exacly same, maybe even worse. I mean, they arent paid, and coming to Asylums and deal with people who lost their minds and behaves like wild animals or something.

Anon, I am in my fifth year of college and I have spiraled a ton of times wonder if I can even have a purpose in life. It’s hard, but I want to see things end and watch myself actually graduate. I know it’s hard and you’re probably going to get jealous of people who are only wanting money to get drunk and throw parties, but funnel that jealousy into something else like you want your toys? Go find a way and a reason to make money to get the coolest toys that only you care about, it’s on your happiness that should mean thing to you. I know, I’m trying to find money to get some tickets to Europe one day and that’s what’s fueling me to try and graduate college.

As for having relationships and families that young? Not everyone is the same, some people are well off to get married and have a family at that age, I know because I’ve seen that before in my small town. There’s families who can make their own families because they’re well off, and they’re still in college or something because they want to get a degree or certificate to make more money. Also, remember, some people wait to get married because they’re not ready due to financial problems or other issues, so keep that thought of not having a family or marriage in your mind. No one should just get married because they think they’re clock is ticking. I mean, do you really wanna rush into a relationship that might end up souring and leaving you with a broken heart? No. You’re fine anon, just be single until you’re financially stable. That or something else that makes relationships easy for people.

Also, sorry about that professor, just wait for the police, it’s the best you can do for now. Like, I understand if a teacher was trying to help their students have a real world situation in marriage, families and finances, but that doesn’t sound like he was teaching them things. Sounds almost like he wants to project himself into a fantasy that he’d want to live in, but also make people feel powerless. Your class sounds like a downward spiral at this point, are you even okay? Like that ain’t normal.

As for your friend in the religious medical college, yeah, you two might want to just hang out with each other for one day to just rant about your problems, go places that are calming or fun, and eat some good food. Mostly because while that can be historically true in some areas, the fact is that your friend probably needs time away from them because they’re making their college life sound depressing. Like, I though insane asylums were abolished in many places around the world, but I guess someone missed a spot.

#anon ask

[nasturtiumsforbreakfast]

blood test results for starting T came back today (after a bunch of times the GP not having appointments, and then me missing the call when he did)

Anyway my free androgen index is a fair bit higher than it "should" be, enough that the doc asked if I'd already started T, cs that's dealt with by a London clinic

Which is fine, obviously, that's what going on testosterone is sposed to do, right, so I guess I just have a slight head-start or smth

But this is going here instead of my main blog cs it's um. It's kinda brought me some thoughts of uh.

Well I've always had the thought of. I.

I don't know if I'd count as intersex?

I've never had any medical trouble (beyond horrid joint pain that sometimes seems to come and go with my hormone levels, but then my parents were both diagnosed with arthritis as teenagers (mum with rheumatoid at 13, dad with osteo at 16), so isn't that some level of normal to experience), or really anything outside what may be considered yr normal uhhhh female y'know puberty experience, but I do. Well I think I do. Have a larger than average clit?

I remember being a very small child, maybe 5 or so, and changing for swimming lessons, y'know, and thinking,, mine doesn't look like that. Mine doesn't look at all like that.

I suppose I'm just. Less neat, maybe. From what I can tell, it looks like y'know like a normal on-T bottom growth type uh whatever you call it, tho I haven't looked at enough photos to tell what sorta exactly so-many-months stage it looks like.

So I really do just have a small head start (ha, head), in that sense, naturally high T levels, I suppose

But I've spent my entire life thinking like. I'm not supposed to look like that. It's not right normal whatever. If someone fucked me, they'd be able to feel it, feel that I wasn't normal, even if it's only averagely large instead of just large (I haven't much of an idea of what is very large or not, beyond that people celebrating their T changes look like I do already)

I suppose that some of my ID'ing as ace at first was misplaced shame, y'know - I look wrong, nobody would want a girl that looks like this, therefore I shouldn't want anything myself

Which is pure nonsense, I'm aware, but it's a very hard (oh it does that, too, some, tho it doesn't show half as well as a cis man's might) idea to shake, and I've still kept hold of the shame, tho now it's mostly shifted to be about "nobody would want me as a man person because I look like too much of a girl despite this"

And that if anyone did want me, it would be despite this, always, never accepting it or liking it - I don't know I've truly accepted it yet myself, I am uncomfortable about it,,, being known by someone else, or something, y'know, tho most of my masturbation has always focused on it over y'know penetration - but rather that if they,, carried on with me, it would be ignoring it, or following some great horrid uncomfortable shock, y'know, cs it's not. I suppose. It's not necessarily something you'd go into something expecting to find.

Well. There's that said.

I know logically it's nothing to be ashamed of, really. I know that my birth certificate has "female" on it, so I can't be that um. Far away from cis-average. I'm using the wrong words I don't know the right ones I'm sorry But it's an idea that burrowed it's way very very far into my brain, and I've so far been unable to shift it.

Tho seeing people pleased at their progression into their genitals looking like mine, does go some way to helping, I will say that.

#oh what do I tag this #intersex #I don't know if I count. and honestly I'd rather the least amount of medical examinations possible and have no intention of finding out. #i don't intend on bottom surgery I'm not a fan of doctors and I've no need to go any further than I already am. Y'know. Uh. #oh bugger I don't bloody know #I'm shutting up now #testosterone