#miscarriage cw

[skulandcrossbones]

roy kent + pulling a ted

#tedlassoedit #ted lasso #tedlassogif #ted lasso spoilers #roy kent #originals #miscarriage cw #HE DID WHAT TED DOES!!! #1k #5k

[skeletonsgeorg]

In the beginning, it seemed so simple. The Senate had informed him immediately upon his awakening exactly who and what his enemy was, and he had not questioned them. Why would he have? The evidence was plain all around him. He arose as Optimus Prime, and immediately set out to war against Megatron; Megatronus, in those days, and his Descepticons. Orion Pax had been weak in those early days, his spark still under shock of taking the Matrix of Leadership, capable of little other than tracking Megatron on the battlefield, the spark always settling in whichever nook of his spark chamber was closest to Megatron.  Another harsh stab of fury filled his processors. The Matrix… Optimus could feel Orion's hatred and fear of it. He couldn't understand it. The Matrix of Leadership was a gift to be bestowed only on those worthy of a Prime. Orion Pax should be grateful towards the Matrix. For millennia… he didn't understand. 

Please go read "4 Million Years" by @spreadwardiard if you like angst <3

#miscarriage cw #megop #fic rec #optimus prime #orion pax #tfp optimus prime #tfp orion pax #tfp megop #transformers prime #transformers aligned #tfp #tf aligned #transformers #noel draws

[targaryensource]

RHAENYRA’S CORONATION // DAENERYS’ “CORONATION” ↳ suggested by @nobodysuspectsthebutterfly

#nobodysuspectsthebutterfly #hotdedit #gotedit #gotdaenerystargaryen #gotrhaenyratargaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #daenerys targaryen #game of thrones #house of the dragon #gameofthronesdaily #by celia #miscarriage cw #childbirth cw #baby death cw #ser erryk cargyll #jorah mormont #viserys i targaryen #viserys targaryen #syrax #drogon #parallels #historical parallels

[antlerqueer]

Yellowjackets (2021-). Qui.

#sophie nelisse #shauna shipman #yellowjackets spoilers #death cw #miscarriage cw #yellowjackets #yellowjacketsedit #[yellowjackets] #[oc] #96yellowjackets #userkaylee #usergiu #useraicr #tuserheidi #uservita #usermaguire #omgari #userioni #dixonscarol #userentertainments #usermandie #tvedit #dailytvedit #popularculturesource #userladiesblr #dailywomen #femalegifsource #dailytvwomen #horrorwomensource

[scrunchie-face]

In your kindness please remember a friend of mine from church. She had a late miscarriage (17 weeks) and is being induced to deliver her little one this afternoon.

#prayer request #catholic #miscarriage tw #miscarriage cw #pregnancy loss

[tau1tvec]

"Good, keep it that way... no matter what that nephew of ours tells you."

TRANSCRIPT BELOW

LIVIA: Such a truly tragic thing, the loss of a wanted child. I've been there, and it follows you forever.

ISA: Sorry to hear that.

LIVIA: Don't be. I blamed everyone, the moon, the stars, my husband, myself, but it never stopped the pain.

LIVIA: Distractions helped however, as with all other pain, I worked, a lot, and it ruined my marriage, but I regained my sense of self.

LILA [ asking ISA ]: Do you work?

LIVIA: Oh! Let me guess! Modeling!

ISA: I guess you could say that.

LIVIA: Editorial or runway? Both?

ISA: OnlyFans.

LIVIA [ gasping ]: Entrepreneurial!

LILA: Good, keep it that way... no matter what that nephew of ours tells you.

#the sims 4 #ts4 #sim: isa #sim: livia #sim: lila #miscarriage cw

[poorlittleyaoyao]

A thing about trying to plot out QS canon-divergence fixit where the marriage is averted is that the obvious solution to “she was already pregnant before they knew the truth” is, well, end the pregnancy. The wider world doesn’t seem to know that she’d conceived prior to marriage, so can’t be more than a month or so along as of the wedding for it to be plausible. People have been inducing abortion in dire circumstances despite physical risk and moral stigma throughout history. QS has magic at her disposal and the means to remove herself from society unnoticed during the recovery period, and even if it’s taboo, is it more taboo than incest?

#tfw when the text’s misogyny results in everyone operating on post-Roe Texas logic #*post-Dobbs rather #like come on JGY grew up in a brothel he would know how shit gets done #I can only see him not suggesting it if he’d witnessed someone dying from attempting to give themselves an abortion #and his panic brain was like ‘it would be Just Like That and she would DIE HORRIBLY so we must marry!’ #and even then it doesn’t explain why QS’s parents wouldn’t suggest it! #or (more distressingly yet still plausibly) pulling a Hoster Tully and forcing it #don’t mind me I woke up in the middle of the night and started pondering and now I’m grumpy #bc it’s like you either have to go FULL divergence where she and JGY never hook up at all #or you don’t give her the information until she’s already in the marriage and her options are much more limited #bc if she finds out at the same time JGY does possible outcomes either feel like a PSA about the importance of abortion access #or (if she marries someone else or otherwise sticks it out) GOP glurge about how keeping a pregnancy is always fine and good in the end #miscarriage cw #just in case

[loisfreakinglane]

2.19 // 2.20 Bonus:

#tsccedit #tscc #terminator: the sarah connor chronicles #summer glau #cameron phillips #stephanie jacobsen #stephany jacobsen #jesse flores #brian austin green #derek reese #tvedit #tvgifs #derek x jesse #cameron x jesse #cameron x derek #mygraphics #gif #miscarriage cw

[sailorheadcanons]

Neo Queen Serenity was pregnant when the Black Moon attacked. In one timeline she miscarried because of the attack and she won't conceive again until close to the end of Crystal Tokyo's life with Chibi Chibi. In another, the Black Moon will be stopped before it began and the baby Serenity is pregnant with is Kousagi.

#Sailor Moon #Sailor Moon headcanons #Crystal Tokyo #Tsukino Usagi #Chibi Chibi #Kousagi #miscarriage cw

[tea-and-charcoal]

I knew that the denial of reproductive knowledge to people who can get pregnant is bad, but I didn't realize quite *how* bad it was until I started having complications with my own pregnancy and started asking questions. You are denied knowledge at every turn as soon as you try to get beyond the surface "here's what most people experience." I had several times where I was given contradictory advice from the same people in regards to "Expect X." / "But y happened." / "Oh that happens all the time. It's perfectly normal."

"Don't worry about it." "Well, no way to know." "Everyone is different, don't mind why." "[Repeats information you explicitly told them you know to sidestep the pointed question you asked]" It happens at every turn. They won't give odds in their prognoses, won't explain why guidelines are the way they are, just a lot of what boils down to "You don't get to know. Go back to being an incurious vessel and do what I say like a good little girl."

I've had this from multiple doctors, forums, I even had to pull out all the search engine tricks to find out what average non-pregnant hcg levels are (<1, by the way until you get near menopause. Still no luck finding out why the cutoff in labs is 4, though, or why once you get <10 the half-life falls off a cliff. Just a lot of "very helpful" people telling me anything less than 4 is not pregnant so I shouldn't worry about it.) All that information is only for the initiated to know, not for the people it affects.

I have no idea how we fix this. The repression reproductive knowledge based on the mistrust of women and anyone authorities are happy to pretend are women is dire. I'm in reproductive justice circles. I have a science education and can read medical articles fluently. *I* can't even find the answers to these questions, and this enforced ignorance has a real tangible harm for anyone with a uterus, especially those of us that can get pregnant. I'm sure part of it also stems from the brand of sexism within the medical community that is more than happy to label something "a women's problem" and refuse to study it further.

(Among the other things I couldn't find: how likely hydrophic damage to villi in tissue after a surgical abortion is to point to a molar pregnancy, so I just had to sit with "well, your miscarriage might have given you cancer, so don't have sex in case we have to give you chemo" for two weeks until the lab results came back and I was told "whoopsie you're fine. Why were you worried? I explicitly told you not to worry." That's the kind of thing we're talking about).

Access to knowlege is a reproductive justice issue, and it's worse than almost anyone knows. As much as I support grassroots efforts (which is why I'm talking about my own complications), I don't think it's going to change until doctors get beyond thinking "Sit down, shut up, be a good little girl." Whenever a pregnant person walks into their office.

(Also, terfs, fuck off. Im a nonbinary trans man and don't you dare touch this post)

#reproductive justice #pregnancy cw #miscarriage cw #sexism #misgendering #i mean i imagine this won't go anywhere at all #but in case it does transphobes can fuck off bc its even worse for ys #nothing like combing my doctors notes for answers only to find he called me she throughout #long post

[juniemoe]

i missed wip wednesday but i'm still sharing a little treat ❤️

"Your father…” he says, “was he a kind man?”

Hawke looks surprised by the question, but then relaxes against the back of the bathtub. He seems to think about the question carefully.

“He was not <i>un</i>kind,” he says. “Malcolm Hawke was a Fereldan apostate from the Kirkwall Circle who met Leandra Amell in a Satinalia ball where he was performing cheap magic tricks for the nobles. It was love at first sight. Or so they always told me.”

Fenris links his hands together under his chin and listens.

“I would like to think it was true. It sounds romantic. Maybe I've even experienced it myself, I don't know.”

Hawke glances at him from the corner of his eye. Fenris pretends not to notice it despite the lump inside his throat.

“Anyway, they exchanged letters with the help of a very nice templar named Ser Maurevar Carver, whom my dear brother Carver was later named after. “

Hawke’s voice doesn’t carry an ounce of sarcasm, instead his words are sincerely affectionate. Him and Carver never quite got along, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t do anything for each other. Fenris remembers the glares Carver sent the templars at the Gallows, remembers him standing behind his big brother, keeping guard at all times.

“Eventually father convinced mother to leave with him to Ferelden and with the aid of Ser Carver, Father escaped the Circle, became an apostate and traveled with Mother across the Waking Sea and settled in a village near Amaranthine where I was born a couple of years later. Mother had miscarried twice before that, so they were over the moon. Named me after Father. Damian Malcolm Hawke.”

#idk if i invented the ball thing or if it's canon #i honestly can't tell at this point #it's canon that hawke was born near amaranthine though #miscarriage cw #just in case #wip #vilna writes

[feydfuckernation]

are any of you ready for me to talk about the idea of benjamin and lucy barker losing their first child before they had johanna. are you ready for me to talk abt the notion of death having always haunted the barker family since before it even began, how death has always tied the barker family together before tearing it apart. how death comes for us all but favours the innocent most of all. are you ready for that conversation.

#filed under headcanons that officially keep me up at night #lion.txt #sweeney todd #miscarriage cw #miscarriage mention cw #this is ESPECIALLY relevant to the 2023 revival version of sweeney because that's the one that was in my head at the time #lore tag #headcanon tag

[spicywhumper]

@febuwhump 2024: day 14. blood-stained tiles + @femslash-february bingo (dark edition): blood

series: crimson history (war dog) | rating: mature | word count: 1,397

cw: mentioned stepcest & underage non-con, blood and miscarriage (the word isn't said, but what's going on is pretty obvious).

Jessica has been feeling a little sick since last night, nausea and lightheaded. it felt like dread pooling on her stomach, like something back was about to happen, and it's weird because she definitely doesn't have the talent of a seer. she has good instincts, or more like she has been trained so well she can tell what's her enemy's next move and block or counterattack it.

but it's a Tuesday afternoon and she's bleeding in the bathroom floor.

she's used to bleed and she's used to physical pain. she had the bruises and the scars to prove it, Joan has tested her pain tolerance time and time again. Joan has improved it throughout the years. Jessica is more than familiar with aches of being punched and kicked and whipped, used to the agony of being burnt and cut and straight up tortured. she has been experimented on and tested to see how much pain she can handle without losing performance.

but this?

this feels much, much worse and she's not sure of why.

Jessica's breathing is erratic and shallow as she curls up on the cold floor. in fetal position, she feels small and vulnerable. the pain is all-compassing, it's the only thing she can feel and think. hellfire that starts on her lower belly, she recognizes it as something similar to the very few period cramps she experienced. but much, much more intense than those.

there's also a lot more blood, it pools around her and stains the white tiles. it almost reminds her of her latest mission, being shot in the leg and still moving across the snow. right now, she can't move at all. she can barely think, just feel the agony.

Jessica curses, mentally, everyone.

she has tried to avoid it at all costs, asked Rachel for the stupid little pills and ignored the symptoms caused by them. she hid and had been taking it religiously until Jennifer found and got upset. upset enough to ditch her, tell their parents.

mom just frowned, but shrugged, not that interested in her half sex demon daughter's sexual habits. probably glad that she was, at least, trying to not be another girl going through teen pregnancy. Jocelyn even got her some condoms, actually, a little box that she hid under Jessica's boxers with a note "take care".

mother had shrugged too.

then in their "mother-dautghet bonding time", made Jessica lay across her lap and spanked her until her butt and the back of her thighs were black and blue. she pulled her hair and didn't give her much time to think before she was being choked and Joan was telling her that if a slut gets bred, than a slut gets babies.

nevermind it was Joan's fault.

she also started deeper checks, weekly, so no pills and no condoms and now Joan touched her even more frequently.

so...

Jessica has a good guess of what's going on, considering that her periods had definitely stopped at this point. and Joan has been in a mission, apparently, or just wanted to prove that there's no need for attempts at preventing pregnancy. (she doesn't think Joan would like her little War Dog to get pregnant, to be bred like a breeding stock. even if she allowed it... would she be willing to let Dog be out of commission for months? for even longer to recover from pregnancy? would she even allowed It to bond with Its child? probably not, considering it's Joan).

now she's bleeding and writhing on the floor, too weak by the stupid pain and by the despair of knowing she'd be punished for it. it doesn't matter that it's 100% Joan's fault, it was Joan who forfeited condoms and didn't want her to take pills or even little potions after the fact to stop it to take root in her womb.

it's all Joan's fault – the Dog whimpers and curls up in the back of her head in response of her hatred toward Its master, towards Its owner.

she can't think much, she can't move, just wait for Jennifer to come from her rune translation class. only one person would be a better choice to find her, but Rachel doesn't have a good excuse to wander around that part of the compound, she's also probably pretty busy with all the potions she has to brew and keep on stock in a coven full of younglings in training.

Jessica's breathing hitches as she hears the door unlocking, then Jennifer's voice; "Jessie, I'm- Jessie?"

she has a sensitive nose, less than Jessica's, but still sensitive. (having a sharp sense of smell was the difference between coming home tonight or spend the night under Rachel's healing because Joan tried to whip the flesh off the Its back we punishment). quick, heavy steps make her flinch even if she knows it's just Jennifer. she flinches even if it's one of the very few people that make her feel safe.

"Jessie!" Jennifer kneels, Jessica can feel her hands hovering on her arms, unsure if what to do and she gathers all strength she still has.

"g-get- fuck- Rachel."

"Rachel?" Jessica sighs.

"Redwoods."

it takes Jennifer another few seconds, but she recognizes the name and sprints out of the bathroom. the Redwoods family, well, were wand makers even if most of the coven has some very basic training in wand magic, they're traditionally a runes-based magic. and Rachel was the only one that specialized in healing instead. she's also Jessica's healer, have been since her training started when Jessica was barely older than a toddler.

she thinks about how she's staining the nicely white tiles as she waits for hours – feels like hours, it's probably no more than ten minutes. Jennifer's rambling something about finding her, probably all over again, as they approach her. Rachel's magical aura is familiar and comfortable, she's so used to being under her care that her body reacts by relaxing. (she can almost see Jennifer frowning, knowing Jessica is never comfortable and relaxed).

"I need to get you to the healers ward," Jessica grunts, she doesn't want to go but the first rule is: always listen to the healer. "I'll pick you up now."

she nods her consent. Rachel grunts with effort, Jessica is far from her lightest patience. with the height and the muscles, it's actually impressive that Rachel manages to carry her.

Jessica curls in her arms, it's safe and it's warm. she thinks that this sort of safe, protected sensation that runs under her skin when Rachel holds her is the kind of thing she should feel with Joan. but she doesn't, never really did.

(hell, she doesn't feel like that with Jocelyn. and it's different with Jennifer.

Jennifer's less her big sister and more someone she has a friends with benefits situation going on.)

(they like to pretend that it's more friends with benefits than girlfriends, it's harder now that Jennifer had been having a thing with someone else, Jessica isn't stupid.)

she can feel Jennifer following them, reeking of nervous energy and wanting to know what's going on. she wishes Jennifer wasn't the one who found her. Jennifer cares too much, or cares as much as family should but Jessica doesn't have a good reference on that.

minutes run throught the fingers of her awareness and then she's laying in a bed. she's more than familiar with the sensation of lying on top of it, it almost has her name written all over it with how often she comes here in need of emergency healing. she tries her best to not squirm too much, knowing how it makes checking her a little harder.

but she wants to curl up as if it'd make the pain stop.

she roughly aware of Rachel telling Jennifer to leave. she's not sure how much is because she already knows what's wrong with her, and doesn't want the older girl to know it like this, or if it's because a half-werewolf will panic if they stay too long around the smell of blood and distress of someone they care about.

"here," Rachel's hand is warm on the back of her head to help it up. "here, it'll help with the pain."

it'll help with the pain because it'll make her fall asleep. Jessica doesn't care, she just wants it to stop.

#febuwhump 2024 #febuwhumpday14 #femslash feb bingo #whump #whump community #whump blog #whumpblr #lady whump #miscarriage cw #blood cw

[soulful-simmer]

Summer was ushered in by the Beltane festival. Feasting, fire dancing, and merriment filled the Brigor tribeland.

Yet, a weight of sadness hung over the Balfour clan. Orla busied herself around the cooking pot, dashing sage leaves into the boiling liquid. It had been one month since she had been awoken by intense pain and found herself in blood covered sheets. With her infirmities and frail body, it would be impossible for her to be with child, Orla had been told this from her youth. In some way she had proven them all wrong, but knowing she could indeed become pregnant but was too weak to see it through was worse.

It was strange, she didn’t feel sad after it happened. If anything, it had made her more resolved in her plans. Her body could not be trusted, so she would have to rely on her mind. She glanced toward the light of the bonfire outside. He was her only way to prove, even if only to herself, that she was not weak.

Garyth stood solemnly by the fire, unattached to the joyful dancing surrounding him. His muscles were tense, strained by days full of preparation for his duel. Even with the ache of his body, he felt numb. A child was barely an idea formed in his head, but the loss of one hurt enough to think it had been his greatest dream. Orla seemed unphased, convinced she couldn’t miss something she never had, but he noticed how she had taken extra care to hide the tremble of her hands and the loss of her appetite. Garyth had coped with the loss in his own way, by pouring himself all the more into his training. The duel was close at hand and any hesitation he had was drowned out by the need to be strong now.

He watched the fire blaze intensely. Fire always reminded him of his father, it had the severity of a warrior– untamable, consuming everything in its path. There was seldom a moment where the name Gildas Balfour didn’t occupy Garyth’s thoughts. How could a name hold so much renown? His mother had always told him he was the spitting image of his father, so why was it that he felt like half the man? This duel was the first step in finally living up to the Balfour name.

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#miscarriage cw #ts4 historical #ts4 gbsc #ts4 iron age #ts4 legcay

[dailynarilamb]

what if the easter hatchling was resurrected?

It wouldn't end very well for the hatchling. (Day 39)

#miscarriage cw #infant death tw #cult of the lamb #narilamb

[tau1tvec]

#the sims 4 #ts4 #sim: isa #death cw #pregnancy cw #miscarriage cw