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I just wish that more people could understand how common and dangerous this transphobic conservative "protect our daughters" rhetoric is.
It's weaponized against trans women and transfeminine people all the time. This is visible in bans against transfeminine people playing on girls and women's sports teams, and it's visible in bathroom bans.
However, it is also weaponized against trans men and transmasculine people in different, but less discussed, ways.
We're infantilized. Regarded as impressionable, lacking in self-awareness, and easily influenced. We are victims of our doctors, gender therapists, big pharma, liberal teachers, and social media. We are misled, brainwashed. We don't choose to transition, we are "transed". We have no true agency of our own, we're manipulated. (And if we are neurodivergent, that adds tax; we aren't competent, we aren't capable of understanding the significance of transitioning or of fully consenting to gender affirming care, we are exploited.)
The "permanent" and "irreversible damage" that conservatives refer to is nearly always loss of fertility. We are "poisoned" by testosterone, "mutilated" by hysterectomies that leave us unable to have babies and mastectomies that leave us unable to breastfeed. "Damaged" pitiable things that can no longer fulfill our true "biological purpose".
Or course all of this is bullshit. But this narrative is absolutely a driving force behind trans healthcare bans. It's the reason behind the outrage over a few pages in a body image book aimed at teen girls.
It's fucked that more people don't see this for what it is.
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daydrcamings · 1 month
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@lcvenderhcze - ❛   call  me  old  fashioned  ,  but  i  always  thought  the  guy  was  supposed  to  get  the  girl  a  diamond.   ❜
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beth raised her brows, smirking playfully. "ellie! are you judging me for not being engaged to the father? because... he's not the marriage type. nor is he here. pretty sure if he was? he wouldn't wanna be involved, anyways." she mused with a shrug. "look, i appreciate you doing the whole protective big sister thing... i just... apparently i'm a single mum who's freaking out about this whole thing." beth explained. "but who needs a man when i have you right? you're... you're gonna be there for me."
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kalissimsblog · 11 months
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me-myself-and-my-fos · 5 months
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Thanksgiving Surprise
Pairing: Bernard x Nic Blake
A/N: First Bernard fic! Big changes to the ship!
Nic having stomach issues wasn’t uncommon. In fact, both Edith and Frankie had the flu back to back, causing at least Bernard or Nic to be sleeping in the room with the youngest girls. And just a week prior Autumn caught a stomach bug from school that caused her to miss a few days. So spending a few minutes a day (and occasionally late in the evening) hunched over a toilet spilling her guts into it was expected. Having four children ensures someone else in the house will get sick, and more likely than not that person ends up being Nic or her husband as they’re the caretakers. But this felt different and had gone on for a suspicious amount of time. At first she assumed it perhaps had something to do with her cycle; it happened once before, years prior to any of the girls being born and it was confirmed to be a hormonal issue. But looking back at her calendar, Nic grew worried when she realized she had missed an entire cycle despite being on her pills. Still, a sinking feeling settled into her, a feeling that was confirmed as she sat on the floor of the first floor bathroom.
The Thanksgiving get-together they were hosting was boisterous and exciting outside the bathroom door. The girls were excited to have their Aunt Abby visiting, and they were more excited to find out their father invited Santa and Mrs. Claus. Frankie and Edith were practically bouncing off the walls all morning. It got worse when they actually arrived.
Through the door, she could hear her oldest daughter eagerly telling Abby about the book she was reading in class. She could hear the ramblings of her youngest, their baby girl, as she told Mrs. Claus all about her teammates on the swim team and their coach. She knew that Edith and Elsa were in the kitchen helping Bernard with getting the sides for Thanksgiving dinner ready, and most likely sneaking pieces of stuffing. But it was all muted as she stared down at the positive pregnancy test that was about to change the dynamic of their family.
Taking a deep breath, Nic washed the test before setting it on the edge of the sink and washed her hands. When her hands were dry, she stepped out of the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Bernard came into the living room with Edith and Elsa who joined their sisters at the coffee table. They were making their own turkeys by outlining their hands. It was a tradition. Abby sat on the couch behind them, Carol to her left and Santa in the recliner.
“This is one of the things I miss,” Scott said to Abby as they watched the football game on the TV. “There’s not really any sports channels at the North Pole.”
“Or time to watch the game,” Carol added humorously.
“Mommy, look at my turkey!” Frankie held up the partially finished turkey. Her hand was still so small, and it was starting to make Nic tear up.
“That’s so good, firefly. It’s going to look amazing on the fridge.” She bent down and pressed a kiss to Frankie’s head. The seven year old looked pleased at her mother’s approval.
“Speaking of time,” Scott spoke up. “Bernard, Nic, thank you two for inviting us for Thanksgiving. The Pole’s been so busy.”
“Of course. I remember how busy it gets so close to Christmas,” Bernard said.
“It also gives the kids a chance to get their feet wet for when they take over,” Scott added.
Nic quietly stepped over to her husband and rested a hand on his arm. “Hon, can we talk? In private?” She asked quietly.
This caught him off guard, and he looked at her in surprise. “Now? Can it wait? The turkey’s almost done.”
“It’s important,” she told him sternly.
“I’ll take the turkey out,” Abby spoke up, noticing how tense her best friend was. Nic didn’t often speak in hushed tones, especially not when the girls were awake or in the room.
He sighed and nodded, allowing his wife to pull him towards the bathroom. The girls were too caught up in their hand turkeys and talking to their guests to notice. And once the door shut behind them, Nic visibly relaxed, but only slightly.
“What did you want to talk about?” Bernard asked, growing a bit worried about the nervous energy coming from her.
“Do you remember that weekend in September when we went down to the Oceanfront and… reconnected?”
“I don’t think I could ever forget that,” he replied, a bit blissful from the memories of the weekend. “We should do it again, maybe make it a yearly thing.”
Nic sucked in a deep breath. “You might want to table that idea. We might have done a little too much reconnecting…” She nervously glanced away from him as she reached for the pregnancy test on the sink behind him. “Because I’m pregnant.”
Bernard went pale as she spoke. “What?!” He half-shouted, half shrieked in surprise and shock.
Everyone in the living room paused, having heard his voice through the door. But the oven beeped, drawing Abby’s attention and getting her off the couch. Autumn and Elsa quickly followed to help with setting the table.
“Is that a metaphor?” He asked quickly. “As in you’re expecting news, preferably good news.”
She shook her head. “No, Bernard. It’s literal; as in our family of six is about to be seven.”
“How did this even happen? Aren’t you still on your birth control?”
“Yes, but it’s not a guarantee,” she reminded him. “Besides, the hotel gave us plenty of complimentary things. Contraception was not one of them.” She sighed, setting the test down.
A silence fell over them and he reached to take her hands. Despite the very obvious anxiety on both of their faces, Nic felt comfortable knowing he would be there.
“What are we going to do?” He asked quietly. “What do you want to do?”
“I… I want to have this baby. I don’t mind growing our family. Do you?”
He shook his head. “If it’s with you, I don’t mind one bit.”
Her shoulders fell, the weight of the anxiety and fear beginning to leave. Bernard pulled her against him, and she held onto him tightly. Her face was buried in the fabric of his sweater as she spoke.
“We’ll probably have to move.”
“Probably.”
“Maybe they’ll have a Black Friday deal on houses or something,” she joked.
Bernard laughed. “Maybe.”
Silence fell over them again, and he heard Nic sniffle. It was a telltale sign she was crying, or about to.
“How are we going to tell the girls?” She mumbled quietly. “Frankie’s the baby, she might have a hard time dealing with a baby sibling. And what if they all start feeling neglected because our focus is on the new baby? What if none of them want a new baby sibling? Is this really what’s best for the family?” She was tearing up the longer she spoke, and Bernard chuckled as he gently pulled away.
“I remember this. I don’t miss it,” he said lightheartedly.
“Don’t miss what?” She asked, sniffling again.
“The anxiety that causes you to overthink which triggers a mood swing and makes you upset.” He reached up to hold her face in his hands, wiping away stray tears with his thumbs. “Frankie is only a year older than Autumn was when she was born.”
“But they’re not little kids anymore.”
“Sugar Cookie, the girls will be fine. We’ll talk to them. We’ll check in with them. We’re going to get through this and we’re going to do it together, okay?”
Sniffling again, Nic nodded. “Okay.”
A grin broke out on Bernard’s face. “We’re having a baby.” The smile was contagious and Nic found herself with one as he kissed her happily and softly.
“We are,” she laughed breathlessly.
There was a knock on the bathroom door and Abby’s voice came through. “Is everything okay? Dinner’s ready and everyone is just waiting for y’all.”
“We’ll be out in a minute,” Bernard called. They heard Abby’s footsteps lead away from the door and he looked at his wife. “Want to go tell everyone the big news?”
“I don’t think Thanksgiving dinner is the right time,” she admitted. “I want to at least tell the girls after everyone is gone, though.”
He nodded. “Okay. Then let’s just enjoy Thanksgiving dinner together, as a family.”
“As a family.” She smiled and opened the bathroom door before they stepped out to head to the dining room.
Tag list: @canongf @hyperionshipping @the-dark-fae-and-her-fos
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nemxricultrix · 6 months
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Guess I'm going for it.
@superlativesamsara @risingshine (Chiasa)
Well. I'm pregnant.
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ways to give patrick bateman heart failure:
tell him he is a boring, spineless man
doesn't believe him when he confesses he is a psychopath
knowing his secrets and going mia (when he knows he hasn't killed)
being better than him
telling him your muse is pregnant with his baby
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rachelhargrove · 1 month
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character: Mei Carrillo @meicarrillo
location: Rachel's house
Rachel had loved having one of her close friends living so close to her now. It was hard to not just love everything about Mei. Inviting her over for lunch was a miracle that the woman had time with just how busy her life was. But she would gladly take it even if her definition of making them lunch was ordering them lunch of whatever Mei had told her were her current pregnancy cravings. Once they were in the kitchen she gestured to the counterspace. "Ta-da! Did I do good or what?" She asked with a small amount of pride in her tone for having done right by her friend.
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lcngliive · 9 months
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jian lan & feng xin ( @tragcdysewn )
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a look of disgust crossed her features as she spotted him. "what do you want? didn't I tell you to go away years ago?" jian lan couldn't recall the last time she had seen him - but she knew it was around the time she had found out she was pregnant. she didn't hate him - disliked maybe, but she wasn't exactly in the mood to deal with anything from the past - especially not him.
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empathiie · 21 hours
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@mischiefxmuses | Rhaenyra & Harwin.
"I am beginning to grow impatient, I fear," Rhaenyra tells him, placing their hand on their belly -- using their other hand to take his, squeezing it gently. "I would be happy for her to make her appearance any day now."
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damesele · 16 days
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marian is wonderful with children - but she will never have her own, if she can help it. the very act of childbirth is something she finds terrifying. her mother died during the act, as did her late older brother's mother. she has assisted in births in the village, especially during the winters. none of it is enticing to her, the risks of it never seeming to outweigh the reward. not to mention she thinks it would be exceedingly stupid, later on when she takes to the forest, to bear a child into a world where she is constantly camping outside and on the run from the sheriff's men. it would do nothing but put everyone in danger, including the child. she and robin take every precaution, as they share this opinion. it is also one of many reasons they aren't likely to be sexual prior to their marriage.
the closest to a child of her own she gets is robin's nephew, will scarlet - and she would never call him her son ( his mother is still very much alive, for one ). she is perfectly happy being simply "auntie", to teach him to wield a sword and to read. she also takes joy in the little gaggle of children that follow her around in the village when she visits, many of whom she was present at the birth of, but again - never would she want one of her own.
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kalissimsblog · 1 year
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Analsjdownspd thinking about 1x2 when Penelope and Eloise are trying to find out how a woman becomes ~with child~ and instead of asking her brothers, Eloise shows up at my and Vincent’s home to talk to me. And she just “you’re an expert on having babies. How does a woman come to be with child?”
and I nearly choke on my tea and try to sputter out “Eloise Bridgerton! That’s not something for me to reveal!” And she’s so frustrated that I refuse to tell her
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devilsnare · 1 month
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          THE  QUESTION  HAD  TAKEN  THE  PRINCE  BY  SURPRISE.  Helaena  had  been  an  emotional  wreck  since  the  pregnancy  first  began,  as  she  got  closer  and  closer  to  delivery  date  it  only  worsened.  Helaena  was  always  fretting  over  something,  so  he  hadn't  paid  much  mind  to  it  until  she  asked  him,  would  you  choose  the  baby  over  me ?
           All  at  once  the  pieces  fell  into  place.  She  was  worried  about  not  surviving  the  birth.  it  was  sure  to  be  a  lot  of  her  body.  They  were  having  twins.  Twice  the  work.  At  first  they  had  celebrated,  two  children  from  one  copulation.  It  would  be  a  while  before  they  were  pressured  into  bed  together  again.  But  that  excitement  had  turned  into  fear  without  Aegon  realizing.
           Aegon  reached  out  to  touch  her,  but  he  stopped,  his  hand  hovering  above  her  shoulder.  She  didn't  like  to  be  touched  but  he  had  already  committed  to  the  movement.  his  hand  lingered  there  for  a  moment  before  he  pulled  it  away.  ❝ Over  the  sister  I've  known  her  whole  life ? ❞  he  asked,  struggling  to  understand  how  she  could  think  he'd  pick  her  over  two  strangers.  What  did  she  think  of  him ?  That  he  was  so  quick  to  get  rid  of  her ? 
Their  marriage  was  far  from  ideal  but  he'd  never  wish  her  harm.  He  and  Aemond  would  down  any  one  who  hurt  her.  ❝ No. ❞  He  moved  closer  to  her.  Again  he  tried  to  reach  out,  his  hand  placed  in  the  air  above  hers.  He  waited  for  her  to  move  away  or  remain  still  and  let  him  approach.  ❝ I  know  that  I  don't  say  it  often,  but  I  do  love  you,  Helaena. ❞  Words  they  would  never  say  if  they  weren't  alone.  ❝ I  don't  love  you  like  a  husband,  but  I  am  still  your  brother. ❞  He  wouldn't  let  anything  bad  happen  to  her. 
a  semi  plotted  starter  for  @roseguided 's helaena targaryen
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lilykat-evans · 9 months
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where; sure whomst; open
"There's no rule that says you can't teach a self-defense class when you're pregnant. Besides, I'll have an assistant for the more rough and tumble parts. Once I find one."
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daydrcamings · 1 month
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@thefinalgxrl
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"i don't think i've ever gone so long without a damn drink. and it's times like this where i could really do with one." beth groaned. "do you know anything good to do around this city? anything fun? i could do with something." beth inhaled slowly. "i've spent so much time here working or with my sister that... i haven't really had any time to get used to being in the city." she admitted with a shake of her head.
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