#I'm on my period and suffering from bloating

[devilhazze]

Sparjle on! It's Monday!

I feel lijke a water baloon about to burst

[deathmetalunicorn1]

How bout teen!reader and the other women in the ROR family humiliating the men for teasing the reader after practically passing out from period cramps? Idk which men you'd think of when I say that it'd be like, them thinking that reader was just being overly dramatic and that the pain wasn’t so bad, and then Brunhilde and Shiva’s wives make them go through this things that you plug in your abdomen to simulate period cramps? Well, yeah, that and then they kund of understand why reader nearly died. I'm just venting because my colleagues are so annoying about this when they don’t even know what it feels like, lol <3

-You were curled up in Parvati’s arms, a pout on your face as you held the hot water bottle to your stomach while Brunnhilde was yelling at the male gods and warrior, the ones who laughed at you.

-Your unwanted monthly visitor was never the same, and this month, she decided to mess you up with such bad cramps that you nearly fainted, which was worrying for your family, but as soon as they knew you were all right, they found out why and many of the men in your family were quickly laughing.

-This wasn’t funny to you- this was torture, and it was only when you started crying, overwhelmed with emotions, that Aphrodite, Shiva’s wives, and the Valkyries stepped in to discipline the men.

-Kali gave the men all a lesson on what happens during a woman’s shark week, on how the uterus is basically trying to kill itself since it didn’t get what it wanted, and how no two women’s shark weeks were the same and some, like you, sometimes had severe symptoms.

-Some did sympathize with you and other women, but it was Aphrodite who suggested a more hands on approach to this lesson and produced a cramp simulator for every single person who laughed at you.

-Once they were all hooked up, a few, like Loki and QSH, complained, asking if they really had to do this.

-You were given a bowl of ice cream as you curled up on the couch as Brunnhilde took control of the remote, “Laugh by the end of this and you will be forgiven.”

-Twenty minutes later, you were the only laughing, along with the other women, as many of the men were unable to even move, after going from level one to level fifteen in cramps.

-You were pretty sure a few had passed out themselves, while others were shaking, sweating heavily, and gasping for air- this was not fun! This was torture!!

-Once the devices were removed, Aphrodite smirked down at all of them, once they were all awake, “Now then- would anyone like to laugh this time?”

-There was nothing but silence as her answer before Apollo spoke, “You have to deal with that every month?!”

-Durga gave a small nod, “Almost every woman does, but it’s never the same, one month it might be mild and only last three days, others you might be crippled and suffer for a whole week!”

-Eyes went wide- this wasn’t natural before Loki spoke, not being rude, “How do you guys handle this!” a few glances between the women were sent around before Parvati spoke up, “It’s expected of us to continue going about our lives as if nothing is wrong.”

-Eyes went wide, like they didn’t believe before the ladies all started taking turns telling the comments that you and they have been forced to endure, “It can’t be that bad!”, “You’re just faking it to get out of doing stuff.” “Still gotta go to work!”, “Need to take care of the kids!”, “Gotta clean the house!”, “Need to go to school.”, “Don’t talk about that- it’s gross and unnatural.”, “Oh you must be on your period!”, “Not to mention we have to deal with things like breakouts, headaches, and bloating- just to name a few.”

-You were the one who then finished the argument, “Even if we’re in pain, or like me when I almost passed out earlier- we’re expected to pretend that we’re okay as society expects that from us.”

-You’re pretty sure that you all got the point across, especially after Buddha cuddled you, hugging you while you were wrapped in a fluffy blanket. Shiva was showering his wives with affection, apologizing to them for every incident that he was insensitive towards them.

-Now if you could just get every other male on earth to understand what it feels like to have a period- then maybe more things would change.

[vashatxt]

blade x reader - period s3x

imagine: you're not feeling too hot, on your period and suffering in bed, but you have a generous boyfriend called blade who knows exactly how to get you to sleep.

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cw: period sex, piss mention, oral sex, ass play.

the worst thing about your period, aside from how little you’re able to get done and the moodswings, is the pain. you’ve always suffered from horrendous cramping, heavy bleeding, bloating, and every other symptom under the sun.

there are days during that week of the month where you can do nothing but curl up into the fetal position, clench your legs together, your hand not resting on your crotch for anything nefarious, just comfort.

one afternoon, after showering to freshen up with no relief from the misery, you resign yourself to a nap. your boyfriend is already in bed, cosy in his boxers and a sweatshirt, his long hair tied up in a ponytail.

You smile at him and then start to pout. "don't be mad, but i think i need to accept the fact today is a write off."

"get in here." you gratefully climb over him onto the bed, curling up and letting out a deep sigh as your head hits the pillow. your tampon is only making you more conscious of your flow with how it would leak within an hour, and that wouldnt make for a peaceful nap.

"i'll change the sheets later...," you mumble. "don't worry about that," blade shushes you, his voice soft and gentle. you nuzzle into his shoulder. "It's okay, my girl." "mhm."

blade lowers the volume on the television while you assume your usual position, hand between your thighs. You try to focus on your breathing to allow yourself to fall into a deep slumber, but it's no use.

the cramping pain that extended right down from your abdomen to your legs is just intensifying. You moan as and wriggle around, trying to relieve it any way possible.

"babe?” blade mumbles. 

"mhhm? im sorry, i know i'm disturbing you-," "you're not at all. i just...," blade slips his own hand between your thighs. "maybe an orgasm could help you sleep?"

"i...," you aren’t a blusher, but for some reason, you feel embarrassed. "i promise i wasnt trying to.... be presumptuous and initiate something-,"

"i know," blade presses his hand down onto your much smaller one, and smirks when you gasp. your hand is the only barrier between your cunt, and blade’s touch. "but you sound like you might need it." "b-but you know i don't like to make it gross...,"

"do you think its gross when i fuck you and my cock and my fingers come out covered in blood?" blade blinks, wide eyed and innocent. it takes everything for you not to moan at the words alone. "no... i think its hot."

"so do i. selfishly, this is one of my favorite times of the month." a grin flashes across his face, before he gently retracts his hand and uses it to roll you onto your back. "spread your legs."

he's gone down on you on your period before, but never while you were freely bleeding this heavily. but you don’t have time to feel self conscious, because the minute blade slips two of his long fingers into your pussy and gently pumps in and out, the lubrication from the blood and cum making it too easy for him to make you feel full. "more," you moan, but blade just laughs. "you're so fucking soaked, you slut."

blade is positioned on his knees between your spread legs, and makes sure to make eye contact before lowering his head, painfully slowly, like you have all the patience in the world. he doesn't break the eye contact until he has to, and he burrows his whole face into your warm cunt. the hand he was using to fuck you is now digging into your hip, keeping you restrained, and the other slips underneath your butt, fingers itching to play with your asshole. but eating you out is the main event. as blade’s tongue swirls inside you and he licks at your clit, just gently enough for it to be considered a tease, you are squirming. You’re sensitive at the best of times, but this is actually threatening to humiliate you with how quick you could climax. You muster the strength to start grinding against his face. "you ok?" blade pulls back, looking at you again. 

"what?!" "you're being a brat." You narrow your eyes. "are you for real?"

Blade loves winding you up, but you can't do it today. you’re destroyed. Blade’s face is soaked, the sun shining in through the window making it absolutely clear that his face is coated in not just blood, but clear, thick  cum too. "kiss me," you demand, and blade knows you’re feeling better already - but isn't going to complain about continuing to take care of you. You’ve forgotten all about your reservations regarding mess, and you clumsily climbs on top of blade, diving in for a sloppy kiss. You taste yourself, and fuck, there is something so hot about it, if you do say so yourself. You suck on blade’s bottom lip and cup his face to smear the blood further across it. he looks like an animal after devouring its helpless prey. and blade is licking his lips. Hungry for more. "leave some for me," he pouts. "not fair, babe." "you cant get enough of my taste, can you?" "you really are an insufferable little bitch."

You kiss him again, blade’s hands are around your waist and pulling you closer, while you fumble underneath his sweatshirt to start flicking and twisting at his nipples - you know how much he gets off on sharp pains like that - “fuck, you’re a desperate little thing.”

"always, baby," blade moans. "please. please please please." "please what?" "i wanna taste y-you... please... i wanna .. i wanna breathe you in... i want to drown in your cunt...i want every drop of you i want it i want it."

You shift forwards and lower yourself onto blade’s lips, blade dutifully supporting you from behind which has the added benefit of being able to pull you down further onto his face.

"this'll shut you up," you mumble, and it's not quite true, because though slightly muffled, blade is louder than ever, louder than even you were. there's something about a boy moaning into your pussy with his hot breath that drives you insane, and you know you won't last long, you’ll spill while still sitting on his face like its a throne made just for you. but thats how blade worships you, after all. he falls apart for you, so he deserves a good view of you falling apart for him.

"you feel what you do to me?" Blade presses his tongue into you in response. of course he can't penetrate much, but it's enough. You ride his tongue, closing your eyes and your hips rising and falling, throwing your neck back. You let the cusses and the whimpers and the "blade"s fall out of your mouth until the moment his lips latch around your throbbing clit and his tongue wraps around in weird and wonderful directions, you cannot even figure out what he was fucking drawing on you in his mind (blade tells you later it was the word "mine"), and when he refuses to stop stimulating your urethra when you warn him to not, you don’t have a choice - "fuck," you yell “blade, blade, bla--," You tremble into the orgasm, feeling the familiar warm sensations of a gush of blood, squirting, and a trickle of piss all while blade digs his fingers into your ass so hard that you can't move from his face.

then, finally, you can roll off him and fall asleep in seconds, this time to the soundtrack of blade jacking off beside you under the covers, not being able to keep your name out of his mouth as he does.

[justifiedthoughts]

Alhaitham & Kaveh Headcanons

Okay, so, I'm currently working on a really-fucking-long headcanons post. Due to certain aspects of the post, I remembered that I had these deep within my notes app.

As to why they're deep in my notes? Well, they were simply never allowed to see the light of day, as the blog that I dumped them into the inbox of (as an anon) got deleted before they ever got posted/replied to.

Why was I anon posting large amounts of headcanons despite literally having a blog? Simple! My confidence was (and still is) absolute trash. I still sometimes headcanon dump under an anon name from lack of confidence of doing it on my own blog-

Anyway, Headcanons are under the read line. For the most part, I just directly copy/pasted from my notes app, including my greetings to the blog that I had originally sent these to - I just removed the anon signature that I used.

Mind the tags, but that's a given with kink, no?

Hihi hello, yes I’m still alive, and don’t worry about how long you might take! I’ve been fading on and off Tumblr anyway without the ability to ramble about making my current-favorite ship suffer in their digestive issues.

Anyway, time for me to dump whatever I come up with on you! Probably more Kavetham, because I’m still vibrating in fluffy enjoyment.

Note: Some are kink-related, some are not.

(Kaveh)

Travels to other nations sometimes, just so he can observe the architecture. Yes, he does bother Al-Haitham into joining him for quite a few of them (Acting-Grand Sage period = work break!).

Will go on random spiels about architecture, sometimes rambling for hours without end.

Special interest :)

Most common victim to these rambles is Al-Haitham, ~~not that he minds.~~

Did I mention my lactose intolerant Kaveh headcanon yet? Because that definitely exists deep within my mind.

It gives him bubbly guts, and with that comes a whole slew of gas, both with those hard-to-release burps and numerous farts.

He’s usually just left in discomfort for the rest of the day, though sometimes he’d end up bloating fairly heavily.

Too embarrassed to go out into public when he does bloat, usually ends up shutting himself into his room under the pretext of working on a blueprint. In reality, he’s curled up on his bed, miserable.

Al-Haitham eventually shows up due to the odd silence of the house (since Kaveh’s not being his loud self, which is very rare and very concerning, in Al-Haitham’s POV).

Doesn’t even bother knocking, considering it’s his house anyway

Only slightly off-put by Kaveh’s positioning.

Kaveh notices the rude intrusion, but simply ignores it beyond curling slightly more around his bloated stomach.

He does, however, acknowledge Al-Haitham’s presence when he’s literally dragged out of bed.

Turns out, for some inane reason, the younger wants him to taste-test a dish he’s cooking.

He complies, of course; pointing out that there’s not enough salt in it (and quietly complaining over the lack of spice, but that’s a losing battle with Al-Haitham, for multiple reasons)

The entire scene actually distracts him from his earlier sulking, and soon enough he’s seated with the more-salty dish and adding assorted dashes of spices to the otherwise bland dish.

Never actually realizes that Al-Haitham had distracted him until he’s in bed that night, about to fall asleep.

(Al-Haitham)

I brought this up on my first-ever submission to you, and I’ll bring it up again: Al-Haitham vs. Liyuean food.

From what I can remember, most of Liyue’s native dishes have spices in them. Specifically, Jueyun Chilis. Which are apparently one of the spiciest food ingredients currently in existence for the Genshin world.

(Description pulled from game) “…Merely smelling it makes one hot and thirsty…[The spiciness] makes people want to run to the highest peaks of Jueyun and cool their mouths with chilly air.”

Perhaps he’ll do some forward research about Liyuean dishes so that he knows what to avoid, but maybe he’d end up pushed into trying one without knowing beforehand.

Kaveh would likely be distracting him with one of his rambles over Liyue’s architecture - who probably wouldn’t immediately realize that the dish had chilis in it.

Instantly realizes his mistake the moment the heat actually hits his senses, but it’s already too late.

Cue the various ‘realization’ reactions:

Trembling so much that even Kaveh notices.

Uneasily resting a hand over his stomach, just waiting for the first upset gurgle to break out.

Small anxiety tics, like being unable to keep his eyes on a specific spot for even a small period of time.

Visibly cringes with the first noises his stomach starts to make, already trying to muffle it to the best of his ability.

Did I mention that they’re eating out in public? Because this is the scene that my brain’s generating.

Holds in his gas, simply because of his own embarrassment of having to deal with his… ‘intolerance’ in public.

Of course, that motion only worsens his situation, since his abdomen starts to bloat up from the trapped gas.

At some point, Kaveh prods into Al-Haitham’s internal panic, inquiring to the younger on ‘if he’s alright’ and whatnot.

Al-Haitham would glare at him for even bothering to ask such a thing, if he had the willpower to.

As it is, he simply bites out a small, almost ashamed-sounding “It has spices in it.”

I’d like to think that they’ve definitely known each other long enough for Kaveh to know the foreboding realization on just what that means.

(…Me realizing that I never did list out my eructo headcanons for Al-Haitham, which I will definitely do at some point!)

Al-Haitham getting startled by a sudden, breathy burp, which brings up another taste of the chilis, at which point he ends up downing an entire glass of water in one go in order to cool his mouth for even a moment.

The sudden influx of a fair portion of a rather cold liquid does his stomach no favors, as the unsettled organ continues to audibly gurgle alongside the sloshing from the amount of liquid in it.

Perhaps while all this is going on, Kaveh manages to take charge and pay for their short meal, packing up the spiced dish for himself and rounding the table to try to get Al-Haitham up so that they can be somewhere more private than whatever diner they’re currently at.

Al-Haitham moves slowly, noticeably paler than usual as he struggles to simultaneously hold in his gas, muffle the various noises his stomach is making, and make it seem like he’s having no such issues to the average passersby.

Kaveh ends up carefully leading him back to where they’re staying, since the younger’s too distracted with his intestinal distress to pay much more attention than the bare minimum.

Probably ends up resting on a semi-comfortable chair near the bathroom, cradling his stomach as it truly starts to kick up a chili-induced storm.

Harsher gurgles, leading with equally (if not more so) harsh cramps.

Since he’s not dealing with public embarrassment anymore, he does actually begin to let out the bubbly farts produced from this mess.

Some of them simply refuse to come out, keeping him bloated as he desperately tries to rub and press in an attempt to just get it out. (He doesn’t even care that Kaveh’s present, it hurts too much for him to try to bring himself to care about that minor fact.)

He can’t stop shaking. Be it from a generalized discomfort of his current situation, to the stress and nerves getting to him, his body simply will not stop trembling.

Kaveh probably would end up prying in to try to help Al-Haitham at some point, inevitably pushing aside one of the younger’s hands to be able to get his own hands on site, in order to finally be able to properly help.

In one timeline, maybe Al-Haitham eventually gets pressed with an urgent need, leading to him rushing into the bathroom and… dealing, with the rest of it himself.

In another timeline, maybe he doesn’t get that sort of agonizing relief, as his stomach continues with its raging gurgles, cramping and churning all the way until he perhaps ends up just passing out from the pain of it all.

Nah bc I just headcanon-formatted an entire story or so in the span of a few hours.

[cinemaocd]

Good god, I'm watching David Lean films on my laptop and using my good headphones and they are so very much about sound, especially after Lawrence, but before on BOTRK, where the noise of the jungle was allowed to breath around the edges of the proceedings. As a designer he would never let atmosphere hamper dialog. Fond of echo effects, which he uses playfully in Lawrence of Arabia, Lean uses them to amplify the sound of a crying infant in a cave, and the rushing echo of a heart attack as heard in a dying woman's ear, to a far more mystical, almost supernatural effect.

I can't help but think David Lynch was paying close attention to David Lean.

For a man whose name is also an adjective for absence of fat, Lean's movies are ironically larded with rich sequences of landscapes, filmed in wide screen with the best technicolor. While the text of Lawrence of Arabia uses "fat" derisively to describe an imagined decadent England. (I always picture Bertie Wooster when Lawrence gets going on England being a fat country full of fat people. Not necessarily physically, but perhaps a mental blubber. ) It is a byword for decadence. The joy of course, is realizing the decadence of the experience of watching a three hour film, that takes time out to show you a troop of monkeys, a bicycle ride through tall grass, a woman passing an umbrella down a cliff as the wind absolutely booms in your ears. Lean transports you to impossible places. It is always spectacular.

I've often lamented the decade of bloated, over-long, over-budget films that followed in the wake of Lawrence of Arabia, which changed the landscape for a decade or more for better and worse. It seemed after Lawrence films got bigger but not necessarily better. Watching a master like J. Lee Thompson go from the glorious The Guns of Navarone to the excreble McKenna's Gold could inspire a strong case study against the Lawrence Effect.

Yet, it's Lean himself who makes best use of the space he made in the industry for a bigger, longer, artier film to be made in Hollywood. A Passage to India is a gorgeous film with a haunting theme. It's beautifully acted for the most part (Alec Guinness cringe aside) and manages both drawing room period drama pacing balanced against the coiled tension of Indian history. The film suffered from timing as it was released the year after Richard Attenborough's Gandhi. Two big name British filmmakers, doing period dramas set in India within a twelvemonth is a news story onto itself. Gandhi came out first: big, loud, simple-minded, ham-fisted, utterly gorgeous prestige drama that swept all the awards. The next year Lean puts out what amounts to an art house period dramedy with some interesting overtones of Forster's sexuality. That the film seems dated with its brown face and with its pussy footing around with the gay theme, when the year before Maurice was far more frank.

[your-divine-ribs]

SFW Alphabet: C for Caring

C= Caring (How do they take care of you when you're not feeling well?) // Words 2.2k // Your bf Van looks after you when you have a bad period

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As soon as you wake up you know. In fact that was likely the reason you'd woken up so early. You suck in a sharp inhale through gritted teeth as you turn over in bed, simultaneously pulling your knees up bent into your body until you're curled up into a foetal position. Still the pain wracks you. Sharp, visceral stabbing pains in your lower abdomen that make you groan out loud.

"Babe? You awake? I was gonna leave you to have a lie-in this morning."

You feel the bed dip down as your boyfriend shifts beside you, his body pushed right up against yours, an arm snaking around your waist. Usually you'd welcome an early morning cuddle, stretching out your limbs and snuggling into his comforting warmth, but this isn't one of those times. You groan again and bat his hand away, replacing it with your own which instinctively rubs circles on your belly. It doesn't ease the pain but you carry on regardless, pressing your fingers into your skin like you can somehow dig out the discomfort.

"What's up love? You alright? You're not sick are ya?"

"No," you grumble out, smushing your face into your pillow, wincing as another pain shoots through you. "Got my bloody period haven't I? I must've got my dates mixed up. Thought I was due on next week."

"Phew, at least you're not pregnant then!"

You can hear the relief in your boyfriend's words, your head twisting around immediately, fast enough to give you whiplash. "You what?"

He's risen up to kneel on the bed beside you, smiling down on you. "Well... you know... when we got carried away the other week when we got back from the pub and you said you couldn't remember whether you'd taken your pill 'cause you were drunk..."

He trails off then, his smile quickly fading as he sees your eyes narrow at him, your downturned mouth and your brow creased in disbelief. "I'm bloody dying here and all you can do is go on about how you're off the hook for not knocking me up!"

His eyes widen immediately, he looks like the wind's been knocked out of him and to be honest you wish you could knock it out of him. You suffer terribly with your periods. It's not just the cramps and the bloating and the achey tender boobs, you also get the mood swings, and they can range from sulky moodiness to incandescent rage to blubbering inconsolable mess... and sometimes all three in the space of ten minutes. The worst part of it is you know damn well why you're feeling cranky, but hormones aren't to be reasoned with. Try as you might to pull yourself out of your dire mood and back to your usual calm, happy, smiling self, it just doesn't happen.

"What d'ya mean off the hook?" Van protests, his face scrunching up. "That's a bit unfair. Can you not remember that discussion we had the other week? You know I'd love to have kids. You're the one who said you weren't ready!"

"I'm not ready!" You snap back. "We struggle enough looking after ourselves, let alone bringing a baby into the mix."

Van sighs, exasperated. "So you are actually relieved that you're not pregnant then?"

You shrug sulkily. Of course you are.

"Suppose so… but I'm still dying anyway... not that you care."

"Of course I care," he murmurs, dipping his head down so he can press a small kiss to the skin of your exposed shoulder. "Let me look after you today, yeah, and I'll show you just how much I do."

It's the way he says it, the genuine concern in his eyes and the tender way he pulls the bedsheets back over your body, tucking you in and promising you a day of pampering before he leaves the room that makes your heart warm. It chases away the hormonal fog that's hanging over you and you thank him gratefully as he returns with a steaming hot cup of tea and a couple of paracetamol in his outstretched palm shortly afterwards.

You hoist yourself up into a sitting position, swallowing down the painkillers and sipping at the tea, watching him pottering around the bedroom. He opens drawers and the wardrobe, taking out items of clothing and laying them on the bed before turning to you with a smile. "I know ya like to lounge around in my comfy clothes when you're feeling like this."

You can't help but smile back. You're always pinching his clothes, but as much as you'd like to lie around all day in one of his over-sized band tees and a pair of his sweatpants you know you can't. You groan inside as your mind dredges up all the chores you had listed in your head to do today.

"I'd love to have a lazy day but I've got so much to do. I need to get up and get moving." You reluctantly peel back the duvet, ready to rise up on to your feet but you're stopped in your tracks by a sharp, gnawing pain in your gut and you bend over, hissing out curses. "Ahh... fuck."

"You're not doing anything today, love. You're going to take it easy."

Van's voice is gentle but stern and you look up quickly. "But it's only my period. Seriously, I've got loads to do. I can't just abandon all my plans..."

"Yes you can, I'm sure it's nothing that can't wait." Then he cracks a cheeky grin. "Anyway... I thought you were dying?"

That makes you laugh. "Okay... so maybe I was being a little over-dramatic!"

As if on cue the hollow twisting ache inside of you increases and you shoot up a hand to grasp at your stomach, grimacing with the pain. Van's smile quickly falls away.

"Ain't nothing dramatic about it, babe. You're staying home and resting, and that's an order. You're always on the go, rushing about for everyone else. You need to take some time out once in a while."

"But..."

"No buts," he cuts in, and you pout at him sulkily and roll your eyes even though you're secretly pleased. "Now I'm gonna run you a bath and you're gonna relax... okay?"

"Okay Mr Bossy," you smirk back at him playfully.

The bath is heavenly and you sigh blissfully as you sink down into the warm water, leaning back against the tub. Van takes his place kneeling down, elbows propped up on the edge of the bath so you can chat whilst you lie there. It's exactly what you need and after a while the warmth of the water and the effects of the painkillers start to soothe your pain to no more than a muted dull ache.

"How you feeling now?" Van enquires.

"Mmm... much better already... thank you. This is nice... really nice."

He shifts where he kneels. "Come on then, lean forward, put ya head back."

"Huh?" You ask, but you're already doing as instructed, straightening up, the water swirling around you as you bring up your knees, wrapping your arms around them. "You're not washing my hair again are you? I'm not a baby, I can manage it myself ya know."

"I know," he says, and you can hear the grin in his voice as he speaks. "But I also know how much you love me doing it... and you are a baby... my baby."

You chuckle at that. "You soppy bugger."

You tease him when he's soft like this but you love it. He knows you're not normally one to be babied and you're fiercely independent usually, but sometimes when you're grumpy and hormonal there's nothing you like more than to be fussed over and taken care of. You feel a glow of affection radiate through you as you tip your head back and feel the warm water cascade down over your hair and your shoulders, his long supple fingers massaging the fragrant shampoo into your locks.

"Close your eyes, don't wanna get shampoo in 'em."

"Mmm... feels really nice," you murmur, shutting your eyes and luxuriating in the feeling. "You do take good care of me."

"Ah I know love, it's a tough job but someone's gotta do it," he chuckles.

After he's rinsed the shampoo from your hair he tells you that he's just got to nip out to the shop and he leaves you in the bathroom to finish up. You lie back to soak peacefully for a while, but then you're aware that the ache in your gut has been replaced by a different sensation as a loud rumble takes you by surprise. That's the other thing about your period. Even though you feel bloated you feel like you could eat until you pop. All of a sudden your carefully selected nutritious and balanced diet goes out of the window to be replaced by cravings for all manner of unhealthy snacks. Sugary, salty, stodgy... if it's bad for you then you want it.

You pull the plug and rise up, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel before making for the bedroom, smiling to yourself when you see what Van's laid out on the bed for you. There's his old faded ‘The Streets’ hoodie that's always been big enough on him let alone you. You recall teasing him about it when you first met, not sharing his deep reverence of Mike Skinner and his straightforward lyrics. Now he's the one who teases you as it's your favourite item of clothing to wear despite your dislike for the music. It's so loose and cosy, and more importantly it just reminds you of him, you practically live in it when he's away on tour. He's also laid out a pair of his sweatpants next to some fluffy novelty socks that Mary purchased for you last Christmas with a matching set for her son. And of course... most importantly of all, there's a small pile of necessary products, various sanitary towels and tampons. You giggle to yourself as you select what you need, picturing him radiating panic the first time you’d ever asked him to go to the shop to pick you up some pads, too wracked with cramps to move due to another brutal period. How he'd come back with a carrier bag bursting with every kind of women's hygiene product your local Asda had stocked, mumbling on red-faced about not having a clue about different flows and whether you wanted 'with wings' or without. "I've never been so out of depth in my life love," he'd admitted... but since you moved in together he takes it all in his stride.

You're just pulling the hoodie over your head when you hear the front door shut and his voice calling out, "I'm home! You out the bath yet? Wait till ya see what I've got!"

You find him in the living room, and when he hears you enter the room he looks up, mile wide grin splitting his face in two as he proceeds to empty out a carrier bag on to the sofa. There's crisps and chocolate bars and biscuits, every kind of tempting calorie-laden snack your hungry belly desires.

"Bloody hell!" You exclaim. "Look at all that lot! I can practically feel my cholesterol level rising just looking at it. What's all this for?"

"Well I know you have these cravings, and I wasn't sure what ya fancied so I just thought I'd buy a selection to be on the safe side." He shrugs, laughing. "I might have gone a little bit over the top actually..."

"You're not kidding!" You giggle, flopping down on the sofa next to him. "I've not even had breakfast yet, but those Doritos look really tempting... oh god Van, you're such a bad influence... but it's so sweet of you."

"Only the best for you love. Thought we could just camp out on the sofa all day... maybe re-watch Stranger Things?" He smiles as you nod enthusiastically. "Told ya I was gonna look after ya today didn't I? Anything you want... all day long."

You narrow your eyes at him, feigning suspicion. "Oh it's like that is it... what you after, eh?"

He raises his hands up, eyes wide. "Nothing I swear..." A pause before a mischievous grin takes over as he lowers his voice like you're not supposed to hear his after-thought. "And I wanna keep ya sweet... don't wanna get on the wrong side of one of your legendary hormonal rages!"

"Fuck off!" You cry, grabbing for a cushion and launching it in his direction, bursting into a fit of laughter as it catches him square in the face, knocking his head back and mussing up his hair.

Laughing devilishly you reach for another cushion to pummel him with but he dives across the sofa at you, knocking the snacks aside in the process. He catches you around the waist, driving you back until you're lying flat on your back with him hovering over you. You're both laughing, and all of a sudden you're almost thankful for having an excuse to spend a lazy day with him, giggling as he plants a small, sweet kiss on your lips before pulling away to gaze down on you with affection.

"Bloody love ya Y/N," he murmurs. "Have I told ya lately?"

You squirm underneath him, your heart fit to burst. "Yeah... you tell me all the time... not that I'm complaining."

You crane your neck upwards to scatter a few kisses on his jawline. "And I love you too."

[anditookthatmetaphorically]

hi. if you're in this tag, you're suffering, so here's some things that work for me. i can make no promises about how WELL they work, in my experience every flare is different and i'm keenly aware how lucky i am that i only get flares (knock on wood). but i know how it is to be in so much anguish that you're willing to try anything, and i've been in this tag myself looking for help i couldn't find, so here goes.

(other sufferers please feel free to add your own strategies as well, even if they directly contradict mine. this beast is different for everyone it hurts.)

STUFF THAT HELPS ME:

for some reason, sitting with my feet propped up, with one leg straight and one bent. the more horizontal the better, with as little pressure on the trouble spots as physically possible. (fully inclining to get all my blood to go up instead of down can help too.)

ibuprofen or other painkillers, efficacy varies.

vibration. not in a sexy way, think massage levels at a steady and unchanging rate, and not for too long. at the right angle it seems to overwhelm my nerves and make them stop trying to send information. (i mostly use this when i'm feeling active pain, it's not helpful if the sensation is only distracting, and too much pressure will make it worse.)

getting off, but, and this is important - CONSCIOUSLY RELAXING immediately afterward, every muscle in my body, and staying that way as long as possible. i do this even when i'm not in the middle of a flare in hopes of rewiring my physiology to not immediately roar back to attention. sometimes it can trick my body into accepting whatever satiating hormones are getting released as enough to (mostly) turn off, at least for a while. twice is the max before i try something else.

as much as possible, i try not to get off more than twice in the same day. often by the third or fourth time i am actively making the flare worse, or i'm risking a flare if i'm not already having one.

for some fucking reason i tend to bloat up during one of these, so lately i use peppermint to try to address that. not sure how well it works yet, but if you're bloating, you can probably tell how much worse that's making it, try to bring it down any way you can.

this requires doctor buy-in but muscle relaxants can help me sometimes, if nothing else they'll help me sleep through it. diazepam varies for me, it can make things better or do nothing, it's a toss-up.

the yoga position "happy baby." i don't do it right since i don't know how to yoga, but it tends to hurt my back for a while which can be nice and distracting, and when that eventually goes away it helps with taking the pressure off as much as possible. i haven't tested it for very long periods because it's hard to do anything in that position except think about how much i hate having pgad, which means i'm thinking about the problem, which doesn’t help.

progesterone supplements help. i'm afab so i don't know if this will help amab people but if you can talk your doctor into it, allegedly it's supposed to calm everything down. however, messing with your hormones in any way always runs the risk of making it worse, so be aware.

brief, inconsistent pressure. kind of the same thing as the vibration, it's about overloading the nerves so they shut up for a minute (which i'm aware may be a quirk of mine and not a universal experience). think more scratching or pinching, less pressing or rubbing. again doesn’t really help with arousal, just pain.

keeping an empty bladder. i don't know why, it's just generally worse for me if it's full, so i go early and often.

STUFF I AVOID:

ice. for me this is the definition of short term relief in exchange for long term suffering, no matter how much relief i get in the moment it's going to be ten times worse later and tends to only prolong the flare.

lidocaine gel. i might get a little relief from this, but not much, and i suspect all it really does is make me unaware just how much pressure i'm putting on the area, which only agitates everything and makes things worse when the numbness wears off.

ssris. i know these are marketed as a treatment for this condition, which is wild to me because i got mine from taking ssris and you'd have to strap me down and sedate me to get me to take them again. i have basically become very hyperaware of any med that can potentially mess with my serotonin in particular and will immediately reject one if i start to feel a flare coming on when i start taking it. i also request that my doctor start me on very low doses of anything we suspect of being a trigger, so i can hopefully catch it before it gets bad.

i already kinda mentioned it but getting off too often, this invariably makes everything so much worse and the sensation and the desperation only increase over time. if i fuck up like this sometimes squeezing in the right place to reduce as much blood flow to the trouble spot as i possibly can will help, but only temporarily, and ideally i can recover enough to move on to a distraction technique instead.

thinking about it, which is why i'm going to have to stop working on this post now and try to do something else (reading and gaming and watching video essays or doing more than one thing at once tends to be my go-to, i tend to be unable to focus on a hobby that requires too much active thinking like drawing or writing or studying during a flare).

again you know your situation better than i ever will, unfortunately, so if you already know something on this list will just make it worse, please don't try that. if something that doesn’t work for me works for you then thank god something works, do that thing i beg.

best of luck and i hope you can find relief somewhere, in those thin places we have to accept as the best we can get for now.

[tessathegamefreak]

Hey, sorry to ask you of this, but...

How would the males in fusions with male(s) and female(s) in them react to the female being on her period while in the fusion?

Again, I'm sorry.

Well, it is an interesting question. A tad off-handed, but not one I consider inappropriate or bizarre. Then again, I have wondered the same thing too, so no shame in that.

To answer the question, most of the male+female fusions I have don't actually experience menstruation since I headcanon the videogame characters don't have the same life experiences as us, including periods [although despite not having periods, the videogame women still know what they are]. Any of my WIR OCs/AU characters that are fused with other WIR based characters don't have to dread the call of nature.

In the case of fusions that include biological females that aren't originally from a videogame though... Yeah, it happens, and it's definitely a shock to the men! Not sure if I can give you all the reactions, but some I can give to you off the top of my head:

- If Paradox were to start her period, Bls and Bo would both be screaming on the inside, thinking they are dying. They wouldn't understand what a period is since they originally came from a decade where periods were taboo to even mention.

- Steep when in Idris or Stella would be shocked, and he won't like the cramps or bloating in the slightest. I believe in Stella, he would have more reason to be calm since Clara could help talk him through it; Idris, I have reason to believe they would both be too distressed to help each other.

- Felix in Nalix would be so anxious and frustrated constantly, and he definitely doesn't want to make them get up.

- Not sure if this would be true, but maybe even Cassette?? For sure, if they did suffer that too, AU Turbo would be so panicked if that did happen. Just like Bls and Bo, the decade that they are from constrains his knowledge on that stuff. Oh, and he would definitely make Cassette gorge on chocolates to curb the cravings, too.

Thoughts?. @nintendoneko64 @dib-thing-wannabe

[ed-recovery-affirmations]

Hi! I wanted to ask for advice on how to deal with extreme emotions controlling how much I eat or don't eat?

Something I wanted to clarify is that when I don't eat, I'm not starving myself on purpose, but when I do eat, I am purposely binging.

For a long time I lost weight thanks to being too anxious to eat. I would throw up during anxiety attacks, and lose my appetite for weeks during periods of stress. I was severely underweight and many doctors assumed I was dealing with anorexia simply based off my weight, even after I explained I wasn't losing weight on purpose and just had extreme anxiety affecting my eating habits and making me throw up.

Nowadays, my depression is a lot stronger than my anxiety. (I am dealing with grief from multiple deaths in the family, I'm disabled, and because of my life circumstances, it's very unlikely that I'll ever be able to live independently or work outside of home)

While anxiety makes me throw up or lose my appetite for food, depression does the opposite. I binge eat out of depression. I feel bored and aimless all day so I try to fix it by overeating, and I don't feel like a normal person when I eat. I plan out my binge sessions and consume way more food than what's healthy for me, even to the point where I physically feel sick from the bloating, or from eating foods that I'm sensitive to since I suffer from GI issues. I don't feel full after I finish binging, and it's starting to become very disruptive.

On the one hand I'm glad that I have an appetite and that I'm not at an unhealthy low weight anymore but I realize that what I'm doing now isn't an ideal coping mechanism, either. I'm having a lot of trouble coping, I don't have a doctor who I see regularly, and I can feel myself spiraling out of control. How do I learn how to eat normally?

Hm. This is such a complex situation. Chronic health conditions can be so difficult in these situations. If you're able to access counseling, I'd say start the process of finding a counselor who's a good fit for you. This will be someone who can guide you with a tailor-made plan just for you, and can adapt it at every step of the way. If you get someone who has expertise in eating disorder recovery, they might know about some of the health issues you ought to work on addressing. If you can get a new doctor, I absolutely would. The root issue here seems to be the stress vomiting, and you absolutely need professionals who will listen to you and take that issue seriously. Both a primary care provider and a mental health counselor might be good resources for helping you take on a multipronged approach to that problem. I'm so sorry you had to experience a doctor who wouldn't listen to you.

I understand your need to binge while you feel able to eat to get your body weight up. Do be aware that by prolonging this pattern, you may be ingraining the binge-restrict pattern more deeply into your body and mind. This is typically a pattern with people who are trying to restrict deliberately, as their bodies get more and more desperate and then when they do allow themselves to eat, they get out of control. It sounds like your body is creating a similar response because when you're depressed it knows you can reliably keep food down. But unfortunately ingraining this cycle into your body may cause long-term health issues too.

It must be so tempting to continue the cycle of overeating since it seems like a way to kill two birds with one stone. It balances out the times you can't keep food down and regulates your weight, and the dopamine from the binge gives you an easy boost out of the depression. But binge eating isn't a depression cure, especially not as it sinks into a pattern, and you said yourself you've noticed you include eating foods that make you feel crappy because you literally don't care. This is not helping you fix your relationship with food, I'm guessing. And it also won't help you learn to work through depression in a healthy way. Doctors and counselors might be able to help you with that and anxiety too, which I bet would help your relationship with food as well.

For the short term, do what keeps you alive and keep eating what you can when you can. But make sure you immediately prioritize accessing resources that will help you to break this cycle. If you're not finding the right doctors or counselors, switch. I know it's hard. I know it's a daunting process. But you've got to invest in you if you can. Be compassionate with yourself if you have setbacks, because it sounds like life has really been walloping you with obstacles and you've got to keep in mind that no one copes perfectly with circumstances like that. I hope things get better for you in spite of the many obstacles that have been thrown your way.

[tarakau]

Ok so I need to share something I'm quite excited (and also really bitter) about.

My whole life I've struggled with tachycardia, really fast heart rate. My resting heart rate was around 100-120, while it should be around 70. My entire life. I've visited dozens, if not hundreds of doctors from the ripe age of 5, all of whom gaslit me, considered my issue just a stress reaction or just simply told me that "surely you must've ran up the stairs to get here". I never received any treatment.

Obviously, if you go about your life with an untreated tachycardia, your heart gets weakened and tired after a while and you're much much more likely to die young.

I've been having awful symptoms of total exhaustion, dizziness, collapsing, full body pain, headaches, chest aches, issues with breathing and mainly utter inability to move properly because my heart rate got to around 180 after just walking up a flight of stairs or getting up from bed. Countless of others too. For my whole life. Which have been getting so bad that I was unable to watch dramatic movies because the tension in it caused my heartbeat to spike.

And now, after about 25 years of this I have finally received pills for this, only after getting a medical check for my driver's licence and the doctor thinking that "I could put other people in risk if I got a heart attack behind a steering wheel because of this". So the only reason I finally got taken seriously was me being a threat to others. Incredible.

I received pills, beta-blockers, for my heart. They're quite old school, they can give you diabetes, they're to be taken until you die and you CAN'T miss one or you can get a heart attack, but...

The relief has been INSTANT. It's been only 3 days and yet I already have so much more energy! Most of the chronic pain is gone! My back or chest don't hurt, even my period is lighter and less painful, I can run up and down the stairs and I don't feel like dying! The nausea and dizziness is gone, together with the pressure in my head and chest, and I feel so much happier and healthier! I'm not so bloated anymore either and I don't feel so exhausted!

I'm honestly so so happy that I feel like crying and it's such a relief after my WHOLE life suffering through the most unimaginable pain and hardships.

Obviously it could still change, as anything can, and it's not foolproof or easy, but the quality of my life has risen up by a dramatic amount and I'm just SO HAPPY!

I just fucking wish ANY of the GPs and cardiologists and neurologists and endocrinologists THOUGHT of this. I wish I received this treatment as a kid and I didn't have to suffer my whole life. Maybe I wouldn't have struggled so much all the time. Maybe I wouldn't have dropped out of college. Maybe I wouldn't have been so depressed. It's so unfair and I'm so mad I wanna scream... But right now I'm mainly just happy. Wish me luck that it actually lasts and that, you know, the pills don't kill me anyways or something.

[thecocacolacorporation]

I have lost all hope with the NHS at this point.

I see behind the scenes every day as part of my job and it is just a rotten bloated corpse of an organisation at this point. But the past few interactions I've had with doctors as a patient has left me completely without hope for ever receiving decent medical advice.

I have been complaining about heavy irregular very painful periods for over a decade now. I've never been diagnosed with PCOS (but it seems extremely likely). They did the wrong type of ultrasound last time I went for a diagnosis.

Despite not really wanting to, I finally conceeded to going on Desogestrel. It was presented to me as 'either you go on the pill or you have the coil, or you just sit and suffer'. It has worked remarkably well. Hardly any bleeding now, no pain, great.

NB: I am a cis woman. I attended the appointment where I was prescribed the pill with my cis male partner, who I introduced as such. Don't worry! This fact will become important later!

What I was less happy about was when I looked up the BNF NICE guidelines and saw that it interacts with my epilepsy medication.

I brought it up in my next medication review. It was horribly apparent that they were not going to bring up this drug interaction at all (so there is a tip for you all! Check ALL drugs on the BNF NICE guidelines website! Because your doctor won't!) The pharmacist didnt seem to know anything about it. Then eventually they said 'yes, they can interact and make your birth control less effective...but you were only on Desogestrel for your periods right?'

As if, AS IF, there are many women in long term monogamous heterosexual relationships who WOULDNT USE IT AS BIRTH CONTROL, IF THEY HAD TO TAKE IT ANYWAY! They said nothing to me about reduced protection from pregnancy. I even asked them 'how long does it take before it protects me from pregnancy?' as just a little HINT of what I might be planning to do while on the pill. THEY SHOULD TELL EVERYONE IN MY POSITION THAT THEIR BIRTH CONTROL MIGHT NOT BE EFFECTIVE.

I am so done.

At this point I don't want to speak to a doctor again. I'm too angry. I go to appointments now with my hackles raised.

I think I am very unlucky in having 2 conditions where the majority of sufferers are women. I have been treated like it genuinely does not matter if I can barely walk for a week every month. Like it does not matter that I have stabbing pains behind my eyes on an almost daily basis. Like me being absolutely bone tired, to the point I cannot keep my eyes open in work, is just something I should live with.

The only advice I have ever received is 'lose weight'. No one has asked me what my diet is like currently. No one has asked me what exercise I do at the moment. No one has even seemingly twigged about how hard it must be to go to the gym when you have the symptoms listed above. No one seems to give a shit that I was in exactly the same position a decade ago, unable to move from period pain, when I was in the depths of an eating disorder and firmly in the 'average' BMI category.

Fuck everything man.

[alicianaidoo1234]

Period

**Katara:** Ugh, this is the worst! I feel like I'm going to explode.

**Toph:** My stomach feels like it's being twisted into a knot.

**Suki:** I'm so bloated, I look like I'm pregnant.

**Sokka:** Come on, girls, it's not that bad.

**Katara:** Not that bad? You try having a foreign entity invade your body every month!

**Toph:** Yeah, it's like a tiny army of miniature ninjas is trying to conquer my uterus.

**Sokka:** I'm sure it's not that dramatic.

**Suki:** Oh, really? Would you like to experience it for yourself? We can switch bodies for a day.

**Sokka:** No, thank you. I'm perfectly happy being a man.

**Katara:** You're just saying that because you don't have to deal with it.

**Toph:** Exactly. You have no idea how much pain and misery we're going through.

**Suki:** We're like walking PMS machines.

**Aang:** (Trying to meditate peacefully) Can you guys keep it down? I'm trying to meditate.

**Katara:** Oh, poor Aang. Is the sound of us suffering too distracting for your precious meditation?

**Toph:** Yeah, why don't you go cry to Appa about it?

**Aang:** (Sighs) Fine. I'll go meditate somewhere else.

**Sokka:** (To Aang) Don't worry, buddy. I'll protect you from these hormonal beasts.

**Katara:** Hormonal beasts? You're the one who's being a hormonal beast!

**Sokka:** Me? I'm just being rational.

**Toph:** You're just being an idiot.

**Suki:** Yeah, you're the one who's exaggerating now.

**Sokka:** I am not!

**(The girls all start ganging up on Sokka, throwing pillows and water balloons at him.)**

**Sokka:** Agh! Help me, Aang!

**Aang:** (Meditating in another room) I'm not getting involved in this.

[euphoric-rambles]

I want to comment as someone who got a hysterectomy at 33 (and am now 35).

Why did I do it?

I was diagnosed at 26 with a rare form of uterine pre-cancer called Atypical Polyploid Adenoma (APA) and had recurrent tumors in my uterus with some transformation of the cells indicating a chance of high malignancy. Meaning there was a higher chance that I could develop an aggressive form of uterine cancer. Over the course of almost a decade, I visited my gynecologist, oncologist, and GP several times a year. I had annual transvaginal ultrasounds (where a wand is shoved inside your vagina to take pictures of your uterus and ovaries) along with several D/Cs. A D/C is where a doctor shaves a section of the impacted uterine tissue with a laser--think Darth Vader lasering out your uterus.

I also had several biopsies of my uterus taken. Uterine biopsies are some of the most targeted pain I have ever felt. The doctor has to open your cervix to get into the uterus. This is often completed while the patient is awake and without any pain relief. After my first one I was crying so hard my oncologist was concerned I might be having a panic attack.

Could you have just had D/Cs for the rest of your fertility?

I could have, but the stress, anxiety, and pain was getting to me. As any patient with cancer will tell you, the anxiety is excruciating. I also had serious conversations with my oncologist about the likelihood that I could get pregnant (many of my tumors grew on my fundus, where an egg would implant) and the chance that the hormonal changes could trigger that transformation into cancer. To me, it wasn't worth the risk. That may not be true of other patients.

What was the prep like?

I went through an oncology department so my prep was to fill in many, many legal documents that said I understood that my fertility would be gone and could not come back. Otherwise I faced no pushback from my surgical team.

The prep for the surgery was the same as is for any other same day procedure. No food after midnight, bath with unscented soap.

What does a hysterectomy feel like?

You're under general anesthesia so, at the time nothing. I elected to have laparoscopic surgery and my surgeon used a DaVinci robot. Which, is SO FUCKING COOL. They asked as they were wheeling me in if I had questions and I was like !!! YES I want to know more about the robot. There is an option to have a vaginal hysterectomy where the uterus is pulled through an incision in the vagina.

What's recovery like? Do you have scars?

I'm not going to lie, the first day or so was pretty awful. I had trouble walking and getting up and down off the toilet. My boyfriend had to help get me with a lot of basic functions. But after the first week, I was fine.

I was also pretty bloated following surgery as they inflate the area with air. Be open with anyone in your home, you're going to fart for a bit. Depending on which pain meds you receive (again, I went through oncology, I was given Percocet) you may be constipated which HURTS if you push after surgery.

I do have four tiny scars that are the length of my pinky nail. After two years, one has basically disappeared and one is in my belly button. I've explained the remaining scars away as falling as a child and people believe it.

Do you regret having a hysterectomy?

Again, my reasoning for doing this was not political but the answer is no. I categorically do not regret the surgery at all. When I woke up I sobbed that I was free and that it was over. I suffered for almost a decade and have never been happier.

Do you still get a period?

I do but not in the sense that I bleed. Again no uterus. But I do get a 'period' where I get cramps and moody. My hormones are still firing but often misfire, like I get bladder cramps (thanks Prostaglandins) because the hormones are looking for my uterus, thus I also get period diarrhea. There's a fun video from gross science that covers period poops. I do not have the period weight gain or acne that I had when I was menstruating. But that's my experience, I'm curious what others have experienced.

My hormones function normally because I still have my ovaries.

Do you have any other side effects?

I had my cervix removed as well and that is partially responsible for my ability to get wet during sex. I can still get wet but it is a little different. Climaxing also feels different, almost muted sometimes, which sucks. But I can still climax, I've just had to work differently with my partner.

I also did not have any post surgical complications but I know two other folks who had hystos and one had trouble urinating right after and needed a catheter for about a week.

What else do I want you to know?

I need you to understand that a full hysterectomy means you cannot and can never get pregnant. There is no way to take eggs from you and this cannot be reversed. Do not be mistaken--this IS permanent sterilization.

I am not stating this to scare you but to make sure you understand there is no going back. I think at this very political moment anxiety is SO high but please really assess whether or not you ever want biological children. If you do not that's ok, and a hysterectomy might be an option for you. Others have suggested other options which as also permanent sterilization techniques.

My ask box is always open for questions on hysterectomies. Make an informed decision and surround yourself with folks who love you.

if you're looking for a sign to get the hysterectomy, get it. if you are wondering if you will feel freer, less burdened, more optimistic, lighter without your uterus, you will. if you simply want to never get periods again, get the hysterectomy. if you want to have sex with a different person every day forever and never worry about getting pregnant, get the hysterectomy. if you don't know whether or not you want to stay on hormones, get the hysterectomy anyway. if you're afraid you're too young, and that people will judge you, get it anyway. you don't have to live in a hostile body. you are the one who gets to decide what it will and will not do.

[theearthquaketrackingfox]

I'm really taking serious account to my health. I have been struggling with a large ovarian cyst in or on my right ovary for months. I had six ovarian cysts and this is the sixth one and I've had it since May. The cysts I had before ruptured and this one did not. It just grew. It feels like it may be about the size of a grapefruit. I look about 6 months pregnant, at least at certain points when the bloating worsens. I did see a doctor around the end of November but they just gave me a pelvic exam(which wasn't successful) and tried to schedule an ultrasound test for after Christmas. I ended up cancelling because it was an OB/GYN where it was more focused on pregnant women and I did not feel comfortable in there at all because I never want to have children myself. Plus, moms bringing their small children along seems to be a thing at these places. I don't want to be sitting in a daycare with crying babies while I wait for a stressful exam or treatment. I decided to opt for holistic health methods. Last night I have been feeling the cyst jiggling in my belly as I tap it. I noticed something else in my pelvis that scared me. I felt a small tender bump on the left side of my pelvis by my hip bone. I must have been suffering from undiagnosed endometriosis over the last six years at least.

Back in California, I experienced the most unbearable pain during my periods. Some were so bad I passed out and vomited. Later after moving to Tennessee, I started having less painful periods, but a year in, I started developing ovarian cysts. With this large cyst, I believe it was a cyst that did not rupture all the way(on Easter weekend) and ended up reforming and growing in late April/early May. It ballooned out on May 24th. It has since fluctuated in size.

[40sandfabulousaf]

大家好! After trying - and falling in love with - Anta's tees, sports bras, shorts and shoes, my latest buy: their tights! In preparation for rainy weather ahead, I purchased 2 pairs and I'm so delighted with this first one. Thick, durable yet soft and stretchy, they're extremely comfy and high quality. I'm thinking of buying 2 more pairs so that I have them on rotation during colder periods.

Grace and Douglas made ju geok chou (vinegar pork trotter) and their version, stewed with lots of higher quality Bentong ginger and vinegar, tastes better than that sold by restaurants and other dining establishments! I always have at least 2 servings of rice whenever they cook ju geok chou or gai zao (chicken wine). After our catch up, I danced for 45 minutes to get rid of the jelak (saturated/bloated) feeling. This was my red meat for the week and it was satisfying! I don't eat this dish from commercial dining establishments because the couple does theirs so darned well.

Char kway teow, on its own, is another of our national staples; flavourful, fragrant and full of wok hey, this is a local favourite. A simpler and plainer version is sometimes sold at some cai fan (mixed dishes and rice) stalls and customers may opt for it to go with their chosen protein and veggies instead of rice. It was a delicious accompaniment to steamed fish, scrambled eggs with carrots, stirfried bean sprouts as well as stirfried cabbage with fu pi (beancurd skin). Not only are we spoiled with moderately healthy and delicious options, a digital nomad from the UK also thinks our local coffee is 1 of the best she's ever tasted. I totally agree with her, btw.

Our national dish, chicken rice, is globally loved and acclaimed; locally, it's so delicious, entire gatherings are organised around it! SC, CY, MI, and I feasted on the most tender chicken in the world and all of us wiped our plates clean. Food is so needed in Gaza that wasting any seems unforgivable. About 1,400 Israeli and 10,000 Palestinian civilians have died since 7 October - a tragedy. I'll continue to pray very hard for a ceasefire so that innocent lives may be spared.

Israel's ties with my country go back a long way and I must condemn terrorist attacks against Israel because of this relationship; that doesn't mean I can't feel sympathy for Palestine when their civilian death toll is so high. I sympathise with Palestinian civilians' suffering very deeply as a human being. Let's remember a prayer: Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy so I pray that just as people pray for mercy, so should they practise it towards others. Let there be a ceasefire because it's the merciful thing to do. 下次见！

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about a week ago i had a bit of a moral panic because i couldn't stop eating a bunch. i panicked a fair amount because it felt like all my hard work was being undone, i was going to go back to my bingeing ways, gain weight and lose all the progress i've made so far. the downside of no longer being at rock bottom means you have something to lose now, and that will never not terrify me lowkey. i did some research on specifically PMS and food cravings, and there's been very little studies done to that effect (no surprise lol), and essentially people aren't sure if there is a genuine biological drive to cravings with PMS or if it's a psychological thing wherein you know you have PMS and want to soothe those symptoms with food. lovely. either way, i got over the bump and am eating more or less normally again, don't have cravings to eat a ton past my stage of comfort, don't have any sort of drive or desire beyond just nourishing my body and it's great. i love feeling like this.

one downside of listening to and finally being in tune with my body is the horror realization that i am either in the luteal or follicular phase constantly, and it's like... okay, great?! i'm either having my period and suffering or ovulating and suffering? what kinda bullshit fuckshit is this??? me and every other woman in the world i guess, and i don't know if that feels comforting (it doesn't) or more like a depressing realization that we're closer to some kind of feral animal that's a slave to its urges and mood swings than anything "human" and/or rational. i don't doubt my brain's capability of romanticizing even this, but from a weight loss and ED recovery standpoint, by god it would be nice to completely suspend periods and everything related to them for a year or two while i recover...and don't have to contend with water retention, bloating, cramps, cravings, and all that other shit when i'm just trying to restore my body to its former self. in this way, i envy my former self who wasn't able to feel any of these changes in the slightest and basically lived like her period didn't exist (and it didn't, for a long time). the lord giveth, the lord taketh away etc etc