#Ovarian cancer in children

[8ball-wizard]

compelling!

What is your Hogwarts house?

jk rowling is an antisemite and transphobe who actively funds a trans exclusive domestic violence shelter in the uk.

here's a timeline of a good chunk of her public transphobia, going back about 9 years.

leave.

[getosbigballsack]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝑻𝒂𝒑𝒆

𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 ��𝒆'𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒘𝒔.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒔, 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒙... 𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒖 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕

𝑨/𝑵: 𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚. 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈: @venussyy and @legbouk.

𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆✰

𝑾𝑪: 9.7𝑲

𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚❤︎

It’s embarrassing, to say the least. But a part of you should have at least expected something like this from the man to whom you decided to give your whole heart and devote the rest of your life. 

He hated you. He loathed you. He told you that you’re useless. He told you that he regretted marrying a barren woman. So what sense does it make if you cry now? Crying won’t change a damn thing. Why are you wasting your tears on someone who cared little for your existence?

Oh! That’s right, the answer is simple, you loved him, and despite all that he had done to you, all the unforgiving nasty words he spouted to you daily. You loved him because he was all you had when you decided to leave your family in the States, just to have a fresh and new start in life. He took care of you and helped you complete your college degree in law all in exchange for being his beautiful wife who would bear him children in the near coming future. 

Yeah! You owed him that much. 

But sadly you weren’t able to give him all that he wanted from you. You were his wife yes, but a mother of his children? No, you failed to give him a child despite being pregnant by him a couple of times. Yeah, life just decided that it wanted to LIFE and took your kids away. 

No one could have prepared you for the multiple miscarriages that you had and even worse when you found out that you had fibroids (uterine myoma). You were devastated to know that the reason you were unable to have kids was that you had a tumor that had been growing inside of you. 

Life is just so funny at times. But anyway. Despite all of that being bad news, you were able to do surgery to have that fibroid removed and you were happy that you were able to have children again. But happy moments don’t always last forever. 

Ha! Life took its turn to be cruel to you and somehow you had to be diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer. Yeah, what a fucking life you had. So now you had to get all your eggs removed and as a result of that, you were unable to have kids. 

We all know what happened after that right? You fell into depression, you felt as if you had nothing else to give because not only did you fail as a woman, you failed as a wife as well. And your husband made that statement pretty clear to you. 

Because once he found out that you weren’t going to be able to have kids, his attitude toward you changed. And instead of loving you, consoling you, and assuring you that what happened to you wasn’t your fault, he made it a daily mission to remind you that you were useless to him.

He made it his duty to remind you that you were a failure. 

He made it his goal to remind you that you only had one job to do to repay him for all he had done for you, and you failed. 

You failed him as a wife. 

You failed him as a woman. 

You failed to become the mother of his children. 

The children that you never had. Yeah, he blamed you for that too. He blamed you for all your miscarriages, he told you that you killed his kids. Such shame. You’re lucky he never served you with divorce papers. Wow!

As a result of this, he distanced himself from you and buried himself in work just to stay away from you. And despite how badly you were hurting, you still cared for this man. 

You still managed to play your part as his wife and smile throughout the pain just to show him that you still appreciated all that he had done for you. 

That’s all you can do, accept his cruelty and show your appreciation hoping that one day, things or life would be better for you. But instead of getting better, it got worse because now you had to sit in front of the television inside the new apartment complex you moved into a few months ago, watching something that will forever haunt you for the day to come. 

“Now for today’s hot topic. District Attorney Saijo Takeda was Caught having sex with a stripper inside xxx strip and it is said that he allegedly got this stripper pregnant. WOW! Who would have thought that the self-proclaimed family man who does something so scandalous and distaste behind his wife’s back? I feel so bad for Saijo Y/N.” 

Life just kept getting worse for you. 

… 

“How could you do this to me?” you screamed at your husband who was just sitting around the kitchen bar swirling the whiskey around in his cup. “You cheated on me and got a stripper pregnant?”

He scoffed, “So what if I did that hm? What if cheated and got another woman pregnant? How is that any of your business?” 

“It’s my business because I am your wife, Takeda. I’m your wife.” you cried. You could feel the slight sting in your chest, your heart aching and tearing up inside from all the regret and betrayal that you’re feeling. 

“Whatever,” he responded, not caring if your cheeks were flustered, eyes swelled from the number of tears you cried, and how much your lips trembled. He turned his back to you and continued to sip on his whiskey. 

You were in pain. “I know you hate me. But you didn’t need to do this to me. After all that I’ve been through. Losing all four of our kids and having to carry that burden on my own. I don’t deserve this.” 

“And whose fault is it?” your husband screamed, tossing the empty cup towards you and it shattered at your bare feet. “Who’s damn fault, is it? You killed all four of my unborn children with that useless body of yours.”

“I’m not useless,” you cried. “I’m not useless. I don’t deserve this. I tried my best.”

“Oh for fuck sake,” he chuckled as he stood up from around the kitchen island and walked towards you. “You useless fucking bitch. You tried your best my ass. You know, instead of complaining, you should be happy you know.”

“What?” 

“Yeah, you should be happy that I finally found someone capable enough to give me a child,” he said, smiling down at you. Your lips quivered as you stared up into his unremorseful eyes. “Unlike a certain someone.” 

“Don’t say that to me,” you whimpered, your voice trembling as you spoke. “I don’t deserve to be treated like this Tak…”

“Shut up. It’s your fault I cheated and there’s no taking it back now hm?” He said before lifting his hand to pat your flustered cheek. “Now clean this up. Have dinner ready by the time I come back and while you’re at it, I suggest you read a couple of articles online on how to care for a pregnant woman. I have a baby on the way,” and with that said he left. 

He left you standing there with your thoughts and his final words. It was then you knew that your husband truly hated you. He cheated on and did not have one ounce of guilt in him. And then he dared to blame his infidelity on you and lastly, he told you that you were going to have to take care of that woman he got pregnant. 

You felt defeated and so small. You were done, life had finally won. It took everything that you had. 

“Why me?” you cried as you bent down to pick up the broken glasses from the floor. “I don’t deserve this.”

Meanwhile, 

Your neighbors who heard the entire argument sighed heavily as they walked out of the bedroom and into the living room. 

“Bastard,” The youngest of the pair mumbled as he sat on the sofa and ran his thick fingers through his long black mane. “Damning Bastard. How dare he cheat on his wife and then blame it all on her.” 

“He has no shame! He has a whole ass sex tape out in the public and he got a stripper pregnant. Shameless bastard.” The eldest one of the pair cursed as he took his place on the sofa as well. “I just want to slap the holy fuck out of him.”

“I want to cut his dick off and maybe pluck his eyes out because it seems as if he had no use for it.”

“Sugu?” 

“What, Satoru?” he asked. His friend gave him a knowing look and he sighed. “Whatever.”

“Do you think we should call her?” the eldest one asked. 

“No,” the youngest said while shaking his head. “Give her a bit of space. The last thing she needs right now is for her neighbors to see her like that. You know how Y/N is.” 

“You’re right. Well if she needs us she’ll call us right?” 

“Maybe,” Geto said. Just then he heard his phone ringing on the coffee table and when they both looked they saw your name flashing on the screen. “I guess she needs us then.” 

“Answer it!” Gojo said and Geto did. “Hello?”

“Suguru-Kun, can you and Satoru-kun come over, please? I need you.” 

…

Geto Suguru: 22 years of age. He’s quiet and a bit shy. Then there’s Gojo Satoru: 23 years of age. He’s a bit loud and he’s a great listener. 

You may be wondering what the relationship is between Gojo, Geto, and Y/N-chan. Well, there isn’t too much to say about how you met because the meeting wasn’t anything special. You just happened to run into them a week after you moved into your new apartment. You just happened to be struggling with the groceries that day and they just happened to be coming home from school to see you struggling to take the bags out of the trunk while your husband sat in the driver’s seat impatiently waiting for you to hurry up. 

They realized that you needed help and offered it to you. You took it and promised that you’d pay them back one day and eventually, you did.

You just happened to cook a meal for you and your husband that day, but instead of coming home, he told you that he had a business dinner and he wouldn’t be home until the morning. You remembered sighing heavily that day because you were feeling a bit sad and you honestly did not want to eat alone. So you invited them over to have dinner with you and let’s just say you three became extremely close. 

They’d come over to keep you company when your husband’s not home. They would offer to take you out to the supermarket to help with groceries on the weekend. They’d comfort you whenever you argued with your husband. They were just there when you needed someone to be there for you. And as the months past you three have gotten so close, you’ve kinda started to feel a bit needy whenever they were in your presence. But you didn’t think too much about it because you were married. Sure they were young, hot, and very much good looking, but you’re a whole married woman. 

You loved your husband despite him hating you. 

You didn’t want to betray him, even as your desires for them grew stronger for them. You loved your husband. But now, betraying him doesn’t seem like a bad idea. 

… 

After answering your call, Geto and Gojo rushed inside your flat to provide you with the comfort you required. You threw yourself into Geto's arms as soon as they entered your apartment, crying your heart out against his chest. Geto wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug before lifting you in his arms and walking to the sofa, with Gojo close behind. 

“I just can’t believe that he would do something like this to me,” you cried against Geto’s shoulder as he held your frail and worn-out body in his lap. “I… Can’t believe it. I tried my best Suguru-Kun. I’ve done nothing but be right by him. But no… my best is not enough. In his eyes, I’m nothing but a worthless woman and maybe I am.” 

“Don’t say that about yourself Y/N,” Gojo hushed in a soft tone as he edged closer to Geto and rested his hand on your back in an attempt to comfort you. 

“But he's right!,” you screamed against Geto’s shoulders. 

"And I'm telling you that he isn't," Gojo stated, moving his hand away from your back and pulling your head away from Geto's shoulder to look you in the eyes. "Your husband is a worthless piece of garbage. He cheated on you." 

They both watched as tears streamed down your puffy flushed cheeks and your lips quivered as you said, "But I'm the reason he cheated. He wouldn't have cheated on me if I could become pregnant."

“Y/N?” 

"He cheated on me because I murdered our children. I killed our babies," you squealed, collapsing onto Geto's shoulders. "He's right! With this useless body of mine, I killed all four of our unborn children. If I could only..." 

“Enough!” Geto eventually said something. He hadn't said anything since you pushed yourself into his arms. He believed it would be best to remain silent while you sobbed, but he couldn't stand hearing you talk so badly of yourself any longer. He'd had enough of it. “What a fucking dickward!” he cursed. 

“Bastard!,” Gojo mumbled. 

"For someone smart, he's much dumber than I think. Allow me to tell you something. It is not your fault if you lost your children. It's not your fault you can't have children anymore," Geto murmured, pulling you away from his shoulders. “You didn’t ask for any of that did you? Instead of blaming you for all your miscarriages Y/N, he should be thankful that his wife survived cancer." 

Oh, yeah they knew about this. You've told them about it.

"Exactly! So what if you're not able to have children anymore? It doesn't make you any less of a woman," Gojo butted in. "Besides, if he wanted a child so badly, I'm pretty sure they're plenty of adoption centers here. And if it is that he wanted to have a blood-related child then maybe he could have had a conversation with you about getting a surrogate instead of going behind your back and getting another woman pregnant." 

"He's an ass Y/N and clearly he doesn't understand that what he's doing to you is cruel. I agree with you, you've done your best and your best is enough," Geto said smiling before using his thumb to wipe the tear away from your cheek. 

"But it's not enough for him," you whispered. 

"And who fucking cares?" Gojo asked. "All that matters is that you've done your best. It might not be enough for him but it is for us and for anyone who saw that you tried your best. Four times is enough and I'm here to tell you that you did a good job trying."

Somehow you managed to crack a smile. 

"You're beautiful Y/N. Your husband doesn't even know how lucky he is to score a beautiful woman like you," Geto whispered as he pulled you into a tight hug. "He doesn't deserve you."

"Agreed!" Gojo whispered. You both sat down in silence for a while until Gojo spoke up. "You should divorce him. You don't need trash like him in your life anyway. You deserve someone who has nothing but sweet words to whisper in your ear." 

"You deserve someone who will hold you in their arms," Geto chimed in. "You deserve a man who'd respect you and treat you with nothing but kindness." 

"You don't need a man who dares to embarrass you like that. The bastard has no fucking shame. He has a whole sex tape and got a woman pregnant. Divorce that shameless bastard."

"You deserve to be treated like a queen. Satoru is right, you should divorce." 

It's true, you knew that that was the best option, but you knew who your husband was. 

"If only getting a divorce was that easy," you said in a soft tone. "My husband is the one who took care of me all these years. I don't have money to get an attorney for a divorce." 

Gojo and Geto sighed heavily before exchanging glances. 

"Besides, even if I had money to get a divorce it probably wouldn't be in my favour. Please remember that my husband's pretty famous and even though he's trash I'm pretty sure his attorney would back him up to the very end. He would win the case and I would lose everything," you said, sighing heavily as you laid your head against Geto's chest. "I just wish my life were easy." 

There was a long moment of silence; both Geto and Gojo were deep in their thoughts just thinking about what you just said about your husband and getting a divorce. They knew that getting a divorce won't be easy. 

Getting a lawyer to help you file a complaint against your husband will be simple for Gojo, but he also understood that what you claimed was accurate. Even yet, your husband would find a way to triumph. If only everything were that simple. I wish it were that. 

"Wait Y/N, I think I know how I can help you with your divorce," Gojo said as a smile slowly crept up on his face. 

"Really?" You asked. 

"Yeah. You may not like the idea but it's probably our best shot. And it'll be fun for you, Sugu, and myself," Gojo explained before turning to look at Geto once again. 

"I wanna hear it then." 

"Let's make a sex tape." 

… 

A sex tape of your own. That was Gojo's idea. You were a bit upset that he suggested that created a sex tape to get back at your husband. You didn't want to follow in his footsteps, but when Gojo sat down and explained himself to you, you started to figure out why making that tape made sense to him. He even went as far as to explain that if you went along with the sex tape, he’d take care of everything that happens after he passed the tape on to your husband.

Plus he admits that he wanted to be with you for a while. He told you that he always wanted to have sex with you, especially when you accidentally told both of them that your husband hadn't had sex with you in a while. 

Geto also admits that he too wanted to be inside of you, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to make that move because we'll you're married. 

You were shocked, to say the least, but you weren't that much better than them. You too had desires to be with them. 

Anyways, you still didn't like the idea of sex, but after thinking it through… you agreed to it and that's how you ended up here naked on your bed with a camera filming you three having the most amazing sex ever. 

Present Timeline. 

Their hands felt hot and warm against your skin. Calloused hands roughly groping your breast and your butt; their lips hungrily biting and sucking against your skin while just laying there with lips slightly parted and your eyes staring dead at the camera.

You allowed a soft moan to escape your lips when Gojo bit onto your perky nipple - his warm and wet tongue licking around your areola while his finger slowly crept down and rested above your pussy. 

“Shit,” you whispered, your head turning slightly to see Geto smiling at you while he slowly untied the string of his sweatpants. 

“What are you looking at?” he asked as he slowly pulled down the waist of his sweats and underpants to free his aching cock. He watched as your eyes slowly averted their gaze from his eyes and to his cock. “Hm?”

“She’s excited Su!” Gojo said before pulling away from your nipple and slowly kissing his way up to your lips. “She hadn’t gotten any dick in months. You must be excited not to be only getting one but two. Isn’t that right, pretty mama?” 

You bit your lips and batted your eyes at him before shaking your head yes. He chuckled and teased your lips with light kisses that were driving you mad. “Satoru-Kun, please kiss me,” you begged. 

You could feel his hot breath on your lips as he laughed at you for begging him to kiss you. But you're adorable, and adorable females deserve to be adored. With that said, his lips fell on yours, kissing you slowly and passionately. His lips slid between yours as if they were intended for each other, slowly sucking out every last breath you had until you were left with none. 

His kisses were so intense that it felt as though he wanted you and him to be closer, sharing a single breath and drifting away into everlasting bliss. Your cheeks began to feel a bit heated as his tongue slipped between your lips to caress your tongue with his. Fuck! That felt fantastic, you thought as you drew away from his lips, tilted your head in another direction, and swiftly latched your lips on his again, allowing his tongue to brush the inside of your mouth in a delectable and thrilling manner. 

“Mhm… I’m getting jealous,” Geto whispered into your ears. You didn’t even feel him switch from his seated position until his fingers were under your chin, slowly pulling your lips away from Gojo's lips and then turning your head towards his. “I want to kiss your sexy lips too,” he whispered before roughly capturing your lips. Unlike Gojo, it felt as if Geto wanted to own your lips and claim them in every way possible. 

With your mouth open, his tongue slipped into your mouth; his tongue hungrily exploring what you had to offer him. Your hand flew up to grip his long, silky-smooth black hair between your fingers to keep him pressed against your lips. Your tongues sparred back and forth like wrestlers, but he was quick to dominate you, overpower you with his rough, yet passionate kiss. 

Your body felt hot all over and God, you loved that feeling. On the other hand, as you continued to kiss Geto, Gojo busied his lips on your body. His mouth leaves butterfly kisses on your neck, your chest, around your breast, then slowly moving down to your tummy until his mouth was directly on your pussy. 

“Fuck it,” he said as he grabbed your legs spread them apart, and went to lay between them. He then tossed both legs over his shoulders and licked his lips while he lined his face up with your cunt. “You gotta keep that pretty mouth of hers full while I eat her out Su!” 

“Don’t worry about that,” Geto said in between kissing your lips. “Just do what you do best.” Gojo chuckled a bit while he kissed both your thighs before his tongue laid flat on your clit, moaning out loud from how good your pussy tasted. “Taste good Toru?” 

“So fucking good,” he mumbled against your cunt. Gojo’s tongue swiftly licked your cunt, as he wrapped his arms around your legs to keep you steady as he prepared himself to feast upon you, the woman he had his eyes on for a while. “Too bad her husband won’t get to taste you anymore hm?”

“Once he sees how much of a good girl you are for us, he’ll probably have to ask us to fuck you again,” Geto whispered as he pulled away from your lips, trail kisses down your neck, and onto your breast to suck on your pretty boobs. 

Meanwhile, Gojo's tongue dragged between your folds, collecting your secretions on his tongue as he moved his tongue fast on your cunt before grasping your clit in his mouth. "Mh mm feel so good," you cried as your hand reached out to play with Gojo's hair, and he hummed in response to your compliment.  

The sound of Gojo eating your pussy was so lewd, but you couldn't help but listen as his tongue gilded against your moist cunt, or as his mouth sucked on your sensitive clit that was beginning to swell in his mouth. He sounded like a hungry man who was eager to feast on you. 

You tried to ride your pussy on his face, but the grips he had on your thighs kept you in place as his mouth and tongue mapped out your pussy, memorising your sweet folds and engraving it within his memory. 

“Looks like you're having too much fun with Toru, sweety,” Geto whispered in your ear before grabbing your chin with his rough hand and turning your face towards him. “I wanna have some fun too.” 

“What… Do you want… ugh me to do?” you moaned out at the feeling of Gojo’s wicked tongue finding itself buried deeply inside your hole. 

“Open your mouth,” is all Geto said before sitting up on his knees, grabbing his dick, and giving it a few pumps before pressing the angry red leaking tip on your lips. “Open up and suck it for me, like the good girl we know you are.” 

Who are you to disobey him? After all these past few moments he treated you better than your husband ever did. So this is the least you could do for him. So you opened up your mouth for him and allowed him to thrust his thick heavy cock inside your hot little mouth. 

“Fuck, Geto hissed and tossed his back; his hand finding purchase at the back of your head to keep you steady while he gently rocked his hip to move his cock in and out of your mouth. “Yeah, that’s what the fuck I’m talking about.” 

Gojo's lips quickly detached from your cunt, but his fingers took their place, plunging deeply inside your cunt to keep that sensation he built up with his mouth going. “I wanna fucking see this,” Gojo said, a smirk dancing on his lips as he stared at your pretty mouth stretching so beautifully around Geto’s dick. “As sweet as your pussy is, I wanna see you choke on a big fucking dick.”

You hummed around his cock as he continued to thrust his hips in and out of your mouth, watching as your throat slowly expanded to take as much of his cock as possible. He was fucking huge, and your jaw started to ache from how much he was stretching your mouth open. You tried to pull away, but the grip he had in your hair kept you in place, Ain’t no freaking way, you were about to lift your head from his cock. 

“No… no, bad mama,” Gojo said before pulling out his finger to pinch your clit. “Be a good girl yeah, and let him use your throat,” then he thrust his finger back inside your cunt and began applying pressure to your freaking g-spot. 

Geto on the other hand was over to fucking moon, his head filling up with pleasure that he was receiving from your mouth. “So fucking beautiful. You sucking my cock so well.”

“Mhm,” you moaned around his length when you feel his cock stretching your mouth even impossibly wider. Your eyes began to roll to the back of your head once more, and tears began to flow from them. His low groans and gentle moans told you how lost he was in pleasure as he used your lips to lubricate his cock. 

"Put your tongue out," he urged, removing his cock from your mouth. You opened your mouth for him blindly and put your tongue out. "Just like that," he murmured as he touched his cock on your mouth and saw saliva drip from the tip of your tongue. He rubbed his cock against your tongue before pushing your head forward and shoving his balls inside your mouth. 

You sucked long, forceful lips on his massive sack, muttering. Your tongue crept up carefully, licking the line between his balls. "Fuck, baby," he murmured as he pumped his cock and watched you suck on his balls beautifully.

“Your so beautiful mama,” Gojo whispered as he continued to soak in the sight in front of him as he continued to stretch you open with his fingers. His mouth watered, penis twitching beneath his underpants as he watched how your tongue worked itself on the underside of Geto’s cock. Giggling whenever he hears those gurgling choking sounds spewing from your mouth. “So fucking beautiful with Su’s cock stuffed inside your mouth. 

A choking gasp from your lips before you began to gag hard around Geto's cock as his hips sped to piston his cock deep into your throat. Each time he drew out and shoved back into your mouth, his thrust became rougher. He sighed as he looked down at you, seeing your iris roll to the back of your head. Only your sclera was visible to your eyes. 

His cock twitched violently inside your mouth, and he felt his ball tighten. He was almost there, but not quite there yet. Not until tonight, when they had you cumming from their cocks. So he quickly withdrew his cock out of your mouth and watched as saliva escaped from your mouth and formed a tiny puddle on his lap. 

Your eyes widened and you were desperately grasping for air at the feeling of Gojo’s fingers thrusting even faster than he was before. “Oh fuck… oh fuck,” you cried. 

"Gonna make you cum before I fuck you," Gojo whispered as your pussy wrapped around his fingers. They weren't as thick, but they were long enough to feel deep inside your stomach. Gojo suddenly thumbed at your pussy clit while inserting another finger into your gaping hole. Your body stiffened, with heat and pressure filling the pit of your tummy. "You gonna cum for me, mama?" He inquired as his thumb circled your clit at an undeniable speed. 

Your arousal began to flow down his hands. Your stomach began to burn and strain against the increasing pressure and heat. Your orgasm is just waiting to let loose. 

“Fuck, Imma cum” you screamed as your pussy gripped tightly onto his fingers. 

"Let me have it!" The low pitch of Gojo's voice was all the encouragement you needed. Your climax was approaching. You yelled, your body gripped, painfully arching your back from Geto's lap and slumping back on his shoulders. "Oh fuck... look at that slutty pussy squirt for me," Gojo cooed as he watched the translucent liquid spurt from your pussy. He then removed his fingers from your cunt, laid on his tummy yet again, and started sucking on your clit to make you squirt a little more. 

Your thighs were shaking like crazy beside his head, fingers digging into the mattress and somehow on Geto’s thighs. You’ve never felt this freaking good before, your body felt like it was floating into an eternal bliss of euphoria, ain’t no way you could look to your cheating husband for sex. 

“Mhm… fuck gonna squirt all over his face baby?” Geto teased, his fingers finding leverage on your nipples. Your head nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence from your mouth due to your mind being numb with pleasure. 

Gojo chuckled against your pussy, his fingers pumping inside your pulsating hole once more. “More,” he muttered against your wet flesh. “More…. Give me… oh shit,” he quickly pulled his head away from your cunt. “Yes… I bet your hubby can’t make you squirt like we do huh?” Gojo chuckled as you squirted all over his chest. He pulled his finger from your cunt yet again, and he unexpectedly slapped your clit, not once, not twice but three times before pulling back to look at his fingers that were coated with your pussy juice. 

“You're so sexy. Cumming for us like that, all slutty over Toru’s fingers” Geto muttered before leaning forward to kiss your lips. A chuckle escaped Gojo's lips as he licked his fingers clean as his other hand quickly removed his underpants. Geto, on the other hand, drew you up off his lap and pressed your back against his chest. He then grabbed both of your legs, spread them wide, and forced your knees against your chest. 

You gulped as you watched as Gojo ran his fingers through his hair. He gently stroked his cock as he stared down at your dripping, aching cunt and whispered, “You gonna be a good girl and take this cock mama.”

“Come on, Satoru! Can’t you see how much her naughty pussy is clenching and dripping with her arousal, just waiting for you to fuck her?” Geto asked as he stared down at your pretty pussy. “Don’t keep our baby waiting, Toru.”

And with that said he wasted no time, moving closer to you held on to the back of your left knee before slowly plunging his aching cock into your hole. 

"Ugh fuck Satoru," you hissed, feeling every vein of his cock brushing against your spongy walls as he continued to plunge deeper inside your fluttering cunt. Your lips trembled, fingers gripping onto Geto’s thighs when Gojo finally bottomed out. "Full…" you muttered. 

You've never felt so full in your life; even your ex-boyfriends before your spouse never did fill you up like this. Let's face it, your husband's cock wasn't the best, but as his wife, you did your best to accept what he had to offer because, after all, he'd been taking care of you for 5 years. 

Now that you've had a taste of Gojo's cock, you're wondering what else you've been missing out on in life. You didn't have much time to consider when the girth of Gojo's cock stretched and ripped your pussy wide when he pulled out and plunged back in. 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, nail digging deeper into Geto’s muscular thighs as the raven hair man spread your trembling legs a bit wider for Gojo to see the damage he was about to do to that pretty pussy of yours. 

"Do you like that mama?" he questioned, sighing as he started stroking his cock at a frantic pace, the tip of his swollen cock head kissing your cervix, his heavy balls slapping against your moist cunt with every deep and sharp thrust of his hips.

"So... fucking good," you exclaimed, licking your lips as your eyes rolled back to look at Gojo, who was already staring at you. "So deep." 

This is such a new experience for you. 

You had your young and undeniably hot neighbors into your house on the bed you shared with your husband, with a camera at the end of the bed filming you being fucked by them. Your body felt like it was on fire, all the pleasure you were feeling from Gojo pouring into your mind at once. 

You could feel him, his thick meaty cock snuggling up against the wet soaking wall of your cunt feeding you that pleasure that your body had so longed for. The tip of his swollen cock, pressing down onto your g-spot with every pull and drag, felt as if you could cum at any moment now. 

You felt amazing, your body and your mind swimming in the clouds right now. Having sex felt good and it’s a pity that you never knew that sex could have handled this well. 

You moaned out, Geto cooing at the sweet sound that escaped your lips and your eyes rolled to the back of your head yet again and smiled. “Oh fuck you love this aren’t you?” Geto asked as he released your left thigh, leaving Gojo to apply more pressure against your leg while his nibble fingers went to play with your nipples. 

“Her pussy is so fucking wet and warm too,” Gojo grunted before leaning forward pushing all your body weight against Geto to kiss your lips. His wet muscle pushed past your lips, licking up all that you had to offer to him while he swallowed up your moans. your back arched; moaning when you felt Geto’s fingers pinched at your nipple, slowly rolling the aching bud between his fingers.

Then you felt Geto's lips against your ear, nibbling at the lobe then he whispered, “Mr. Sajio never fuck so good before huh?” 

“No… no…” you answered without even realising that did so. This made Gojo smile as he was quick to pull away from your lips and used his right hand to wrap around your neck to keep you locked down on Geto’s chest. He raised his body slightly to tilt his cock to thrust deeper than he was already. You screamed, your hand moving from Geto’s leg to wrap around Gojo’s neck and your head suddenly tilted to get a view of Gojo’s cock working your cunt deliciously. Your spouse had never been this deep within you before, and it felt amazing. 

Sweat poured from the sides of your brows, tears streamed down your fat cheeks, and your teeth bit harshly at your swollen lips. "Put her legs up on my shoulder," Gojo pleaded, and Geto obliged. When his cock made your pussy tremble, you screamed once again. Your toes curled under, and your thigh muscles spasmed.

Fuck! You felt like you were in sex heaven. 

“Look into the camera mama,” Gojo whispered and you were so quick to do as you were told. “That’s it, let him see. let him see how much my cock has you weeping like a whining slut.” Then he kissed your forehead before averting his gaze to Geto who was just smiling at him. 

Gojo then groaned, eyes still piercing into Geto's when felt his cock coated with your juices trickling from your quivering hole, and the bed sheets underneath you. "So good," you exclaimed as your pussy gripped and sucked him back in any time he tried to pull away. "Fuck me harder please!"

“Anything for you mama,” Gojo whispered, thrusting even harder and squeezing your throat a bit to get that feeling and pleasure rush straight to your head. White lights began to obscure your eyesight as you exclaimed loudly. Your body lurched from the bed once more but was swiftly dragged back down by the hand around your neck, and he thrust more fiercely.

“Yes, that it fuck… mhmm... Fuck,” you cried your heels digging into Gojo’s back to keep your hips grounded as you tried to move against him to meet his every thrust. 

A low chuckle from his lips as his hand tightened around your throat and he pushed his lips against your cheek as he slowly drew out, "Let me do the work. If you keep moving like that, I might have to breed you," he said as he slammed back into your bruised hole.

Another scream was pulled from your lips as your body spasmed beneath him, your pussy squeezing as you creamed around his shaft. "Don’t stop, keep going. I’m gonna cum soon," you yelled, your thighs quivering as he delved deeper, but he didn't stop, instead speeding up.

The sound of his balls slapping against your wet pussy increased your arousal, and your pussy continued to flood with your sticky, allowing him to slip deeper within your warm hole. "Mhmm," he muttered, his mouth coming down to meet yours, tongue shoving past your lips, kissing you haphazardly. 

With each deep, powerful thrust, your body twitches. Your tits are bouncing well for them. Even in your current state, you're breathtakingly lovely. “Yes… so good!” you babbled breathlessly. Gojo smiled against your lips and pulled to rest his forehead against yours. 

"Fuck, mama, keep squeezing me like that and I'll make you cum all over my cock," Gojo said in hushed tones. He grunted as he snapped his hips at an unnaturally fast pace, causing the bed to creak and knock against the walls. He could feel his orgasm approaching, and he could tell that you were about to cum too because you were tightening and creaming even more around his cock.

Your wrist and fingers tightened around his neck, your eyes closed, and you exhaled, "I... cum." He grunts, his hand leaving your neck and rubbing his finger across your aching nub, nudging you closer to your climax.

You screamed losing your mind entirely as you lost yourself in the sheer delight of your climax, and he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, his hips never slowing down as he chased his. "Ah, yes, keep coming like that, I'm almost there," Gojo murmured, looking up to see Geto buried in his pleasure.

“Hurry up and fucking cum Satoru,” Geto purred and that alone was enough to send Gojo off the end. His cock twitched as the spurt of his thick cum painted your walls deliciously. He kissed your swollen lips yet again as he continued to release his semen inside your hole. 

“Fuck… that was good,” Gojo moaned as he pumped slowly inside you. “Mh… You gonna let Sugu fuck your pussy now with my cum still dripping from you while I get your ass ready?” 

“Yes… Hurry,” you whined against his lips. 

He was fast to back away from you, softly removing his cock from your cum filled pussy. Before you could even think, you were laying on top of Geto's chest, your legs at each side of his hip and his cock poking at your cum filled entrance. "I'm sorry, baby... But I can't keep waiting much longer. I've been waiting for this," Geto sighed as he grasped both of your ass cheeks, parted them, and slowly impaled you with his cock. 

Your eyes bulge out of your head, your jaw sagged, and your tongue lolled out of your mouth as pleasure and pain surge through your body. Your body collapsed onto his, your face quickly hiding in the crock of his neck as the younger of the two slowly lifted your hips by using your ass to gently ease you off his cock. You could feel it, those thick prominent veins on his cock and his mushroom tip sliding against your walls. 

Your body jolted onto his, and another wave of delicious pain washed over you, unable to keep the moan you'd been swallowing since he impaled you with his cock, out. You were moaning and wailing his name as he gently brought you down till he was firmly buried into your soaked pussy. 

You gripped the sheet with one hand beside his head while the other hand moved to cup the back of his head and your fingers buried into his silky black mane. You began moving your hips against his, slowly rocking back and forth on his cock just to get your pussy used to the size of his cock. If you thought Gojo was significant, then you had another thing coming with Geto. 

He was not the same length as Gojo. But the girth doubled, if not tripled, Gojo's size, which is not to suggest Gojo didn't have that much girth, because he did. 

But, in any case, you managed to lift your head from his neck and immediately press your lips to his, savouring his beautiful moans while he savoured yours. And as you kissed him, you managed to bend your knees and push your breast against his chest even more and create an appealing rhythm. "Look at that ass go..." Gojo groaned from behind you, his right hand smacking into your left ass cheek.

"Slap it again..." you groaned against Geto's lips, and as Gojo was ready to perform the honour, Geto smacked his hand away and grabbed the flesh of your ass, squeezing the plump cheeks in his hot calloused palms before delivering a slap. “Fuck… that’s it.”

Geto only hummed, his tongue too busy exploring every corner of your mouth. “Gotta get a view of this,” Gojo said as he hopped off the bed and went for the camera. “Just look at that, Saijo Takeda. Your beautiful wife is taking my best friend's cock so well,” he taunted the camera as he brought the camera closer to where you were joined together with Geto. “Look at ass jiggle as she bounces on his cock. Does it feel good mama?” 

"Yes... yes so good," you moaned, tugging at Geto's hair. Both of his hands grip your ass again. Your stomach began to heat up when you felt him spanking your ass not once but two more times before spreading your cheeks apart to give Gojo and that camera a view of that puckered hole that had been clenching and unclenching. 

“I can make it feel even better you know,” Gojo hissed, enjoying the view of your ass clapping against Geto’s thighs. “I can feel so much better if you let me put my cock inside your ass.” 

“Yes… please I want it…” you cried. 

“Oh shit…’ Geto finally spoke, his hand resting on your hips to slow down your pace. “You heard our baby Toru… come on in… see it’s all spread out nice and just waiting for you to come in.” 

“Oh shit…” 

“Don’t keep the lady waiting. Go put the camera down and get the lube from my bag and come prep her little ass.” 

Gojo didn't need to be reminded again because he was already out of bed, immediately mounting the camera on the tripod and grabbing the lube from Geto's gym bag.

…

Your body, or more accurately, your ass, felt strange. Perhaps it was because you were still high and drunk from sex, or perhaps it was because Gojo had squirted a generous amount of lubrication inside your ass. "Shit feels... weird," you complained as you tried to grind yourself on Geto's cock, but his strength had you pinned to his shaft while Gojo worked his fingers to loosen your puckered hole a bit, or just enough to be able to handle his cock inside your hole. 

“Almost there pretty,” Gojo groaned while leaning forward to kiss both of your perfect globes. “Ah… I think you can handle me now,” and with that said, Gojo pulled his fingers out, resting both hands on your ass to spread your cheeks apart while he lined his cock up with your asshole. “Going in now.”

“Deep breaths baby,” Geto instructed as Gojo began to push past the tight ring of your ass. You began whimpering, your hands falling from Geto’s hair and body to clutch the sheet next to his head. 

“Fu… Fuck,” Gojo cursed and hissed under his breath as he took in the sight of your tightly little hole being stretched out by his cock. “You about to break my cock off, mama?” Gojo asked, squeezing your butt in his palms as he continued to sink further into your wet heat. It burned, it stung like hell, but you wanted him to keep going, to bruise your little butthole. "Fuck, your ass is squeezing me, so fucking good, ohhh fuck yeah," he groaned as he plunged himself fully into you, his hips slamming into your ass.

“Oh… fuck baby…” Geto groaned, feeling your pussy gripping his cock tightly. “Fuck…” he whispered yet again, his eyes rolling back a bit as he took in the feeling of being so close to his best friend. His cock brushed up against his. If it wasn’t for the thin sheet that separated your ass and pussy then maybe, just maybe their cocks, would have been brushing against each other. 

“Fuck… I don’t think I can stay still any longer Su…” Gojo moaned before pulling his hips back a bit to slam into your ass again. Geto was next to follow; his hand held you still as he pulled out of your pussy and thrust back in.

They were both developing a rhythm, sliding, grinding, and sinking into your little holes, your mouth hanging open once more, and your tongue lolling out of your lips, saliva pouring from the pink tip. You urgently gulp for air, feeling trapped between two gigantic men, both of them just happened to be younger than you and also your neighbours.

“Look at the camera mama,” Gojo said as he grabbed your chin from behind and turned your face to the camera like he did earlier. “Let him see how beautiful you looked getting railed like a good fucking slut. Are you a slut?”

“Don’t be mean, Satoru,” Geto warned as he sat up on his elbows to capture the swollen nipple between his lips. Gojo was about to whine and complain while still being balls deep inside your ass, however, what you said next caught them off guard. 

“Yes… I’m a slut.” 

Gojo grinned and pulled your head back against his shoulder and kissed you sloppily, then whispered, “Yeah, are you a good slutty waifu?” 

“Yes… I’m a slutty waifu…” you cried. 

“And for who?” 

“I’m a slut… for you… and Suguru.”

“That’s right… A good fucking slut for… just look at her, Mr Saijo. You won’t get to fuck and make love to such a pretty… fuck… such a pretty face anymore,” Gojo said to the camera. His lips then latched on to your ears, whispering naughty words that were driving your arousal, coating their cocks with your creamy slick. The sounds of two members pushing in and out of you at increasing speeds, and with perfect accuracy and rhythm, were the most hellish of all - but your groans were second.

Geto peered over your shoulder to see Gojo staring at him as he whispered profanities into your ears as he plunged deeply into you. Geto's teeth dug deeper into your breast as he held Gojo's stare. There was no need for words because they both knew that simply looking at one other gave them pleasure. There was an underlying need for passion between the two, but none of them considered making the first move.

But maybe, just maybe tonight will be the night, especially with how good they both looked fucking your creamy pussy and your ass. Yes, just maybe they’ll do it but not until they have you cumming on their cock more times than they can count. 

Anyway, Geto finally broke eye contact to gaze at your lovely, then down to look at your pussy, back up to look at your tits, your face, and then back to Gojo's eyes. Geto’s hand then reached up and grabbed Gojo’s hand pulling both you and him down on his chest. Geto then grabbed your head and pulled you in for a hot needy kiss while tangling his fingers into Gojo’s hair to keep him there.

“Fucking hell, I’m gonna cum,” Gojo groaned, his hand slipping between your bodies to play with your clit. Your stomach was getting hot, and you were having a developing pleasure. "Come on, mama, wrap your cream around our cock, and we'll pump you full of our cum." But your brain barely noticed any of that as the scorching pleasure inside of you escalated. You began whimpering, but the sound of your whimpers was drowned out by the manly grunts from Geto's lips and the loud moans from Gojo's mouth as your body trembled violently between theirs as you eventually reached a forceful climax, losing consciousness entirely as you release yourself into the ecstasy of your orgasm.

“Yes… yes,” you cried, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. They fucked you through their climax while chasing theirs, and it wasn't long before their balls tightened, their cocks swelled immensely in your holes, and when you clamped around them both, they both emptied their seeds inside your holes. Gojo drew your head back to kiss your lips as Geto gasped as he quickly gripped your breast in his mouth and sucked on your nipple. "Fuck you, baby, fuck."

"So full," you murmured, resting your head on his shoulders. You could feel their lips kissing your body. It felt great, their delicate touches felt nice, and oh fuck, you just had sex with your neighbors, to spite and get revenge on your cheating husband.

Soon after, Gojo pulled out of your home, removed you off Geto's lap, and placed you on the bed. You lay and sat silently for a while, reminiscing on your wonderful time. That is, until Gojo asked, "Would you like to do that again, mama? This time, without the camera." 

You looked over at him and back at Geto who was lazily stroking his cock. He smiled at you and you giggled. “Ok, but give me a moment to cool down.” 

Gojo chuckled as he hopped off the bed to go turn off the camera. “While we wait on her to cool down,” Gojo began as he turned around and licked his lips before looking over at Geto then he continued, “Do you wanna maybe make out with me?” 

Your eyes widened, your head snapping back and forth between the two of them. Geto on the other hand chuckled before replying, “I want to do more than make out with you. But that’s if you're down with me topping.” 

“And what if I wanted to top?” Gojo asked as he slowly made his way over to the bed. You were still in shock, but you managed to move over to give them a bit of room.

“I don’t mind.”

“Well, I have no problem with you being the top,” Gojo responded as he moved to straddle Geto’s lap. 

“Well fuck then,” you whispered under your breath while watching the two of them smiling at each. “I’m going to enjoy this…” 

… 

A few Days Later… 

“Today’s a good day,” Gojo said to himself as he walked into the law firm in which your husband worked with the edited sex tape and your divorce papers in his hand. 

“Good Morning sir, how may I assist?” the lady at the front desk asked. 

“I’d like to have a word with Saijo Takeda.” 

“Is he expecting you?” the woman asked. 

“He’s not,” Gojo answered truthly, “But he’s going to want to have a conversation with me. Well that’s if he wants to continue working here. I have no problem getting him fired from this establishment.” 

“I’ll take you to him,” the woman spoke quickly before excusing herself from the front desk and leading Gojo towards your husband's office. Once they arrived at the door, Gojo thanked the woman before opening up the door to have a conversation with your husband. 

“I’m quite busy at the moment,” your husband said as soon as Gojo stepped inside the office. 

“Good Afternoon too Mr. Saijo.” 

Your husband perked up, eyes almost bulging from his head when he saw the son of Mr. Gojo is the owner of multiple law and technological firms in Japan inside his office. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” 

“Eh! I’m just here to sort some business out with you,” Gojo said as he took a seat in front of your husband. 

“What kind of business?” Your husband asked. Gojo smiled as he rested both the sex tape and your divorce papers in front of him. Your husband brow raised in confusion as he picked up the papers that were in front of him. “What’s all of this?” 

“Are you blind?” Gojo asked, scoffing as he watched the excuse of a husband picking up the thumb drive that had the sex tape. 

“Divorce papers?” 

“Gosh you’re so stupid, but let’s cut to the chase. You are going to do yourself a favour and sign these divorce papers. Y/N, or should I say my woman has already signed most of these papers. Fill out the rest.” 

“What?” your husband said with a shocked look on his face and as he was about to say something else, Gojo was quick to shut him down. 

“It’ll be best to sign them while I’m being nice.”

“And what if I don’t?” your husband asked as he rested the papers on the table and folded his hand under his chin. Does this kid know who I am?” Your husband thought. 

However Gojo chuckled then spoke, “Suguru and I fucked your wife and made a tape of it. You have it right there in your hand.” His confession shocked your husband to the core. “Now I want you to listen to me carefully. There are two copies of the tape. You have one and my baby Y/N has the other copy. You see if you don’t do what I’m asking you to do. I’ll ruin your life with this tape.”

“I’m not the one on the tape though,” your husband fired back at Gojo. 

“But I am,” Gojo said while smirking. “Now imagine what the public would think if they found out that you leaked a sex of me having sex with your wife from this computer right here,” Gojo said while tapping the computer that was on the desk. “I can already see the headlines. Saijo Takeda was caught in another scandal and now the company is seeking to release him from the company.” 

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Gojo laughed and added, "Oh but I would. I would. So please don't put me to the test. Saijo I make pledges instead of just making meaningless threats. I advise you to follow my instructions. Accept the terms of the documents by signing them. You have 12 hours to complete the form and send it back to me. If you don't do it, I guarantee that your life will never be the same again. Enjoy your day. I have to hurry home right away so I can fill Y/N's pussy. Oh, and you might pick up a few new skills after watching the tape. It's good practice.”

𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌?

@getosbigballsack 2023

[daddyd0nt]

Stopping children from making cosmetic alterations to their bodies that often have lifelong consequences that they cannot even understand let alone consent to is not "Anti Trans health Care". Anti Trans healthcare looks like neglecting to screen transmen for ovarian cancer and telling transwomen they don't need their prostate checked. If an adult wants to cosmetically transition then that is their choice and their right and they should be free to do so with safety and dignity, but a child who has not yet or has barely started puberty cannot consent to side effects like "non orgasmic sex organs" or consider bone loss 30 years down the line and the only "benefit" that early transition provides is that the person will have a better chance of passing (aka be more conventionally attractive) in the future.

[dean-you-assbutt-cas-loves-you]

gonna have surgery this Friday to remove the cyst and ovary, and also both tubes (lowers the chance of getting ovarian cancer and I don't plan on having children ever)

dr said the cyst is the size of a baby's head 😳😳😳 so have to remove it asap

[ohtobeleah]

Goodbye, Goodbye // Jake Seresin

-> A Terms of Endearment Blurb

Summary: Jake & Amilia have been trying for a year, when they do fall pregnant it leads to a much bigger discovery and an even bigger heart heartbreak.

Warnings: Pregnancy journey. Pregnancy talk. Miscarriage. Ovarian Cancer. Jake Seresin x OC reader. PLEASE READE THE WARNINGS

Word Count: 4.2k

Author Note: Day Twenty One of Whumptober. Prompt I chose: Near Death Experience. Thank you to @ailesswhumptober for the prompt list.

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The love between Jake Seresin and Amilia Fisher was as fierce as love could be. It was no secret to anyone around them that they had a love that burned so deep and so profound that they would forever and always be each other’s end game. Each other's soul mates. For all that they had been through and worked on, new love grew in the form of healed wounds and new trust. 

They had, for what it was worth—survived The Great War. 

“I can’t keep doing this.” Amilia sighed as she crawled into bed beside her husband with yet another negative pregnancy test. “It’s been twelve months of constant let downs.” She frowned at the stupid plastic first response she knew she shouldn’t buy but kept repurchasing anyway. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I can’t keep doing this to myself Jake.” 

Amilia laid her head on Jake's shoulder as he sat up in their bed. The two of them had been trying for one whole year. One whole year of negative pregnancy tests. One whole year old preconception vitamins. One whole year of sperm health tables. One whole year of tips and tricks Amilia’s Flo app had given her. One whole year of prime positions and menstrual cycle tracking and temperature monitoring and diet changes. 

One whole year of nothing by failed attempts and broken hearts. 

“I know, and hey—I know we’re both on the same page about wanting this.” Jake cooed as he took the negative test from his wife’s hand. “But maybe it just isn’t our time?” 

“So do we keep trying or do we go see a fertility specialist and try to figure out what’s going on?” They had been told to try and convince naturally for twelve consecutive months before reaching out to a specialist. That was the recommendation. But with every month that passed them by, Amilia grew more and more frustrated and concerned that something could be wrong. 

“I think we keep trying, but do that in tandem with talking to a specialist.” Jake cooed. “I love you, I want this yeah?” 

“I want this too—so bad.” Amilia could feel her bottom lip quivering. She wanted to be a mother so badly, she wanted to give Jake the chance to be a dad. He was already the best uncle to Odette and Riley, even if he was halfway across the world three months at a time. “I just don't know if I can't handle another negative test, my body is literally designed to have children and I can't even get a stupid fertilised egg to embed in me.” Jake had to laugh sympathetically as Amilia snuggled into his side with a huff. She was doing her best, he knew that.

“For all we know it could be me who's shooting blanks.” He reminded her. “We’ll talk to someone who can help us alright, but for now, let's just appreciate the time we have together before kiddos and prams and family passes and all the sleepless nights we’ll surely have.” 

“I know you're frustrated.” Amilia mumbled into Jake's side. His tan torso was hot to the touch, her walking talking furnace. “You don't have to be the optimistic one all the time.” 

“Trust me–” Jake admitted in the low light of their bedroom the two shared in Townsville, Australia. ”I am, but I'm not frustrated with you.” Jake felt like he had to make that clear as clear could be. “I think I'm just frustrated that we’re kinda told that if you have sex you get pregnant and die.” It was an over exaggeration of the poor sex education system, but Jake pretty much nailed it. “And now that we’re trying, it just sucks that it hasn't happened the way I always thought it would.” 

“Makes me jealous of Fe for getting pregnant so easily.” Amilia felt awful saying it, but she knew her husband wouldn't spill her horrid thoughts. “Riley was a thought and then she was real in the span of a year and Nicky well, we both know Nicky was a little oopsie baby, our children, if we keep going at this rate will have sixty five year old parents in their teens.” 

“How do people do it.'' Jake sighed as he sunk a little lower into the bed and pulled his wife into his chest. “Oopsie babies, I mean–I just don't get it, how do you not know?” 

“We’re horrible people aren't we?” Amilia chuckled to herself as she curled into her husband. They were ready for the next big phase in life, but something was holding them back from stepping into parenthood. Some divine intervention that was telling them now wasn't their time. But my god did they both want it just as bad as each other. 

“Hmm, maybe.” Jake kissed Amilias shoulder softly as he revelled in the scent of her body wash. “But no one needs to know, and all those people out there getting pregnant the first time round? They’re just overachievers.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

Amilias period was four days late. She initially didn't think much of it because she knew when she got stressed it messed with her cycle, but something deep inside her was telling her to take just one more test. Something was telling her that if she took just one more, that it would be the positive she had been praying for. 

“If you’re fucking with me man I’m gonna be pissed.” She wasn’t a religious person, but Amilia believed that there was something bigger than herself out there. So as the little stick sat upside down on the counter of her bathroom vanity—she spoke to whatever the hell that bigger idea was. “I’m serious, I can’t take it.” 

The timer felt obnoxious, but Amilia jumped as the silence in her bathroom was broken by the set standard alarm her phone rang with. Three entire minutes had passed and she was standing on the edge of a cliff she knew that she’d jump off if that  plastic stick was negative. She couldn’t do it anymore, it was torture. 

“Alright, fuck it.” She groaned as she reached out to check the pregnancy test. To Amelia's surprise though it wasn’t what she had originally been expecting. “Oh my god—“ It was positive. Her first positive. “No fucking way.” Two very pink very clear very there lines were looking back at Amilia as she cupped a hand over her mouth and crouched down. Her knees felt weak, she had to remind herself to breathe or else she was going to pass out from the pure joy that was pulsing through her veins. 

“Holy shit, I’m pregnant!” Amilia had thought about all the different ways she could have told her husband that they were expecting, she even had one of those ‘Hi Daddy’ newborn onesie tucked away somewhere deep in their closet for a rainy day. But as her feet hit the pavement of the Townville Naval base, Amilia made a B-line for the administration building to get herself a visitors pass. 

“Your wife’s looking for you.” Gucci told Jake as he caught up with him in one of the hallways. “She’s in G building.” 

“Oz is on base?” Jake replied with caution lacing his words. 

“I just saw her, she asked if I saw you to send you her way.” Jake wasn’t about to stick around and play twenty one questions with his wingman. He let his feet carry him over to G building where he’d been told his wife was looking for him. Jake's locker was in G building, so was the canteen he frequented and the rec room he liked the most—so it was only natural for Amilia to assume that would be the easiest place to start. 

“Oz?” Jake cooed as he rounded a particular corner and saw the back of his wife’s head. “What are you doing here? Are you alright? What’s wrong?” 

Without question or any explanation, Amilia ran towards her husband with a smile so bright and a laugh so full of joy that it nearly knocked Jake to the ground. She jumped into his unexpecting arms that were quick to catch her as her legs wrapped around his wide but muscular frame. 

“Babe!?” 

“I’m pregnant!” Two words, it took just two words for Jake Seresins heart to implode in his chest. “We’re pregnant Jake we fucking did it!” 

“You’re pregnant?” Jake never thought his heart could get any bigger, but he knew in that very moment his heart grew—it imploded and grew back twice the size it originally was to cater for the little life the two of them had created. “Are—are you sure?” 

Amilia Fisher couldn’t be sure until she had a blood test done, but when the ten pregnancy test she took all from different brands came up as fat as fuck positives—she knew they couldn’t be lying. She was pregnant. 

“I’m sure, I’m so sure Jake, we’re gonna be parents!” 

Jake sat his wife back down on the ground but he never let her go. He kissed her with enough passion and love to have her heart fluttering inside her chest and her lungs burning with desire. His hands cupped her flushed with heat cheeks so she couldn’t pull away—and through the entire embrace, Amilia couldn’t stop smiling against her husband's lips. 

“Holy shit we’re pregnant!” Jake let his forehead settle against his wife’s. “Oz, I love you so very much.”

“We’re gonna have a baby Seresin.” Amilia laughed as she ran the pad of her thumb across Jake's cheek. “Us, you and me, with a baby.” 

“Half you half me huh.” Jaked cooed, he was over the moon. Amilia widened her eyes in response before she laughed, they were having the baby they had dreamed of having. 

“Oh god what a combo—“ 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

“You’ll need to make an appointment with an OBGYN for an ultrasound at around six to eight weeks.” With a single blood test, the pregnancy that Jake and Amilia had been waiting for had been officially confirmed. “But congratulations, you are very much pregnant, Mrs Seresin.” 

“You hear that Oz?” Jake cooed as he squeezed Amilias hand in the doctor's office. “Very pregnant.” 

The two were keeping everything on the downlow, Amilia, albeit very excited and full of joy to finally experience her biggest wish—wanted to wait till she was out of the first trimester until her and Jake started telling the people closer to them. However, that didn’t stop Jake from telling you, his closest friend, his sister, his person. 

“Amilias pregnant!?” You shouted down the phone. “Oh my god congratulations! How far along is she?” 

“Uh—we just left the doctors office like five minutes ago, four weeks?” Jake looked over to where his wife sat in the passenger's seat, beaming at your reaction over the loudspeaker. “She’s here with me.” 

“Oz! You’re pregnant oh my god!” You wanted to cry, Jake was going to be an amazing dad and Amilia was going to be the best mum. That kid was already so loved at conception. “I’m so happy for the two of you, I’m gonna have to tell Rooster you know that right?”

“I never thought this day would actually come but yeah, we’re pregnant.” Amilia reached out for her husband's hand before he brought it up to his lips. “And yeah, that’s fine, but don’t tell the cowboy alright I wanna tell Rhett myself.” 

“So he can tell you that you’re an idiot?” You laughed as you sat in the livingroom at midnight, feeding little Nicky. Bradley was on a mission which left you outnumbered three to one. 

“Yeah, but I know he cares.” Amilia and Rhett Abbott were quite close for two people who pretended like they couldn’t stand one another. 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***

The happiness didn’t last for very long. Seven weeks into Amilias first and what would ultimately be last, something went wrong. The kitchen was buzzing with music as she chopped up a quick garden salad to go with dinner, sausages Jake was cooking on the barbecue. She hadn’t changed out of her pyjamas all day, and had barely gotten out of bed. But as six o’clock rolled around on Saturday afternoon, Amilia felt a little more like herself and hoisted herself up. 

“Almost finished with these bad boys.” Jake called out over his shoulder through the window that led back into the kitchen, he could see his wife, the love of his life in the corner of his eye. “How’s that salad looking?” 

“Diced and chopped daddio—“ Amilia teased as she flicked the rest of the cherry tomatoes off the chopping board into the bowl. “I’ve just gotta add the—“ Oh, that didn’t feel good. 

“Add the what babe?” Jake thought he just didn’t hear what Amilia had said, he thought he had just missed the tail end of her sentence, but she’d stopped mid sentence at the feeling of her lower abdomen cramping, like a bad period pain. “Oz?” Jake frowned as he cut the gas and took the sausages off the hot plate. 

“The cheese.” Amilia clenched her jaw as she tried to breathe through the pain, it only got worse with every breath she took. “I just have to add the—Ahh!” It felt like someone had stabbed a hot knife into her and had begun to drag the aerated edge across her body. “Ahh—“

“Amilia!” Jake had all but forgotten the tray of sausages he was carrying in when he saw his wife on the floor in a heap, curling into herself to try and stop the pain. “Hey, what’s wrong, hey—?” 

Breathe, in out, in out. She was fine. 

“Babe I can’t help if you don’t te—“ The blood told Jake all he needed to know before Amilia could even begin to get her words out. “Oh god—no.” 

“Jake—“ Her husband's name was the only thing Amilia could will herself to speak as she saw the blood between her legs, seeping into her pyjama pants. The same pyjama pants she’d been in all day because she just hadn’t felt well. “I’m fine, we’re okay, we’re fine, we’re, aaahh—!” 

Everyone needs just one person in their lives who say things like ‘You got this’ ‘I believe in you’ and ‘You will find courage and energy in yourself that you normally wouldn’t have had before.’

But more importantly, that person needs to also say the things that no one wants to hear. And if things were to go wrong? They would be there in the mud for whatever reason. 

Jake was that person for Amilia Fisher-Seresin. He had the ability to say something’s wrong when she couldn’t bring herself to believe it. 

“Honey, I think we need to get you up to the hospital.” He had the ability to worry, to care and understand that something was horribly wrong and that there shouldn’t be this much blood or this much pain when it came to implantation bleeding and spotting. Amilia was having what Jake could only assume to be a miscarriage and all he could do in that moment was put his own feelings of grief and sorrow aside to help the only woman he’d ever truly loved. “It’s alright, I’ve got you.” 

“No no no no no—“ Amilia cried as she bawled her fists into the cotton of Jake's t-shirt before her tears strained the white fabric. He could smell the iron in the air. “Jake—“ She sobbed. “Our baby, somethings wrong.” 

“Let me take you to the emergency room sweetheart.” Jake had to hold his own tears back, this wasn’t what he pictured would happen when Amilia had told them they were gonna have a baby together. “Please? I have to make sure you’re alright baby, your bleeding and—“ Jake knew he had to say it. “You are what’s important right now, you and your health baby because I can lose that baby, I can deal with that grief but I can’t lose you both alright.” Jake felt his wife’s heart shattering as she screamed into his embrace right there on the kitchen floor. “I can’t lose you both alright so I need you to let me get you some help.” 

Jake thought he was a pretty tough guy, but as his wife cried in his arms bleeding as she lost their baby on the kitchen floor, he knew he wasn’t strong enough to handle this without a support system. He needed you. He needed your strength and resistance and your determination and strength to get through this. He needed you to hold him up because his knees felt weak but he had to get up. He needed to be there for his wife through everything. 

“I’m sorry—“ Amilia sobbed as Jake carried her out to the car koala style. He was going to be covered in blood but that didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered besides getting Amilia the care she needed. “I’m so sorry.” 

“You haven’t done anything wrong sweetheart.” Jake cooed. “Not a damn thing.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***

“We had to give her a sedative in order to examine your wife, Mr. Seresin.” Time was a fickle thing, it was neither here nor there. “She’s asleep, but for what’s it worth she’s incredibly lucky to be alive right now.” Jake could feel his phone ringing in his back pocket—you had been calling non-stop for updates ever since Amilia was taken back for an ultrasound to confirm what everyone already believed to be a miscarriage. 

But he’d never remember just how he ended up standing outside his wife’s hospital room in oncology just four hours after he’d brought her into the emergency room. Jake hadn’t even had a chance to change his shirt. 

“It’s critical—if we don’t get in there and operate soon, it’s hard to tell how much time she’ll actually have.” The Doctor didn’t sound like he was making any sense, Jake couldn’t process anything he was telling him. This didn’t make sense, none of it did. 

“Ovarian cancer?” Jake tried to wrap his head around how his wife, how Amilia, could have ovarian cancer. “I don’t understand.” 

“It’s aggressive, from the scans alone I’d say critical.” Again, nothing Doctor Thomas was saying made any sense to Jake. “Mr. Seresin, has your wife ever experienced any pain during intercourse? Painful cramps outside her normal period or—“ 

“Not that I’m aware of, no.” Jake knew Amilia like the back of his own hand, so the news of her diagnosis on the back of losing their child was far too much for him to handle. “What does she need? Treatment wise?”

“I can't say for certain without exploring her reproductive system more closely but if the ovaries are too far gone, we’re recommending a full hysterectomy.” Jake's brain was trying its best to compute all the little bits of information being given to him as he watched Amilia sleep. She looked as peaceful as she could be. “If the cancer is as aggressive as we believe it to be, if we leave behind any viable tissue it could spread–the miscarriage was a direct result of the tumours constricting her reproductive organs, it's a miracle she was able to convince to begin with.” 

“We’d been trying for a year–” Jake explained softly, his entire world was crashing around him. All that he knew, all that he hoped for in the future was crumbling. “We had an appointment with a fertility specialist the month she fell pregnant, we never ended up going because we ended up pregnant.” 

“I'm very sorry for your loss–” Doctor Thomas sympathised as he placed his hand on Jake's shoulder. The mullet kinda took away from the seriousness of his tone. “But I truly believe the miscarriage your wife suffered saved her life.” It was a take Jake never thought he’d have on such a horrid situation. “It would have killed her, she’s a very lucky woman, the blood she lost wasn't just from the miscarriage but from one of the worst ovarian torsions I’ve ever seen.” 

There was so much blood, far too much blood for Jake to ever forget. He grew up on a farm, his uncle owned an abitur, he knew that humans held a lot of blood but when you physically see that much blood coming from someone you love it's hard to comprehend the magnitude of the destruction until after the fact.  

“Your wife is scheduled for surgery earlier tomorrow morning, it's after visiting hours but given the circumstances i've already organised for a cot to be bright up so you can stay with her.” 

“If you can't save her life without the hysterectomy, I want you to do it.” Jake nodded as he let a few stray tears fall down his cheeks. “Yeah–yeah if it's all or nothing just do it.” He pressed his lips into a fine line to try and stop his bottom lip from quivering. “But if there's even a slither of hope that you don't have to, please–just try and give her a chance, she wants to be a mum so bad.” 

“I understand Mr. Seresin.” Doctor Thomas replied. “This isn't my first rodeo.” 

“Unlucky for you.” Jake tried to chuckle as he crossed his arms over his chest. “It's mine.” 

“Everyone I ever meet for these types of cases is their first, and if I can offer one piece of advice I’d say that there are other ways to be parents, adoption, foster care.” Doctor Thomas knew by the gaze in Jake's eyes that he was mentally checking out of the conversation. “Go be with your wife, i'll be by in the morning for post ops.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***

By the time Amilia was coming to in her groggy and drugged out state, Jake had already had a good cry in the dark. The hospital room was dimly lit, Jake didn't want his wife to wake up to the harsh fluorescent lights. Hell he didn't want her to wake up in general. He wanted her to stay sleeping peacefully forever, blissfully unaware of the horrors that awaited her when she woke. 

“Hey there Oz.” Jake cooed as he brushed Amilias hair from her face. “I've got you baby, I'm here.” It felt like time had stood still since she first screamed out in pain in the kitchen. Jake knew when he got home that ants would be everywhere from the sausages that had fallen from the tray he carried in and the salad you never put away. “Shhh i've got you Amilia, I’m here.” 

“I lost our baby.” Amilia hadn’t even opened her eyes properly and she was already incredibly aware of the heaviness in her chest. The grief she felt inside her soul. “Jake–I lost our baby.” 

“It's not your fault sweetheart.” Jake sat as close as he possibly could to his wife's bedside. “We lost our baby, I know, I know and it hurts, it hurts so much but Amilia, it's not so simple.” Jake had been dreading having this conversation, he didn't know how to tell his wife she was going in for surgery. That she was sick, that she had ovarian cancer and that they may have to perform a full hysterectomy just to save her life. “The doctors figured out why it took us so long to conceive.” 

“It's me, isn't it.” It broke Jake's heart to nod, but that didn't mean he thought his wife was broken. “What's wrong with me?” 

“You uh–” Jake couldn't stop himself from sobbing as he stood to climb into the hospital bed to hold his wife. “You're okay, that's the main thing okay, and you're gonna be fine once the surgery is over and I'm gonna be by your side through everything.” 

“I just lost our baby, I don't think I'll ever be alright again.” 

“You didn't lose our baby sweetheart, you have ovarian cancer–that's what caused the miscarriage, that's what, that's what stopped us from conceiving earlier.” Jake explained as simply and as slowly as possible as he held Amilia close to him and kissed her forehead. “Losing our baby saved your life.” 

“Jake, I don't have cancer.” Amilia scoffed as she shrugged him off. “Why would you even say that right now?” Jake was caught between a rock and a hard place, he didn't know what to do or what to say. “What are you even talking about right now?” That's when it hit, Jake physically saw the moment Amilia was able to process what he had said. “Oh–” Her shoulders slumped as she settled back into him. “Oh no, no no no no I can't, I can't, I don't–” 

“Shhh.” Jake cooed as he wrapped his wife back into his arms. “I'm here, I've got you, you're okay.” For everything the two had been through this was certainly about to be their biggest battle, but Jake Seresin was adamant that he would be there every step of the way. “Our baby saved your life, and I'll never be able to thank them enough.” 

“How bad is it?” Amilia sobbed into Jake's chest. “The cancer? And be honest Jake, please dont lie to me.” 

“It's bad enough.” Jake sobbed as he held Amilia closer than he ever had before. “I'm just grateful you're alive.” 

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[angelapleasant]

fyi if you have a uterus and are looking to get sterilized because you either know you don’t want kids or just don’t want to take the chance i had a bilateral salpingectomy in 2022 and it was an extremely easy surgery.

i woke up with mild period-like cramps (much lighter than the ones i get on my actual period) which were gone in like 45 minutes and didn’t have any other pain. i didn’t have to take the pain meds prescribed and i don’t even think i took ibuprofen. the worst part was when i got home and my cat stepped her little 1000lb foot on one of my incisions and that was only bad because my whole body tensed up to protect it bc it scared me lol. maybe the gas pain in my shoulder from it but even that wasn’t as bad as it was when i had my gallbladder removed and it doesn’t last!

i was in and out of the hospital within a few hours. recovery was super easy. my insurance covered it “100%” as a birth control method (but the hospital itself charged me $1500 out of pocket for their facilities thanks american healthcare system!!! this was still cheaper than an ER visit i had for severe food poisoning 🙄🙄).

with a bisalp the tubes are fully removed. it can’t heal or reverse itself. you cannot get pregnant unless you pay $$$$$ to do it artificially. it also helps reduce the risk of ovarian cancer according to my surgeon bc it likes to form in the tubes.

the process was easy too! i found my surgeon from the list on r/childfree. he had actually tweeted that he will do them for women who want them without all the bs when roe got revoked. i went in prepared to argue and have my husband come in to “give permission” (how disgusting that i even have to say that) and he was like as long as you understand that insurance won’t pay for it if you ever want to get ivf it’s all good. it took like 2 months max. i think the only requirement is that you’re 21. i was 29, no kids, and had no issues!

i switched to him as my gyno even tho it’s a drive for me and that really says something about him bc i would never have considered a male gyno before. i don’t want to be too public w my location but if you are in FL DM me and i’ll give you his info. he does telehealth appts afaik so you might be able to do your consult online and just travel for the surgery and post op if you aren’t in a reasonable distance to avoid staying overnight. or just if you have more questions about the surgery. if you aren’t within traveling distance check the list on r/childfree for other doctors, they should list it by state!

i know this is a very permanent solution to only one of many issues we are all worried about right now and costs are going to be different with different levels of attainability for everyone, but it was so worth it for me. i don’t hate children but i have NEVER wanted them (my mom blamed the crying baby toys she got me as a kid haha) and i would never want to deal with pregnancy or its aftereffects. especially if it wasn’t a pregnancy i CHOSE. even without contraceptives at risk it was a good choice for me because the hormones made me nauseous ALL the time.

[frances-baby-houseman]

I have seen the film We Live in Time. I feel like maybe you want to see it so I won't say anything but like, I love Florence Pugh and obviously Andrew Garfield and like. You do not need to rush to see this one. You can see it on an airplane. But if you want to know more of my thoughts about this film you can read them below the cut.

This movie goes out of chronological order and often the only way you know what time they're living in is by Miss Flo's hair. that's an important note. Miss Flo has a LOT to do and as you will see Andrew has very little to do other than cry.

Andrew is getting a divorce. He has to go to a hotel and talk about weetabix. He cries in the bathtub while eating cookies.

He goes to the store in a bathrobe on a highway to get pens to sign his divorce papers. also gets a chocolate orange. Miss Flo runs him over.

They go out for milkshakes. Andrew cries a little because he is in pain from getting run over.

He gets together with Miss Flo, then they have a fight because he wants children and she gets REALLY mad that he puts this on her. He cries and leaves.

He inexplicably follows a pizza man into a baby shower to tell Miss Flo that he loves her and does not care about children, only the time he is currently living in. He cries out of newfound love.

They decide to introduce their parents. It is revealed in a conversation about Salt Lake City that Miss Flo was a competitive figure skater (but inexplicably she was not in Salt Lake for the olympics, just a different competition. weird choice.) Andrew tears up out of surprise for his very competetive girlfriend (at some point he learns by going through a box that she is both bisexual and a very competitive chef.)

Later that night miss flo gets a stomach ache, very bad, Andrew tears up with worry.

It is revealed she has ovarian cancer. She can have a total hysterectomy (good for actually curing it) or partial/keep her eggs so they can have babies, which she didn't even want, but now she does want for him. You can see where this is going. Andrew cries.

She gets better and they ride the carousel with the insane horse to celebrate.

~Fertility Montage~ Andrew is teary when the tests are negative and also positive.

Several false alarms to give birth to this baby.

They are in a tunnel to finally go to the hospital and it's new years eve and the traffic is stopped and Andrew gets out to investigate and when he comes back Miss Flo is gone to a convenience store where she is picking out every single food. They abandon the car, truly, we never hear of it again. Absolutely insane behavior.

Miss Flo gets locked in the gas station bathroom and the baby is COMING. Andrew, teary, kicks in the door with two employees, then they help Miss Flo give birth in the bathroom. This is a VERY LONG SCENE. Everyone is crying, especially Andrew. The baby is born.

Time passes. They move to what looks like Kate Winslet's cottage from The Holiday.

Miss Flo gets another tummy ache. Oh no the cancer is back. She got the baby but also got Chekhov's remaining ovary cancer. She doesn't want more treatment because she wants to live in the time she has. Andrew cries (this is literally the first scene in the movie).

She DOES get treatment but also she decides to compete in the Beaucoup D'or, which is a prize for chefs that looks like Iron Chef and will take like 40 hours a week to train for, in addition to her job and her family. She tells Andrew she's not doing it and he's teary with gratitude

Andrew proposes (these two are MODERN and are not married despite having a kid and a cottage.) Obviously, he cries. He makes cute little save the dates with a carousel horse on them.

They shave her head. This happens early in the film so you'll know what time they're in when it jumps around, but is stupid bc she just has a buzz cut and does not ever actually lose her hair. The buzz cut is just to tell you it's cancer #2 timeline.

She IS doing the competition and puking a lot, which is gross for a chef. We have no clue what andrew is doing when he's not crying in her presence. Presumably, a ton of childcare.

The doctor says the treatment didn't work and they eat some candy. Andrew OBVIOUSLY cries. Almut says she'll pick the kid up from school.

Almut forgets to pick the kid up from shcool and is very busy training for the beacuoup d'or. she comes home and Andrew is crying with rage and fear that she might be dead. She reveals the contest and is like, I want my daughter to remember me for more than just being her mother (fair!!) and Andrew cries out, "how can she remember you for something you are keeping secret!!" (EXACTLY my thoughts, andrew.) OH YEA the competition is the weekend of the wedding!!!!! So Andrew takes the box of save the dates out to the trash and takes each one out of the box and puts them individually in the trash can while crying.

Ok so now we are in Italy and Miss Flo passes an ice rink and looks at it meaningfully. Then it's CHEF COMPETITION TIME. Miss Flo's assistant (loved this character) throws up. TOO MUCH CHEFS THROWING UP!!!

Andrew and the baby who's like 5 now are in the audience. He is teary with pride. Miss Flo cooks but she doesn't stay for the results. She walks out with Andrew and the baby.

They obviously go to the skating rink and they skate around and then Miss Flo skates off and like, does this weird wave and then you know she is dead.

Andrew is now a single parent and taking care of the baby and getting the cottage chicken eggs. He actually is crying less now. They make pancakes or something.

the end.

[youkaiyume]

So had my consultation with the Oncologist today. (That's a doctor specializing in cancer btw) And it was a lot and also not a lot of information. But also, I finally saw the imaging of my bffs the ovarian cysts. Gross medical things under the cut:

HOLY SHIT I know the left one was huge but apparently both my right and left ovaries are sporting cysts larger than grapefruits each. They're literally shoving all of my organs out of the way what space is there for anything else down there???? And I have a small pelvis, no wide child bearing hips on this gal. The doctor said they are probably dermoid cyst which can have all sorts of things floating in there in addition to fluid like... hair and skin--and she said they detected calcium so I possibly have TEETH in there??? TEETH.

She also said that the cancer markers were high. like really high. Like normal is 30 and my readings were 3600--100x more than normal. She still said that she doesn't think it's cancer because nothing else internally looks like it's affected and there have been one other case who was like, in the 7000 marker that turned out to be nothing. But Also it could mean if it was some type of cancer that it was in the early stages. HOW FUN.

They won't know for sure though until they test the cysts themselves and that can't happen until they surgically remove them. After making sure I don't want children she says that they'll still try to leave me some ovary... nubbins? Nubs of ovaries. just enough to still produce estrogen because they don't want to force early menopause by taking out both of my ovaries cuz apparently that causes a bunch of other health issues I'm too young for. But also if worst comes to worst and it IS cancer they might have to just take all the girl bits out. The ovaries, a hysterectomy. The works. Which is fine I don't ever plan to have children and if I did I wanted to adopt anyway. Again, can't know until they test my GRAPEFRUIT CYSTS.

I have yet to hear back from the scheduling lady for a confirmed surgery date but hopefully it will be two weeks from now. They did warn me that hopefully they can just peel the cysts off and they will do their best to make sure none of it is left but there is an unlikely event that the cyst could burst mid surgery. Which they said they'll try to clean up if that happens but if it does I might have to be hospitalized again just so they can flush all the...cyst juice out. But ALSO because it is potentially cancerous and they don't know we really don't want that to happen cuz you know. the cancer could spread. And ALSO hopefully in the time that I am waiting for surgery we also hope that the cysts don't burst.

I'm totally not an anxiety puddle HAHAHA. I'm staying optimistic but it's still a big waiting game of I don't really know and I won't know for weeks. Keep your fingers crossed for me!

[jacksprostate]

Bob in female fight club au. Thoughts

Probably named Marge

Rather than doing a direct inversion (ie making the character the exact opposite, much tits -> no tits, etc) I think sort of an analogue would work better riffing off the motherly role Bob has, in combination with the group being for uterine cancer/ovarian cancer

The women come together, and they cry, cry, cry, over lost husbands, who left them because they got cancer, because overwhelmingly, men leave if their wife gets cancer, over lost relationships with children, who stayed but resent them, over lost Motherhood, that thing you were told was your worth but now you are told you're shit. Remaining Women Together. Despite. Despite despite despite.

What is it, about purposes. Want to see misery, see women fed their own physical oppression as lost salvation.

Marge, whatever her name is, her husband divorced her, left her with the kids and medical bills stacked as high as she is tall. She is thankful she still has her kids, it makes her feel like she's still worth something. She's had to try and get back into the workforce. No one wants to hire dear former stay at home mother Marge. She shows you her kids in her wallet in her purse and there are no pictures of her. There's a picture of her old husband, which she keeps to show her kids if they ask. They're old enough to go to school now, which is good, because it gives her more time to work. Life is hard, but she's doing her best.

Marge, who is on hormone therapy so she doesn't get those "side effects" she's heard about from other total hysterectomy patients, the future of early dementia and degeneration and horror. Who does pelvic floor exercises in hopes it will minimise the fallout of the surgery. Who carefully rips every hair out of her upper lip and chin because even if it would be normal for a woman, a woman whose gone through menopause, a woman at all — she knows, it's probably the estrogen tipping back over into testosterone, and she can't handle any more losses. She compensates. They all do.

The support group is her Me Time. It is the single hour plus half hour commute she can afford once a week for herself. So she gets here, and she cries, cries, cries, and the others cry with her, all over how their lives have fallen apart since they got ovarian cancer, got breast cancer, and their lives derailed because they can't be proper women anymore.

They cry in their waterproof makeup. Another product to promise womanhood. Identify yourself via consumption. Identify yourself by covering yourself up.

And when she finds fight club. When she finds something that says, jesus fuck. You are more than your children. You are more than your ability to have kids. You aren't a failed woman, that's a sack of shit you've been sold wholesale. When she finds something that promises her she will grow, achieve personhood, not because she was the ultimate martyr mother, not because she played the game of human or woman, but because it promises a freedom from all that, identification and repulsion of such sickening chains. When she stops worrying about her slightly deepened voice, and works to keep her dose even keel for her health, to avoid the toxic highs of accidentally juicing, rather than the lesser effects of a black lip hair or two. When she has a photo, not of herself in her wallet, but of the things she makes with other women from fight club, of the one view of the sunset from that one parking lot that she always thought was wonderful, when she has things in her wallet for her and her enjoyment. When she has corded muscle and a built up spine, when she sits her kids down and explains why they only see dad one weekend every other month, all the fun holidays, because dad decided staying with her through cancer was too hard even when she stayed with him through four lost jobs pissed away in alcohol and lottery tickets.

And Marge, who gets shot by the police on a regulation chill-and-drill assignment for Project Mayhem. Whose obituary in the newspaper talks about the children she left behind, how she battled cancer and kept caring for them, how she was such a strong mother, whose kids would now be shipped off to their grieving father who is so, so brave and stunning for standing up and taking care of the kids he made and dropped as soon as his live-in servant had a few issues. Her name is Marge Paulson, and she was forty-eight years old. She was a person. She will be remembered in the annals of Project Mayhem, lest what little there was of her be stolen from the world. She was killed by Project Mayhem, but they're the only ones who will remember Marge Paulson.

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Tamara Pietzke

Published: Feb 5, 2024

For six years I worked at a hospital that said all teenagers with gender dysphoria must be affirmed. I quit my job to blow the whistle.

I know from firsthand experience what hard times are. Though I had a happy childhood, raised as the middle child by working-class parents in Washington State, my mom died of ovarian cancer when I was 22. 

After that, my family fell apart. I felt lost and alone. 

I decided to become a therapist because I didn’t want anyone to go through what I had, feeling like no one on this planet cares about them. At least they can say their therapist does. 

I earned my master’s in social work from the University of Washington in 2012, and I have worked as a therapist for over a decade in the Puget Sound area. Most recently, I was employed by MultiCare, one of the largest hospital systems in the state. 

For the six years I was there, I worked with hundreds of clients. But in mid-January, I left my job because of what I will go on to describe.

The therapeutic relationship is a special one. We are the original “safe space,” where people are able to explore their darker feelings and painful experiences. The job of the therapist is to guide a patient to self-understanding and sound mental health. This is a process that requires careful assessment and time, not snap judgments and confirmation of a patient’s worldview.

But in the past year I noticed a concerning new trend in my field. I was getting the message from my supervisors that when a young person I was seeing expressed discomfort with their gender—the diagnostic term is gender dysphoria—I should throw out all my training. No matter the patient’s history or other mental health conditions that could be complicating the situation, I was simply to affirm that the patient was transgender, and even approve the start of a medical transition.

I believe this rise of “affirmative care” for young people with gender dysphoria challenges the very fundamentals of what therapy is supposed to provide. 

I am a 36-year-old single mother of three young kids all under the age of six. I am terrified of speaking out, but that fear pales in comparison to my strong belief that we can no longer medicalize youth and cause them potentially irreversible harm. The three patients I describe below explain why I am taking the risk of coming forward.

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Last spring, I started seeing a new client, who at 13 years old had one of the most extreme and heartbreaking life stories I’ve ever heard. (For the sake of clarity, I am referring to all patients by their biological sex.)

My patient’s mother has bipolar disorder and was so abusive to my patient that the mother was given a restraining order. My patient was sexually assaulted by an older cousin, by one of her mother’s boyfriends, and also once at school by a classmate. Her diagnoses include depression, PTSD, anxiety, intermittent explosive disorder, and autism. She is being raised by her mother’s ex-boyfriend (not the one who assaulted her).

The year before I started seeing her, when she was 11, she was hospitalized for talking about committing suicide. Later that year, a pediatrician diagnosed her with gender dysphoria after she started to question her gender. The pediatrician referred her to Mary Bridge Children’s Gender Health Clinic, whose clinicians recommended she take medicine to suppress her periods and that she think about starting testosterone.

Mary Bridge, MultiCare’s pediatric hospital, runs the gender clinic for minors and employs nurses, social workers, dietitians, and endocrinologists, who provide gender-affirming care, which includes prescribing hormones to young patients who question their gender. In order to get that prescription, patients first need a recommendation letter from a therapist. Because Mary Bridge is a part of MultiCare, their patients were often referred to therapists like me who were in their system.

In an April 2022 blog post, a Mary Bridge social worker wrote that the gender clinic’s referrals increased from less than five a month in 2019 to more than 35 a month in 2022. In May 2022, the clinic received a $100,000 donation from Patient-Centered Outcomes Research Institute “to study health care disparities” in transgender youth.

The clinic operates in Washington, one of the states with some of the most lenient legislation on gender transition for youth. In May 2023, the state legislature passed a law guaranteeing that youth seeking a medical gender transition can stay at Washington shelters—and the shelters are not required to notify their parents.

Because of my patient’s autism, it was difficult for us to engage in introspective conversations. During our first visit, she came over to my desk to show me extremely sadistic and graphic pornographic videos on her phone. She stood next to me, hunched over, hyper-fixated on the videos as she rocked back and forth. She told me during one session that she watched horror and porn movies growing up because they were the only ones available in her house.

She showed up to our therapy sessions in disheveled, loose-fitting clothes, her hair greasy, her eyes staring down at the ground, her face covered by a Covid mask almost like a protective layer. She went by a boy’s name, but she never raised gender dysphoria with me directly—though one time she told me she would get mad at the sound of her own voice because “it sounds too girly.” When I asked her how she felt about an upcoming appointment at the gender clinic, she told me she didn’t know she had one.

In between scrolling through videos on her phone, she told me how she cried every night in bed and felt “insane.” She described a time when she was eight years old and her mother nearly killed her sister. She remembered her mother being taken away. At times, she would “age-regress,” she told me, by watching Teletubbies and sucking on pacifiers.

When she started seeing me, she had recently threatened to “blow up the school,” which resulted in her expulsion.

I knew I couldn’t solve all of her problems, or make her feel better in just a few therapy sessions. My initial goal was to make her feel comfortable opening up to me, to make the therapy room a place where she was heard and felt safe. I also wanted to try to protect her from falling prey to outside influences from social media, her peers, or even the adults in her life.

With a patient like this, with so many intersecting and overwhelming problems, and with such a tragic history of abuse, it took our first three sessions to get her feeling more comfortable to even talk to me, and to understand the dimensions of her problems. But when I called her guardian last fall to schedule a fourth appointment, he asked me to write her a letter of recommendation for cross-sex hormone treatment. That is, at age 13, she was to start taking testosterone. Such a letter from me begins the process of medical transition for a patient.

In Washington State, that’s all it takes—a few visits with a therapist and a letter, often written using a template provided by one’s superiors—for minors to undergo the irreversible treatments that patients must take for a lifetime.

I was scared for this patient. She had so many overlapping problems that needed addressing it seemed like malpractice to abruptly begin her on a medical gender transition that could quickly produce permanent changes.

The MultiCare recommendation letter Tamara was given for approving the medical treatment of minors with gender dysphoria. I emailed a program manager in my department at MultiCare and outlined my concerns. She wrote back that my client’s trauma history has no bearing on whether or not she should receive hormone treatment.

“There is not valid, evidenced-based, peer-reviewed research that would indicate that gender dysphoria arises from anything other than gender (including trauma, autism, other mental health conditions, etc.),” she wrote.

She also warned that “there is the potential in causing harm to a client’s mental health when restricting access to gender-affirming care” and suggested I “examine [my] personal beliefs and biases about trans kids.”

When Tamara outlined her concerns about giving a patient testosterone to her manager at MultiCare, she was told to “examine your personal beliefs and biases about trans kids.” She then reported me to MultiCare’s risk management team, who removed my client from my care and placed her with a new therapist.

A risk manager’s job is to minimize the hospital’s liability, but in my case, they deemed that my concerns posed a greater risk to my client than giving her a life-altering procedure with no proven long-term benefit.

I shouldn’t have been surprised by this. Just a few months earlier, in September of last year, I was one of over 100 therapists and behavioral specialists at the MultiCare hospital system required to attend mandatory training on “gender-affirming care.”

As hard as it is to believe given my work, I hadn’t heard about gender-affirming care before that moment. I needed to know more. So each night in the week leading up to the training, I searched online for information about gender-affirming care. After putting my kids to bed, I sat glued to my computer screen, losing sleep, horrified at what I found.

I discovered that neither puberty blockers nor cross-sex hormones (testosterone or estrogen) were approved by the Food and Drug Administration as a treatment for gender dysphoria. In fact, prescribing these treatments to kids can have drastic side effects, including infertility, loss of sexual function, increased risk of heart attack, stroke, cardiovascular disease, cancer, bone density problems, blood clots, liver toxicity, cataracts, brain swelling, and even death.

While gender clinicians claim hormonal treatment improved their patients’ psychological health, the studies on this are few and highly disputed.

I found that those experiencing gender dysphoria are up to six times more likely to also be autistic, and they are also more likely to suffer from schizophrenia, trauma, and abuse.

The research also implies that the dramatic rise in these diagnoses across the West likely have a strong element of social contagion. In children ages 6 to 17, there was a 70 percent increase in diagnoses of gender dysphoria in the U.S. from 2020 to 2021. In Sweden there was a 1,500 percent increase in these diagnoses among girls 13–17 from 2008 to 2018.

Yet, countries that were once the pioneers of gender transition medicine are now starting to backtrack. In 2022, England announced it will close its only gender clinic after an investigation uncovered subpar medical care, including findings that some patients were rushed toward gender transitions. Sweden and Finland undertook comprehensive analyses of the state of gender medicine and recommended restrictions on transition of minors.

I decided—though it was potentially dangerous to my career and to me—to ask questions about the findings I discovered.

The training I attended laid out an affirming model of gender care—from pronouns and “social transition” to hormone treatments and surgical intervention. In order for children to be diagnosed with gender dysphoria, the training stated, patients must meet six of eight characteristics, ranging from “a strong desire/insistence of being another gender” to “strong preference for cross-gender toys and games.”

Tamara and her MultiCare colleagues were trained to diagnose gender dysphoria among their young patients when they met six of the eight above characteristics. It was made abundantly clear to all in attendance that these recommendations were “best practice” at MultiCare, and that the hospital would not tolerate anything less.

When the leader of the training brought up hormone treatments, I shakily tapped the unmute button on Zoom and asked why 70 to 80 percent of female adolescents diagnosed with gender dysphoria have prior mental health diagnoses.

She flashed a look of disgust as she warned me against spreading “misinformation on trans kids.” Soon the chat box started blowing up with comments directed at me. One colleague stated it was not “appropriate to bring politics into this” and another wrote that I was “demonstrating a hostility toward trans folks which is [a] direct violation of the Hippocratic Oath,” and recommended I “seek additional support and information so as not to harm trans clients.”

In the training, gender-affirming treatment is presented as “suicide prevention.” As soon as I closed my laptop, I burst into tears. I care so deeply about my clients that even thinking about this now makes me cry. I couldn’t understand how my colleagues, who are supposed to be my teammates, could be so quick to villainize me. I also wondered if maybe my colleagues were right, and if I had gone insane.

Later, my boss reached out to me and told me it was “inappropriate” of me to raise these questions, telling me that a training session was not the proper forum. When I tried to present the evidence that caused me concern—the lack of long-term studies, the devastating side effects—she told me she didn’t have time to read it.

“I am speaking out because nothing will change unless people like me blow the whistle,” Tamara writes. “I am desperate to help my patients.” In retrospect, this ideology had been growing in power for a long time.

I remember in 2019 seeing signs of how gender dysphoria arose among many of my most vulnerable female clients, all of whom struggled with previous psychological problems.

In 2019, I started seeing a 16-year-old client after her pediatrician referred her to me for anxiety, depression, and ADHD. When I first met her, she had long blonde hair covering her eyes, to the point you could barely see her face. It was like she was going through the world trying to be invisible.

In 2020, during the pandemic, she told me she had started reading online a lot about gender, and said she started feeling like she wasn’t a girl anymore.

Around this time, her anxiety became so debilitating she couldn’t leave her house—not even to go to school. After taking a year off school during the pandemic, she enrolled in an alternative school for kids struggling with mental health. I was relieved that she was making friends for the first time, and seemed to be feeling a lot better.

Then she started using they/he pronouns, identified as pansexual, and replaced the skirts and fishnet stockings she often wore with disheveled and baggy clothes. Her long hair became shorter and shorter. She started wearing a binder to flatten her breasts. She tried out a few different names before settling on one that’s gender neutral.

The official diagnosis I gave her was “adjustment disorder”—an umbrella term often applied to young people who are having a hard time coping with difficult and stressful circumstances. It’s the type of diagnosis that doesn’t follow a child forever—it implies that mental distress among kids is often transient.

She came out as transgender to her family in 2021. Her mother was supportive, but her dad wasn’t. Regardless, she went to her pediatrician seeking a referral to a gender clinic.

In 2022, she went to Mary Bridge Children’s Gender Health Clinic for the first time, where the clinicians informed her and her parents that if she didn’t receive hormone replacement therapy, she could be “at increased risk for anxiety, depression, and worsening of mental health/psychological trauma,” according to her patient records. Her dad refused to start his daughter on testosterone, and so all the clinic could do was prescribe birth control to stop her period due to her “menstrual dysphoria,” or distress over getting her period. Which is something I thought all teenage girls experienced.

Five months later, she swallowed a bottle of pills and her mother had to rush her to the emergency room.

By early 2023, my client logged on to our weekly session, which we started doing by Zoom, and she told me she identified as a “wounded male dog.” She explained to me that this was her “xenogender,” a concept she had discovered online, which references gender identities that go “beyond the human understanding of gender.” She said she felt she didn’t have all of the right appendages, and that she wanted to start wearing ears and a tail to truly feel like herself.

I was stunned. All I could do was silently nod along.

After the session, I emailed my colleagues looking for advice. “I want to be accepting and inclusive and all of that,” I wrote, but “I guess I just don’t understand at what point, if ever, a person’s gender identity is indicative of a bigger issue.”

I asked them: “Is there ever a time where acceptance of a person’s identity isn’t freely given?”

The consensus from my colleagues was that it wasn’t a big deal.

“It sounds like this isn’t something that’s ‘broken,’ ” one colleague wrote me back, “so let’s not try to ‘fix’ it.”

“If someone told me they use a litterbox instead of a toilet and they were happy with it and it’s part of their life that brings them fulfillment, then great!” she continued. “I might think it’s weird, but then again, not my life.”

After learning that one of Tamara’s patients identified as “a wounded male dog,” a colleague replied: “If someone told me they use a litterbox instead of a toilet and they were happy with it and it’s part of their life that brings them fulfillment, then great!” I was baffled and alarmed by her unquestioning affirmation. At what point does a change in identity represent a mental health concern, and not something to be celebrated and affirmed? Fortunately, my client never brought up her “xenogender” again. She also isn’t on testosterone due to her father’s disapproval. So I kept these thoughts to myself, and ultimately, in order to keep my job, I let it go.

Another female patient, who transitioned as a teen, serves as a warning of what happens when we passively accept the idea that gender transition will entirely resolve a patient’s mental health issues.

This client, who I started seeing in 2022, is now 23 and rarely leaves the house, spends most of the day in bed playing video games, and envisions no path to working or functioning in the outside world due to a variety of mental health problems. In 2016, this patient was diagnosed with autism, anxiety, and gender dysphoria. Later the diagnoses grew to include depression, Tourette syndrome, and a conversion disorder. In 2018, at age 17, the Mary Bridge Gender Health Clinic prescribed testosterone, despite the fact that this patient is diabetic and one of the hormone’s side effects is that it might increase insulin resistance. The patient’s mother, who has another transgender child, strongly encouraged it.

This patient now has a wispy mustache and a deepened voice, but does not pass as male. It turns out that testosterone, which will be prescribed for life, did not relieve the patient’s other mental illnesses.

My biggest fear about the gender-affirming practices my industry has blindly adopted is that they are causing irreversible damage to our clients. Especially as they are vulnerable people who come to us at their lowest moments in life, and who entrust us with their health and safety. And yet, instead of treating them as we would patients with any other mental health condition, we have been instructed—and even bullied—to abandon our professional judgment and training in favor of unquestioning affirmation.

I am speaking out because nothing will change unless people like me—who know the risks of medicalizing troubled young people—blow the whistle. I am desperate to help my patients.

And I believe, if I don’t speak out, I will have betrayed them.

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https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/pdf/10.1080/26895269.2022.2100644

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Amidst the scandal, Mary Bridge Children's has deleted the above blog post by self-professed "they/them," Aytch Denaro. However, the internet doesn't forget.

[lothlorienlover]

Now double that I you drink and "energy" drink.

77% of young adults cannot serve in the military due to obesity

50% of children (under the age of 15) are overweight

50% of US adults are prediabetic or type 2 diabetic

30% of US teens are prediabetic

18% of US teens have fatty liver disease

79% increase in cancer in young adults

(over 2 million cases of cancer in young adults in 2023)

In 1950, 1% of US had diabetes

25% of US women are on anti-depressant meds

48% of 18 yrs olds diagnosed with mental health issues

US has the highest infant mortality rate in the world

(You have a higher risk, as a woman, dying in childbirth in the US than anywhere else in the world)

US, the autism rate is 1 in 36 children (screening hasn't changed in 20 yrs)

Infertility in both genders is at an all-time high, increasing 1%/yr since 1970

26% of us women have polycystic ovarian syndrome

[home-of-renn]

Mike & Vanessa Peters

Mike is older than Vanessa by 1 year. 

Mike was 34 when Bloom was adopted, and Vanessa was 33

Mike comes from a large family, none of whom live close by. Vanessa on the other hand is an only child. 

The reason why Mike and Vanessa don’t have children of their own is because Vanessa had ovarian cancer at the age of 29, only five years after beating breast cancer. She had to have an ovary removed as well as a section of the attached fallopian tube removed as well. However, the chemo drugs she took after her surgery caused damage to the eggs in her remaining ovary. While she isn’t completely infertile, a series of painful miscarriages resulted in the couple giving up on their hopes of starting a family. 

The therapy and surgery that Vanessa underwent was pricey and Mike had to borrow money from family and friends in order to pay the medical bills. 

It was only a few months prior to Bloom’s 16th birthday that Mike was able to pay back all the money he had borrowed from his family but still had a bit more to go in repaying some friends. 

The couple had been looking into adoption and foster care when Mike had discovered Bloom in a burning building. 

Mike had called Vanessa at the station while still holding an exhausted Bloom. Vanessa had come as soon as she got the call and it was love at first sight as the two of them held Bloom in their arms. They inquired with the police officers on what would happen to the baby if a parent or guardian weren’t found. 

When nothing was found about Bloom’s background, and it was assumed that she had been abandoned, Mike and Vanessa were the first to jump at the chance to foster her.  

After a year and a half the couple were finally able to file for a proper adoption. 

Bloom grew up happy and healthy and never really questioned her parentage, until a very fateful day in the little city of Gardenia. 

[prentiss4les]

(you don´t have to read past spencers first sentence) spencer: you know, cow milk is actually super bad for our bodies. a single serving of milk can contain as much as 24 mg of heart-harming cholesterol and cheese so much as up to 400 mg of sodium per ounce. on top of that does it not only rob our bones of calcium and increases the prevalence and severity of acne, but cows have to go through a lot of stress and being held captive for humans to harvest the milk. emily: spencer: studies have also shown that up to 5% of children are allergic to it, and milk & products like cheese could be linked to an increased risk of developing prostate and ovarian cancer.  emily: ...so that was a "no" to milk in your coffee?

[anotherbluesunday]

✨15 QUESTIONS FOR FRIENDS✨

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I was tagged by the lovely Sindar @remusjohnslupin (fight me, I’m ready 👁️👄👁️🔪). So excited to do one of these “get to know me” threads again. They’re always so interesting to read.

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Are you named after someone? Nope. I’m named after a project my father worked on (the Mars rover missions) and my mom’s favorite day of the week, Sunday.

When was the last time you cried? A few days ago. It was for a role though so that doesn’t really count (?). In a non-acting capacity I’d say a week ago when I had the wonderful realization that a 40 hour work week isn’t condusive to my creative process and school schedule and cried in relief as I put in my two-weeks notice.

Do you have kids? Nope and I don’t want to have any theough pregnancy. I don’t like the idea of being physically pregnant and my family has a few things genetically that I wouldn’t want to pass down to my children like breast cancer and ovarian cancer. But I want to adopt three kids someday—preferably preteens or teens because I hate knowing that there are kids going through life in foster care and are phased out of the system at 18 with no experience and they’re expected to either sink or swim. It’s pretty heartless tbh.

What sports do you play/have played? Oh gosh, okay, there’s a lot. I was captain of track for all four years, swim and dive for three. I was the ace pitcher of my HS’s baseball team. Played volleyball. Did tennis for a year but didn’t stick with it. I surf, skateboard, snowboard, and rock climb and I’m thinking of picking up dirt biking because my friends from my work won’t leave me alone about it.

Do you use sarcasm? I’m a writer. The answer is pretty self-explanatory. lol.

What is the first thing you notice about people? Their tells and mannerisms. I always notice if someone’s words match their mannerisms and behavior and that tells me half of what I need to know about the and what they won’t say aloud.

What’s your eye colour? Dark brown.

Scary movies or happy endings? In the words of Tulio and Miguel, both. Both is good.

Any talents? I can write and play a mean fiddle/violin solo. I also have a talent for injuring myself but bouncing back quickly and with little fear toward repeating the same mistake that got me hurt in the first play (broke my nose twice snowboarding, still go up to the mountains every winter).

Where were you born? The forests of North Carolina. My family has since moved.

What are your hobbies? Writing (the love of my life), going to the gardening center for more plants because there’s no such thing as too many, hiking, biking, running, rock climbing with friends, annoying/teasing my friends while they’re rock climbing, discovering something new in the city on my days off, camping, calling @remusjohnslupin a Sindar and cackling like a bog witch when she scolds me for it, etc… The list is endless.

Do you have any pet? I have a monster named Mitzy who claims to be a chihuahua but I know she’s a gremlin larping as a dog.

How tall are you? 5’10”. Idk how many centimeters that is exact. I think it’s ~178cm.

Favourite subject in school? English, geology, and art. I can’t pick so it’s a three-way draw.

Dream job? Writer-Director that moonlights as a contributing writer to Scientific American.

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Now to tag! I tag @tastethesetears @broken-everlark @frnotelise @the--lysine-contingency @semifontos @angelicangelx @woefullysomber @wednesdayandherhyde @resisting-moonlight82 @thelovelybookworm @you-can-hufflefuck-right-off @imdonessentialk @insomniac1994 @perpetuallyvvperplexed @vadacore @michiganstray @mistressvera @allamericansbitch @hippydippyloser @karrrrrliiita @leavesdriftinginthewind @darling-gemini @darlingfuego @dark-visitors @darklinaforever @certaindreamchopshop @poisonivy13blog @trashy-stargazing-captain @shadowofthesun123 @osnapitzmel1 @slaanesh12 @starlemoncb @josette15 @pey0805 @crimsonnsstuff @gardenoblues @justonemorewallflower

[houseofbrat]

Submission: Half In Half Out

Until recently, the Wales have done a bang-up job of threading that needle between being “one of us” and yet they happen to be British royalty. Where that threading falls apart is in situations like the recent kerfuffle over privacy versus transparency. I am astounded at the comments from the Wales’ fandom that assume that William and Catherine are your typical family of three. That William is getting the kids ready for school in the morning, hoovering once he drops them off, then it’s off to FedEx, then to the chemist, you know, all the chores that Catherine would be doing if she weren’t convalescing. This is utter BULLSHIT. They have nannies and cooks, and entire regiments that can drive them places. They are NOT me and you, but I certainly give them props for establishing this narrative. Every time I see a comment about how exhausted William must be in looking after the kids, I want to scream. Haven’t they seen the hundreds of pictures of their nanny trotting alongside the children for the last, what, ten years? So, yes, this fiction has been nicely shaped. Well done.

But of course, this is now backfiring on them in spades. Because they are only in the position they are in because they are employed by, yes, the people. This is their frigging job to cut ribbons and smile and be there. They do not get to decide what tune they want to dance to. I had a hysterectomy when I was fifty because they thought I had stage four ovarian cancer. I didn’t, but I did have stage one million endometriosis. They had me on that surgery table for nearly eight hours. Recovery was painful and slow. I had two young teenagers and a full-time job. My husband had a full-time job. He took vacation leave for a week to see me through surgery and get me home. Because my endo was so extensive and they lasered it out of me, I couldn’t even stand up straight for two solid weeks. But I wasn’t royalty, so my husband went back to work. 

Unless Catherine has stage four cancer, William should get his ass out there and do his frigging job. His grandmother had bone cancer and STILL DID HER JOB. Frankly, he is not entitled to ignore his DUTY to the crown and the people. Funny that his father, King Charles (who the Wales’ fandom equate with Satan) has no problem getting out there despite his chemo regimen. They can’t have it both ways. They can’t minimize Catherine’s medical situation and then act like she’s on death’s door by disappearing for weeks on end. And, no, I don’t believe that she is entitled to perfect privacy. Again, she is employed by the people. Do we need a bedpan-by-bedpan description of what is going on? Of course not. But I think it instructive that there has been little speculation or rumor regarding Charles’ treatment and diagnosis because BP obviously understands how to thread that needle. KP needs some serious sewing lessons.

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Amen, anon, Amen!

I hope you are better and fully recovered from your hysterectomy.

Just think, Charles & Camilla are off this week but will be back at work next week. 

William won’t be back at work for another two full weeks, on or after 17 April. The last day he worked was 20 March. Two weeks ago as of tomorrow. But the Wales fandom and the UK press will make excuses for him about how he’s doing “his duty” while he’s still on vacation for another two weeks.  

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Not fanart today everyone, sorry. I will be uploading some within the week though!

I just need to vent and rant a bit.

I was feeling a bit rough today & made a venting self portrait piece for Pride Month. I've been out as trans for four years this November (26th of November) I’ve been on T three months and four days. I love who I am and my identity and wouldn’t change a thing, but sometimes I’m so tired.

I just want to love who I want to love. I want to wear what I want to wear without thinking “could this outfit that I wear today get me killed or harassed because it’s not in the norm?” I get fed up with having to conform to cisgender and heterosexual norms out of fear. I want to wear a dress and other pretty stuff again. I am cis passing so I’m privileged. I was cis passing before even starting T because I have naturally high T. So, me wearing feminine stuff scares me because I don’t want to get harassed for it. I have developed internalised toxic masculinity because of it. If I dye my hair I “may look gay” or “would people be able to tell I’m trans?” When in reality, I LOVE being queer, I LOVE being trans. It’s just hard. Being me is hard.

If I were to change my gender marker where I am, and if I were to get ovarian cancer and be in need of a hysterectomy, it wouldn’t be covered by insurance here because I am a man.

I am entitled to love, freedom, healthcare, happiness, marriage, not being turned away by businesses, or by churches/places that are meant to help all and help the community. I and everyone in this world is entitled to love, comfort, and living happily.

We have lost so many LGBTQIA+ people from this bigotry and hatred. It only seems to have spiralled even further since the pandemic or maybe because I came out in 2020 I’m just paying attention more…There’s people dead who should still be alive enjoying their favourite foods, drinks, films, etc. The people who bitch about how we are harming children, they’re “doing this for the children”, well guess what, every time you introduce more bigotry, you are killing a child. Not helping one. So, you can take the “help for the children” and shove it up your arse.

I sobbed tonite in my restroom because Nex Benedict and Brianna Ghey came into my head. They were so young and they are DEAD and for what? Because some fucking assholes just couldn’t handle the fact that LGBTQIA+ exist.

I’m TERRIFIED of dating people. Especially (cis) men because my brain goes to “Okay, is this person really interested in me or am I a fetish to them?” “If I go on a date with this guy tonite, will I come home later?” “What if he’s just trying to lure me somewhere and hurt me?”

THESE THOUGHTS SHOULD NOT BE NORMAL. I AM NOT A FETISH. I AM NOT A KINK. I AM NOT PROPERTY. I’M A HUMAN BEING.

Why can’t I just be human?

Why is it every time in the media there’s a criminal case and that person may or may not be gay, trans, or both, they hardly focus on the act itself but only on the fact that they were gay or transgender.

I am just SO fed up. Living in the states right now is a nightmare. I acknowledge that I’m privileged in ways that not many people have. I am in a blue state (for now), my mother is supportive, I have access to HRT and medical needs, I am white, I pass as a man. I am extremely privileged in those rights. I will never be able to even imagine how our gay and trans people of colour are treated. My heart breaks for them.

How many more of us is it going to take until we’re seen as people?

We’re not ped0phil3s, we’re not gr00mers, we aren’t out to harm your children, we didn’t steal a fucking rainbow from The Father Over Yonder, we aren’t working for Lucifer & if we are, I haven’t gotten my fucking pay cheque, we aren’t taking away healthcare from women, we aren’t taking over sports, etc. I could go on & on & on about this.

I can’t change who I am. Ironically, I loved being a woman. I loved my hair, my dresses, my makeup, my jewellery, the way some guys looked at me, I loved me. Although, something didn’t fit. I loved being a woman but something wasn’t right. I dressed goth, and then when I got home I dressed masculine. Even then, something didn’t click.

Then one day I was in middle school and I saw this girl named Maddy in my class. She was joking with a few of the boys in our class. She put her hair in her hat and made herself look like a boy and all the boys went “Woah! You really do look like a boy” and I was like “Huh, I wanna try that.”

So, I went home that day and messed around with it for a bit. Something felt better in me. I couldn’t explain it because I didn’t know what being trans was or what it meant. I went out like that any chance I could, unless I was around a boy or any preppy girls because I didn’t wanna get made fun of.

Eventually, one time in the store when I was walking away with my cousin from the register (still cis and in denial. Still an egg) the man at the register went “Have a good day, boys!” and we looked at each other and started laughing. Like omg, they called me a boy but I’m not a boy, right? It felt good & right.

You see, it wasn’t the dysphoria that made me figure out I was trans but the euphoria I felt from being called a man.

We have this heavy focus on the dysphoria (which I completely understand for people) but people forget about the euphoria too. I felt like something finally clicked but I couldn’t explain it.

That was until I started getting flooded with Trans TikToks and JammiDodger in my YouTube FYP and I was like “Haha, this is me. Wait-“

I didn’t realise I was trans until about 2020. Before I came out, (Oh, god, help me.. idk what egg me was thinking. I was so obvious..)I asked my mother while we were pulling into Walmart if I could get a binder and she’s like “What’s that?” and I said “Oh, to keep my chest flat. Since you know I love acting. So, do you think I could get one for when I play male roles? That way people couldn’t see that I’m a girl? Since you know I’m a girl who wants to play a male role.”

“Hmm, well sure, we can definitely do that. We’ll just have to see what I have to work with.” I was like hell yeah! I didn’t technically come out to my mother while I was in high school. She sorta just found out because she noticed everyone called me by my first trans name that I picked out and I was like “Uh- IT’S A NICKNAME BECAUSE I LOOK LIKE A CERTAIN ANIME CHARACTER WITH THE SAME NAME-“ I literally panicked.

Eventually, I kinda became like THE trans guy at my academy and since she was my English teacher, she found out through the words going around the school. It took her a while but she made it. We went and got the big chop. My hair was about three feet to four feet long and now it’s in the same style as Tony Stark’s hair or maybe even Shawn Spencer’s. Just that category of hair style. Lol. It’s very short now. I remember when she let me borrow her phone and I saw she changed my phone contact from my deadname to my old trans name. I took a picture of that and I still have it.

My name has since changed and I don’t have the same trans name I started out with. She’s still trying to switch over to using Anthony. She’s better than she used to be. I don’t mind being called by my old trans name per se but I just wish my name currently would be used more if that makes sense.

My mother is fully supportive of me now and we even got a pride cake a few days after my birthday (17th of June) because some dipshit at a store a town over threw a fit and destroyed a baker’s Pride cakes. Yeah, call US the snowflakes and yet you throw a fit about a rainbow on a cake? Yeah, okay. Lol. We got it from my mum’s friend who was giving pride cakes away to queer families after she found out about the incident.

Knowing that I have such supportive people means the world to me, but I know in some places that I go in the world, they won’t always be there to protect me. So, with that I’ve had to keep my guard up and protect myself.

I hope one day society will get to a place where we view everyone as people and that we’re all human. The LGBTQIA+ people we’ve lost will never be forgotten and we’ll always say their names. Please research our queer history. We could all learn stuff from each other.

If you’re ever feeling like your existence means nothing and that the world would be better off without you because of who you are, you are wrong. Your death isn’t something that just happens to you, it happens to everyone around you too. You would be missed because you’re loved and cherished. Knowing that you are also apart of this community with me, already makes me happy that you exist because we need more LGBTQIA+ voices. Our light and colours burn and shine brighter together so please do not go anywhere.

Thank you for existence. I love you. I’m proud of you for coming this far and we’ll go even further. We just have to make it through today. One day at a time. Everything will be okay and everything will turn out the way it’s supposed to.

If ANY of you are in need of immediate help please seek out The Trevor Project. They offer immediate help. It’s completely free and you can either text or call. I’ll leave a link for you below.

If you’ve made it to the end of this HUGE vent/rant, I’ll be sure to fluff some pillows for your eyes and get them some nice blankets because they must be tired as hell after reading this.

If you could reblog this so other LGBTQIA+ people who feel sad this pride could feel seen or just wanna reblog it for pride, please do!

If anyone can reblog this too with any other stories about their queer & trans experience or any other helpful info for LGBTQIA+ people & youth, that would also be really helpful!!

You are always safe on my blog. 💛⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🇵🇸🇸🇩🇨🇩

We can all benefit from helping each other, so also if you are able - please donate and help Operation Olive Branch for the people of Palestine, Sudan, and Congo! Remember, no one is free until we’re all free!! So, I’ll leave the link to their link tree here -

Link to Trevor Project here! They provide a lot of good info if you wanna research stuff too! -