#menopause can suck it

[angstymilfy]

Almost 90 degrees at 8:20pm. Welcome to the first day of Fall in the south. 😥

[on-a-lucky-tide]

One of the student support staff came over very coyly while I was on duty to ask me whether I'd been working out, since they (plural, meaning there had been discussions) were wondering. When I asked her what had changed, she went the colour of a Stop Sign, so that was funny. But also, I am now feeling buff as fuck.

[vamptastic]

its like so fucked to me that PCOS is almost always diagnosed in middle aged women bc of fertility issues unless the person in question has a very obvious and severe case or lobbies their doctor at length about it. this would not be so upsetting to me if PCOS didn't massively increase your risk of developing type 2 diabetes in a way that is largely preventable! or if PCOS didn't make it damn near impossible to lose weight, meaning many people have their symptoms dismissed be it for other health problems or PCOS symptoms themselves over something they have next to no control over.

[the-acid-pear]

Lights cigar I feel what's truly tragic about Henry and Dave is that even if Henry DID love Dave like Dave thought he did probably nothing much would've changed. Because just loving him wouldn't have changed anything. After all, look at DSaF 2. We didn't meet Henry until 3 so by then we had every reason to believe he did Somewhat care for Dave.

I mean that is honestly part of why I like 2 as much as I do because it really is a story about grief, and the thing about grief is that it doesn't matter if the love was there, it could not save anyone.

[jk-scrolling]

If you're in the US and you're serious about not having a baby, get an IUD while they're still legal.

[pepperstreak]

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[ace-with--a-mace]

nvm my period is coming up

[duskier]

cw mommy kink

It took Laswell a long time to get used to the idea that you loved going down on her. That you relished the feel of her cunt on your tongue, her soft thighs and how they hold you tight in your place between them, as if you'd ever give up the tart ambrosia her sex had to offer.

Wrapping your arms under her thighs and holding, squeezing her hips feels like a hug, like coming home.

"Gooood girl, sweet girl," Laswell sighs, gentle fingers petting your head as you settle into your place, knelt before her chair. Nosing her sensible cotton panties to the side and holding them there with fingers hooked in the elastic so you can suck her into your mouth.

The soft praise melts into a low, needy groan. It makes you feel good to make her feel good- little pinpricks of pleasure traveling down your spine at how quickly Laswell melts into your ministrations. You flex and straighten your tongue, diving between her lips.

The world goes quiet as Laswell's thighs squeeze together involuntarily, your ears fully covered. You peek and can see her hands are now at her sides, squeezed into trembling fists.

"Taste so good f'me," you moan and pant against her clit.

Lips never leaving her pussy, the words just had to escape you. You mean it. She tastes like fucking heaven. Not like chocolates or strawberries or whatever else shitty romance books might imagine up- Laswell tastes like sex. She tastes like salty hedonism and tangy pleasure and musky atonement and she tastes like the fucking love of your life.

Her hips buck up at your words, your voice, your praise. She gives a weak gasp, her eyelids heavy as she looks down at you with a dizzy smile. You meet her gaze with a flat tongue wiping up her cunt.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you really know how to-" Laswell's words are cut short when you repeat the motion. Your entire world is narrowed down to Laswell, how your nose feels being buried against her light blonde thatch of hair. "Know how to drive me crazy honey."

Drawing her clit into your mouth again, you can feel her thighs flex again when she notices your fingers dipping into her pussy. Just two fingers gliding in up to the first knuckle and out with ease, teasing.

Due to being past menopause, it takes much longer for Laswell to warm up to being penetrated, even by fingers. She's also got the refractory period of about two business days, so she usually prefers just one orgasm. Usually. Most of the time like this you make her cum before you get to the point of fucking her, which you're fine with as long as she's happy.

With your tongue swirling around her clit and the smell of her heavy in the air and- fucking hell- the sounds she's making like you're hand delivering her a slice of heaven- you're moaning yourself, sound vibrating against the sensitive bud.

"Honey, I'm close-"

Your tongue doesn't stop swirling her clit, but you open your mouth again, panting.

"Yea?" You ask, the words sounding loose from your numb libs and occupied tongue.

"F-fuck, yeah-" Her hips are bucking erratically now, chasing the swiftly approaching release that has her eyes falling closed entirely.

Your fingers leave her hole, instead taking the place of your tongue. You know how to work her, it doesn't interrupt her descent into madness.

"Yeah? Gonna cum for me? Please, please, please..." Your voice is hoarse, desperate. Like it mattered more to you that she finished than it did to her. "Cum for me, please, lemme see it."

You can see the tendons in her arms flexing as she grips her chair, see how her entire body tenses and relaxes in these slow pulses, crashing waves growing stronger with every circle drawn by your fingers on her clit. She's there, she's teetering at the edge, and you're like a dog wagging your tail looking at a treat in your master's hand.

"Please," You whine, pussydrunk and enraptured at the sight of her. "Please mommy, cum-"

If her mouth hadn't slammed shut, she might have openly screamed. Her knees crash together as her body shakes, her head thrown back. When she returns to you, looking down with heavy drunken eyes, you can tell immediately she isn't done.

"Bed, now." She's breathless.

You don't snark back. You don't question. You're like her personal little soldier, following every order to the letter. You're also so pent up that you don't have much blood flow going to your brain to think of doing anything other than obedience. It's quickly rewarded, it's how you end up with Laswell moaning prettily on your lap, her fingers circling her clit as she slowly sinks herself down on you.

You keep your hands to yourself, letting Laswell take her time. The sight is entertainment of it's own, the flush in her cheeks intoxicating. Every little huff of breath making her chest rise and fall in turn making your mouth water. The crazed woman didn't even bother taking off those panties of hers, just shoved them to the side. Impatient, perfect minx. The lighting perfectly highlighted the gorgeous stretch marks on her hips and breasts, your eyes raking in every inch where you wanted your tongue.

"Say it again," Laswell directed.

Obviously, you didn't need to ask what she meant.

[cowboyjen68]

my mom made me shave tonight

I miss my leg and pit hair already, it made me feel much more comfortable as a butch who has little else that makes them feel butch enough to their name

sorry to vent, I can’t wait till it starts growing back

As someone who is a mom AND who had a mom, moms do weird stuff in the "name" of protecting their kids and the difference between boys and girls is stark.

Even me, a lesbian mom who definitely should know better, has done and said more weird stuff to keep my daughters safer than I have to my sons.

I said things to my son "shave your beard, you look scraggly" but didn't push the issue when ignored. But I more than once made my daughter change into a longer skirt or wear leggings or take a sweater because I was worried she would be teased for showing too much. Never once did I tell my some to wear a looser t shirt or put on a sweater because he was wearing something glaringly too tight for his body type.

Your mom is, most likely, trying to protect you from teasing but ALSO protecting herself from embarrassment because women with body hair are considered "dirty and ugly" by most Western standards.

My mom would have died a little inside if I had grown out my leg and arm pit hair as a teen. Once i was older she would say things like "it is your body.. whatever... I just think.." and say things that implied it was smelly or dirty or just unattractive. At that point I was on my own and paid my own bills so I did what I wanted.

Once in a while I have shaved off my leg hair and it was because the woman I dated wanted it smooth if I was okay with it. AND I am. Cool. Happy to shave if it makes our intimate experience more enjoyable. And it never felt forced. BUT i always did get a little regret when I didn't have my leg hair to signal "look.. hairy butch d&ke" LIKE there was any doubt no matter how unhairy I was. LOL

Now that I am older my arm pit hair is way less, it just thins with menopause I guess and I miss it. I am sometimes said it is so light and both in thickness and color. But in reality I am butch and no amount of body hair changes that or makes it more obvious to anyone who already perceives me as such.

It sucks she did that. It is your body. Hold tight, get through, work to be independent once you are old enough and then you can grow it as much or as little as you like. And you have quite a few years before menopause thins it so ENJOY!

[ghoulie-67-baby]

Overtired- Criminal Minds.

Summary: Penelope is working a case in the early hours and you can’t sleep without your girlfriend by your side.

Prompts: ‘C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working.’

Warnings: fluff, Penelope being a top tier Girlfriend, Domsub (depending on your mindset), medication mentions, little angsty.

Pairing: Penelope Garcia x GN!reader.

Word count: 859.

A yawn ripped from my throat as I tossed and turned in bed. I shivered, missing Penelope's warmth in our bed, and if fed out a heavy sigh. She had been dragged out of bed because of a case and though I knew it was incredibly important, it still irritated me.

Warm light spread from the living room alongside hushed voices. I knew I wouldn't sleep until they all left so I swung my legs from the covers and slipped on my slippers. JJ had bought them for my birthday, they had cupcakes on them because that was my nickname for Henry. Yanking my gown off a hanger, I wandered towards the light. For moments, nobody noticed me standing there in my pyjamas, dressing gown hanging loosely over my shoulders.

"Hey babydoll," Derek greeted me as he spotted me, smiling softly, using the nickname that matched Penelope's. "We didn't wake you did we?" I shook my head, stepping into a hug as he held out his arms to me.

"It's okay, haven't been sleeping great anyway." I buried my head in his shoulder as I stifled a yawn.

"It's nice to see you Y/N," Pulling out f the hug, I grinned at my girlfriend's boss. "Sorry about the timing."

"You too Hotch, pretty bad case, huh?" I wandered towards the kitchen to grab some water, seeing a brief, serious nod. I could feel the irritation and lack of sleep beginning to make me antsy as I watched the team working. My eyes rested on Penelope who was sucked into her screen, working as quickly as she could despite the bags under her eyes.

"Not to sound rude but how long is this going to take?" My eyes flickered to the clock that read two thirty in the morning. Emily snickered at the question as I yawned again. I wasn't bothered about my own sleep at the moment but Penelope needed rest too and she hadn't been sleeping great either.

"Impossible to say," Rossi gave me a sympathetic smile from his seat in the armchair. My shoulders deflated at the statement, my over-tiredness starting to take over. I always got emotional when I was tired.

"You okay, Peach?" My girl looked at me with concerned eyes, patting the arm of the sofa in invitation. I shuffled over, sinking onto the arm and staring at the non-sensical codes on the screen.

"M'just tired Penny," I shrugged it off. "I'll be fine."

"Have you tried any herbal remedies? Valerian root is supposed to be good for sleep troubles alongside menopause and anxiety." My lip twitched in amusement as Spencer spoke. "A study has shown that taking five hundred and thirty milligrams of Valerian every night for thirty days has had a significant improvement in sleep quality, latency and duration compared to a placebo in people who had undergone heart surgery."

"It doesn't work, and if you're insinuating I'm going through menopause then I suggest you hold your tongue, Doctor." I teased, smiling slightly as he ducked his head in embarrassment.

"Have you had your meds, Peach?" Penelope murmured whilst she worked. "They'll help you sleep."

"No, I haven't and I won't." My voice was colder than I had intended but Melatonin never reacted well with me. "I'd rather not sleep at all than put up with nightmares thank you." Her hand lifted to rest on my thigh, squeezing it comfortingly.

"Babydoll, we've spoken about this." Derek's voice was laced with concern but firm. I didn't hold back my glare as the burning in my throat started up again from holding back tears.

"I don't care." I sounded pathetic like a child being scolded by a parent.

"Y/N that's enough," The hand on my thigh tightened in a warning and I tangled my fingers in my lap as I held back tears.

"You want me to come and sit with you whilst Penelope works, Honey?" JJ's offer was sweet but I didn't want to leave Penny's side. Shaking my head, I sunk into myself a little, looking down at my girlfriend with blurred eyes.

Placing her laptop on the table, she shifted her stuff around before looking back up at me. Hotch shuffled where he stood like he was expecting her to kick them out.

"C'mere Peach," she motioned for me to get off the arm of the sofa. "You can sit in my lap until I'm done working." I sluggishly climbed onto her lap, legs straddling hers as I leaned against her chest. I'd forgotten all about the team watching us as I buried my head into her neck and relaxed into the embrace and warmth. I didn't care that they'd witnessed the whole thing, didn't care about any opinion they formed or their reaction. I didn't care because I was warm and comfortable, the sound of keys tapping and muttering fading into the background as I found myself lulled into a state of half-sleep by her gentle breathing and occasional kiss to the top of my head.

The mix of all those stimulants had me drifting for a while before my body finally succumbed to sleep, giving up fighting the exhaustion.

[angstymilfy]

“Happy” (however short-lived) has been winning that battle a lot lately. I’ll give skinny another shot at it once my brain doesn’t need the dopamine/serotonin quite so desperately.

[pudding-parade]

OK, world…

What is it with bras with padded/molded cups? Does anyone actually like these things? To me, they're uncomfortable and too thick. The edges of them show through shirts when I'm wearing something even remotely form-fitting. And I don't want my tits pushed up/squeezed together, but I also don't want to wear sports bras because all of the above just make me sweat, and there's very little worse than a sweaty bra. Ick! But, since I don't have much going on up there (I'm like a B- cup), I'm hard-pressed to find a bra in my size that fits and that isn't molded/padded/push-up. Even some sports bras are padded/molded nowadays! I get that some people might want their tits pushed up under their chins, but I can't be the only one who doesn't. Right? RIGHT??!!

Thankfully, I can usually go braless because there isn't much going on up there, especially because I'm post-menopausal so I don't have the week or so of cycle-related painful tits anymore. But sometimes the nips get uppity, usually when I want to wear something remotely tight, so… sigh

Bras suck. Rant for the day: Done.

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

Kinou Nani tabeta. aka My Heart is Full aka I suck at titles

Let me just say before anything else. This is not a recap or a review. This is me feeling the need to write down my feelings because they are pouring out of me. This is more a personal note than anything else so skip it if that's not your thing.

I always watch this show on saturday mornings, with my coffee and breakfast, because it gives me a boost for the weekend. And I wanted to postpone the final episode as much as possible but I just couldn't. I gave in.

Second FYI. This will probably be incoherent and a mess because that's how I feel. Also, this fucking menopause (surgical, don't give me too many extra years) is really making a mess of my emotional state this week, so I'm all over the place. Also I might've had some wine. Also this may be a bit long. I think that's it.

How I got here

So, I've loved cinema since I was like 7. (yeah I'm going really back in time) Because my mom like films, she dragged to the cinema even when I was way too young for whatever was on. [ Fun Side note- The first film that I saw in the cinema was Bram Stoker's Dracula, when I was like 6, and my mum got into an argument with the cinema employee because" I am her mother, and I'll decide what she can or can't watch"and so I did watch it.]

So I always loved watching films, talking about them and eventually went to uni to learn how to make them. During that time, I went through a phase (which happened to a couple other people in my school) where I kinda got emotionally detached from the stories. I could only see the camera angles, the lighting, the editing, etc.

When I was done with uni, and had decided that editing was my favourite thing I started doing a bit of work in editing, mostly online stuff and a couple of ads in London, and 3 years later I was done. Obviously there were life factors and health factors that contributed to this, but still I left it all behind.

Then, I quickly went back to being able to watch stories with all the emotions.

Let's skip forward to present day.

Kinou Nani Tabeta? feel in my lap by way of my very first BL. Seven Days. I watched those films and went through all the emotions and needed more. More of that serotonin please.

So I got in research mode and that's when I found this wonderful world of BL and eventually this show.

Now, a little bit more about me, just in case you aren't sick of me talking about myself. I'm not a jolly person. If you asked anyone that knows me irl, they would describe me as someone who always thinks the sky is falling. However, I also love a lot of things deeply, and when it comes to things that I can't find a word big enough for it I call it magic. So I'll use it here.

Kinou Nani Tabeta? is magic.

If this show was a meal then the absolutely right ingredients were found, they were put in the hands of the best cooks and everything was prepared with love and care. This show that I love, was put together by people who love it, and couldn't not make it. This is what I believe. It's my kind of faith.

I've seen so many shows, I've loved so many of them, a lot of them touched me deeply. But only a few touched me this way.

When there is love in something, real care and empathy in the making of something, you can feel it, I believe. And I feel it so much watching this show. I get emotional just writing this.

I wish I could thank every single person that made this show possible. And we could argue all day about the quality of a show, its actors, writers or directors. I could argue why my favourite show is better than your favourite show, and why your show is more important than my show, and why that show failed and another succeeded. I will not argue about the importance of this show and my faith is unshakable.

Maybe because I love food so much and in my life my love filled moments were always around food, I connected at first with Kenji, because his reactions to food resemble mine. But this season Shiro stole my heart and soul. His quiet but profound way of loving Kenji made cry more than any sad scene ever could. And onions and chicken thighs will forever have deeper meaning in my kitchen. These two characters are so well written and so well acted, the words are so layered and so meaningful, that it's a miracle to me that it exists and that I got to watch it.

I'm sure other people will write much better posts about this show, and will probably be better (at a hell of a lot more on point) at writing about all the amazing things that this show has done. But I'm an emotional wreck and I could only write from a personal place today.

I'll be rewatching this show in it's entirety soon, because the evolution of these characters, Shiro specially, was such a joy to witness.

If you read this far, thank you. 💜

[theultimatekamehamehavoc]

✨Weird thought but the trio in M3n0p@us3✨

Basically, I've been fascinated by the idea of the three later in life, how they change, improve, get better, get worse. Can be mentally, emotionally, physical, you name it! But like, there are so many interpretations for them all that I just wonder. It's also cus I'm slowly starting to understand this topic too, though there's still so much to be learned about it as well. Also, I feel I'm intrigued headcanon wise. Like, what would be different if they all were cis vs if some of them weren't or all of them? What kind of symptoms might they get? How would they all handle them differently? What genetics do they have in their family that might affect them? Also, how would perimenopause and postmenopausal affect them and would this all make Byakuya even pissy-er? Stuff like that!

Yes, this is such a weird thing to think of but screw it! I am lowkey curious what thoughts others may have about this concept!

Some thoughts I have for this concept are the following in regard on how I feel they'd all handle any potential symptom of menopause (though there are tons of symptoms so I won't name them all cus this would be way too long. am mostly just listing 4 symptoms honestly)

Makoto: Feel that Makoto's symptoms might be slightly impacted with his weird luck. Like the most annoying ones are manageable for him but the simple ones are the ones that cause him the most headache. Not really sure which would be which but I at least feel that sleep problems are something he'd be able to somewhat manage. Perhaps brain fog would get him the least amount as he probably was already a bit forgetful now and again before all of this so it's something he's dealt with. Mood changes would kinda suck as well but I feel he could take it. Like, being around Kyoko has helped him be calmer in certain situations so he's less likely to have it get to him as much as it could.

Byakuya: Complains with the hot flashes but can power through. Feel the brain fog would frustrate him a lot due to having a sharp mind. He'd be sure to take lots of notes though, even if he feels frustrated by this and a bit humiliated that his vocabulary has corroded a bit. He makes up with it though by continuing to read, even if it may take him longer to finish books due to life stuff, work, or from the brain fog. As for sleep problems, I feel he's equipped to handle this. Like, he's the type to read a book until he falls asleep and would have a book in hand for any sleep issues. For mood changes though, I can see him having way too much rage or that he's mellowed out enough that he's able to handle it and accept his more emotional moments.

Kyoko: With hot flashes, she would handle them the best out of the three, having a higher tolerance but that having brain fog would get to her a bit due to her needing to remember a lot of stuff as a detective. She'd be able to adapt like Byakuya though by taking totes, something I feel she already did prior. Like Byakuya though, the brain fog making her forget certain words would be a bit of a headache, especially if she was trying to dunk of Byakuya only for her own brain to betray her and inadvertently make Byakuya win whatever petty discussion they were having. For sleep problems, I feel she'd already be kinda used to it so it'd be no big deal though the mood changes would get to her a bit too. Not as much as if she had the mentality of her younger self as I feel Kyoko would be a lot more in tuned with her emotions though still her levelheaded self. Also, like Byakuya, a part of my brain can also see her being a bit more prone to rage, only because a very pissed off Kyoko in her 50s kicking the shit out of people is funny to me.

All this sorta excludes certain nuances of course as, stated above, I don't wanna ramble TOO hard here. Running out of word space haha! Thank you for reading my weird ramble though and I am very curious on what the populous thinks!

[faraway-sunshine]

Uhg that sucks to hear about the anatomy book :( People can be so mean to artists over it. Every human ever born has body parts, but suddenly looking at a nude model makes you a “pervert”.

A lot of artists draw people naked first, then put clothes on top of them because it helps with figuring out muscles and make the clothing lay more naturally on the body, but people are so rude and judgemental about it.

I think how taboo people make nudity is really harmful. So many people become too ashamed of normal body parts everybody has to bring up medical issues until it’s too late, and it can create lifelong mental health problems. A lot of parents don’t even want to teach their kids about their own bodies, even though it’s THEIR bodies and perfectly normal!

Exactly. I remember Mari and Hero made sure to read up on it and teach Aubrey, Kel and I early just in case. Aubrey said she paid it forward when she got to high school, privately telling me that there was one girl from church she helped out who thought she was pregnant just because she kissed a boy on the day before her period stopped and she thought that women just had their cycle non-stop until pregnancy or menopause because her mom was so vauge.

And as for art, yeah, though to be fair I'm not sure I need to put a lot of detail on those parts myself. The important part with nude references is seeing the parts around, how the legs connect and muscles are shaped and such, which is why they have to be fully nude.

(Thursday 14th September, 2000, 8:57 PM)

[autisticwriterblog]

Today mum told me she’d been thinking about T, and she brought up stuff she’d been worrying about. Like, the possibility that the NHS wouldn’t cover a private prescription and I’d have to pay out of pocket for T gel (because that’s what I’d take in an ideal world), or side effects and shit like that. She promised she’s never try to stop me taking T (which would include taking me to appointments because I can’t do anything on my own) but the fact that she’s worried about it kinda upsets me. Like I know it’s a big thing, and she was terrified about me being put under for top surgery because she didn’t want her kid to die, but there’s a big difference between major surgery and HRT. It doesn’t help that she can’t take oestrogen because of a blood clotting disorder (that I didn’t get, thankfully) and when I was a baby, my grandma’s HRT for the menopause caused a hormone feeding tumour to press on her spine and gsve her nerve damage to this dsy. So there’s an understandable amount of trauma for my mum surrounding HRT. But that’s oestrogen. I want to take T.

And I know she’s worried, but… I dunno… I was so excited about the possibility of T and now I kinda want to cry. Even though nothing has actually changed. We’re still going to start looking for appointments at gender clinics in the new year. She’s supportive of my gender (even though she’s clearly confused thst I went from NB to pretty-much-just-a-dude… but to be fair, I don��t really understand it either. Gender is fucking weird) and calls me her son when she meets people and they ask about her family. Plus, she reminded me that I need to tell my dad about this, because we life together and it’s kinda impossible to hide from him, but I’m worried because what if he gets mad? He never once looked at my scars post top surgery,unlike the women in my family, which always makes me paranoid that he still views me as a girl or something. And it’d be really helpful to talk to a cis dude I’m related to about puberty, but… I get so anxious talking to him. He hasn’t been emotionally abusive for over ten years but those childhood fears won’t disappear.

I dunno. I forgot thst real life is a lot more complicated thst the ideas in my head. And I’m so fucking anxious now.

TMI/NSFT under the cut, plus discussion of OCD intrusive thoughts (nothing specific)

When we’ve previously talks about T, like why I didn’t want it a few years ago, I mentioned that I thought bottom growth was weird (almost certainly influenced by the fearmongering about transmasc stuff I’d internalised on tumblr as a teenager). But… my opinion of thst has changed. It’s actually something I’m quite excited for. But I can hardly tell my mother that I want a t dick. It sucks having no irl friends to talk about the more private stuff with., because there are some topics I do not want to talk about with my mum.

Mum also mentioned that libido increase might fuck with my OCD, and she’s right that that could happen. I get sexual intrusive thoughts that have caused me immense distress in the past because of how horrible they are, and they try to mess with me when I’m horny, so having a higher libido could be a problem. But also that might not happen, and I could always learn to cope, as I’ve done in the past. I just don’t want to be scared away from T because of my stupid brain. It’d be like letting the OCD win. And yet, mum brought up something I’ve worried about before and now I can’t stop thinking about it.