#miscarriage tw

[mysharona1987]

[mintmatcha]

mint do u have more thoughts on shinso, reader and her son? I mean on the dad monoma world

i have diabolical thoughts if you're ready for them

reader and shinso never manage to have their own kid. they both say it doesn't bother them - if it isn't meant to be, that just means they have one child to love.

but one day, monoma picks up their son during her work shift. he's old enough to repeat things back to his dad, but not old enough to understand exactly what they mean.

"heard you two aren't having a kid anymore."

it's a crude way to put it- so crude that shinso's fists ball on reflex.

"nah." Shinso keeps his voice even, even as Monoma chuckles, shaking his head with this grin- "what's so funny?"

"nothing! nothing at all!" Monoma holds his hands up innocently. Your son whines that he forgot his switch and runs back to his room, just out of ear shot. "it's just--"

Shinso's head is swimming for monoma can finish the sentence. He can feel his blood pressure climbing, building in his skull-

"It's just good to know i'm the only guy to give her what she wants."

Shinso breathes in for eight counts, waiting for his spiked heart rate to die back down. It's slow, controlled, practiced-

So when he throws that fucking punch, right into the side of monoma's face, it's of clear heart and mind.

[blimbo-buddy]

So if kittens in warrior cats never age in Starclan when they die young, does that also like, apply the same to kits who died via miscarriage. Is this scene plausible

[kiwriteswords]

If we're talking angst with Aaron Hotchner, I feel like a miscarriage would do good to break his heart (if you're comfortable writing such a heavy topic, of course!)

No words appear before me in the aftermath [Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader]

Masterlist || Ao3||Word Count: 1k|| AN: Well, this took an emotional toll! Sort of inspired by the scene in Grey's Anatomy with Meredith Grey! Also, peep the new 'taglist' banner! I really like how it turned out!

Tags/Warnings: miscarriage, pregnancy, angst, blood, traumatic event, canon typical events, canon typical themes, canon typical language, BAU team member reader, established relationship, hurt/comfort, concerned Derek, concerned, Spencer, concerned Rossi

Summary: "Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. You were bigger than the whole sky. You were more than just a short time. I've got a lot to pine about. I've got a lot to live without. I'm never gonna meet, what could've been, would've been, what should've been you."

In the muted light, the BAU team maneuvered through the abandoned warehouse, their breaths visible in the chill air. Aaron Hotchner led with the precision of a seasoned commander, his eyes scanning for danger; his heart, however, remained anchored to you. 

His partner in every sense. 

Despite being married for some time now, the thrill of working alongside you never waned. The team admired your synergy, the seamless dance of mutual respect, and whispered strategies. You bettered each other and for that? The team was grateful. 

As gunfire erupted, chaos threaded through the precision. Aaron commanded, "Cover! Now!" 

His voice was the calm in the storm, but his gaze instinctively sought you out. You moved with practiced ease, though your face was pale.

The exchange of bullets echoed a grim symphony. Spencer and Derek flanked you, moving as one unit. But as the final shot silenced the night, halting the unsub, a different, sharper silence fell over you. 

Clutching your side, you staggered slightly, the color drained from your face not just from exertion but from pain--a deep, gnawing pain that didn't come from any bullet. Your knees felt weak; a sour taste filled your mouth. 

The physical manifestation of your emotional turmoil was evident in your trembling hands and the way your body seemed to sag under the weight of the news. 

"Derek, check her!" Spencer's voice cracked through the tension, his youthful face lined with worry.

Derek approached, his brow furrowed. "You're bleeding... a lot. Were you hit?" His question hung heavy in the cold air.

You shook your head, moisture glossing your eyes, not from the icy wind but from a storm within. "No, I... it's not that."

Across the warehouse, Aaron knelt beside the subdued unsub, his duty momentarily anchoring him to the spot. But his eyes were locked on you, sensing the distress in Derek's tone. The local PD was moving in, ready to take over, allowing Aaron the space to be not just a unit chief but a concerned husband. His responsibilities as a leader momentarily set aside, he moved towards you, his focus narrowing to the palpable tension surrounding you.

As Aaron approached, he noticed the stark contrast of the blood against your clothing, and his heart skipped a beat. The scene around him: the flashing lights, the murmur of the police radios, all faded into a blur. 

Only you and your pain remained sharply in focus.

Always keenly observant, Rossi stepped in, his voice gentle yet urgent. "What’s going on?" he asked, looking from you to Aaron, sensing the shift in the air.

The question was too much. The weight of the secret you harbored now bled out in more ways than one. "Stop," you whispered, the single word a dam against your breaking heart. Your eyes met Aaron’s, and in them, he read a thousand chapters of a story you hadn’t yet told him. Miscarriage. The word stood unspoken, a ghost between you. The pain of loss, the fear of the unknown, and the struggle to communicate it all, hung heavy in the air.

You turned away, a lone figure against the backdrop of flashing police lights, walking away from the puddles that mirrored your desolation. Aaron stood frozen, his instincts as a unit chief battling his instincts as a husband. The words to command, to comfort, eluded him.

Seeing Aaron's hesitation, Rossi placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Aaron, she needs you now more than the team does." His voice was low, filled with understanding and a somber recognition of the personal stakes involved.

Spencer, who had hung back, now stepped forward, his voice hesitant but firm. "She wasn't ready to tell us, Hotch. Maybe... m-maybe she wasn't ready to tell anyone yet?" 

Derek, still close by, looked between you and Aaron, regret coloring his tone. "Hotch, I’m sorry, I didn’t know she was..." His voice trailed off, unsure of how much had been understood, how much had been shared.

"Neither did I." Aaron's voice broke, a rare crack in his armor. He hadn’t known about the baby, about the hope you had nurtured silently. Now, all he could see was the future unspooling, threads of joy unraveled into grief. His internal conflict, torn between his role as a leader and his desire to comfort you, was palpable.

The team huddled in a tableau of shared sorrow, the strong men of the BAU grappling with a pain they couldn’t shield you from. As you distanced yourself, the space between you and Aaron felt like miles. He wanted to chase after you, to erase the hurt, but his feet were rooted, his role uncertain, his heart heavy with the shared pain.

He finally found you in the women’s bathroom at the local precinct, the tiles and walls reflecting a cold he couldn’t shake Locking the door behind him, he stood inside. 

You were at the sink, changed from your original clothes into one he recognized as back up from your go-bag. 

Your hands mechanically scrubbing under the relentless stream of water, each motion a futile attempt to cleanse away the tragedy that had stained the day. Stained this chapter in your life.

Water pooled around the drain tinged with a heartbreak that soap couldn’t wash away. 

Your focus was laser-sharp on the pink-tinted water, a cruel reminder of the life that was slipping away from you. Aaron paused at the door, the sight of you grappling alone with your pain tightening his chest.

“Let’s take a minute,” he said gently, his voice a soft contrast to the harsh fluorescent lighting. His words seemed to hover in the humid air, too heavy to immediately absorb.

You didn’t look up, your hands moving to your stained clothes, spot-cleaning the blood that had marked it. The fabric absorbed your focus, your fingers scrubbing rhythmically.

It was a task, something you could control when everything else seemed to unravel. 

“I need to get more jeans for my go-bag,” You said as if it was just an item on your to-do list. As if there wasn’t a life-altering moment happening right before your very eyes.

Aaron moved closer, his reflection ghosting beside yours in the mirror, a shared image of both solidarity and separation. “You don’t have to do this right now,” he murmured, reaching a tentative hand toward your shoulder.

The contact startled you, a lifeline you hadn’t realized you were waiting for. Your eyes met his in the mirror--windows fogged with unshed tears. 

“I need to clean this up,” you insisted, your voice as thin as the paper towels you now snatched up, blotting the damp clothes.

He watched the deliberate way you avoided your reflection, focusing only on the stains you could fight. “You’re not alone in this,” Aaron assured you, his tone threaded with the promise to hold together the pieces of a shared dream that had shattered silently.

The paper towels piled up. Crimson. “I was going to tell you…I wanted to tell you…,” you finally admitted, the words spilling out like the water you couldn’t stop. “A-After the case...”

The confession hung between you, a delicate truth that now lay bare in the most unforgiving of lights. 

Aaron reached for your hands, stilling them. “Let’s just sit for a moment. Together,” he suggested, guiding you away from the sink, away from the relentless reminder of loss.

You allowed him to lead you to a small bench in the corner, the cold of the tile seeping through your clothes, a stark contrast to the warmth of his hand covering yours. Side by side, you sat in a silence that spoke volumes, your breaths syncing in a slow, shared cadence.

Aaron looked at you, really looked. 

Not as a unit chief or a husband seeking to fix things but as a partner sharing in the rawness of the moment. 

“We don’t have to go back out there today,” he said softly, an anchor in the fluidity of grief.

You leaned into him, your head resting against his shoulder. The fight to stay composed ebbing away. 

In the quiet of that sterile space, you found a haven, a shared solitude that didn’t push for answers or action, just presence. He’d always had this effect on you. 

“We both wanted this so much." Your voice just above a whisper. 

Aaron nodded, his cheek resting atop your head. "I know," he murmured. His heart ached with the weight of lost futures. "We wanted it," he repeated, his voice thick with emotion, acknowledging not only the pain of the loss but the depth of the shared desire that had been growing between you.

In the reflection of the darkened mirror, the two of you sat, a poignant picture of what strength truly looked like, not in the avoidance of pain but in the willingness to face it. 

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[sammyshuno]

Forgot I had teen pregnancy turned on and this happened. Resolved itself without any parents finding out. Dustin was going to give Angela her ring at prom, but it seemed more fitting to do it sooner, especially after going through such an intense private ordeal together. Oh, and they've decided to be more careful from now on...hopefully.

[princessmo]

Beavis and butthead react to you miscarrying

Beavis: Whoa cool is that blood? Mnyeheh blood is cool!

Butt-head: Whoa, huhuh, hey baby. Do you wanna, like, do it?

[queen-esther]

Pro-lifers really need more discernment about “the abortion pill.” Misoprostol is largely used to help women with missed miscarriages pass their pregnancies. I myself had to take it when I had my miscarriage, because my body was still progressing the pregnancy as if the baby was still alive and would not clock that my pregnancy should end. (When the baby was finally released, she was like a tiny gummy bear floating in a giant bubble. The sac was clearly still developing past her death.)

So when I see pro-lifers fearmongering about pharmacies offering “the abortion pill,” I just have to scratch my head. The issue isn’t that this medication is available to women who need it; the issue is that it’s also used to murder healthy babies. Tackle the wrong reasons misoprostol is prescribed, not the fact that it can be accessed at all. If you don’t make this distinction, then you’re only feeding into the pro-choice argument that women need abortion rights to treat miscarriages.

[op-dumpstertruck]

Has Sanji had any miscarriages during his time trapped?

Yes. I think the first two were on purpose, afterwards it was a mixture of preexisting scaring, stress responses and because there was also some physical violence happening. (Also another point but I am a firm believer that a. Sanji had terrible pregnancies so far, his morning sickness in the first trimester is basically incapacitating and b. Kuina is well aware what is going on. She has seen things. She knows.)

[quitealotofsodapop]

We discussed something relevant to century egg in the dms

It's possible that Macaque had not been ENTIRELY responsible for Wukong's first miscarriage. That doesn't absolve Macaque of his guilt, nor does it change much about the fact the unborn cub dies. It's still Macaque's attack that had been the catalyst, and he was still to blame for what happened...

But the thing nobody had noticed up until that point had been that the child had already been weak and sickly while kn the womb due to a few previous incidents on the journey. Primarily an attack from a scorpion that could harm even the Buddha that Wukong had still been trying to recover from when the injury happened, putting both himself and his child into an already fragile state. Since Wukong himself was still sick from it, he hadn't recognized the signs. Something was wrong with his baby, but nobody knew until it was too late

Prev.

Wukong had believed for the longest time that *He'd* failed his child. He knows that the deciding factor had been the fight with Macaque; whether the physical & mental stress of the fight itself, and/or the stress of losing his beloved mate.

There had been many factors in Wukong losing the First Egg. But the most dangerous had been the sting he received from the Scorpion Demoness in the previous arc - her venom is strong enough to permanently scar the Buddha himself. And in the novel, Wukong is envenomed so severely that Wujing and Bajie think he could be dying.

If Wukong were to be carrying a Stone Egg then well... it wouldn't be good I'd tell you that. The case studies I managed to find suggest that abrupt miscarriage happens more than often in the case of a pregnant person being stung.

Wukong, no matter what happens with Macaque, ultimately believes that he himself was the major fault. He put himself in danger far too many times, and now he's lost his child.

In another world, namely in the "jttw stone egged au", Macaque would have noticed the irregular heartbeat of the Egg, and drop his weapon to rush to Wukong's aid.

But alas, this is a more tragic Au...

Ksitigarbha, the bodhisattva of the dead, had been kind enough to assure Macaque that his and Wukong's child would reunite with them in their next life, but it would take some time. Macaque meanwhile, sank into a deep despair in the Underworld - dragged down into the cold hells by a primordial force even the Ten Kings couldn't recognise.

Then one day in the cold darkness; Macaque overheard that the little one was to be reborn very soon. When the Lady Bone Demon made her offer, he did not dare refuse. He needed to see Wukong, to finally meet their child - and spend the next eternity atoning for what he'd done.

Sharing some dialogue we did in the dms cus it's tasty. Taking place shortly after Guanyin agrees to give Macaque the Circlet so he can prove to Wukong and the rest of the found family that he's serious about his regret and want to atone for what he did;

Macaque: "It was a boy." Wukong, confused: "What?" Macaque: "The Egg. Our first one. The Underworld's Bodhisattva introduced me to him. He was so small and *perfect*. I hadn't even known he existed." Wukong, tearing up: "Mac..." Macaque, voice breaking: "He was so beautiful... he was already sick when we fought, if I had just stopped and got you help then..." Wukong, beginning to tear up: "You mean... I-" Macaque: "IT WASN'T YOU'RE FAULT! Peaches, it was NEVER your fault! I'm so sorry I ever blamed you for... for anything!"

The two monkeys hold each other and cry a millennia's worth of tears for their lost Egg. In a more kind world they could have greeted them far earlier than now. But at least they'll be here soon enough.

Later on, Macaque asks Wukong an important question;

Macaque: "Do you want to know?" Wukong: "Know what?" Macaque: (*glances down at Wukong's stomach*) Wukong, overjoyed & worried: "Oh! Yes! A million times yes!" Macaque: "He's sleeping right now. The chi is male but the body might not match at first."

Wukong feels a lot better after that. Knowing that his mate can hear and *tell him* what the baby is doing.

That their baby is thriving and alive.

[mysharona1987]

[edenfenixblogs]

Fertility/Medical Stuff below the cut. Read at your own risk, for anyone interested in my SMBC journey.

I’m typing all this as an update but also mostly as a way to organize my thoughts. So I had a bunch of appointments this week and learned some stuff and I think I have a plan but I’m not sure, and I still have a follow up to go over everything and some forthcoming results next month. But here’s what I know.

1. I have a pretty good, slightly above average amount of eggs for my age

2. I have good thyroid levels (amazing news because I’ve had bad thyroid shit in the past)

3. I have good prolactin levels but idk what that means yet but I’m glad it’s good? I’m sure I’ll learn more at my follow up.

4. My fallopian tubes/ovaries are clear (yay!)

5. I have some fibroids in my uterus. This is fairly common. Unfortunately, one is like half-blocking my uterine cavity. This is not ideal. It can make it harder to get pregnant and can make miscarriage more likely. But only slightly. It can also increase the risk

So here’s where I’m at. I have ADHD and take medication for it. That medication can also make preterm labor and miscarriage a little more likely.

The surgery to have the offending fibroid removed has a pretty long recovery time (6 weeks) before I can try to get pregnant. No matter what, I can’t really try to get pregnant until September at the earliest—just due to scheduling and traveling. And I can’t fit in a surgery before I leave for all the traveling. So that puts me, if I have the surgery, at an absolute minimum of mid November before I can actually proceed with any method of getting pregnant.

However, my fertility doctor did say that the odds of miscarriage or failure are only slightly increased with the fibroid(s). My mom had fibroids when she was pregnant with me, but idk where they were in her uterus.

My doctor said she would tell me to have the fibroids removed if she was sure it would hinder pregnancy or cause a miscarriage. But she’s not telling me to do that (idk if she’ll make some recommendation at the follow up so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

If I have a baby via IVF I HAVE to have the fibroids removed. And I also HAVE TO have a bunch of meds that fuck with my hormones in a way that may aggravate a gene condition I have.

If I have a baby via IUI (for the uninitiated think of it as a more sophisticated turkey-baster method), I don’t have to have them removed OR the hormones.

If I DO have the fibroids removed the scar tissue it leaves could ALSO increase difficulty getting pregnant and increase a chance of miscarriage. So ??????? to allll of that.

The other thing is that I’m at an age where time is important. If I wait long enough to have my surgery, my egg reserve could drop significantly.

Another issue is that I’m FINALLY losing weight after my thyroid and gene issue was fixed. But to do IVF I have to get down to a better BMI before they’ll do the procedure, which would delay things even LONGER.

And finally, if the risk of miscarriage is a risk of LATE miscarriage, that could be dangerous because I live in a red state which may limit my access to a safe D&C (removal of dead fetal tissue basically)

So there’s a lot of pros and cons here, but I think my plan is to just try IUI without a surgical intervention when I get back from traveling. If it works it works and I take precautions as needed. If it doesn’t work, at least I’m not wasting time while I wait for all the other shit to fall into place.

Still, overall, I’m pretty happy with how addressable these issues are. I’m pretty mad that the government is making this more stressful than it needs to be. I hope I’m not making a selfish or stupid decision. I’m hopeful. If anyone has words of support I could use them. If anyone SMBCs or assisted repro mamas had to make similar choices, please share how you coped.

[invinciblevariant]

my baby , my baby ...

prompt ; distress call . synopsis ; maverick is out on patrol with mark when he receives a frantic call from his partner . pairing ; sinister mark ( referred to as malachi ) x mohawk mark ( referred to as maverick ) . trigger / content warnings ; mpreg , pregnancy loss .

quick disclaimer ; i don't really know anything about the loss of a pregnancy except what i've heard about on tiktok and researched a little bit , so if i get anything wrong , please don't hesitate to inform me politely .

maverick has to admit that as much as he misses his original dimension , getting stuck in this earth and being given a second chance actually feels ... good . mark had been hesitant at first to introduce him and the others to his own little crew of friends and family , which was understandable since , y'know , they all tried to destroy earth and ruin his reputation a mere seven months ago , but surprisingly , both of them found it easy as hell .

almost all of them reminded maverick of his own versions of these people back home ( most notably eve and rex ) , but over time , they grew to accept the others as their own , especially since they all could stop introducing themselves as 'mark from a diffeerent dimension' and actually have some semblance of a unique identity thanks to cecil's brilliant idea of renaming all of them .

it took some time to get adjusted and actually start helping in fixing the very world they'd destroyed , but eventually , with the help of the superheroes ( most of whom became slowly accustomed to these variations of invincible living among them ) , it got done pretty quickly . maverick , along with the others , are now living normally in this world .

almost all of them stopped wearing their suits 24/7 , instead opting for more casual clothing when not doing superhero work much like mark . maverick even convinced mark to let him get some cool piercings on his lips , ears , eyebrow , and nose to stand out a bit more . of course , to further stand out , his style was primarily a goth-style look with mostly blacks and dark blues , much like his costume .

to absolutely no one's surprise at this point , some of them started dating . mason (one of the invincibles who wore no mask) started going steady with a guy who went to upstate university (and just so happened to look very much like william) , mercury (the invincible who previously wore viltrumite attire but without the mustache) and maxwell (the invincible with long hair) ended up together , and maverick began dating malachi (the invincible who everyone used to refer to as 'sinister invincible' or 'sinister mark' , the one with the cape who brutally and ruthlessly murdered angstrom's son in his dimension) .

the former villain has to admit , though , that this new life , this new chapter ? it's ... thrilling . at first , it was admittedly scary to just dive into a new life , a new identity , and a new relationship (especially with a guy , but hey , maverick ain't complaining as long as he and his partner fuck every once in a while , and boy , does malachi deliver on that) , but over time , it became easier to settle down .

hell , cecil even helped them all get places of their own , with mason and his boyfriend being able to stay in the same dorm (of course mason had to enroll himself into college with mark and william's help , deciding on a degree in astronomy) , max and mercury living in a studio apartment in downtown chicago , and maverick and malachi settled comfortably in a two-story house near mark's place (which actually made meeting up with mark to do their scheduled patrols much easier) .

it was around this time that malachi learned that his viltrumite biology allowed him to carry a baby , so he and maverick decided shortly after to stop using condoms when they have sex . it took a couple tries , but eventually , they both were overjoyed when the pregnancy test showed a positive result .

since then , malachi has been more strict to at least try and stick to a ... healthier diet that didn't consist of human flesh , but occasionally , the cravings were too overpowering and he couldn't help himself .

little do they both know that this will lead to a tragic consequence that they'll have to come to terms with ...

" c'mon , man , keep up ! you're going to miss anybody that may need help ! "

maverick rolls his eyes at mark's demand as he puts his phone in his pocket and zips it up , flying faster to catch up to mark . the sun is starting to rise , and he can't help but marvel at the beauty ...

" maverick ! seriously ?! "

" jesus christ , marky , calm the fuck down ! " it's mark's turn to roll his eyes at the nickname that his variant gave him a while back . " not like there's much of anything going on this early . "

" still , you wanna be diligent and focused , just in case . " mark then mutters under his breath , " jesus , you're just like oliver sometimes ... "

maverick groans and switches his position so his back is facing the earth , soon gazing up at the sky that is still kind of dark .

his phone soon rings in his pocket with the familiar ringtone he set specifically for malachi , and mark is about to snap at him again , but maverick holds a finger up to silence him as he answers it .

" hey , sexy , " he greets , mark groaning in exhaustion next to him as he hears that , " what's up ? did you need—"

" come home , " malachi's voice is unusually shaky , almost as if he's trying not to cry , " please ... i need you here ... "

" hey , " maverick's voice takes on a softer , gentler tone as he halts his flying , " you okay , kai ? "

" just come the hell home , maverick !!! please !!! "

" go , " mark says to him , " i'll see if max or mason can help patrol . "

maverick nods and gives him a small smile before turning and heading back home .

the scream of agony and sound of something breaking before the line goes dead makes his heart drop into his stomach , and he propels himself with a sonic boom , making his flight faster .

maverick's landing is a bit rough as he descends in their front yard , but his thoughts aren't on how the lawn looks when he's nearly breaking the front door off its hinges and rushing upstairs .

his thoughts are only on malachi and what might have happened . however , he's in for a shock as he enters their bathroom , this door already hanging off of the top hinge .

malachi is at the sink , fingers gripping the edge of the marble countertop so hard that his knuckles are turning pale . the mirror is shattered , bits of glass decorating the counter , sink , and floor , and his cell phone is also shattered into pieces at his feet . he's silently crying now , head hung low and tears flowing quickly down his cheeks as his shoulders shake and his breaths come in shudders and harsh gasps .

before addressing his partner , maverick takes a glance around the rest of the bathroom , which looks like a violent tornado ripped through it . however , there's one thing about it that makes his eyes widen in horror and then fill with tears as he draws in a sharp inhale ...

... the menacingly large puddle of blood in front of the toilet . maverick's eyes stay glued to it for what feels like hours before he finds the strength to tear theem away and instead look at his partner .

" ... kai ? "

" ... "

" hey . " he walks over to him as if he's approaching a frightened deer , his fingers cautiously brushing against his shoulder . " baby , i'm here . i'm home . i came as fast as i—"

malachi quickly grabs onto his boyfriend , the wails that penetrate the silence echoing off the walls , and maverick's heart just shatters .

" i'm right here , " he whispers , voice trembling as he himself tries desperately not to just break down . his eyes betray him in that moment , though , as tears begin to run down his face .

there's a buzz coming from his jeans pocket , indicating an incoming text (most likely from mark or cecil) , but he ignores it as he carries malachi over to the bed , feeling his boyfrieend's frame shaking as he lets out wail after wail .

they stay like that for the next few hours , maverick rocking malachi comfortingly , until the sun sets and enshrouds their bedroom in darkness , the only light coming from the moon outside their window , and they both fall asleep restlessly in each other's arms .

author's notes : i hope you guys enjoyed (and your hearts broke like mine did when i wrote this) . this is not the first idea i had for this prompt , but it was too heart-wrenching not to write about . the original idea of sinister mark having a miscarriage goes to @gatorbites-imagines (gotta give credit where it's rightfully due ♡) !

[tempestaurora]

spent some time discussing and thinking about the pitt time loop fic ideas.

langdon is the most obvious to be stuck in a time loop and it would be meaningful and sad every time.

whitaker in a time loop would probably be a series of comedic scrubs changes interspersed with trying to save his first death of the day again and again.

robby in a time loop is gonna be heartbreaking, especially when he can never save leah and loses his relationships with both jake and langdon every time.

but the most devastating time loop protagonist of all? dr heather collins. who experiences a miscarriage every afternoon and goes home before the pitt fest shooting, totally unaware it even happened.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Pokemon Sleep would tell you if you had a miscarriage during the night. This was done by just popping up text that said "miscarriage" next to the other sleep tracking stats with no tact or emotional weight whatsoever.

[bitchliteraria1906]

Asgard royal family headcanons! (Specifically about Loki and how he relates to each family member).

• I really like the headcanon that Frigga was pregnant before Odin took Loki, and she lost the baby. Mostly because it makes sense logically (that would make Loki easy to explain! He's not some random baby that spawned out of nowhere, they can just say he's the child she was pregnant with!). But also, it adds another layer to their relationship: he's an adopted rainbow baby.

• Because of this, she remembers baby Loki very fondly, romanticizing the memories a bit. I'd even dare to say she remembers Loki as an easier baby than Thor, even though, objectively speaking, that's not true at all. Loki cried more, screamed more, needed special care. Which was to be expected: he was way too young to be separeted from his mom, and the bright lights and warmer weather of Asgard (in comparisson to Jotunheim, that is) were bad for him. Odin even feared that it would be too much to Frigga, that she would beg him to take Loki back or something, but his fragile state just made Frigga want to take care of him more, and she rarely, if ever, complained.

• Odin's feelings were very different, of course. He remembers Thor as the easy baby, because Thor was predictable. Familiar. He didn’t need special lights for sensitive eyes or cold cloths pressed into his forehead to be able to sleep in hot nights. He did all the things, both cute and annoying, that an Asgardian baby is supposed to do, expected to do. Nothing more and nothing less. And of course, he wasn't a secret and a stolen child.

• The golden child vs black sheep dynamic was set from the start, is what I'm saying.

• Odin's treatment of Loki has so much layers that it probably deserves it's own post, so I won’t talk much about it here.

•Constanly comparing him to Thor. Sometimes it was subtle, but sometimes it was literally just saying "Why can't you be more like your brother?"

• I'm not sure what Asgard's stance on physical punishment would be. Like, I can definitely see some people thinking it makes kids stronger or whatever, but Idk.

• Regardless of what the common Asgardian stance on hitting your kids is, I don’t think is something Odin and Frigga would automatically jump to with young Thor and Loki. Frigga doesn't want to hurt them, and Odin prefers other forms of discipline.

• He's definitely not above hitting, though. It may not be his go-to method to actually teach them things, but a smack for talking back from time to time? It has happened, especially with Loki.

• Every punishment happened more with Loki, actually. Odin knew he specifically hated time out, because of how it forced him to think about what he did wrong while completely alone in his room. Sometimes he'd come out ashamed of himself, sometimes he'd just be angry. Either way, he wouldn't willingly talk to Odin for the rest of the day, either completely isolating himself or clinging more to Frigga. Most of the time, Odin wouldn't even notice, and for Loki, that was the most painful part.

•Frigga genuinely loved Loki, but she also had a hand in perpetuating the racism against frost giants (either by action or by compliance) and let a lot of Odin's treatment of him slide. She also had a "defending the person who isn't in the room" approach to conflict, so in the rare occasions that Loki vented to her about Odin, though she was a good listener, she didn't really validate his feelings that much? It was always "I know your father can be difficult, but he just wants what's best for you!" or "I guess he could've been nicer about it, but is he wrong, honey? You already know he doesn't like it when you do that."

•When it came to defending Loki (or speaking up about how Odin was raising both him and Thor in general), she mostly worked in the shadows. She’d argue with Odin about it when they were alone, but never in front of others, and Loki took her silence as agreement, basically thinking "Well, if Mother doesn't speak up when Father is so harsh to me, maybe it's because she agrees. And if she, who is the kindest person I know, agrees, maybe I actually do deserve it."

•Despite all these issues, she was still the person Loki felt the safest around, and a very self indulgent hc I have for them is that they had a special place they would go to when Loki was exceptionally upset. Maybe it was a special room in the palace, or a library, or a garden, or even a little house in some woods nearby. Regardless, they'd stay there for some hours until Loki was feeling better and ready to face the world again.

•At some point Loki decided he was too old to keep needing her this way and that he needed to change that if he wanted to be taken seriously, so he stopped going to said comfort place with her and overall leaning on her too much. She was pretty heartbroken, not only because of that "Damn it, my kid is growing up and changing" feeling that leaves a lot of parents distraught, but also because, knowing Loki too well, she knew that this sudden change came from a place of insecurity and wanting to be taken more seriously by Odin, Thor and his friends, mentors, and pretty much everyone.

•Thor and Loki's relationship as kids was innocent and simple and pretty much what you'd expect from 2 kids who are royals and raised in a culture that values warriors and strenght: lots of competion and sibling rivarly, play fighting, but also a lot of teamwork.

•Thor took his big brother title very seriously as a kid. Yes, he teased Loki a lot, but he was also protective and sweet. Whenever they went on little adventures together, like exploring some place they weren't supposed to go, he'd put Loki's safety before his own.

•This might have been half fueled by Frigga saying "Take care of your brother" whenever they went out to play, or by Odin constanly saying that Thor was the strongest one between him and Loki (see 6th headcanon). Probably both.

•The real problems started in their teenage years, when the golden child vs black sheep dynamic became more obvious. Thor was the perfect stereotype of an Asgardian warrior and king, and was surrounded by friends (and potential romantic partners) who also reached some amazing standards. Meanwhile, Loki was a quieter, more fragile looking and weirder person, with an interest in magic, a different way of fighting, an aversion to most social gatherings and no friends. Most of Thor's friends just tolerated him. Some took interest in him the same way someone would take interest in an exotic animal: they'd listen to him for a while, just enough to see if he really was as weird as he looked, and then leave as soon as they got their answers and their fun.

•This, along with Odin's favoritism becoming even more obvious, really soured Thor and Loki's relationship, leading to some arguments in which pretty cruel words were said by both of them (I might write this).

I could go on but I'm tired lmao. Maybe another day.

Some inspiration was taken from @taw-k and @unityrain24 btw!

[queen-esther]

First ultrasound tomorrow. I hate what having a missed miscarriage does to your brain, because despite the fact I subsequently carried and gave birth to a completely healthy baby, I’m still stuck on the fact that my very first ultrasound ever with my very first pregnancy revealed there was no heartbeat, so I have it in my head that a first ultrasound is more likely to give bad news than it is good news even though statistics are on my side. It’s like the concept of a “first ultrasound” is forever engrained in my brain as The Bad Appointment With Bad News. 🫠