#ovaries were a mistake

[ghostinthegallery]

I wish I knew what about my vibe exudes to doctors "yeah, give this ho the weakest pain meds we got" and how I could...not do that

[raeathnos]

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[osokasstuff]

sex is a social construct.

there is no such thing as a single biological sex(tm), which includes all the sex traits (and social stuff associated with having these sex traits). there are a lot of sex traits that often happen to co-occur, but there are no inevitable necessity in it.

sex is a social construct. no single sex trait guarantees the presentation of another. XX chromosomes don't guarantee having a vagina, or not having a penis, or having ovaries, or not having testes, etc. sex traits are connected by long chains of factors, and change in every factor can impact anything. it's very, very complicated, and i'm done with the useless and harmful simplification of it.

hot take, but "sex" is bullshit. "sex" as a singular is fucking bullshit. people who try to appeal to "sex" as some kind of biological reality are misinformed as fuck. chromosomes are biological reality. organs and body parts are biological reality. hormones and hormonal receptors are biological reality. but sex? no. sex is completely made up.

i'm so done with chromosome investigation. like, you have a really long and complicated chain of consequences that leads to body look and functions, and you randomly pick the very first link of it and proclaim it as the most true proof of someone sex(tm)? "but chromosomes—" FUCK YOU chromosomes there are genes which encode having a tail in your chromosomes, should we treat you like a basically walking tail? and oh, you DON'T KNOW your chromosomes if you weren't cariotyped, so suck your shit in and sit still. no, your [insert genitals] doesn't prove you have [insert chromosomes] even if you were born with them. live in fear like we do.

single "sex" is so rude round-up that it should be considered a math nonsense. it's disappointing to see advocation for the usage of "sex" in the medical/scientific field because it literally creates false expectations and wrong conclusions.

examples:

(1) "males are more at risk of being color blind"

(2) "females are more at risk of developing osteoporosis"

these statements are medical concerns. they're seen as "scientifical truth." but what do they actually refer to? and how doctors (who were taught these ideas) will treat them?

(1) actually refers to genes. having two X chromosomes passed from two parents makes it less likely to be color blind because accotiated proteins are encoded in X chromosome. more variety (2X chromosomes from different parents) -> more opportunities to have working genes. does it have something with having a vagina or gender mark in legal papers? NO. but what will doctors do when they see a patient and assess the likelihood of them being color blind? cariotype them or look at their papers/appearance? it's not so important with color blindness because it gets evaluated by special images, but there are tons of other conditions associated with having or not having 2X chromosomes passed from different parents, and doctors may not assume/less likely assume them because of your fucking single "sex".

(2) actually refers to hormone levels. estrogen increases the risk of calcium loss from bones. does it have anything to do with genitalia or gender mark or appearance or whatever? NO. and the field for mistake is huge.

and there are more. every time when actual medical guides refer to "sex," they actually mean tons of different traits (and sometimes tons of prejudices, too). but people shove all of them under the single "sex" label, and it erases all real factors underlying these correlations. it misinformes people who need to be properly informed.

and advocating for this shitty awful idea as for a "biological reality" even from trans* people? it's so disheartening.

sex is no more biological than gender. sex is no more real than gender. sex is a social construct, and it's awful, oppressive, violent, and misinforming one.

i can see some positive things in gender. not gender roles, or pressure, or expectations, or oppressive systems, just gender. because it's identity & performance. it's a way for people to express and explain themselves. but sex? sex is awful, useless, and give us literally less than nothing.

abolish the sex.

[roseboysstuff]

Leon tried to impregnate his Lil bro but no awail

So he decided to punish his brother's stubborn pussy 😈

He spanked he's brothers cunt and then thoroughly bred him until he's full and round and then plugged Lil bro's cunny so no drop will waste

Sorry for mistakes if there is any I'm just so horny just thinking about it 🥵🥵🥵

Ooooo making sure his lil bro is good and knocked up without a doubt CW // incest, don't like don't read

Leon had been trying to knock you up for months. But nothing. His seed refuses to take. And he was getting frustrated. Your body was perfectly suited to take his cock and his seed, and he was going to see you round with his kid soon. So this time, as he pulled you into his room to stuff you with more of his cum, his face was rage filled and passionate. He pushed you down onto the bed, stripping your clothes off faster than ever before. Usually in your sessions with your big brother, he was slow and sensual, but the passion and ferocity in his eyes tonight was different. As soon as he saw your dripping pussy, he growled and slapped it. You gasped and twitched, and a small whimper left your lips, which only spurred him on to continue. He leaned down and spanked your pussy again, a loud plap sound echoing in the room. "Stubborn little boycunt, I'll make sure you accept my seed into that womb of yours for good tonight." And he made good on his promise, opening you up with his fingers until he was sure your pussy was as ready as it could be. His thrusts started off slow, and he made sure you were open and ready before beginning to thrust harder. "Take my cock, take it all. My good little brother, you're gonna look so good all round and pregnant." He kept one hand over your womb, massaging your stomach, hoping he could stimulate your womb and ovaries into accepting his seed. His other hand was firmly rubbing your clit, trying to make your climax all over his cock. He'd heard that an orgasm would increase the chance of his seed impregnating you, and after waiting for so long, he was not taking any chances this time. You would bear his children, and he was going to make sure of it. And as he climaxed inside you, you assumed he would stop, but he just kept thrusting, determined to stuff you full and breed you with as many loads as he could release. It was probably about 4 loads later that he finally stopped, letting your puffy cunt have a rest. But he didn't just pull out, he grabbed a plug from his bedside drawer, as soon as his cock was out, he shoved the plug inside. The feeling of his cum inside you, kept there by the plug made you whimper but he just slapped your clit. "Better hope you get knocked up this time, or I'll make sure all our love making is like tonight was."

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hnng your writing of Donna with pregnant reader or a kid makes my ovaries howl.

Could we maybe have some more with Donna being soft with pregnant reader, maybe even asking to get married? 👉👈

Domestic Donna gives me the lesbian feelings.

Regardless of the ask, really great writing and hope you keep hydrated

Yesss!!! Thank you for your words, and for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :)))))

Taking care of you

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: fluff, pregnant reader

Word count: 4,027

Summary: Seven months of pregnancy are too many months, but she's always by your side...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

Boredom was something you could allow yourself. The mansion, always dark, lonely, as if no one lived there, had become an incessant circuit of walks, sighs and moans.

You had been living there for a year, a year since your life changed forever.

A villager born there, a helper on your family's farm, you never had the impression that your life could somehow improve, or get out of the monotony. Masses to the Black Gods, blind faith in Mother Miranda and the Lords... It was a boring and sinister routine.

But if anything got you out of bed in the mornings it was that kind of discreet game you played in the church, when no one was looking.

The woman in mourning, the most dangerous and dark Lord of all, Donna Beneviento, seemed to follow that little game of glances. At first it was just your imagination, curiosity about that black veil, about that melancholic pose. It soon became a subtle exchange of greetings, a turn of her head towards you, and yours towards hers.

Coincidence, curiosity, or simply the anxiety to get out of the routine, you didn’t know what exactly had been the trigger for that daily exchange, for that habit of greeting each other with an increasingly effusive gesture.

You could say that love had knocked on your door, that it had opened a path in the dark and grey way that would be your life. Against all odds, that path appeared in front of you when that black figure walked towards you after one of the witch's sermons and, timidly, with the help of that sinister Angie doll, Lady Beneviento finally begged to meet you.

It wasn’t an easy relationship. There were many problems, traumas and insecurities tormenting the lady in black. You were always a girl with patience, who would fight for her beloved without fearing the consequences.

Little by little you learned to deal with her, to understand her, to comfort her when she needed it. Maybe she was never like everyone said. Maybe her only problem was being hopelessly alone.

That was a routine you liked to be in: silent afternoons, kisses, caresses, romantic dinners, a lot of reminders of how much she loved you and how afraid she was of losing you…

Yes, even when you had just moved to the old estate, you felt comfortable with the routine, with feeling there was actually someone who understood you and whom you understood.

But the illusion that your life was a path already marked, an illuminated or dark one, was simply a sensation heightened by boredom. No, your life was not going to continue the same, it never would.

After several weeks of feeling sick, you discovered that life still had a surprise in store for you. You were pregnant.

 It was something unexpected, a slip that was not really one, a carelessness that could not be called that way.

An emotional whirlwind shook your senses. Many unanswered questions lashed your mind mercilessly. In the end, after thinking about it calmly, you decided to see that news as the best in the world, as the beginning of a wonderful new routine.

The symptoms were almost unbearable, but luckily Donna was always with you, always looking after you, looking after her child. You would never have had the courage to endure those mood swings, those nausea, without her hand tightly squeezing yours.

And there you were, seven months later, carrying a swollen belly, with your body exhausted by every step you took, wishing that it would finally be over and you could be a family, the strangest family in the whole village, but also one of the most respected.

Everything was going perfectly well, but, for a week now, Lady Beneviento was especially... Her. You didn't know why, but she seemed nervous. It was probably because of that sudden responsibility of your pregnancy, her constant fear of not being what you expected of her to be.

“Hello? Are there any Donnas in there?” you asked amused, knocking on the doors of the old workshop, with a hand eternally resting on your belly.

“(Y/N),” the woman in black said, walking to open the door, with a sad smile. “What are you doing here, tesoro? You should rest.”

You waved it off and sighed childishly.

“I know, but if I have to spend one more minute alone up there, with Angie telling me all the time how fat I am...” you said with pleading eyes.

Donna smiled, caressing your cheek and then your belly, as usual, slowly approaching to give you a soft kiss on the lips.

“Don't pay attention to her, mm? You look beautiful,” she whispered affectionately, with that smile that took you so long to discover.

“I have eyes in my face and there are mirrors in this house,” you joked a bit frustrated, joining your hands with hers, caressing that increasingly annoying lump. “It doesn't matter, can I keep you company for a while?”

“Sure, let me help you,” she said, excited as every time you left the light on the upper floor to dive into that dark basement, to be with her, to make her see that she would never be alone again.

Carefully, the lady accompanied you to a nearby chair, helping you sit down in a gentlemanly manner, taking a look at you in case you might be uncomfortable before returning to her dolls.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, without taking away that wonderful smile, the expectation of the changes of what was now your family.

“Well…” you sighed, resting an elbow on the table, playing with the dress of one of the hundreds of porcelain dolls that guarded the sinister workshop. “Let's see… I've thrown up breakfast again, my ankles are burning and I think they've quintupled in size, the baby seems to want to be a gymnast because it doesn't stop moving and it's the sixth time I've gone to the bathroom in two hours but… I guess I'm fine,” you said amused, counting each and every one of the discomforts that were already part of your daily life.

Donna looked at you studiously, with a half smile, sighing and nodding.

“Calm down, tesoro, there's less and less left,” she murmured, mixing paints in a jar, decorating an empty porcelain head.

You nodded, blinking mockingly.

“It’s easy for you to say, huh?” you whispered, nudging her slightly. She closed her eye and took a breath, thinking of what to say to the truth that frustrated her. “I'm joking, Donna. I don't know what I'd do without you.”

The lady looked at you lovingly again, but with a dark shadow on her face, as if something was worrying her. Well, of course she was worried, she couldn't help but feel somehow guilty about your discomfort.

“I, I'm worried, (Y/N)…” Donna said quietly, leaving her freshly painted head on the table and turning to caress your belly again, with a frown.

“What's worrying you?” you asked with the same soft tone, breathing calmly thanks to her tender caresses.

“What if it looks like me?” she asked, looking into your eyes, running her hand slowly over your belly. You smiled, lifting her face with your hand, looking into that eye emanating sadness.

“Then it will be the most beautiful baby in the world,” you whispered, capturing her lips again in a slow, sudden kiss.

“No, no…” she said immediately, moving away and running her hand through the hair that fell over the deformity of her right eye. “I don't mean that, I… I'm, I'm afraid that… Well, that it might inherit my… My problems, you know.”

You smiled understandingly, taking her hand in yours, letting the air out of your lungs little by little, relaxing Donna's incipient trembling, one that never brought anything good.

“Come on, Donna, don't think that way, I'm sure everything will be fine,” you said, getting a little closer to her, cupping her soft face in your hands, running your thumbs over her cheeks. She slowly shook her head. It wasn't that easy to take away her worries, you already knew that.

“You're just saying that to reassure me,” she sighed listlessly, taking your hand, showing the trembling of hers. You smiled, thus hiding your helplessness to calm her fears. “Everything, all of this is so... New to me...”

“Of course, you're right, what was I thinking?” you joked, moving away and crossing your arms, making her blink in confusion. “I should have known that it would be new for you, since for me, well, it's just another pregnancy, like the previous fourteen.”

Donna looked at you curiously, opening her mouth to say something, but being unable to do so. You bit your lip and stood up from the chair, sitting on her lap with an amused gasp, grabbing her cheeks with your hand and comically shaking her head.

“It was a joke,” you hissed in a mocking tone, stealing a kiss from her as you gripped her face, letting her hold you comfortably, breathing in relief. Having Donna learn to catch your jokes was an even more complicated goal than motherhood.

“Certo,” she said, shaking her head, embarrassed by her naivety, holding you tightly against her body.

You, amused, looked at your belly, settling yourself on the brunette's lap, who was still embarrassed by her attitude.

“What did your mommy say? I hope you understand her,” you whispered, pretending to talk to the baby, something that undoubtedly, just as you planned, made the woman in black smile, stealing an elegant kiss from you, sighing.

“Everything, everything will be okay… right?” she asked in a low tone, looking sweetly into your eyes.

“Everything will be okay, Donna, you'll see. We'll be the best family in the world,” you said softly, leaving the jokes aside. She looked at you uncertainly, but nodded, caressing your belly again.

“Family…” she sighed, losing her gaze again, turning her bright eye away from yours, shifting in her chair. “It, it reminds me that I have something to tell you, (Y/N).”

“I’m listening,” you said amused, getting off her lap and returning to your seat, feeling that terrible nuisance of nature again.

“I, well, maybe it seems silly to you but I've been thinking about you, about me, about the baby, for a while… I, I was wondering if…”

“Wait, wait a moment,” you said with an apologetic smile. She fell silent and looked at you curiously. “I have to go to the bathroom, again,” you excused yourself, almost running out the door of the workshop.

After that common, but at the same time strange conversation, the lady in black didn’t return to what she wanted to say. It was true that she took care of everything, but it was also true that the more the baby grew, the more incapable you became to maintain a long conversation, sleep through the night or just relax.

“Mmm,” you murmured when it was time to eat, enjoying the amazing cooking of the dangerous Donna Beneviento. If you were told that a Lord like her had a passion for culinary art, you would probably think it was a joke. “You know, I could spend years pregnant for you to cook for me.”

Donna looked at you amused, shaking her head.

“I already cooked for you before, (Y/N),” she said, taking a sip of her glass of wine, with an amused expression, without losing her smile.

“Did you?” you asked with a mocking tone, pretending to search those memories on you mind.

She nodded, laughing adorably. You could spend an eternity listening to that laughter.

“If Mother Miranda saw you…” you mocked, with a mocking smile, rolling your eyes, shaking your head, pretending indignation.

“She would ask what's for dessert,” Donna joked, surprisingly, thus earning to hear your amused laughter while you comically threw a napkin at her.

“She’ll have just birdseed,” you whispered, messing with the high priestess, the cause of many of Donna's problems.

To tell the truth, you didn't like Miranda very much, but that one of her daughters, the youngest, was starting a family didn't seem to bother her at all, which guaranteed you a quiet life, or so you liked to believe.

“Mother Miranda...” the lady whispered, changing her amused expression to a serious one, looking away from yours, focusing on her already empty plate. “(Y/N), I want, I want to ask you something...”

You, completely oblivious to those words, yawned exaggeratedly, stretching yourself on the table and rubbing your eyes.

“Are you okay?” the lady asked, worried, forgetting the phrase she was saying.

You nodded, suppressing another yawn.

“Yes, yes, just... I'm just sleepy,” you said in a tired voice.

Donna sighed in frustration at something and then nodded, with a smile a little weaker than usual.

“Okay, I'll... I'll pick this up and you, you should lie down, okay?” she said, getting up from the table and stacking the plates, pointing to the couch.

“Don't tell me twice,” you sighed, walking slowly towards the indicated couch and lying down carefully, enduring another dose of erratic movements from the baby in your belly.

You felt something covering you and you couldn't help but smile tenderly.

“Rest, amore mio,” Donna whispered covering you with a blanket and kissing your head.

You, with your eyes already closed, reached for her hand to caress it before she left, which caused another tender laugh from the doll maker.

Before you could realize that Donna had been wanting to tell you something all day, something important, sleep attacked you mercilessly.

“Hey!” An unpleasant squeal made you open your eyes in fear, sitting up immediately. Of course, Angie had to make her appearance.

“Oh, Angie, you’ve scared me,” you protested, automatically bringing your hands to your belly, protecting it from that sinister doll.

The puppet laughed amused, climbing onto the couch and uncovering you completely with a tug on the blanket.

“Coward, coward…” she sang mockingly, making you snort angrily.

“Do you know that if you scare me you can cause me a premature labor?” you asked ironically, causing the sinister laughter to stop immediately. “What do you say? Do you think you can handle that?”

“Uhg, go back to the aquarium, Willy,” Angie mocked unpleasantly, as always.

“This is the last time I buy a VHS from the Duke,” you threatened, crossing your arms.

Angie laughed again, fighting against your attempt to push her off the couch.

“Angie, lasciala stare,” Donna said, appearing miraculously, like she always does.

The doll fidgeted, fleeing from her owner's reprimands. You growled, looking pleadingly at the lady, who approached the corner with a tray, leaving it on the small coffee table.

“Your evil doll has insinuated I’m a whale,” you said in a childish way, like a little child who tells on something its brother did.

“Angie…” Donna sighed, looking angrily at the doll, who cowardly fled from the ventriloquist's anger. “Don't pay attention to her, you look beautiful, you know it.”

“Yes, yes…” you sighed, shaking your head rubbing your now throbbing temples. “What did you bring me?” you asked with a tender, almost seductive tone.

“Some tea with some cookies,” she explained, serving you that hot liquid in a cup. You blushed once again, overwhelmed by so much attention, but of course delighted by it.

“Are you really that dangerous? You look like a soft, cuddly teddy bear to me,” you joked, taking the hot cup and blowing to make the smoke disappear.

“I wish that were true,” the lady said, with a slightly sad tone, letting you know you had unintentionally brought back the ghosts of her past.

You gave her a quick kiss on the cheek while calming the movements in your belly with soft caresses she quickly joined in. If there was one thing Donna liked, that made her really smile, it was noticing how her baby was growing, how it was moving inside of you.

After that tender little moment, you stepped back, taking one of the cookies from the tray, ready to dip it into the tea.

“(Y/N), I…” Donna sighed, playing with something in her hand, something you couldn't see since you were focused on your snack. “I want, I want to ask you, I would like…”

“Oh, no…” you murmured sadly when that cookie broke into a thousand pieces.

It was silly, but anything that happened to you was likely to be the spark that triggered one of your horrible mood swings. As if it were a real drama, as if you were watching a movie without a happy ending, tears came to your eyes.

“Tesoro, what's wrong? Are you feeling sick?” the lady asked worriedly, hiding that mysterious object behind her.

“Donna, it's horrible,” you sobbed with your eyes set on the pieces of cookie that sank into the tea.

“Che cosa? (Y/N), what, what's wrong?” she asked again, nervously holding your hand and studying your sad gaze.

“My cookie just broke,” you sobbed, letting those senseless tears travel down your cheeks.

As expected, the lady in black blinked in confusion, looking at your cup of tea and then at you.

“The, the cookie,” she repeated with a frown, breathing more calmly.

Overwhelmed by a sudden sadness at that terrible misfortune, you threw yourself into her arms, letting the tears of your personal drama bathe the black fabric of her dress.

“Why is life so unfair?” you asked, giving too much importance to that incident, unable to control, once again, the hormonal changes that tormented your fragile spirit.

Donna hugged you, caressing your back erratically, surely stunned by such a disproportionate reaction.

“Um, (Y/N), cal, calmati, tesoro,” she murmured, comforting you as best she could in such a comically absurd situation “There, there are many more cookies.”

“None like that one!” you squealed, causing the lady to hug you even tighter as you sank into her chest.

“(Y/N), come on, relax… Don’t, don’t cry, it’s not good for the baby,” she said in a soft voice, without letting you go of her confusing embrace, admirably enduring your mood swings, everything your body was going through with that little baby inside.

“You’re right,” you said, pulling away abruptly and wiping away your tears, suddenly finding that crying absurd and ridiculous. “There are more cookies in the ocean, aren’t there?” you joked as an apology.

She laughed and shook her head, not wasting the opportunity to please you with a kiss on the lips, a tender and playful kiss.

You finally relaxed, embarrassed by your erratic attitude. When you moved, you saw something behind the lady, a small box, surely what Donna was holding minutes before.

“What’s that?” you asked, pointing at the object in question.

Donna looked at it as if she had been scared, taking it and standing up abruptly.

“Niente,” she whispered nervously, hiding the package behind her back.

You looked at her suspiciously, trying to peek out to see it, something impossible, since she was moving at the same time.

“Nothing? You liar,” you said, squinting, making an effort to get up and reach out a hand to the woman in black. With the baby increasingly heavy in your belly, it was normal for Donna to have an advantage in running away from you. “Hey, come back here, you know I can't run.”

“It's not important, (Y/N), it's nonsense,” she said, walking away from you, with a fake smile.

You, with dark eyes, knowing that the lady was hiding something from you was quite obvious, walked slowly towards her.

“A worse nonsense than crying over a cookie? Come on, come here, honey, tell me what you're hiding,” you said amused, chasing the lady around the room, at your own pace, of course.

“No, it's nothing, stop, stop moving like that, it could be... Dangerous...” she stammered, clumsily cornered against a wall.

“It's not right for you to run away from the mother of your child, Donna,” you hissed, managing to reach out your arm to snatch the object from her, which she prevented with a comical pirouette.

“I'm not running away from you, I'm just...” she sighed nervously, shifting away from you again, which gave her at least a ten-minute head start so you could turn around.

“Got it!” Angie shouted, jumping towards the lady and taking the small box from her, causing a frustrated snort from the woman, who kicked the floor in a childish manner.

“Cazzo, Angie!” Donna shouted furiously, unable to stop the doll on her way to you, handing you the box with a satisfied laugh.

You raised your eyebrows, taking the box with a smile, surprised by the doll's attitude.

“Wow, thanks Angie,” you said amused, high-fiving the puppet.

“I also hate when my cookies break,” Angie whispered, running away from her owner's fury again, disappearing from the scene among evil laughs.

“(Y/N), wait…” the lady sighed, not being able to reach you before you opened the box and froze.

Inside that box, there was something shiny, very shiny, a wonderful ring, covered in diamonds, that lit up your face with its golden aura, leaving you confused, amazed and speechless.

“A ring?” you asked with a smile you couldn't help, with your heart beating fast and the baby moving in your belly.

“I…” she said, with her hand on her forehead, letting her body relax with a sad, defeated sigh.

“Wow, it's amazing, Donna,” you whispered, taking the jewel in your hand and admiring it with curiosity.

The lady growled and snatched the box and the ring from you, unable to look at your face.

“That damn doll…” she hissed furiously.

“Hey, tell me, tell me what it means,” you said in a soft tone, controlling the impending nervous breakdown of the lady in black.

“What do you think it means?” she said, shaking her head and putting the jewel back in the case.

You shrugged confused, with a million thoughts calling for your attention.

“Oh, I guess there is no choice...” she whispered, before gently taking your hands and kneeling on the wooden floor with her eye closed.

Again, you froze, letting her hand lightly pull yours as she soaked it with a nervous sweat.

“(Y/N) maybe, maybe I'm not the best person in the world, maybe... Maybe the things we've lived are just an illusion and maybe, maybe it's nonsense. Maybe I don't deserve more than what I have, I don't deserve your love and your smile brightening the darkness of my life but...” she said with a broken voice, with her body trembling as she knelt down.

“Donna...” you sighed with an expectant smile as she opened the small case again.

“But if there's any compassion left for me, I'd like to ask the Black Gods for you to never leave my side, for you to you continue to brighten my life every day and for me to be able spend an eternity by your side, like, like a family...” she continued, not daring to look at your face, taking a breath to ask the last question, the most important of all “(Y/N), amore mio, light of my days, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

You bit your lip again, now looking into her bright eye, listening to her nervous breathing. You shook your head with a wide smile, the most sincere smile of your life.

“Donna, I…”

She nodded impatiently.

“Of course, I would love to be your wife. I love you so much…” you said excitedly with a tear, which this time made sense, sliding down your cheek.

If your smile was sincere, bright, hers had no words. With a joyful gasp, she leaned towards your bulging belly, kissing it tenderly before getting up and capturing your lips in a romantic, passionate way.

“Gods, (Y/N)… Ti amo…” she whispered, resting her forehead against yours, mixing her tears of joy with yours.

After a moment of serenity, of tender looks, the lady in black took the ring out of the case, elegantly sliding it onto your finger, breathing heavily, but happily. Only happiness could be seen on her face.

[andromedasummer]

ik I'll just google them but WHITE KIWI EXISTS?? there is a white version of that funny birb???

theyre not a SPECIES per say. so, there are five whole officially recognised kind of kiwi!!!

North Island Brown Kiwi:

Tokoeka (Southern Brown Kiwi)

Rowi (Ōkarito Brown Kiwi, the rarest!)

Little Spotted Kiwi

And the Great Spotted Kiwi (Roroa!)

(info on them here)

and then, there's Manukura

First of three white kiwi born in the same wildlife park. She's a North Island Brown Kiwi and her parents both had recessive albinism genes. The conservation and breeding staff had no indication that anything with their genes was different and fully expected a typical north brown kiwi from her egg until she hatched in 2011 and gave everyone a MASSIVE shock. They ended up having two more white kiwi after her (including Mapuna, her little brother!)

"Manukura was born in the Pukaha / Mount Bruce National Wildlife Centre. The bird was born in May 2011 with a rare genetic condition that made it all white, instead of brown

She was named by Rangitāne leader, Mike Kawana; her name is the Māori word for 'chiefly status'." (Wikipedia)

People thought she was a boy at first! Then when she was 1 they realized their mistake. She was beating up male kiwi.

Manakura died in 2020 after having surgery. she stopped eating for a month because she was unable to pass an unfertilized egg and they tried to remove it and then had to remove parts of her ovaries. She's very sorely missed, there were storybooks about her. I believe the other white kiwi live on, which is wonderful.

There are some white Kiwi in the wild! But most Kiwi that dont live in protected parks (where they're bred to increase population) are killed by stoats or rats. It's like a solid 90% of them that pass unfortunately. It's part of the reason Predator Free 2050 is in motion (removal of all introduced vermin harming our native birds and trees. This includes possums, ferrets, stoats and rats which are responsible for 25% of extinct flora and fauna species here in NZ since arriving on boats when colonization began)

Here is another white kiwi dancing in front of one of the many predator monitoring cameras within the sanctuary it lives in.

And if you're asking "Wow, Liv, you know a lot about native birds in NZ" the answer to why that is, is my dad worked for DOC until my mid twenties and as a small autistic child it made conservation efforts the center of my world. So naturally that meant details about Kiwi, Kakapo, Kaka, Huia, Moa etc were locked away in the "INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT PRIMARY INFORMATION" part of my brain along with how to tell a male and female mallard apart, what to do in an earthquake and how to notice and prevent hypothermia and survive until finding help in deep bushland

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s2 episode 5 thoughts

boy. where this episode started out and where this episode ended were two VASTLY different spaces. come along while i undergo this journey.

the first thing we see is a dog! a doggy! it's a border collie, and it looks like it could be the same one we see in s1 episode 8- maybe dog actors are in short supply! but border collies are famously very smart and to me the cutest of all dogs, so i was pleased to see a friendly face <3

and then things escalated. aliens arrived to fetch the dog's owner.

thankfully they left the dog alone- perhaps they saw the threatening "ALIENS, STAY AWAY FROM THAT DOG" i had written in my notes- but whatever they are inflicting upon this gentleman seems. unpleasant.

(the aliens are obviously terrifying but they're always shown vaguely wiggling in some cold white light and it does make me laugh. ohhhh here they come. the wigglers)

so in the morning our gentleman- duane- was taken to a correctional facility and he hasn't been taking his meds... and then he hurts his doctor! they always find the kindest looking people to play doctors on this show and then make them suffer

THE NEXT THING WE SEE IS: a pool? the pool scene i wrote about seeing a while ago in my last post! the one where mulder emerges mostly naked from his exercise to face this new guy who looks like he covers his beer stench with a designer cologne!

i rewound to see whose pool it was mulder was swimming in but gained no clues. would be sick if the FBI had an in house pool.

breaking news: this SOAKING WET MAN is called to a HOSTAGE SITUATION!

(i do find it endearing that he swims recreationally <3)

next thing i wrote was "alex is pissing me off" and i don't even remember what he did but i stand by it

so mulder is at the scene, duane has four hostages, and claims to be abducted by aliens. now to mulder it makes perfect sense to ask about his abduction experience, and he's trying to do his homework and follow the rules for hostage negotiation, but duane knows all the tricks because he's former FBI which they DID NOT TELL MULDER!

he walks up to the head of the hostage situation and very angrily asks if she knows about how aliens will take your brains out and fuck with your ovaries and she tries not to laugh at him. mulder tell me what they do to ovaries i'll listen. i'll take notes.

and then alex is trying to be all sickly sweet puppy dog boy and asks if he can do anything to help. so the head of the hostage situation tells him to get her a coffee. HA! POINT AT HIM AND LAUGH.

cutscene to SCULLY CAM!!!! <3 she's gonna sleuth for his medical records

ohhh the power went out and duane started blasting. he shot someone so they're gonna send mulder and another guy in (an excuse for mulder to wear a paramedic uniform.......)

mulder's like nooo i won't tell him i believe in aliens (<- said by a man who is lying)

and off to the races, can you imagine it, he does JUST that, says he believes duane and trades himself for the guy who was shot... he says it happened to his sister OHHHHHHH sister mention

he's got the guy monologuing about his tortures from the aliens and honestly, these aliens are bitches. there is NO reason to do all of this. drilling holes in his teeth??? that's fucked

alex is on the phone with scully who is freaking tf out because duane is lying about who he says he is... when he tells her he traded himself for the injured hostage she says "WHAT!" so loudly and is filled with intense urgency

! MULDER LORE REVEAL ! his sister was 8 when they took her

(for some reason i thought she was 10 when it happened, but the larger age gap between them explains a lot in terms of his instinctive level of Protectiveness towards all creatures big and small)

this next part had me GAGGED: SCULLY FLEW IN FROM WASHINGTON!!!! she is AT THE SCENE and she is YELLING at someone who isn't listening to her

alex made a VERY FATAL mistake in telling her to "calm down" while mulder is a HOSTAGE and she RIGHTFULLY told him off (and frankly she could have kept going and i wouldn't have complained) but she's a woman who gets things done so she finds someone who will actually listen to her

she says he has a very unique case of being shot in a specific part of the brain which happened to another guy before and then that guy became a pathological liar so she is basically saying "duane is the nastiest skank bitch i have ever met do NOT trust him"

so back to the scene. duane is saying the government is there while the aliens do all this. which i have no idea how to interpret so i'm just storing it here for later use.

SCULLY CAN HEAR HIM! she's on his secret wire mic and talking to him. duane can hear her a little bit but is going on about "the mountains"... it was at this point, with scully talking in mulder's ear, that everything was so tense i had a brief moment where i remembered that this is actually a tv show i'm watching in my free time and not an actual life or death thing

mulder convinces duane to let the women go and the younger one says she believes him which had to be impactful i'd think

but the snipers are closing in!!! mulder sees the line of fire on him and calls him over to get him out of the way so he won't get shot....

he asks duane if she was lying to distract him and now he's VERY VERY VERY ANGRY and he tries to calm him back down and say hey... you forgot to lock the door.... please go lock the door...

and he goes over to the door and bam. duane's shot.

we see scully and mulder watch as he's loaded into the ambulance and mulder looks deeply conflicted and once again has his sad wet eyes on because he still believes duane was telling the truth. scully tells mulder he did the right thing in getting him to go to the door, because we all know by now that mulder has a complicated set of feelings towards any loss of life.

"whatever you're feeling, you did the right thing" <- augh. scully loves him so much. oh to love anyone how truly and deeply scully loves this man

(shhhh i'm not getting into what kind of love it is. i don't know and whatever your answer for its flavor is, you cannot deny that she loves him. that she tries to find the exact words he wants to hear to soothe that internal Guilt he wears like a heavy jacket.)

later he smiles when the lead hostage negotiator calls him to thank him because he broke all of her rules and thought he was going to get yelled at LMAOOO that lil smile was very sweet

and he goes to see duane but the REAL reason she called him in was to tell him about the metal they extracted from duane's body... the doctors claim that the stuff in his teeth could not have been made from any current technology... alien life confirmed??

((i thought the episode would end here on a little cliffhanger that never gets resolved but boy. i was off))

no, instead of an episode's conclusion, we see mulder bring the metal pieces to scully, who once again has the most beautiful freckles in the world, and she says she'll take it down to be analyzed.

mulder leaves the room without saying a word which i thought to be cold in the moment and now that i'm typing this knowing what happens next i might actually cry.

she goes to the store and she's buying some stuff... we see kodak film in the background... sigh instant cameras i love you and your work... but she buys $11 of groceries and then sneaks the metal chip across the barcode reader and it makes the whole thing break down!!!!

the poor cashier is freaking out because the machine is going wild and she looks at scully like "did you touch it?" and she says no and awkwardly leaves LMAOOOOOOO i was howling because girl idk wtf i would have done in that situtation either

duane wakes up to more aliens and rips all his medical stuff off and runs like he didn't get shot very recently and he's on the prowl for something

scully's back at her place, calling mulder, telling him about how the barcode scanned, and she's really worked up about the whole thing, when she hears a rustle, but it's just a thunderstorm...

but she goes to the window and DUANE IS THERE!!! a look of horror passes over her face, and we hear her through mulder's answering machine, screaming for help while he takes her

(everything happened SO quickly, it transpired in my notes like this: WHAT!!! he's outside her window WHAT THE FUCK TO BE CONTINUED??)

yes. we get a "TO BE CONTINUED" on the outtro scene.

i sat there, baffled for a few moments, trying to process what i just saw.

but then i thought i noticed something else: her place looked different than it did in s1. at least, i thought it did- we didn't see it much, but perhaps she got fed up with folks showing up like eugene tooms did in s1 and bought a nicer space. i thought the old space was cute though, and maybe it really is the same space but from a different angle, but then i thought about how it looked like mulder's space also changed from s1, so maybe they both moved, or maybe i'm just not good at noticing things, but oh yeah, scully's in virigina now since she's at the academy, so she probably DID move, although i thought the drive from DC to virigina was doable, but maybe not?

none of this changes the fact that scully has been TAKEN.

(i won't lie, i knew this was going to happen at some point, because i read the s2 episode descriptions and saw something about her being "returned", which implies being taken in the first place. but still. it was very abrupt. they had thoroughly lulled me into expecting a vague sort of non-answer of an ending and then switched out the formula at just the right time so i never grew suspicious)

to be continued!!! this is soooo evil, especially because i don't have time to watch the next episode tomorrow. so i'm gonna walk around all day tomorrow at important work events thinking about what horrors scully must be enduring and get NO conclusion as to what they might be. duane i have fists and you are not real and i am small but i am unafraid to bludgeon you. stay away from her if you even LOOK at her ohhhh you're gonna learn a lot more than what it feels like when aliens take out ur brain just keep that in mind!

(and man. i'm sitting here typing. thinking about how mulder never said a real goodbye to her the last time they spoke. and i wonder if that's gonna haunt him. and i wonder if when he gets her back, he always always always makes sure to take the time for a goodbye. just on the off chance it might really be the last one. fuck.)

[littlexscarletxwitch]

── ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗿𝘂𝗹𝗲

paring: florence pugh x gn!reader

tag(s): fluff, flo being a simp over r, my woman here has no game

warning(s): grammatical errors, unedited, not proofread, language

word count: 0.8k

note: I was actually writing a request but I soft of diverted from the main plot and came up with this little fic. It's not that good but I feel like it's cute, so here you go. A short fic so you guys don't forget about me (I'm so dramatic). I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you enjoy! <3

note 2: Would anyone be interesting in a masterlist??

requests are open! + check my rules here <3

Florence had one rule when working that she always made sure to follow: never ever date a coworker. 

No matter how pretty they were, how smart they were or how interesting they seemed to be, she never ever dared to break her most sacred rule. Starting a relationship with a coworker was problematic. It would always get messy and there would be tension around the set, and things would get weird and complicated. And she couldn’t risk having to work in that kind of atmosphere. Not when she would commit one hundred percent to every single one of her projects, not when she had to give the very best of her, not when she had to be flawless. But all of that came crashing down once she met you. 

There was something about you that caught Florence’s eyes the second she laid her eyes on your frame. She didn’t know if it was your pretty face, or the way your eyes would light up when talking about the movie you two were working on, or the sound of your laugh. But there was something so familiar yet unknown about you, and she needed more of that comforting feeling. 

At first she tried to convince herself that all she wanted was to be friends with you, because she wasn’t about to break her golden rule. But the more alone time she would spend with you, the harder it was to keep telling herself that same lie. She just couldn't’ stay friends with you, she didn’t want to. The more she got to know you the harder they were to keep those feelings at bay. The harder it became for her to not blush when you complimented her looks for the movie, or that warm feeling she would get in her stomach everytime your hand would brush hers, or that peacefulness she would feel by just hearing your laugh. 

But the problem was that she didn’t know who you felt. You were touchy with her, but you were touchy with everyone. You laughed at her jokes, but you would find even the dumbest dad joke hilarious. So she had to take matters into her own hands. She had to grow some ovaries and just ask you out. Even if that meant she was going to break her golden rule, even if she wasn’t sure you would feel the same. Besides, shooting was almost over, so if things didn’t work out her way she just had to wait one more week and she would never see your stupid pretty face again. Although that wasn’t at all what she actually wanted. 

She decided to wait for the lunch break. The only break that would have since you were the First Assistant Director, an extremely tiring job if someone would ask her. But she knew that it was what you loved doing. Not an assistant but it would eventually lead to being a director and that was all you aspired to be in life. 

Lucky for her anytime the bell announcing the lunch break would ring. Florence counted from one to three in her head and then the loud piercing sound filled her ears. She quickly made her way to where you were standing. 

“Hey there!” she internally cursed herself once she heard the high pitched in her words.

“Flo, hey. Is everything okay? Do you need something?” she smiled at your words, always being the caretaker on set. Well, after all that was you job. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everything's fine. I just need to ask you something. But it’s more of a personal question, not work related. But it’s not personal for you, I mean, it is since you are involved. But it’s more of a personal question for me because I’m the one asking you. Does that make sense? I’m not making any sense, am I? It’s just—.”

“Hey,” you cut her off, placing your hand on her shoulders trying to calm her down. “It’s okay. It’s just me.”

“That’s exactly the problem,” she quickly mumbled so low that you couldn’t hear the words she said. “What I’m trying to say is that,” she took a deep breath. She was being stupid, this was not how she planned this whole thing to go. “I really like you Y/n. And I would love to take you out sometime.” 

There she said it. it was said. Out in the world and she couldn’t take it back. She didn’t want to though. No matter your answer, it felt good to confess her feelings. 

Your hands moved down from her shrouds to find her hands, giving them a squeeze and your thumbs triling circles in them. 

“I would love to go out with you. I was actually going to ask you earlier, but I chickened out,” you shyly admitted.

“You were?”

“How could I not? You are something really special Florence Pugh. It would be a mistake to just let you walk away.”

A smile found its way to Florence's lips. Maybe breaking her golden rule wasn’t so bad after all. Maybe it was exactly what she had to do.

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M

[mithliya]

its wild too bc barely anything was said about her but she would sit there laughing and justifying it when ppl were upset over:

her openly saying she wants to murder a woman & then rape her corpse

her saying she wants to literally torture women and abuse them

her wishing that i get raped again

her telling a lesbian refugee that shes not a real lesbian bc they disagreed on whether im a Real Lesbian or not

her calling women whores & sluts, alongside other vile things like "cocksluts" "semen sluts" "cockwhores" & more

her hoping a child ex-prostitute gets STDs & calling her a "cockwhore" & saying she was "riding dick for a living" & saying she cant be a real lesbian bc of being basically raped in prostitution

her putting my real name in her garbage "callout post" and when i told her to pls at least censor it, she said it was my fault for having put my name in a post over 10 years ago

her happily saying i wanted to be sexually abused based on me pretending to be happy w it on a monitored blog a decade ago & also calling me a "whore" based on stuff i said at 15

basically just a bunch of rape apologism which she directed at me & another lesbian

basically encouraging harassment against multiple lesbians bc she thought 1 thing they did meant they cant be lesbians.. from disagree with her to enjoying media she doesnt enjoy etc

thats just the stuff off the top of my head but this woman was perhaps the biggest misogynist ive ever seen on radblr and its just hilarious that when others treat her not even close to as badly as how she treated others, she runs away. lol. so much for ur 'i dont care i dont have empathy' persona. u just enjoyed being the high school bully u never could be and don't even have the ovaries to own up to ur mistakes and apologise, pathetic

[jake-g-lockley]

di im having frankie x desi!reader thoughts :""""""D

like imagine him and you being invited to a wedding and you're part of the wedding party so you don't get ready with him and even though the both of you are engaged he's never seen you in a fancy ass lehenga before so he absolutely freezes when you walk past him, in your element, tying jasmine onto the brides hair and you see him and bonus if before you both leave you adjust his sherwani pin and THE MAKING OUT THAT ENSUES MY GOD IM YEARNING SO BADLY RN

Asian Ting in a Lehenga (Frankie Morales x desi!reader)

Masterlist

Warning: kissing + hot Frankie, swearing Word count: 1k

A/N: tell me that this robe wasn’t just a sherwani and that the ovary or blood vessel I just burst was worth it. Short drabble based on this ask by @brekkers-desigirl and damn my brain literally can't handle this omggggg

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Frankie frowned at his reflection as he ruffled his hair, attempting to tame it down a notch before leaning against the wall furthest from the crowd as he waited for you. The deep mustard sherwani that was detailed with suns you had bought for him made him look like a prince but Frankie had always been one to not like the spotlight on him. He sighed as he looked at his watch for the umpteenth time, waiting for you to make your appearance. 

To call you his fiance was a great gift and he loved your family, your culture and whatever made you the beautiful woman that you were. You were quite literally the apple of his eye and no one on this big blue Earth even comes close to you. 

As the sister of the bride, you had taken your position as the maid of honor very seriously, making sure that everything was planned down to military precision, which Frankie also was very proud of (and slightly turned on by). Frankie absolutely enjoyed the whole of yesterday, watching you order people around while he trailed around you eating and feeding you tasty Indian sweets, his mouth set in a dreamy grin that earned him buckets of laughter from your relatives. 

Frankie’s thought bubble burst as he caught your distinct sweet perfume. Before he could call your name, you quickly brushed past him to rush up to your sister. Frankie’s mouth dropped to the floor as he freezes, his eyes scanning your form as you held up jasmine flowers while yelling at your sister. Frankie had never seen you in Indian clothes before and he swore that you had exceeded his expectations tremendously. 

Your lehenga was the same shade as his, decorated with similar sun patterns and its long skirt cascaded down your body as though you were a goddess draped in sunshine. Your hair was worn in a half up and half down hairstyle with long beautiful tendrils framing your face. You were pinning the extra flowers onto your sister's hair while Frankie’s eyes were pinned onto your gorgeous skin that peaked between your blouse and skirt. Frankie made the mistake of moving his eyes slightly upwards, gazing at the low neckline that adorned your blouse and he felt a warm swirl of dizziness settle in the pits of his stomach.

He reached out for you and you moved, causing your dupatta to latch onto a bead at the cuff of his sherwani. He mindlessly followed you as your dupatta clinged onto him like the last ounce of his sanity. He watched your hips move almost fluidly and he couldn’t take it any longer, his arm reaching out to grab you and pull you close. You gasped and let yourself be pulled into his chest as he turned you to face him. 

“Frankie…” you breathed, scanning his face as your face lit up in a smile, only for it to fade once you caught the look that graced your man’s face. 

Once your brain had regained its functioning abilities, you wordlessly stood a little straighter and tipped your chin upwards, freeing your arms from his grasp. Frankie dropped his arms to his side and dipped his head.

Fortunately for Frankie, you had other ideas. 

You curled a finger under his chin and tipped his face up so that his eyes met yours. You stare for a while, admiring the way he had shaped-up his beard and the way the sherwani settled beautifully on his broad shoulders. You dropped your hand to the collar and adjusted his sherwani pin before pulling him close, until your mouth grazed his ear. 

“Bride's changing room in five, pretty boy.” you said, before leaving Frankie to stand there open mouthed as you quickly rushed off to settle your sister. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The second you had opened that door, you knew you made a small error in choosing a lehenga with such a low neckline. You clamped your eyes shut as you were pulled into a hasty rush of yellow, big hands grabbing onto your hips and dragging you further into the room. 

“Look at me, amor.”

You opened your eyes to only have them flutter close as Frankie traces a line along your exposed abdomen with one of his fingers, before pinching you softly, making you gasp.

“Francisco!”

“I did tell you to look at me.” he shrugged as he smiled down at you.

“Fine, I am now, what are you-”

Frankie cut you off by pulling you close and kissing you fiercely, the fury blinding you to the point that you felt like blacking out. He pinched you again and licked into your mouth when you groaned and pushed his straying hand away. You slid your hands into his curls as you deepened the kiss, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you flush against his chest. His lips were warm against you before he suddenly pulled away and nipped at yours, causing you to moan a little too loudly for your liking. He pulled you in for one more kiss before leaning his forehead against yours and exhaling heavily.

“Fuck, you look delectable, mi diosa.” He says, laughing at how delirious he felt, tugging at your skirt. 

“Nuh, uh, that's enough, big boy. We’re going to be late.” you said, shaking your head at the way Frankie’s fingers grip your skirt and the way he dipped his head to your neck for some soft kisses. 

“A goddess, that's what you are, and you are mine.” he said into your neck.

You love the effect you had on him, but you had a wedding to run. Frankie groaned softly as you pulled his hands away from your skirt. 

“I’ll let you have your way if you behave.” you said, wondering if the compromise might put his thoughts on hold. 

“Fine, but I don’t think I ruined your make up enough.” He said playfully, swiping his finger on his lips to show you the lipstick you left on it. 

“Now you understand why I didn’t get ready with you right?” you said, patting his face. 

“We would have never left the room and I would have been fine with that.” he huffed as you laughed and kissed him on his cheek, happy with your oversized troublemaker. 

Tagging: @romanarose @mintpurplemnm @swiggy-needs-mental-help

[thebawdybaldurian]

Professor Gale Breeds His Wife

I don’t know why I, a child-free, uterus-free gal am on a breeding kick, but I guess my one ovary is doing something to me. 👀

Content and Warnings: female tiefling x male human. Breeding kink, pregnancy kink, oral and PIV sex, Mage Hand to assist impregnation.

No edits so excuse any spelling/grammar mistakes

Syma knocked politely on the door, curious as to why it was shut. Professor Dekarios was known as an ‘open-door’ instructor, always available for questions or just a chat about magic. “Come in,” she heard an exasperated sigh from the other side of the door. Her tail swished excitedly as she turned the handle. His furrowed brow softened a little at the sight of his wife. His desk was covered in a slew of papers that needed to be graded, as well as quarterly reviews of all the students’ progress. His sleeves were rolled up and there was a half-eaten sandwich shoved to the side.

“Syma, my dear, this is an unexpected surprise,” he walked around his desk to greet her with a kiss.

“You look busy…” she ran her finger across his brow. “And stressed.”

“Oh you know this time of year,” he sighed. “Student reviews, along with the papers from my Evocation course, budget sheets for the month…not to mention everything at home.”

“It will happen in time, my love, I promise,” she ran her hand across her belly, her skin completely naked underneath the wrap dress she wore. “In fact,” she untied the side and pulled the dress open. “That’s why I’m here.”

Gale let out a loud gulp, looking her over. She was completely nude aside from some thigh-high stockings. She’d been wearing them more often to keep her blood circulating better and increase their chances of pregnancy. “My basal temperature is ideal right now,” she purred, letting her hand cup his balls. She kissed him again, his fingers gently sliding between her lips to test himself.

“You are indeed,” he moaned, his lips still pressed close to hers.

She shut the door with her tail and locked it before slipping her dress off completely. Gale slid all the papers to one side, clearing a space on the desk of them. Syma fell to her knees, reaching up to undo his pants and put her mouth around his cock straight away. She pulled them completely off after removing his shoes, but didn’t bother to remove to remove his socks or garters. She gave one of them a playful snap before setting her tongue to getting him hard as soon as possible. It didn’t taste long for her to taste his pre-cum. She seemed content to suck him for a bit, but he gently pulled her face away with her horns, looking desperately at her. “There’s sperm even it that,” he groaned, picking up her hips. “Let’s not waste a drop.”

It took only moments for him to slip inside her, his glasses slipping down a bit as he eagerly thrust into her. He hugged her close, wanting this to feel as intimate as possible despite their analytical nitpicking trying to conceive. “Mmmm yeah, Gale, just like that,” she moaned into his shoulder. “Get that cock deep inside.”

He shifted a little, hooking the back of her knee with the top of his thigh and firmly planting his foot on the desk so he could penetrate her deeper. She moaned even louder, his hard thrusts vibrating against her clit and driving her closer to climax. “Oh…hhhhnnn…Gale,” she cried into his neck, her legs kicking wildly as she came.

“Mmmmmphhh, my love, I’m so close,” he groaned.

He shifted again, climbing completely onto the desk so he could lay her down and tilt her hips up at the ideal angle to hold his seed. He pounded her for a few more thrusts before spilling inside her, moaning loudly. They slowed their breaths together, smiling warmly at each other. She held her knees up, supine, in the ideal position for impregnation. “Now don’t move a muscle,” he whispered softly, conjuring a Mage Hand. He slipped his cock carefully out of her, using the Mage Hand to plug her back up and keep his cum inside her.

“How long do you want to stay…uhhhh, stay like this?” She gasped as the Mage Hand began to stimulate her clit.

“Each contraction of your climaxes will help…so until I’m finished with these papers,” he grinned widely.

[georgiapeach30513]

“Pies,” pineapples. Close enough. “NaNa, my ove oo,” he lays his head on Andy’s chest, snuggling in a bit tighter. He always tells fibs about being sleepy. Sleepy Suede, is more cuddly loving Suede. STOP I LOVE THIS PRECIOUS CUTIE 🥹🥹

This is the sight you’ve always wanted to see; a sticky-faced little boy snuggled up against his dad’s chest, while both of them are passed out. The comfort that Suede feels with Andy matches the way he feels about you. You have no fears when he’s with Andy. You know that Andy has his allergies memorized, but also checks the list that’s on the fridge constantly. This made me tear up SCOTT DOESN’T DESERVE SHIT HE COULD NEVER

He makes your ovaries ache. Realest thing I’ve read all day

Your mom obsessively talked about him. Even told you on your wedding day you should try and find Andy again because you were making a mistake. Mama is an OG 🫡

and you refuse to call him fiance until he gives you a ring. Queen behavior 😌

my advice to you is to make sure you don’t knock Taylor up, because you can’t handle anything with a penis being put above you. Is that all?” AGHHHH YES GIRL CLOCK HIS ASS 💀

Andy won’t hesitate to pick up those pieces, and be willing to adopt both children, and legally become their father. Waiting for this day REAL BAD 🙏🏽

Sorry if this is a lot, I just loved this chapter so much!! Just wanna say I always look forward to your updates and your easily one of my favorite writers on here 🩷🩷

I don't know why tumblr wasn't giving me an option to respond to this earlier!

Suede is loving his bonus dad so much! Dare I say he will be the next one to use the daddy title??

You know that Doe is constantly falling more and more in love with Andy because of the way he loves her kids! And seeing these moments...yeah, Doe is ready to jump him all the time.

It's very satisfying to see Doe finally start talking to Scott the way he deserves. But he deserves so much more than that! He deserves to get the shit beat out of him!

Thank you so much!! I love that people are loving this little story!

[fellina018]

Aliens x Kageyama 2

From Ep. 1

This creature has no ovaries.

So they have to start the process of metamorphosing into their mate first.

This process of metamorphosis can be quite painful for their mate. To prevent the other from struggling and causing unnecessary harm, dozens of appendages emerge to hold onto their mate tightly, not allowing him to move.

They will not allow any mistakes in this process because if they make a mistake, the mate they are searching for with all their might may die first.

Their mate screamed.

The beautiful blue eyes filled with a curtain of water.

Seeing that the other party bit his lip in pain until it bled, they inserted an appendage into the other party's mouth to prevent the other party from having the chance to bite his lip again.

The soft cries still came out from his lips.

The other party looked so pitiful.

However, this process still had to continue.

It might take about a week for the ovaries in the other party's abdomen to fully develop.

.

.

How much time had passed?

Tobio was dazed, his head felt empty and he couldn't think of anything.

His lower back and abdomen felt full, tight, and very painful.

Especially his abdomen, something weird was injected, causing his entire abdomen to feel hot as if it was being burned.

It hurt, it hurt so much that many times he couldn't stand it and lost consciousness before he could find that no matter how many times he woke up, the pain in his abdomen was still there and hadn't gone away.

He screamed until his voice was hoarse, his throat was sore, but it was useless.

He felt like he was going crazy, this feeling of being in a loop of pain was more than his body and brain could endure.

Something that felt disgusting to the touch, it felt both soft and hard, and it was also full of mucus, it hugged and held him tightly making him couldn't move or struggle. Some of it thrusting in and out of his back passage, his hole, which made him terrified beyond he could imagine, and some of it inserting through his lips made him want to vomit with disgust.

He wanted to cry and Tobio cried so hopelessly that darkness took over his consciousness again.

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Sorry baby, I love you so much that I want to bully you and make you cry. My poor baby blueberry. ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·

[lastlycoris]

on a scale of one to ten how dumb was it

A 9.

If it had been an actual doctor lecturing, it would've been the stupidest thing I've ever heard on the basis they should've known better.

As it was, it was a former Physician's Assistant (PA), who still should've know better.

I'll likely be banned from the noontime resident grand rounds for my outburst, which is sad because they have the best lunches.

Readmore for the topic of abortion, specifically ectopic pregnancy.

The topic for grand rounds was Holistic Approaches to Medicine and the Importance of Spiritual Well-Being, which the speaker who was a former PA decided to go into a pro-life rant mid-lecture.

At this point, if you're a medical student or a resident, you've probably made your decision on abortion. So, fine.

But what came out of his mouth afterwards was so stupid and dangerous, regardless of whatever side of the debate you take, that I thought I hallucinated his comments. And only by looking at the host of the grand rounds - an attending-level doctor like myself - staring in horror at the speaker made me realize that what he said was real.

Essentially the speaker was stating as fact that ectopic pregnancies, a pregnancy outside the uterus, are no longer a valid excuse to get an abortion, because women have survived and delivered such pregnancies to full-term.

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Okay first off, some basics. Let's talk about where the fetus ends up in a normal pregnancy. It should be within the uterus, specifically the uterine cavity.

Anywhere else is known as an ectopic pregnancy. Too low, and you have a cervical ectopic which will usually spontaneously abort in the first trimester. But for this post, we'll talk about the ectopic pregnancies that implant in the fallopian tube/around that region (most common type of ectopic) or the abdomen (the most likely chance of fetus surviving full-term).

Tubal ectopic pregnancy occurs approximately 95% of all ectopic pregnancies. The egg implants inside the tiny Fallopian tube that connects your ovary to the uterus, and the embryo grows. And because it grows, it can rupture the tube that is in - and can potentially cause the mother to bleed to death.

Abdominal ectopic pregnancy occurs approximately 1% of ectopic pregnancies. The abdomen's problem in that the fetus attaches somewhere that it's not meant to - like an organ or your abdominal lining. The reason why such an ectopic pregnancies can very rarely carry to full-term is because of the available space - there's nothing confining it. However, make no mistake that it's still an ectopic. These ectopics can still result in catastrophic hemorrhage such as through perforating an organ with its implantation and kill the mother.

Now there are very rare cases of ectopic pregnancies coming to full term, mostly abdominal ectopics for the reason stated above. Most fetuses will die because of insufficient blood supply or implantation. Others who make it often have major birth defects because of the above and the usually low amniotic fluid levels (the fluid the baby floats in). The mothers that carry out an ectopic pregnancy to term and survive with a healthy baby are lucky - like winning the lottery sort of lucky. Simple as that.

The usual outcomes of an untreated ectopic pregnancy is either spontaneous abortion or it grows and ruptures wherever it's located, risking the life of the mother. Ectopic pregnancies are the leading cause of the mother dying in the 1st trimester of pregnancy and account for 5-10% of all pregnancy related deaths. It is a big deal.

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The notion that the speaker was using these incredibly rare cases of survival and using them to justify not having abortions for ectopic pregnancies is appalling - and presenting it as fact in a teaching institution even more so.

I stated in exact words that "that is the most absurd thing I've ever heard."

And when he tried to smugly double down by quoting papers about these rare case reports like they were the norm - and continued to argue that we should do watchful waiting and only intervene if there's problems, I figuratively slammed the door shut in his face.

Even putting aside the fact that ectopic pregnancies have almost virtually no chance to make it to viability, when these things rupture, you might not even get a chance to go to the hospital and just bleed to death. Pain is often one of the first signs that an ectopic pregnancy is there in the first place - that's the moment to intervene. When you have worsening pain past that, that could already mean it ruptured.

He then tried to argue that everyone deserves a chance. I asked him if everyone includes the mother, which made him bristle.

At that point, the veneer of friendliness fell away, and he demanded I leave the auditorium for interfering with his lecture. I told him in no uncertain terms that I was staying, and if he's going to try and pass off the rare as common, I am going to call him out every single time.

He ended up being the one walking out, calling me shameful and disrespectful and with no respect for life.

I let him have his parting comments.

The residents and I spent the next 3 minutes in silence before the other attending doctor dismissed them all - and just looked at me as if wanting to say something before shaking his head.

[starburn017]

zombie girl

i used to be pretty. i guess i still am—

still get attention, complimented, flirted with, catcalled, i’ve been assaulted twice this year.

so i guess i’m still pretty. but i feel like rot.

like my skin is falling off my old bones; eyes carry no light. i promise i used to be made of sunshine. ocean breeze, fragile and soft with naive dreams.

i never understood why i’d catch boys staring—pretty boy, with pretty eyes, a pretty smile. pretty boy with a fiery tongue and an empty heart;

spirit free and locked away; speakers singing pretty songs, for pretty boys, by pretty girls.

dreaming of the woman he’d be, if he could. dreaming of the man he’d love, if he could. dreaming of the house he’d make, if he could. raising the children they’d bear, if he could.

every night awake, wondering if he were decay, shambling corpse, suspended in living death; would he lose the life that he’s made? if you could love the broken monster of his living remains

if you could still say you love me, and mean it. that god doesn’t make mistakes, and mean it. that you love my rotting body for its broken mind; promise me you mean it?

i want to be precious for you, only you. huge tits, unscarred body. i want a pussy and the ovaries god owes me. to be the woman to bury the boy.

i want everything taken away from me.

trying to fight for it; trying not to die. i’m so tired. my heart stopped beating long ago.

it’s pathetic to say, but i used to deserve it.

i used to be pretty—don’t i deserve it?

i leave men speechless, catch them staring. watch them break down and bow to me;

feel their eyes follow like starving dogs—the feeling is static. imprecise and grating.

they want to fuck me or they want to kill me—hostile no matter their intention.

an old man in the liquor line may want me, but he’s not a husband. neither is a friend, a coworker, a roommate, a client—praying to a cruel goddess. no room in my heart for weakness. you’re the only hunter to break me into submission.

today was beautifully planned. good girl. tomorrow’s a fucking shitshow. do better.

i used to be pretty. maybe i still am.

but i didn’t know before, don’t know now,

and i won’t know until i’m not anymore.

all i know is that you thought so, once.

maybe then was the prettiest i’ll ever be.

[oldfangirl81]

Apparently it has been 11 years since my failed hysterectomy.

A local obgyn should never have agreed to do the surgery. She should have taken one look at my case and passed it on to someone with more skills. She assured me that it would be just fine.

I woke up being told that I still had my uterus because it was fused to my spine. I was devastated. She told me that my ovaries were removed. I swear that's what I was told. My parents were there and confirmed it.

I still got my period like clockwork. I was just told my body was weird basically and that it can happen.

I finally had a successful hysterectomy in Dec '16. The surgeon who was very surprised to remove two ovaries. I'm either Deadpool/Wolverine but only ovaries or the first doc made a mistake.

No, I have no desire to see a lawyer about anything. I just have fun watching faces when I call it a failed hysterectomy.