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What are your Chaggie pregnant headcanons? Who carried?

Okay so!! Charlie carried Violet!

My main head canons for them are:

1. It took quite awhile for Charlie to convince Vaggie to actually have children, mainly due to the fact that it’s a huge responsibility. But in the end they end up with sweet little Violet

2. Charlie’s pregnancy was actually quite interesting. She never had morning sickness, but she was always tired. Like literally falling asleep talking to someone tired, and the only real reason she found out was because she realized she missed her period

3. Charlie is already emotional as we see in the episodes, but this heightens A LOT during her pregnancy. Some days she doesn’t even know why she’s crying and just holds onto Vaggie.

Tbh this is all of the head canons I can think of at the moment but if I remember more I’ll definitely reblog the post and add them 🫶🏻💕

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More random art

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This dialogue was originally gonna be for an au but its funny on its own also so have this

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Sketch time

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"female victims of sexual assault are privileged over male victims because people have more sympathy for female victims!" not according to the data. Also men who kill female romantic/sexual partners on average are given much shorter prison sentences for killing their partners than women who kill their male partners. But yeah sure female victims of domestic violence and sexual assault are sooooo privileged over male victims.

This isn't to say that male victims of domestic violence and sexual assault don't matter or don't suffer. But I am so tired of the way MRA's and woke misogynists use male victims of sexual assault and domestic violence as a sort of 'gotcha' to try to shut up feminists, when data shows that if you sexually assault a man or murder a male intimate partner you are much more likely to face severe consequences, meanwhile if you sexually assault a woman or murder a female intimate partner you're more likely to get a slap on the wrist if you even face any consequences at all.

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Over sexualizing myself to feel some kind of agency and control while simultaneously feeling repulsed to the thought of any human being touching me in any sexual way whilst craving human touch because i need it.

I just love trauma.

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The worst part of normalized surveillance is the normalization.

It's the thousands of followers who react to your secretly taken videos of noble good deeds with encouragement. It's them feeling cheered up, day made, hearts filled with warmth by your brazen voyeurism.

It's scrolling past a Tumblr post of a reddit post of a Twitter screenshot of a father and daughter sharing an intimate, family moment, oblivious to the tweeter taking a photo of them.

It's minding your business at the grocery store, hearing a weird noise, and realizing some teens are filming a tiktok dance and either did not notice or did not care that you are in the shot.

It's walking home with a mask on because every single condo and floor apartment in your neighborhood has Ring and you don't know what that means for you yet.

It's thinking about talking to a PR person just in case your recurring nightmare of your mental breakdown in the parking lot suddenly going viral comes true, hoping against hope a professional knows the magic set of words that will mitigate the harassment, stop you from losing your job.

It's that reddit post of the Sikh woman who found her and her mustache on the frontpage, forced to turn public humiliation into a teaching moment. It's some jackass redditor posting a couples photo, ostensibly to mock that his fly was down yet 70% of the comments target his girlfriend's appearance. It's seeing a top reddit pic with a headline demonizing a person in it months after you saw this same pic taken down after mods discovered op was lying. It's a lot of reddit.

It's wondering how many times your face has been posted online and if it was in a positive context at least.

It's that this is all normal, that so many of these things feel neutral to individuals, not a risk they're taking on behalf of a stranger.

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OC drawing time

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One of the worst parts of self harm and suicidal ideation is when you’re sitting next to someone you love so much and all you can think about is how badly you want things to end.

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sometimes I think about happiness, the abstract concept. I say abstract because there’s never a true happiness that is not prone to threat. Just as Sisyphus pushes boulders up hill, I strive for an ideal of happiness forever out of my reach. Some turn to god, some turn to sex, some turn to a mind numbing consimerism. My drug of choice is escapism , wishing for a life impossible and dreams unattainable. I have constant regret and mourn for a sense of divinity in me which has died . I often wonder what could have been, if there’s a god anywhere, and why we’ve been put here as a human race. oftentimes there’s multiple answers , each just as vague as the next. Christianity says God and Jesus, America says money, college says grades, and my parents without explicitly stating it cite the common 1950s ideals of a nuclear family and American religious tones that can no longer feign being Christianity. I feel that no matter how hard I look I’m screaming into voids and pushing boulders uphil. I pray to whatever lives upstairs that I can find whatever true happiness is or die trying.

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Jesus: *watching Satan tempt Adam and Eve* hey boss, you gonna do something about that?

God: *muttering* no but you will

Jesus: what?

God: what?

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I really wish the world was better sometimes. Like I am not cishet, rn I feel not great about that shit because most of my surrounding is cishet and if you aren’t it’s considered weird . like honestly I’m very much like ,” I would protect any person in the lgbtq+ community , these people are my children and if you hurt them I will steal ur knees and ur soul”. But with myself I kick myself hard for breathing , like I just really feel like I should force myself to appear like the status quo. I know a lot of people say things about heteronormativity and how gay people get judged harshly, but it’s really a thing and especially in the American south (and many other places and other countries but I’m only referencing my surrounding area in this post )there’s a lot of social pressure and for some queer southerners pressure to not be out or expressive is out of safety concerns . This is kinda just a rant of me feeling like my life would be easier if I was cisgender and straight , but in reality forcing myself to conform to that image isn’t fun (idk I’m guessing dysphoria, I’m not diagnosed by a doctor , but I’ve looked at a lot of medical information and am knowledgeable about the psychological aspects in terms of that science).

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I don’t think I want sex in a relationship as much as I just want intimacy. Just head rubs, rubbing their back, and sitting on the couch and cuddling while watching animal planet. just soft things , I just would love to have a soft intimate moment, no sex involved just head rubs and stuff.

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Sometimes i feel like my trauma isnt even real

*tw mention of sh and suicide*

because i was an atheist at a young age

i was raised christian

but i dropped it very early on. and my family is methodist which is one of the nicer branches of Christianity.

But i went to Baptist school for a year. had to listen to both them and my incredibly christian grandmother condemn me. The school kicked me out because at the time (i was pretransition keep in mind) i was dating a girl.

That year was a living hell. I was told i was going to hell. that being lgbt wasnt natural. that if you believed in evolution you were a moron. They had this sick, cultish attitude. I remember that in one class period, we learned about the different beliefs of how old the earth is. My teacher then went " and how old do we all believe it is?" and they all answered the same answer in unison. No debating. No actual talk about others opinions. Just- we believe THIS! and if you don't, you arent one of us!

I had to put on a fake smile that whole year. The only reason i was at that school was because i had tried to kill myself the previous year. My mom thought a smaller school would help me manage my horrible anxiety. I didnt want to let her down. i would sit and do my bible homework and sob. I would doodle on my verse memorizing sheet because i hated the verses but knew i had to read them to pass the quiz. I would never actually read the bible in class when the teacher told us to. I felt so disgusted by it. So worthless. And i couldnt tell anyone. I remember relapsing into sh pretty badly on my arm one day. Our gym uniforms had short sleeves so my fresh cuts were out to the public. No one noticed. I know damn well people knew what they were. 1 girl asked me what happened and i lied and said i was scratching myself from an allergic reaction. It was quite obviously not the case. but no one cared. They didnt care that i was obviously hurting.

Now, ill scroll through religious trauma posts on here and see how people had been brainwashed since they were children. how they feel in peril like the apocalypse is going to happen. and i doubt myself. i doubt how real the trauma was. i feel like im making it seem worse than it was.

But the other day, my dad and i drove to the store. I sat in the car, people watching, and i saw a girl from that school drive by. She was extremely religious and loyal to god. It wasnt super bad, but i zoned out and listened to my music until my dad got back. Then, we stopped at a gas station right in front of the school. I started fidgeting and all i could think about was the pain it caused me. leaving the gas station, i experienced horrible sensory overload and started stimming out of anxiety. When we got home i actually forgot how to open the door until my dad yelled at me to cause he was carrying heavy bags. When he apologized for yelling, i choked on tears trying to tell him why i was acting so strange.

Moral of the story children, you don't have to be an ex evangelical Christian to have religious trauma. you dont have to be an ex christian. you dont have to even have ever agreed with what christians stand for.