#Also IDK if I could even go to a doctor and ask about AWS and have them know what that even is

[artkaninchenbau]

An AWS comic

[dazais-guardian-angel]

went to my first con in 4 years on Friday to meet Kaiji Tang and got a Dazai autograph + video recording of him reading to me. He was the sweetest person (as I knew he would be) and interacting with him was lovely, but also at the same time oh boy it sure was an extremely stressful, ugly wake-up call of what it feels like to live in a world now where everyone around you has blissfully moved on from covid and can enjoy things normally and happily, while you'll forever be trapped in a hellscape of perpetual fear 🫠🫠🫠

[harrysmimi]

Okay okay soooooo this is my request. You totally do not have to but I thought it was cute. So Harry is himself and YN is a teacher at an art teacher at a school and he comes to visit them and the kids react to them being a relationship with himmmmm👀

Also I love your writing and I think you’re amazing❤️❤️

Idk about art that much. But music counts as art as well. Hope you don't mind.

Lunch Time

Synopsis: One where YN's students are shocked to see her husband (WC 1365)

More of my work

"Oh my god! Ms. YLN, Harry Styles literally has the same jumper as you!" Mary, one of YN's students exclaimed as soon as she walked in.

"Oh my— that's literally the same thing!" John, the other one from the very corner of the classroom.

YN was a highschool Music teacher, she was a big part of the art department of her school. All students loved her for some reason she never can pin point.

Today she wore one of her husband's jumper, a old brown one with green designs on the hem and the above the cuffs of the sleeves. When she originally picked it out of her husband's side of the closet she never thought it was something he wore in public where he was pictured.

She's been having symptoms of common flu lately after she visited her mum who had flu as well. Her husband being away on a tour from past six weeks. Though he's returning home later today she still felt the meed to put on one of his jumpers. They are soft, they're warm and they smell like him even though they've been washed.

She could not take few days off as she had already taken all her paid leaves to go see her husband at his Manchester shows. She needed that money to pay off her students loans.

YN never in a million years thought her students, who are bery obviously her husband's hardcore fans to recognise his clothes. It wasn't her first time wearing his clothes to work, that's all she wears om days she doesn't feel like dressing up.

"Oh thank you Mary, it's a gift." YN said. "Okay class settle down now." She began with her class her music history lessons. Taking a small five minutes break to go bring her water bottle she forgot at her office like an idiot.

Just as was about to leave her office, she got a text from her husband. He was coming home early when she told him a yesterday that she was starting to feel sick. He'd seen her be sick just once and it was just awful. He took the first flight home immediately after his show last night from France, which was very late in his opinion.

Mister⭐

- Hiya my love.

- I just landed in London

- Will bring your fave lunch today and we can go see a doctor.

- I love you so much! xx

It warmed her heart to see that. She sent him her lunch time.

- Yes, please.

- I'll ask later if I can take rest of the day off.

Mister⭐

- Yeah, do that baby.

- See you soon!

YN went back to her class but dismissed them early to move onto her next class with her headache boring holes into her skull from inside out. Again she had her students pointing out her jumper.

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"How is Mrs. Styles doing?" Harry asked as soon as he stepped into her office with a bag of food from her favourite place, he carefully placed it on her desk.

It had been over a good six months of them getting married and he's still obsessed with her calling that name, especially since she had been so adamant about wanting to take up his last name. He's smitten like a little baby kitten.

"I took a painkiller for my headache but I think I still need to sleep on it." She explained, getting up from her chair and metting him halfway around her desk to take upto his welcoming hug.

"Yeah? We'll go home soon, okay?" He caressed her hair feeling her shake her head in agreement to him. "Gimme a kiss before we eat and I take you to go see doctor."

"I'm sick, don't want you to get sick." She lifted her head up to look at him.

"I literally won't get sick." He counter and got his kiss, smearing his lips onto her.

"We can actually go now, I already talked about taking a sick leave for the rest of the day and tomorrow." She shared.

"We can eat first, I know you skipped your breakfast." He made her sit down and eat as he talked about the shows she misses, which were all of them except for the London and Manchester shows. About the One Direction shirts someone threw at him which he brought with him, the other one he saved for her. Just as she was about say something, there was a knock on her door.

"Ms. YLN do you mind if I come in?" It was Mary, from the class earlier.

YN's head shot to look at her husband who looked completely unphased chowing down his noodles with his best chopsticks using abilities.

"What?" He shrugged.

"She's your fan!" She whispered. Having him caught off guard.

"Go on, I don't mind." Was his answer to her surprise.

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Come in, Mary." YN called but not before taking another glance at Harry.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt your lunch time, Ms. YLN, I needed help with this assignment that—" the girl with blue dyed hair was completely froze to surprise seeing someone at her professor's office she never could have expected. "Oh my god!"

Harry actually chuckled earning a glance from his wife though he had his shy kode switched on there, "What do you need help with, Mary?"

"I, uhhh... I actually forgot..." She stuttered looking back and forth between the couple, printed notes in her hands, "this, this assignment— I'll come in tomorrow."

"No it's alright, I'm taking a day off tomorrow." YN shared, "don't want your assignment to be delayed."

"Oh— okay." She gulped nervously.

YN went back to her chair behind the desk and had her students doubts cleared up. Though it took her long time to realise she probably did not get a thing.

"Email me your doubts, I'll and refer to the sites I recommended." YN said, writing down a couple of referrals for online sites. "It's okay, you can talk to him."

"Oh my god, Harry! I'm such a huge fan!" Mary bursted out pointing at her Fine Line hoodie.

"Thank you so much." Harry smiled shyly.

"Can, can I ask for a picture?" Mary asked but regretted it as soon as she spoke.

"Actually do you mind if we don't? I can write you up a note." Harry suggested instead.

"That's totally fine! Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" She freaked out.

"It's alright." Harry assured her. YN smiled and handed him a pen and her sticky note pad. Harry scribbled a sweet note for the girl and signed it for her. "Thank you."

"No, thank you so much." Mary smiled accepting the note Harry gabe her.

"Mary, please don't tell anyone just yet about this if you can." Harry spoke. "Maybe wait for a few days.

"Yeah, no I won't. I really won't." The girl was freaking out, she waved at him before leaving.

"She won't tell anyone Harry, don't worry." YN assured him getting back on her previous seat next to him.

"You think so?"

"I know so." She affirmed, "I've known her for quite a long time now. She's one of the nicest students I have."

"I'm gonna take your word on that." He smiled.

"Oh, and I got my new professor's ID today." YN reached for the ID kept on her desk face down. It had her name changed on her to Prof. YN Styles which had Harry smirking.

"Still won't be able to fathom we're actually married!" His cheek muscles ached from smiling so much in the moment seeing the ID card.

"Neither can I." She chuckled.

They'd known each other for only a year when he proposed and they got married a few months later. It wasn't rushed. But it was still surreal.

Harry was still anxious about Mary trying to post about their little interactions but she didn't. Harry never saw anything on the internet about them. He was relieved to say the least.

YN students liked her enough to not talk shit about her. Plus they needed their good grades to pass out of school.

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[multifanderwrites]

Anakin Skywalker x Autistic!Reader (Well… Technically Writer) Headcanons

(This will have been sitting in my drafts for a long time. By the time this is posted, the writers and actors strikes will be over. Hopefully, everyone is paid fairly!)

TW: Mentions of ableism (ANAKIN IS NOT THE PERSON BEING ABLEIST! TRUST ME: HE’S THE OPPOSITE), some very explicit asking for consent about kissing (why this is a trigger, Idk)

A/N: This really, really got away from me. This might actually be way longer than the Eleventh Doctor HCs. I honestly debated whether or not to just incorporate Earth stuff into this, but I decided against it because I’m already doing that with the Mixiverse. More on that later. Also, I’m drawing from even more personal experiences. 😔 It’s kind of how I cope.

Part two (NSFW. As always, MDNI)

You’re not like other people. You know that much. And that’s exactly what attracts the Chosen One to you

Much like himself, you express yourself in ways that are entirely different from others. Hell, you even express yourself much differently than the Jedi!

When Anakin meets you for the first time, it’s when he’s still a padawan learner. He’s immediately smitten by you. He loves talking with you about the things that interest you, and how similar you sound to him whenever he’s talking about mechanics.

He’s devastated when he learns that you come from a planet where people like you aren’t treated equally. It’s why your family took you to Coruscant in the first place: so you could be in an environment that fostered being different as a good thing.

Although Anakin knows nothing about autism, he’s willing to learn more. The more he learns, the more he comes to realize that he loves you. Not because you’re on the spectrum… but because you’re a lot like him. You’ve been put under pressure since a young age, and yet you’ve proven yourself time and time again.

Whenever you two go on an adventure- when Anakin has the opportunity, which is pretty rare- you find yourself falling for him too. But you’re terrified to confess your feelings because you know he’s training to be a Jedi, and you don’t want to get in the way of his dreams.

But when he tells you that he loves you… it feels like the world has collapsed. You wonder what you did wrong. And you make the mistake of asking that question out loud… in front of Anakin Skywalker, the boy who’s madly in love with you.

His heart nearly breaks in half when he hears you ask that question. To him, you can’t do anything wrong. He believes you’re the most perfect person in the galaxy. Anakin tells you exactly that, but it sends you deep into a state of overwhelming anxiety. You feel instantly afraid of being a burden on his life as a Jedi.

“You’re not a burden. Not to me. Not to your parents. Not to anyone,” he says, his voice soft as velvet thunder. [yes, I made a reference to B99. And what?]

“But your dream is to be a Jedi,” you sob.

“Why does that matter, Y/N?”

“Because you can’t have attachments!”

You’re overwhelmed now, and Anakin hates it when you get overwhelmed. It’s not annoying. But it definitely feels terrible to see you in such a heightened state of anxiety and frustration and panic.

The tears on your face make him feel awful. He wants nothing more than to take away your pain. He doesn’t like hearing you talk this way. Anakin is suddenly overwhelmed now too, but by something much different: the urge to press his lips to yours. “Y/N, is it okay to kiss you?”

The question is straightforward, simple… and it brings the heat to your cheeks. You’re not sure if you even heard him. “What?”

He can’t help the smile that comes on his face: soft, sweet, and oh so full of love. Love he feels for you. “I asked if I could kiss you.”

“Oh.”

He feels like a little kid when he asks, “Well, can I? There’s no pressure.”

You eagerly nod. And then his lips are on yours. He’s a very gentle kisser. When he pulls back, he smiles at you and holds your face in both hands. “Now, how in the universe could you possibly be a burden if you’re so wonderful, Y/N?”

From then on, you two start a relationship. But it needs to be kept secret. Not because Anakin is embarrassed to be seen with you- quite the opposite, actually. But he’s sworn himself to the life of a Jedi, and attachment is forbidden. That doesn’t stop you two from doing all you can to see each other and spend time together. Whatever that looks like.

On days where you’re feeling depressed, he takes you out to dinner. He makes sure that it’s at a place where you’re able to eat something that doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable, but that also allows for you two to be unrecognizable to patrons and employees… and a place that isn’t too loud or overwhelming for you. That’s challenging but you manage somehow.

When he’s drafted into the Clone Wars, you’re devastated. You barely get to see him as it is, and now he’s going off to war? Top that off with a very secret relationship between the two of you, and the fact that he’s got a fourteen year old padawan now? Why can’t he just be with you?

You completely forget that he’s there. Anakin is right there when you vent out, “He should just be mine!”

To your shock, he agrees. “I wish I was yours too, but I can’t.”

You immediately feel shame. “I didn’t mean it like that, Ani. I’m sorry-“

He hugs you, rocks you from one side to the other to soothe you. The same way your parents would sometimes do for you. Anakin has truly done his research on autism and how best to help you whenever things get tough emotionally.

Oh. By the way, your occupation is in the arts. You have a big bag of art supplies that you carry around wherever you go in case you get inspired by something you see. And Anakin Skywalker is one of your most frequent muses.

So, when you see him sporting that CW hair [not the obnoxious CW variety. I’m referring to the Clone Wars], you’re instantly inspired. And you draw him in action with his lightsaber and that gorgeous curly hair, and you give it to him as a gift when he comes back from one of his missions.

“What could I have done to deserve you?”, he asks before kissing your cheek. He goes on to praise your talent, which you’ve been very insecure about lately.

There are times when you get overstimulated by the world around you. The first time Anakin is present for an instance like that is when he’s taking you for a ride in a speeder.

He’s alarmed at first, but he pulls over quickly to help you.

“What can I do, sweetheart?”, he asks.

“I don’t know. I don’t know. It’s so loud here. I can’t think!”

The instant he hears you say that it’s too loud, he pulls your head towards his chest. Anakin has a tight but gentle grip on your body as he does his best to keep your ears protected from the noise. And he reaches out with the Force, going through your mind to make things a little easier for you as he takes you back to your place.

By the time you get home, you’re mentally exhausted from being so overwhelmed. But Anakin carries you into your room- your mom knows him, and she adores him. She calls him your boyfriend… which is a very scary thing for you and him because he’s absolutely not allowed to have any attachments whatsoever- and he puts you down on your bed.

When you open your eyes, he smiles at you and runs his fingers through your hair. You can’t smile back because you feel embarrassed about getting so overstimulated by everyday noises.

“Y/N, I understand how hard it can be to deal with noise like that. It’s no big deal,” he whispers. The reason he’s whispering to you is because he knows you’re very tired and just want to sleep.

And, after you do all the things you usually do before bed, you fall asleep in the arms of Anakin Skywalker. And even though he has no choice but to leave, he makes sure to leave a note on your nightstand that says “So sorry I had to leave. I would’ve stayed with you all night if I could’ve. But duty calls. I love you. See you soon, my star”. Gosh, what a sweetheart.

Sometimes, Anakin gets very protective of you, especially when he comes across people from your birth planet.

And if he finds out that they’ve- as he so bluntly puts it- “wronged you”… he’s even more protective. He won’t let you out of his sight because he’s terrified of you getting hurt again.

When Anakin crosses paths with a person who was supposed to be your friend, he’s instantly upset with them because he can sense that they didn’t love you as much as they really should’ve. And as much as he’d like to see them in the same pain you suffered, he’s wise enough to know that you wouldn’t want that.

However, he doesn’t let that “friend” get away without knowing the face of the man who loves you more than anything else he’s ever known.

When your birthday comes around, Anakin gives you a new set of art supplies. He knows you very well, and this only proves that.

All in all, Anakin Skywalker is the boyfriend of the century. And come what may, he’ll never stop loving you. Though that might be your undoing… but let’s just assume that he never turns to the Dark Side, shall we? After all, this is a different love story. And who knows? Maybe you foil the plot to overthrow the Republic!

If that’s the case, then hurrah! You and Anakin live happily ever after with four children! (Three sons, one daughter: Luke, Leia, Finn and Poe) Also, Obi-Wan is happy to help. And Anakin welcomes his help because he knows how difficult life can get. Not because of you being on the spectrum… but because this is Star Wars, not Star Domestic Life.

However, if you prefer the original trilogy… then yeah. You’re doomed. But, on the bright side, you know for certain that there is good in Anakin. Your son is proof of that.

But let’s just stay in the reality that has the happy ending.

[gay-dorito-dust]

I know it’s a long task but what about an Adam warlock x you fic that’s a slow burn? Like it’s not immediately obvious that the two like each other.

Might not be what you wanted but I might have to make multiple parts for this but idk. I didn’t want to draw this out too much as I have a tendency of doing so. This could be considered a chapter 1 or a prologue at the very least. 🦦🦝

When you first met Adam Warlock it was when you offered to share your apartment with him temporarily until the reparations to the town, alongside the additional housing for the newcomers of Knowhere were finished. Now at the time you didn’t know what compelled you into offering up your apartment, but you could only assume that you wanted to be a Good Samaritan; seeing as how you couldn’t stand seeing him look so lost and all on his lonesome, swaddled in that insulation blanket of his.

‘He looks and acts like a newborn dawn struggling to find their legs in a life that doesn’t make sense, he needs a helping hand.’ Was what you said when further asked and whilst it was the truth, it was also something you used in hopes that it would put an end to any potential questioning later down the line; After all it wasn’t like you were taking advantage of him, the poor lad didn’t have anywhere to go nor belong to without someone having to tell him where he was supposed to be.

‘Come on Adam, we’re going home.’ You told him and he looked at you with furrowed brows.

‘Home?’ He repeats.

‘Yes, home.’ You replied, holding out a hand out to him, smiling once his hand gripped yours in wordless agreement to return with you.

So needless to say when you brought Adam back home, he was just as lost within this new location then he was before, his golden eyes darting from one corner of your apartment to another with awe and curiosity towards everything that seemed remotely new to him because it was; It seemed to you in that moment that Adam most likely never had the chance to stop and take a breather, which quite frankly made you feel even more sad for the golden being.

‘Nothings going to harm you here Adam.’ You told him when you found him cautiously looking at the vast amount of trinkets you had displayed across multiple surfaces throughout your living room. ‘I’m aware.’ Adam responded shortly. ‘I’m merely curious as to what theses things are.’ He trailed off as he leaned from the waist and made it so his eyes were level with the little fake succulent before reaching a hand out to poke it’s hard plastic leaves, jolting back like a frightened cat as he stared at the finger he touched the plant with; internally wondering why that leaf felt the way it did.

‘Y/n I believe there maybe something wrong with your plant.’ Adam told you. ‘Quick, we must get it to a doctor before it surbcomes to it’s illness.’ Just as he was about to pick up the fake succulent, you grasped his wrist, stopping him in his tracks which only proved to cause confusion within Adam as he looked at you with a look. ‘Why are you stopping me from helping your succulent, if we postpone it’s treatment it could die.’

‘It’s fake.’ You said, ‘the succulent is fake Adam, it’s meant to be like that as it’s made out of a hardened form of plastic so the buyer doesn’t have to provide care for the actual thing it’s based on.’ Adam’s brows furrow deeper. ‘Why would anyone do that, it just sounds like a lazy method as to get out of holding responsibility over something. If you’re not going to take care of the actual succulent, why settle for a fake one?’ He finishes and you shrugged, ‘mainly for decoration, it fills in the empty space when you don’t know what to do with it.’

‘I…don’t think I understand.’ The golden male said, really trying to understand the logic behind it but only to find it all the more confusing. Surely there has to be other decorative pieces that could’ve been chosen instead of a fake placeholder of a succulent you were never going to care for in the first place. ‘It’s okay if you don’t understand, just try not to think so hard on certain things because the reasonings to why aren’t always that deeply convoluted.’ You informed him, gently tugging him away from the fake succulent before he decided to do anything else to it.

‘What’s this?’ Adam then asks as his attention was brought towards an old blue teddy bear with a equally blue bow tie sat upon shelf, causing the breath in your throat to hitch and your blood to run cold, before he could touch it, you were quick to snatch it off the shelf and hold it firmly against your chest, shielding it away from Adam by presenting him him your back. Taken aback by your sudden movements Adam backed away, being fully aware of the tell tell signs of hostility, he knew he had crossed a boundary by bringing attention to the blue bear and upon your reaction, this wasn’t just some blue teddy bear that you kept on a shelf.

You put it there for a reason.

A reason he wasn’t privy to knowing.

Realising what you had done and looking upon Adam’s face, you apologised, ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t know what came over me just then but this bear holds sentimental value and I’d prefer it if you don’t touch him.’ You said as you put the bear back onto the shelf in it’s precious positioning. ‘No, I should be the one apologising y/n. It’s clear that I’ve overstepped a boundary and will make certain that I won’t do it again.’ Adam reassures you, ‘but if I may ask, what’s the history behind this blue bear?’ The question shouldn’t have struck as deep as it did but you found it to be an hard question to answer as you felt a tightness in your throat that made swallowing a difficulty and your hands clam up at your sides. You weren’t ready.

‘All you need to know is that it’s a gift with deep sentimental value and that I treasure it greatly. Now let me show you where your going to sleep tonight.’ was all you said in response and Adam took that as the end of that conversation and decided it best not to pry any further and followed after you.

[doberbutts]

hey so feel free to delete this if its inappropriate/not the right time to share it

i’m a trans woman and (obviously) i can’t get pregnant, but i did get sexually assaulted by some guys trying to show was one of them. and also having an m marker has caused issues with trying to access resources and shit.

idk this isnt the same thing and all but my point is that im standing with u as some random trans woman with vaguely parallel experiences and im sorry to hear its somehow even worse & more likely for some of yall.

I wanr to preface this with a disclaimer, to get things out of the way first.

I am not trying to say that trans women do not experience devastating sexual assaults. They do. Quite often. Though to me, even once is too often. Rape and sexual assault are terrible, awful things. It's horrible that anyone has been made to go through this.

Nor am I trying to say that your M marker doesn't get in the way of things. When it comes to the domestic violence you experience, or the homelessness rates, or a determination of what prison you go to (esp since y'all are more likely to be wrongfully accused and arrested), or the various aspects of your own reproducive healthcare, your agab and gender marker is absolutely used as a weapon against you.

The question was asked for a unique example. Unfortunately, the conversation around reproductive rights is much different for me than it is for you. But it's also much different for me than for cis women and cis men as well. Those without a functional uterus cannot get pregnant. Those who cannot get pregnant are not forcibly married off to be raped until pregnant as a means of detransition and correction. This misogyny we share with cis women.

However an added aspect of that is that if this happens after we've changed our legal documents, an additional layer of transphobia occurs when insurances and doctors see our M or X markers and deny us care out of hand. Now we are stuck with a pregnancy we don't want and constant reminder of what happened to us, or a huge medical bill with devastating financial consequences.

And that's just for those who got out safety- for those who rely on shelters, again the choice becomes detransition for safety at a woman's shelter, or struggle in silence as a man. That, we share with you, though for different reasons.

A unique interection of transphobia and misogyny specifically experienced by trans men was asked for. That is what I provided. Much like how in Crenshaw's essays one could not provide a complete understanding of "because woman" or "because black" because neither would show the full picture of "because black woman", it is not possible to describe this fully as "because trans " or "because man" because the complete "because trans man" must be provided.

I am of the opinion that there is very little "unique" about oppression- mostly that the various points of intersection change its face. In other words, I think trans men share a lot with trans women, and I don't think that's a bad thing. I also think that doesn't disclude something from earning its own name or having its own place to be talked about.

I have hesitated to post those statistics because they can so easily be twisted to say "trans women don't experience these things" or "trans men have it worse". But, a look at the graphs say the first isn't true, it just happens at a statistically less rate. The second, well, I personally don't think it's useful to quantify who has it worse. I once was in that mindset, apologizing to my mentor (an older trans woman) for complaining about my problems because obviously she had it so much worse.

She told me she doesn't like to think about it like that. For her, she would rather be raped than killed. For me, I would rather be killed than raped. Who has it "worse" depends entirely on perspective. Murder and rape are both terrible crimes to be a victim of. Rather than weighing this violence in a scale, more effort should be put into stopping it from happening in the first place. I think she was very wise. I'm lucky to have known her.

I'm sorry that happened to you. I would like to reach across the table and take your hand, to walk forward into the future together. I think we are stronger when united in this world that hates us. You are my sister. We may fight like siblings, but you're still family.

[whentherewerebicycles]

went to the woods at sunset last night with my mom and did a hard sad little ritual of closure that hurt me a lot but also felt like painfully needed closure. we both cried so much I feel dehydrated still but it was good and I’m so glad I asked my mom to come instead of doing it alone like I originally thought I wanted to. I was afraid I’d feel embarrassed and stupid with someone else watching but I just felt so deeply loved and held. then I came home and wrote about it for a long time and read this book on pregnancy loss until late. the book is making me cry too but in a good meaningful way. I feel like the most important thing it’s given me is a clearer understanding of how almost every part of the loss was made more acutely distressing and difficult to grieve by the way doctors and techs talked to me and about me with each other in my presence. my surgical team was good and took the time to say they were sorry this was happening to me but leading up to that there was just so much casual thoughtless cruelty that I’m sure no one intended to be cruel but made me feel so, so bad and empty and alone, like I wasn’t even a person. like I will never for as long as I live forget the feeling of being hunched over in the table in the dark undressed from the waist down with tears streaming down my face under my mask right after the radiologist confirmed the diagnosis, and then the tech turning to put something away and telling me in the brightest, most excited voice that in ten years of doing ultrasounds she’d “never seen a live one before!”, which was how I learned that the baby had a heartbeat. but then I will also never in my entire life forget the other ultrasound tech, who was the one person in that entire awful prolonged experience who called it the little baby instead of the adnexal mass or the ectopic and who asked me if I wanted to see it and then sat with me in silence for a long, long time so I could look at the screen for as long as I needed to. I really deeply get that this is politically complicated territory where as a medical professional you don’t want to assume that the pregnancy was planned/wanted or that someone is experiencing the loss as a loss or that the person feels like the baby was a baby, but as my sister pointed out, everyone involved knew that I had gotten pregnant after multiple cycles of IUI and no one does that unless it’s a badly wanted pregnancy. idk the book has all these quotes from other women where they describe things I also heard doctors saying to/about me and they share how small or alone it made them feel and it’s just making me feel this weirdly intense sense of relief like oh ok I get it. this was always going to be hard and fraught and sad but if people had been just a little more sensitive or careful with their words or attuned to me as a suffering human being it could have been clean grief from the start instead of grief all twisted up in shame and embarrassment and feeling like I wasn’t even supposed to feel sad.

there isn’t a silver lining to all of this, it’s just a hard sad thing that happened to me and that I am finding a way to live with. but during that second awful ultrasound, the one that made me feel so empty and lonely, I remember lying on the table staring up at the ceiling just thinking and praying that if this thing had to happen to me that it would lead me towards deeper compassion, that it would in time make me a gentler, more caring, more open person instead of someone all locked up inside with shame and grief. and I think that in time it will. I feel like at the very least I can be a better friend to the people I love if something like this happens to them. the book talks about how for many people it can be healing to reflect on the positive ways even a brief pregnancy changed you and to think of that as a gift or a legacy that the pregnancy left you with—not like the changes are a consolation prize but just like, it can be very healing to infuse your loss with a deeper sense of purpose and meaning so it feels like it was real and it mattered and it changed you. it was real and it mattered and it changed me. and that is something I will carry with me.

anyway those are just some things I am thinking about this morning. long road long road but I am walking it.

[somecunttookmyurl]

So it’s not the same thing at all but I am also currently dealing with a ridiculous medicine-and-bureaucracy problem and I have no idea what I’m gonna do about it, so I feel your pain.

I got laid off in May and I just started a new job, but the benefits haven’t kicked in yet and won’t for a few weeks. I’m not clear on the exact date because I technically didn’t work full-time hours for the first two weeks during training and the offer letter has kind of vague wording about that. Meanwhile, my prescription for birth control needs to be renewed and I can’t go to my doctor because I’m currently on Medicaid, the awful government insurance that covers nothing, and fsr my doctor’s office doesn’t take it even though just last year their website specifically said they DO and I picked them out specifically because it said that (my bf has had Medicaid for years and I wanted us to have the option to go to the same place, that’s why I know this even though I had better insurance at the time). But I couldn’t find that page and I messaged her office to confirm and they basically admitted it had been a lie.

Anyway I really really like my new doctor and I don’t want to make my appt anywhere else. I spent so long picking out a doctor last year and it was the first time I was actually able to do that myself instead of one being assigned to me in one way or another.

But I only have enough pills for the next three weeks and I just KNOW even if I do get onto the new insurance before I run out, there’s no way it will be processed in time for me to actually make an appt and then pick up the prescription. (I can’t even BOOK the appt without proof of insurance.)

(I think I recently heard something or other about a new OTC birth control pill, and I haven’t looked into it yet but I’m not sure if it’s even available yet or sold near me if so. But even if it is, idk how to tell if it’s similar enough to mine that I can just switch over to it for a month with no problems. I would just ASK MY DOCTOR, but this is America and I can’t even do THAT without the right insurance.)

In THEORY I could go a month without and just be super careful, but I have no idea if that’s safe or what effects it could have or if I’d need to time it a certain way when I started up again.

Universal health care NOW.

girl i have universal healthcare and bureaucracy still finds a way to fuck with me none of us are safe

but if you're wondering it's perfectly fine to start and stop the birth control pill whenever you like. you just won't be protected from pregnancy until you take it for 7 consecutive days again

if you start it right at the beginning of your cycle it's 5 days but any other time it's 7 so really it doesn't matter just start it whenever and give it a week

(if you just happen to randomly miss a day then you should equally be careful for the next 2-3 days just like in general. psa for anyone who didn't know)

[anauro]

Hi roc! Remember when i sent you that super long ask about regulus? And how his ignorance towards some of james' needs when he gets pushy about his textbook knowledge and limited experience was super realistic? Or how evem as a healthcare professional, he still couldn't quite help but judge james?

Yeah, i reread dass again and it never fails to get me good. Like him trying to substitute james' craving with paracetamol (lol) and having james get anesthesia that he was already told might not work properly for him. How it just feels like regulus never really got to understand how awful withdrawal is.

Yo, life really be like that. Doctors really be like that too. And it seemed like you were intentional with it -- i lov u so much for that ☕💛. I think you were really honest about it.

I wanted to ask if we'll ever get to see him go back on some of these stuff, or if he gradually gets to understand/learn about addiction -- how it's like, the care addicts need, treatment unique to them, and just offer care on a more nuanced basis from his experience with the marauders.

Hi babe! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

Yes ofc I remember, how could I ever forget!

I think with the paracetamol Regulus actually did want to help in only way he could, rather than dismissing James per se. But also he really did not like him at all back then, knew how uncomfortable James was and didn’t really care beyond his job-related empathy level. Idk, maybe he even felt a bit happy James felt so rubbish? He’d never admit it to himself tho. I think we can partially understand why he felt this way, because after all James was nothing much but a stranger, far from ideal roommate and was invading Regulus’ personal space, making him uneasy in his own flat. We as readers know James is amazing, Regulus didn’t and could have just left James to suffer without offering the little help he could give.

Now with the anaesthesia it’s a slightly different story. I originally planned for Regulus to be right and wanted to show how the dentist treated James worse when he found out he’s an addict. And then Regulus getting defensive cause ain’t nobody treating his Jamie this way. It was only when I did further research that I learnt the dentist was actually right lmao. So I decided to change the story a bit, keeping Regulus’ initial intentions the same (he really just wanted James to be pain free as soon as possible), but making the outcome different… just to show how horrible patients doctors are and a bit of the cliche “oh, I’m a doctor, I’m a god, I can’t ever be wrong”.

As to your question, yes and no. Regulus will ultimately learn all that jazz, but he will get things very wrong first. Like, you can already see how in his mind he’s trying to dismiss James’ addiction, almost persuade himself that that issue is no longer relevant… you will see some more of that in the new chapter actually. I think for the biggest part, it’s regulus making excuses for his own poor judgment and inviting a newly recovering addict to bed. Like, Regulus is not an idiot and it doesn’t take a genius to realise this is a bad idea. Just cause James was able to minimise or downplay his problems for a little while doesn’t mean he’s now fully recovered and all is lovely jolly. And Regulus knows how things went with Sirius, this is very much not his first rodeo with withdrawals. So yeah, he will get better eventually, but it will take him a while.

Hope this answers your question and sorry for the ramble! Always lovely to hear your thoughts 🥰

[my-castles-crumbling]

hey!

i need advice (i think?).

how to get it inside my family's unbelievably thick head that I CAN NOT CONTROL THE FACT THAT MY JOINTS ACHE.

sorry for the yelling but legit i have two (TWO!!) doctor diagnosises, as in two different conditions BOTH which make my joints hurt. to the point where when im taking my exams (mind you i have my GCSEs in a MONTH) i have to take a break after every 20-30 minutes to massage my joints or else I'm literally unable to hold the pen.

which causes me to lose time.

moreover, my right hip hurts?? like all the time?? cz i sleep on my right side. (sometimes im limping cz i cant move it)

by the end of the day i cant even hold my phone (im making beaded gifts for my friends for a holiday). like its not like i have like an iphone 15 pro max or smthnf that its heavy. nope my phone is the lightest in the family (its older than my younger brother).

and also sometimes i just get random flares? like yesterday i was going to make brownies and suddenly i couldnt even pick up a bowl🚹. this happened once on my way to a debate competition too where i literally couldn't even lift a paper anymore 😃

when i tell my parents they tell me to drink milk??? like i try but it makes me want to vomit and gives me a stomach ache?? idk why they're even trying to deny it tbh LIKE THEYRE HEREDITARY DISEASES!!!

how to communicate with my parents. pls send help.

(oh yeah btw i found these rings which help with my finger thing so that theres not too much presshre on my joints when im writing and my mother said that it doesnt hurt me enough for me to deserve them. (IM SORRY I FORGOT THE LART WHERE YOU COULD FEEL MY PAIN))

Hi! <3

This sounds absolutely awful, I am so sorry.

I have two main thoughts that might help.

Have you talked to your doctor about talking to your parents? It sounds like you're at the age now where you might be able to call your doctor and request that. It might be that unfortunately, your parents aren't taking you seriously because they still consider you a 'kid,' so a professional might make them see sense.

To go along with that, when it comes to school stuff, since you have an official doctor diagnosis (two of them), you are legally entitled to accommodations. For example, you could get extra time on your tests. I'm not sure how it works in your country, but if the school is given the diagnosis, then a meeting can be requested to give you those accommodations, and you should definitely ask for that meeting!

This is a medical condition and you deserve to be taken seriously. So, (politely) demand that. Talk to your doctor. Talk to your school. It absolutely sucks that you have to do that, but hopefully if you do, you can get the help you deserve.

Let me know if I can do anything to help!

<3

(Also I am naming all the anons who write to me in case they want to write in the future, and I am using a random positive affirmation generator to do so. So I dub thee: incredible anon. Enjoy your free tag!)

[queenofzan]

Period Dysphoria

The worst thing about estrogen puberty for me was by far menstruation. I struggled with the practical aspects of dealing with periods, it wrecked me emotionally most months even though I didn’t actually have significant mood swings or PMS just because I hated it, it made me hate my body, and it felt icky.

So here are some Tips for dealing with or lessening menstrual dysphoria!

Have you tried a different period product?

I know this might sound silly--I hate this thing my body is doing, why would changing how I keep it from being an awful mess affect how I feel about it?--but it turned out a lot of my dysphoria was triggered by some of the specific sensations of it. I resisted tampons for a long time because of anxiety about TSS, but the first time I used a tampon (bc I started unexpectedly, asked all the girls around me for pads, and no one had any, but someone did have tampons, and it seemed like a better option than. stuffing a wad of toilet paper in my underwear and calling it a day) I was astonished to find that my dysphoria was much better.

There were things I didn’t like about tampons, but overall my periods were much less awful when I started using them. It also let me pinpoint what the sensations that triggered my dysphoria were, and determine that I would almost certainly get even better results using a cup. So I bought a cup and voila! All my period dysphoria and a bunch of the practical problems I had were effectively eliminated.

Cups have their own drawbacks, and definitely might make your dysphoria worse if it’s more general than mine is, but my point is actually consider giving other period products a try. If it doesn’t help, at least you know now. And it might be useful in helping you figure out what would help.

I stuck with pads for a long time because I figured nothing would help and pads seemed ~safest~

Birth control that stops periods

This was pretty new when I was a teenager, and people (including my mom) were kind of scared and fear-mongery about it...even though people had been using traditional birth control pills to lessen or skip their periods for decades.

It is not unhealthy to skip your periods! 

I mean, if your body is doing it and you’re not on birth control or HRT, it might be a sign something weird is going on. But doing it on purpose is fine!

Even if you’re not out or don’t want to talk to your parents or doctor about being trans, you might be able to get this! People are often sympathetic to the idea of periods being inconvenient. Talk about the practical difficulties--complain about bleeding through your clothes or sheets and having to do extra laundry, complain about cramps, complain about irregularity and needing a more reliable cycle!

Besides pills, there’s also the implant, which is available in the USA and Canada (and may be available in other countries, idk). In the USA it’s called Nexplanon, and it’s what I used before I got on testosterone.

Most birth control methods that stop periods don’t do it 100% reliably, but I had much shorter and easier periods even when they showed up.

The implant also has the advantage of not having the same kind of side effects as birth control pills, which might feel “feminizing” and make dysphoria worse.

Sleep on a towel

This might also be silly, and might have more to do with anxiety than dysphoria, but one reason I felt like shit during my periods in high school was how much I worried about leaking in the night and getting blood all over my bed, so I got terrible sleep, which makes everything worse.

Get yourself a ratty old towel (or a black one!) and sleep on it!

Personally I found any discomfort from the towel being less comfy than my sheets was FAR outweighed by the peace of mind that I was not going to get blood on everything.

If the towel is super uncomfortable, maybe you could try a dark-colored sheet, or even a waterproof liner/sheet!

Seriously I cannot begin to explain how much this simple thing that felt like cheating or some kind of life hack made my periods so much easier to deal with!

Talk to other people who menstruate about their experiences

I know this one can feel weird and uncomfortable, but it really helped me.

You probably know this, but most people with vaginas do not know a whole lot about them. We are given very minimal and warped information about what looks, feels, and acts normal. Stacking dysphoria on top of the extremely understandable shame a misogynist society tries to instill in people can make things extra difficult for us!

Talking to cis women who did not feel suicidal during their periods helped me realize maybe my period dysphoria was in fact serious!

Talking to other trans people about their experiences made me feel way less weird and alone!

You are not the only dude who has a period, or non-binary person who has a period! Slightly over half the human population menstruates for a significant chunk of their lives; that includes and has always included trans people.

If it isn’t too alienating/upsetting for you, reading feminist literature like Our Bodies, Ourselves and Cunt can be a great source of actual information from other people with vaginas about what is/isn’t normal for vaginas.

Generally speaking, if it’s not uncomfortable or distressing...it’s normal.

That still doesn’t mean you have to like it! You can have a perfectly healthy and typical body and still be unhappy with it because it’s not what you want!

I spent a long time suffering during every period. Now I’m on testosterone and don’t have periods at all, which rules, but I did manage to effectively eliminate period dysphoria before I even started T. It might not be as effective or possible for you, but it’s also important to remember:

Just because you can’t completely eliminate the problem doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have as easy of a time as it’s possible for you to have! Even if you can’t completely eliminate your period dysphoria, having less dysphoria or less anxiety about your period is worth it! Feeling less bad about yourself is worth it!

It’s not a zero-sum game where your options are Dysphoria Hell and Absolutely Dysphoria Free! Having a slightly better bad time is, well, better than having a terrible time. Just because none of these things are likely to Fix Everything doesn’t mean it’s not worth giving it a shot.

(And I mean, maybe you’ll get lucky like me, and it turns out something you thought was all-encompassing is actually a very specific trigger you can avoid. You don’t know if you don’t try!)

[hadeantaiga]

Henlo hope you're having a great weekend! So uhm in case you're in any time up for more breaking down of terf/radfem bullshit I have some particulary awful receipts 👀

(Comparing being trans to BIID and Amputation Fetish??)

https://www.tumblr.com/sowhatnotcreative/721208090257735680

(Calling men these souless and horrible creatures over her own prejudices 🙃)

https://www.tumblr.com/sowhatnotcreative/721277805260914688/

(Unironically calling up for "Androcide" or at the very least for Matriarcal Totalitarism as the only means to "escape" the patriarcy)

https://www.tumblr.com/sowhatnotcreative/721036955767439360

(Literally straight up calling/implying gay/bi men as a whole are inherent pedophiles over annecdotal shit "But It's OKAY Gurls it's not because they're queer men it's becuz they're MoIdS 🤓")

https://www.tumblr.com/sowhatnotcreative/721026890468589568

Also as a little last note so this doesn't end in a negative note: this one Terf i'm taking all the post from, is the same one that tried to own Neil fucking Gaiman with a bad faith ask as a horrible misogynist or whatever, and got destroyed beautifully instead lmao

https://www.tumblr.com/thefloatingstone/719857099410128896/

A fun game to play with these is "Do I already have the TERF blocked?"

The answer is yes, I do lol.

So the first link is a lot of fearmongering about "What if kids could identify as amputees and get their limbs mutilated!? Also, anyone with BIID and ALL "trans" people are fetishists!"

There's so much wrong here but first of all, there's nothing wrong with having a fetish. End of statement. If you engage in your fetish in a way where you and anyone else involved comes away from it happy and fulfilled, I do not give a fuck what you're doing behind closed doors.

As for BIID, she didn't mention the outcomes of the two patients who underwent the surgery with that doctor, nor did she mention the outcomes of any other person with BIID who has successfully achieved their goals. I sure as hell can't speak definitively on it either; I've read news articles and everyone in those stories was completely happy with what they'd done to themselves. But that's probably a biased sample group; I imagine anyone who regretted their choices wouldn't be as open to speaking about it.

Basically: there is very little research into BIID because it's so goddamned taboo to even think about, but people who HAVE spoken on it are completely happy with their choices.

This might seem weird to admit but I've had daydreams about going blind or deaf, needing a wheelchair, or losing a limb, and enjoying it, and how I'd live and adapt. I bet a LOT of people have such daydreams, but we're all told it's "gross" and "mentally disturbed" and "mutilation" etc etc, so no one ever talks about this shit.

I also think about voluntary body modification from a sci-fi perspective. If I lived in a cyberpunk world or a future world where cyber limbs were a thing, would I voluntarily go hack off a healthy limb to get a cool robot arm?

Fucking yes I would.

And maybe that's related to my perspective as a trans person who is already completely comfortable with the idea of more "extreme" forms of body modification beyond tattoos and piercings. I don't have any problem with people who get dermal implants or do scarification or who get surgery to turn their ears pointed or who split their tongues, or top surgery or bottom surgery etc etc.

IDK man, my perspective is, it's their body, let them do whatever the fuck they want to it.

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Links #2, 3 and 4 are just her projecting her trauma onto innocent human beings so she can dehumanize them. She should get therapy about that.

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The final link is fucking hilarious and I love Neil Gaiman so much.

[ed-recovery-affirmations]

This is a little bit of a vent so if that’s not ok please just ignore :) tw for mentions of dieting, irrational food fears, and restricted eating

I have suspected BGE, which is inflammation of the brain. (Don’t worry, I’m pursuing diagnosis & have professional help) Earlier this year I went into a huge flare & developed some really awful restricted eating patterns because I was so unwell mentally. BGE causes a lot of irrational fears & a lot of mine center around food; I was afraid to eat and sometimes my brain wouldn’t “allow” me to eat for hours at a time. I’m now on medication that is helping me recover from the flare, and I’m fighting really really hard to recover from the eating disorder. But I’m really frustrated, because my family and friends keep telling me that I should go on a special diet to reduce the inflammation in my body. Logically I know that diet does play a big role in your physical health, and I agree that if I could maintain a healthy diet, it would help my symptoms, including my irrational fears surrounding food. But ironically, one of my symptoms is an eating disorder! And forcing myself to make a huge change in my diet when I’m already struggling to eat in general, doesn’t make sense to me. I’ve explained to them that I’m struggling to eat and that my focus right now is to eat enough food to keep me well, but some of them just keep telling me that I should diet. It’s really frustrating to me and I feel like they aren’t appreciating any of the progress I’ve made. I used to cry every time I ate because it was so hard, and now I eat three meals a day plus snacks and it’s not always the healthiest food, but it’s food and that’s what matters to me. So idk I just wanted to express some frustration about that, hope that’s ok. I love your blog btw!

Hi there. I say this a lot, but I'm sorry it took me so much time to get to this. I hope you've managed to get some answers. I know what hell it can be to have a mystery chronic illness. I also know what hell it can be when you have an illness that exacerbates your eating disorder.

It sounds like your family and friends have some pretty serious boundary issues. I think that, whether or not you have pulled further out of your flare, you need to work on developing some boundary statements to use with these people. These might help them understand more of the risk they cause you when they try to push you toward dieting, but maybe they won't help with that - the point of boundary statements is more to help people understand the consequences of ignoring your personal boundaries.

Perhaps you could consult the professionals you're working with and see if they can help you construct some easy-to-remember boundary phrases you can have handy!

So you could try to start with "You might think it's a good idea to give advice that my medical professionals have deemed dangerous, but I'd request that you didn't."

"I have inflammation in my brain and it's affecting the part that creates fear. Your advice creates more fear and is unhelpful."

"When I want advice, I'll ask my medical team."

But the thing is, it sounds like these people have consistently broken your boundaries before. So what consequences can you enforce in order to remove their access to you when they do this, thus removing their ability to violate your boundaries?

"Dieting and even diet talk is a threat to my condition according to my doctors. If you continue to put my health at risk I am going to stop talking to you."

"If you continue to put me at risk medically I am going to have to spend less time with you."

"I can see that you're trying to help, but you're not listening to me when I say this is unhelpful. I'm going to cut this conversation short now."

Remember, the goal isn't to prevent them from feeling frustration, it's to prevent them from having sufficient access to you to do further harm if they simply cannot understand why their behavior is harmful in the first place. This unfortunately may be an isolating process. Chronic illness will teach you all kinds of painful truths about who actually has what it takes to provide the kind of empathetic, ongoing, unglamorous support that a chronically ill person needs. Best of luck in taking care of yourself and in getting well.

[mikuni14]

Thank you @nieves-de-sugui for tagging me 😘 I've already tried to do it twice, but I'm one of those people who, wearing a T-shirt of their favorite band and asked about the band's songs, can't remember any of them 😄 it's so emabarssing, like "what's your fav BL" me, a BL enjoyer: "blank stare". But I'll do my best! and I'll probably remember what series and characters I could write about 10 minutes after posting

Worst soundtrack / weirdest song choice in a BL I honestly don't pay much attention to music in BL's, as it's mostly pop music, I rely on @troubled-mind who is my guru when it comes to the music stuff in BL series 😎

Most cringe-inducing line (cute) um, recently? Munchkin, but it's probably just bad translation :D

Most cringe-inducing line (actually bad) idk, let me think... uugh..hmmm a lot of the stuff Toh says in SCOY, although I love that show

Most stupid decision made by a character oh gosh, most dramas are made of stupid decisions lol. But there are stupid-stupid reasons that I tolerate and stupid-annoying decisions, that I hate. All "I will keep my beloved in the dark, for his sake" or "I will leave my beloved for years because of some stupid reason", or "this shit could have been solved by 1 (one) honest converstation" stuff falls into latter category. The drama that comes to mind is Step by Step, the characters made so many stupid-annoying decisions. oh wait, I know! I LOVED Ghost Host, Ghost House to death, and then one of them made a stupid decision. I'm not over it to this day 😤

Worst plot line if I have to choose one it's probably White pretending to be Black in Not Me

The most problematic show you've watched I think... Dangerous Drugs of Sex? it's not a series though

A show people love but you find bad people are gonna hate me for this 😬 but it's Not Me, Never Let Me Go, Between Us, Theory of Love or recently La Pluie. There are also series with a very devoted fan base that where just ok for me, like Bad Buddy

A show people find bad but you will defend I don't feel the need to defend my favs 😃 when I like something, I'm happy when others like it too, but when they don't, it doesn't bother me at all. I WILL defend a series, or character when I think they are misjudged or misunderstood though, not necessarily my favs. hmmm, I think Oh! Boarding House is one of my favs, that people probably find mediocre or even boring 😄

A show that is just objectively bad but you enjoyed it that's like 78,24% of my fav series 🥳

A bad show that you kept watching because you were intrigued/fascinated I watch many series just to see how they end, sometimes out of morbid curiosity, sometimes thinking that the ending will make up for something I didn't like. It doesn't necessarily mean they're bad, they just don't spark joy. Spoiler alert: the ending almost never is worth the wait.

A bad show that you kept watching because you were horny ummmm, TharnType? Together with Me?

A bad show that you kept watching because of that one character hmmmm, I suffered La Cuisine for literal crumbs of the side dishes

A bad show that you would still recommend shows that I would recommend are not bad 😎

The character that ruined a show the most ummmmm Phat from La Pluie, Pat from SBS

Most awful character that you hated I agree with @nieves-de-sugui : The fucking ex in Mr Cinderella. Also all characters that should ACTUALLY be in prison, like that guy from TharnType. The doctor and the girl from Together With Me, the bitches from The Eighth Sense

Most awful character that you loved Boston? :D

A character that wasn't awful but that you just don't like in the end, Kawin from GHGH and Woo Tae Kyung from Light On Me

A hero that should have been a villain umm, Theo from Enchante, Jaab

A morally bad character you're into Boston XD

A morally bad character you're not into and you wish people would stop being into people are gonna hate me for this too, but... VegasPete, I mean, I loved BOTH of them before they were together, but their arc was just so stupid and not done well.. I know it's weird but I just like them separately and hate them together so much

The show that disappointed you the most series that started so good but disappointed me in the end, hmmm lets' see: Light on Me, Ghost Host, Ghost House, Never Let Me Go, Chains of Heart

The Worst Show of Them All Because of Your Own Reasons due to personal reasons I think I dislike La Pluie the most 😃

Ok, that was fun, whoever wants to do it, go! 😘

[tachvintlogic]

Hi!!

I’m making a fan theory/HC for a LU fic I’m working on that incorporates some Danny Phantom-esque aspects, and I figured you were like the perfect person to ask about it bc they’re both right in your wheelhouse haha

But do you think it’s reasonable to say that the goop Dink explodes into in LU could be ectoplasm? It’s malleable and permits shapeshifting, and can reform into whole beings even after they’re initially destroyed like Wild destroyed the Darknut in the sunset arc (this is also going off of the concept doodles Jojo drew of wind watching Dark Link reforming out of a pile of black goo).

(Also please feel free to ignore this if it’s a nuisance lol sorry)

Aw, dude, you're not a nuisance! You don't need to apologize!

I have never thought about that, but that sounds so cool! The concept of Dink being a blob of ectoplasm that can reform and infect things (I think the black blood is because monsters are infected by his goo) reminds me of doctor's disorders, Johnny 13's Shadow, or even the clones since they too melt into puddles of goo.

Now I'm thinking about it, what if Dink is a failed clone of Time and is now a partially-destabilized goo-man? He can't keep a form for long so he becomes goo when defeated, but he can reform so long as he isn't hit when enough light magic.

The black blood is all just a part of himself, so he's basically possessing all those monsters which is why they so focused on protecting him.

As for said goo being Danny Phantom ectoplasm specifically, I'm pretty sure that in Danny Phantom, the real is that anything "alive" that's made of ectoplasm can use invisibility/intangibility, and Idk if you want to give Dink that. However, the general concept of ectoplasm beyond Danny Phantom absolutely works.

One thing I would recommend you check out is @floralflowerpower and her post on ectoplasm being a pyscho-reactive substance, aka "mood slime" as Ghostbusters put it.

[whentherewerebicycles]

they gave me kind of a scary talk about being at increased risk of an ectopic pregnancy in the future which I know was just their way of trying to impress upon me the importance of paying close attention to whether I might be pregnant and not dismissing early symptoms of potential rupture. I get that and appreciate it! but also the two OB-GYNs ran me through what future pregnancies would look like in terms of even more monitoring and scanning and labwork than I was already doing and I just started getting really sad. idk I am sure if I do get pregnant again it will be reassuring to know if things are going ok but there’s also this small but real sense of loss there. like I just won’t ever get to experience that period as one of joy or excitement, and I’ll have to put myself and my emotional experience of pregnancy (and potential future loss) even more in the hands of these fucking doctors, whose skill I appreciate but who I could also just throttle sometimes. like today they asked how I’d been doing since the surgery and I said “well honestly physically I’m fine but emotionally I’ve been having a pretty rough time” and I think that made the resident uncomfortable and she just like messed around with my chart for a while and then changed the subject. like ok I’m not asking you to be my therapist I’d settle for just the most basic acknowledgment of my human emotions. and then later the attending came in and looked at my surgical incisions and said “you look great! this is just about a perfect outcome” and I obviously get what she meant, like patient did not die of internal hemorrhage and has no signs of post-op infection, but also like while that would clearly have been the worst case outcome, for me personally losing a pregnancy was easily the second worst case outcome, and so while I am grateful to be alive and not have suffered lasting internal damage or whatever I am also still very much in the grip of some pretty big painful feelings and I wish, again, that they could take a step back from studying the immediate medical issue at hand to look at the person whose body houses that issue. or whatever. like of all the medical professionals I’ve interacted with over the past month the doctors at this facility are definitely the most competent and caring, but even with them I’m just sitting in my car outside the office feeling a sense of muted dread just thinking like great… when I start trying to get pregnant again these are the people I’m going to have to repeatedly subject myself to. blah it’s fine and I think the way I am going to handle it is by trying to just calmly reiterate my humanity, even if it is mostly for myself. like I am proud of myself for saying that I hadn’t been doing that well emotionally, even if it got ignored because the person didn’t know how to respond to it. I get to be a full person with a full, rich, multifaceted emotional life and not just a medical case. you just feel like you have no power because they know everything and they make all the decisions. but I have the power to ask questions and to l express calmly how I am feeling and to spend time after each encounter reflecting on how I felt in that moment, because my human experience matters even if no one is interested in making space for it in a medical context. I get to say that it matters. I get to have feelings about it and I get to compassionately explore those feelings and I get to use those insights to inform how I engage with the slight awfulness of this hypermedicalized experience in the future. blah! blah. on, on, on.