#OOF OUCH MY ORGANS

[the-ichor-king]

uhhh cw for slight tmi- it’s about periods and stuff

I SWEAR MY UTERUS IS TRYING TO FORCE ME INTO LABOR DESPITE ME NEVER HAVING SEX (lmao imagine being a virgin/sar) AND I AM VERY MUCH NOT PREGNANT GFGGHRGGR

[theygender]

I've been on progestin (nexplanon) for my endometriosis for about 9 months now and I haven't had a period since shortly after I started on it, but I seem to be starting one again and I'm kinda concerned bc I'm not sure why it would suddenly come back after going so long without one

I just realized tho. My gf has been on E for about two months now and her body seems to be reacting to it quicker than expected, so she already had her first hormone cycle just recently where she got all the PMS effects and etc. I know menstrual cycles can sync up between afab people who are around each other a lot and that has happened to me in the past... Has my menstrual cycle synced up with my gf's hormone cycle?? Like to the point that it even overrode my lack of period?? Is that a thing???

[picayunepuma]

They should invent a version of a stomache that doesn’t hurt all the time

[flashbic]

4AM Secret du Lorrain rewatch, to cope

[ijltln]

i am once again betrayed by the green tea

[universal-consistant]

sharp

knife. sword. pain. stabbing. headache

[aching-tummies]

Abusing a full belly RP-Starter

Current mood: abusing and tormenting a full belly. What would you do or say? Send me your best responses.

"Oof…mmmph…" A breathless moan escapes my lips as I lean back in my chair, cradling my swollen belly. Rather than a stereotypical and symmetrical swell, it's a bit asymmetrical, the upper left quadrant juts out more than usual. The rock-solid glut sits heavy there--a tell-tale visual cue of just how jam-packed my guts are. "Oooh…nnngh…t-too much." I moan.

Your eyes twinkle from across the table and I hear the sound of your chair scraping as you get up and walk around the table.

"Hur-lp!" I gasp around an aborted, wet belch as my stomach spasms. You grin teasingly at me, palm ominously laying over the crest of my stomach, having come down on my belly with a bit of force--not caring to be gentle.

"Nnnnngh…n-no…n-not there." I moan, hands desperately trying to dislodge your offending palm from the achey swell of my belly. You palm at the unusual swelling in my upper left and the squeezing motions send jolts of pure pain shooting through my tender, over-burdened stomach-organ. The thick contents in my stomach have yet to be digested and feel really weird being manipulated in my belly. Almost like slime in a bag. I squirm in my chair--trapped in the hardwood furniture as your hand applies more pressure, effectively pinning me. An unhappy gurgle sleuces through my guts, almost like the sound of water churning through pipes after a faulty toilet gets flushed. Probably not the best analogy--my guts are screaming--desperate not to feel so clogged up with all that food.

If possible, your grin grows wider and the pressure you apply to my stomach increases. I can't help but moan. Other than the expected softness from flesh, my stomach is rock-hard beneath your palm--overfull and aching.

"O-owww~…d-don't poke it. Ouch!" I flinch as your palming and patting changes into prodding. Three fingers push into the firm swell that is my stomach-organ and I see white before the pressure relents. A singular finger traces nonsense patterns all over my belly, pushing in at random and finding the same amount of resistence all over as it's not just my stomach that's crammed with food. Unhappy, angry, and upset sounds erupt from all over my torso--the prodding and poking only serving to generate more of them.

One would think that burping would make me feel better but what's causing all that pressure within me isn't gas. The few pockets of air stuck in my system are painful, but my guts are too packed to allow the pockets free movement. Every time any one of those pockets gets prodded or shifted by your ministrations it feels like being stabbed. I'm terrified if you manage to consolidate the few air pockets within me. The thought of just how bruised my organs would be if such high-pressure pockets were to barrel through my delicate insides fills me with dread.

[noneorother]

The grand unified theory of Good Omens S2 hangs on - you guessed it - a double meaning (and art). *Part 2*

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5 l The End?

This is major spoilers for season 3 territory. You have been warned. I'm also going to split this into parts because wow, I have so many ✨Clues✨! Come with me on a long and magical journey through time, and trust that I will bring you back to the double meaning of it all very soon.

The second thing that Oofs and Ouches my Bones specifically about the art direction in S2 are the time/place cards. You know, the good old rope and stick cards we all know and love are back in S2E1! - wait a minute...

Oh. Okay. I guess we're going with a huge organ swell happening in the music at the same time as a gothic font. Seems... awfully religious of them. Let's try again. S2E2?

Oh shit. 1950s classic Hollywood biblical epic title cards? Really? Okay. But we've already been to London in 1941 in S1 so surely they would just use the same exact title card as last season because it's the SAME SCENE in S2E4 and-

OH GOD it's a black and white classic horror flick! Be afraid! Cower in fear from the zombies that eat brains. So...I think we're getting a feeling this season that they massively changed up the art direction for the all the Minisode title cards. Except did they? Wait, how did the Resurectionists Minisode start?

That seems... very normal. No crazy "Hollywood" title cards here. And they just punted all the classic rope and stick cards that tell us when and where everything takes place in the whole season?

They did not. Y'all there are TWO competing ways of showing the audience Time/Place going on in the same episodes. One is canonically familiar, and the other is new, and very *hack-esque*. If only there was another reference to classic cinema somewhere in the title sequence of each episode to explain what was going on with these things AHHHHHHH-

(If you haven't watched till the end of the opening credits) There's a dude with a big stick waving something in front of the projector in the booth each episode, and presumably this has an impact on what we see on the literal movie screen projecting bits of the story in front of us. So what do we see in front of us from the projector each episode, exactly?

Well for one, we can certainly see that Neil Gaiman found a really interesting place to put his name in the openings... right over a lot of the fishy things in each minisode is a FUN WAY TO DO LAMPSHADING, NEIL. At this point you're screaming at me "But what does this have to do with the gangsters, and Maggie, and everything else?" My friend, I am here to tell you that I'm starting to get the feeling The Metatron has been adding bits and pieces (not very well, mind you, he's a hack writer) to change the outcome of season 2.

Would you like to see more clues, and the prestige reveal of what the double meaning is? Part 3 right here!

[seven-oh-four]

OOF OUCH OWIEEEE MY ORGANS MY INTERNAL IRGANS

[gaminegay]

Oh nooo oof ....ouch my stomach ... ! Oh wait it's just the mucus lining of my childbearing organ tearing itself off in chunks which will cause intense pain in the coming days. Nothing to worry about

[calebwittebane]

so fucking funny when my brain is like. hey bitch. i see youre going to sleep well heres the thing. im gonna give you some dreams now. picture this. imagine youre staying in a truly bizarre, labyrinth-like hotel thats not even rly divided into rooms, its just like, heres your pile of shit, loose furniture, make yourself at home. anyway theres creatures roaming the place. they can stun you and cause you profound pain. ohh yeah reminder you feel pain in dreams. full sensory experience. remember that. anyway you contact the hotel owner to gently point out a civil engineering safety regulation issue in the building (unrelated to the already mentioned flaws). he seems grateful. it hurts you when you try to speak, btw.

there are, also, flocks of small birds stuck in time, everywhere, dont touch them or theyll crash into what from their perspective is a solid object moving at light speed, and theyll be obliterated. okay so the hotel owner is like thanks for the tip i will get that checked out. Surprise! youre a demon whos been on the run. the hotel owner is your uncle and also a demon hunter whos been Waiting for you. you were supposed to be outside of the solar system, but looks like not only were you paying a visit to earth, you were foolish and arrogant enough to disguise yourself as a human and pull this kind of stupid stunt! well, thats not fucking good.

you dont know what he plans to do, so you do your best to escape His Twisted Hotel Realm. its not easy, but thanks to your ability to fly and to briefly become invisible and able to phase through solid matter, you manage to get out. youre out in the city now. its a Twisted Fucked Up version of warsaw. i mean like Continent Sized. whatever. youre gonna try to get to a train station and then figure out the rest. you take off flying in a direction that seems right.

well, flying is hard. its tiresome. and there are power lines everywhere. get above the power lines level you idiot. oh oops theyre at Every Altitude. gotta make sure you dont fly into them. so dont fly too fast. but you have to maintain a good speed, otherwise youll lose lift. oough oof ouch, you touched some of those wires, that sure hurt! well, this will be an ordeal.

oh geeze! it seems like youve flown into Gargantuan Horrifying Industrial Zone. its the part of the city thats all Mind Bendingly Huge machinery, excavators, pipes, endless fields of moving parts, saws, pumps, i mean theres nowhere to land. theres like, Walking Coal Excavators. walking moving coal plants. huge collapsing exploding structures--everything is so gargantuan, red-hot, horrible and dangerous, theres shit exploding and collapsing all the time. there are fires everywhere. oil spilling. toxic smoke. and of course power lines at every altitude. and enormous moving parts. well good luck flying through this Zone.

oh well! you try. you have powers after all. you try to fly through this Zone. a walking power plant almost crushes you with its incomprehensibly huge, rusty, titan limbs and machinery. maintaining invincibility while flying is Really hard and at a certain level of exhaustion its likely to malfunction, and if it does at a bad moment, youll be obliterated painfully.

well it happens. it hurts. but instead of dying you clip thru the ground into Huge Underground Tunne Network where the workers live and work and navigate the place. you try to hide in storages and unused tunnels and shit, but thing is, due to how Enormous all the shit upstairs is, the whole tthing is like a living organism. when a walking coal plant passes above, the tunnels contract and loosen up and give in, and some of them get squeezed completely. the workers know how to navigate this, but you dont, so you get painfully squished by a contracting tunnel. youre too exhausted to turn invincible.

well you decide trying to blend in is your best chance. best you can do with how tired you are is take the form of a young worker and pretend to be a new guy. some other workers (theyre all like combination coal miners and prisoners) immediately fall in love with you and try to hook up with you. you accept their advances to get information. they tell you about a train line running thru the zone that can take you to the outskirts. next one is tomorrow. you accept that as your best bet. after hours of grueling work and a painful experience all around, you get on the train. its old and falling apart. hard to tell where its going exactly. it breaks down. youre stranded. where are you? you dont know.

ugh! this wouldnt be happening if you werent a demon. which btw other workers figured out that you are. they start drowning you in a bucket of water. you start laughing at them. its not funny. you hurt all over. you want to die, but you never will. youre cursed to live through your own painful horrifying death endlessly, over and over.

also youre 10 and your parents are fighting

[omniblades-and-stars]

writeblr ask game lil late on account of oof ouch my bones: 🛗💬💼 :3c ?

🛗Hit me with a one-sentence elevator pitch. 

Three women from very different walks of life join forces to go up against an organization of incredible power to save a friend, and also each other?

💬Share your crunchiest bit of dialog, include zero context. 

Fuck okay I gotta find some dialogue. I don't actually know what crunchiest is meant to mean here in this context so I'm just gonna share something I like.

Nilea looked at the wound again, and made a harsh clicking sound, "I think it needs to be washed before we seal it up. There are suit fibers stuck in it. Are you okay with that? It'll hurt."

"Already hurts, babe. Light me up," Lou responded through a low, sardonic chuckle.

💼If you’re writing spec. fiction, share what professions your characters would have in the contemporary real world. If your WIP is contemporary, share what professions they would have in a fantasy setting. 

Let's see... Lou would be some sort of tech engineer. That sort of job translates well to contemporary jobs. Nilea would be ... hmmm ... she stopped being a cop and while technically what she does is considered mercenary work it's not really in the spirit of contemporary mercenary or private military companies. She straight up would not do that sort of work. Someone give this woman a job collating data into tables and charts and graphs, she'd love to do that.

Inonsi would still be a thief, probably. Maybe she'd get into scamming cryptobros.

Thanks!

From this ask game here!

[broomsticks]

Day 28: An under-rated fic

Your hair, it’s everywhere

@patriceavril on tumblr and AO3 • 18k, E • Sirius/Mary, Peter/Mary

Sirius hasn’t been sober since Mary’s death – he can’t stand to see the reminders of her in the flat without the dulling effects of Ogden’s. Peter misses his best friend and wishes he hadn’t been too much of a coward to tell her how he felt. They would both do anything to see Mary again, even if it involves a trip to Knockturn Alley and questionable use of Polyjuice Potion.

Rec: oof. so i understand why this doesn't have the highest stats - it's niche pairings, all the warnings and heavy topics, and it comes near the end of a long multi-series and multi-story universe - but i do adore patrice's maraudersverse! there's typical romcom dorky jily, there's wlw dorlene (with a twist), and what could so easily be a melodramatic love triangle sirius/mary/peter is so well written that.. it's not, not at all. mary has such character and personality that i really feel for peter -- she'd never choose him, and i adore their friendship. and this is such a good two-part character study of how both of them react and cope with her death (in the previous series), and it's. not good. it's so good. ouch ouch ouch.

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43740264

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[dracolizardlars]

Today I have bones but fucking ouch oof my chronic pain is really bad today feels like I'm being stabbed right below the waistline. Hope this doesn't make my first-ever cervical screening ("pap smear") tomorrow more painful :) (I and my doctors have no idea whether my pain is caused by my urinary or reproductive organs)

[roosterbox]

Well. Well well well.

It’s December 14th, 2022.

And, I don’t know if you know this, but today is an important anniversary. What is it, you may ask? Don’t fret - I will tell you.

It’s only the ten year anniversary of the publication of my favorite Arthur/Eames fic of all time! And, having read it several times throughout those ten years, I have a lot of things to say about it. So sit back and relax as I wax poetic on this amazing fucking story. Cheers!

(It should go without saying but, spoilers!)

Emotion. Let’s start there, because it might be the hardest to quantify in any sort of simplistic way. The first third or so of the story, mainly set up until you get to the real MEAT, is just a building lamentation of a relationship so far out on the rocks it’s practically lost at sea. And it hurts, man. Not only because A/E is one of my forever ships and I’ve read so many happy fics of them over the years, but also because it feels real. Not contrived in any way.

And emotions segues nicely into my next point: characterization. Simply, it is on point. Their issues and arguments are very real too, and seem to come from places of genuine hurt, but also deep love. Neither one is right or wrong. That moment when Arthur articulates one of his deeper hurts - that despite his best efforts to be a good partner, Eames still pulled away from him - oof. Almost an actual physical pain in my heart. Fanon!Arthur has always been incredibly relatable to me, and seeing/reading him being so vulnerable? Ouch, but in the best way.

As for the plot, and tropes therein, it’s a real keeper. One of my absolute favorite types of stories, particularly romantic stories, are the ones of relationships repaired, set anew, but not forgetting what came before. I call it ‘relationship kintsugi.’ Kintsugi, if you don’t know, is the art of repairing broken pottery with gold lacquer. The bowl (or cup or plate) is fixed up to work good as new, but the cracks are still visible. And one could argue that the reminder of previous breaks only strengthens the overall shape of the pottery. In the relationship version, it’s the idea that no matter the fracture, there’s always a chance to build it back up. Build it up, but leave the gold lines to remind yourself that you don’t want to go back to the same relationship you had before - you want it to be better (which is pretty much an exact quote from Eames in this story). And of course, setting it at Christmas time and New Year, traditionally a time of togetherness and new beginnings, is just the icing on an already delicious cake.

One more thing I appreciate about the plot is its pacing. No element feels rushed or misplaced. From their initial argument, to their gradually increasing intimacy, to their first post-breakup kiss, to their lovemaking, to the ending. It’s believable at every step of the way. And the slow build up makes the eventual catharsis of the above moments almost explode off the page.

Some other personal favorite moments for me:

When Eames first calls Arthur after getting snowed in. Arthur, still feeling raw and hurt both from their argument/break up and from thinking Eames has been cheating, wonders aloud if Eames doesn’t have ‘somewhere else’ he could stay (obviously thinking about his lover); Eames’ answer is a quietly confused “uhhhh no?”

The initial hashing out of their issues. The entirely necessary purging of razor-sharp emotions that leaves both in a heap on the floor, especially Arthur.

“There was never anyone else - it was always you, Arthur.” And any other time Eames makes it crystal clear that no matter what, he wants no one else.

The exchange of meaningful gifts, that leads to two very important kisses.

The tiniest of tiny details, like Eames’ love of peach yogurt. Now, whenever I see that flavor, I think of this story.

The small moments that lead them to sharing a bed again at last (though at that point, only for literal sleeping together).

“Can I take you to bed, my love?”

The ending. I’m spoiling a lot of this fic, but I’m not spoiling that. Tremendous.

I think I might have said all I needed to say. Or all I could say. Articulating feelings is hard for me sometimes. And when the feels are particularly strong, doubly so. Hence why I hardly ever leave comments on fics - it’s not that I didn’t love the fic, it’s just that I have no earthly idea what to say. So if the ending to this little essay feels at all abrupt, now you know why. Put simply, I adore this story. It’s everything I could ever want in a romance - established relationship (but one that feels new thanks to being rebuilt), realistic emotions, characters being expanded upon far far more than anything in their canon universe, a slow burn that never lingers too long, and of course, a highly cathartic happy ending.

It’s as perfect as fanfiction can get, and it’s my unequivocal and inimitable favorite Inception story of all time. I can’t believe it’s ten years old today. If you haven’t already, please give it a read.

(side note: I hope I haven’t thoroughly embarrassed the author by being a tad overzealous in my love for this fic! If so, I apologize; ten years is a long time for me to build up appreciation for your skill, my friend.)

[a-sentient-cup]

bones are the objectively most funny organ

You know what? Yeah. Glad to see someone saying what it is too. An organ system

All characteristics of an organ: made of different cell types (ex osteocytes and osteophages, and hematopoietic cells which reduce in most bones in lieu of fat storage as a human ages) and an intercellular matrix (the actual BONY PART, and collagen in the cartilage and holding the bones together)

Imagine having rocks inside you (calcium phosphate)

Remember to drink your bone hurting juice so you can say oof ouch my bones