#menstruation mention tw

[lokh]

periods back. after 3 short years

[parameddic]

cramps should be illegal. that's the take

[causalitylinked]

If you happen to be AFAB, please don’t ask Akira to buy you any menstrual products, especially pads, while you’re on your period, because I can guarantee you that once he reaches the store, he’ll call you on his phone and be all like, ‘Hey, what is the size of your pussy?’

Like, I wish this was crack, but with Ami being only 10 years old and his aunt probably never asking him to buy them for her in the first place, I truly doubt this grouch knows the female anatomy that well, to the point where he’ll understand what ‘pads for a heavier flow’ really means. Why, as Rae had previously pointed out, Akira could be classified as a himbo; therefore, you could say he wouldn’t be the most... intelligent boyfriend.

[astralanthropologists]

So you’ve established that faerie pregnancies are two years long, and that faerie genetics are dominant traits when they mate with humans so mixed species children are far more faerie than human. This works out fine with riona and bones, because riona is full faerie and has the capacity to carry that type of pregnancy. But what about the reverse with a female human and a male faerie? Human bodies weren’t designed for 2 year pregnancies, and giving birth barely a third into your pregnancy certainly isn’t compatible with life for human babies and I can’t imagine faeries either. So is it a thing where male faeries with a female human partner know they have to use contraceptives because any fetus with a faerie dad and a human mom will die upon it’s very premature delivery, and the only faerie human hybrids are from faerie mothers?

So, part of this is due to wing development. I took some inspiration from bats, as the only winged mammal, for the length of the pregnancy.

The total pregnancy is 96 weeks, so that comes out closer to 22 months vs 24 months. This is what I have written for pregnancy:

"The pregnancy lasts for 96 weeks, as this gives the faeries time to develop in the womb, especially their wings. Their wings take a lot of development, as there are extra bones, muscles, and ligaments that need to be formed, mostly in the attachments in their shoulder blades. The wings need the most time to develop, and the development of the wings takes up most of the later portion of the pregnancy.

A faerie can safely give birth anywhere after 55 weeks. The child, though very premature, will still survive. However, the wings will never fully develop in any child that is born before 89 weeks. They may have partial development of the wings depending on how long into the pregnancy that they are born, but they will never be able to fly or have full wing function.

The faerie pregnancy cannot be observed the way a human pregnancy is in modern days with technology. Faeries sort of mark different sections of pregnancy by seasons. Their pregnancy is just under two years, which makes them go through every season except for one fully, allowing them to easily keep track. Faeries can generally tell that they are pregnant within the first 4-8 weeks, and this gives them ample time to prepare their homes and lives for the change. While miscarriages can happen to faeries if they are under an inordinate amount of stress, they are rare, and faeries in the womb generally always make it to the point of viability. If a faerie miscarries before they find out they are pregnant, then they generally haven’t realized that they have miscarried."

So, a human with a uterus could theoretically give birth to a half-faerie child; their wings would just not be developed. While rare, there have been pregnancies that are longer than a year, though 375 days is the longest, and that is not nearly as long as 55 weeks. (Hence the theoretically.)

In most cases, the uterus-having partner for cross-species relationships would have to be the faerie, yes. It is the only chance for a completely healthy baby.

Faeries, though, generally a.) use some form of contraception at all times and b.) while fertile, do not get pregnant often. They live forever, and they would quickly overpopulate if they got pregnant as easily as humans can. Uterus-having faeries do not menstruate, so there is no "cycle". Generally, faeries get pregnant by increasing the amount of sex they are having. (Hence why Riona gets pregnant quickly during the honeymoon on Yorktown; I imagine that they are there for about six months, and she finds out in the 4-8 week window when they return to the Enterprise. Lots of sex was a good distraction for perpetually anxious Len, who felt super uncomfortable on the Yorktown base.)

[luminarai]

hey, hi, I was just on the former bird app and came across this info from a brand new study and now I cannot stop screaming internally??? what the actual fuckkkk

theres' an article from the guardian here and here is the actual study:

[asterchats]

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[unladielike]

sugar can cure everything . ( anita )

                    MONOLOGUE AT 3 A.M » still accepting!

     “Not gonna lie, Nini... I’m pretty sure a uterus removal would be a way better cure right about now,” Vivian grumbles while clutching her stomach. Usually, she didn’t get cramps this intense during her period, but for some reason, today was one of those days where her body was no longer working as optimally as she wanted it to. Why, had it not been for the fact she had retreated into the peaceful tranquility of the bathroom, she would have had a complete meltdown out in the pouring rain.

    “Besides, you can’t seriously expect me to go try to find the nearest bakery in this weather." Sure enough, she proceeds to cast a wary glance at the bathroom window, which was currently being blurred by a heavy onslaught of rain drops.

     Yeah, on second thought, there was no way she’s going to brave the natural elements without an umbrella.

@xamassed

[scribblyspaceskeleton]

Why is this godforsaken app showing me b/a/b/y ads

Fuck off I'm having PMS and I will crawl through your screen and switch your kneecaps with your eyes

[merryvrismas]

uughghghfhv i just want to go ahead and get my period ALREADY cause i already ate half a pan of no-bake cake bars like an hour ago and now i want French fries

[bunnelbaby]

There are many reasons a regressor, dreamer, caregiver or flip may rely on diapers, such as:

✨ Incontinence, or the inability to control one’s bladder or rectum

✨ Menstrual cycles, as diapers are much more comfortable/less dysphoric compared to using pads or tampons

✨ Impaired mobility, which effects one’s fine motor and gross motor skills

✨ During recovery following a surgery, as not to put too much strain on their bodies

✨ Various medical conditions and disabilities where wearing them might be much more convenient

✨ Stress or anxiety

✨ Having a tendency of wetting the bed

✨ Nightmares

✨ Purely for comfort reasons, as they can provide a sense of security for the wearer

✨ To help one slip into their headspace or prevent any accidents when regressing, as they may have bathroom troubles in their regressed state

✨ Regardless of the reason, there’s no shame or harm in wearing diapers so long as you are comfortable above all else.

[blushedfemme]

every month with my cycle my boobs get visibly bigger, and they feel so heavy and achey and sensitive.

i can’t help but fantasize about them being full of milk, my nipples all taut and glistening, sloshing painfully, leaking through my shirt. i ‘innocently’ complain about it to a butch who i suspect is into that but far too shy to admit it. i fight a smile as they start to squirm, clear their throat repeatedly to hide their needy little sounds, their face so red. too repressed to let themselves look at my swollen, leaky tits and absolutely unable to focus on anything else. their breath is shaky, jaw slack, saliva pooling in their mouth.

i ask them to go down on me as a distraction from my discomfort. they oblige of course, ever eager to please me, but while they eat me out they’re watching over my stomach as i hold and jiggle my tits, still bitching about how full they are. only after i’ve cum on their face several times do they get desperate enough to surface and stammer out an oh-so-selfless offer to ‘help’ me with my problem. “that’s so sweet of you,” i purr, “what a gentleman,” giving them an indulgent smile as i sit upright and make myself comfy before pulling them half into my lap and smiling even bigger at the contented exhale through their nose, eyes fluttering closed, the moment they latch onto me. i moan in relief and give them head scratches, telling them what a good boy they are for ‘helping’ me, as they let out small sounds and melt into my lap. i let them keep their little cover, their at-your-service alibi… this time.

next time i’ll make them beg.

[genderqueerdykes]

unfortunately, most intersex people are not told outright that they are intersex, in that verbiage, even by doctors or other medical professionals. most of us have strung together that conclusion through being told our specific conditions if we're lucky, or a piece or part of it such as being told a symptom, or even being told nothing at all. many intersex people undergo surgery at very very young ages and are never informed about it ever in life, and only find out by seeing scars, or never at all.

the only reason i discovered i was intersex was because of how apparent my condition made itself to me. i started growing a full beard during puberty and had some disruptions with my menstrual cycles that were so intense and severe i was having to stay home from school. i was told by the obgyn that i "produced too many androgens, and needed to be placed on estrogen to correct it." that's all they told me. by the way, the estrogen made things far worse for me, and the only thing that actually helped was starting testosterone HRT.

being intersex is for the most part a process of piecing things together. people are very hush hush about it for the most part and don't want to draw attention to it, so you have to be your own detective. you have to be your own advocate.

[canongf]

self shippers that wear pads: there is nothing wrong with wearing pads. your f/os don't care, your f/os don't judge you. i know sometimes i get self conscious, i sometimes think people can see the bulk of a pad or people can hear the crinkling of a pad, and even if your f/o can, they don't care. whatever your reason for choosing pads over tampons or cups, you are valid in that and your f/o respects it. periods are hard enough and your f/o wants you to be as comfortable as possible.

[pfhwrittes]

"you love him. you've loved him since you were 9 and you love him now 20 years later." TW: references to transphobic bullying, angst, fluff, allusions to offscreen smut, alcohol mention, menstruation mention. pairing: kyle x ftm!reader

1.5k words of childhood friends to strangers to friends to lovers. as always i've barely edited it so typos and errors may remain. edit to add: a massive thank you and shout out to @gemmahale for cheerleading me with this one and reminding me to trust my instincts. i love you a lot.

-- you love him. you’ve loved him since he first shared his curly-wurly during break time at primary school. head over heels puppy love. your mum teasing you with a “my little girl with her first boyfriend!” despite the way it makes your cheeks burn (and something twist inside your chest) when you both stand shyly together at 3.15 hand in hand waiting to go home. 

you love kyle when he’s the joseph to your mary in the nativity. you love the way the teatowel your mum leant his mum slips into his eyes and causes him to laugh and forget his next line about needing to find an inn. you love him when he wraps you up in a big hug when missus king takes a photo of you both as your mum cheers the loudest from the back of the little crowd in the assembly hall. 

you love kyle even when you both grow up and go to secondary school at 11, split up into different form groups and different timetables. you love him even more when he folds you into his little band of miscreants, “one of the boys” he says with a cheeky grin that warms you all the way through.

you love kyle when he chooses you first for the biology practical lesson, flicking little slithers of onion at you to make you laugh, despite the way anna-marie looks you up and down and whispers something cruel about how “he just pities the he-she” loud enough for you to hear. 

you love kyle when he skives off school with you the day your period takes you unaware. he sneaks in through the kitchen door 15 minutes after your mum leaves for work, a battered curly-wurly and bottle of oasis clutched in one hand and his rucksack in the other. you love him when he settles onto the sofa, dragging your duvet over the two of you, flicking the telly on so you can both watch bargain hunt together. 

you love kyle the day he cuddles you into his chest, completely uncaring about the way your snot and tears mark his t-shirt as you sob, both of you curled up on your bed. you love him so completely when he listens to you stutter out that you think you’re not really a girl. you still love him when he pulls away for the first time, a tiny frown on his face. you still love him when he doesn’t reply to your text asking him if he got home alright later that night. 

you still love kyle when he starts ignoring you in school, no longer coming to find you during lunchtime. you still love him when he doesn’t laugh along with harry when you trip during design tech but he doesn’t stop james hissing “freak show” as you rub at your hip from where you banged into their table. 

you still love kyle even when your mum sits you down at the kitchen and asks you how you feel about moving schools at 16. you still love kyle when you ask her “but what about kyle?” and her voice catches when she offers you a gentle “oh love” with wet eyes. 

you still love kyle when he stumbles into you at mattie’s house party when you’re both 18, a shocked look on his face when he takes in your close cropped hair and wispy facial hair on your cheeks, despite the fact you haven’t spoken in years. you still love kyle even when he calls you the wrong name and your mumble gets swallowed up by cheers from the kitchen as someone spots kyle in the hallway. you still love kyle when you spot him crowd mattie’s older sister georgia up against the bannister and kiss her breathless before leading her up the stairs with his hand on her waist. you still love kyle when you end up sobbing into alex’s neck, their hand rubbing your back gently as the dew from the front lawn soaks the knees of your jeans. you still love kyle even as alex murmurs that “you should just forget him babe” into your hair as you sob anew.

you’ve forgotten how much you loved kyle the next time you run into him, many years later when you pop into the pub under oath from mattie to meet her for a quick pint to catch up. you recognise the shape of kyle’s smile even if he is partially turned away to grin at a man with broad shoulders and a slightly flattened mohawk standing next to him at the bar. you’ve forgotten how much you loved kyle when he catches you looking and his smile slips momentarily as he offers you a tiny nod of acknowledgement before turning back to his friend. you’ve forgotten how much you loved kyle even when your eyes keep drifting over to him and the other three men in the corner booth as mattie fills you in on everything you missed during your years travelling around australia. 

you’ve forgotten how much you loved kyle when you bump into him again in the same pub the following week. literally bumping into him as you turn away from the bar with a pint in your hand. kyle steadies you with a hand on your forearm and you feel your heart soar before plummeting into the sticky carpet at your feet. you pull your arm away from him and your drink sloshes over the rim of your glass as you offer him a tight smile before stepping to the side. you’ve forgotten how much you loved kyle, but you can’t help but feel the warmth of his hand long after you’ve rejoined mattie and alex at your table. 

you’ve forgotten how much you loved kyle but a thrill goes up your spine when he asks you if he could “have a word with you, mate” as he joins you in the beer garden the week after that. you’ve forgotten how much you loved kyle but your heart aches as he stumbles his way through an apology. you’ve forgotten how much you missed your friend kyle when he makes you stutter out a surprised laugh when he talks about his friend soap knocking some sense into him. 

you’ve forgotten how much you missed your friend kyle when he texts you asking if you want to join him and his sisters for a chinese. you’ve forgotten how much you’ve missed your friend kyle when he hands you his vegetable spring rolls without asking. you’ve forgotten how much you’ve missed your friend kyle when after dinner he leads you up to his childhood bedroom and he kicks his dirty socks under his bed like you’ve seen him do many times before. you’ve forgotten how much you’ve missed your friend kyle when your ribs ache from laughing and he’s wearing that beautiful grin. 

you’ve forgotten how much you’ve missed your friend kyle when he slips into the open seat next to you at the pub, his arm slung over the back of your chair, much to the matching shocked expressions of mattie and alex. you’ve forgotten how much you’ve missed your friend kyle when he takes alex’s frosty demeanour on the chin. you fall in love with your friend kyle again when he responds to mattie’s pointed rhetorical “you know you broke his heart, yeah?” with a small squeeze to your shoulder and serious “i know, i was a fucking idiot.”.

you fall in love with kyle again when his hands shake on your waist as he leans in to kiss you outside your house under the flickering glow of a streetlight. just like you hoped he would so many years ago when you were both teenagers. you fall in love with kyle again when he pulls away to take in your stupefied expression and he asks if you’re okay, if he can kiss you again. you fall in love with kyle again when he gently turns you around so he can push you up against the front door to trail sucking kisses down your neck as your keys hit the doormat with a tinkling sound. you fall in love with kyle again when you ask him to slow down - wait - please - as he’s reaching for the top button of your jeans. you fall in love with kyle again when he traces gentle fingers over the scars on your chest, adoration in his eyes.

you love kyle when you trip over your boxers and his shirt the following morning as you stumble to the bathroom. you love kyle when you slip back into bed and he sleepily nuzzles into your neck. you love kyle when his phone blares his alarm from the back pocket of his trousers near the door to your bedroom 30 minutes later. 

you love him. you’ve loved him since you were 9 and you love him now 20 years later as he presses a kiss to your hair. you love him. -- taglist: @kaadaaan

[rhinexstone]

There’s like a 9/10 chance Cass either worked too hard/was too malnourished/too stressed to have her period until she began living with Bruce. So I’m imagining that she was listening to Bruce during a briefing one time and all the sudden she just goes

And Bruce thinks some terrible has happened, that it’s some flashback or episode, and she awkwardly walks away in a rush.

Bruce knows better than to try and quietly follow Cass, but like 15 minutes passes so he knocks on the bathroom door like “???”, smells blood, then it clicks and next thing u know he’s darting through the batcave to find any leftover Bat Underwear and BatPads that Babs and Steph stash.

[wtf-a-psychoanalysis]

TW!! Menstruation, Periods, pain

Usagi helps his boyfriend get thru the pain

He knows where to get the best pain medication in the hidden city