#or diagnosed with hysteria

[sceletaflores]

college!pervy!patrick stealing your underwear 18+

it's pure fucking luck when it happens.

art wouldn't stop complaining about having to take his dirty laundry to the communal room on his dorm floor that housed all the washers and dryers. patrick doesn't know why the fuck he offered to take it up for him in the first place, to shut art up? to make him happy?

who gives a shit anyways cause while he's taking arts stupidly full hamper to the laundry room and following the half-assed directions given to him, he bumps right into someone as soon as he steps foot through the already open door. when he cranes his head around the edge of art's hamper he nearly jumps with fucking joy at what, or more-so who, greets him.

he knew who you were already. art wouldn't stop blowing up his phone with texts about "the hot new chick with an out of this world backhand and a killer fucking rack!". so as soon as he got off the bus in cali and stepped foot in art's cushy dorm room he obviously demanded he take him to one of your matches, and holy fucking shit.

you absolutely obliterate the poor girl on the opposite side of the net. running her up and down the court like a chicken with its head cut off while you stay calm and collected.

he could come just watching your perfect form as you hammer another excellent serve at your opponent, but something has to be said for the fucking outfit you're wearing. the tight tank of your dress does show off your, now proven, killer fucking rack but goddamn that skirt should be illegal. even the flowy pleated fabric can't hide the thick curve of your ass underneath, bouncing as you take off to chase after the ball.

he's white knuckling the edges of his seat the entire match, using every ounce of willpower in his body to not pop a boner in the middle of the fucking stands and even more willpower to not look over at the smug fucking grin plastered on art's face as he watches him. safe to say, you've been on his mind ever since.

now, you stand in front of him holding your own hamper with an apologetic smile on your face.

"shit, i'm so sorry. i didn't even see you." you say, way too chipper for 9 a.m on a sunday.

patrick is the epitome of a cocky, arrogant asshole. he has girls in nearly every state practically begging to choke on his dick without him so much as raising a finger in their direction. he's beyond smooth. he has every sleazy line known to man on the tip of his tongue at all times, yet when he goes to speak he can't manage anything besides a weak mutter of, "s'alright." he mentally punches himself in the balls for letting your bambi eyes and dick sucking lips get the better of him.

you give him a nod and one last friendly smile before stepping around him and making your way down the hallway. patrick watches in damn near agony as you go, ponytail swinging behind you in time with the sway of your hips.

patrick lets out an all suffering groan, dropping his head to his chest in defeat. "fucking dumbass.' he admonishes himself quietly, letting himself wallow in misery before making to take a step forward when suddenly he spots something out of the corner of his eye.

it takes him a few seconds to register just what he's staring at, but when it clicks he nearly has a fucking heart attack. there on the floor lays a pair of lacy white panties, your lacy white panties. it takes him all of a millisecond to drop art's hamper on the floor carelessly and practically dive to snatch them up. as soon as his fingers touch the fabric he can feel himself chubbing up in his sweats. he runs his fingertips over the hem, feeling the familiar rough texture that was snug against your body so recently makes sparks go off near the base of his spine.

when patrick hears lively conversation and footsteps heading his way he shoves the panties in his pocket and snatches art's hamper off the floor to start haphazardly shoving his clothes in the washer.

when he finally re-enters art's dorm room he's met with his best friends face staring at him suspiciously. "what the fuck took you so long?" art questions, brow raised as he watches patrick stumble over to his bed and plop down a little too roughly. patrick's reply is simple.

“got lost."

it's only later, when he's back on the train heading for his latest stop and digging into his pocket in search of his lighter that he feels it. the lacy fabric of your panties still stuffed deep into his pocket. his breath hitches in his throat and before he knows what he's doing he's up like a shot and speed walking to the back of the cart.

he's in the bathroom a mere five seconds before he's ripping his fly down and furiously stroking his hard as steel cock in a cramped train bathroom he can barely stand up fully in. it takes an embarrassingly short amount of time before he's busting in the fucking sink with your dainty white panties balled up in his fist and held against his nose as he inhales so heavily he might fucking pass out.

patrick has already found, and requested you, on facebook by the time he makes it back to his seat.

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big shout outs to @yuenity @callsign-artemis @ebodebo (who each put up with me ranting about this so wonderfully love you guys mwah)

[soup-of-the-daisies]

“not shipping remus/sirius feels homophobic” you know what else feels homophobic? giving a feminine sirius traits like ‘hysterical’ and ‘drama queen’ and ‘slut’, and then shipping them with a masculine, calm, and logical remus. why are you applying misogynistic heteronormative roles to your mlm ship and calling not shipping them homophobic. it’s really giving the “so who wears the pants in the relationship” kind of homophobia we should’ve left behind years ago

[beliefandsayingsomething]

he needs me he needs me he needs me

[saglaophonos]

the treatment of "female hysteria" in history has varied wildly between giving a woman an orgasm and literally murdering her. which is an impressive range if you ask me

[crippleprophet]

do you have any thoughts on functional neurological disorder?

it’s one of the cruelest inventions of modern medicine.

for a bit of context on my positionality i don’t currently have an fnd diagnosis but i am at huge risk of one (my rheumatologist already thinks i have a conversion disorder) & it’s one of the many reasons i’m terrified to pursue a second neurologist after my first one dumped me. fnd is, like, maybe not the pinnacle but definitely a major player in the field of doctors gaslighting us as hard as possible & being furious every time it doesn’t work.

i’m not gonna find these articles bc it gets to a point of self harm for me to (re)read some of this shit but literally doctors are like “the more convinced patients are there’s something wrong the more they’re lying,” “the more symptoms patients have the more likely it is to be fnd and not something really wrong,” etc. again just unfathomably cruel. also the fact that mainstream medicine can unironically write that people with hypermobility are “more likely to have fnd” rather than going huh maybe there’s a neurological component here is just. what the fuck are y’all doing.

a really fun (fucked up) “i told you so” moment with the social construction of the ‘real vs fake’ tics false binary was when doctors literally can’t tell the difference based on their own bullshit criteria.

i highly recommend checking out @fndportal for incredibly insightful thoughts on a lot of these issues. sociological research on post-hysteria diagnoses & the genealogy of hysteria has also been super helpful for me although it’s obviously a very difficult history.

on a peer support level i think disability community is especially vital in the face of these kinds of psychological warfare from doctors. & to anybody who’s been diagnosed with fnd or similar conditions: i believe you. something is really wrong, it is not your fault (& it would be okay, & you’d still deserve effective compassionate care, if it was), you’re not making it up.

obviously i personally want to destroy the whole thing from the ground up, but if i could change one thing about the medical field, it’d be that it needs, desperately & urgently, to create space for not knowing. to say “something is happening here but science hasn’t caught up with it yet.” …unfortunately, to do so would be to destroy medicine from the ground up, because the whole project is predicated on the manufactured authority of knowing our bodies wholly & irrevocably, of rendering our own knowledge irrelevant at best & lies at worst.

also imo cbt, especially for a physical symptom, is evil & in situations where people can ghost their doctors rather than go i wholeheartedly support that.

[adamshallperish]

imagine you're me and your generally accepting but otherwise a little confused granddad picks out a movie to watch, and you anticipate it being a pleasant but generally stilted time (due to prior experience), only to be smacked in the face with 130 minutes of a film so obviously gay that you have to sideeye your poppy incredulously every few minutes to see if he is picking up on it (he is not). these were the circumstances in which i first viewed fried green tomatoes, which i have now decided may just be the greatest film ever made. i think i've seen the face of god.

[huellitaa]

that one artist who's been with you through everything >>>>>

[v3amp444]

Bpd ain't no joke

[pegasusdrawnchariots]

CYRANO, as CHRISTIAN: I can gladly die knowing that it is

my words that make you tremble in the blue

shadow of the tree. For it is true,

you do tremble. You do.

ROXANE: Yes, I do

tremble, and I weep, and I am yours.

I love — you have made me.

CYRANO: Ah! To die!

Death is all I need now after this

summit gained. I ask one thing—

CHRISTIAN: A kiss!

~~~

this one goes out to my melodramatic OT3 truthers

why did they replace the jasmine vine Cyrano kisses with him squeezing Roxane's actual hand. AND. AND. have Christian embrace him at the same moment. as Roxane tells Christian/Cyrano "I am yours. I love — you have made me." Kevin Kline's little moan. hi for the love of god hello is this thing on. when I catch you David Leveaux. David Leveaux when I catch you

[neuropoppins]

I wonder if it also coincides with the rise of awareness of autism in female, more awareness of autism in general, leading to more ppl believing (some legitimately) they are autistic. THEN, when you read about autism you see the constant bombardment of information declaring autism is linked to trans and autistic ppl are more likely to be trans.... BOOM autistic trans narratives. And we all know that young adolescent girls are suddenly the largest cohort of patients in gender clinics- and they present with autism.

Why has the patient cohort in gender clinics suddenly changed to adolescent girls presenting with autism?

[sv5sam]

Daniel pitting for fastest lap actually made me cry so hard

[bitchfitch]

I finally got to see a gut doctor today to try to figure out why I've been spitting up blood for two months. after looking at all the (clean) labs and my general medical history, his diagnosis was "stress and anxiety"

I am. very tired.

[mini-owo]

Lobotomy 🎀

[jakes3resin]

Biker Gale AU... my unwritten beloved... my most beautiful muse... feral Gale who beats up men and kisses Bucky with blood still on his face... Bucky who says fuck you to federal agents... truly my most beloved... the second I start writing you I know you'll no longer be my beloved but my enemy... but that's okay I still love you 💔

A/B/O fic my detestable wife... please release me from your clutches... or at least make fucking sense in the docs... why do you not want to be written cohesively... divorce will never be an option 💔

[louissatturi]

With this amour thing heppening with richarlyson

Forever is no longer richas father to me... from now on he is richarlyson's MOTHER because richarlyson almost DYING right after him fighting with forever about something about "clothes" its the most brazilian mother that forever will get

Seriously

[boltlightning]

hate that looking at a fictional character makes me want to rend flesh with my teeth