#professional men

[bestbitterplease]

Hello. That’s me, right now.

[inkskinned]

you have to go to work so you can pay for your doctor, who is not taking your insurance right now, and if you say i can't afford the doctor's you are told - get a better job. it is very sad that you are unwell, yes, but maybe you should have thought about that before not having a better job.

(where is the better job? who is giving out these better jobs? you are sick, you are hurting - how the hell are you supposed to be well enough for this better job?)

but you go to the doctor because you had the nerve to be hurt or sick or whatever else. and they tell you that it is because you have anxiety. you try your best. you are a self-advocate. you've done the reading (which sometimes pisses them off worse, honestly). you say it is actually adding to my anxiety, it is effecting my quality of life. so they say that you are fat. they say that all young people have this happen to them, isn't it a medical marvel! they say that you should eat more vegetables. they say that you probably just need to lose a little more weight, and that you are faking it for attention.

(what attention could this doctor possibly give? what validation? that's their fucking job, isn't it?)

there is always a hypochondriac, right. someone always tells you about a hypochondriac. or someone who is unnecessarily aggressive during the worst days of their life. or someone looking "for a quick fix". or some idiot who wasn't educated about how to properly care for themselves who just abandons their treatment. and again, the hypochondriac, the overly-cautious hysteric. these people don't deserve to be treated like humans (right), and since you might be one of these people, you also don't get treated like a human. because those people can really fuck with the system, you now have to pay for it. and besides. you're actually probably faking it.

(more often than not, you find a 2:1 ratio of these stories. for every "hypochondriac", there are 2 people who knew something was wrong, and yet nobody could fucking find it. the story often ends with pointless suffering. the story often ends with and now it's too late, and it's going to kill me.)

you are actually just making excuses. someone else got that procedure or that diagnosis and he's fine, you should be fine too. someone else said they watched a documentary about other inspirational people with your exact same condition, maybe you should be inspirational, too. you're just too morbid. your pain and your experience is probably just not statistically concerning. it is all self-reported anyway, and you're just being a baby.

(once, while sitting down in the middle of making coffee, you had the sudden, horrible thought - i could kill myself to make the pain stop. you had to call your best friend after that. had to pet your dog. had to cry about it in the shower. you won't, but that moment - god, fuck. the pain just goes on and on.)

you know someone who went in for routine surgery and said i still feel everything. they told her to just relax. it took her kicking and screaming before they figured out she wasn't lying - the anesthetic drip hadn't been working. you know someone who went in for severe migraines who was told drink water and lose weight. you know someone who was actively bleeding out and throwing up in the ER and was told you're just having a bad period.

in the ER there are always these little posters saying things like "don't wait! get checked today!" and you think about how often you do wait. how often the days spool out. you once waited a full week before seeing the doctor for what you thought was a sprained wrist. it had actually been broken - they had to rebreak it to set it.

but you go into the doctor. the problem you're having is immediate. the person behind the counter frowns and says we're not taking your insurance. you will be paying for this out-of-pocket.

they send you home with tylenol and a little health packet about weight loss or anxiety or attention deficit. on the front it has your birthday and diagnosis. you think about crying, and the words swim. it might as well say go fuck yourself. it might as well say you're a fucking idiot. it might as well say light your money on fire and lie down in it. and the entire fucking time - the problem persists.

it's okay. it's okay, it's just another thing, you think. it's just another thing i have to learn to live with.

[feelingthedisaster]

i think that as fandom, we should have more fics with this tag (x)

[marzipanandminutiae]

if you devalue dressmaking and other clothing-related trades in your historical narrative, you have to reread The Female Economy by Wendy Gamber and leave flowers on Elizabeth Keckley's grave

I don't make the rules

(this post brought to you by: too many damn websites saying that Jeanne Villepreux-Power started as a Mere Dressmaker and rose to become a Great And Mighty Marine Biologist. when she designed and fitted and may have hand-sewn a princess' wedding dress at the age of 22. like. that sounds like she was already pretty successful, knowledgeable, and talented to me- but I guess because it wasn't in a field that usually-male arbiters of history have decided was valuable, it doesn't count or something?)

[bertoyana]

erik + doing That Thing where he looks at charles very intently and without blinking.

[rrigamortis]

Chat this is so goated

[ladycibia]

It's my boyfriend's birthday and here's a little gift for him!

[shrimping-hours]

mdzs slam dunk au for my soul

[genericpuff]

men will talk to a tree before talking to a therapist and they think this is somehow a gotcha towards the women who chose to be alone in the woods with a bear

[summerblueringo]

all the pics I could find of that photoshoot with Kimi and first wife Jenni

edit:

IT WAS A KINKY APRIL FOOL'S PHOTOSHOOT

courtesy of a friend's google translate

[naughtyjjk]

teaser for part 2 of the nanami kento massage fic. you can read part 1 here.

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after a moment, nanami asks, with just a hint of amusement in his voice, “what are you thinking about?”

“nothing,” you mumble. a lie, obviously. there’s only one thing that could be occupying your mind while nanami is touching you like this, rubbing your body sensually, and that’s—

“hm.” nanami says. “want to know what i’m thinking about?”

“wh-what?”

“how much i want to fuck you.” nanami’s voice is low and he uses both hands to squeeze your ass over the towel. in response, you moan, arousal hitting you hard. “how horny you make me. i've been thinking about it since our last session…”

breath hitching, you feel a rush of heat spreading throughout your body like wildfire, a wetness starting to soak your pussy. it’s no secret that you’ve been imagining the same scenario for the past few days, every second that you’ve been apart.

“how long has it been since you’ve had sex, darling?”

“ah—i don’t know. weeks, maybe,” you say, exhaling. you’re losing himself to the sensation of nanami’s hands as he moves them again, this time drawing circles on your inner thighs. “months.”

skirting along the edge of the towel, nanami’s fingers slip under just for a second to brush against your ass. “and how are you feeling? pent up from all those months without relief?”

“y-yeah.” you swallow hard. you’ve been more on edge than you’d like to admit, more irritable in general the longer you go without getting laid. sometimes, you’ll be flooded with dirty thoughts at the most inappropriate times, often waking up to wet dreams and an ache in your pussy to be filled.

“mm, and do you miss it? having sex?” nanami’s hot breath is right by your ear, a low whisper when he asks, “getting fucked?”

shuddering, you can’t help but moan softly. “yes.”

[primrosebow]

//Mammon x reader art//🍀

Stuck in his web :-)

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!Content warnings!: suggestive, not nsfw! Idk who out here wants that guy but I do(ToT)

This is just a silly late night doodle i did with a moot, it ain't much

Here it isss

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He's the type to brat all day and night to get your attention, if you ask me.

The guy is so desperate for attention I genuinelly cannot emphasize it enough

He also thinks he can just throw money at people and they'll love him and if it doesn't work on you he is going to be so frustrated and confused..

Like huh?? What do you mean cash can't get him in your pants?? How??

Make him work for your acknowledgement, it'll be entertaining.

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He's the worst guyze I love him

I love me a little repulsive guy. A little horrible unappealing dude

"unappealing dude" I say as if I didn't want him from the second he showed up on screen. "Women just aren't funny" whatever you say beautiful, now get on your knees I want to see what that weird colorful tongue can do since speaking just clearly ain't what it's best at.

Contradictions are the best guyze. Try it sometime.

More food coming in: whenever it is early enough to take my totally licit drugs again

[stuckinapril]

I love girls who’re comfortable being feminine in male dominated stem fields. Such is the case for chemistry but it will not stop me from going to lab in a pink fit if that’s what I want

[argentinagp]

this is so embarrassing

[marzipanandminutiae]

me, telling a family anecdote: -so my grandmother was an interior decorator in the 1940s and 1950s, back when even that was a male-dominated field- like cooking or sewing, since, you know, it's fine for women to do as housewives or at lower levels, but heaven forbid we make decent money at it -and she-

male housemate: hmm :) I don't think that's true actually :)

me:

me: [experiencing the ancestral exhaustion of This Fucking Man(TM)]

[gr33nsbean]

ELEVATOR HITCH ART!!!

Words cannot even begin how obsessed I am with these two at the moment HEKELP