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donotpush · 1 year
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Giving birth while stuck in a window
A/N: not technically stuck in a window, I guess?
Imagine a heavily pregnant window cleaner, his belly hanging low and heavy inside his blue work overall.
As stubborn (and a little bit in denial of his condition) every single time that the topic of his pregnancy is brought into the conversation, always full of comments like don't you think it's time for paternity leave already? he would act as if the fact that he was so knocked up was a casual inconvenience, something that he could get rid of any moment now.
He would act as if his growing belly didn't become a burden as the months went by, he refused to get a new overall when he started to fit tight on it, his gravid belly stretching the fabric to the maximum and threatening to burst the buttons at the smallest wrong movement.
Even his coworkers actively tried to stop him from getting on the bosun's chair. But he was getting his job done, no matter what.
So, the day he woke up and felt his stomach weird, his hips light and his back not aching for the first time in months, he thought that today was the day he finally could get a decent working day, like his pre-pregnancy days.
Yes, the occasional cramps that got more intense and the weird pressure between his legs? Totally to blame for something he ate, that street food was never reliable after all.
So the day went by, cramp after cramp, his breath getting more and more labored as the pressure he felt on his pelvis got more and more intense.
But he ignored the comments on how low he was carrying, the concerned looks of the people that stared at him behind the windows he cleaned, and the insistence of his mates to go home (or probably the hospital).
So when his water broke, staining his work overall, he was more than quick to dismiss it as spilled water, a bucket that fell or something like that.
With no time to change (how many windows he had to clean today?), he continued his job, ignoring the contractions that got closer and closer ripping through his gut and ignoring all those glances directed towards him by other workers that didn't dare to ask the obvious question.
Even the safety harness that hugged uncomfortably his huge belly, acting as some sort of corset with how big he was, was the least of the sensations he was worried about right now.
Ignoring even how low the baby's head felt, even if the sensation made him clutch over himself and instinctively squat (which he quickly tried to avoid, because God he needed to push so bad).
The contractions were soon followed by a few groans and sobs that he tried to suppress as much as he could, biting his lips to avoid moaning out loud and trying to keep his focus on wiping, scrubbing, and washing.
Wiping, scrubbing, washing. Wiping, scrubbing, washing.
He tried to keep it together, to breathe and to ignore the sensation of the head started to crown on his pants as he cleaned the window of the conference room, all the bemused stares from the people inside making him even more conscious of the need to push that baby out.
He tried to keep it together, to hold it in, wiping, scrubbing, washing.
But that baby was coming, the urge to get it out impossible to ignore as he leaned down, gripping the window sill for support as pain rippled through his lower abdomen.
He could feel it, the head threatening to come out right now, and he could do nothing else but bare down and push, unable to fight it.
He didn't have time to even unzip his overalls, his body pushing and forcing the head out that came out with a gush of amniotic fluid, making the unmistakable bulge crowning in the back of his pants the clue to let everyone inside know what was going on.
He couldn't help the scream that left his mouth as he pushed, shaking and gripping at his stomach and wobbling to try to unzip his overalls, the head stuck against the tight fabric, unable to go anywhere else.
The glass of the window, so clean that it felt like nothing was separating him from the meeting going on inside, left the people inside more than satisfied with his job.
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angelicgarnet · 6 months
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the way people online talk about autism is getting really weird, like do they know that neurotypicals still have interests? that someone being passionate about a hobby doesn't mean they're autistic? you guys know that right
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whoareyoueventhough · 10 months
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last night I had a dream that I met Bill and Ted, and I complimented Bills crop top and said something about how I would wear crop tops if my body was less bogus and he put a hand on my shoulder and said “what’s truly bogus is the way you think about yourself” and Ted nodded solemnly and then I woke up
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lokh · 27 days
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communication is key 💪
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this does not apply if you wear exclusively leggings. Those things tear all the time you need like a million on standby
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fandomsandfeminism · 1 year
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Yall wanna hear a kinda funny, kinda sad story about my grandmother and hetero-normativity?
Ok, so... when my grandmother was in her 50s (I was an infant), she met a woman at the Unitarian Church. And, as can happen when you meet your soul mate, this event made it impossible for her to deny parts of herself that she had fiercely hidden her whole life.
All the drama- their affair being found out, the divorce with my grandfather, the court battle over who got the house, happened while I was a baby. Even in my earliest memories, it's just Mama Jo and Oma, and my grandfather lived elsewhere (first his own apartment, then a nursing home, then with us.)
But here's the thing- no one ever explained any of this to me. No one ever sat down and was like "hey, Rosie, so do you know what a lesbian is?" It was the 90s. It was Texas. I think my mom was still kinda processing all this, and just assumed that like... I was gonna figure it out. Don't mention it, let it just be normal. Like I think my mom thought that if she explained the situation, she would be making it weird? I dunno.
But like. In the 90s, in all the movies I had seen and books I had read, do you know how many same sex couples I had seen? Like. 0. Do you know how many "platonic best friend/roommates" I had seen? A lot. I had no context, is what I'm saying.
I literally thought this was a Golden Girls, roommates, besties situation until I was like...I dunno, 11? 12?
It was actually their parrot, an African Grey named Spike, imitating my grandmothers voice saying "Johanna, honey, it's getting late", that triggered the MIND BLOWN moment as I realized that *there's only one master bedroom and it only has 1 waterbed* when all the pieces finally clicked.
Anyway. I think it's a real important thing for kids to know queer people exist, for a lot of reasons, but also because kids can be clueless and it's embarrassing to have your grandmother be outted by a parrot because everyone just thought you'd figure it out on your own.
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Anyway, here is my grandma and her wife, my Oma, after they moved to Albuquerque to be artsy gay cowboys and live their best life. They helped run a "Lesbian Dude Ranch" out there (basically just with funding and financial support. As Oma has explained "traditionally, most lesbians don't have a lot of money" so they wrote the checks and let the younger ladies actually run the ranch.)
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iwasbored777 · 11 months
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We're not appreciating the Weird Barbie enough. It's said in the movie that she helps everyone who need help while they always see her as someone who's not as good as them. She was friends with all dismissed Barbies and Kens, was there to offer support and safe shelter for everyone who needed it in Kendom, without her nothing in the movie would've been alright. When Stereotypical Barbie calls her "ugly and unwanted" she still helps her.
She was representing a woman in women's world who was pushed aside by other women because she didn't fit in but still had more wisdom and kindness than everyone who thought they're better than her.
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gibbearish · 7 months
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love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking
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feymaid · 4 months
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⚡️DEATH IS ONLY TEMPORARY I’LL LOVE YOU FOREVER!!!⚡️
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calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.
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franeridart · 6 months
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more dragon
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adobe-outdesign · 3 months
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hey Neopets can you explain why you have an unreleased petpet that's just a human man on all fours
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you can take your time but I do need an answer
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doggirlhen · 10 months
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they should make shopping for cables easier i think. there should be a service where you pick the ends, you pick the length of cable, you pick the like. color and texture of the cable (shitty plastic, nicely woven, bare metal, whatever) and then they make it and ship it to you for a reasonable fee
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marxistgnome · 1 year
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Memes shared by kids who grew up on starships I think they should have sea scout/land scout beef with kids that grew up on Starbases
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wolfythewitch · 3 months
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Sketch
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kumeramen · 4 months
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They're having book discussion~
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