Eden was their ✨disney princess era✨
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so one of the things that's so horrifying about birth control is that you have to, like, navigate this incredibly personal choice about your body and yet also face the epitome of misogyny. like, someone in the comments will say it wasn't that bad for me, and you'll be utterly silenced. like, everyone treats birth control like something that's super dirty. like, you have no fucking information or control over this thing because certain powerful people find it icky.
first it was the oral contraceptives. you went on those young, mostly for reasons unrelated to birth control - even your dermatologist suggested them to control your acne. the list of side effects was longer than your arm, and you just stared at it, horrified.
it made you so mentally ill, but you just heard that this was adulthood. that, yes, there are of course side effects, what did you expect. one day you looked up yasmin makes me depressed because surely this was far too intense, and you discovered that over 12,000 lawsuits had been successfully filed against the brand. it remains commonly prescribed on the open market. you switched brands a few times before oral contraceptives stopped being in any way effective. your doctor just, like, shrugged and said you could try a different brand again.
and the thing is that you're a feminist. you know from your own experience that birth control can be lifesaving, and that even when used for birth control - it is necessary healthcare. you have seen it save so many people from such bad situations, yourself included. it is critical that any person has access to birth control, and you would never suggest that we just get rid of all of it.
you were a little skeeved out by the implant (heard too many bad stories about it) and figured - okay, iud. it was some of the worst pain you've ever fucking experienced, and you did it with a small number of tylenol in your system (3), like you were getting your bikini line waxed instead of something practically sewn into your body.
and what's wild is that because sometimes it isn't a painful insertion process, it is vanishingly rare to find a doctor that will actually numb the area. while your doctor was talking to you about which brand to choose, you were thinking about the other ways you've been injured in your life. you thought about how you had a suspicious mole frozen off - something so small and easy - and how they'd numbed a huge area. you thought about when you broke your wrist and didn't actually notice, because you'd thought it was a sprain.
your understanding of pain is that how the human body responds to injury doesn't always relate to the actual pain tolerance of the person - it's more about how lucky that person is physically. maybe they broke it in a perfect way. maybe they happened to get hurt in a place without a lot of nerve endings. some people can handle a broken femur but crumble under a sore tooth. there's no true way to predict how "much" something actually hurts.
in no other situation would it be appropriate for doctors to ignore pain. just because someone can break their wrist and not feel it doesn't mean no one should receive pain meds for a broken wrist. it just means that particular person was lucky about it. it should not define treatment.
in the comments of videos about IUDs, literally thousands of people report agony. blinding, nauseating, soul-crushing agony. they say things like i had 2 kids and this was the worst thing i ever experienced or i literally have a tattoo on my ribs and it felt like a tickle. this thing almost killed me or would rather run into traffic than ever feel that again.
so it's either true that every single person who reports severe pain is exaggerating. or it's true that it's far more likely you will experience pain, rather than "just a pinch." and yet - there's nothing fucking been done about it. it kind of feels like a shrug is layered on top of everything - since technically it's elective, isn't it kind of your fault for agreeing to select it? stop being fearmongering. stop being defensive.
you fucking needed yours. you are almost weirdly protective of it. yours was so important for your physical and mental health. it helped you off hormonal birth control and even started helping some of your symptoms. it still fucking hurt for no fucking reason.
once while recovering from surgery, they offered you like 15 days of vicodin. you only took 2 of them. you've been offered oxy for tonsillitis. you turned down opioids while recovering from your wisdom tooth extraction. everything else has the option. you fucking drove yourself home after it, shocked and quietly weeping, feeling like something very bad had just happened. the nurse that held your hand during the experience looked down at you, tears in her eyes, and said - i know. this is cruelty in action.
and it's fucked up because the conversation is never just "hey, so the way we are doing this is fucking barbaric and doctors should be required to offer serious pain meds" - it's usually something around the lines of "well, it didn't kill you, did it?"
you just found out that removing that little bitch will hurt just as bad. a little pinch like how oral contraceptives have "some" serious symptoms. like your life and pain are expendable or not really important. like maybe we are all hysterical about it?
hysteria comes from the latin word for uterus, which is great!
you stand here at a crossroads. like - this thing is so important. did they really have to make it so fucking dangerous. and why is it that if you make a complaint, you're told - i didn't even want you to have this in the first place. we're told be careful what you wish for. we're told that it's our fault for wanting something so illict; we could simply choose not to need medication. that maybe if we don't like the scraps, we should get ready to starve.
we have been saying for so long - "i'm not asking you to remove the option, i'm asking you to reconsider the risk." this entire time we hear: well, this is what you wanted, isn't it?
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So I’ve seen some posts going around about a ‘Bruce adopts Danny and everyone thinks they’ll finally have a normal family member—Danny is very not normal’ and here’s my late night take on it.
Or
Danny batfam au where they batfam tries really hard to keep their vigilante ass-kicking nightlife a secret from danny because he is ‘the only normal one in the family’ this becomes a problem however when danny gets kidnapped.
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The batfam all work together in a deeply serious family meeting to save their boy. After hours of combining their brains together they come up with a plan that will effectively save danny from joker, kick joker’s ass, and also make them look really cool while doing it.
So they bust in that warehouse, guns blazing, explosions fading in the background, a gust of dramatic dust covers the air
Batman steps infront of the rest of the team and demands to the blurry figure somewhere in the distance, “Where is Danny!”
The dust clears–they expect bad guys pointing weapons meancingly at them, they expect a cackle of a wicked clown amused at whatever plot he had planned coming to life, they expected a terrified boy perhaps tied somewhere likely siting in a chair that joker could present to the bats as a way of taunting them.
The dust settles–they observed their surroundings looking around and realize that, there are few new facts to be added into this ‘defeat the villain, get the bro, happy ending equation’
There is decidedly no weapons being pointed at them: In fact, all of the henchmen are already knocked out and tied up.
There is decidedly no evil laughs being echoed their way: In fact, the only noise that isnt coming from them is a light scritch scratch of a pencil
And there is decidedly no terrified little boy, there is a Danny however and he seems to be doing alright–actually scratch that.
Danny is doing wonders for the situation he’s in right now: In fact–
–Danny is sitting criss cross applesauce on-top a knocked out tied up Joker doing his algebra homework
The small blue eyed boy looks up at Batman's voice and visibly brightens, “Oh hey guys, I was wondering when you’d show up.”
Jason says with the utmost of comprehension, “...what.”
“So hi, I’m kinda new to gotham so sorry about beating these guys up, I think they’re villains? I dunno, anyways if you could take care of these guys while I call an uber home that’d be great.”
Danny sends them a blinding smile which would've been adorable if there weren’t a massive pile of bodies he were casually walking away from.
As Danny nears the exit he looks over his shoulder to the baffled group of vigilantes and blinks
“Oh yeah one last thing,” Danny rubs the back of his neck nervously, “Could you guys not tell the Waynes about this.”
Damian speaks up for the rest of his frozen family, albeit hesitantly, “I do think they have already been alerted of your kidnapping.”
“Oh no that's fine.” Danny starts nervously, “It's more about me being the… fighter… in this situation. I was just adopted by them and they seem really nice, I don’t want to scare them away being all grrrr im a scary monster boy and i love to hurt people argh.”
“I don’t think they’d think you're a monster.” Tim adds quietly
“Eh, tell that to my birth parents–they went psycho on me. Like evil scientist psycho, it was not as awesome as the movies make it sound, having scientists for parents.” Danny says bittersweet as he admits with a shrug
There is a moment of silence as the batfamily reevaluate the adoption file that states Danny’s family before they passed were very good people–albeit a bit excentric.
Dick blurts out, “Where did you learn to fight?”
Danny sends him an anxious chuckle, “I actually started when I was fourteen–my town always ran into some trouble so I had to step up. It’s part of the reason I moved here actually. I really don’t want anything to do with that hero vigilante life anymore…” The boy puts his hands together in a pleading motion, “So please don’t tell The Waynes!”
Bewildered at the situation as a whole they nod in a daze
The boys eyes widen at their easy agreement and he grins, “Thank you so so much! I’ve got to go now, it’s way past my curfew. but you’ll probably see me again next time I get kidnapped–I’ll make sure to put in a good word for you guys with my family bye!”
And just like that Danny slips off into the night leaving behind a family who were so sure they finally found a normal addition to their pack.
Jason sighs looking forlornly at the spot Danny had previously been standing, “You could just never pick the just semi-mentally healthy normal kids could you?”
Bruce groans pinching his the bridge of his nose
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listen im ace and im pro kink at pride and whatever, but the way some of yall are wording your posts in response to the backlash against it is uh. really taking me back to the ace shitcourse era.
yall know theres nothing wrong with being a "virgin", right? that its not inherently shameful to have not had sex, to never have sex, even if youre not ace, even if you do want to have sex someday, like, its fine that you haven't had sex?
maybe if your problem is that theyre trying to police your behavior and shame you for expressing your sexuality, you can say that? instead of resorting to "haha stupid virgin gets no bitches" like my god. do you not hear how fucking regressive that attitude is? i know, i know, youre "joking".
get a better joke
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Fun bit of etiquette difference between Reddit and Tumblr is if someone misuses a word on Reddit (wrong "their", "peak"/"pique", whatever) it's common to see someone in the replies correct it and the OP will be like "oh thank you. edited my comment to fix grammar error"
If you do that on Tumblr you get mauled with teeth.
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sometimes i think about how nendo, kaido, saiki, (and sometimes kuboyasu but usually only when associated with them) are canonically the losers of PK and people actively dislike them, talk bad about them, make rumors about them, etc.
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he’s gonna make murder legal now!
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I saw this artwork and immediately thought of your knight! ghost and princess work!
it’s “the meeting on the turret stairs” by frederic william burton which was inspired by the danish story of princess who falls in love with her personal body guard.
Ugh I think of this painting so often I think it's tattooed onto my brain. The way she can't look at him, can't do more than let him hold onto her arm. Her hand doesn't even grasp at him but you can see her desperation. The flower discarded on the stair, perhaps indicative of another lost flower. The absolute devotion on the knight's face. The yearning. God. More stairwell stuff with knight!Ghost and his princess.
You don't know quite where you're going, you only know you had to get out of there. Had to get away from that horrible dinner, that horrible man who looked at you with cold callous indifference. Away from the half-baked praises your mother was singing, trying to court a man who had less interest in you than he would a flea. Everything is going terribly wrong and you have nothing to fall back on but empty, broken, promises.
You run up the turret stairs, determined to find a space for yourself away from all of this. Anywhere you think would be the last place for your maids to look. Besides, the knights stationed up there won't say anything if you cry. Their gossip hardly ever reaches the maids.
You press close to the wall to make way for the knight coming down, but he's quick to grab you instead. Gentle hands hold you steady as he moves a few steps lower to let you meet his warm gaze, one you recognize even(perhaps especially) through the watery tears gathering on your lashes. Your Ghost.
"My lady," His hand reaches to cup your cheek, thumb brushing away the stray tear that escapes you, "I can't leave you alone for a second."
You hardly give your positions a seconds thought before you collapse onto him. He's strong enough to take it, hardly wavering as you cling to him. His arms circle your waist, tight to hold you close as you press your face to his armored shoulder. You feel his nose against your neck, his breath as tense as his body. This is improper, but you don't care. You hate seeing him without your colors, you hate it.
Ghost sighs and loosens his grip on you, letting you go. You wrap your arms tighter around him, as if that could stop it. He tuts, as if it's such an imposition, and reaches for your arms to pry you off of him.
When you're set right on the stair again he keeps hold of your hands, a warning not to try grabbing him again. Still, his thumbs stroke the backs of your hands, warm leather soothing against your skin. You love him all the worse for pushing you away, for doing his duty.
"Let's get you back where you're supposed to be," He tells you. You swallow and nod, unable to look at him past that. Back into the maws of wolves, you think. Ghost walks you back to the dining room, offers you a handkerchief to dry your tears. His duty ends there, but he enters with you.
When the table stands to welcome you, you hear the creak of his glove as he clenches his fist. You feel the guard he raises for you like the warmth of a fire, safe from the dangers of the night. Your eyes are trained on the foreign king on one end of the table, the way he stares down his nose at you, the darkness of his eyes behind his mask. You've never seen a blue look so hostile, so black with malice. As if he isn't waiting just for you to leave again, but for you to die.
"Sir Riley," Your father's tone is light, but unquestionably harsh, "You are off the princess's service, are you not?"
"My duty is to the royal family, which my lady is apart of. I'm doing my job and escorting her," Ghost challenges. Your father grits his teeth, determined not to make a scene for a potential ally. You've never known your knight to call the king like this. It's a dangerous game, one with consequences you don't want Ghost playing against.
"Ghost," You turn away from the hateful gaze of the German king to speak to your knight. He drops his eyes from the king to yours, soft and coppery, and affectionate.
"Princess," He hardly hides his preference for your authority. You're sure your father is seething.
"I'm alright," You tell him softly, "you're dismissed."
He stalls a moment, eyes searching yours. You know he'd jump if you only asked, you never saw a problem in that until now. Some things you need to be able to handle on your own. Things like diplomatic incidents. He nods, bows shortly, and leaves. Your eyes follow him as he goes, your heart leaving with him. You turn back to your audience.
"My apologies," You address both kings, "my emotions got the better of me, it won't happen again."
"I should hope not," Your father tells you. König tips his head, studying you.
"Pathetic," The voice barely fits the man, but you hadn't heard him speak all evening. König rolls his shoulders back and gestures for your maid and your new knight. "I was getting tired of this dance anyway," when he turns his eyes back to you they hold the trace of a smile, though you hesitate to call it that, "Princess, I think a walk would do us both some good."
"Of course," You try to smile, though all you can feel is a deep unease. Perhaps you should have kept Ghost by your side, politics be damned.
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Trying to inject confrontational Dick in my veins so I can quit my job.
Outsiders #21
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for the drawing suggestions; maybe hunter with a trans flag or the collector?
[ID: a four panel comic strip featuring Hunter and The Collector from the owl house, set during king's tide. The first panel shows Hunter (with an exaggerated, tearful expression of fear) on the left while the collector floats on the right and smiles. They're both looking straight ahead. Text next to hunter reads "just saw uncle get gooped", while text next to The Collector reads "the one who gooped him". In the next panel, the collector looks at Hunter and says "so, a fellow he/they I see?. The next panel shows The Collector in the Foreground as Hunter looks back at them over his shoulder, before turning around in the next panel and exclaiming "I GUESS?!". The background of each panel is red. End ID]
Magnus, what if I told you that I combined both aspects of your request in the most obtuse way possible, all because this concept would not leave me alone? What then? (Click for quality I made poor choices with this canvas size)
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hater alert! far too many people say that juri’s character arc ‘isn’t about her being sad about being gay, it’s about being sad about unrequited love that happens to be gay’ and. well. that is not true and by saying that you are completely flattening the brilliance of juri’s character arc which literally culminates in her being able to accept her own lesbianism despite her unrequited love, despite all her shame and self-loathing, despite this pursuit by Some Fucking Guy to try and ‘save’ her from these feelings. like if you think juri’s entire character is just ‘sad about shiori’ how do you appreciate even a modicum of the emotion packed into that final juri duel. it is both about shiori and, even broader, her lesbian identity and what that means to her intrinsically as a person, removed from romantic relationships and just purely as like. you know. Who She Is. the idea that even when juri’s locket is cut from her neck she is still a lesbian that’s still who she is and she cant change that and, crucially, she doesn’t want to even as she is agonised by these feelings. that’s why she forfeits the duel!!!! she’s clocking out she’s quitting she’s saying no!!!!!! this is me and ive got to be ok with that this is me and i can accept that this girl might not love me and i can keep living despite that. like. god im so normal arisugawa juri im so sorry that no one understands you and your intrinsically unapologetically lesbian storyline like i do
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honestly i dont think people give wolf 359 enough credit for being one of the best tragedies ever written. Like the tone of the podcast remains a comedy but just under the surface is the horrifying reality that none of thease characters are ever going to be ok again, sure some of the characters survived, but they return to earth entirely diffrent people, there is no recovering from that, theyve lost everything. what is waiting for them back on earth? what, in the end was their reward?
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bitches really be out here publicly divorcing as if they weren’t in a secret relationship
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regardless, i wasn't built to be alone
part of this series 1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4
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DCx DP/DP x DC idea that won't let me be!
So, you know how Lois, Clark, and Jon migrated over from their dying universe to the current one?
WHAT IF: Danny was an alternate universe version of Jon Kent.
What if, in that other doomed universe, that version of Lois and Clark could only figure out how to get their child to safety and made the same choice Jor-El and Lara made—life for their son, even if it was with others.
I don't have much more than that beyond a basic run-in with Superboy and Robin, with Robin immediately wondering if his friend superhero partner had been cloned and if that clone was hostile, like his had been.
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