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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Going back to this thing briefly
When adapting this chapter into an episode Toei did not explain nor demonstrate to us what the fuck that spike was (instead they gave us Sables #378545), so we're no closer to finding out what kinda new moves Crocodile might have up his sleeve, whether that really was a Haki-infused sand spike or what
But when I was checking the melting point of sand out of curiosity (to figure out if Crocodile has a fighting chance against Akainu, which in theory he does because Akainu isn't hot enough to melt sand (in theory)), I was reminded of the fact that sand is mostly made of silica
Or, in other words, quartz. Sand is, on average, made of crystal.
Of course, sand is also made of other things and other minerals (not just quartz), but if we wanted to assume Croc's DF is made of one element and one element alone, then let's just assume it's 100% silica, right
And now I can't help but to wonder now though
Could Crocodile have learned a new technique where he somehow compresses and hardens his sand so much it can turn into large, solid crystals? Or more specifically, sharp pointy stabby weapons to murder people with? 'Cause. How fucking cool would that be
Also considdering how much Crocodile likes his bling, being able to form crystals to murder people with would arguably be on-brand for him
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Trick or treat!🎃🍫
since you were interested in Vegas youtube fic, a lil snip from that! :D
“I’m so glad my Pete left the last guy for you,” Grandma tells Vegas happily.
Vegas narrows in on all the wrong parts of that sentence. “Last guy?” he demands.
“Last guy?” Pete echoes, baffled. He certainly doesn’t remember introducing Grandma to any guys. There weren’t even any guys to introduce, unless he counts that one time he and Ken pretended to be a couple to get free cake when they were on Kim’s duty or all the times Porsche got flirty-drunk. What guy?
“Oh, you know,” Grandma says with an impatient wave and a raspberry, “that nice one on the phone who took you on vacation before you quit.”
Pete and Vegas carefully don’t look at each other. Macau’s eyes swivel between them, looking increasingly baffled but too scared to ask, and Pete carefully doesn’t look at him either. He looks at Grandma, who’s mashing taro without a care in the world.
“…Ah,” Pete says. It’s the best he can manage in the circumstances.
“Right. Him,” Vegas says casually, in that strange way where he can refer to his personas like they’re their own people. His eyes dart between Pete and Grandma, biting the inside of his cheek for a flashing second before another one of his masks slips into place. “You didn’t like him?”
Grandma scrunches her nose and Pete watches more filters fall over Vegas’s eyes. “He was so…nice.”
All of Vegas’s masks crack and crash as he blinks at Grandma and her derision. Grandma scoffs.
“What’s my Pete going to do with a nice boy?” Grandma tuts and pats Vegas’s cheek. “No, you’re much better. You actually have personality.”
She nods decisively and turns back to their food preparation, oblivious to Vegas’s wet-eyed look of awe. Pete feels something inside him ease as he watches Vegas try and fail to bite back a fragile smile and a lot of teary feelings before he walks over to Macau and his camera.
“Hey—!” Macau protests as Pete stops and deletes the recording. He visibly bites back his first two (likely loud) shouts and gives Pete a look of utter frustration.
Pete smiles his Young Master Smile and shuts the camera off. “We have other recordings. This one’s just for us.”
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trick or treat!!!👻 >:D
TRICK OR TREATTT mondo you get a crazy one cuz i've been holding onto these for months and i just. never ended up finishing it but i was planning on doing a comic of the panic attack scene from chapter 3 of wytyaa buuuuuuuut i was in the middle of college stuff and as i was drawing i realized it was getting. long. so i dont know if i'll ever finish it but your treat is some of the unfinished panels :DDDD
also tw for eyestrain and unwanted touching for the one under the cut (nothing nasty but just a warning)
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