bored maybe

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On an unrelated note, the latest food supplement was discontinued

Hey to all those people telling people “ it’s not so bad, just power through the cramps” when they're on their period because it’s not an excuse to miss school/work etc.!

I had bad cramps today, but I tried to “power through it” and went to class anyways, even though my grandmother had to drive me because I couldn’t walk to the bus.

I tried to “power through it” when I started to feel like I was going to throw up in the middle of my lecture, leaving to take a walk outside in the cold to try and clear my head, even though walking made my right side feel as though it was being ripped in two.

I tried to “power through it” when I started getting cold sweat all over my body, taking off my sweater and then putting it back on two seconds later because my body couldn’t decide if it was hot or cold.

 I tried to “power through it” when spots started to appear in my vision, and just kept walking towards the exit.

I tried to “power through it” when I started to dry heave, and started walking faster.

I tried to “power through it” when my ears started ringing and the spots took over my vision and I was so so hot but shivering and my side felt on fire and twisted into knots and stabbed all at once.

I tried to power through it to the point where I collapsed in the middle of my college hallway. A stranger brought me to Outreach Services, where I lay on the floor, vomiting, for an hour until somebody could pick me up and take me home.

The school paramedics told me that I had passed out because I put too much stress on my already taxed body. My body was taxed because of hormonal fluctuations and blood loss aka my period.

Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. In the past when I’ve had cramps like this, I’ve stayed in bed and eaten strawberries and watched MASH all day.

So don’t you DARE tell me that you should “power through the cramps and do it anyways”. Powering through made me pass out. Powering through made me have to be wheeled out of the school in a wheelchair because I couldn’t keep my balance to walk. Powering through made my grandmother with osteoporosis and a tendency to panic have to come pick me up from school and help me up the stairs and almost break her hip when I started to collapse backwards on the front steps. Powering through made my 13 year old brother have to supervise me while I took a bath because I was afraid I would pass out and drown (he was super sweet about it actually; we closed the curtain and he read me Voyage of the Dawn Treader). Powering through made my mother who works to support our family pretty much on her own have to take time off work to come home and make sure I was okay.

In conclusion; If someone feels crappy because of their period cramps, leave them alone. Don’t make them do things anyways, because you might make it worse. And definitely don’t make them feel bad for not wanting to do things because of cramps; that’s the reason I even got out of bed this morning. Be nice to people on their period. Possibly buy them chocolate or painkillers. Nut don’t make them do things when they have cramps, and definitely don’t tell them “it’s nothing, power through” because cramps? Cramps can be one of the worst things you could possibly imagine.

Seriously. Fuck you all.

Dean Winchester was in love with the goofy Gas-N-Sip cashier who lived down the street. He was twenty six, had a only a handful of exes in his past, knew that he didn’t know shit about love… but he knew. He knew that he was in love with Castiel Novak.
It wasn’t because of the profound blue eyes, or the suave bedhead perfected with the run of fingers, or the lean body of a runner, or the plump lips that curled perpetually into a smile, or even the glow that lit the air around him. No. Dean loved Castiel because this man was the only person in the world who gave Dean the time of day as if the rest of the day was meaningless. When Dean looked into Castiel’s eyes he saw everything in the world mirrored back into his own. He saw a future, a white picket fence and puppies and children. He saw the world isolated into a conversation that seemed eternities long. In Castiel’s eyes Dean saw all the world could ever offer.
He didn’t say any of this. Kept it buried so deeply in himself sometimes he thought he’d choke on this truth. It was his burden, since he knew an angel like Castiel would never give a broken mechanic a chance at something as real and terrifying as love. Days turned into months as Dean sought excuses to visit the Gas-N-Sip. Until one day Castiel wasn’t there. And then he wasn’t there the day after, and the day after that.
Working up the courage Dean asked a woman working there where Castiel was, if he was on vacation or something. When he found out that Castiel had quit, a dark twist surged through his abdomen.
The twist stayed there until he drove up to his garage and saw the goofy Gas-N-Sip worker nervously pacing in front of Dean’s garage door. A nervous smile turned up his lips as he exited his car and approached the other man hesitantly.
Blue eyes met his and life seemed to stop. Castiel flushed, raising his hand to present a red rose. The two men stood there for what seemed like hours, searching each other’s for something they both hoped to find.
“Cas-”
“I would like to ask if you would attend the theater with me tomorrow night.” Castiel fidgeted with his words but the smile never left his eyes.
Everything, everything that Dean had buried deep within himself, seemed to melt. The weight of his burden dissipated until all that was left was warmth. “I’d love to.”

Dialogue prompt 88

“This is real, right? Like, this all actually happened? I’m not just going to wake up tomorrow in some hospital and find out that this was all some sort of messed up coma dream? Or you know, that I had a psychotic break or something? Because I don’t think I could handle that. Not- not again.”  

Just a random thought that came up while in class: I just imagine Lena in her office thinking about the gala and not wanting to go by herself. Then like a lightbulb goes off and whispers ‘Kara’ and she smiles. She starts wondering if it would be a good idea and then after a while she makes up her mind. She gets all the way to CatCo and then just stands there for a while wondering if this is the right thing. She steels her resolve and walks inside. Then when she gets to where Kara is supposed to be she finds that she isn’t there and is kinda sad. Someone asks her who she’s looking for and then directs her to where Kara really is. Lena sees Kara standing there and it takes her breath away. She then walks straight up to her and then she starts talking and asks her to the gala.

Like when she’s speaking it doesn’t seem like she’s nervous but inside she’s like a total ball of mush and she’s freaking out. Then when Kara says that she’d go it was like the best news ever.


Could someone make this a fic????

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I SWEAR to JESUS i am never drawing barred wings again. Never. I refuse

anyway ! True Nephil Carolina w/ Peregrine Falcon wings. she was the one that inspired the whole project and boy doesn’t that make her feel good about herself

fun fact: this armor design was actually Tex’s but I felt like it matched Carolina better. tex, instead, will receive a cleavage window