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.
TITLE: I Think I Loaf You PAIRING: Connor Murphy/Evan Hansen (with some side Alana Beck/Zoe Murphy) WORD COUNT: 2527 SUMMARY: Connor tags along to his sister’s wedding cake tasting and happens upon the most awkward, adorable baker in existence. NOTES: I just really love The Great British Baking Show, and this is what happened. Also, a pretty soft Connor/a little ooc, but he’s also gone through some positive change, so yay? Sorry about the title. You can also read this on Ao3 here.
Connor wasn’t at all sure how he got roped into this shit, but there he was, being dragged along by his sister for a wedding cake tasting. He knew that if this was six years ago she could have held a gun to his head and he still wouldn’t have agreed to come along, but, well, they’d come a long way. Such a long way that he was apparently willing to suffer through all this pre-wedding decision making, and that she actually asked him to in the first place.
5 reasons why Ahn Min Hyuk is boyfriend material : a short thesis
1. He’s not threatened by a woman’s strength. Admires it and appreciates it. 👏
2. Is considerate of Bong Soon’s feelings and doesn’t treat her like a child or a burden.👏
3. Appreciates Bong Soon for exactly who she is and doesn’t expect her to change or be different. 👏👏
4. Knows he has feelings for her, but is considerate of her feelings for Gook Do even though he’s jelly about it. 😑😑
5. Constantly looks at Bong Soon with heart eyes and should change his name to Ahn ‘Heart Eyes’ Min Hyuk. 😍😍
Lol I don’t even know, this game is getting to me. I guess this is like the start of a Duel Links misadventures comic series. Maybe. I’m pretty sure a lot of you are tired of my random Duel Links posts.
I just traced a screenshot for the last panel btw.
“May I?” Lady Lunafreya asked. She held out her hand.
“Are you… offering to heal me?” Prompto asked, hesitant.
Everyone was watching him. He shifted nervously and brushed a lock of hair out
of his face. “I’m really grateful but, uh. No thanks? I’m not hurt. But—but I
appreciate the offer!” The last thing he wanted was for the Oracle—for Noctis’
friend, the person who had pushed him to meet Noct in the first place—to think
But Lunafreya didn’t seem to hear. Her arm didn’t waver. “Please.”
Everyone was still watching. Noctis, with his head cocked to
the side. Ignis, quietly observing. Gladio, arms crossed, making sure nobody got
too close to the Oracle or the King. Prompto didn’t want to be the odd one out.
Lunafreya’s hand looked warm and inviting. So he took it.
Within seconds, Prompto was doubled over, something acidic
and awful falling from his lips.
The sensation of throwing up had always been unpleasant.
This was awful.
Despite all that, Lunafreya clutched his hand. Her grip was
surprisingly tight, even as Prompto bent over, his free hand on his knee in a
last ditch effort to stay upright.
He heaved and heaved and heaved.
All he saw was black.
So I wrote a part two to this story, I hope it’s okay. I’m tired, so this is barely beta’d.
Thank you to all of the nice comments I’ve been seeing!! You’re all very nice!
Lance fights the idea of the healing pod. They don’t know much about how the pods affect humans over prolonged uses, so the idea of using them too often is discouraged. Not for colds and small illnesses–no, they’ve got tweaked and changed medications for those with them in the medical bay–but for broken bones or heavy wounds. An infected wound, Shiro’s already clarified with Coran, can be treated in the pods, and it definitely fits the criteria, but Lance turns it down.
“It may be better to wait until he can hold something down,” Coran suggests softly.
I know this probably goes without saying but Alec and Magnus as individuals are so fascinating and complex. Each with such well-rounded, real struggles and stories. They are both so strong in different ways and vulnerable in others. It would take me far too long to name all of their unique qualities that make them the amazing, fleshed out characters that they are, mostly in part thanks to the insightful performances of Matt and Harry. But the depth that they have seriously blows me away. Alone, they are some of the most interesting, flawed, intriguing characters I’ve ever seen. And the fact that they are in love with each other and compliment each other and help fill in each other’s missing pieces in this sweet, chaotic, inexplicable RIGHT-ness is so incredible and we are so lucky to have these characters in our lives.
Namjoon never believed in begging for someone for anything.
He thought it was pathetic. To say the words that’ll wrap you to your knees, plea with each syllable dripping what’s left of your dignity. No, Namjoon could never imagine himself doing that.
Namjoon was on his knees, holding onto your hand. Saying anything and everything he could to make you stay. Hoping what he says would root you to your feet and pull you back from walking out of that door yes, Namjoon still thinks it’s ridiculous to beg.
But he’s drowning in a love so deep he can’t think straight. Hurricanes of his own emotions scaring him how possible it is to love someone this much that no number of scars could combat the pain he feels watching you leave. One step further triggers his nerves to contract around his heart, suffocating him with his mistakes and imperfections but Namjoon doesn’t stop trying.
Because how could he ever when it’s you?
His best isn’t enough when your fingers slip past his with a determined mind to walk away. Maybe not forever, maybe for a couple of days. For certain you’re not to stay and Namjoon has to deal with the stab in his chest as there’s no hesitation in your decision to open the door and leave. The door that closes only follows his cue of his fists meeting the ground.
It hurts, as if someone punctured through his chest to rip his heart out and you walked over it like it’s nothing and for Namjoon, someone who has gotten into more fist fights than the number of fingers, toes combined… the pain he feels now can never compare.
@sharplmages ABSOLUTELY,,,,, I forgot what hands are halfway through but yes I’m always a slut for shimamine thank u for your request and your kind words 🌸✨🌺 also I highkey hc that Minegishi’s vines tend to grow out of control when he is flustered, just in case anyone enjoys that hc as much as i do
Now, as you know I'm a stickler for pukey Mori, I don't supose you could do a little something where he doesn't come in to school? Honey gets really worried and head to his house after school only the find Mori curled up in bed with his arms around his stomach and an empty bowl on the floor, refusing to be sick. He keeps apologising for worrying Honey, for being too week to go into school, but Honey keeps telling him it's okay and then he needs to be sick or he'll just keep feeling worse.
Worrying was a waste of energy, in his opinion. Energy that could be put to better use planning things like strawberry shortcake eating contests or pranking the twins.
But when Mori didn’t show up for their first class together - on a Monday - he couldn’t help feeling a little concerned. He was also confused. Two very unpleasant, unfamiliar emotions coiling into a little anxious ball in the pit of his stomach.
It wasn’t like his cousin to abandon him. And it certainly wasn’t like Mori to neglect to inform Honey of his whereabouts. Or, at least he didn’t think it was. His cousin was always just…there. Honey had never been forced to wonder before.
He hadn’t realized how accustomed he’d grown to having Mori’s constant, infallible presence by his side. And now he wasn’t answering any of Honey’s texts. He wasn’t even answering his phone calls.
When the bell rang signaling the beginning of his second class, Honey decided that nothing was more important than making sure Mori was all right. Besides, he really hated Physics.