fun with a period


Fun fact: Native Americans used to call it “moontime”. (And I’ve been calling it that ever since I learned the phrase, because it sounds so much better.)
Apache Tribes had ‘Moon Lodges’ and a woman would go into and stay in the lodge until her moon time has passed. During her time in the moon lodge, the elder women would teach her medicine, herbs, ceremonies, rites, prayers and on. Teachings were handed down to her.
The women, at this time, were expected to rest and not perform any chores and she was taken care of by the elder women of the tribe. No cooking, cleaning or lifting. This was a time for the woman to learn and nurture herself and to also embrace her womanhood.
A woman’s moon time was never looked down upon; there was no negativity put on it. The men respected and revered her. The men also cooked and took care of the children at this time, which was a wonderful time of bonding between a father and their children. It was a time of love and respect.

  • Periods: You want cookies.
  • Periods: You want to fuck.
  • Periods: You want to fuck while eating cookies.
  • Periods: Let's be sad about trivial things, shall we?
  • Periods: Kill them.
  • Periods: Kill them too.
  • Periods: Kill them and eat their cookies.
  • Periods: Shhht it's okay you'll feel better soon.
Periods Aren’t That Bad. They’re Actually A Whole Lot Worse: A Lesson For Non-Period-Havers

Disclaimer 1: This will probably get a little NSFW.

Disclaimer 2: Symptoms of periods vary from period-haver to period-haver. It pretty much sucks for everyone, though.

Disclaimer 3: I have a high pain tolerance. Really high. If I say something is really painful, it is really fucking painful.

And now for the reasons why having periods suck and it’s worse for us to have it than for you to hear about it:

  1. There is blood coming from our vaginas. This is a very unpleasant feeling. We cannot “hold it.” Some people get a light trickling. Some, like me, get a Goddamn crime scene.
  2. The ways to keep from bleeding all over everything include a pad, which basically feels like a diaper, and a tampon, which is basically shoving a cotton pipe up there, is not as much fun as it sounds, and can be very uncomfortable if done wrong. And doing it right is fairly hard. Thanks to good old Catholic sex ed, it took me about five years to figure out.
  3. Cramps. I am lucky in that my cramps tend not to be THAT bad (thank you, high pain tolerance), but some get cramps so bad that the pain is comparable to appendicitis.
  4. Headaches. What I lack in cramps, I often make up for in headaches. And not just any headaches. Agonizing headaches. They can start up to a week before the bleeding starts, they last a few days into it, and they don’t go away. No matter how much aspirin you take. Seriously, when I get menstrual headaches, I could down an entire fucking bottle of Advil and I’d probably die but my ghost would still have the headache.
  5. Acne. I’m talking looking like Deadpool under the mask.
  6. Indigestion. It isn’t fun.
  7. Bloating.
  8. Sometimes my actual vaginal region hurts. A lot. Enough to have me doubled over on the floor.
  9. For some reason my anxiety gets worse sometimes around my period. Which is extra fun. There’s nothing like nearly calling the morgue because your dad was late from a basketball game, only to find out he was at Applebee’s.
  10. Fatigue. Because I’m doing everything I normally do while my body is staging a mutiny.
  11. Backache.
  12. Just generally feeling disgusting.
  13. This goes on for a week.
  14. This happens every Goddamn month.
  15. This generally starts around age twelve or so and lasts until maybe age 45.
Renaissance Faire - Race and Culture

This month hosts The Renaissance Pleasure Faire in Los Angeles. For those of you who have never been to a Ren Faire, one of the key aspects of it is costume and dressing up. 

When I was in High School and would go with my High School friends, I was always a little jealous of the costumes that they would wear. All of my friends in High School you see, were white. The costumes that they would wear always looked right on them and somehow, wrong on me. 

One year, I took things into my own hands and decided to dress as a Chinese Peasant. I got a Rice Paddy hat from our local chinatown and a pretty drab and easy top and pants (I super wish I could find these photos for you guys)  

The effect worked, a lot of people noticed my costume and laughed at my little joke.

Still, I would look at my friends in their beautiful dresses and flower crowns and envy that they could easily slip into this land of make believe and I still felt a little bit like an outsider. 

I don’t believe that anyone particularly made me feel this way, it was just something that made me aware of my race when usually it’s something I don’t necessarily think about. 

So, I went and decided to just wear the ‘wrong’ feeling costumes anyways, it was all pretend and I could do anything I wanted. 

But this year, I decided to do something different. I did some research and found out that during the Elizabethan period, the Ming dynasty would have been in power. I did some research online and found myself a Ming Dynasty costume. 

It was everything I had ever wanted. I felt pretty, but also I felt like I belonged. I felt like I was able to share my culture and what was beautiful about that time period with people who didn’t know. A lot of people stopped me to ask about my costume! I wish I had known a little bit more about accurate construction or really, anything about the Ming Dynasty, but I still felt right in it. 

There are lots of cultures that existed during the Elizabethan era and I encourage any People of Color to share that when they go to a Renaissance festival next time! I would love to see more costumes, maybe Armenian or Turkish or Mongolian! 

Next year I want to take this as a starting point and try to incorporate more elements of fantasy. There are lots of Chinese dramas that take period costumes and throw some fun fantasy elements into it. Here are some cool examples:

leaked interaction from “Junkertown”map

mccree: *whistles* Well boy howdy fellas, that ‘Queen of Junkertown’ sure is actin’ mighty irritable today. I say we make fun of her. 
junkrat: Oi mate, can’t ya see she’s on her period? You gotta be nice

Just a PSA

Please ladies, don’t make fun of women who wear pads. Like, don’t call them a dipper butt or a child or anything thing else degrading for not inserting a tampon in their vagina.

Some of us can’t physically do it for medical reasons and it hurts to try and if you manage it, it’s just even more excruciating to pull out. A lot of women fear TSS that runs rampant when a tampon is inserted for too long. Other women like me do it because it’s more comfortable for us.

For whatever reason it is, don’t make fun of it!

It’s already enough that periods in modern day society are considered taboo and shameful to have in any way shape or form, we don’t need to feel bad about how we contain it too.

musicals ft. summaries

Phantom of The Opera: gross goth guy lives beneath sewer and writes an opera

Natasha, Pierre and The Great Comet of 1812: seriously who the fuck writes an electropop opera about a 1200 page russian novel

Hamilton: seriously who the fuck writes a hip hop musical about alexander fucking hamilton

Zombie Prom: you know, taking your dead ex-boyfriend to prom may have seemed like a good idea in theory but im not sure anymore

In The Heights: somehow humorous and depressing all at the same time, also gay

Lizzie the Musical: okay im not kidding this time who the fuck writes a musical about lizzie fucking borden

Heathers the Musical: dating creepy guys in trench coats is probably a bad idea

Carrie the Musical: if you make fun of someone for getting their period, you’re in for a big surprise buddy

Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson: who the actual fuck comes up with the idea to write a musical about the seventh president of the usa

Wicked: green gay meets pink gay and it’s pretty gay

Ghost Quartet: who the fuck comes up with this shit though

Les Misérables: emotional pain feat. gay revolutionaries

Spring Awakening: not explaining puberty to sexually frustrated teenagers is probably a bad idea

Waitress: deep shit blueberry pie and overly lovable characters

21 Chump Street: drugs are not the way to a woman’s heart, apparently

Sweeney Todd: okay no seriously who the everliving fuck comes up with this shit

Love Never Dies: i don’t have any funny joke for this lnd just sucks

CATS: i mean i guess writing a musical about cats may have seemed like a good idea in theory

Starlight Express: what the fuck alw

I want to apologize

Yes, I ship Karamel, yes I don’t like supercorp.
I made a post a few months ago saying that liking those will not make me a racist nor a homophobe. But now seeing what the cast did to the fans I am starting to think so. You just don’t make fun of fans, period.
First of all they give you the work you are doing, because after all a show gets renewed based on the number of viewers and the merchandise it sells.
Second because maybe you are an inspiration to them, to small kids, to teenagers in trouble, to young adults and adults trying to scape shitty sceneries in their life’s.
I shipped Sanvers and I am also a bisexual girl who has suffered from discrimination and racism in Japan, a country that not many people identify as racist but it is, a lot.
And I will not accept mockery in any kind, not to supercorp fans, Sanvers fans or any kind of fans in this world. You have to respect what people like and think, you have to understand your liking is not the only one. You have to get that the people have so many things going on that sometimes watching a show on tv makes them happy.
Because that’s what tv shows are supposed to do.
I want to apologize for my previous post, the one where I complained about being called racist because of Karamel, now I get that the people that act that couple are also homophobic and probably also racist
I will not support nor watch Supergirl anymore.
I don’t like shows that disrespects their fans and the actors that were not involved in the situation deserve better than that.

Yo.. getting yelled at by a teacher on your first day..

in front of the whole class..

is so not cool.

things I desperately need:

  • A book focused totally on the Butlers
  • Arty’s diary in it’s entirely
  • a book dedicated to Arty’s family life bc you can’t convince me everything is totally fine with the Fowls

not the reason radfems want to destigmatize and appreciate periods: because they’re cute and fun and not gross at all.
the actual reason: girls are shamed for their periods, to the point where girls literally die in menstrual huts. periods are given as a reason women should not be leaders. tampons are taxed as a luxury. girls are taught to hide the fact that they get periods (hide pads/tampons, for example)

I could write a whole essay comparing Reign, Merlin, and OUAT to Still Star-Crossed talking about how white fans are allowed to have cheesy, mindless fun watching pretty girls (and guys) swan around in period costumes, solve mysteries, and fight for the throne, but black fans and other fans of color aren’t. Nope. All our shows have to be Emmy-caliber, and they can’t use any rom-com or YA tropes or else they deserve to be canceled after one season. 

anonymous asked:

[Only for when you feel like it/have time to] The dreaded time of the month has come. Idk what monsters, but their reactions to their s/o going through their monthly period anguish. [I'm way too embarrassed to come off anon, sorry.]


He’s read about this in a human anatomy book, so the first time he comes over and finds you curled up in comfy pajamas, writhing from painful cramps, he isn’t alarmed.  Instead, he starts to sweat a little.  He also happened to read that this time of the month comes with mood swings.

He treads carefully; this explains why you’ve been much testier than usual about his puns and general shenanigans.  He brings you back greasy food from Grillby’s and doesn’t know how to do much more than just let you lie on the couch with your head pillowed in his lap.  While he’s a little curious about the details, he wisely decides not to ask you; he’ll just consult the Undernet later.


Papyrus only finds out about this when the Annoying Dog happens to dig through the trash, and welp, this is beyond disgusting but your bloody feminine product has been strewn throughout the bathroom floor for Papyrus to discover.

He does the only logical thing and assumes you’re dying, of course.


You’re mortified.  

“I’m fine, Papyrus!  Geez!  It’s normal– it’s just something that happens to women,” you attempt to reassure him through your bright blush.  He’s gingerly touching your face, your arms, your sides, carefully looking for any sign of bleeding.  


The sweetheart looks like he’s on the verge of tears, he’s so concerned.  You don’t want to explain it to him, so you just tell him it’s something private and keep reassuring him that everything’s fine.  For the rest of the day, he treats you like you’re made of glass and refuses to let you out of his sight.    

Sans eventually explains it to him so you don’t have to.


Red realizes that you seem to be more irritable than usual, when he’s teasing you and you happen to bite his head off because dammit, your stomach hurts so much.  He scoffs and flippantly says, “what?  ya got that weird human period thing goin’ on?”

It’s the wrong thing to say.

Red’s done his research.  He understands what it means, but he’s bad about keeping his mouth shut.  The two of you end up fighting, he huffs away to his room, and you scowl at the TV and lie on the couch for a while.  

Eventually, Red comes in with some Sea Tea and hands it to you wordlessly.  Once you drink it, you actually do feel a little better, so he motions for you to sit up.  You put your head back in his lap, and he rubs your lower abdomen while you both watch shitty MTT re-runs.  

Right now, it’s best that both of you just enjoy it in silence.  


(*Someone also sent me a request for the s/o getting their period and staining a couch, but I can’t for the life of me find the ask.  Sooo, that couch that gets stained happens to be Edge’s. Enjoy. )

You stand up from watching TV at the Underfell brothers’ house, intent on getting something to drink from the kitchen because man you’re thirsty.  As soon as you do, you hear Edge shoot to his feet, his expression filled with concern.  “HUMAN, WHO DID THIS TO YOU?!” he snaps, coming to your side.  Red’s eyesockets are completely dark, and he starts sweating.  

“Did what?” you ask in confusion.  


What are they freaking out–


Edge turns you around by the shoulders for a better view, and that’s when you spot the stained couch.  Mortification rises to your cheeks.  Your gaze locks with Red, and in an instant, he nopes right out of there and shortcuts away.  

That traitor!

“Oh god, I’m sorry about the couch.  Lemme get something to clean that off!”  The words tumble out of your mouth so fast that you’re not even sure it was intelligible.  

You attempt to dart away–preferably to the bathroom, even though you’re certain by the way Edge is staring at your ass that your pants are ruined–but Edge catches your arm and turns you to face him again.  

His expression is filled with undisguised rage, and his grip is slightly painful.  “I’LL KILL WHOEVER HURT YOU, SO TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED!”

“I’m not hurt!”


“That’s just something that happens!”


“Yes, it is!”

“WHERE IS THE BLOOD COMING FROM IF IT ISN’T A WOUND?”  He leans forward, looking so pissed that you feel indignant anger trump your mortification.  You’re already embarrassed as hell; what do you have to lose?

“My vagina, Papyrus!  MY VAGINA!”  

Shock courses through him, mostly from the fact that you just shouted such a cold, proper term in his face.  “YOUR…”  He trails off as it starts to click.  You can see confusion there, then a darker sense of anger begin to wash over him.  “WHO?”  The question is bit off and clipped, ground out from between his clenched teeth.  

Oh hell, now he thinks…?  “No one!  It happens every month!  It’s natural!  It’s a reproductive human thing!”  

“OH.”  He finally lets go of your arm.  He even starts to look a little embarrassed.  “I KNEW THAT!  I WAS JUST TESTING YOU!”

“Testing me?”  You can’t help but give him a hard time.


At this point, you don’t even care.  You end up wearing Sans’s shorts home to change (after kicking the bottom of his shoe while he laid on his bed and complaining about the fact that he left you down there to deal with that), and by the time you return, the stain is already gone.

Edge does, however, toss you a towel to sit on.  

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