hot water bottle

I should just open a period store

It’ll sell pads, tampons, diva cups, assorted pain killers, sweat pants, comfortable underwear, XXXL t-shirts, fuzzy socks, heating pads, hot water bottles.. There will be a snack session, assorted sweet and salty treats, assorted flowers, stuffed animals, people can drop off coupons (Free ice cream cone anyone?) as donations.. There will be a lounge in the back of the store where you can chill and watch chick flicks and snack and bitch about your bitchiness, it’ll be great

Period Struggles Compilation For No Particular Reason

giant blood diaper

the bathroom stinks to hell for a week

sneezing

coughing

laughing

yet somehow crying my eyes out doesn’t cause debilitating pain

speaking of - CRAMPS

ALL OF THE CRAMPS

SERIOUSLY IT FEELS LIKE THAT METAL HEAD-THINGY THAT GIRL WORE IN THE FIRST SAW MOVIE IS AROUND MY HIPS

googling ways to relieve cramps and seeing pictures of women all folded up like human pretzels like what human being can actually do that with a pad on wtf

saying “fuck” every three minutes 

it’s 3 in the morning and I’m standing here in my underwear washing blood out of my pajamas literally fuck everything 

wtf these aren’t my usual pads what’s this bullshit why do these even exist

then when I get my period in a hotel and they give me cheap, crappy pads with no goddamn wings what the fuck kind of customer service is this

*drops something* *tries to pick it up without bending over*

*in the shower* is that dust or blood clots

oh hey look there’s blood on the floor again

*wakes up in a panic* IS THERE BLOOD ON MY SHEETS

oh good there’s nothing

*wakes up again two minutes later* BUT IS THERE BL—

*lies awake in bed all night convinced I’ve got a leak*

*one time, just one time, has a peaceful night’s sleep* *wakes up with a leak*

that weird feeling like you’re being stabbed in the vagina by tiny people with tiny swords

that other weird feeling like a zombie bit you inside your uterus and now it’s slowly rotting from the inside out

no I’m not exaggerating that’s exactly what it feels like

crying for no reason

did i mention giant blood diaper

because it’s literally a giant blood diaper

maxi pads. fucking maxi pads. 

hey if i jump out that window will i die 

lying in bed, curled into a tight ball, praying for the sweet embrace of death

pink painkillers 

all of the hot water bottles 

but let’s be real that shit doesn’t work 

neither do the painkillers tbh 

so then I come home and collapse onto my bed and suddenly my dog is there sniffing my butt like seriously as if this wasn’t embarrassing enough already

“alright class today we’ll warm up by running around the field” *screams* 

every time you sit out during the swimming unit in pe and the pe teachers side-eye you the whole time

plus all the girl’s periods synch up so like half the class is sitting on the bleachers dying on the inside and the pe teachers think it’s all a big conspiracy 

“you know they have invented solutions for this exact problem”

^no lie, my science teacher told us this last month. everyone just stared at him in silence until he changed the topic. 

can I get a sick note for my period?

when you have to change in the middle of class and you try to discreetly take your bag with you and everyone looks up

“hey can you check if there’s blood on my pants” 

“if you hate pads so much why don’t you try a tampon” oh yes sure let me just shove a tiny cotton stick up my vagina that sounds pleasant

when you complain about your period to the squad and suddenly half of the boys have disappeared off the face of the earth 

*displays slightest hint of irritation after being provoked for a prolonged period of time*  “geez someone’s on their period”

“looks like someone bought the wrong tampon brand lol”

no

no don’t make jokes about that

that shit is the worst

To quote iiSuperwomanii: “My shedding uterus has standards.” 

trying to open your pad as quietly as possible but you know the other girls in the school bathroom can hear

then you come out of the stall and make eye contact in the mirror and tHeY KnOw

AND HOW THE FUCK

DOES MY PERIOD SOMEHOW ALWAYS KNOW

WHEN TO COME AT THE EXACT MOST INCONVENIENT TIME?? 

oh it’s your birthday? here’s a fun present!

oh it’s christmas? guess who’s not going sledding 

oh you’re being sent on a six-hour hike on your school trip in a mountain with no bathrooms? this seems like a good time for satan’s waterfall 

oh you were looking forward to a nice, relaxed half-term break? lol bitch not anymore

*cries internally*

*cries externally*

*cries eternally*


I hope this has been educational 

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Katie McGrath + Hugo, her hot water bottle tiger

“I’d like to point out it’s not me being weird with a teddy bear. It’s a hot water bottle. Named Hugo, though! He does have a name. But those costumes, you can’t wear a lot under them or over them so it gets quite cold. So the costume department very nicely gave me my own stuffed hot water bottle teddy bear named Hugo.” - Katie McGrath when asked about holding a toy tiger in bts footage from series 1 of Merlin

Thanks to @rosheenonice for the first pic

Witchy things to do when you’re low on spoons

As a witch with a chronic illness that can leave me extremely low on energy for weeks at a time, I’m always looking for witchy things to do that won’t leave me exhausted. Even simple spells draw from your own energy pool so these are the things I do when my pool is running dry.


  • Cleansing -  Negative energy always builds up in my space during a bout of sickness, after a good cleansing of my outer I find my inner much more positive also. Here are some easy ways to cleanse

-Light some incense
-Fill a spray bottle with water (moon water would be handy for this), herbs of your choice (I usually use sage), and some salt. Then go around to each room and spray some into each corner
-Cleanse yourself by taking a bath or shower and using gorgeous smelling products
-Open a window and let the fresh air blow positive energy into your house

  • Sigils -  When I don’t have the energy for full-on spells/rituals I sit down and make some cute sigils. I try to make them specific to my situation, so when I am feeling especially down because of health issues I will make a sigil with the intent “My health does not affect my mental state” or something similar. You can also

 -Put a sigil on your pill bottles for a little boost (although magic is NOT a replacement for medicine and you should never completely rely on it for any health issues)
-Put a sigil on your heat bags/hot water bottle
-Draw them on your wrist
-Draw them at the bottom of your tea mugs with honey

  • Beauty Products -  Being stuck in bed feeling like death himself can make me feel, well, not awesome appearance wise. I found making myself feel nice on the outside can help my moral SO MUCH. I don’t mean you have to get up and put on a full face of make-up, but these little things can make a big difference

-Rosehip oil spray. It smells amazing, has many magical benefits including health and feeling calm and sensual, and is super refreshing with the added bonus of being rly good for your skin
-Scented lip balm for when your lips are feeling dry and sore eg I have pomegranate lip balm for when I want to make an offering to Persephone but have absolutely no energy. They come in sooo many flavors and scents, just pick which ones resonate with what you need!
-Perfume/essential oils. Just use a scent that corresponds with what you would like to do, like tea tree oil for health or lavender for relaxation. Also, smell pretty=feel pretty.

  • Prayers -  It can be hard keeping up appearances to the Gods when you have no energy so every night before bed, or generally whenever I feel like it, I say a little prayer. Of course if you are a secular witch you could just take some time to appreciate the things in nature/your life that makes it magical.
  • Tea -  It’s so nice having a soothing hot drink when your throat feels like a huge cluster of quartz has gotten stuck in there. There are so many posts out there about magical uses for tea but here is a couple 

-Adding herbs for intent
-Leaving a crystal in your mug overnight so your mug and tea is charged with intent
-Blowing away the steam and visualize blowing away negative energy

  • Get to know your crystals - Lets be honest, I have so many crystals I’ve forgotten what half of them are. I like taking them out and surrounding myself with them and then picking them up one by one and focusing on its energy to re-connect. This takes barely any of my energy as I can do it in bed, and makes me feel warm and fuzzy seeing all my pretties in front of me.
  • Read/Study - This is what I spend the majority of my time doing. There is ALWAYS more to learn about witchcraft and I can do it while lying down. There are so many free witchy book pdfs on tumblr as well, just remember not to believe everything you read.
  • Witchy Crafts - This one could take a little more spoons than the others, but it’s super gratifying. To find some things to do you can scroll through the tumblr tag “witch diy”. Some things I have done are 

-Sewed cute tarot bags to hold my cards
-Used thick cotton to make my own little necklace crystal holder
-Bought gemstone beads and made my own jewelry

  • Visualization - This is in my opinion the foundation of all spells and a lot of the time I don’t even use any other ingredients because that takes too much energy. I just focus on my intent and chant a little bit or sing and let the spell come to light all through visualizing it. I have charmed items, helped my plants grow and a lot more this way. I also like to visualize myself in a beautiful, flower-filled forest and feel the sun/moon pulling dark clouds of negative energy/illness out of my body to help when i’m feeling particularly unwell.

  • Meditation - My favorite spoonie witchy thing to do. It calms you, cleanses you, broadens your mind and senses and helps me personally deal with any pain caused by my illness. It can be done at any time and you really feel recharged afterwards. You can even light some candles, light some incense, sit outside under the moon, so many things.



So these are all I can think of right now, feel free to add on so we can all help each other out! Much love to every one of you 💕


-Auoria

frying-pansexual-m  asked:

Klance 70? Please and thank you

#70 - You’re warm


Lance sits in the common area of the castle, sipping at his tea that Hunk had prepared him. Red had thankfully come to save him after his pod had crashed into the icy lake, and despite changing his clothes and Coran wrapping him in a tight blanket, Lance is unable to get the chill out of his bones. He’s too skinny. Too long. Too much surface area to his body that any heat he generates is almost immediately lost. He thinks about jumping in a hot shower, but Allura had warned him that that may shock his system too much. He has to warm up gradually with just a warm blanket. 

Pidge has left to fetch him a hot water bottle. Hunk is running tests on Red to make sure she’s ok. She’s not built for water and ice in the same way that blue is. 

This just leaves Lance with Keith on the couch. Lance takes another sip of his tea. His fingers tremble. Keith sighs.

“Here,” He slips off his red jacket. It’s not very insulated, but it holds traces of Keith’s heat.

“I’m not sure it will help,” Lance remarks. He’s already wearing his green jacket and a blanket.

“You can try?” Keith shrugs. Lance nods. He lets his blanket slip off and bravely removes his green jacket. Goosebumps appear on his skin. He snatches Keith’s jacket out of his hand.

He pulls it up and around his shoulders and sighs. It’s incredibly warm. His stomach stops knotting with shivers momentarily and Lance is able to relax. Keith slides closer to drape the blanket back over his shoulders.

“Feel better?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“I’m sorry I can’t help more.” Keith pouts. It’s an uncharacteristic expression. Lance forces a smile.

“It’s ok. I appreciate it.” But then Lance’s shivers return. The heat from Keith’s jacket is lost as Lance’s own body heat can’t replenish it. Keith notices and scowls.

“Cold again?” He creeps closer, placing a hot hand on Lance’s thigh. 

“Sorry.”

“God, where the hell is Pidge?” Keith’s brows crinkle further as he scans the entrances to see if he can see the smallest paladin approaching. Lance huffs out a laugh.

“You wanna help?”

“Of course.”

Lance smirks. If he’s going to die of hypothermia then he wants to spend his last moments doing what he loved best… messing with Keith. 

“Stay still,” He warns, before he’s thrown off his blanket and pounces on Keith, wrapping himself around the other boy like a snake. His legs drape over his lap, and his hands crawl beneath his shirt. Keith squeaks at the contact.

“What are you doing!”

“You’re warm.” Lance sighs. Keith feels his muscles relax. His hands are still frighteningly cold on his bare back and chest.

“God, you’re so warm.” Land presses himself closer, now burying his face into the crook of Keith’s neck.

“Alright, hang on, hang on.” Keith sighs. He counts to 10 in his head and heaves out a long exhale. This isn’t exactly the circumstance he fantasised about, but having Lance’s touch on his bare skin is causing a reaction all the same. 

He composes himself, then starts to lean back on the couch. Lance greedily follows. He takes off Keith’s jacket and lifts up his own shirt, so that when he lays on top of Keith, both of their bellies contact each other. Keith flinches at the cold. Lance sighs.

“Guardian of fire, right?” Lance chuckles. He nudges at Keith’s arms.

“Hold me dammit.” He insists. Keith laughs. It vibrates against Lance. 

Keith pulls the blanket over the two of them, before wrapping Lance tightly in his arms. Guiltily, he slips his hands underneath Lance’s shirt and splays them against his bare back. His skin is soft. Lance smiles against his cheek.

“Better?”

“Much.” Lance laughs. He wonders if all those years in the desert have baked the sun into Keith’s skin. He wants more of it. Needs more contact. Wants to soak up every ounce of warmth Keith offers. 

“Hey Lan…. whoa…” Pidge’s voice echoes in the entryway. Keith turns his head, but is unable to move the rest of his body.

“Look what you did.” He deadpans. “You were too slow and now Lance has taken me.”

Pidge sniggers. 

“Did you even fight it?”

“Not really. He was too pathetic.”

“Hey,” Lance grumbles. His eyes are closed and he doesn’t bother to open them. “Just put the hot water bottle on my thighs and walk away.”

“Don’t you think…”

“Water bottle. legs. walk away.” lance repeats. 

Pidge rolls her eyes. She lifts the blanket. Wow… Keith was really all up in there… 

She sniggers as she places the water bottle on the back of Lance’s thighs. The one place Keith’s body heat can’t seam to reach. She re-sets the blanket.

Lance hums and cuddles against Keith. There’s a big, dopey smile on his lips. His eyes are still closed. 

“Thank you, Pidge.”

Pidge’s eyes meet Keith’s. Keith is glowing bright red, and unlike Lance, looks like he might just overheat and combust.

“Are you suffering?” Pidge asks.

“Uh,”

“Shhhhh” Lance brings his hand up to cover Keith’s mouth. Whatever protest he may have had is smothered. Keith laughs against his hand.

“Walk away, Pidge. That will be all.” Lance dismisses her.

Pidge turns on her heel and walks out of the common area, mumbling idiots under her breath. She bumps into Hunk just on the other side of the wall. 

“Problem?”

“They’re being weird”. She throws her hands into the air in dismay. Hunk cocks an eyebrow. He peers around the doorway to see the two boys entangled in each other on the couch. Lance looks about .5 seconds away from falling asleep. Hunk locks eyes with Keith and smiles. He gives him a thumbs up. Keith shyly smiles back. His hands are covered in blanket, but they shift in a tell-tale way that indicates he is returning Hunk’s gesture.

“They’re fine.” He chuckles. He places one of his large hands on top of Pidge’s head and escorts her away from the scene. 

2

22/02/17 I feel so guilty for not going to quidditch today! It feels like I’m letting the team down fro the British Quidditch Cup especially as one of my teammates has broken his arm and can’t play. I’m sitting with a hot water bottle and my laptop keeping warm while writing an essay. It’s raining a little bit today, and the wind is howling against the windows, and I’m probably going to stay in this spot until late this evening. Hope everyone is feeling well today, remember you can always message me if you’re finding anything hard in life I’ll be happy to listen. xxx emily

Hufflepuff Through The Seasons.

Summer: Waking up to golden light streaming through your barely closed curtains, the sound of birds chirping, nestling yourself deeper into the few white sheets that cover you. Enjoying the longer days in the sun, the warmth and the earthy smells. Spending hours playing silly, child-hood games with your friends or sitting on the front porch with a cat curled up on your lap. Sipping at chilled, lemon tea, and the sound of the soft chink of ice cubes against the glass. frantic water fights, tag-teaming against your other friends. Then watching as the last rays of sun sink beyond the horizon. The pink glow of the dusk filled clouds. Then finally settling back into bed, with a warm cup of tea and a book, while you listen to the cicadas through the open window. A light breeze sending you off to sleep.

Autumn: Waking up with a few more blankets piled on your bed, most fallen off from the still warm nights. The sun still starting to come up and the air slightly crisp. Mist laying on the distant hills.The sound of the kettle as you make tea, drinking it quietly in your warm bed. Sleeping a few extra hours, snuggling deep in your blankets. Walking through trees, laced with red, yellow and brown. Disturbing piles of freshly racked leaves, collecting a few rare beauties as you go. Stocking piling acorns like a squirrel for no reason, then feeling sad when you accidentally drop or lose one. Roasting chestnuts over an open fire. Watching as the days grow shorter and the trees deader in preparation for winter. Watching the rain pour down from the ledge near the window, nestling into a newly brought jumper. Indulging yourself in the seasonal treats. Trick or treating with your friends even though you know you’re already too old. Falling asleep under growing layers of blankets , to the feint sound of trickling rain.

Winter: Experiencing your first frost. Waking up colder than you wished. Burrowing deeper into your blankets to warm up. Eventually crawling up to make yourself a hot cup of tea while still being wrapped in every blanket you own. Feet crunching through frozen grass to get the mail. Puffing out balls of steam, pretending your a dragon. Watching as the snow begins to fall silently. Having brutal snow ball fights with friends and making snowmen and snow angels. Warming your feet up in front of the fire and drying your snow covered clothing. The sweet smell of steam in the warm air. The smell of wood smoke. Setting up the Christmas lights and the Christmas trees. Wrapping paper littering the floor. Smells wafting in from the extravagant Christmas feast. Waving your friends and family goodbye, feeling content. The sound of the kettle as you search for your long lost hot water bottle. Preparing for the cold night a head. Watching as the sun goes down early, the last blankets off snowing drifting peacefully. The dozens of blankets piled on your bed. Snuggling in deep, feeling like a badger or hedgehog. Falling asleep to the warmth of your hot water bottle.

Spring: Waking up to the fresh noise of bird song. Shoving off your blankets as the days get warmer. Snow melting and plant life is popping up everywhere. The fresh, crisp scent, like the morning after a storm. Yellow Daffodils nodding their heads in the soft breeze. Soft rain showers. Green everywhere. You pick bunches of Daffodils, and make daisy chains for all your friends. You watch as you cat turns another year older. You celebrate Easter with more chocolate than you need, feeling sick by the end of it. You watch as the days, once again, grow longer and warmer. You dance around, making dandelion wishes. Picking plums from trees and eating the sweet fruit. Making over sweet Jam with the leftover plums. Watching as sky lines appear more frequent in the deep blue sky. The silent droning of passing planes, that seem a life time away. watching as new born lambs learn to walk and prance around, giddy to explore. Feeling happy as the world feels reborn. Playing on an old chain swing, tied to a small oak. watching as the sun sets slowly. Prolonged, as if it is reluctant to see the new season’s first day die. You boil up a cup of tea and settle in bed, listening to another shower of spring rain. You sip at your tea, as your cat curls up on top of your covers. You fall asleep, dreaming for the next Summer, Autumn, and Winter.

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anonymous asked:

Can you please do tom taking care of you when you're on your period? I love you

Tom Holland taking care of you while you’re on your period would include

  • Literal mass hysteria
  • poor boy wouldn’t know what to do but he’d want to help
  • well I mean he wouldn’t be clueless like he’d know what happening but he’d have it in his head that all the stereotypes would happen and you’d be really cranky and crying and craving chocolate 
  • he’d defiantly be the type of guy who’d go to the store to get pad/tampons if you were out without any shame
  • he wouldn’t know which ones to get so he gets one of each 
  • he’d remember which ones you used for the next time tho
  • him googling ‘‘can you bleed out from your period…asking for a friend’‘
  • will want to hold you every time you got cramps
  • ‘‘I can get you a hot water bottle babe,wait what about medicine?can you take medicine for it?’‘
  • will get you chocolate because he heard that’s what girls crave while their on their period
  • will refill your hot water bottle every hour on the hour
  • a lot of you reassuring him that your fine
  • will snuggle you a lot
  • ‘‘how long do these things last’‘
  • will handle any mood swings like a champ™
  • will call mom for advice but won’t admit to it 
  • if you bleed through your pants and ur super embarrassed he’d just help you clean up without a worry in the world
  • will rub ur tummy and ur back whenever ur cramps strike
  • will have a movie night in with you with lots of junk food 
  • he’ll put up your tossing and turning at night 
  • he’d honestly just be really kind and understanding and amazing what a sweet boy 
Chronic Illness Myths...

Myth #1: Staying home all the time is fun.
Truth: It’s boring.  It’s demeaning.  I get sick of my house, even with all my lovely possessions.  I get tired of the same sights everyday - pill bottles, blankets and hot water bottles, the toilet…..Yeah, the fun is all happening at my house.

Myth #2: I’m a drug seeker
Truth: Sure, I ‘seek drugs’.  I need them for a small degree of the normality that you have.  Do you know how many meds I take a day just to be able to move, or prepare my own meals?  I don’t take drugs to get high, or party.  I take PRESCRIBED drugs that my Doctor feels I need.

Myth #3: I don’t want to work
Truth: I get offered jobs all the time.  My brain is excellent, but sadly my body does not reflect the same degree of excellence.  I would LOVE to work!  Have you taken the time to consider that taking care of my broken body and managing the diseases/conditions and malfunctions of my body is work in itself? 

Myth #4: I have so much free time
Truth: Yes, I have time.  But I have become its slave.  There are 12 hours in a day and almost half of that I spend nursing my broken body through pain and discomfort.  The other half is appointments, counselling and catching up on mundane tasks you could do in minutes…Remind me again of how much ‘free’ time I have.

Myth #5: I love the attention people give me because I’m sick.
Truth: The attention is NOT positive!  It’s not “well done you for getting out of bed!”, it’s more likely “Jesus, you’re STILL sick?!” Oh boy, do I love hearing that *sarcasm*

I am not writing this because I hate my life.  Despite everything, I am doing ok.  I wrote this because I wanna invite people to educate themselves on what it means to be chronically ill and perhaps re-evaluate what they say and the hurt it causes.