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.
Just putting it out there, my blog isn’t a safe space, it’s just my place to post drawings, stupid shit and ramblings. I’m not concerned with being too PC or political. I don’t do trigger warnings and I have a colourful vocabulary.
My gender, race and sexuality is no ones business. I am just an artist on the internet who likes to talk about gaming and stupid shit.
I’m just here to have fun, I enjoy what I do, I’m not here to make a point or represent anyone, I am here for me, I share what I do because it makes me happy, That’s all.
Imagine Steve not having to tell Bucky that he loves him, because he’s just so fucking transparent.
He’s started drawing Bucky again; basks in the fact that Bucky now lets him.
And Bucky simply sees it. Every day, in the way he cares, in the way their bodies gravitate towards each other, in the way Steve lights up whenever Bucky’s being particularly… Bucky. But more than ever, he sees it when Steve sketches him. Sees it in his eyes.
And it’s wrong, and he shouldn’t, and Bucky wants to cry and burst with hope and is underserving and wants it so badly.
It’s not so much fidgeting, really. It’s all the things he does with his mouth. Chewing on his cheek, tongue darting out to wet his lips, or pushing against the inside of his cheek… A lot of lip biting, too. Bucky’s tell; muscle memory remaining through all the brainwashing and conditioning. It’s been 70 years and Steve still finds it adorable. And he doesn’t need Bucky telling him to realize he’s uncomfortable, anxious about something.
“What’s wrong, Buck?” he asks, lowering his sketchbook onto the coffee table. The tone screams love too, honestly curious, wanting to know everything about Bucky… but not particularly worried, not patronizing. They’ve been having a good day, after all, and Steve has never treated him like glass. That makes Bucky even more grateful.
He just says it: “You love me…”
Steve sighs, smiles softly. Like he knows where Bucky’s heading. “Of course I do.”
Silence. Then: “You shouldn’t.”
“Bucky, I’m Captain America. I can do whatever the fuck I want.”
And that right there is not the answer Bucky might’ve expected, but it’s what he needs right now. Not Steve telling him that of course he should, that he’s a good man and none of what happened was his fault. Not Steve listing all of his redeeming qualities and all of his improvement since he came back to him. But this, Steve not giving a fuck about any of that, loving him just because. Simply cause he wants to.
Bucky could cry. Maybe he does, he’s not sure.
And Steve doesn’t need him to say it back, either, because Bucky too is fucking transparent. He just scoots closer on the couch, slips a hand behind his head, leans in—
And smiles like an idiot when Bucky mirrors the movement, lips meeting halfway.
If you don’t have health insurance (I’m in the US so I don’t know how it works with the rest of u all) if you have a Walgreens near you, you can join their prescription savings club. Its $20 a year but instead of paying $30+ for every pack of Trinessa (birth control) I get, I only pay $12
Lucas running late for work and scrambling around their apartment to collect his things. Lucas running out the door before skidding to a stop and turning back just to run into the studio and find Maya.
Maya squinting in concentration at her latest painting and not even flinching when Lucas presses a tender kiss to her shoulder, turning her head automatically to give Lucas a quick kiss in return.
“Love you.” Lucas murmurs gently against her lips and Maya’s lips curve into a soft smile.
“I love you.” Maya murmurs back before kissing Lucas warmly once more. Lucas hums delightedly into the kiss and curls his arm around Maya’s waist, which makes Maya snort softly in laughter as she pulls away. “And I will still love you when you lose your job for being late for the hundredth time.”
“Shit!” Lucas says in panic, grabbing his bag and rushing back out of the house.
“Have a good day Sundance!” Maya yells after him laughingly as she turns back to her painting, shaking her head in amusement at her boyfriend.
“Jesus, take the wheel” you say as you throw your keys on the ground. Your sober friend Jesus picks them up and tries to push your drunk ass into the passenger seat. That jokes not even funny anymore, you’ve used it so many times, why do you always get like this when you drink? You need help, and your friend Jesus plans an intervention on the drive home