Warning: a natural ‘condition/disorder/disability’ that prevents pregnancy repeatedly mentioned but never actually named and by some unexplainable miracle the reader does get pregnant even though she had never thought it was a possibility for her
Also, I don’t have much to go off of for accuracy…on literally anything…like I’ve not been around someone who is pregnant since my mom with my baby sister who is now 13 so… I’ve read a few books here and there where a character is pregnant but I don’t think that that qualifies me in the least to say I have any idea what I am talking about.
requested by anon-fluffy oak x pregnant reader where she’s like hugely pregnant and feels achy and gross?? Bonus points for baby belly kisses because I’m ready to die
I strayed a wee bit from the prompt but I hope this is okay!
i dont know it feels like it took me so long to post it XD upon request this fic goes out to hachiro-hana THANK YOU AND YOURE AWESOME XD so this is a little different from my typical fluff pieces in that theres more…conflict, i guess. you’ll see XD yeah new for me so i hope you guys like it!!
“I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick,” Woozi says. He kisses your head and slides out of the booth. “Be right back.”
“Okay,” you smile at him. You watch his cute back as he strolls away.
“Should I get soup or rice?” Hoshi asks, glaring down his menu.
You look across the table and nod your head up. “It’s hot outside. Rice would be better.”
He scrunches his face and tilts his head. “But soup sounds good for some reason. Like I’m craving soup.”
Just the script of the first track in the new Digimon Adventure BD boxset drama CD. No, I will not share audio. The translation for track two will be posted in the future on my main website.
NARRATION: “Before The World Ends.”
NARRATION: Back when the Digital World was still called ‘the Digimon World,’ there was a single boat crossing a river.
TAILMON: Wizarmon, there’s a rock up ahead. Be careful. WIZARMON: Understood, Tailmon. TAILMON: Rain, huh? WIZARMON: This looks like it will be a storm. We should find land.
WIZARMON: There’s a cave over there. TAILMON: Yeah. There’s also a tree here that’s perfect for tying our boat to. [WIZARMON throws rope around the tree] WIZARMON: I’ll go first. [jumps] It’s safe. Come jump down. TAILMON: Ah! WIZARMON: Tailmon! Grab onto me! TAILMON: Guh! WIZARMON: I’m pulling you up! TAILMON: I’m sorry. Thank you for your help. WIZARMON: I’m glad to be of service. But I did not expect someone like yourself to slip… [The boat starts pulling away] TAILMON: What? WIZARMON: Tailmon! This way! WIZARMON: The river! TAILMON: It’s being sucked up into the sky! It’s not even a tornado… WIZARMON: That was a close one. If we had delayed a second later, we would have also been pulled into the sky. TAILMON: What is happening to this world?
NARRATION: Tailmon and Wizarmon. The two of them were ordered by Vamdemon to journey in search of the Crests. However, as they watched the world fall apart around them one after the other, all they could feel was a vague worry.
because i think yall might find my bitching interesting. if not, feel free to ignore :P if you DO like it, pls tag ppl who you think need to read this!!! i want this shit to go viral lmao
before i even start, YES, i am aware that “not all rich peopl!!!” wah wah wah. honestly. i hang out with kids in country clubs. some of my favorite people on this planet (@the-word-builder and @damnit-scully tbh) live on THREE DIFFERENT CONTINENTS and think nothing of sending me gifts out of nowhere that i’m slightly embarrassed about accepting. i’m *aware* that having money =/= being a bad person. i’m not making this post to talk shit. i’m making it to educate.
however, i WILL be getting snippy. it’s more important to me that i get my point across than it is that i don’t hurt ur feelings. if you want a civil discussion, be civil in ur reblog. i’ll be as nice as u are. deal? deal.
got it? alright. listen up:
Poor ppl work harder than u just to survive. “Hard work” has never and will never solve poverty.
now read that again. read it again and again until you believe me. look, hard work CAN help you get out of poverty, but it isn’t a guarantee. some people are poor because they are lazy, sure, but that is almost fucking never the ONLY Reason. believe me, i know a LOT of poor people, and every single one of them works their ass off in some way or another. don’t tell poor people to “get a job” you naive condescending fuck
We also have to have fuck tons of ingenuity just to get shit that u take for granted. We make coffee by putting our old-ass coffee grounds holder in a pot of boiling water until the water becomes coffee. I have spent hours collecting my high school’s spare scratch paper and binders so i could print out pdfs of feminist/anarchist/queer theory reading material, because there is no way in hell i will be able to convince any Bible Belt libraries to order that shit for me. A lack of “intelligence and talent” is not why we are poor.
do NOT condescend to us. Poor =/= uneducated or stupid. Both of my parents went to college (Dad got an associates, mom got a Bachelor’s), but my Dad still spent his whole life in the military or in labor jobs, and my mom has still been in fast food or unemployment for nearly a decade. You don’t know what we know or what we’ve learned. Be quiet.
speaking of which, y’all should know that the military preys on us because we are desperate for options and respect. i shit you not, we have multiple military guys (it’s always guys and they always focus on PoC males. i fucking promise u they are RARELY talking to a white kid MUCH LESS white girls. #privilege is real other white ppl stfu) come and try to convince us that the fucking military is a good plan for our future. and yeah, i spent a year at a richer high high school. the army guys came once. at my poorer school i’m currently at, they come several times a year. my library and office has pamphlets trying to convince CHILDREN to join up, all year. take into account the whole “ppl in the military r HEROES killin the MUSLIM TERRORISTS!!!!11!!!one!!!!” bullshit the Republicans shove down everyone’s throat day in and day out? I am almost definitely going to lose one of the kids i grew up with to the fucking war machine. the same war machine that, my dad has informed me, literally breaks human beings down to the point that they consider the person on the other end of the scope to be a “target” instead of a human being. do not fucking test me about this. the military preys on poor ppl and anyone with 1 ounce of common sense could tell u as much.
poor ppl have to break the law on a daily to survive (Not an exaggeration. Not hyperbole. Not anything but the literal truth) even if we aren’t drug dealers or thieves or any of the other stereotypical “criminals”. This is because there are a Fuckton of laws and most of them are stupid and unnecessary and discriminate against us because we don’t have the resources to drive all around town paying for insurance and licenses and other bureaucratic bullshit.
speaking of, the Law is a daily pain in all of our asses, and snitching on someone is the equivalent of announcing “I would rather ruin your life than deal with you myself”. In other words, going to the police for any reason other than your LIFE being in danger is a bad move (even if you ignore the fact that the police will probably fuck up your life, too, if you go to them for help), and even then you’re gonna get a rep for being a piece of shit coward.
We survive off of the generosity of others -yes, charities (and taxpayers if we’re pretending that shit is ‘generosity’ and not something y'all do begrudgingly), but tbh mostly other poor ppl who will let us use their running water when ours is off, knowing that we will share our food with them next time they run out of food stamps early- and we know that, and it is a constant source of insecurity. You don’t need to fucking rub it in.
and ^^ that mutual cooperation experience makes me preeeeetty damn skeptical @ the capitalist rhetoric of “we are all selfish assholes who will never help each other just because” like?? i’m alive and living with my actual *family* right now because of human beings’ spontaneous willingness to just fuckin help each other and be decent to near-strangers so……on ur left capitalists
Bugs, rats, vermin, parasites, and all manner of bullshit pests are a fact of life for us. We’ve accepted this, and don’t need to see your prissy disgusted faces when we talk about it.
It isn’t unusual for us to have blisters all over our feet (I have 6 at the moment not counting recent callouses) because we walk p much everywhere we go. (of course, if a poor person IS lucky enough to have a car they can drive????? they are STILL. POOR. LEAVE THEM ALONE)
Most of us have mental illnesses and/or addictions of some sort. That is usually because we grew up in dysfunctional homes were that shit was normal. That doesn’t mean that we aren’t responsible for our own bad decisions, but consider how much easier it would have been for us to stay on the straight and narrow if we had been born there. You know, the way YOU were.
Most of us don’t know very many people who AREN’T poor because this shit is generational and a cycle. Consequently we rarely have very much awareness of “the world outside” poverty other than thinking that y'all are stuck up and boring.
If we seem “rude” or “loud” to your sheltered asses, it’s because the culture of poverty generally stresses being entertaining and resilient rather than being polite, as middle and upper class cultures do. Google it.
it is COMPLETELY FUCKING LOGICAL for us to have electronic shit -sometimes even cable and internet!!- AND be hungry AT THE SAME TIME. here’s how: food is a constant, as in daily, expense. Electronics are a rare expense (and the services to make them more usable are also, to a lesser extent). Besides fear, hunger, depression, stress, and the capitalist social stigma against poverty, the worst thing about being poor is that you are ALWAYS. BORED. Of course we would rather spend a few days hungry and still have *something* to do than sell our phones and laptops secondhand, spend all the money on necessities in like 1 week, and then be in the exact same goddamn economic position…except now, no phone and no laptop. once again: we are not fucking stupid.
Every single middle class person I have ever fucking met (no matter how nice and non-snobby they are) has been a thousand times more “entitled” than anyone on “government handouts” and if u aren’t poor and disagree with me because Bill O Reilly said otherwise pls fuck off
let me make something perfectly clear. poor people do not need or want your “attention” or “approval” or “sympathy”. we don’t give a shit if you think we “deserve” basic necessities. we don’t care if you think we are “entitled”. we feel sorrier for ourselves than u ever could, your opinions of us cannot help or hurt us. you know what can? your actions. to you it may be some kind of like? political or philosophical move to not support food stamps / welfare / any other “entitlement programs” (as i’ve heard them called before) but you know what it is to me and mine?? SURVIVAL. pride does not factor into it. at the end of the day we are biological lifeforms with instincts that will drive us to get our needs met no matter what we have to do. if you refuse to give us your fucking table scraps, we will start stealing. and selling meth. and joining gangs. this isn’t a threat, this is a FACT that i KNOW because that’s what my life is like. alright? if i can’t get charity to feed myself and my little brothers, i pull some Aladdin shit. and no, i don’t feel guilty about it.
if you make life more difficult for minimum wage workers to prove a point you’re a bad person. point blank. they HAVE to put up with u. u don’t even wanna hear the horror stories my parents have told me about working in retail/fast food, but no matter how much abuse u give someone in the service industry, their job requires them to take it and kiss your ass because their bosses don’t give two fucks about them, only the profit margin. no matter how “incompetent” you feel like the person SERVING YOU is, be fucking polite, or you’re a bully. end of
finally: if i wanna talk about hating capitalism, i will. i have gone out of my way to educate myself on this, even if i haven’t gotten a “”college degree”” on it (yet). i have LIVED what Marx was talking about, despite being in one of THE RICHEST NATIONS ON THE PLANET. i have invited strangers into my home because i knew they could die if they slept outside in the cold, i have stolen for food, i have begged for food, i have carried tubs of wet laundry across town to get them dried at someone else’s house, i have paid my fucking dues. i will bitch about capitalism on the internet and i don’t care if you have a problem with me being 17 and criticizing the system, i don’t care if you are *yet another* douche who thinks that “it only works on paper” is some kind of original comment. s t f u
So this is my personal account of the Storybrooke UK con. I’m going to tell you all I can remember about the panels and lounges, as well as what I generally got up to! I’ll use subheadings to help organise things!
I accidentally clicked out of my other post and I was about to submit but now I have to rewrite and live through the feeling again lol But anyway… so the night of the first con, I write a mini report about what happened and I said I would write a longer one when I get home and, I’m home!
So I went to the concert with 9 people (overall 11, but two were only Friday and two were only Saturday). It was matsujunkie (Abby), mel-chan91 (Melissa), stormyjewels (Lily), stormychu (Eurie), JuJu (Abby’s friend ^^), Gena (Eurie’s friend), Meghan (Eurie’s friend), DesTi (my friend/STORMY or atrandum from LJ), and then myself.
I’m going to skip to when we arrived at the con because I’m sure you don’t want to hear about how great the musubi café we went to was… oh wait, I just did lol jk jk jk but it was really great… and for ALL the songs, I was screaming so much!
So we picked up my friend DesTi and she helped directed us to the venue, which is actually quite easy. While we were driving we saw all these signs for Arashi and we even noticed part of the stage and while they were getting excited I was getting teary-eyed listening to the songs through the radio and we had to turn it off because we didn’t want an accident lol We finally got to the parking lot and the attendant was super nice and friendly! We saw a lot of fans going towards the marina and these cut-out boards and we decided to go too! But at that point we noticed that everyone was Japanese and they had chairs with them and badges. Mel was talking to Abby and told us that we shouldn’t even bother because we need wrist-bands to be able to enter so we turned around and did a walk of shame. Literally we were the only people going the opposite direction!
We finally get to the line and noticed that we were only like the second layer and we were right next to the goods section. This was about 1pm now. While we stayed in line, we met someone from San Francisco and she was really a sweet and fun person to talk to! By the time we walked in we had exchanged LINE and added her to our group chat because she would go the next day. During that time a guy and a translator from NHK was going around. They stopped by us and actually interviewed our group we think because JuJu was not Asian haha We were able to say we were from, why we liked Arashi, and what was their “charm” and how they helped us become friends and then we said a small message to them! Hopefully we get to see it haha Also, Abby drew the Hawaiian Arashi logo on my arm like a tattoo, it was so cute
At about 4:30pm, they were finally letting us! The line moved somewhat swiftly and VERY ORDERLY. The only thing was it was right by the porta-potties so it stunk a lot by that area. But once we were by the tickets we were fine. We got our tickets AND OUR CHAIRS! And I was so happy I was like “I GOT A CHAIR!” and waved it kinda in victory. The group next to us laughed at my enthusiasm and agreed. Then we got Leis with Arashi’s colors! Luckily some of our friends were able to save us seats right in the middle of D-5. They stage was right in front of us and so we would have a great view! Oh throughout the concert, there was this couple behind us and I’m not even sure if she was a fan or what? But I know that she had an orange bracelet on? But every time DesTi and I reacted to a song, which was EVERY SONG and we screamed they looked at us weird. Like just from the small parts that started and we knew we were like AHHHHHHH!