Somewhat friendly headcanon. Time of the Month Headcanon.
Jack’s S.O. is on her "Time of the Month," "Shark Week," and "Aunt 'Flo' comes to visit." Or, in other words, her menstruation cycle or period has rolled around once again.
Jack doesn't know squat about periods.
"Sunshine, it's time to get-Uh!" Jack is cut off by his S.O as she throws her pillow at him.
Like. AT all, since he never properly learned about reproduction or puberty.
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"Sunshine, what's the matter?" Jack asks worriedly, he noticed a small heating pad tucked underneath his Sunshine's soft pajama top, the pad on full HEAT.
"It's "Shark Week, Jack," Sunshine muttered in pain, pulling the bedsheets over her head.
"I'm sorry, what does that mean?" Jack tilts his head to the side, not understanding the situation.
"I..." Sunshine blushed, her face bright pink. She then shakes her head, its 21st century, men can acknowledge periods, and it doesn't have to be that awkward.
"I...I'm on my period, Jack," Sunshine sat up into the bed, looking into Jack’s eyes.
"I've heard about those before, I just never understood what it was," Jack admitted.
"Menstruation is a woman's monthly bleeding, often called your “period.” When you menstruate, your body discards the monthly buildup of the lining of your uterus (womb). Menstrual blood and tissue flow from your uterus through the small opening in your cervix and pass out of your body through your vagina." Sunshine explained, "and its HELL!"
"Why is that? Does it hurt?" Jack worriedly asks, "Should I get you something warm to drink? Some painkillers?"
"Yes, it can hurt. Badly. And yeah, hot tea and a pain killer would be nice," Sunshine admitted, happy at Jack’s accepting nature, "And chocolate too."
"Sure," Jack smiled, kissing her forehead.
Jack would help her anyway he could.
Pain medication? Got it!
Dealing with unstable moodiness and actions. No problem.
"A tampon goes where?!" He would exclaim.
Endless cuddling.
Help with the cravings. Endless amont of sweet, salty, and unhealthy food.
Though he would limit some of the cravings, wanting his S.O to remain healthy.
When his S.O suddenly became horny, Jack will blush and gently turn her down.
Endless support.
Even though she's cramping Jack will encourage small exercises.
He would also prep healthy meals with lots of iron, fish, steak, pork, ect. And with plenty of veggies, too.
Endless amounts of warm and fluffy pancakes. (Mostly chocolate chip.)
(I just got a Tampax add after writing this. 😆 🤣 😂)
So I was reading a John Adams biography, and, according to it, John Adams was known for making “original characters” that he would write about, and had the talent to be a good novelist.
Mae wriggled slightly under Tony’s arm, not really getting comfortable until she heard his breathing even out. The loud snore had her biting back laughter before she felt sleep start to tug her under.
"Mph-" Tony mumbled something under his breath again, eyelids stuck fast with sleep as he shifted and let out another snore, fingers tightening into Mae's shirt as his body started to relax.
Ok,this is just a personal bias right here,but stay with me,new headcanon:If it were to exist then,dave wouldve fuckin LOVED dark souls! I mean,THINK ABOUT IT,that shit is MAD hard,AND is punishing as fuck with clipping issues out the ASS. Its the perfect game bro and dave would BOTH love,and bro would always invade dave and kick his ass. The point is I want to fucking have an excuse to wear my dave cosplay and wear dark souls alright.
Writing War of the Ring era Dis. She's pretty awesome when she's in her 250s, let me tell you. We'll see if it makes it into the final cut of Rose.
Also have come up with a new headcanon: Gimli kind of becomes a surrogate son for Dis after the Battle of the Five Armies. They have a very close relationship, and he treats her the same way he treats his own mother.
Russian chant - На реках Вавилонских (by Callixtinus)
By the waters of Babylon, there we sat down and wept, when we remembered Zion.
On the willows there we hung up our lyres. For there our captors required of us songs, and our tormentors, mirth, saying, "Sing us one of the songs of Zion!"
How shall we sing the LORD's song in a foreign land?
I read somewhere that Tolkien's Dwarves are supposed to be reminiscent of the Jews. One day I'm going to create a fanfic based on Psalm 137
