Hey there handsome~ you seem tired of living in a society, would you maybe like to commit some casual manslaughter with me? Just the two of us? We could even hold hands while the screams of our victims fade into the soft hum of the night~
Alright! Whoever sent me that kind anon today, and to my bros, thank you! Y'all made me think of something possibly really obvious but whatever we're doing shit!
Long story short, I try my best to be kind and nice and I never shut up about how important it is to Share the things you enjoy, so I'll be inaugurating Homie Hours® (title courtesy of @escapesos who is wordy and hot)
I'll try to share something I love and what I find lovely about it, and this is an open invitation for whoever wants to send some stuff in too.
Share your favorites and recs! That one fic you read by an orphaned account! Do some self promo! Everything goes so long as it brings positive vibes to the table! And it's not limited to fic either, if you have a fan artist you really love or if someone made a cool edit or whatever, send it in!
The purpose is to gather as many good vibes as possible and to create a space you can just yell kind things in. Whether it's because you don't usually reblog fandom stuff or because you'd rather be on anon when talking about something or just because there's never the right time or the right place to talk about that really cool thing you love, Homie Hours is for you! I'm just trying to engineer a little corner people can come to when they want to share good stuff!
Homie Hours will take place (hopefully) every Friday but you can send whatever you want, whenever you want and I'll just stockpile it away until Friday.
So, tune in, send some stuff, read my rambles about how much I love talented people, watch me be obsessed with my bros, let's hold each other's hands tenderly for a second!
(Added after writing) How it inspired me: It took me a while before I found any inspiration, but the lines Can the child in my heart raise above?/Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?/Can I handle the seasons of my life? and the chorus (Well, I've been afraid of changing/'Cause I've built my whole life around you/But time makes you bolder, even children get older/And I'm getting older too) did the trick for me. The chorus made me think of an angsty idea about James and Laurie that has been bouncing sroumd in my brain for a few days. Then, the first three lines made me think of James, because he's been familiar with abandon and being alone ever since he was a child, so after Laurie suddenly dies, he feels like he's a child again and he is wondering for how longer he'll be able to put up with being left by someone he loves before he completely loses himself, because it's a recurring theme in his life, and every time he feels a little more broken inside. The person narrating is Percy because I think that, even though Adam and James have known each other for longer, James and Percy could relate to each other better, because while Adam has had a net of people that have always been there to help him if he was struggling, they didn't. They both had to learn things the harder way, so they know how it feels. And they know that suddenly finding yourself surrounded by people that would give an arm (and more) for them may be overwhelming. So, we get to see them interacting more in this. (James helps Percy a lot in the main storyline, so Percy helping James is nice.)
Landslide
I woke up. Someone was playing a song on the piano. Being careful not to wake up Adam, I got up.
Slowly, I made my way to the library. It was James. I recognized the song, it was Landslide. I waited until he stopped playing before speaking. He probably need some more time alone. "I didn't take you for a Fleetwood Mac kinda person."
He looked startled. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up..." He whispered. I sat down next to him and pressed a few keys just for the sake of it. "At least you found an healthier way to cope with your feelings, for now." "Yeah..." "You really miss them, don't you?"
"How could I not? I... I had planned a considerable part of my life around them. We planned our wedding, we were starting to think if we should have adopted kids, if we decided to, we would have adopted two. And we would have went on Sunday hikes all together, and we would put the kids to bed and then dance together in the living room..." While telling me the plans he and Laurie made, James was smiling. "And..." He stared into the void and then, after a few moments, started crying. His tears left crimson stains on his jeans and his hands. It must've been a lot harder on him, to realize that Laurie wasn't there anymore. He was the one who felt their life flying away.
I hugged him. "I'm not that good with feelings, but... I'm here. Adam and I are both here for you. Oscar and Valerian too. And everyone else too. You just need to tell us..."
"Thanks Percy... But... I think I found a solution." He must have drunk too much. "James... Laurie's dead. You can't bring them back."
He looked at me like he knew way more than I did. "There's a way. My mother told me about it. That's why I play the piano at night instead of drinking all day. I need to be sober and stay focused om what I need to do during the day. I'm almost ready to set my plan into motion."
"James, you're worrying me. Please, at least tell me where you have to go and when." "To Heaven, and I'll go in a few days. As I said, I'm almost ready."
What? Did I get that right? "James... You're a demon! Whatever you plan to do, I'm sure that angels will kill you as soon as you approach the Pearly Gates!"
His eyes had a shine hidden in their depths, and I felt like all of us only knew a fraction of who James was. "I am way more than that, Percy Pleding."
I noticed the soft, golden glow crowning his head. It wasn't hard to notice it when the only source of light I had were a few candles here and there and the moon and the stars. He really was more than a simple demon. "Alright... Just, be careful please. It would devastate all of us if we lost you, too."
My hands lightly brushed against the piano as I got up and started walking towards the library's doors. "Percy." I turned, laying an hand on one of the shelves. "Yes, James?"
"You and Adam. Be careful too, I can only do what I plan to once, and we still have a long way to go before we can rest our heads and stop fighting." I nodded. "We will."
And with that, I made my way back to the bed where my husband, the thought still made my heart flutter, laid waiting for me. He surely was awake. After all, I would too if I had been through what he did when they took me.
lalabob11 replied to your post “I was able to use a Lena cup after giving birth, and liked it a lot...”
I have a really low cervix, so I’ve had trouble with getting my menstrual cup to fit and sit correctly. I finally found the MeLuna cups, which come in a wider variety of sizes than other cups. I highly recommend them.
Oh that’s good to know-- almost all the ones I’ve seen just come in the two sizes. But how are you to know what size you need??? Age is clearly not the factor that the manufacturers assume.
i’m just gonna cut because this got long, but there are a bunch of great replies here. Read On for Menstrual Cup Discourse from Stars Of Stage And Screen My Dashboard:
icantbearsedtothinkofone replied to your post“I was able to use a Lena cup after giving birth, and liked it a lot...”
I'm 48 and still using a small. I read somewhere that women who have a strong core (ie who do a lot of lifting) tend to be tighter down there, so.
...40. Thanks, autocorrectm
You know, I don’t even lift, and I wouldn’t have guessed my core would be all that tight. I get like, no exercise currently in my lifestyle, I’m basically veal.
But my vaginal passage does not seem to noticeably change size along with my state of fitness. Almost like it’s... a complex structure simultaneously governed by many processes and also not all that affected by much because body parts tend to do what they do. I don’t know.
(The followup message made me laugh a little; I had thought you weren’t much older than me, but I lose track of people sometimes.)
chippanfire replied to your post “I was able to use a Lena cup after giving birth, and liked it a lot...”
I've never had kids, but it took me 4 months to work out how to use my mooncup
For something whose sole instruction really consists of “kind of fold it up, and then WEDGE IT INTO YOUR VAGINA” they’re not really that intuitive to use. You know, folks, it turns out, YMMV, but the vagina isn’t really actually all that friendly to having things put into it. Turns out it mostly doesn’t like it, and for good reason. But since we’re so discouraged from experimenting, both by societal pressure and by the fact that the vast majority of the time the vagina would prefer to be left alone thanks, it’s real hard to get a sense of just what the hell is going on in there, let alone any real notion of the lay of the land.
I’ve been using these things a decade and a half now and I still sometimes just can’t get it to fucking work. At the moment, I just woke up and went and emptied it and my body did not like that, and then I put it back in and my body is like WHY, and I’m super cranky and crampy and having trouble doing all the shit I got out of bed early to do this morning. (Hence sitting here and being cranky on the Internet.) These things hurt when you’re using them correctly!
I saw a post recently about a kickstarter for a cup that an Ehrlers-Danlos (am I spelling that right?) sufferer had designed, that was meant to be usable by people with reduced handstrength, and the OP had captioned it “can you imagine, a menstrual cup that doesn’t TRY TO SUCK YOUR EYEBALLS OUT VIA YOUR VAGINA”, and I LOL’d super hard and then didn’t back the kickstarter because I’m a total idiot. But can you imagine??? I mean usually I can break the suction before I pull it out but sometimes that just makes a huge mess and sometimes I just can’t, so it’s like, SCHLORP, that is so disturbing and also HURTS.
Deputychairman reblogged your post and added:
This is good to know! On the recommendation of my earlier 30s, no-kids colleagues (the beauty of an all women office is we can talk about menstrual cups at work, it’s wonderful) I tried a Fleur cup and after 6 months just gave the fuck up because neither size had ever ONCE been comfortable or without leaks, but maybe I just need a nearly 40, have had 2 babies one? Also with this IUD I have a very light but long lasting period, which perhaps isn’t the flow these things are designed for - does anyone know?
Middle-Little sister has an IUD and has found that a menstrual cup is Not For Her either, but I don’t have more details on that.
(I am currently the only woman in my office. I don’t let that stop me, because the two dudes who are most often there are the manager, SuperDad, who has five children, four of them girls (the oldest 2 in their 20s by now), and my deskmate who is married and needs to Fucking Deal (and honestly is usually pretty chill about such things), but-- while they get it, they don’t understand and have no advice. But, I do have a huge number of actual sisters to call upon for all my anecdata, so I remain #blessed in that respect.)
I imagine it’s that the cervix undergoes Some Changes, moreso than the actual structure of the vaginal canal itself, by having entire human lives pass through it (pause for the obligatory nulliparous mind-blow moment, can you imagine that, wow), and there’s got to be a way to measure this that isn’t just Larger Size For Moms And Old Ladies Or Possibly Both. But I just don’t know how one goes about getting a fitting for such an item. Bra fittings are hard enough, I can’t imagine menstrual cup fittings.
tbh i dress exactly the same as my 35 male manager its kind of funny. he used to have a dreaded mohawk/mullet down to his ass and this enormous sceptum ring. We both listen to trashy metal while we work n he also has a ldr w a woman who lives in melb