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I don't even know what to say. This is freaking awesome

Traditional Georgian dancing.

Yyyyaaaassss

Reblog for Bunny Girl Shiki

Side not if you live somewhere where planned parenthood is available you can get birth control for cheap and they won't tell anyone you don't want to know including your parents. You can pick it up there or have it sent to a pharmacy. Where I am a yearly exam is 50$ and a box of birth control is 18$.

So I woke up this morning in a pool of my own blood.

Wait, let me back up.

Hi, my name is Cara and I’m a 21 year old woman. Every 28 days, give or take, I have a period. And it fucking sucks. Today, was one of those where I take from the 28 day cycle. I wasn’t due for another period for at least a week, but considering that my period is pretty much permanently irregular, I get to wake up a lot of mornings in a pool of my own blood. Hmm. Lovely.

I then proceed to dump my sheets, my underwear, and my pajamas in my laundry room in a tub filled with cold water, with the hopes that this time I haven’t ruined them permanently.

What next? Well, a shower of course! To wipe off the smell of rotting blood from my body! Squeaky clean and towel fresh I have about a two minute window before the volcano of blood begins to erupt again from my vagina.

What will it be today? A piece of chlorinated toilet paper cardboard with a string that I get to shove up my hole wherein the blood will sit and rot until the next time I can shove another piece of chlorinated cardboard up the same hole? Or, a plastic lined toilet paper diaper attached to my underwear that causes rug burn to my vaginal area when I walk? Well the later requires less coordination, and it is early, so I guess I’ll be sitting in a period diaper today. The best ever.

Of course, I could always just get birth control, and lessen this whole shit. But 1) I can’t afford it 2) I can’t ask my dad to pay for it because, guess what? Just like the men who run my government, my father correlates birth control with sexual promiscuity! Thus, sitting on my rotting blood, undergoing severe cramps that have on more than one occasion caused me to black out, it is! (Not that birth control is such a walk in the park either, our bodies have to learn to deal with the hormones and other chemicals and consequences that birth control entails.)

Then, I get to go to class, where I have to pretend that I am not a leaky faucet of blood and tissue. I get to sit in Calculus, and if heaven forbid, I need an additional pad, I have to be discrete about it, so as not to offend the men’s gentle sensibilities to the fact that I am the one dropping tissues and blood from my body through my vagina.  

I once asked a male to take me to the pharmacy so that I could pick up (GASP) pads, or as we like to call it “feminine products” (again, so as not to offend the gentlemen’s overly sensitive natures) and had him equate me talking about my period to him talking about his erections.

ARE

YOU

FUCKING

KIDDING

ME

No.

This is nothing like your fucking erection’s. I don’t derive any enjoyment from this. I can’t mentally control any ounce of this entire process. I can’t masturbate my problem away. My period does not end in orgasm.

It stays. For at least five days in my case. Draining blood out of my body. Causing me severe cramps, making me irritable -not because I’m uncomfortable (which mind you, would be reason enough) - but because my hormones are all over the place, bloating me up to two sizes larger than I normally am, I have to actively fight not to smell like a fish market, and on top of that, you want me to be hush-hush about this? Because it’s icky for you?

And this is not an attack on that one man, this is an attack on ALL MEN who on top of sitting on their throne of gender privilege want me to stay quiet and be content about the fact that five days out of every month I get to undergo this happiest of joys.

And then, these very same men have the audacity to get annoyed because we don’t want to listen to their bullshit complaining about traffic? Or whatever other meaningless story they happen to tell us while our bodies are actively fighting against us? Then we get to be the butt of their tired-ass jokes? Sorry, I am most certainly not sorry.

I repeat NO. I say women come out of the period closet and say, “You know what, this happens to me. Every. Fucking. Month. And it’s terrible. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY MORNING.” Because the truth is, if I live in a country where Viagra is covered by medical insurance, but birth control isn’t, I can no longer keep denying that I live in a country that is actively waging a war on women. And if I live in a country that is actively waging war on my sex, the least I am going to do is break patriarchal social propriety to inform anyone and everyone of the shit biological process I was BLESSED enough to be born into.

Hello, my name is Cara, I’m a 21 year old woman, and today I’m on my period. Let me fucking tell you about it.

Of Fairies and Fraternities Chapter 9

Hey all!  I decided to try and start posting my chapters on here as well as ff.net!  So, here is chapter 9 of ‘Of Fairies and Fraternities’!  Find it HERE on ff.net!

Lucy’s POV

Before Lucy knew it, almost a month had flown by at Magnolia University, and she was well acquainted with everyone in Fairy Tail.  She was so happy to finally have some real friends and escape the life that she was once trapped in by her father.  She could already feel herself getting stronger, her magic power a little more under control, and her spirits’ power coursing through her veins.  Everything was more perfect than she had ever thought it would be; she was getting along with her studies well, and she had had time here and there to work on her novel, which Levy was always hounding her about, but Lucy didn’t mind.  She was a full member of Fairy Girls, and Cana was a great mentor so far, letting her know all the events that were to happen in the guild, and setting a fairly good example of what alcohol can do to a person, but Lucy loved Cana either way.

Lucy made her way to the Battle Dome for Gildarts’ class; she was really enjoying the combat portion of her training more than she thought she would.  She was having fun with it, but deep down she was appreciating it because it allowed her the skill to protect herself and her friends if need be.

Lucy pushed open one of the large glass doors leading into the dome, heading down the long hall that opened out into the huge arena.  Gildarts was standing in the center of the room as usual, arms crossed over his chest, and blue mats stacked by his feet.  Some of the other students were filtering in eyeing the mats suspiciously as Lucy was doing as she waited for Natsu and Gray to arrive.  She liked having the two boys in the class with her, not only did she have friends in the class, but they were also great teachers.  They knew so much about magic and combat, Lucy knew that with them, and Gildarts, she was in good hands.

“Lucy!”  A familiar voice called, and before Lucy had time to react, a blur of blue fur slammed into her chest, nuzzling into her neck.

“Hey, Happy!” Lucy greeted him; he played the part of their personal cheerleader during class.  He liked watching Natsu train, and participated when he could during exercises.

“Yo!” Came Natsu’s greeting, not far behind Happy’s, as he and Gray walked across the lacquer floor, a bright smile plastered on Natsu’s face.

“Hey!”  Lucy called, one hand waving, the other supporting Happy as he sat  snuggled against her chest.  Her heart fluttered once again as Natsu gave her his signature toothy grin.  She shoved the feeling down, trying to ignore the blush that was threatening to appear, and attempted to compose herself.

“What’s up, Lucy?” Gray asked casually.  “You and Levy have had your noses crammed into so many books lately that we haven’t really had a chance to hangout at the guild.”

“Well, midterms are right around the corner.” Lucy giggled slightly and Gray ran a hand through his hair.

“A-ahh…  Right.”  

“Don’t tell me you two have forgotten?”  Lucy joked, but when the two in front of her looked away sheepishly, she placed her hands authoritatively on her hips.  “You guys!  They’re next week, you need to get studying!”

“Eh, I’ll be fine!  It’ll be a breeze, magic is easy.” Natsu waved her concerns away, but she placed a pointed stare at him.

“And what about your other classes?”

“Er…  You’ll…  Help me?”  Natsu grinned down at her and she rolled her eyes at him playfully.

“Right….  We’ll see about that one, buddy.  Maybe I’ll just have to go tell Erza.”  The two boys looked at her in horror, and Lucy stifled a giggle that was threatening to burst from her throat.

“Alright, listen up everyone!  Stop flirting, time for class,” Gildarts clapped his hands, gave a playful stare at the trio making Lucy’s cheeks burn in embarrassment, and then continued.  “Today we will be focusing on hand to hand combat.  I know, this is a magical combat class, I get it.  But everyone can benefit from some fighting skills you know.  Magic isn’t fool proof, you can run out of magical power or someone can overpower you, and you’ll need combat skills.” He explained and then gestured to the blue mats by his feet.  “I want you to get into pairs, grab a mat, and just practice what you know.  I’ll be around to help and to give you some other moves you can pracitce.”

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ATTENTION PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, I think i have it now and i appreciate it.

I’ve just made a bet against my Dad that if this post gets 2 million notes then i can get a Puppy. [like the one underneath]

I didn’t realise how much 2 million was and i couldn’t take that number down now. It should look like 2,000,000 in the notes bar.

He’s convinced that this will never reach that number, and very confident about it so Let’s prove him wrong!! He thinks this will get about 25 notes beofre it’s left in the dust.

You don’t have to do it for me. But for the point and to prove him wrong. He has to pay and everything so let’s make him suffer with it!!

I’m counting on you!!!

Remember it’s 2,000,000!

Not that I ever really reply or post, guess im just more of a watcher;)

(you know I'm funny)

For the NaLu fandom

The general perception of the anti-NaLu fandom is that we’re all rabid fans who feel threatened by Lisanna, NaLi and basically any ship that isn’t NaLu.

So to prove them wrong, I’m making this post. Reblog if you’re a NaLu shipper, but you like/love Lisanna and have stayed in your lane and have never sent hate mail anonymously or otherwise. Come on guys, we can do this!

Reploging forever

Mom used to love to avoid looking at me. She avoided thinking of it. I wanted her to think it through with me, to worry with me. To say she wanted to live life with me.

“My body, my choice” only makes sense when someone else’s life isn’t at stake.