Feminism in 2012: men and women have so few differences it's stupid that we even still have gender segregation in sports.
Feminism in 2026: but if we let the big scary trans women play on the girls team how will the girls handle it? She's so scary and we could never compare with our delicate glass bones and paper skin
What the fuck happened? Who are you people and why have we backslid so far you've started believing in your own inferiority impressed on you by the patriarchy?! You can't win all of em but I guarantee having trans women on your teams won't fuckin kill you. She doesn't have a BIOLOGICAL ADVANTAGE! She's just some girl! She'll win and lose just as much as any of you and hiding behind your transphobia to say it's any different is fucked up and wrong.
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When Baran is sick Trinity just goes into full caregiver mode. Always on her about resting and not moving a finger no matter what, nagging her every two seconds that Baran somehow never gets sick of.
And Baran is a very clingy person while sheโs sickโ even more so than she is when sheโs not. She follows Trinity around like a lost puppy even when Trinity insists on her to just sit down. Blanket trailing behind her on the floor, hand clinging to Trinity if nothing else. Practically needs human contact as her medicine.
The only way to keep her still enough to get some rest is by Trinity snuggling against her in bed, practically melting within the hot covers as Baran shivers underneath them, warming at Trinityโs touch.
Baran roaming her hands all over Trinityโs body as Trinityโs massages her hair, desperate to intertwine herself within her. Baran practically climbs herself onto Trinity, doe and glazed eyes staring into the younger womanโs mere inches away.
She mutters quietly, Trinity, need a kiss.. please.. make me feel so much betterโฆ
Trinityโs hand coming over to cup her cheek, other hand trailing down to her waist and trailing soft circles with her thumb. Youโre sick, Baran. You wanna get me sick, too?
Baran whines at that, too needy to actually care if Trinity gets sick aswell, just need to taste her on her lips, letting out a Pleaseeeeeee Trinity.. letting her guard and any chance of control down entirely
Trinity eventually faces and grants her a kiss which turns into a series of relaxed and sloppy kisses as Baranโs hands come to cup her face. When Trinity eventually pulls away, Baran leans back in desperately, Trinityโs hand comes between them and rests on Baranโs chest. No more. You need rest now, donโt make me ask again.
Baran lets out another whine before collapsing into Trinity and burying herself within the crook of her neck. Trinity traces circles on her back until her breathing evens out and she eventually falls asleep.
Trinity did end up getting sick afterwards, and the two of them spent a lot more time in makeout sessions when Baran convinced Trinity that she couldnโt possibly get even more sick.
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it's kind of crazy climate change has occurred at such a remarkable pace that I and everyone else around my age can remember a completely different climate in our childhoods. I truly watched winter gradually disappear in my life.
"You're too young to remember this, but there used to be so many insects outside that you would have to clean them off the windshield after a long car ride" is the kind of sentence that would have been in a cheesy scifi short story earlier in my life, perhaps submitted to a literary magazine and accepted to show support for its environmentalist message - now it's something I've said in earnest.
AU where Trinity is a superhero whilst also working at the Pitt. Everyone working there figures out Trinity's "side gig" but it becomes an unspoken secret and they all quietly cover for her when necessary, mostly because Trinity isn't as subtle as she thinks she is - especially when she disappears for 30 minutes "to get a drink" and comes back smelling of smoke with bruises and a barely concealed costume hidden under her scrubs.
Then Baran starts work and can't figure out why Trinity is so nervous and secretive around her. She's extra puzzled when she asks to speak to Trinity about it and she keeps getting increasingly ridiculous reasons as to why she's too busy to meet and discuss it. She tries bringing it up with the rest of the staff who look like they're keeping something from her, but also refuse to elaborate.
There's only one logical answer: Trinity has a crush on her.
Baran had a list of excuses Dr. Santos had given her after making it her personal mission to talk to the younger woman.
Got held up by Pittsburgh's finest while trying to buy a redbull
Kidnapping attempt while attempting to buy a redbull
A lady was giving birth on the bus when she planned to make an early stop before work to get a redbull
Got stuck in a tree trying to save a cat on her way to get a redbull
Robbery in progress while attempting to buy a redbull
Had to save the city from impending doom while trying to buy a redbull
Sudden high speed ice cream chase while she was there to try a redbull flavored ice cream
Alien abduction... on her way to get redbull
She had tried to get information from Princess and Perlah - hoping that maybe they could give her a little insight into what she had done to either scare Trinity off or insult her so much that she (quite literally) ran from the attending on occasion. All she managed to get out of them were a few non-committal comments and a throw away statement that maybe Baran just intimidated her a little. Princess had made a small comment under her breath in Tagalog, noting that it wasn't exactly hard to do when Baran was quite literally Trinity's type.
Dennis and Victoria hadn't given much either - but what they had given solidified her new running theory that the other doctor simply had a crush on her.
Granted - it also didn't help that she knew Trinity was the new "masked vigilante" in Pittsburgh. She had seen the iconic costume under her scrubs that her son was so utterly obsessed with. Baran knew quite a few within the department had cottoned on as well - she had seen the way Dana left elastic wraps conveniently at the desk Trinity tended to use. How Dennis or Victoria would pull her into a supply closet or the lockers and she would come out with a few bandages or smelling less like smoke. How Joy would make a point of yanking Trinity's scrubs down when the costume would show.
She sighed and squared her shoulders - today she would corner Dr. Santos.
was outside earlier and a bird Came Up, squatted down, fluttered itโs wings at me and opened its mouth like a hatchling begging for food (it was a grown female) so I went and checked the seed cube in the feeder and the thing was completely covered in mold. this is one of the weirdest things thatโs ever happened to me. how did she know im the one in charge of the birdseed. How Did She Know To Pantomime Hunger At Me. Hello.
i have spent my afternoon confusedly getting dressed, driving to the store, purchasing a new seed block, driving home, washing the cage, and getting the feeder set back up. i donโt take this much care for my Own nutrition. ive been bullied into a grocery store run by a tufted titmouse. i feel so loved
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Made this post about 15 minutes after the repair guy who fixed the pump on my dishwasher packed up his tools and left, as the dishwasher was whirring along doing my dishes from that morning.
He said the exact same thing, which I did not know before that, so spreading this knowledge.
school uniform codes extending to what colours youโre allowed to dye your hair, and what piercings you can have and stuff is so crazy. you HAVE to go to school and youโre not even allowed to have pink hair or pierce your nose about it????
โoh itโs to prepare you for the workplaceโ okay. i donโt think any workplace should be dictating what you can and canโt do with your body either and i think itโs strange to decide to teach children that their body is not their own
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(they looked at each other once)(they aren't even getting anymore interactions) (neither actor is returning as far as we know) (there are like 2 other fans)
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Baran is not proud to say that she nearly loses a fight with the football strewn across the driveway. She gives it an irritable kick once she regains her balanceโthat's for nearly making her face-plant onto the gravelโand pulls in a breath as she grabs her keys from her bag, some of her drowsiness dusting off with the brief fright.
Idly, she hopes you haven't heard her strangled yelpโnot because you would laugh, no, but because you would get that look about you. That displeased frown, the twist of your mouth that wordlessly says you hate all of this, how the hospital bleeds her dry, how she won't let you inconvenience yourselfโ"it's not an inconvenience if I want to, Baran"โand she's too weary to rehash it all again tonight. Actually, she thinks, slotting her key into the lock, she'd very much prefer to never speak about any of it again, in any capacity.
The door quietly creaks open, the house's warmth drifting through. Baran steps in with a slow exhale. It's unusually silent, with Kian at his father's, but light floods everywhere, the familiar scent of home lifting some of the weight off her shoulders.
She's grateful not to find you in the living room. You're not in the kitchen, either, though a pot of something bubbles at the stove.
"Azizam?" She calls out, trudging over to the stairs.
"Here." Your voice drifts down. It's a little muffled, courtesy of the half-shut door of her bedroom. Baran reaches it and gently nudges it open, her smile, already in place, slipping when she takes in the sight in front of her.
There's a basket of laundry at the foot of her bedโlaundry she hadn't washed before leaving, she's certainโand you're sitting on top of the covers with your legs crossed, folding. Piles of neatly folded clothes flank your sideโshort stacks of her t-shirts, another one for her leggings, small balls of socks gathered into a circle. All in dark shades, her blacks and browns and deep grays.
Baran stares. You look up from the shirt you're folding and flash her a smile. "Hey."
Her eyes dip down to your hands, locked on their fluid movement. You tuck in the sides of the shirt, smoothing the sleeves down flat, then fold it in half.
"Whatโ" She finds herself faltering, briefly taken aback. Baran swallowsโthe action is difficult in a way that alarms her, her throat suddenly tight, her voice coming out more choked than she expects. "What's this?"
"What?" You stand, carefully sidestepping the towers of folded clothes. She's still frozen in the doorway, startled back into moving when you reach for the bag on her shoulder and rid her of the weight.
Her eyes grow hot. "You don't have to do my laundry for me."
"Can't I want to?" You murmur, drawing back closer, tugging her into a hug. "Hi."
Baran swallows again. "Hi," she whispers. Her arms sling around you, her head falling to rest against your cushiony warmth. Her eyes shutter closed; she breathes in, feels your scent filter into her lungs. She holds it for as long as she can, her lungs itching, then pushes it out slow. "You didn't have to do that," she says quietly.
"I know," you hum, squeezing her. "How was your day?"
Baran sighs into you. She feels you brush a soft kiss to her skin, then feels you reach around to free the clip from her hair. Feels you ease the teeth out, gently smooth over the crown of her head, loosening the ache that had been pounding up at her temples. At her prolonged silence, you give her another kiss and cinch your arms around her tighter.
"Long, huh?"
"Mm." She mumbles.
It's all she can manage. She hates it sometimes, how forcing the words through feels monumental. You're never upset when she comes home like this, her mouth suddenly too heavy, her jaw feeling like it's glued shut.
Baran digs her face deeper into you. All at once, she's overwhelmedโwith you, with the way you love her, lift her up like it's so easy. She'd grappled with her independence for so long. It's been an uphill battle, her whole lifeโyes, she's capable, yes, she can be responsible. But it's different, having someone else take over the reignsโnot because you think she can't. Never because of that.
