harmonysspot:

1. Cramps
2. Blood. Blood everywhere.
3. Hormones rising
4. The need to cry over little things
5. The need to cover the smell
6. Lack of sex

theresjustsomuchmoretolearn:

frozenvalves:

okay W O W 

I might have to start creating a period tracker app that DOESN’T feature fucking flowers or pink or anything like that

jesus christ 

yumoirs:

; wow wait so if women can influence each other into changing their menstrual cycles to match, what if all the women in the world just made their period week all at the same time, and every year at that time men would take cover and prepare for battle with chocolates, soppy movies and tampons to fight against the pmsing vagina people,  it’d be like a recurring apocalypse kinda thing omg

((Once again, nowhere else to place this so you get stuck with my M/M OC relationships. The ship doesn’t exist yet, but it does for me so screw how ahead of myself I am in my Roleplay, I’m going to continue on my crappy fluff-ish writing that’s non-sims and more angst than anything. Yay, angst! ))

It was summer, but it was raining, not an odd occurrence when living in a place with humidity and tropical storms galore. It wasn’t just rain, though, it was a chilled rain. The kind that made one want to light fires and snuggle up by it, waiting for it to end. This rain found Warren Brenner outside, chilling him with it’s heavy drops of near-frozen temperatures. He wasn’t completely aware, though, having curled up with his arms wrapped around the cool surface that his head was reclined against. It was a hard and uncomfortable surface, but it wasn’t impossible to sleep on as Warren proved with his even breathing. The thin jacket he had on was easily soaked with the rain as the downpour continued, but he remained motionless, mud beginning to form around him and making the fresh dirt pack up more, turn a darker color than the terrain around it.

The grave was still fresh from the week before, the dirt still new and loose, the headstone still polished and even, the words were left unread by the male laying against it now. He didn’t need for the words to be read, he knew them by heart without a glance. He knew the day that Michael Andrew Grey’s life had come to the end, had felt the moment his spirit passed on. For a small second that night, the world was silent. A pause during which none of Mike’s family or friends dared to breathe, the machines had silenced, and everything went still. It was as though the world had stopped for a second to mourn the passing of such a kind, good-hearted soul. When the second passed, chaos took over. The machines were all ringing, people began to shout for Mike, and nurses began to pour into the room.

Warren hadn’t taken part in the chaos. He had known just as well as Mike that it was happening soon, had been able to see it. They’d already said their goodbyes, Mike smiling throughout because he’d force himself to be strong until the very end. When the light had left Mike’s eyes, Warren went numb. They’d gone over what Mike wanted to happen to the boys, what he wanted Warren to do when he was gone, but Warren couldn’t do a thing about any of that because he was too busy trying to feel.

He didn’t feel anything, numb, completely numb. He didn’t return the hugs from those around him who only wished to seek comfort, he didn’t cry with everyone who was huddling closer to the bed, he didn’t join in the hurt and loss because he didn’t feel it. He simply pushed past everyone, brushing them off, his face neutral. He didn’t want to be here. Not without Mikey. He didn’t want to be anywhere without his Mikey. Without a word to anyone, Warren left the hospital in his beat up truck and began to drive. He wasn’t sure where he was heading or how fast he was going, he was just driving. Maybe if he didn’t pay attention, he’d be hit and killed, then he wouldn’t have to feel the numbness of it all. Sounded like a good idea. Until a flash of neon caught his eyes, a very familiar flash of neon. The name read: The Lion’s Den.

Anger took over the numb feeling and Warren’s hands gripped the steering wheel tight as he pulled into the parking lot. He wasn’t usually a fighter, but there was someone here who really deserved his anger and more. He stormed into the club, ignoring the looks he got from random men and a few drag queens. A sharp voice and a flash of immaculately styled hair was all it took for Warren to spot the one he was looking for: Thomas Kalver, known whore who hung around The Lion’s Den. Both Warren and Mike had done the math, it had to have been Thomas who’d infected Mike with HIV. There was only one other person, but it made since for it to be Thomas.

“You.” Warren growled, his fists balled at his sides as he came towards Thomas, who seemed a little busy with someone else, but waved the other man off to look at Warren, green eyes raking over the slender body slowly.

Thomas smirked, raising an eyebrow in question at the other male. “Me?” He purred, voice shrill.

The punches weren’t expected as they landed, a few to each side, a few to the face. Thomas didn’t have much of a time to react as he was attacked by the angered male.

“You. You did this!” Warren shouted, continuing to his the other male as Thomas stumbled back, in a desperate tempt to escape the other male, falling into a leather couch. “You killed him!” A lot of the punches missed considering the fact that Warren was blind with anger and Thomas had started blocking a lot of the hits, taking a few here and there to hit back.

“I’ve never killed anyone!” Thomas argued, seriously confused about why anyone would accuse him of something like that. “You’re delusional!” Which was probably accurate because he’d seen the other male upset one other time, mad like this after he slept with Mike for the second and third times.

“You killed Mike!” The punches were loosing strength as Warren lost his fight, the blow of those words, acknowledging the death of the one he loved most was breaking him. “You gave him HIV!” The punching had stopped, Warren sucking in breaths quickly to try to stop himself from breaking down. For as long as he’d been mad at Mike for being so damn prideful and keeping up his walls, Warren was exactly the same.

“Sorry, honey.” Thomas said with a soft shake of his head and wide green eyes as he looked at the now violently shaking younger male. “Kitty’s got all her shots.” He held up his hands to show he was no threat. He got checked, frequently. Thomas was serious about his health, just as serious about his way of getting money. No point in making money if he got sick and could die. “Get checked out every month or so.”

“But you..” Warren was going to lose it. His whole body was shaking as he stood before the couch that Thomas had landed on and Thomas unfurled around himself, sitting up since no attack seemed forth and coming. Warren fell to his knees, unable to carry his own weight. He was still, peaceful, for a small moment before he broke.

A small, crystal-like tear tracked its way down Warren’s bruised cheek. It was a lone tear, but that alone symbolized his breaking point. His body shook with contained sobs as he desperately held onto a shred of his sanity. A gentle hand with long fingers pressed into his shoulder firmly, causing him to look up into light green eyes.

“Come on, sugar.” The voice was all sweet and sappy, still the kind of voice used to lure away men, but this time it held a hint of sincerity. This wasn’t about a job, this was about helping a broken person piece themselves back together. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.” The blond helped the long haired male up from the floor and started to walk him back into a room with a bed. He pushed the boy down on the mattress gently, just urging him to sit down on the edge as he disappeared through a door for a moment only to return with a wet rag and some Advil because he knew that Warren wasn’t going to sleep on his own tonight.

When Thomas returned into the room, Warren lost all control he had and began to sob brokenly over his lost love. His sobs were heart-wrenching to Thomas, who’d never known love at all, but felt horrible for what Warren had been through. He felt responsible, he’d screwed around with Mike and caused all kinds of hell for the couple when he shouldn’t have.

“Shh….” Thomas wasn’t sure why he was shushing the younger male or sitting on his knees before him, rubbing his legs lightly in comfort. This was weird for him, he wasn’t used to comforting people or feeling the need to comfort without using sex as a tool. “Shh.. I am so sorry about Mike.” So sorry that his heart was throbbing painfully in his chest. “I know you probably don’t believe me, but it really wasn’t me. I’m clean.”

No words could be formed through Warren’s intense sobs and tears. He’d never felt pain so raw. Sure, he’d mourned the death of family members and friends. Both he and Mike had gotten broken up when the news of Stephan’s death got to them. Never in his life had he felt so utterly hopeless and alone.

The rawness of it all was tangible for Thomas, the twenty-four year old was intrigued and deeply touched by the pure emotion pouring from Warren. It was so painful, a lone tear slid down his cheek and he wiped it away with a small laugh. “Look, what you’ve done,” he said softly. “You’ve broken the whore.”

There was no response from Warren. He continued to cry, so much so that he eventually had to choke back his sobs because he was beginning to lose his voice.

At some point, Thomas had begun wiping away Warren’s tears with the rag, carefully tending to the small injuries that Warren had gained from their fight. The worst one was a cut from Thomas’ ring that he wore. It wasn’t a deep cut, but it bled a bit and had a curve to it, following the ridges on the ring.

Thomas had gained far more injuries, the worst being a black eye. Or was that that his nose had been broken yet again. He’d lost count of how many times that had happened and couldn’t feel the pain from that so much anymore, like he was immune to it. Thomas definitely looked worse off than Warren.

“W-why?” The voice was scratchy, cracked, but finally able to be of some use as the tears had slowed, if only due to the need to replenish them.

“Why am I helping you?” Thomas clarified, looking into Warren’s light grey eyes for the first time since he’d met him. “That’s a simple one,” he said with an easy smile. “Serena would kill me if I didn’t help you.” It was a lie, but not entirely. Warren’s cousin would murder him if she found out he cast the other male away in such a state.

“T-truth.” Warren demanded with a shake of his head. His eyes were flaming in anger that his voice and body could no long convey. Mike had lied to him a lot, more than a lot, and he was tired of lies. He wanted the damn truth for once.

“Truth.” Thomas repeated, his voice quiet. “The truth is, I’m helping you because I know you. I knew Mike. I know how deeply you were in love and it absolutely breaks me to see you like this.” That was the truth.

Warren didn’t ask another question. He stayed still and quiet as Thomas continued getting rid of his tears and tending to his wounds. When Thomas set the rag aside, Warren turned away from his dark thoughts. “I’m sorry.” It was raspy, but still out in the open now as Warren looked over the damage he’d caused to the man.

“Don’t be.” Thomas responded with a shake of his head as he left the room to discard of the rag.

In Thomas’ absence, Warren curled up on the bed with a star shaped pillow that was there. He was so unbelievably tired, but there was no way he could sleep. Not with the image of Mike plastered in his mind now.

Thomas returned shortly with a glass of water, or what appeared to be water, and sat on the edge of the bed with the bottle of Advil. “You might want to take this,” he said softly to the male curled on the bed, a glance cast over his shoulder at him. “It’ll help you sleep.” At the suspicious look he was given in turn he rolled his eyes. “Oh, yeah. I’m going to help you and then rape you in your sleep.” A pointed glance was cast his way in turn. “Okay, yeah, maybe I’ve done it a few times, but give me a break, I’m changing after this.”

Warren didn’t bother with anything else. He believed people could change and he also just wanted to sleep at some point, so he moved back to the edge of the bed and took the bottle from Thomas with a small thanks whispered below his breath. Taking two pills out, he took the glass from Thomas as well and tossed it all back since it was just a small glass and the pills would go down easily enough.

The burning was not expected as alcohol entered his body. Warren coughed in surprise and looked at Thomas with distrust.

“I never said it was water and you never asked. Alcohol doesn’t make you forget, but it can help you sleep better. This is the only time I’m allowing this and Serena will not know.” Thomas said raising his hands again, palms open. He set the pill bottle down on the floor along with the empty glass. “Get some sleep and I’ll get you home later.”

With that, Warren was left to sleep in a rather used bed and a small star-shaped pillow was his only company. Sleep came easier than Warren would have liked that night.

But tonight, it was raining and cold. Warren was still asleep on the headstone as the cold continued to creep in. Mud stuck to his clothes as the solid dirt around him became over saturated. He slept as the storm continued over him.

Thomas looked at the clock, casting a worried glance in that direction before sighing. “Come on, Warren.” The younger male had asked for some time alone, to go see Mike, but hadn’t answered Thomas’ calls since and he was beginning to worry because it had been a few hours. Thomas decided enough was enough and grabbed his car keys, rushing out to his car. He began to search for Warren. Of course, the second place he looked was the cemetery.

“Thank God,” Thomas muttered as he saw Warren’s truck. He got out and headed for the section he knew he would find Warren. The sight that met his eyes was not one he’d forget easily. Warren was laying nearly motionless, his breaths hardly detectable in the chilly rain. “Warren?” His voice was soft because he was confused. What the hell was the other male doing? Napping on a grave? In the middle of this rain.. “Warren,” he said a bit louder, leaning down to shake his shoulder. “You’re freezing,” he mumbled to himself as his fingers came in contact with the soaked jacket and he felt a cold cheek. With a sigh, he began to remove Warren from the grave before he froze to death, though he’d probably already caught a cold. Rearranging the other’s arms, Thomas began to carry him to his car and set him in the passenger side, turning the heater on full blast, trying to keep contact with him as well to help warm him up.

“Mm..” The first sound from Warren came long after Thomas had began to warm him, having already rushed home from the cemetery. Thomas had been about ready to make a trip to the hospital when he heard Warren.

“You idiot,” he said, his voice awed by the fact that Warren had been so dumb. “You could have died!”

“Mm…”

“Don’t ‘mmmm’ me,” Thomas popped back, shaking his head, hands on his hips even though Warren had barely cracked his eyes. “You have no idea how worried I was, again.”

“Mmm..”

“You promised to never do it again and what do you do? Go ahead and worry me like this again.” Thomas said, his voice cracking a little from his heart ache, his fear. “I was so scared…”

“D-d-don’t b-be.”

The words that Thomas had been telling Warren all along got shot back at him and the older male laughed, a few tears leaking down his face because that was proof enough to him that Warren was okay. “Don’t do it again…again,” he said softly, cuddling up to the younger male.

“P-promise..again.”