#GelCaps

[aloehandsanitizer]

[thelovelyblark-barg]

I’m not sorry for the Pyro spam, they’re very Shaped 

[nexus-nebulae]

whyyyyyy am i waking up with heartburn the only snack i had before bed this time was a GRANOLA BAR

[3scythes]

Finally had a goddamn easy time falling asleep everybody say thank you 60mg CBD/10mg CBN gelcap

[theradicalace]

i think i have a cold :(

[gamerphonzy]

The militant wing of Red Pill Reddit?

Or is that indistinguishable from Red Pill Reddit at large?

I don't mean to impugn on an artist's work, it's a hard job I know. But I THINK someone may have forgotten to...oh you know, draw Zatara's FACE Action Comics #141

[3liza]

I want POTS people to know that Vitassium is just 5 parts salt and 1 part potassium. you can make it at home if you want. put five scoops (any size of scoop) of salt (sodium chloride) in a jar. put one scoop (of the same size as the salt scoops) of potassium chloride or citrate (usually sold as "salt replacer" for people with high blood pressure, but you can search "potassium citrate" or "potassium chloride" on Amazon and find big bulk bags of it) in the same bowl. mix it up real good. that's Vitassium. you can put it in empty gelcaps, which are also very cheap on Amazon or wherever. I haven't done the math so I don't know how much cheaper it is per dose than brand name Vitassium (which is about 24 cents per capsule) but it's probably a lot. if you don't have trouble with doing small dexterity tasks like making capsules then it's a good savings. if you have trouble with those tasks and buying premade is worth it for you, disregard this post.

[doctoraxiom]

nail pro tip- they claim you can't mix regular polish and uv cure layers but actually if you're willing to let your polish outgas overnnight uv gel will adhere just fine to it the next day.

You also have to work fast (<15s between gel application to cure) and cure one nail at a time because regular polish is slightly soluble in the uncured uv gel and letting it dissolve too much also compromises the stability of your nails.

I'm a fairly active, work-with-my-hands-on-high-manual-effort-jobs person and last time I did this I managed to keep my nails totally unchipped for 8 days before they started going.

I also like doing this because it's way easier to remove uv gelcaps if there's an acetone-soluble layer underneath.

God i love chemistry

[dorothygale]

when i take my vitamins i remember when i was a kid i looked at my mom's vitamins and one was a clear gelcap kind of thing yknow and i was like what would happen if you cut it open? is it liquid inside or is it all solid? and my mom was like hmm i don't know and we put one on a plate and she cut it with a butter knife and liquid came out. and we were like kermit nodding dot gif. anyway idk that's a fond memory with my mom for some reason

[cr1mson5returns]

Another fic idea I've been kind of tossing around...

I meant it when I said I really just stopped reading comics after the Red Robin solo series got cancelled.

Tim spends a little longer in Iraq than he thought he would, and honestly these assassins are getting on his last goddamn nerve.

Owens is 100% intent on annoying the shit out of Tim and makes it super obvious. The man is a few inches taller than him and makes it so well known by ruffling Tim's hair and calling him "Shortcake" and just guffawing every time Tim gives him a nasty look. Pru is standoffish at first (nursing a broken nose) but eventually starts matching Tim's energy in her own way. She throws a bag of snacks at him and threatens to gut him if he doesn't eat, smacks him when he glares at her.

But Z is probably the most annoying of them all because he's legitimately trying to parent Tim and you're not my fucking dad, God, leave me alone. Z of course is not taking orders from a literal teenager and just kind of sits in Tim's general vicinity until he wears the kid down and gets him to at least tolerate his presence, if not warm up to him. One night, after a particularly difficult nightmare, Tim wakes up in a cold sweat breathing hard and finds Z sitting in an armchair by the window, where it's easier to see him in the moonlight. He waits a minute before asking Tim if anything ever makes it better, and is that.....concern? Tim sniffs (he's not crying, thank you) and admits that nothing really helps, that he used to take something to help him sleep but he doesn't anymore. Z stands up to leave and gestures to the bedside table. "It's not prescription, but it helps me sometimes."

When the man walks out, Tim looks at the bedside table and sees a small gelcap pill next to a glass of water. Part of him whirs with all the different concoctions of poisons that could be in that pill, but a bigger part of him thinks "fuck it, whatever" and downs it with a few gulps of water.

Tim has the best sleep of his life and wakes up the next afternoon well-rested and a little less cranky. He doesn't say anything to anyone, and nobody questions why he slept so late, but Z does ask him if he'd like breakfast food or dinner food with a gentle smile.

When the Widower attacks, Tim comes to after passing out from the initial shock and thinks - "Fuck this, I did not come all this way just to bleed to death in the desert." It's painful to stagger around trying to apply pressure to wounds and tearing his cape into tourniquets, and even more so dragging limp and barely-alive bodies into the car, and by the time he gets back to Baghdad he's lost so much blood and doesn't have the strength to get anyone up to the executive suite at Wayne Tower. He feels a little less terrible about it when he realizes that the League of Assassins has arrived, and he puts his head back and closes his eyes. What a terrible fucking day.

It takes work to save their lives. It's not easy but the League employs some truly skilled medical personnel, and Ra's trusts them to at least make sure Tim survives. Z, Pru, and Owens are able to get up and try to make their way around after a bit, and they all find themselves congregating outside the room where Tim is recovering. It's quiet for a moment while they all just look at each other with that feeling that only comes when you're 98% certain you'll never see each other again. At last, Owens speaks up. "You think we'll get in trouble if we go in there?"

Tim is not kept in a medically induced coma, but he is on very regular doses of very strong sedatives and painkillers. He's mostly unconscious the entire time, save for surfacing a little bit about thirty minutes before the next dose is due. He can hear the three assassins in the room, talking around him, and he desperately wants to interject in the conversation (because they're plotting to restrict his caffeine intake and come on, guys, I saved your lives, let me have this one thing) but it comes out as jumbled nonsense. He's almost aware that he's being sedated, but he's on the good drugs so the thought slips away about as quickly as it appears.

The assassin team is pretty worried that Ra's might decide to abandon this whole pursuit and just kill Tim in spite of earlier plans. They've just made the decision to mutiny and fight their way out of the Cradle when they're asked to help with applying some restraints. The doctors are weaning Tim off the sedatives but definitely don't want to risk what happens when he wakes up a little more lucid than he is now. So the trio breathes a collective sigh of relief and does as they're told, and when Tim does finally wake up for real he looks down at the restraints, up at the trio, and croaks, "I'm not a psych patient."

Owens can't help himself. "Not yet!" He's earned the glare. (Gotta razz the kid a little, they all almost died out there.)

Somehow Tim gets the trio on board with his plans and when the League bases go down, they fight their way out through the Council of Spiders and go back to Gotham City as a group. Halfway there, Tim realizes - oh, shit, there's nowhere in the world that the trio can go where Ra's al Ghul won't have them hunted down and killed. He sits back in his seat on the plane with a sigh. There's so much responsibility happening right now.

When all's said and done and Bruce Wayne's legacy is intact, and Tim is a little less fucking edgy all the time, he quietly procures a house in a nice neighborhood and shows up at the safehouse where the trio are hiding out one day like, "Get up, we're moving in." And they all exchange looks but they follow him, because what else are they going to do? And the house is cute, not a mansion by any means but a fixed-up little historic home in a neighborhood mostly full of old folks and families. Tim's already put basics in there as far as furniture goes, tells the others he doesn't care what they put up on the walls "as long as you don't have any guns in sight, we're going to have people over sometimes, Jesus." But Z knows it's fond.

Other heroes are very....skittish about Tim's housemates. Kind of wondering why he trusts these people not to just kill him in his sleep. But Z does sort of corner Tim in the kitchen one day and tell him, "You don't have to do this, you know. Not everything that happens is your fault."

Tim shrugs, affecting carelessness. "I'm just helping." His hand shakes a little lifting his mug to his mouth for a sip.

[xxangeldustanalogx]

mukbang video but its me taking a full bottle of dxm gelcaps in three mouthfuls

[shatteredgoddessdoll]

Faerie Powder

cw: violence

A doll hovers excitedly next to its witch.  For years, it has helped sell the faerie powder its witch makes.  Today, she is going to teach it how faerie powder is made!

It follows its witch into the forest.  An hour later, it spots three faeries.  One trapped in a cage radiating its witch’s magic, two others desperately trying to free her.  As it approaches, two faeries flee, and its witch lifts the cage and begins the process of carrying it home.  It never considered the possibility that live faeries were needed to create faerie powder, but it makes sense!

Back in its witch’s hut, its witch gets to work.  She retrieves a scalpel and begins the process by surgically removing the faerie’s wings, screams resonating throughout the workshop.  It asks its witch if the pain is necessary and its witch nods and she bottles the sound.  The wings will be preserved and sold for their levitation properties - with a faerie wing in hand, a witch can fly for a short period of time.

Its witch pulls out a machine and sticks a needle in the faerie’s veins.  The hum of the machine makes the faerie’s shrieks sound more distant as it drains the faerie’s blood.  Soft lavender.  For whatever reason, it was expecting red blood, just like its witch.  Sensing that it wants to taste a drop of faerie blood, its witch describes the neurotoxic effects of faerie blood.  This could not be sold in its witch’s normal shop.  It understands now the secrets of the black market deliveries it occasionally makes.

Skin removed, its witch begins the process of removing faerie meat.  It remembers an advertisement in the store - “Faerie Jerky!  One bite will nourish you for a week, perfect for long journeys”.  It had always thought the faerie jerky was an advertising trick, not meat from actual faeries.

As its witch removes the faerie’s eyes, she describes the process of sanding and polishing them until they are smooth as glass.  It remembers the eyeball decorations scattered throughout the store and home.  It always thought they were glass.  Knowing their true origin makes the decorations far cuter!

It’s finally time to create the faerie powder!  Skin, bones, and other remnants of the faerie are placed into a large grinder.  The final ingredient is added - the faerie’s scream its witch bottled earlier.  As it churns, surprisingly quietly, a steady stream of powder exits and lands in a large container.  It watches the process with delight, it has always wanted to see the process of creating faerie powder!

As the machine slows, its witch begins the process of dividing the faerie powder into vials.  Tomorrow, she will add them to the shop’s stock, ready for her eccentric customers to purchase.

Its witch takes 10mg of faerie powder, places it in a gelcap, and hands the faerie powder to it.  It smiles, swallows, and lies down.

As the dissociative effects begin to add distance between itself and its body, its thoughts wander.  This time, not through processing memories of abuse, but the joyful memories it created today, getting to be at its witch’s side as she created her medicine.

[thewickerking]

Cannot remember for the life of me where my dayquil gelcaps are (my mom bought me some when i had covid on new years) but I do remember where normal pills are and i took some s9 hopefully that helps. !!!

[speedlimit15]

ok i got to a point where i finally felt normal enough again after going cold turkey off wellbutrin+zoloft (lol please don’t do this btw) and a few weeks ago i started taking ashwagandha and extra strength magnesium gelcaps in the mornings again and i do feel different. more alert less foggy less obsessive. more motivation to do other things. i still think i need more iron and b6/12. thankfully tension tamer tea has some of the latter and i can get actual pills for all of them at the store. very important to take care of asap since i just know i won’t be comfortable cooking in our new living situation/we won’t have our own fridge space. once i get those levels back up umm i’m hoping i’ll be able to have enough energy to move around/stand up without being lightheaded and the variety of types of jobs im comfortable applying for will open up considerably. i really really want to try the ketamine clinic but i think that’s just going to have to wait until we’re in our own place again and we have more expendable cash. and who knows maybe i’ll magically feel better and i won’t need to spend all that money begging my brain to love me despite the physical circumstances

[tinystepsforward]

been on t (oral gelcaps) for a couple months now and it's been wild. i knew going onto it that i didn't want to go """all the way""" or whatever, that i wanted to see what it would do and how i felt on it! and mostly: i feel good. i feel more like a dyke than ever, and i have less pain than ever (which the endo and i did suspect would happen, bc t is good for a lot of connective tissue issues and orthostatic and/or circulatory issues). but it's still just like... wild?

i think if i was trying to pass as fast as possible i'd experience quite a lot more anxiety about the process. but instead i've watched myself stay someone i recognize, and despite accidentally being on a much higher dose than i thought i was on (my body metabolises the oil in the capsules better than it's supposed to, apparently), the changes have been slow enough that i've been able to see them coming. i wake up in the morning surprised that my voice is still dropping. i sing, at least a little in the shower, every day and every day the notes that are comfortable change. my passagio changes, the places my voice wheezes into silence changes.

my weak mezzo-soprano is now a weak tenor that brings me wonderful joy every time i realize i can sing mountain goats songs or my favorite musical pieces in the right octave. i find myself more able than ever to articulate myself eloquently in zoom calls, and less fatigued after them. it turns out that despite not really ever thinking of myself as voice dysphoric, something's been lifted off my shoulders anyway. my body's changing in shape just a little, belly and shoulders filling out, butt less bubbled, and while i was anxious about that (i love my hourglass figure!), it's becoming clear to me that at least a little of that anxiety came from spending the entirety of my adult life sex working.

i look different in photographs now, in some unquantifiable way. my eyebrows have filled out. my breasts are just a tiny bit smaller, in a way that means, with my new belly and my sudden ability to push past my past weightlifting records, that i look dykey in the most wonderful way in a sports bra or ribbed tank. i took a picture today and for the first time saw in the sunlight on my jaw and the tendons of my neck a shape i didn't know i had been missing. i realised that actually, i don't miss the bits of my hourglass figure that i've lost a little! that my vanity wasn't hung on that specific image of myself. just on me, looking like me. feeling like me. approaching the version of me that i'm happy with now, mostly retired from sw and having nobody to dress for but myself: a lesbian, low-voiced and femme and visibly queer, moving and speaking with the grace that comes from comfort in their body.

i have no idea how long i'll stay on t. it's been a wild couple of months for other reasons, and i do think i want to switch methods and to a dose that's a little lower than i have now. but i'm feeling good about it, right now! i'm feeling like it's another part of finding out who i am, testing the boundaries of what it means to be me, and coming out stronger. i wish for the same for any and all of you, that you have the chance to do that if you want to.

[shions-new-blog-of-stuff]

"Returning the Favor"

Canon x OC, Fluff, Sickfic

Leon groaned, resting a hand on his forehead. He can't even remember the last time he had a cold this bad. An old memory suddenly appeared in his mind--an old commercial in which a man wakes up and his head is just a nose. Probably for allergy medication of some kind. He had planned to take Catherine out for lunch the day she completely recovered, but now... He shut his eyes as a wave of chills surged from his head to his toes. The click and creaking of the doorknob and door opening made him look over at the doorway. Catherine walked in, dressed in plain clothes and her green apron, tray in hand with all the essentials for cold relief. Wisps of steam rose from the bowl of soup as she placed the tray in Leon's lap as he sat up. She gave him a gentle smile, "Really sorry, Leon. But I guess it's my turn to take care of you." Leaning over, she gave a soft kiss on Leon's cheek. "Good ol' fashioned chicken noodle soup. There's paprika in it, just like how Grandpa used to make. It's amazing!" Leon nods and eats, feeling the soup warm him up. His sense of taste has dulled, but not completely. He takes the little purple gelcaps from Catherine's outstretched hand, drinking them with the glass of orange juice. "Cath, you're the best," he said quietly. Blushing, Catherine waved her hands wildly. "Y-yeah, it's--" Her face turned beet-red when his hands closed around hers. "We're definitely still going to that buffet, I promise, Cath." "Trust me, that can wait...And...um...I got something else in mind afterward..." "Oh?" "But let's wait until we're both germ-free, haha..." @squashfics @the-resident-vampire @mishwanders @likesugarandcyanide @notrattus