#HEAD HURTS TOO

[cute-girls-from-vns-anime-manga]

Despite knowing without a doubt there is something wrong with both my ears and my blood pressure, I keep putting off making doctors appointments, its not so simple as I am anxious to pick up the phone and just get the appointment made.

I actually was actively seeking medical help for both issues for about two years, but us health care being what it is as well as the very real aged based medical bias causing many specialists to see i'm only in my mid twenties and immediately begin to condescendingly inquire about stress levels and whats REALLY going on and treat me as if i'm a hypochondriac despite the very real symptoms they observed.

It was demoralizing to be going broke seeking help, only to be looked at like I'm wasting someone's time with my bullshit.

[star2fishmeg]

Never eating chocolate again. It's going on my food blacklist for real this time. It can sit with fast food and cream in the sin bin

[gabimedialuna]

I am in a weird tate of acceptance and if i died right now it'd be okay by me. I feel like even if i hadn't accomplished anything, or had very meaningful moments with others, or couldn't express the things i always wanted to express, or any other thing such as not having played or read all the good things in this life, it was alright. I'd prefer to die like this than in any other way. i just wish it wasn't so lonely

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

Maybe I have strep throat

[druid-for-hire]

[images ID: three images of a comic titled "one must imagine sisyphus happy" by druid-for-hire. it is a visual narrative beginning with someone with wrist pain (depicted by bright orange nerves) working at a drafting table. the reader is shown the same wrist as the person uses it for many everyday tasks such as carrying a grocery basket, pushing elevator buttons, typing, and doing dishes, until the pain dissolves all the panels into chaos. the person then performs several physical therapy exercises until the pain subsides. they sit back down at a desk with their laptop, sigh, and begin typing. a small spark of pain reappears. end id]

a fun little piece i made during the semester and submitted into our school comic anthology! (which you can buy at the Static Fish table at MoCCAFest in NYC ;] ). it's about artists and injury

[returntotheground]

i am only very mildly sick and yet i am so so fucking tired

[dilfosaur]

i miss* my neopets!!!

*i saw them this morning and did not feed them

(bwal and fonts are missing for migraine reasons and NOT favoritism)

[will41n]

guys are you ready *gives your effo long hair i mean. it kinda fits him!

[muppenthings]

The area's merfolk are aware of Cetus' existence and instruct their younglings to stay away from this particular area of the bay.

This trio (the third was dragged there by peer pressure tbh) wanted to sneak a peek at the enclosure of this "giant mer with a condition that the humans are in charge of and we've been told to stay away from". Arion there got a lot more than he bargained for because he wanted to look cool (and also did not know Cetus was that big or close by. xD)

It might not be very clear from the drawing but that's a "fence" of batteries anchored to chains. Similar to how shark deterrents work. Very effective in keeping Cetus in.

Also keep in mind, the mers are speaking Mer so Cetus has no idea what's being said. Language barrier on top whoop whoop!

[yuwuta]

yuuji’s the friend that’s ridiculously affectionate, but he’s that way with everyone he’s close to, so it’s easy not to pay it any attention. he drapes his arm and his entire body weight across megumi’s shoulders, he plays with megumi’s fingers when he’s bored, lays his head in nobara’s lap while they gossip, on a good day, he can even be found brushing and braiding her hair—yuuji’s even twirled gojo around in a hug on more than one occasion, so it’s nothing out of the ordinary. except, he seems to have a thing for just picking you up. when he’s trying to get by in the cramped kitchen, instead of squeezing behind you, he often puts his hands on your hips, lifts you and swivels and places you right back on your feet before fetching cereal from the cabinet like it’s no big deal. you’re one to fall asleep on the couch, but yuuji’s one to lift you up bridal style and carry you back to your room—or over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry when you’re drunk and want to fight back and insist that you’re sober. there’s a puddle on the ground and instead of helping you hop to the other side, he just wraps his arm around your waist and carries you while he jumps across, puts you down, and continues on walking. you get good news and yuuji’s the first to pick you up and throw you up and down like you weigh nothing to him, like you’re a kid and he’s your trampoline… he’s so casual with all his affection, you know it’s second nature to him, but that doesn’t make it easier for your brain to short circuit in those moments… makes you stop to wonder if he’s that strong unintentionally and attractive without thought, then what can he do when he’s trying… 

[bloominglegumes]

our large bipedal son who we found on the street

[be-an-echo]

- and I wanna kiss you, make you feel alright I'm just so tired to share my nights i wanna cry and i wanna love but all my tears have been used up -

[chrisbangz]

[obsob]

there he is......the man of the house

[claraoswalds]

The Girl Who Died // Hell Bent

[inthehouseoffinwe]

Finarfin Fades.

No one expects it, no one’s faded in Valinor since Miriel. The War of Wrath is won and he comes back, waving off the courtiers, well wishers, and congratulators with his usual grace, and walks into the palace of Tirion. To rooms abandoned since their owners left so long ago. Winding deeper and deeper his feet take him to what was once Finwë’s favourite garden.

He’s so tired.

He’s fulfilled his promise to Fëanaro and Nolofinwë, to avenge them. To make the agony of their final moments - agony Finarfin felt, falling to the floor screaming as fire and darkness consumed his spirit - count for something. Now Morgoth is finally gone, but he’s not the only one.

His brothers, larger than life, larger than death, are gone. With them his sons. Niece. Nephews. Grandchildren. His daughter is never to return. He Saw little Nelyo’s death in his dreams and is sure hopes for the child’s own sake that Makalaurë will be close behind.

Little remains. Even less on these golden shores.

So Finarfin sits on a bench long overgrown with vines and weeds, and watches the sun filter through the thicket, wishing the ghosts he sees in his father’s garden would flesh out.

He sits. He waits.

And by the time anyone finds him, it’s too late.

…at least he’s smiling again.