#I feel defective

[autogynocrat]

its weird but i dont think i had any childhood dreams(in the sense of like "hopes and dreams" not like sleeping) growing up..i guess i wanted to go to lego land? but that's it. people will talk about having a childhood dream and i dont think i can relate to it. im an alien.

[moonlit-solace]

I wish I'd booked weekly therapy until the end of the year. my mind is fucking me up.

[drifting-in-otter-space]

internalised rage.

[the-judicial-assistants-notebook]

not enough discussion about the gavins' complicated relationship with feminine-coded/beauty products, i don't think.

[artofcarmen]

I heard yall wanted a Volstrecker Caleb Widowgast, and I aim to please. ❤️‍🔥

[bookishjules]

maddie being a redhead in an enforcer's uniform who supports caitlyn even when she makes questionable decisions and only challenges her by making soft suggestions and therefore representing what caitlyn thought she wanted in vi. but of course it's not enough because what caitlyn needs isn't a sheep but a ram.

[dwellsinthebog]

comic i made when i was low on braincells. does this make sense

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

satoru is so fucking strong i think i’d GENUINELY have thrown up if i was in his place when geto came to declare war on jujutsu high … like i’m so serious i couldn’t handle cult!geto i really really couldn’t

[urlocalwhumper]

spy whumpee is discovered, and the enraged and betrayed people they were spying on take all their anger out on them, beating them bloody until they're practically holding onto life by a thread, then tossing them in a cell and leaving them for interrogation, if they don't die from their injuries first.

whumpee's squad back home begins to get concerned after whumpee doesn't give them their daily update. they send whumpee a message of their own... and get nothing back.

concern turning to genuine worry and fear for their friend, leader sends caretaker and two other teammates to go find whumpee, and bring them back if needed.

when whumpee wakes up again, they're laying in a military hospital. they feel like they've been run over by a semi-truck, but they turn their head to see their hand intertwined with caretaker's, who had fallen asleep in a chair at their side, and the deepest relief they've ever felt washes over them as they realize they're safe.

[curtain-caller]

Coming in hot with more fight-or-flight content let's fucking go

[wifegideonnav]

yeah you say “cringe is dead” but do you still apologize about reblogging stuff related to your “cringy” interests? kill the mindset that you are somehow not included in that statement or we’re never actually going to change anything

[bogkeep]

it's my third year at a school in sweden and i have just been very bad at Conversing with people - like i am on friendly terms with everyone, i can do surface level small talk with most people (unless they're trying to talk to me at a loud party. why do people do that, i literally Can Not hear and understand you). i Try to participate by joining i when i hear something i can actually talk about, but it happens so rarely i mostly just do my own introvert thing in the periphery. a large part of this is just the language barrier in combination with the broken auditory processing. another part is of course, the Autism, and that i'm too queer and weird and online to connect easily with normies (non-derogative). i'm sure many can relate to this struggle!! i know i'm not actually terrible at holding conversations, because once i'm among my people, we're GOING. talking for HOURS. i sometimes forget this, when i've been isolated from my crowd for too long.

anyway. i have at least one classmate who's online enough to even get what i'm talking about, which is nice. (he had to explain what a 'fantasy league' is to me. "oh, like sports headcanons?" "...sure. like that.") now there's also a guy in the 2nd year who i will, occasionally, when the stars align, have interesting conversations with that go a little deeper than what's going on at school. this is a great development for me, even though i still leave these occasions like "oh god that was too much i am a wretched tumblrina stereotype and i will face judgement for my cringe" but i must embrace it. i know who i am and i own it. anyway all this to say that i'm only a little bit ashamed at joining a conversation today because i heard them talk about the omegaverse. we had a very interesting talk about media literacy and conspiracy theories okay. i learnt about chromatherapy wands

[super-metroid]

i do be winning and ascending slay the spire lately (but only as the ironclad and the silent sshhhhh)

[myreia]

✦ D I S C I P L E O F T H E H A N D

Alchemy for potions. Blacksmithing for repairs. Leatherworking and weaving for mending. She is not an artisan, but the basic skills she has picked up over the years have served her well. Self-sufficiency has always been at the forefront of her mind, and she is pleased that she can keep herself afloat when needed. Besides, crafting is relaxing. A hobby or two here and there is good for her mind. —level 90 compendium

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

I am returned! Crazy things happened on hiatus, and here is a play-by-play:

Spent the bulk of September with our dogs at my great-aunt's lake cottage (which is a 15-hr drive from here), due to the abundance of birthdays this month.

Shortly after arriving, I got a cold from my sister, which as per usual, turned into bronchitis, which lasted the entirety of the vacation (I still have the cough).

Around midnight on the eve of our departure, I had a gallbladder attack (first one since early spring).

Except it was way worse. Like, I couldn't breathe, couldn't speak, couldn't even cry.

Called 911, got in the ambulance, and the pain suddenly vanished in the space of a minute.

The wee mountain hospital didn't have imaging equipment beyond a CT scan and the Dr. was like "If the pain is gone, you shouldn't expose yourself to that much radiation" (which I appreciated)

My labs were normal, so we conclude this must've been the passing of the gallstone. Big, if true.

I take hydrocodone and we all go to sleep.

In the morning, my mom and sister pack my stuff for me and my parents and I drive the 15 hours back home so that dad can make it to a job interview the next day.

During the last 45 minutes of the journey, my mom's very very old & frail chihuahua experiences a sharp decline in his already poor constitution.

I'm knocked out on hydrocodone, but my dad is up all night with the dog, and in the morning, he takes him to the vet to be put down.

My mom is devastated, this dog was adopted to be her bedside companion during chemo twelve years ago.

My dad's interview goes well.

I still have bronchitis.

Two days later, my sister (who stayed longer at the lake house to clean up) drives back to her home in Southern GA, but for hurricane Helene reasons, the highway is closed and she gets lost.

She finally makes it home to find her power is out, for hurricane Helene reasons (it's still out)

Three days later (last night), I have another brutally painful attack (clearly I'd NOT passed the stone), so my parents drive me to the ER.

Am able to get an ultrasound there, which confirms I still have either many gallstones or one huge one, but my labs are still normal.

Unfortunately, this makes sense because I underwent some rapid drastic weight loss after my attack in the spring.

ER Dr. thinks my pain is instead being caused by gastritis for genetic reasons (which reminded my mom that as a teenager she passed out at work from gastritis).

He prescribes me a trio of gastritis drugs.

I'll be going to a trusted functional medicine doctor next month because my dad got the job (an amazingly good job, praise God) and we can afford it at last. My hope is that this Dr. can point to causes beyond genetics for the gastritis and also get rid of the stones once and for all, even if that means going on Ursodiol.

My dad's new job requires him to move to the Middle East in three weeks.

Oh, and my personal Instagram account (which was about to become the cornerstone of my small business) was inexplicably terminated during my hiatus and I have no means of getting it back besides writing to the state Attorney General.

[shimidraco]

MY WHEATLEY MY MANS MY BELOVED HES HOME!!!! HES SOFUCKING LARGE AND HUGGABLE WHAT THE HELL IM SO HAPPY