#I love the boops. I really do. But I have chronic pain on my hand and clicking so much triggers awful pain flare-ups lol

[wachi-delectrico]

Made this script to make booping a little easier by reducing the amount of clicking needed:

[mrs-dr-reid]

My Personal Ted Lasso Headcanons (Part 1/?)

Chronic nose booper. If he doesn't lovingly boop your nose at least once every hour or so, something is horribly wrong

Has an entire playlist dedicated to songs he likes to dance with you in the kitchen to, and he named it "kitchen dance parties with *insert whatever pet name he has for you* <3"

Always has to be touching you (poor touch starved baby). Whether he has his arms wrapped around you from behind or he has a hand at the small of your back, as long as he has at least one point of contact with you, he's happy

He memorized your coffee or tea order, and he'll always bring you your beverage and leave with a kiss on the top of your head

He always tests new dad jokes on you, but only the ones that are almost painful with how corny they are. If you squeeze your eyes shut and let out a groan before laughing begrudgingly, he knows it's a good joke

Loves helping you pick out your outfits. Whether it be for a regular work day or a formal event for AFC Richmond you two are attending, he'll gladly sit on the end of the bed and be your personal hype man as you model your different options for him

He teaches himself how to braid hair after a particularly rough panic attack, so now when you notice him starting to get really anxious, you plop in front of him and ask him to braid your hair for you to redirect his nervous energy to something else

His favorite thing to do on rainy days off is to curl up on the couch and read with you. Well, he reads his own book and you read yours, but you have your feet in his lap the whole time (parallel play girlies unite)

He uses the most ridiculous pet names imaginable for you. You're saved in his phone as something like "Honey Pie", he calls you "Sugar Bear" and all the most absolutely absurd things he can possibly think of, but it's so cute that you just let it happen

Accidentally uses UBER southern idioms and metaphors in front of the Greyhounds from time to time, and only realizes it when the locker room goes completely silent and everyone is staring at him with super confused looks on their faces. He once said that a rival team was acting like they thought the sun came up just to hear them crow, and he was met with confused stares from everyone except Beard, who nodded in agreement

He never fails to kiss you goodnight. Even if he's at an away game, he texts you a video of him blowing you a kiss and wishing you sweet dreams

You make him a skincare routine, and he follows it like it's a religion. He even takes notes on your skincare routine and replaces products for you when he notices they're running low. It's one of his favorite nighttime rituals to do with you

Loves it when you wear his clothes. When you come into the kitchen wearing one of his Kansas City Barbecue shirts, it takes every ounce of self-control he has not to start drooling. But he especially loves it when you steal his sweaters because you look so soft and cozy in them

He stress bakes when the more high-profile matches start popping up, and he sends you into work with so many baked goods that half of your co-workers have to sign a cease and desist because they've ruined diets because of Ted's goodies

He packs you a lunch every day to take into work, and you do the same for him. In fact, he once sent you a video of him showing off all the yummy things you put in his lunch to the team, and you almost died laughing when you heard Jamie yell "COACH, CAN I BORROW YOUR LADY?!?!?! I WANT A LUNCH LIKE THAT!!!" in the background

He doesn't understand the world's obsession with reality dating shows like The Bachelor/The Bachelorette and Love Island. He once came home to find you watching The Bachelor, and he said, "I don't get why people think it's so fun to watch other people's dating drama. This particular show also glorifies pitting women against each other, and I don't like that", which made you roll your eyes lovingly at him

He tries to be hip and use modern slang, but it never goes well for him and just ends up making himself sound old. He once said, "What in tarnation is a gyat and who is this rizzler everyone is sticking it out for?", and you almost died of cringe. Jamie especially picks on him for it, albeit lovingly

Never fails to show you how much he loves you. Of course he always tells you, but he also shows it in the little things he does for you, like giving you his jacket when it's cold, giving you his arm whenever you two are walking anywhere together, and looking directly at you while you're telling a story to show he's actively listening to you

[trashyswitch]

Slowly Finding The Light Again

Jack had been dealing with chronic illnesses and physical health issues as of the last year. And Gab has ridden alongside him through all of it. Today, she tries to show her love and affection by being all playful and lovey-dovey.

TW: Some implied depression.

Though most of you will know, Jack has been going through a lot for '15 months', as the video had presented. This was my personal way of processing the video, processing his absence and showing my love to the guy. Even if he doesn't see it, I still want him to know that I understand and I'm thinking about you, Sean. <3

Jack had been feeling down and out of the loop for months and months now. He felt like the world was passing by without him, and he both hated it, and loved it. He liked the thought of being an observer of an internet world without him. But...all he’d been getting were texts asking where he was. ‘Is he dead or something?’ and ‘I hope he’s doing okay’ are generally what people are sending him. And wishes for the future. Plenty of those. It was people like him that made him feel terrible for leaving YouTube so abruptly and without little notice.

Jack had recently uploaded the video ‘15 months’ to show cinematically what he’d been going through. It represented the nightmares he’s had every night, the numbers of pills he’s taking and the asthma inhalers he needs more than ever, to try and simply breathe. It’s been a terrible time for his mental and physical health. Truth be told, his whole world felt...shitty, I guess.

The only good thing going for him right now, was Gab. Gab had been staying by his side through it all. Gab was his best and only friend through this whole situation...The hard part is that he fears he may have lost Mark and Ethan...And he knows the Irish lads probably miss him...It’s been a while since he’d done an Irish Lads video with them...and without him, an Irish Lads episode couldn’t be made…

Jack and Gab were sitting across from each other, on their phones. Gab was probably looking at Twitter or some other social media, while Jack was catching up with Kevin and Dan. Soon, a text showed up on the top of his screen:

[Hey Sean]

It was from Gab...Who was only 2 feet away from him.

Jack chuckled at this and swiped down to reply.

[You could just talk, you know.]

Gab smiled. “I know, but I didn’t know if you would hear me.” She admitted. “Plus, I feel playful.”

Evelien: [5…]

He raised an eyebrow. “Whaaaat are you planning?” He asked.

Evelien: [4…]

Sean looked at her. “You’re not even gonna count down using your words?!” Jack asked.

“No.” She replied.

[2…]

Jack widened his eyes. “Oh shit…”

[Better run~]

Jack bit his lip, but didn’t run.

[1.]

Gab got up from her seat and tackled Jackie to the ground. “HEHEY! What are you even doing?” Jack asked.

“Playing with you!” Gab replied, tickling his left side lightly. “You’ve been so down lately, and I thought some tickling might make you feel a little better and more human again.”

Jack giggled and hissed while he laughed. “Eheheheheveeee!”

“I’m not Evelien, or Evie, anymore.” Gab smirked as she moved her fingers across his belly and slowly to his right side. “Iiiii’m the tickle monster!”

She leaned in and blew a raspberry onto his right side.

“AaaAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUCKIN’ HEHEHEHEHELL!” Jack laughed loudly.

“Tickle tickle tickle Jackie! Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle Jackie Boy! Not so tough now, huh?” She teased as she tickled and squeezed Jack’s side.

“SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!” Jack ordered.

Gab gasped and covered her mouth. “How DARE you?! Telling your girlfriend to shut up?! You should know better!” Gab teased, pretending to be offended.

Jack was giggling. “Ahahahaw, can’t handle a little fihihihighter?” he teased.

“That’s it.” Gab started squeezing Jack’s right side, and blew a big, juicy raspberry onto the top of his right side at the same time.

“OHOHOHOHO FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIT’S SOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAD!” Jack cackled.

“Oooooh! Poor Jackie can’t handle the tickle tickle tickles from the tickle monster! Such a shaaaame!” She teased again.

“YOHOHOU’RE MEHEHEHEHEHEAN!” Jack told her.

“Wow! You must really need a lot of tickles if you’re still insulting me!” She reacted. This time, Gab started squeezing and digging into both sides, while she nibbled and nommed on his right side at the same time. “OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM! OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM!”

Jack’s back arched a little as he shouted out a super loud- “OHSHIT NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!”

Yeah...that.

“Are you regretting all your moments of backtalk from the tickle monster?” She teased, acting like an evil older sister to Jack.

“COHOHOHOHOME OHOHOHON! MEHEHEHERCYHYHYHYHYHY!” Jack begged, flailing his arms around wildly.

“Okay, fiiiiine. I guess the infamous tickle monster can give breaks.” She decided. She stopped tickling Jack and laid herself down beside the big baby.

Jack was a mess of breathy giggles and slight wheezing.

Wait…

“Jack, do you need your inhaler?” She asked.

“Ma...maybe…” Jack replied.

“Alright.” Gab was about to get up to get it, but a hand on her arm had made her freeze.

“Please stay...I’ll...get it in a bit.” Jack asked.

Feeling his need for love, Gab laid herself back down beside him and looked up at the ceiling.

“Thank you for that...I needed that.” Jack told her.

Gab smiled and held his slightly sweaty palm. “I love you Sean. And I don’t want you to forget it.”

Jack smiled and kissed her cheek. “I love you too, Evelien.”

The two of them laid together in the coolness of the house, and felt every bit of body heat between them that heated them up bit by bit. It felt amazing to them. Having the bit of body heat on one side, and the house’s air conditioning cooling them off on the other side...It was the perfect balance of cool and warm.

Jack soon got up onto his arm and booped her nose. “You’re so cute!”

Gab giggled at this and booped his cheek. “You’re cuter.”

“Am not! You’re cuter!” Jack poked her arm.

“Cuter.” Gab poked the front of his shoulder.

“No you.” Jack poked her side.

“EEP! Nohoho!” Gab giggled. “You’re always gonna be the cuter one!”

“You sound like you’re just begging for tickles right now.” Jack teased.

“Am not, liar!” She teased.

Jack giggled and tickled her side. “Are too, lee.”

“Lehehehee? What’s thahat?” She asked.

“It’s a term a certain community uses to mean ‘the one being tickled’. I found the community one day and not gonna lie: They sound fun.” Jack admitted.

“Lee?!” She reacted. “You’re the lee!”

Jack gasped. “Am not! I’m the ler! The one tickling others!” Jack declared.

‘Naaaah, you’re a lee.” She poked Jack in the side and tweaked his right side.

“EEHEHEhehe! Ahaham nahahat!” Jack laughed.

“Oh reeeeaaaally?” Gab teased.

“Yes really, ya little leeeeee!” Jack teased.

“That’s it! Get over here!” Gab declared, tackling Jack to the ground and kissing him. Jack widened his eyes in surprise, but kissed her back. They kissed for a moment or two, in sweet bliss. But that swet bliss was ruined (Or doubled) the moment Jack felt tickles on his belly. Jack pulled away from the kiss and started laughing while they were in close proximity. “Awww, Jack is all ticklish again!”

Jack giggled and tittered helplessly as his girlfriend tickled him with precise, and surprisingly sharp fingers. “Stahahahap ihihihihit!”

“And why should I, my cute little Jackaboo?” Gab teased.

“Ihihihit tihihihicklehes!” Jack reacted.

“Didn’t you know it was supposed to tickle?” Gab teased. “It was supposed to tickle the whole time! I’m surprised at you!”

Jack giggled and kicked his feet as he was tickled and squeezed.

“So you can figure out a game immediately, but you can’t figure out that tickling is supposed to tickle?” Gab teased, leaning her head in.

“Thahahahat’s ihihit! Cohohome hehehehere!” Jack started tickling Gab’s belly in an attempt to get the upper hand. “Nohohow wehehe’re bohohoth leehehees!”

“EEEEK! WAHAHAIT JAHAHAHAHACK!” Gab laughed much harder as she fell onto Jack’s belly.

Jack let out a big ‘OOF!’ sound and chuckled. “Ohohow!”

Gab, realizing her opportunity, blew a raspberry onto his belly.

“EEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! EVELIEHEHEHEN NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Jack laughed.

“Noooo? No what? No going easy on me? Cause I can certainly do that!” Gab started doing the tickle trick she had before: squeezing his sides, and blowing raspberries on his sensitive belly.

Jack tittered and bursted out cackling almost immediately after.

“Awwww! Coochy coochy coo, Jackie!” Gab teased him just a little more.

“OHOHO COOCHY COOHOHO YOHOHOURSEHEHEHELF!” Jack shot back.

“Naaaah, coochy coochy cooing you is so much more fun!” Gab declared. “Especially now that you’re all giggly and giddy!”

Jack finally tapped out of the tickle attack like a wrestler and laid there wheezing a little harder this time. “In…” Jack tried to show Gab by imitating the act of using his inhaler.

Gab got up and nodded. “Getting it.”

It barely took 10 seconds before Gab was back with Jack’s inhalers. Jack took the correct one, and breathed the medicine in. slowly, his lungs started to open up again, and his oxygen started to help him calm down from the tickling.

“Was that too much for you?” Gab asked, sitting down.

Jack shook his head. “Myhyhy luhuhungs are fuhuhucked. Buhuhut I feel great!” Jack replied, giving her a thumbs up.

Gab smiled and fluffed his hair. Jack looked over at her and smiled genuinely for the first time in a while. It looked like a fresh new face and yet, it looked like a glimpse of the old Jack was there ...If only for a second…

Gab noticed that a bit of the pain was already starting to seep into Jack’s eyes all over again. Gab crawled herself to Jack and hugged him tightly. “It will get better soon...You’ve made a lot of progress already.” Gab told him.

“Have I? I...Haven’t noticed much of a difference.” Jack admitted.

She moved some hair out of his face. “You may not...But that doesn’t mean it’s not there…” She smiled. “I see it.”

Jack smiled a little and held her hand. “I’m glad.”

“We’ll get through this together.” Gab let go of Jack’s hand and hugged him again. “I promise.”

Jack wrapped his arms around Gab and smiled a little. Her hugs were always so comforting. He really appreciated that. Maybe things weren’t nearly as bad as they were...Maybe he was getting better. Maybe those pills were setting in...Or maybe it was just the leftover euphoria from the tickling of a few minutes ago. He didn’t know.

All he knew...was that things were looking a little less gloomy...If only for a little bit.

Jack soon started telling Gab about a new video idea to help him slowly progress back onto youtube. It would involve himself talking to his youtube persona, and would be...something he’d seen a couple times, but never done himself before. Gab seemed to like the idea, and perhaps that was enough convincing to go forward.

The next day, Jack started setting up the tripod...

[my-add-chronicles]

We moved again Feb 1st because the roommate was getting bizarre and toxic so that was terrible (like complaining about every small thing, no basic respect or benefit of the doubt despite acting like being a mellow person and being kind and easy to talk to- it’s so wild when someone’s actions don’t match their attitude at all.. the whole ‘don’t do business with friends’ concept applies here, what a waste of money)

Obviously the rent is going to kick my ass since my bf is physically disabled (really bad chronic pain from muscle degeneration from an illness he had, he does his best but can’t stand for long periods and is recovering from a lot of PTSD from his family and from a brief hired-military stint before we met because they told him he was dying [95% chance of death] so he wanted to make money quickly).. I’m sole breadwinner and the US is a nightmare to try to get disability payments in, although we are going to keep trying. Point is, money will be very tight.

BUT! Love the new space. Two bedrooms, so we have one as the TV room/ferret play room so I have my cozy book-reading living room without that overstimulation of a TV which is fantastic. Gas stove, which he’s thrilled by as an ex head chef. Our elderly rescue dog will appreciate the space (and the lack of toxic roommate- we adopted her in November when we were living with the crappy person and didn’t know yet that it was going to get weird).

It’s a duplex style (but it’s 4 units), it feels a lot like renting a house because we’re on ground floor and there’s a big wood layered back porch thing that has stairs that lead to a simple shared backyard, a lot of windows and just the right amount of space for my antique furniture and tons of space on the walls for art. One-year lease offers a sense of security too.

Boyfriend has been away because of a funeral of his dearest relative who raised him. It was cancer- She wasn’t dead yet when he left Washington state so I feel very sad for him that he didn’t make it in time to say goodbye. But there was peace in knowing we did everything we could- he got stuck in the snowstorm on the road to Arkansas but he was in the good hands of my trucker ex wife (I know, lmao) who is one of the best drivers in the company. (They got along swimmingly! Bffs now it seems- it makes me laugh). He made it to the (outdoor, social distanced) funeral for her so in a way it went as well as it could have for what was meant to be. He’s taking it well and the whole thing kind of unfolded a lot like a movie, there’s a weird amount of healing that happened for him during the trip, he saw a lot of old enemies who want him dead (as I said, some PTSD from family.... homophobic family for instance, he was exclusively dating men in his youth) but he also reconnected with the family that loves the hell out of him including kids he grew up with that are now adults and have their own families and so it’s like having new family who actually love him. But it’s almost like going back there with good company (trucker ex was an amazing support system- she’s trans and a very affirming warm and dark-humor personality, perfect company for the trip- we weren’t meant to be together forever as teammates but she’s still a fantastic person) really kicked some sort of healing into gear, his attitude has shifted vastly from the default constant anxiety he deals with and his grief is there but he seems at peace.

So he’s been gone for 3 weeks and my immediate family teamed up with me to help take care of the senior rescue dog and ferrets while I work my 12+ hour shifts (bless them) and the fun part is, we had hardly finished unpacking from the move when he got the news she was dying- so since he’s been gone, each ‘weekend’ I go back to our new place and unpack and decorate with my project-hyper-productive mom assisting me, and it’s going to be SO freaking fun for him to arrive back and see our new place looking beautiful and amazing with a new rug in the hall and everything put away and art on the walls. It won’t fully be finished but it looks beautiful already. So that will be lovely after 3 weeks apart. Also our dog will be over the moon to see him- she’s a daddy’s girl, absolutely adores my bf so I’m proud that she wasn’t more livid about his absence for this long- she’s doing a great job. She’s a Staffordshire Terrier (so under the pit bull umbrella) just got to 3 months living with us, and she was abandoned and left to starve in Texas and she was 10 years old already when the shelter found her on the streets. She spent 4 months with a foster family before we adopted her and she was sent to us. She’s a nice 50lbs now. She’s doing amazing with all these unintentional changes (the move, my bf going to the funeral and being gone for 3 weeks, being around my parents a lot and staying in their basement together so they can help me take care of the pets).. I’m training her a lot and I’m very proud of the progress she’s made. She learned ‘lay down’ recently and she gets very excited to train because she loves treats. She still reactive-barks when someone comes in the door, she resource-protects people via barking (aka she doesn’t want someone to ‘take’ me from her, so she barks when people come in or random noises) but she’s making a ton of progress redirecting her attention back to me and is doing it way less. We used to not be able to leave her alone at all because she gets VERY upset if closed alone in a room so we didn’t know if she could handle it. But she’s doing amazing when I’m at work and her separation anxiety is a lot lower now, she gets a little mad once I go into another room but she naps while I’m at work and behaves very well. I’m just very proud of her, she’s amazing. She’s learning to hit a bell to tell us when she has to go potty. I’m teaching her ‘touch’ to boop things with her nose and she did it for the very first time by herself recently and I was so freaking excited. So we’ll keep practicing to see if it sticks.

That’s a little life update thing.

[dissolutionandcreation]

Hi! I love your Disney princess service dog series and I was just checking out your fundraiser. I was wondering whether you could share some specifics about what a service dog could help you with? I don't know much about what service dogs can do (in terms of actual tasks) so I was wondering how they help with ptsd and painful conditions?

Sure thing, I’d be happy to share! My original intention was to give details in the fundraiser, but there’s a character/word count limit so I couldn’t fit that in. Anywho, here are some of the tasks to help and why they help me with my disabilities! 

Deep pressure therapy: A technique where the dog is trained to sit/lay on you in a way that presses on the solar plexus nerve cluster (like a weighted blanket) or the vagus nerve (in the thigh). Both of these create physiobiological responses that calm the nervous system, stopping and preventing things like panic attacks. 

Tactile Stimulation: Basically the dog gets all up in your space to be intentionally pet (or is trained to get into an accessible petting position) so you can use the texture of their fur/hair to ground yourself. They can also be trained to nudge or lick you to create tactile sensations to help bring you back. For me, this helps with flashbacks and dissociation, but it can be used as a task for anything from narcolepsy to seizure disorders to autism! 

Guiding: Guiding the handler to a known location or to an exit. For me, this is handy for a few reasons! If I ever have a flashback in a public space and can’t easily find an exit. Or, if I have an episode of dissociative fugue (common with DID) where one identity has gone somewhere unfamiliar and I don’t know where I am when I come back. The dog can be trained to literally guide me home or to a safe place that they know!

Intelligent disobedience: Anything that has the dog not do a task because they recognize it is dangerous (i.e. not crossing the street when a car is coming). This is helpful because when I seriously dissociate, I can struggle to notice things like cars and such. I’ve almost been hit a couple times ;__;

Anxiety alert: Through a specific gestures (nudge, nose boop, pawing, etc.) the dog can alert me ahead of time that I’m going to soon have an anxiety attack. This allows me to get to a safe place or do something to lower anxiety and potential stop the attack. The dog can also go from this into the deep pressure therapy task, in sequence. (Dogs can also alert often to flares in chronic pain or digestive distress too.)

Nightmare arousal: Waking me up by climbing on me/licking my face/otherwise interacting with me to wake me up during a nightmare. Helps create less disrupted sleep and can significantly lower chronic pain because the muscles during nightmares get really tense.

Excuse to leave unsafe/uncomfortable environment: The dog can be trained to whine/paw mimicking the need to use the bathroom at a cue (word or hand signal). This allows the handler (me) to have an excuse to leave a situation I’m uncomfortable in.

Guarding/blocking: Circling around the handler or standing aside/in front/behind them, creating a barrier between them and other people. Helps when personal space is a big issue/trigger. They can also face backwards at an ATM, for instance, and alert the handler if a person walks up behind them. (Not to be confused with any aggressive behavior!! Service dogs are never ever aggressive in any way.)

Flashback interruption: Jumping on or strongly interacting with the handler during a serious flashback to disrupt it/bring them to back to reality. This is really handy when a flashback sweeps me away, especially if I’m out in public or in a place that’s unsafe for me to experience such a strong ptsd symptom!

Opening doors: With my chronic pain, I sometimes struggle to open heavy doors like a refrigerator. A dog can tug on a rope attached to this and open it for their handler!

Checking the house: At a command, the dog can run through the house/apartment and alert the handler if there are any other people there. Great for handling paranoia, especially if it’s at night and you don’t want to get out of bed to check yourself.

Bracing: A large enough dog can brace their handler for balance (I get dizzy and off balance during severe dissociation) or also help them stand if needed physically (like when my mobility condition acts up). 

There are more tasks that this that I would train, but these are some of the most crucial ones! This is why a service dog would really make a world of difference to me. ;__; If you want to donate, I’m on the final stretch! I just passed the halfway mark on my fundraiser right here. :D

[sehunsgirl]

🔥🔥 vent about anything!!

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ok so i’m gonna vent about my health because ya’ll.. i’m tired. i’m so tired. i was really scared at exordium because with how my health is , i shouldn’t have been out there like that -- i risked ending up doing another hospital visit. not only that but my heart condition ,, i didn’t bring my meds and its not like i even have meds for the condition itself and SO HONESTLY i hate that its like this and i have to always feel like i have to hold myself back doing things i love and wanna do because my body hates me. i have chronic pain too so im constantly hurting and idk its tiring i’m tired. im so exhausted. i want to be able to do what i want and not be in fear of my legs giving out on me or my hands fucking up or fainting randomly. :( ive lost so many opportunities in life... somethings gotta give...