#IT'S SO UNFAIR. I HAVE ASTHMA

[fadelsburger]

[rubiesintherough]

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[existentialcrisistime]

Oh No I Looked Up the Side Effects of My New Meds and Ticked Off a Lot of the Symptoms, a tragedy in three parts

[gaslightgraverobgirlboss]

"Oh trans women shouldn't be allowed to compete against cis women in sports because they have an unfair advantage" sorry you will literally never convince me that roughly half of all people are inherently physically inferior, where I come from that's just called misogyny.

[jellybeanium124]

so at my middle school, at the end of the year, they'd announce the names of everyone who never missed a day of school and would give them a little award.

I always thought this was annoying and unfair and stupid, and I came at it from a religious minority perspective. as a jewish person who didn't go to school on rosh hashanah and yom kippur (rosh hashanah's 2 days, yom kippur is 1, and they're 10 days apart), I would always miss at least 1 day of school, and usually 2 or 3. so even if I never got sick, never missed any other days, I never got my named called out for perfect attendance. and anyone else who's jewish, or in another minority religion that causes them to miss school because our holidays are still school days, never got it either.

there's also an equally valid and important ableist discussion to be had here. if you have a chronic illness, you're going to miss school.

hell, this "reward" even punishes people who aren't chronically ill. my brother, who's got asthma, got pneumonia his sophomore year (10th grade, age 15/16), and because of the way our system prioritizes attendance, he had to go back to school before his body was ready, and he spent the next year recovering. he was sick for a year, an otherwise healthy teenager in the prime of his youth, and goodness knows if that had any long term health effects. because he had to go to school and talk about the scarlet letter and learn geometry.

hell, it's just an anti-life policy in general. what if a family member dies and you take off time to mourn? on the opposite end of things, what if a family member gets married, and they're far away, so you take time off from school for travel days? what if you have an older sibling in college who graduates before your school year is done, and you take time off to go see their graduation? what if your sibling gets covid and you stay home in case you're infected? and that's just 4 things that could happen. I could go on, but everyone here already knows that we as a society prioritize the wrong things, and also only built society for a very narrow definition of "normal."

[weaverpop]

So... idk if this applies to Lionsword, but MK and Wukong canonically have ADHD.

Do you have any headcanons of anyone having any disabilities, mental or otherwise?

Fun fact about that! Nezha canonically can’t fly without his wheels! Everyone else can, even Jing to an extent, but Nezha can’t!

Azure is half blind in his right eye, and his arm has all sorts of nasty lighting like scars from the JE’s powers. Struggles with the pain some days, though it’s mostly better. He can’t feel his pinky or ring finger on that side tho.

Jing canonically suffers from Postpartum Depression (PPD) after having his last baby. But also, as a result from his nurising days, as well as taking care of so many kids, he develops arthritis! It’s very mild and mostly in the shoulders, he takes meds for it, but now he uses it as an excuse to not have to do things.

Muzha sometimes has seizures. A brick to the head while mortal, especially a GOLD one, will kinda fuck you up there. Thankfully he’s on meds to control them now.

Not really a disability, but Nezha sleep walks. He’s scared Jing many times this way.

Macaques right eye, unlike azure, is totally blind. He’s had to do many doctors appointments when Erlang found out bc he heard of a thing where the brain starts attacking the good eye and makes it go blind too. (True thing. Very scary)

Wukong has awful vision because of the Furnace and needs glasses. But something new they discover is… asthma. Apparently being isolated on a clean air mountain for so long opens you up to all sorts of shit in the post-industrial world. So yeah, inhaler! Also the adhd.

Tang also has asthma! He and Wukong are asthma buddies!

Mk has developed insomnia due to his persistent nightmares. Nezha being there helps, but they can’t always be together. Sandy has Mk referred to a doctor to get a prescription for meds that help him sleep. That, plus the aforementioned adhd.

Pif suffered from anorexia for the longest time. The unfair beauty standards her parents pushed on her, particularly the Queen mum, stuck with her for a long time. It wasn’t until she was told that it was the reason she kept having miscarriage after miscarriage did she force herself to get better. That’s how Redson was born.

One of Jings and azures kids is born deaf. I won’t say which one tho. :)

[amazingmsme]

richie 10000% leaked all of Pete’s tickle spots to Steph and when Pete found out he wrecked Richie and got steph to help which is so unfair steph i helped you!!

ruth definitely wanted to tell steph too but was too scared to talk to her 😭

Richie is such a little shit ok he literally doesn’t hesitate before spilling the beans! Like, definitely within the first 2 days of them dating he’s already telling her

Peter immediately knew who snitched because she hasn’t met Ted yet & Ruth isn’t bold enough to pull a move like that. So he confronts him like “bro why the hell did you do that? She was fucking ruthless!” & Richie just chuckles like “just thought it’d be funny. And it was” & so Peter recruits his girlfriend for revenge. After all, she owes it to him

Richie freaks out & tries to apologize before they attack & he’s pulling out every excuse in the book like “I was just being a good wing man!” “Wait, I helped you!” “Don’t do this to me, I have asthma!” Too late, shoulda thought about that before you ratted him out

& I’m dying at the idea of Ruth wanting to tell Steph so bad but just being too shy & nervous follow through with it. & she’s just like “I totally would’ve told you if Richie didn’t beat me to it!” & Steph’s just really sweet like “I bet you would” & then she wrecks her too so she won’t feel left out

[mal-urameshi]

Chronicles of Mama Okoye and Riri! II

Woes of Okoye's Adored One.

Growing up, Riri always admired her mother. From young, she watched as her mother grew to be her country's fiercest warrior. The tip of Wakanda's spear. Her mother would lay down her life for her country if it ever came down to it, especially if it meant keeping everyone safe. Keeping Riri safe.

Her mother was looked upon by others in high-esteem. The General Okoye was a force to be reckoned with. She was not to be trifled with, less you want to bear the brunt of her ferocity.

Many of the girls from the differing tribes were excited because soon, very soon, there was to be a call for a selection of new recruits into the Dora Milaje. Every girl between the ages of 15 to 20 were buzzing with anticipation for the chance to join the elite army of warriors.

Everybody but Riri. The other girls had excitedly asked her if she was ready, and even teasingly joked that Riri had an unfair upper hand being the General's daughter. They gushed about her and General Okoye being an unstoppable Mother-Daughter duo in combat. Even going as far as to say that she'd eventually take up the mantle of General once her mother retired, given how skilled Okoye was.

Riri: Woah, woah woah. Don't you guys think you're getting way ahead of yourselves? I mean...taking up the mantle of General? Don't you think that's really...ambitious? Zola: What are you talking about? You becoming General is...inevitable *snaps fingers and snorts* Riri: But I'd have to join the Dora Milaje for that to happen. Zola: Duh. You're joining. Riri: No, I'm not. You know I have asthma...and shit. Zola: That's no excuse though. Just go get treatment for it and you'll be good. You have enough time before the announcement is made. Riri: *sighs and picks up a rock and skips it across the river* Well I wasn't planning on joining the Doras. Not my vibe. *gives a non-commital shrug* Zola: What?! What do you mean you're not joining? You're the General's daughter! It should be like...tradition! How could you not? Don't you know how bad it would look when everybody else is joining except her child? Where's your pride for Wakanda like General Okoye's? Do you hate Wakanda? You're going to bring shame and disgrace on the General. Riri: *side-eyes her* Man, what bullshit are you talking? That's cap and you know it. It's just not my thing. I like to mess with my tech. Engineering is more my speed. I can help Wakanda without being a Dora. Zola: You've always been so offbeat, I don't even know why I'm surprised. Everyone goes right and you go left, especially with that American slang you use. Nobody talks like that! Me and everyone else wonder if you're even the General's kid. I feel bad for your mother. *rolls eyes* Lemme say it in terms you'd understand. You're holding a serious L not following your mother's legacy. Riri: *grits her teeth and closes her eyes as she allows Zola and the others to walk away*

Riri couldn't help but feel her anxiety pick up because of what that dumb girl had said. Was she a disgrace not following her mother into the Dora Milaje? Her mother had never brought up any expectations of her joining the Doras.

Sure, Okoye had made her practice fighting, evasive maneuvering and everything else that dealt with offensive and defensive combat. But that was only so that she could be able to fend for herself. Her mother never stressed that she had to follow in her footsteps.

Riri needed a second opinion and that's how she ended up in Shuri's lab, blow-torching a piece of metal for a project she was working on. Shuri didn't question why Riri had shown up out of the blue, just allowing her to go to her designated workspace. She could tell something was worrying the shorter girl, but she left her be for now.

Riri: *stops and takes off her mask before staring at Shuri* Shuri: *gradually stops swishing one of the chemicals in her flask and turns around* Is something the matter? Riri: *fiddles with her gloved hands before taking them off* Do you think I'm...weird? Shuri: *lifts her goggles and leans against her table* 'Riri' and 'weird' are practically synonyms. *Riri's face falling had Shuri rushing over to her* Hey, hey. I was only joking. What's the matter? Riri: *kicks her foot at nothing* Well...*clears her throat.* You know what, it's stupid. Don't worry about it. Shuri: *gently lifts Riri's chin* Nothing is stupid when it concerns you. Tell me what's wrong. Riri: *looks around, happy they had the lab for themselves* It's just...this girl... Shuri: *slightly stiffens* Riri: This girl..she said some really out of pocket shit. You know how the recruitment for a new batch of Dora Milaje warriors is coming up, right? Shuri: *silently nods. Of course she does. She keeps quiet, allowing Riri to air out her thoughts* Riri: Well, she said that I don't have pride for Wakanda and that Umama probably ain't my real mom just because I don't want to join. And she just said a bunch of fuck shit about people basically talking behind my back. But I could give a fuck about that! *smashes her fist on the table beside her as she tries to calm her breathing* Shuri: *rubs a soothing hand on Riri's back* Riri: I mean...I say I don't give a fuck but what she said bothers me so much. Am I disappointing Mama by not joining the Dora Milaje? Is she gonna get disrespected or...or shamed because her only kid won't join the very warriors she leads? *swallows* Shit. Shuri: *immediately brings Riri into a hug as soon as she sees her body start to tremble* Riri: But is she right? How would it look if even the General's daughter won't join the esteemed Dora Milaje? Fuck, what do I do, Shuri? *sniffles and she buries her face into Shuri's neck* Shuri: What are you passionate about? Riri: *sniffles* Engineering. Mechanics. Blowing stuff up on occasion *gives a wet laugh* Shuri: *chuckles* And have you ever felt like your passions were stifled by Okoye? Riri: *wipes her eyes* No, she always encouraged me. Shuri: There's your answer. Okoye would never force you into doing something you don't want to do. Don't let outsiders make you feel small about your decisions. They don't know how you and your mother get down. Riri: *smiles and hugs her tighter* Thanks Shuri. I needed that.

Shuri: Now...what was this girl's name? Riri: Shuri! Shuri: What? I am just curious.

After the pep-talk with Shuri, Riri went back home to settle her nerves with her mother. She hugs and kisses her when she arrives home and immediately asks Okoye to braid her hair. Unlike when she was younger, she actually stays still to get her hair combed. Her mother's gentle hands tending to her scalp always eased her nerves and provided a nice nap to boot.

When Okoye was done, Riri sits up from between her legs and admires her work in the mirror. She then joins Okoye on the bed to get what she has to say off her chest.

Riri: Ma, you excited for the recruitment that's coming up? Okoye: *smiles* Oh yes. The new trainees always come in thinking it will be a walk in the park. Enamored by the fighting they see the Doras do. But it takes a lot of hard work before one can even dream to don that uniform. Riri: *nods* So Ma, do you expect me to join the Doras? Okoye: *eyes light up and gasps* Have you changed your mind? Riri: *winces* No. Okoye: Oh, that's okay. And no, I never expected you to join. You never expressed interest and I'd never force you. Labs are your natural habitat anyway. Riri: *shoulders slump in relief* Oh, thank God. Okoye: Bast. *she corrected* Riri: It's just an expression! *rolls around the bed* But thank Bast. Glory to Bast. *laughs* Okoye: The Doras are not that bad. Yes, the training is intense, but you're bestowed upon a very 'badass' tattoo once you are finished and regarded with great honor. Riri: *fiddles with her fingers and looks up at her mother* And even if I don't join, you won't be made fun of or nuthin'? You ain't gonna get kicked out or punished or lose your rank or... Okoye: *Places hand on Riri's cheek.* Riri, where is this coming from? It is not mandatory for you to join. And I definitely will not be punished for a choice my child has made of her own volition. Riri: *exhales* Okay, good. I'm sorry, Ma. I just let some really dumb girls get into my head. I just didn't want to let you down, you know? I didn't want to be seen as some disappointment. Okoye: *leads down and give Riri a kiss* You could never disappoint me. You make me proud every day. *pinches her cheek* And don't you forget it. Riri: *crawls a bit and uses her Mom's lap as a pillow* And I'm super proud that you're my Mom. Okoye: *affectionately caresses one of Riri's cornrows* Now, what are these girls' names who causes my child worries? Riri: Mama! No! First Shuri, now you. Okoye: Oh, so you went to Shuri first? Hmm. RIri: Ahh!! *pushes her face into her mother's leg and groans, which causes Okoye to laugh*

Taggies: @somethingcleaverandwhitty @karimwillia @neptoons1998 @pantherheart

[bubble-popping]

day 12 i forgot to post lmao, more dteam roleswap :3

"You're sure he'll be there?" Dream questioned as he walked in step with his shorter friend. "Of course! George gave me the exact coordinates. He wouldn't lie to me." I hope, was left unsaid. A full week had passed since he and Sam were exiled from their own home, which also meant he hadn't seen or spoken to George in days. Truthfully, he had no idea if that was enough time for Bad to brainwash him into being loyal for the Badlands--and that terrified him.

"Are we close?" Dream's next question made Sapnap scramble to check their location and cross-reference it with what George had messaged him.

"We're here, actually, and it's almost midday. He should be here by now-" The pair abruptly jumped as a brunette stumbled out of some dense shrubbery. Leaves stuck out of his hair, berry juice staining his nice suit, and familiar goggles fell from his face.

"George!" They both exclaimed and hurried to get their friend to his feet. Before he could even get a word out, they squeezed him in a big group hug. Dream encompassed his best friends easily, standing nearly a foot taller than them both.

"You guys! I can't breathe!" George complained, despite how he laughed and clutched his friends just as tightly as they held him.

"Hug you harder, you said? If you insist!" Dream responded and promptly lifted the two in his arms, swinging them around and practically squeezing the life out of them. They all burst into giggles, carefree and just happy to be back together again. For that one moment, the thoughts of political strife and inner turmoil were gone. This wasn't a secret meeting between a secretary of state for the country that two rebels wanted to overthrow.

It was just them. Just three friends, like it had been when they were kids. When things were so, so much simpler.

Eventually, Dream set them back on their feet, grinning as they wobbled on dizzy knees. "You guys alright?" He chuckled as they tried to stabilize themselves using each other.

"I think George is having an asthma attack," Sapnap said between breathless laughter.

"Cuz I just almost got crushed to death! Gimme a minute!" George shot back, grinning around heaving gulps of air.

"You're so dramatic, Gogy." The blaze-born playfully punched his arm.

"And you're so annoying, Sappitus Nappitus." He mocked as he nudged his friend a little harder than he probably should've, resulting in a very typical-of-them shoving match.

"Hey, hey, you two! This is a serious, secret meeting, remember?" Dream stepped between them with hands to their chests to keep them apart. The mediator as always.

"Oh, right! Dream, I have something for you." George jolted before searching his pockets.

"Huh? What about me?" Sapnap whined.

"What about you?" The brunette raised a brow, producing an intricately decorated envelope and having it to Dream. "You weren't invited."

"Invited to what?"

"The festival in a few days. Bad's throwing a big party to celebrate winning the election. He's inviting everyone. Well," George cringed as he rubbed the back of his neck, "everyone except you and Sam."

"That's totally unfair!"

"You guys were exiled, dumbass."

"But I'm the life of the party! It'll be boring without me!"

"I'm sure we'll manage." George rolled his eyes.

"But, why me?" Dream piped up after tearing the envelope open and reading it over.

"Like I said, everyone is invited. I don't think it's for any specific reason."

"Are you gonna go?" Sapnap asked, barely concealing the worry in his tone. He just got his friend back. The last thing he wanted was to lose him in one of Bad's villainous plots.

"Not sure. Let's talk to Sam, see what he says."

Sapnap nodded, and a tense silence fell over the trio.

"I guess this is goodbye, then?"

"Only for a little longer. Once we take Dreamland back, we can be together again. All of us." The netherian affirmed, eyes blazing with determination. His friends returned the passionate look.

Only for Dream to ruin it with a laugh. "Still can't believe you guys named it Dreamland. I wasn't even there."

"With a name like that, we thought nobody would ever mess with us," Sapnap explained. "Especially not Techno."

Dream merely rolled his eyes with a fond grin.

[therealslimshakespeare]

my dearest darlingest marina i need you to know you have broken me quite thoroughly and i might never ever forgive you for it as long as we both shall live ! ❣️

to clarify- ive been saving "let's fall out of love" to read later ever since you posted it cuz i didn't feel ready- didn't think i was emotionally stable enough to read it then. well, tonight ive been clearing out my list of unread fics from last year aND GODDAMN WAS I EVER RIGHT ABOUT THAT.!!!

started getting all weepy and shaky before that first courthouse bathroom conversation and i didn't ever stop 😭 sobbed so hard and for so long at the unfairness of it all (for both of them !) i gave myself an asthma attack and had to stop reading.. what really broke me was e's bittersweet and somewhat detached realization on the courthouse steps that all their kids had flocked to laney during the divorce. couldn't stop thinking abt how badly i would've wanted to tell jesse off for being sharp to his daddy, and the knowledge that elaine COULDN'T, that it wasn't quite over yet and she still had to save face for a bit longer despite how much it killed them both, despite being the only person who could truly understand just how deep elvis was hurting right then and having been the one who'd made a whole life out of loving him hard.......... the idea of him resigning himself to having lost that forever (false) and her having to go against everything in her nature to let him ache a while longer,, oh it just shattered my spirit to bits right then and there. oh god im gonna start crying again just thinking about how lonely they both made each other 💔💔💔

im literally inconsolable, even with the reasoning behind it/ knowing how it ends beforehand, and having those future timeline fics to fall back on did nOT SAVE ME like . dear GOD woman how is that even possible?!?? if i had any shred of humanity left in my body id wax poetic for three more paragraphs abt how that speaks to your truly absolutely outstanding talent as an author and worldbuilder, but alas i think i cried out everything that was keeping me sane sometime in the last half hour and now i have to go lie facedown on the floor in my hallway and die abt it all instead 👍 fantastic work as always i love all your work so much forever etc etc 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

ps: it took me the better part of an hour to type all this out since ive lost the water content of approxinately a small ocean w my tears and am doing physically poorly in response 🫠🫠 so thanks for ur patience in this trying time 😔🙏

I spun around in circles upon reading this like my poor coon dog when she had a stroke -jovially of course. Like this is the stuff every writer dreams of getting for feedback but holy smokes, your talent for screaming? Beyond my wildest dreams. I’ve always told you how much I appreciate your time and enthusiasm to tell your thoughts Mary Hope, and now is no exception. My babe and co-author @elvisabutler deserves the pleasure of reading what we’ve wrought, as well. I’ll be halving all your medical and psychiatric expenses with her. 😏

Tbh, despite knowing both imminent and longterm reconciliation was to happen after this segment, we were just as cut up about tearing them apart as you were to read it. In fact, it was worse than all the lead up fics where the passive aggressive accumulation of grievances came across as hurts but ultimately only aggravations. This is just…PAIN. Funny how what was untenable before a tragedy suddenly appears to have been idyllic after it. Anyways.

Thank you for reading, here’s some Kleenex, albuterol and do know the sequel to this divorce is in drafts, so not finished AT ALL but it is in the works.

Not that it’ll hurt much less than this one. 😈

[bang-bang-gang]

i feel like “asking people to help you move is unfair labour” discourse posts are ragebait so i wont reblog them but like. my 30+ y/o sister bought a house in a village she’s only been around in for a year and got the keys this week. she has a lovely home, it’s fucking HUGE and she’s got a view on a field of sheep with little lambs. it’s cheap but it needs a lot of diy and is out way in the country and she doesn’t even speak the language.

i went to help her scrape off ugly wallpaper and sand wooden beams for 4 hours today. i just wanted to see my sister’s new home but i’m not going to be a bother when she’s got so much stuff to do and made sure to help her out. she told me she’s so overwhelmed with all the random friends and family and coworkers just dropping by and asking if they can help out — she’s thinking of making a list of tasks her partner is okay with delegating so drop-in guests can do them. her sister in law, who’s pregnant and in her third trimester, came in to help with painting the window sills: detail work that doesn’t require climbing any stairs.

my sister and i have both never scraped wallpaper before and now we know how to do it. my sister learned she can’t stand the sound/feeling of sanding paper and my partner’s asthma played up from the dust so i did it all by myself with a radio playing. on our way back home my partner and i discussed how fun it is to help people move. :)

[warrior-cats-rewritten]

re: your dotc rewrite, the details are much better than the original. if you take recommendations, maybe emphasize before gray wings death that he avoids or rejects assitamce from shadowclan? that or when he was kicked out, nobody knew he had asthma? its more a “depends on how you read it” thing, but him being kicked out to die of his asthma just feels a little too cruel for the much kinder characters of your dotc rewrite, even when he is a horrible asshole, yknow? especially with ableism being a huge part of the original arc (clear sky kicking out disabled cats to die all the time).

love your rewrites so far, especially interested that instead of “fixing” some of the chaarcters you just role with the way they were accidentally written horrible and give them consequences. keep up the good work! ☺️

This is a longer post but has a lot of detail.

Yes! I should probably clear that up! His asthma, when he was kicked from Windclan, was not bad. Like at all. Only like.... 2 cats actually knew, Pebble Heart and Hawk Swoop, who was nosy, and is now dead. He himself downplayed it and insisted he was fine, just a tickle, bit of prey scratched my throat, guess I can't run so fast anymore, I'm getting old/out of shape/my legs are just sore. His demise was his own making. If he'd just acknowledged he had any problem at all, he would still be alive. (Well, not nowadays, you know what I mean)

Excuses. Just like canon. At least you can say he never let it get him down. But medical problems don't go away just because you ignore them.

He gets worse after he is kicked out. And he is kicked out for saying something fucking HORRIFIC to Wind Runner about her dead baby. They put up with his Clear Sky bootlicking, but he tried to drive out Bumble before, and now this? No. Go find another group. Sorry, but you clearly won't change after driving Turtle Tail, Jagged Peak, Bumble, Tall Shadow, and Thunder Storm away.

After this, the story isn't from his point of view. Thunder Storm sees him again coming up to their camp, that tickle in his throat getting worse and tighter. Thunder Storm, bless his heart, wants to help, but he can't forget how Gray Wing treated Bumble. He offers a deal. Apologize, and you can stay.

"What?! No! She should be sorry to ME for stealing Turtle Tail! We aren't kittypets, and that's that!"

Thunder Storm is about to offer some help (remember Cloud Spots is not here yet) but Gray Wing snaps at him. His uncle won't change...

Clear Sky is a bust. Sky Petal still doesn't like him, and although this is after The First Battle, when Gray Wing coughs, Clear Sky (IN CHARACTER) says no. We have sick cats here, and my Sky Petal is pregnant. No. But... Clear Sky says he is sorry, and that's enough for Gray Wing to go "yeah, I get it. That's okay. My brother is so caring about his new mate" (nevermind that he said 'my' Sky Petal)

He stays with River Ripple's camp, getting jumpscared by a little gray molly, but Frosty Paws is kind, offering him some herbs before she slinks back into the shadows, making Gray Wing wonder if she is a spirit cat. He tells Dappled Pelt about it and she gets very excited.

Frosty Paws gave him catmint.

He is kept in River Ripple's camp for a while (River Ripple POV!) until River Ripple is forced to intervene with the One Eye problem. Clear Sky and One Eye are leading attacks on others.

River Ripple tries to be understanding when Gray Wing insists that Clear Sky is good deep down, just afraid... But he looks at the quickly whitening tom, and says

"Fear doesn't justify murder. Fear doesn't make a cat do this."

When Gray Wing lashes out, he tears River Ripple's ear, Night and Storm Bird tell him to leave. All he does is complain about the taste of their beloved, sacred fish, and how unfair it is that Turtle Tail left him for that fat housecat. Funny though, the ripped spot has to be severed, and it looks like it changed the course of his ear completely, like a river that changed how it flows. Well, no use dwelling on it, let's go chill on Sunningrocks, after all, only we can swim to it. :)

He isn't seen for a while because he doesn't get pretty much any more POV time. But Path Of Stars happens.

He gets weak, collapsing on a big root in the marsh, and found by Tall Shadow, who drags him back to camp. Hell has broken lose, with Star Flower trying to pick off the Proto-Clan Cats one by one. She tells him to wait in camp, Thunder called a meeting between the 5 leaders and she needs to make sure River Ripple attends.

There, he sees Pebble Heart examining Bumble, looking a little bigger, next to Turtle Tail, who looks so excited she is shifting from paw to paw. Bumble is expecting another small litter for them. Pebble Heart comes over to him, and offers him treatment, but he stomps over to Turtle Tail and tries to pick a fight with her. How dare she leave to Moor, and leave him when he helped raise her kits and-!

She slaps him. Claws sheathed. She never got this catharsis with her first abusive mate, but she'll do it with her second one. She tells him that she doesn't love him anymore, that Bumble has helped her when her night terrors get bad, Bumble was there when Owl Eyes got a bad cold and she worried herself sick. Bumble was the one who helped her sneak out, and prevented twolegs from stealing her kits. Bumble never tried to punish her for being her own cat.

He stays quiet, before he stalks out of camp, Pebble Heart tries to reach out to him, but Gray Wing just hisses at him to get away, go with your real parents then... But all Pebble Heart wanted was to treat a cat in need. He had found many herbs he wanted to try.

His asthma attack hits when he reaches the Five Oak Trees that lead to each territory.

He lays the curse down on the other Clans, not finding it in himself to fully curse Shadowclan, not looking their way when his gaze sweeps the different territories. He dies at Clear Sky's Oak. The fifth tree. His outstretched claws reaching to Riverclan, the last cats who rejected him.

He has a place in the Dark Forest, but his hate and anger bind him to the earth. He is known by the Clans as Gray Wing the Cruel, Enabler of Tyrants, Layer of Curses.

And He is Waiting for His Starless Clans.

[roughbuddy]

it’s so unfair that i have asthma eczema heartburn lactose intolerance allergies constant headaches AND im on my period

[fairiencarnate]

I'm so genuinely mad at the fact that covid exists. Like my poor sister has pericarditis now, and my lung capacity is definitely reduced and asthma worsened. The permanent symptoms are so fucking unfair and it's crazy to me that people still say it's "just the flu". Like ok bitch I've been sick so many times in my life, never have I caught heart problems or long term breathing problems from it

[lostsometime]

my mom's got bad knees.

she's in her 70's, bad knees are pretty much standard. she also had a bad hip, but it was so so so bad she got it replaced and she's been thrilled with it. She named it Claudia, and when people are like "hey Susan, there's going to be dancing at this event, will that be okay?" she'll be like "sure, me and Claudia will be there!" it's incredible - she's moving like she did ten years ago.

but still, the knees.

so, my dad's birthday is coming up. and they decided, not really far enough in advance, that they're going to go see a concert at carnegie hall to celebrate. it was about 3 months in advance, which would have been plenty of time to make a reservation at a nice restaurant, which was the original plan - but my dad loves music, and carnegie hall has a philharmonic he really wanted to see, and three months in advance, the only seats remaining are kind of nosebleed seats, you know?

so my mom is making the purchase over the phone, and she's like "yes of course, that makes sense, we're doing this kind of last-minute, i understand the good seats would be taken. is there maybe like an elevator we could use, because my knees are bad. even like a service or freight elevator, if you don't have one for customers."

and the ticket-saleslady was like. we have ADA seats you know. ground level. for people with accessibility issues.

and my mom was like 'oh, but... surely that's just for folks in wheelchairs? isn't it... unfair for me to take one of these really good ground-floor seats? and only pay as much as a standard ticket?' and the lady was like 'if your knees are bad enough that you'd be looking to take a freight elevator, you definitely qualify for accessible seating. here you go, we'll email that to you, enjoy the concert!'

and my mom was like, well, i'm not going to say NO to the really good tickets, obviously. but she still felt kind of like she was cheating. and she was saying to me, 'really, i can get up stairs just fine! it's just getting down that's an issue...'

and as we were having this conversation, we were leaving the house to go somewhere, and we had to take 2 small steps down from the door to the garage. and she needed to take my arm on one side and the rail on the other and caaarefully navigate her way down those 2 tiny stairs.

and i was just like. mom. mom, i want you to remember this moment whenever you feel like you're not inconvenienced ENOUGH to get the accessible seats. I want you to remember how hard it was to get down these 2 steps. this is what accessibility is for. this is why those seats exist.

and she was like 'but it's just bad knees! everybody gets bad knees eventually!'

and i was like, yes. and when they do, the accessible seats are for them, too!

and it made me sad, because my mom has always been so incredible at advocating for me and my brother, to get accessibility needs met for our learning disabilities. and once, when i was a kid, we went on vacation and it was back in the days when hotels had smoking and non-smoking rooms, and they put us in a smoking room even though we'd reserved a non-smoking one, because i have asthma and cigarettes are a big trigger. and even though i was like "mom we've been driving all day, i'm TIRED, and it's not even that bad, i can handle this for like 8 hours it's FINE," she marched down to the front office and demanded they switch us to a nonsmoking room because it was an accommodation her kid needed and it was just Unacceptable to her that they were not respecting that. it just makes me sad that that sense of "of course disability accommodations are important, but for other people, not for me" is so ingrained and so universal that even for the most outspoken woman i know, asking for what she needs feels like cheating.

[teen-cups-au]

FOLLOWER'S SUBMISSION:

Letter

Note :... Heh.. Another fanfiction I found on my notes. It's a one shot I wrote on June 7th 2021..

Warnings : implied death, death, asthma attack, grief, angst

Enjoy!😘

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if you receive this letter father it means we are gone.. The war is tough father.... If we don't make it please.. Please take care of our boys... Father Im sorry for all the times I was a bad daughter.. I love you father there are so many things i want to say but i don't have much time.. My husband is fighting on the mountain we women are behind hidden we make bread we full the guns and we walk in the snow to help our husband's.. My children... My lovely boys.. It pains me.. It pains me.. That... I can't enjoy you.. Cuphead... Hah.. My rebelious little angel you are destined for great things no matter what happens we will be proud.. Mugman hah my calm little angel.. Im proud all of you are destined for great things.. It hurts me.. It hurts me that i won't be there for you but.. Elder kettle will teach you well he will be there for you be good! We you.. Here is a small lullaby..

Remember us my boys..

No matter what happens we love you

                  With love. Your mother.. Rosie..

A picture of a woman who's head was a cup she had big eyes and a small nose red in color.. A man as tall as cuphead he had a mug for a face small eyes and nose like Mugman's..

Reading this... Brought tears in mugman's face...

Another letter..

My children.. Father.. They caught us... We are captured.. My husband.. father... Is dead.. Father... Father... I'm scared...

They caught us they do bad things to us.. Im sorry... *there was a bloody picture *

Mugman's chest ached. He felt a dagger piercing his heart. Fat hot tears ran down his eyes. He clenched his chest *cough cough hack hack hrk gasp cough cough*

Cuphead had returned home cause he had forgotten his wallet. He heard Mugman coughing and wheezing so he ran upstairs. Mugman was on the floor. Cuphead lifted Mugman in his arms and said "Sshh I'm here! Don't die on me!" he took his inhaler and helped him breathe again.

When Mugman calmed down. He told him about the letter and what had happened to their parents.

"You were right... Cup... They are dead... They are... Dead... *sob sob sob hic *

In the letter there was a lullaby...

My sweet sweet boys

You are my world and joys

We love you

When your dreams fade away

That meams there's a new day

We adore you

Mom and dad are always here

And there is nothing to fear

We will protect you

Even if you can't see us

Or can't hear us

We will always love you!

You are my world

And more precious than gold

My baby boys

We love you!

Cuphead and Mugman hugged each other... They wept for theirs parents unfair demise.. Nothing and noone could console them..

They cried themselves to sleep. There was one phrase in their minds...

¡We Love You!

The end! 😘

MOD'S REPLY :

Doudy (mod): Can't imagine the pain Elder Kettle felt when reading this…

Ouch, poor Mug 😭

"You were right… Cup… They are dead… They are… Dead…

USING WHAT I MADE CUP SAY TO MUG AGAINST ME OMG

*checks the old submission you sent* Yup! Same lullaby.

Aaah, booooys… *sniffs*