#Stomach pain.

[matkatkitkat]

i started playing Disco Elysium and last night (the same day i started playing) i woke up to my stomach hurting so bad that in my delirium i thought it had to do with something from the game.

and looked it up…

i thought this was completely normal until waking up later after the pain was gone.

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[egg-baby-official]

There's no way FnaF came out ten years ago.... I feel so old

[slingbats]

some headcanon stuff a little bit, I'm pretty sure her natural hair is either shaved or veryyyy short but I couldn't imagine she'd do anything without wearing some kind of head covering so I didn't actually depict this at all you'll just have to trust me teehee

[chronicallydragons]

Ah yes, my favorite chronic illness game: is this normal, is this new, or am I dying?

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

just had this thought of like . slipping on a sheet of ice and hurting your leg really badly to the point that you’re just sniffling into suguru’s neck when the paramedics arrive and he has to literally restrain himself from not snarling when they try to pull you away from him ….. because you’re in pain and you’re clinging to him and you need him. you don’t want to let go. he knows he has to but it makes him feel sick to his stomach he’s just sitting with you as they drive you to the hospital and holding your hand </3

[nessguts]

vent art i drew of karkat with IBS

[girlatrocity]

KEEP DRAWING POSTCANON TOGACHAKOPLESJR I CANT DO YHIS……

ALWAYS AND FOREVER ANON

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The four alignments of Tummy Hurt

[justsomerandomgay]

i remember being ten years old and wishing to die rather than experience the pain i was in yet still my parents and my doctors didn’t believe me. sometimes it just hits me. that wasn’t a normal experience for a ten year old, was it?

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

Sometimes I feel like celiac disease doesn't actually count as a disability since it's so easy and stress free compared to deadly allergies, but then I remember that I have to meticulously plan every trip I go to and play 4D chess with uni campus restaurant menus and for a brief moment there was genuine consideration if I should be put on growth hormones because I was so small from not getting enough nutrients

[solemnv0id]

Just realized I never posted these to here

[stillgotscars]

you know what makes me so queasy? the progression from “i once was poison ivy, but now i’m your daisy” → “pick your poison, babe, i’m poison either way” and “i’m the death you chose, you’re in terrible danger”

[3-aem]

universal healthcare is not broken and anyone trying to convince you it is is delusional and a dckrider for big health insurance. yes there are wait times but waiting for care is Not the same as being denied care.

in america your physician prescribes care and an insurer can still cuck you out of it because someone across the continent who has never met you can say: doesn’t seem medically necessary. Leaving you to handle a bill that is wildly inflated by the same insurers that just denied you.

let me drill it through your head you can pay thousands a year in premiums and still end up sick and financially burdened for years by One incident. no insurance company is Avoiding going broke by denying claims. theyre doing it to profit off your misfortune and your illness. Because healthcare fundamentally does not cost the amount that they claim it to be.

[kindaasrikal]

Hc that Cole gets horrible stomach aches for a variety of reasons and it leaves him wallowing away in misery in his bed with a hot water bottle on his stomach not even being able to eat

Kai is often used as said water bottle and every time it happens Cole makes him promise he won’t tell anyone about his pain and Kai swears he won’t. But Kai that mf had his finger crossed and typing Zane as they speak. Five minutes later Zane has put together what might be causing the stomach pains and a solution.

If it takes a while for the solution to kick in and get rid of the pains, Jay, Nya and Lloyd all switch on who would be entertaining Cole. Whenever Cole is awake and feeling like he wants to do something but literally can’t because of the pain, they send in Jay who watches shows and theorises with Cole.

When Cole is tired and is in a serious need of sleep they send in Lloyd to nap with him because he is seriously the best cuddle buddy you can squeeze him and he will squeeze back. And when Cole is awake and bored but tired at the same time, they send in Nya to have the most meaningless but sweet conversations about nothing and everything, sometimes even sitting in silence.

Zane join in at random just to keep company and make sure Cole’s stomach isn’t about to eat him instead, and Kai is there the whole time silently laying on Cole’s stomach in complete bliss.

Wu has to keep reminding them that he has magic teas for these problems.