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bluebaby123 · 4 years ago

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Pregnant s/o hcs: Mirio, Bakugo, Todoroki, Midoriya, Iida, Tamaki

SFW, just super fluffy

Mirio:

If you don’t think this man is tearing up when you tell him... uhhh you’d be wrong

He is crying over you and so happy, will kneel and just kiss your tummy

And when you’re in bed that night going to sleep, every few minutes he will nuzzle in closer and whisper, “hey guess what? We’re gonna have a baby”

Anytime he says he loves you now he says it to your tummy too

“I love you Y/n, I love that you are mine and I love that you’re going to be the mother of my child” *bends down* “And I love you too baby”

He will have a really hard time waiting until the second trimester to tell anyone but once he is able, everyone will know, and he’s going to have a party in your honor.

He will treat you like a queen, back rubs and foot rubs...

I feel like when you first tell him you’re pregnant he will come home a few days later with a box... when you open it, it’s a maternity dress, and its actually really pretty, with lace and silk, and nice and stretchy...

“I know you don’t need it now, but I saw it when I was out and thought it would look perfect on you...”

He will compliment you every second of every day, will trace your stretch marks and tell you they make you beautiful because it’s all part of you becoming a mother, it’s a natural tattoo, a reminder of how you’re growing a life inside you

He will want to throw a gender reveal party

And no, it can’t be as simple as balloons popping out of a box, he’s gotta have something extravagant to celebrate like fireworks, monster trucks, or a paid actor dressed as a baby

You’re having his baby! This is a pinnacle moment in his life and he is not about to have some basic ass party

Mirio is definitely the kind of guy who thinks you can’t have sex because it could hurt the baby, you will have to make a very embarrassing call to your doctor about that...

He is looking forward to owning dad sandals (who are we kidding he prolly already does)

Bakugo:

This man will shit himself, make sure he is sitting down

“Bakugo... I’m pregnant”

“Hah?”

“I’m having a baby! You’re gonna be a dad”

He’s really happy and excited, he has no doubt you’ll be an amazing mom but he’s kinda worried about him being a dad...

Am I fit to raise a kid? Will I be a good dad?

He will probably start working more and almost go on over drive... He will start coming home later, picking up earlier shifts... And when you ask him, “Katsuki, are you not happy about the baby?” He will kinda break down and tell you “No of course I’m fucking happy about the baby, I just want the world to be safe for our kid... and I only have 8 months till then and-” He drops to his knees in front of you and he’s tearing up. You’ll get onto your knees too and just hug him, “Katsuki, you can’t fix the world before we have our baby,” you’ll look at him lovingly as he realizes how absurd he was being. “But we can prepare to be the best parents we can be...” “Prepare? We’re already gonna be the best parents.”

Okay, Bakugo hypes up the baby too, like...

“Katsuki, come here! The baby is kicking!” *he puts his hand on your tummy* “Baby’s so strong, just like us,” *grabs you and kisses you* “I knew we made a fucking perfect kid”

He will try kill anyone who oversteps the boundary with the bump (like touching the bump without asking)

“OI EXTRA, you wanna take your fucking hands off my woman and my kid or do I have to do that for you...”

Bakugo would be very unnecessarily competitive in birthing class

Will wake you up in the middle of the night at least once, he’s just laying on his back staring wide eyed at the ceiling... “What if I explode the baby?”

You’ll roll over and look at him annoyed, “you won't explode the baby,”

He will settle again once you give him cuddles

You cannot tell me that he would not be your biggest cheerleader when you’re actually giving birth, “PUSH, FUCKING PUSH DUMB ASS!”

Todoroki:

This man freaks out for a sec... cuz daddy issues. But he has a strong resolve so he will come out of it quickly and decide how to

“Shoto, you aren’t anything like Endeavor, you’re going to be an amazing dad”

He will be extremely happy, but his excitement will be softer

Everyday after you tell him he says you’re glowing

He will want to cook you special things because it’s healthy for the baby, or so his mother told him

Speaking of his mother, she taught him how to knit when he went to visit her in the hospital so you’ll find him knitting little hats and bootie and jackets for the baby

He will nest just as much, if not more than you do

You’ll find him awake at 3AM trying to put together some bullshit ikea thing for the baby with the tiny allen wrench they give you for free. “Shoto, come back to bed... we can do that in the morning” “But the baby needs somewhere to sleep,” “Yes, and I’m not due for another two months”

Shoto is already so soft but I think he would be softer

Like when you fall asleep on the couch, he gets home and just cuddles up to you and asks your bump how it’s day was. He will talk to the bump until you wake up and then he just pepper your face with kisses.

He is the only one of all these men who doesn’t shit himself and die when watching the birthing tape. I think he would be calm and say something like “a woman’s body is made to carry and deliver a child, there’s nothing to be frightened of.”

Midoriya:

When you tell him, he’s gonna cry

He will want to call his mom right away

Midoriya is the kinda guy to have a box of his things from when he was a kid stored away to give to his child (it’s all All Might merch but, ya know)

He definitely panics and worries if he is going to be a good father but he takes all that anxiety and just turns it into energy to care for you with

He is already signing you up for birthing classes

This man would take you to all your doctors visits, acupuncture appointments, prenatal massages, and even a strange healing session done in the back room of a health good shop (don’t worry, he checked google reviews, 346 people, and 5 stars) (You weren't sure about it at first, but you felt very at peace afterwards, def worth the 5 star review)

He just really wants you to be happy and healthy

It would be understatement to say he treats you like a queen... he treats you like a goddess, and he tells you everyday how grateful he is that you’re his love and giving him a baby. Especially when you feel insecure about how your body is changing

He will want to make the nursery Hero themed... with an All Might wall decal... you’ll eventually opt for something a little less... exuberant like jungle animals or something. But the compromise is the All Might mobil that spins and says “I am here” while playing twinkle twinkle little star.

He will read to the bump, and sing to it because he wants the baby to know his voice

Will make a ‘goodnight’ song with you for the baby to sing to it every night

Tenya:

Tenya is so excited and immediately starts thinking of things he needs to do for you and baby

The day after he will come home with a bag from the store full of prenatal vitamins and herbal teas that are safe to drink

“My love! I have brought you Evening Primrose supplements, it’s supposed to help with your delivery.”

I think he has name ideas picked out already and is very excited to show them to you. They are all related to the Iida family.

He would ask his brother for advice and would be so excited to tell him when it’s time.

Don’t even worry about pregnancy brain. Iida’s got you, he will help you remember everything you need to know and he will be patient with your cloudy thoughts.

Iida is so matter of fact tho, I can see it coming off as insensitive, especially when you’re dealing with mood swings.

“Darling, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you it’s just that those chips make your stomach hurt and I was only trying to-” “YOU JUST DONT WANT ME TO BE HAPPYYYY!!!!!!” “My darling, I want all the happiness in the world for you, you are the mother of my child, I- please don’t cry”

He really loves you a lot and he will learn to be a little gentler with you during this phase of the pregnancy

Braxton hicks contractions (the little fake contractions you get during the third trimester, closer to the due date) will send him into panic mode.

But he is also so organized that he is R E A D Y

You clutch your stomach and inhale sharply and sit down, he’s already running to get the hospital bag and getting the keys for the car.

(The hospital bag includes, diapers, baby clothes, blankets, stress balls for you to squeeze during contractions and a birth mix which includes mostly Baroque composers but theres a few taylor swift and harry styles songs because he thinks it would be cool if the baby was born to Adore You, because Iida adores you and that baby so much)

Tamaki:

He is terrified

But ultimately knowing that he has a child on the way actually does wonders for his confidence because he wants his child to have a good example and he doesn’t want the child to inherit his crippling shyness

He really is there for you and much like Shoto, shows it in a soft way

Tamaki is so food oriented already that he is especially considerate of your cravings and would probably try them, no matter how weird they are

Pregnancy makes you super hungry but thats okay because Tamaki is a brilliant cook

Tamaki is also very sensitive to the knowledge that it will change after the baby is born and that he has you all to himself for just a little while longer

He is going to take you on special weekend trips, like a sleepy beach town to just relax and eat good food

He will also take you on extra dates because he just wants to soak up your time together as a couple

He is very aware of how much work you’re doing constantly to carry his child and he will want to spoil you

“Y-you’re just so beautiful, a-and you chose me, and now you’re carrying my child...I just... I love you so much and thank you for letting me be yours b-because you make me so happy.”

He will freak out when he sees the birthing tape

“I-I am so sorry, I can’t believe I’ve put you through this... you’re- you- This is all my fault...” *panic panic panic*

But when you’re actually in labour he is very supportive, he will just apologize while you’re screaming in agony and wish there was something else he could do other than bring you ice chips...

#bnha #mha #mha hcs #bnha hcs #tamaki #iida #deku #midoriya #izuku #katsuki #bakugo #todoroki #mirio #shoto #amajiki #togota

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rkived · 5 years ago

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drabble #4: a look back into pediatricsurgeon!jungkook’s and generalsurgeon!reader’s friendship throughout med school.

or, what those infamous ‘‘med school vibes’’ are all about.

(hospitalplaylist!au)

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JUNGKOOK’S FIRST YEAR OF MED SCHOOL.

‘‘Okay, let’s begin.’’

Taehyung’s face is puffed up, barely awake. Just five minutes ago he was dreaming about being the mayor of Springfield, the fictional town in The Simpsons, and now he’s quizzing his roommate, Jungkook, before his big Pharmacology exam.

‘‘What’s bioavailability?’’

Jungkook hums ‘‘The amount of medication in your blood that’s available to produce an effect.’’ he answers and Taehyung nods, yawning, moving on to the next question.

‘‘What is azithromycin used for?’’

‘‘Viral In─?’’

Taehyung shakes his head no.

‘‘Oh! Bacterial infections!’’ Jungkook corrects himself and receives a nod of approval from his roommate ‘‘Kinda forgot for a second.’’

Taehyung ignores his excuse and continues quizzing him for a few more minutes, the tiredness still evident in his face, but his anxious friend had him slightly worried.

‘‘Dude, you’re flunking this shit.’’ Taehyung mutters, counting down how many right answers his roommate had gotten ‘‘You only got six out of fifteen questions right.’’

Jungkook mumbles a curse and places his head over his hands. He couldn’t afford to fail this class, Pharmacology was a pain in the ass and he did not want to take it again.

Taehyung hums as he stares at his nervous friend, his leg bouncing up and down with nervousness. The older friend understood his position, though he didn’t experience much trouble when he took this class two years ago, he had definitely felt pre-exam jitters before.

‘‘Did you not study or?’’ Taehyung asks him in a gentle tone, not wanting to put him under the spot even more.

Jungkook sighs and runs his hand through his short hair ‘‘A little, I uh─I was supposed to take a book out from the library to do more research, but a girl from my class wanted it so I gave it to her because━’’

Taehyung’s eyes open wide like saucers and he doesn’t let his younger friend finish his explanation.

‘‘You gave up a book for a girl? Because she wanted it?’’

So long for not wanting to put him under the spot.

Jungkook already felt bad, but the amused tone on Taehyung’s voice made him feel worse.

He knew it was a dumb decision. He handed the book over to her a week ago, when he grabbed it and was ready to take it out to study until she popped out of nowhere and asked him if she could have it, pleading eyes and with hands placed together as if she was begging.

And Jungkook was a first year student, he was still slower than his seniors. He was kinda lucky having Taehyung, a third-year student, as his roommate. The more knowledgeable guy had shared with him most of the tips and tricks he needed to know to survive in Med School.

Though Taehyung was now regretting forgetting to tell him that when it came down to being ‘‘nice’’ to other students, he had to think smartly and be a little selfish. Especially when a big exam was coming up and you weren’t particularly the best student in the class.

‘‘You’re a dumbass and you’re failing this exam fair and square.’’

Jungkook frowns, not appreciating his roommate’s words ‘‘Thanks, I’ll try my best not to.’’

With this, he takes his backpack and snatches the papers from Taehyung’s hands.

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Which of the following is a short-term side effect of amphetamine?

Constipation

Hair Loss

Suicidal Thoughts

Depression

‘‘Isn’t it all of them?’’ Jungkooks whispers to himself as he reads the options over and over again, getting himself more confused rather than obtaining a clear answer.

This was a starter question! A basic one, if you may. He knows he’s supposed to be able to answer this without hesitation, but he’s looking at the question as if it was a foreign topic.

He sighs and decides he’ll come back to it later, maybe the answer will come to him later.

When choosing to supplement, what type of vitamin D do most healthcare professionals prescribe and why?

Cholecalciferol because it cannot cause adverse effects

Vitamin D because there is only one type of supplement available.

Cholecalciferol because it is the naturally occurring form in the body.

None of the answers are correct.

‘‘Fuck, I know this.’’ Jungkook mumbles, hand coming to scratch the side of his head.

It’s A.

No, it’s B.

But what if it’s C?

It can’t be D, that’s a trick answer and─

‘‘Psst,’’ he hears from behind him, but he’s too deep in thought wondering which option is the right one. ‘‘Pssst,’’ Jungkook’s eyes raise from his paper and into the sea of students taking the exam around him.

Jungkook stares at his Pharmacology professor, sitting on his chair as he tries to stay awake to keep an eye on his 40+ students. The class started at 7 AM and even he hated waking up early.

‘‘Pssssst,’’ he hears again, this time a little more intense and he’s trying his hardest not to turn his head and see where the noise is coming from, fearing he might get mistaken for cheating.

He decided to ignore the sound and after that, whoever was making the noise, decided to stop as well.

An hour and a half later, Jungkook was out of the horrible exam and ready to cry it out for a little in his room. He was hoping Taehyung had left for his exams by then.

If Jungkook could grade his exam he’d give himself a C, nice try kid.

‘‘Gosh, are you deaf or something?’’ he hears from a voice behind him, turning around to find the girl from the library. The one he had given the Pharma book to, sacrificing himself to please her. ‘‘I was trying to get your attention!’’ she complains and Jungkook’s just staring at her.

‘‘What?’’ he speaks up, but it comes out as a mere whisper because he’s confused as hell.

He’s still thinking about the exam and now he has this girl looking at him like he’s a weirdo.

‘‘I was trying to help you, I saw some of your answers and they were wrong.’’ She explains and his eyebrows raise slightly ‘‘Hair loss is a short-term side effect of amphetamine? Really? That’s basic Pharmaco.’’

‘‘What?’’

‘‘And don’t even get me started on your answer for the vitamin D supplement, that was a piece of cake!’’ The girl continues to complain about his wrong answers and Jungkook is left speechless. ‘‘I was gonna give you my answers, which I know are right because I studied, but you never turned around.’’

Jungkook’s brows furrow.

The reason why he was able to recognize her in the library last week was because she was an avid participant during lectures. Always had something to say, a question to ask, ready to share a random fact that not even the professor knew about.

Jungkook’s not surprised she didn’t recognize him back then, not even now. He’s the total opposite of her. Never speaks in class, all the questions he wishes he could ask are kept inside his head and he doesn’t know anything about Pharmacology because everything is a big question mark to him.

‘‘You studied because of me.’’ he states and her eyes go wide like saucers.

‘‘Whu─?’’ It seems that the realization doesn’t hit her after her eyes narrow at him and a lightbulb lights up over her head ‘‘Oh! You’re the guy from the library! You gave me the book!’’

‘‘Yeah,’’ Jungkook replies bitterly ‘‘so if my answers are wrong, it’s because of you little Ms. Know-It-All.’’

He’s had enough of this and he still wants to cry, the added tension of this random girl mocking his failure has become another reason as to why he needs to get to his dorm room immediately.

But she won’t let up so easily.

‘‘Wait!’’ she says, grabbing Jungkook’s arm as a way to stop him, but the taller guy yanks her hand away and continues to walk as she trails behind him ‘‘I swear I didn’t know then you were my classmate! I even asked you if you needed the book, you said no.’’

That was true, but Jungkook’s a first year student who obviously thinks being nice will get him A’s on his exams. He doesn’t need books. Being nice will get him that degree.

Jungkook shrugs it off, but she’s relentless and holds onto his backpack straps instead.

‘‘I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to sound so bitchy,’’ she apologizes as Jungkook continues to drag her through the building’s hall, hoping she’ll let go of his straps soon. ‘‘I just got frustrated because I really wanted to help you and—Ow!’’

Jungkook suddenly stopping makes her collide with his back abruptly, he gasps and quickly turns around to find her massaging her forehead that’s now sporting a red mark from the impact.

‘‘It’s okay, I deserve it! Karma, right?’’ she chuckles and he sighs.

‘‘If I forgive you will you leave me alone?’’

She frowns with a pout ‘‘No,’’ she states and he groans ‘‘because if you get a low grade, I’ll feel extremely guilty.’’

‘‘Then you’ll just have to live with it, I guess.’’ he shrugs.

Jungkook promises he’s usually not like this.

She ignores him instead ‘‘If you get a low grade, you can take the exam again! Professor Lee is really nice and understanding—”

“I know nothing about this class.” Jungkook interjects firmly, hoping that it serves as an answer for her.

She hums “I can help you study!” she offers and he looks at her with surprise “Not to brag, but I’m really good at Pharmaco.” she smiles, but it comes off as less than humble to him.

Jungkook would rather flunk this class than have her tutor him. Actually, he rather have Taehyung flick him on the head every time he gives a wrong answer until he gets them right.

She can tell he’s about to say no and so she pleads “Please! Please let me help! It’s the least I can do.”

Her begging is very reminiscent of the one she did in the library last week. Jungkook had to give it to her, she could throw quite a convincing act.

And free tutoring is a hard offer to come by. One thing that reigned over med students was this superiority complex, the “I’m a better student than you” idea that would blind people into thinking they shouldn’t help their peers.

So, yes, maybe she was annoying and a little bitchy, but just like Jungkook, she’s just being nice.

He sighs with defeat “Alright, I’ll take your help.”

She gasps with surprise and claps her hands with excitement, making the taller guy laugh through his nose.

“I’ll give you my number! You can call or text me if you need any help.” she quickly adds and it’s not like he can object because she’s already writing her number down on a pink post-it note.

“Y/N?” he reads the name once she hands the piece of paper over, she smiles and nods.

“At your service! I’m good with Pharmaco, Biochem, and Pathology!” she informs and he nods slightly “Don’t ask me about microbiology, though, it’s my weak spot.” she shyly admits

His eyes light up at the mention of his favorite course “I love that class!” he comments and you tilt your head to the side, how could he possibly? “If you need help, you can ask me!”

You both smile at each other, realizing this small deed turned out to be perfect for you both.

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JUNGKOOK’S THIRD YEAR OF MED SCHOOL.

“Could you like—stop that?” You mumble, pushing Jungkook off of your shoulder as the sleepy guy shuffles in the tiny space of your bed “Jungkook, seriously! We have a test tomorrow, you wanna flunk it?”

He yawns “You’ll help me if I do.”

“That was a one time thing only,” you narrow your eyes at him “this time it’s not gonna be on me!”

You try to make some sense into your friend, but he’s not bugging at all. Though you try to understand, you’ve been cramming neurology concepts for the past four hours with no breaks in between.

Sometimes you forget Jungkook’s study method is very different from yours.

“Shhh,” Jungkook hushes you with his eyes closed and a frown in his brows “‘’M trynna sleep.”

Jungkook falls asleep to the sound of your mumbling complaints about how he’d fail the test and how you’d have to help him like you always do. He smiles to himself because your bed is really comfy and the air freshener that you spray every other hour smells like fresh laundry.

You stare at him, peacefully snoring into your pillow, mouth slightly open as he breathes in and out. You should be angry, he was the one who proposed studying together after all.

But all you do is cover him with your favorite fuzzy blanket and pat his shoulder before you go back to the lessons in your book.

The silence is comfortable. It helps you study better and it gives him peace as he dreams of whatever. It’s always like this for you two.

—

JUNGKOOK’S FIFTH YEAR OF MED SCHOOL.

The packed boxes and bags placed on Taehyung’s bed throw Jungkook off because it finally hits him that, after five years of rooming with the older friend, he’d have to find a new roommate.

He enters a frenzied state of questions in his head.

Is my new roommate going to be messy?

Is my new roommate going to listen to music so loud I won’t be able to sleep?

Will my new roommate hate video games and won’t let me play my FPSGs?

Jungkook hadn’t realized how well of a dynamic he and Taehyung shared until today. Always thought that they kept rooming because they were friends and not because they actually were able to coexist with each other.

And now that Taehyung’s graduating, Jungkook is left to wonder what will happen next.

He was in that state of mind all day long.

When he watched his soon-to-be ex roommate pack his belongings in boxes that were divided by categories. As he sat in the crowd of attendees for that semester’s graduates, Taehyung in between the handful of fresh new M.Ds. And now, as his fellow group of friends were singing their drunk asses off into the microphone of the karaoke room they had rented for the night.

Jungkook doesn’t know what song Taehyung and Namjoon are singing, but it’s definitely one that came out when he was just a baby.

“You know you look really funny when you space out, right?”

He blinks and you’re sitting next to him, giving him a raised brow as you wait for him to answer.

Jungkook’s been told this multiple times, mostly by you. His doe eyes go wide, mouth shut into a line as he just stares into space and even he would like to know what it is that goes through his head during those moments, he always seems to forget when he comes back to reality.

“I’m so glad those two decided to become doctors instead of singers.” you joke, looking over at the two friends who were trying, but failing, at reaching a high note.

He doesn’t laugh, though.

“Are you okay?” you carefully ask, noticing his unusual behavior. Jungkook was…a special kid, for the most part. But you weren’t used to looking at him this quiet and so out of place. “Should I worry?”

Jungkook shakes his head no and sighs, realizing his mood is changing yours as well and this is supposed to be a happy occasion, because Taehyung just graduated and he should be excited for his friend.

“Ahhh, I see,” you say with a nod, realization hitting you “you’re sad ‘cause Taehyungie is leaving, right?”.

“No.” Jungkook mumbles, hoping that it was convincing enough for you to buy, but he knows that you rarely ever let up.

You smile, finding it endearing how he’s embarrassed to admit that it does hurt. You’ve been there before when Namjoon graduated two years ago and you were a sobbing mess because it felt as if your older brother was leaving and never coming back.

It sucked that Jungkook and you were the youngest ones in the friend group. You didn’t get to interact much with the older friends due to how ahead they were of you both, but they served as good mentors as you and he made your way along Med School.

“If it makes you feel better, you still have me.” you say with a smile and a squeeze to his shoulder, Jungkook stares back at you with an expression you can’t quite pinpoint “Only two more years.”

Saying it out loud feels unreal. He actually has stuck it out for that long. And as he stares at you giggling about your drunken singing friends, Jungkook realizes he hasn’t been alone during this journey.

You have to pretend his unwavering eyes are not making you feel under pressure.

—

JUNGKOOK’S SEVENTH AND FINAL YEAR IN MED SCHOOL.

“If you don’t tell her now, you probably never will!”

Jungkook gulps as he fixes his robe in front of the mirror. Taehyung is behind him, glaring at him with so much force that the soon-to-be graduate feels like he has to hide.

“Why would I tell her?” Jungkook mumbles “It’s just a silly crush, that’s it.”

And it’s true, just a silly crush! One that he had been hiding for the last couple of years until a few weeks ago, when his friends took him out drinking, between drunken words he had confessed to his older friends the feelings he had been harbouring for you.

“We know.” they all said in unison

And ever since then, they —especially Taehyung— had been pushing him into coming clean to you. With graduation happening today, it felt like it was Jungkook’s last chance to tell you before it was too late.

He knows where you’re going to specialize after this and he knows he won’t see you for a couple of years and vice versa.

Jungkook will be able to go on about his life and get over whatever he’s feeling for you and that gives the opportunity for you to continue ahead with the idea that he’s your best friend and that he’s never felt anything for you.

“Because maybe she feels the same way!” Taehyung argues and by the look on his face, it’s clear that he’s frustrated with his youngest friend “Like, y’know how Y/N is super smart, right?” He asks and Jungkook nods “Well, every time she’s around you she goes dumb! That’s the love effect.”

Jungkook chuckles at his friend’s comment. The idea of you liking him back is actually sweet, makes his heart beat a little faster. But it’s just that, a mere thought.

Because in reality, you’re always smart and never dumb enough to like him back.

He has a front row seat as you receive your diploma, the biggest smile on your face as you pose for the cameras and thank your adviser. Spotting Jungkook in the crowd as he claps excitedly for you, you send a wink his way, making his heart flutter in the process.

And he feels like he should tell you. What’s the worst that could happen?

Losing his dignity? He lost it years ago.

Rejection? He can handle it, it wouldn’t be the first time.

“Congrats, grad!” you say with excitement, after finding each other in the crowd of families and graduates “We did it!”

“Yeah,” Jungkook chuckles, his heart is full of endearment as he watches you bounce with excitement in your heels “we made it, barely.”

His heart is yelling at him to just do it now. He won’t have time later, what with your family wanting to take you out to celebrate and maybe his group of friends suggesting the usual post-grad Karaoke night. This is probably the last time Jungkook will be able to have you alone.

In the corner of his eye he’s able to spot Taehyung, he’s far away but it’s clear that he’s dramatically mouthing TELL HER NOW! Seokjin, Namjoon and Yoongi are behind him, tugging at his suit’s sleeves so they’re able to drag him out of sight.

“Hey, so…” Jungkook doesn’t mean for his voice to come out so shaky and you look at him with glowing eyes, excitement still bubbling in you “Uhm—“

Say it, you idiot. Just say it.

“Where are you going out to eat?”

Fuck.

You chuckle as you tell him they’ll probably take you to some BBQ place and suggest if he would like to come. Jungkook quickly denies the offer and a few seconds later, you’re telling him that you should go and find your family.

Not before giving him a big hug and a kiss to his cheek, a friendly one “Don’t get too drunk tonight!”

Oh, yeah...

The worst thing that could happen if he tells you how he feels is that he’ll ruin your friendship. No biggie, right?

And you’ve been there for far too long, have put up with him through all his shenanigans, been too nice to him and he won’t fuck all of that up just because of a silly crush.

Jungkook’s left to watch as you hurriedly spot your family, jumping with excitement into your father’s arms. The next second Taehyung is pulling at his ear, scolding him because he knows the graduate didn’t confess.

He’s calling his older friends for help, but they let Taehyung have this, just this once.

a/n: hello!! i decided to write this bc for the past drabbles the ‘‘med school vibes’’ have been mentioned n here’s a backstory to jk n reader’s friendship back then. i think this is a lil too long to be considered a drabble but wtvr. i did research those pharmaco questions n verified with my med student friends to fact check them lol hope all is well <3

#jungkook drabble #jeon jungkook drabble #jungkook au #jungkook scenario #jungkook smut #jungkook fic #jeon jungkook au #jeon jungkook scenario #jeon jungkook smut #i thought abt so many other moments between those two but it would've been so long sorry heehee

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another-dr-another · 4 years ago

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waaaa yamaguchi give us ur loreeeeeee!!!! but fineee go to the kitchen

Maeda, narrating - Rather not just lurk around in the dining hall all weird...

Maeda - Kinda feels impolite, even if Taira’s a maid and all, she’s still our classmate... even talking like that feels weird!

Maeda - So I should go... help... her...

Maeda - ...Taira?

~*~

Uehara - Oh, looking for Taira?

Maeda - Not... really, just expecting to see her here.

Uehara - She’s in her room I think, but she’ll be out in a sec!

Uehara - Remember how earlier I said I was craving comfort food? Decided I might as well get on making that now.

Maeda - Well, I’m excited to try whatever you’ve made- actually, just what did you make?

Uehara - Uh... fun Italy fact! There’s no real word for comfort food, it doesn’t really exist as a concept.

Uehara - So I guess I was just homesick? Made three different gnocchi dishes...

Maeda - Three?

Uehara - Thirteen people to feed, and I didn’t really ask people about their preferences, so...

Uehara - Yeah!

Uehara - Help me carry them out? Since you’re here and all.

Maeda - Of course!

~*~

Iranami - ...Mekaru, are you sure you wouldn’t like to come sit with us?

Hatano - Yeah, it feels rude to just let you sit all by yourself! I’m sure we’ll all be fine!

Mekaru - It’s fine, it’s fine- by my own design, in fact, I chose to sit over here!

Mekaru - I’d hate it for anyone to get sick, but I get lonely on my own in my room, and I don’t think this is a stomach issue.

Taira - Vitamin D deficiency is our current bet, so please everyone, start to take some sort of supplement.

Taira - Hey. No. Not now, don’t get up. I’ll remind you all in the morning.

Yamaguchi - But do we have that stuff?

Yamaguchi - Maybe one of the upper floors will have a skylight or something that’s unblocked!

Iranami - ...’M kinda hoping we don’t get to see anymore floors, just because of what it... connotes...

Yamaguchi - Oh... true! There goes that idea I guess.

Tsurugi - Doesn’t matter though, in this context. We’ve got tons of supplements, I’ve been taking Vitamin D since we got here!

Uehara - Don’t you run risk of becoming reliant though?

Tsurugi - I got stabbed in the spine, we’re all prolly gonna come out of here with some sort of issue, better keep myself from having it too bad, yknow?

Uehara - Mhm... that’s true- speaking of, when’s the last time you changed your bandages?

Tsurugi - ...Anyways, I’ve got good news! Guess what?

Taira - What?

Higa - What’s the new dumbass idea, Tsurugi?

Tsurugi - It’s not dumb... don’t be mean!

Tsurugi - It’s still technically summer, so whaddya say we have a pool party?

Maki - ...I don’t really know about that.

Kobashikawa - If you all go, I’ll hang out on the bleachers or something, but I don’t really think swimming would work well.

Tsurugi - And that’s perfectly okay! I just figure it’d be kinda nice!

Mekaru - I mean, if I’m feeling alright for it, I’d like to swim.

Hatano - Swimming is like... super fun!

Higa - Y’know, as far as ideas go, this isn’t your worst, Tsurugi.

Higa - Not like you can really knife someone in the pool without others noticing...

Tsurugi - Kinda just thought it’d be fun to splash around, but I’ll take that!

Uehara - Maki, Kobashikawa, you both down to at least hang out for a bit?

Kobashikawa - Mhm, but if I get thrown in, I’m gonna act like I don’t know how to swim and let myself drown.

Maki - ...This isn’t happening like, right now, right?

Tomori - I don’t... think so- maybe day after tomorrow, so you’ll have time to prepare?

Tsurugi - Yeah, and it’s late anyways!

Maki - Fine, if you all really want someone to prove Higa wrong-

Ōtori - Gonna start a betting pool for who offs Higa first.

Higa - You’re all so childish...

Mekaru - And you're all mean, too!

Maki - What?

Mekaru - None of you will pass the gnocchi to your poor, sick classmate...

Uehara - Shit, sorry! Which one do you want, Mekaru?

~*~

Maeda, narrating - With food on everyone's plate, we all began to eat.

Maeda - It was really good! Uehara needs to cook more often...

Maeda - Uhm... but how do I feel about a pool party...

Maeda - I guess I'll have to ask myself in the morning.

[Head to Your Room]

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shishinoya · 5 years ago

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a - z alphabet is CLOSED

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ — REQUEST || “Hello! I really like ur writing c: Can i request like the whole nsfw alphabet for Suga?^^‘ i already saw u did two for him but nsfw for suga is quite rare, so i wondered...😅 Ty in advance c;” — anon — PAIRING || Sugawara Koushi X Fem!Reader — TYPE || Headcanons — WARNING || NSFW — WORD COUNT || NA — AUTHOR’S NOTE || this took me so long to get to... i’m so sorry ;-; but the whole list sometimes takes me quite a long time to do sorry bb but I hope u enjoy ittt ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

[ a — aftercare (how would they be after sex?) ]

》 Suga’s a mommmmmm

》 He will make it his life goal to make sure you are comfortable all the time

》 After you two are done with the fucking, he will be quite quick to provide any painkillers, supplements, or vitamins

》 You might not need them, but he won’t take any chances and will quite literally force you to take them

》 Fucking makes you lose a lot of nutrients🥺

》 Will apply any lotions or cooling creams onto your body to ease and make it feel better

》 Will wrap you up in a cozy blanket or bathrobe just in case your temperature drops too much

》 Even if you are warm enough, he will continue to hold you close, cuddling the shit out of you

》 Will caress your arms and any skin that he hadn’t paid attention during your session

》 Soft traces and light kisses too uwu

[ b — body part (what’s their favourite body part of you and what body part of theirs would you like?) ]

》 Your hair

》 He loves being able to play with it even when it’s not involving sex

》 Just being able to see it all messed up because of him

》 Likes being able to tug on it and run his fingers through the strands

》 Honestly, you would love his tongue

》 LOL I know it’s very forward and not that poetic

》 But like

》 Mans can give mad head

》 He’s really good at it and no joke would be your favourite body part

[ c — cum (anything to do with cum) ]

》 I don’t think Suga would be one to really really like cream pies but I still think he would love seeing his cum mixed with yours

》 Would love to marvel at how it covers your inner thighs and drips from your pussy

》 Is also a sucker for cumming on your breasts and stomach

》 Just likes seeing you covered in his cum

》 In your hair, oH yes!

》 Running down the sides of your arms, he ready to nut again

》 In your mouth? Hng

[ d — dirty secret (learn a dirty secret they have) ]

》 He will DIE if you ever found out

》 Sometimes when you’re sleeping

》 He would just dry hump you

》 Because

》 You know, men have problems

》 And when you have a problem, u solve it

》 If you wake up during it, just stay quiet or else he’ll be too embarrassed and you won’t hear him silent trying to say your name while not waking you up

》 The noises are kinda cute uwu

[ e — erogenous (what’s their sensitive spot that makes him putty in your hands?) ]

》 His cheeks

》 ASS CHEEKS AY YOO

》 No, just kidding

》 He really likes it when you cup his face in your hands

》 The warmth of your hands just comfort him so much

》 With melt further into your hands when you do it

[ f — favourite position ]

》 Either cockwarming or fucking your while spooning

》 He’s a sweet lover and cockwarming is just a more intimate version of spooning

》 Cockwarming often ends up with him fucking you because it kinda gets uncomfortable

》 And as your pussy just squeezes are him, he can’t help it

[ g — goofy (are they more serious in bed or more likely to laugh?) ]

》 NEITHER

》 HE’S MORE LOVING IN BED

》 But if it had to be one

》 It would be more goofy

》 I don’t think he’ll be very serious and just wants to love you

[ h — hair (how well are they groomed? do they like it when you pull their hair?) ]

》 I don’t think he would really clean himself

》 He may be an amazing lover but he can be lazy

》 Sometimes he forgets to trim and it might get a bit long whOOPs

》 Running your hands through his hair soothes him but like also turns him on LOL

》 He likes a little tug but not too much cuz it hurts :(

[ i — intimacy (how intimate are they? how long into the relationship does it take for them to want to get intimate?) ]

》 Very intimate right off the bat

》 As soon as you too get into a relationship, will be all over you

》 If you aren’t ready yet, of course he won’t push you

》 But he will be really touchy 0.0

[ j — jerk off (when would they masturbate?) ]

》 Ah, sweet babey needs to relieve himself

》 It would probably be at night time when no one can catch him in the act LMAO

》 He gets embarrassed so he will have to do it when no one is awake or not at home

[ k — kinks (do they have any kinks?) ]

》 I don’t think Suga is a very kinky man

》 Maybe a bit of bondage here and there to tie your hands or something

》 But either than that, I don’t think he really has any

》 I think of him as a switch as well so there’s no dom or sub to him

[ l — location (where do they like to fuck? favourite place? how open are they to the public?) ]

》 The couch of the bed

》 Like I said,

》 He gets embarrassed so fucking belongs in the bedroom or somewhere you two are just alone together

[ m — motivation (what drives them in sex?) ]

》 When you say his name

》 The noises he makes

》 Even the scratching and shaking can turn him on as well

》 They all tell him that he’s doing a good job making you feel good

》 And if you are feeling good, then he’s feeling good

[ n — NOs (what are their turnoffs?) ]

》 Anything that involves impaling the skin

》 Not even spanking

》 I don’t think he can handle the fact that he hurt you and will not be comfortable with it

[ o — oral (do they like giving it? do they like receiving it?) ]

》 HE LOVES TO GIVE IT

》 Loves being able to make you squirm and moves to the movement of his tongue

》 Sometimes even loves seeing the tears and hearing the whines when he stops and edges you

[ p — pace (how fast are they? how rough are they? how considerate are they of their partner?) ]

》 He is mostly really gentle and loving during sex

》 But when you want it rough

》 He can give it to you rough ;)

》 Slow, sensual sex is his go-to though

》 Rough, steamy sex is only for when he’s really into the role and the mood is right

[ q — quickies (do they enjoy them? where is their favourite place to have a quickie?) ]

》 I don’t really see him doing any quickies

》 He takes his time in bed

》 Loves to make it last

》 So quickies are not very common

[ r — risk (are they open to new experiences?) ]

》 It’s really up to you

》 If you want to try something new he would be down

》 As long as he’s comfortable with everything you ask him to, he will happily go along with it

[ s — stamina (how many rounds can they go? how long can they last?) ]

》 Not that long to be honest

》 I mean he’s pretty decent

》 But doesn’t have hulk-like stamina that ushijima or bokuto has

》 He can probably last 1 maybeee 2 if you stretch it

[ t — toys (do they use them? do they enjoy using them? what is their favourite toy?) ]

》 Nah nah

》 This bb is vanilla

》 Loves a good old cock in pussy action

》 He wants to be able to make you feel good by his own power so he would avoid using any toys

[ u — unfair (how much do they tease you?) ]

》 Suga can tease quite a bit

》 Like he might not look like it, but he’s kinda a little shit

》 Will edge you and wait for the gasps and water-works until he’s satisfied with how much you are babbling his name

》 Since he might not last long, he will make sure that you will feel good for a lot longer than what his dick can do

[ v — volume (how loud are they?) ]

》 Suga is vocalllll

》 He will say your name, moan, grunt, groan

》 You name it

》 He does it

》 He can’t help it so don’t tease him

》 Babyyy get’s embarrassedd

[ w — wild card (know something about them) ]

》 I take him as a strawberry eater

》 Chocolate covered strawberries

》 Right before sex

》 Perfect

[ x — x-ray (how would they look like without their clothes on?) ]

》 Suga is fit, but not jacked

》 He’s got a slim build and not too too muscly

》 He’s more on the smaller and skinner end of the ruler

[ y — yearning (how high is their sex drive? how often do they think about sex?) ]

》 I doubt his sex drive is high but his love drive is high

》 LOL will never pass up a chance to give you love

》 Even if it leads to sex, it will be the sweet loving type

[ z — zzz (how quick are they to fall asleep afterwards?) ]

》 He will take all the time in the world to make sure you are feeling great and loved

》 If you have the slightest look of uncomfortable on your face, he’s up and asking questions

》 After everything, will fall asleep with you in his arms

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docbe · 5 years ago

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My roommate’s already going a little stir crazy, so in case anyone else might find them helpful, here are some tips for staying at home/quarantine from someone with garbagebrain who’s spent a p significant time in unmonitored, unstructured situations:

Stretch often. Seems like a tip that everyone probably heard, but I don’t mean do yoga every morning (tho that’s good if you can manage it!). You aren’t in public, you don’t have to adhere to social mannerism as much--roll on the floor. Flop around. Lay down with your legs straight on the wall. Movement is important, and if you have trouble with regular exercise, at least give into any temptation to ragdoll yourself around your room, as that’ll still help

Get as much sunlight as possible. Another common one, but as someone who, after a decade of trying, still doesn’t feel healthy or good or productive if I have to regularly wake up before 9, I don’t mean it in a “don’t be a nightdwelling cave creature” way. Get a vitamin D supplement and try to let in as much light as you can, when you can. I found that eating the first meal of the day near a window helps

Find reasons to talk to people. Video games are great for this--friends are easier to keep in contact with if you have a common activity to rally behind. Might be a good time to start a new Stardew Valley farm. If that’s not your style, maybe try to video call people more often--maybe while doing something boring, like cooking or chores. If that’s not your thing, or if you don’t feel like you have people to talk to, try engaging in a community--something like Twitch can be great, if you can find a positive streamer, because that sort of interaction may still give you a sense of social closeness and togetherness

Keep your space clear. This one’s a hard one, but also sometimes the biggest difference between feeling like shit and feeling okay in your space. I say clear instead of “organized” or “clean” because those things mean different things to different people--the key is that you want to feel control and ownership. Sometimes it helps to start by getting rid of knick-knacky things that don’t really mean anything to you--a lot of people get trapped in the mindset of “I own it, so it’s mine, so it’s important, so I have to keep it,” but sometimes that just clogs up your ability to see what is meaningful to you. Marie Kondo that shit. Here’s a few questions to ask yourself: If this item got misplaced, would I realize? Would I miss it? Would I even notice it was gone? If not, would there be something that reminded me of it later that would prompt me to look for it? If you find that you only have it because you have it, and it doesn’t really hold any value beyond the fact that you have it, then maybe it would be best to donate it. The less stuff you have in your space, the easier it is to keep it open and clean, and the easier it is for that space to feel like something you control, and something that’s yours. If you have to spend a lot of time in that space, that can make a huge, huge difference on your mental state. I had a period of time where I had a day each week on which I cleaned, at least just a little bit, because I was not doing well in the brainspace and it was one of my not-falling-apart procedures. It made a big difference, even if all I did was sweep the floor. You’re going to be in that space a lot--try to curate it into something that feels good to be in

Plan a project. You can start it, too, but I say "plan” because it doesn’t have to go anywhere--the key is not to be productive, but to be Excited! It’s only got to mean something to you, and it doesn’t have to go anywhere. It could be an artwork, a story, or even just some plot--my friends and I spent a lot of time in high school making plans for dream houses with spires and secret rooms and apocalypse defenses, and it was nothing but fun. Be indulgent, and do it 100% for yourself, and fuck publish-culture that makes you feel if it’s not getting likes on social media, it’s not worth doing.

Drink water. Eat a vegetable

#in hindsight these are p much just mental health tips but they really come in handy when you dont see ppl face to face #like theyre important normally but they become p dang important when youre stuck in your room all day #long post #mental health

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scowlowl · 4 years ago

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Hi c: I remember a post, I think it was from you, about long covid and getting it? Was that you? A friend of mine is struggling and I was wondering if you had any advice about what she can do :< Thank you!!

Oh no, I hope your friend feels better soon! That might have been me, I think I posted about it here a few times and there have definitely been twitter threads.

Standard disclaimer stuff: I am not a doctor. What I found helped me might not help someone else. Long covid is kind of fucked up to deal with because it seems to hit everyone in different ways, in different areas, and months later something that wasn't a problem before can suddenly become one. The long haul groups talk about it as something that feels like it moves around the body, like a total shit gremlin.

The thing that helped me the most initially was joining the facebook groups with other people figuring shit out. This was back April/May for me but they're still very active and full of people sharing resources.

Survivor Corps is I think the big one and they've been the ones reaching out to media and doctors to try to gain some recognition with the medical community initially (as far as I know, all kind of a blur tbh). There's also a long covid group here, and if your friend searches for like, long covid + the country they're in there are usually more local/regional ones for resources closer to home too.

Because we don't really know what specific mechanism is triggering a lot of the long covid stuff yet, most of us are just treating symptoms. Some people have been diagnosed with mast cell activation syndrome (MCAS) and I don't know diddly squat about that but it might be something for your friend to look into. My whole thing has been inflammation and my immune system basically attacking itself because immune systems are both very complex and compellingly fucking stupid. Not to victim blame the immune system or anything.

What helped me depended on what was going wrong at the time, obv, but it means it's a long list.

This is just going to be a brain dump, sorry.

- I never had pneumonia. Mine started in my throat, probably damaged my vocal chords, but never turned into pneumonia. I still had shortness of breath, pressure in my chest, and my oxygen levels dropped. I could breathe but with great difficulty and described it to the EMTs as "breathing is like work." It took all of my energy and focus to breathe in enough. If you are that this point, ever, like, literally fucking ever, call an ambulance.

- Tylenol for a fever.

- Blood thinners if necessary, I never had any but we know now that a lot of problems are blood clot-related. Tbqh my blood is more thin now than anything but I always had anemia and some sort of “your blood is too small actually?” problem and we don’t know why. I just bleed a lot and bruise easier now.

- If they try to tell you it's anxiety or in your head or you're not that bed, tell them to go fuck themselves and go to the hospital. Get tested if you can. A lot of the problems long haulers ran into was that we got sick before tests were available, or we were talked into staying home by the emergency workers, and we never got tested. This opens the doors for doctors to tell you it's all in your head, psychological, anxiety, allergies, etc. Just. Go when you first feel sick if at all possible. Get tested before it turns into long covid.

- I was not sure in the beginning what "shortness of breath" or "pressure" actually felt like, and it made me delay calling for an ambulance for a few days as well. For me, it felt like there was an elastic band of pressure around my lungs. I couldn't fully inhale. My diaphragm was fucked in ways I still don't understand. My lungs also felt heavy, like there was a weight on them or like my lungs themselves were too stiff to inhale. That all counts as pressure/tightness/shortness of breath. So does air hunger, or feeling like you want to be swallowing air.

- I know I'm being super obvious but seriously shortly before I got sicker, I hit up twitter to ask what "pressure" was supposed to feel like because I couldn't tell if what I had "counted."

- Breathing: lying on my stomach with my chest propped up by pillow, in bed helped. So did pursed lip breathing: here.

- I was prescribed salbutamol initially, which did help with the worst of the wheezing and opened up some of my lungs so I could breathe easier. When I went to the ER again a couple months later, they gave me like 5x the usual dose and sent me home.

- I'm also taking Flovent/fluticasone twice a day for asthma maintenance.

- Histamines are a problem for a lot of people. Some develop a histamine intolerance, which can be helped by eating a low histamine diet.

- Antihistamines helped me the most. I was taking Allegra-D daily. Pepcid AC also helps, because it targets a different kind of histamine. There was such a run on Pepcid when this started that it was actually impossible to find in my area and I had to order some online.

- I was recently prescribed Singulair and it has been life-changing this past week or so. As far as I know it's not really an antihistamine but blocks/inhibits a particular receptor involved in inflammation that comes into play when allergies do.

- Electrolytes. I don't know why, but my electrolytes are permanently fucked and too low now. If I don't go through like a litre of gatorade a day (or whatever, pick your brand of supplements), I am even more tired and brain foggy than usual. Helps a lot.

- Inflammation is a major problem all around. Sometimes I go for the naproxen or advil and it will help any really major acute flare-up now (like, I can feel when my gallbladder is getting inflamed and about to spasm and I can cut it off sort of), but mostly it's also daily maintenance. I take cucurmin and black pepper daily.

- Other supplements: vitamins A & D, a multivitamin, NAC.

- CBD oil. This worked wonders for me for a lot of the side-effects of covid, costochondritis and shingles pain especially.

- Diet. I mentioned the low histamine one above. Other people have had some success with a low inflammation diet. Some folks also have so many GI problems that they basically ate chicken and rice and slowly reintroduced foods to see what would trigger something. I appear to get super fucked by nightshades now, e.g. Alcohol is an absolute no. I had to cut caffeine for months because of my heart. (No caffeine/alcohol/red meat was my doctor's first and best advice for heart stuff at the time.)

- Speaking of the heart stuff, if your friend is dealing with that: electrolytes again. I have pedialyte freezies that I would suck on whenever heart palpitations started and it helped calm it down some. My heart was so, so fucked for months that whenever I ate or stood up or sat down it would hit like 140bpm and I had to spend an hour moving as little as possible or I'd just about pass out. There are a LOT of long-haulers now dealing with POTS and I can't really speak to what helps that in particular but if your heart is messing up at all: call a doctor. I still don't know how damaged my heart is from all of this because doctors and wait lists, etc. Get a jump on that.

- Insomnia was absolutely the worst I’ve ever had and I’ve had lifelong, “I’m awake for three days wee” insomnia. The Singulair knocks me right out at night, so that's a bonus, but there has not been a single night since getting sick where I didn't have to take something to help me sleep. I was on Zopiclone before getting sick, at least, but seriously talk to someone about insomnia if necessary. The sleep deprivation alone was making so many things worse.

- Brain fog? Brain fog. I don't have any or many answers for this. My short-term memory is wrecked and usually I'll remember something 2 weeks later, so I live my life on a 2-week lag now.

- Related to brain fog, fatigue. Don't fuck with it. Do not. Chronic Fatigue and Myalgic encephalomyelitis are both brought up often with long covid. I am dealing with it but don't know what to say about it yet because I haven't had a single doctor give a shit thus far. I've spoken to a relative who's an occupational therapist about it and her most helpful advice was about "energy envelopes," which is basically spoon theory. If you feel tired: stop. If you don't, or if you try to push through, we relapse hard and fast and you can pay for one day of walking 10 minutes too long with weeks of being stuck in bed. It's miserable. It will take longer to get back to normal. Some of us can exercise and feel amazing after; others are exercise intolerant and it wrecks them. (I feel best after like, 10 minutes of walking and sunshine right now, which is after months and months of being bedridden.)

- Treat mental exertion the same as physical. Doctors told me to drink Gatorade after mental work because it's still work, and it has helped a lot for whatever reason. It also helps to work on one thing at a time, take a break, switch gears, take a break, etc. I can't multitask anymore anyway.

- Eliminate whatever stressors you can. Stress will make everything worse.

- It comes and goes. Every relapse was a bit shorter and a bit easier for me, so that now when I fuck up it's like 2-3 days instead of weeks, but it's a rollercoaster.

- It can be random as hell. For about two months my gallbladder just decided to up and die, basically, and we were talking about having it removed. And then it was fine. Hasn't bugged me again lately. I know I said it's symptom management, but it's also like... symptom chasing and trying to figure out what's happening every time the sun rises. This is also exhausting. Everything is exhausting.

- Brain shit. Some of us have serious trouble reading. Sentences swim together. Letters wouldn't turn into words. I took this as a Challenge and started reading children's books and then Animorphs again, like... slowly, as much as I could do without pushing it, and it's still not perfect or great but it was an okay place to start. Honestly the hardest part was the embarrassment and going from a PhD program to reading kids books, but. Do what you have to. Do what you can.

- Sticky notes and labelling things around the house so I could see them when I needed them. I am not fucking around when I say brain fog. I can open the fridge, know I have milk, know it is in the door, and literally not see it to find it. I will put the cream in the dishwasher. I will spin in circles in the kitchen remembering and forgetting and remembering why I’m there again. Sticky notes. Also: journals, index cards, write literally everything down if you need to remember something. Put it somewhere obvious. I like writing on the bathroom mirror for the important shit. (Don’t use lipstick.)

- Unsurprisingly, a lot of us are struggling with anxiety and depression. Don't let doctors get it backward: it's not anxiety making us sick, it's being sick and ignored and fighting to be helped that's making our mental health worse. So many doctors tell us it's all in our head. I did not move across the country because I was too sick to take care of myself because of ~allergies~ or ~anxiety.~ Fuck off.

- So, so many people report that they relapse whenever they menstruate so if your friend is in that group, they might want to prepare to feel like fucking trash every 4 weeks no matter what they do. I don’t have any advice on this one, I’m sorry. There are a lot of people discussing it in the FB groups, though, and those are searchable for symptoms.

- So... a tl;dr list of things that might help: anti-inflammatory diets, anti-histamine diets, pepcid AC, allegra or other allergy meds, vitamin A/D/E, multivitamins, electrolytes and gatorade, albuterol, fluticasone, zopiclone (or anything that helps with sleep), CBD oil, singulair, anti-nausea meds (buscopan), muscle relaxants (spasming gallbladder). Rest, so much rest, do not fuck with The Rest if you can help it. I also encourage just getting high and edibles as much as you can because it sure helped me chill out big time and I think was a big factor in my recovery, at least as far as helping me calm down and helping my heart were concerned.

- The actual most helpful part outside of what to take or do was other people. Friends would go out and get me things when I could not, including like, cat food deliveries and all. I had co-workers ready to step in to take over my work on days I could not. I had friends calling doctors because I was too tired to fight them or self-advocate. I don't think it's an exaggeration to say they helped save my idiot life this year. Literally. It's a lot to ask of anyone but it's also that level of support that some of us need, and there shouldn't be any shame in it. (I still feel bad about it anyway but what are you gonna do.)

Depending on where you live, some places are setting up long-haul covid clinics to help people. Reports are mixed: some demand you had a positive test even if you were sick before tests were available. Some people are getting a lot of help regardless. Some are being sent home and told not to come back anyway. It’s kind of a gamble right now but either way, there’s at least some medical recognition making headway now so my fingers are crossed.

Anyway you basically sound like a good bean and your friend is lucky to have you asking around. I have absolutely forgotten something at some point in here because, well, brain fog and no memory, but if you have any questions or want something clarified please just ask. Stay safe!

#replies #covid-19 #long-haul covid #long post #looooooooong

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furbyfubar · 5 years ago

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How's Sweden? 🇪🇺🇸🇪❤️

In what context? Do you mean for the country as a whole or what? Big question...

Never mind, I get few enough asks here that I can give you a more comprehensive answer. I'll use it as an excuse to take stock of my personal trends against those of my country? Sorry not sorry for the incoming wall of text. Note, this is why you shouldn't say "How do you do?" to anyone from Sweden; we're tragically likely to give you an honest answer!

Weather for Sweden: You're UK based, so lets go by stereotypes and start with talking about the weather I suppose? It's winter, so the weather here is *usually* quickly summed up as "dark". Right now Sweden has between ~7 hours 15 minutes of time between sun up and sun down in the far south of Sweden, and "fuck you" minutes of sun on the far north, where it's currently polar night until about two weeks into January. On top the normal lack of sun, Sweden got an early Autumn this year and had less actually sunny days than usual in October and November due to clouds. So yeah, vitamin D deficiency for about 25% of the population according to my doctor. And many of the ones avoiding a deficiency are doing it by eating supplements. On a longer time scale, ”climate” not “weather”... Yeah, we’ve been having heat records broken and all that shit here the past few years as as well while having some winters be worse due to the Gulf stream being messed up..

Rating: 3.5/10 – It sucks, but it's not much worse than the expected level of suckiness?Weather for me personally: I'm based in Stockholm and we're currently at 6½h of sun up time per day, but like I said, it’s been cloudy. Not so cold so far though. The problem for me personally is that when the sun goes down at 14:52 I often miss out on the sun completely due to my fucked up sleeping patterns. Or the sun is up but covered while I’m going to work and that's it for sunlight that day. I'd likely suffer from winter depression if only I could separate it from my normal depression. We’ve had some snow that stays on the ground, but we’re somewhat surprisingly not in the hell that is streets filled with snow-water slosh yet.

Rating: 3.5/10 – I don’t think the weather sucks more or less for me than it does for the country on average. (Places north of the polar circle excluded; I would really no be able to stand months of polar night.)

Health for Sweden: Sweden made #6 on the Bloomberg 2019 Healthiest Country Index, up two positions from 2017. Up from a score of 88.92 to 90.24 out of 100, so apparently it's not just other countries having worse health, things have gotten a bit better here.Rating: 9.24/10 – Well, Bloomberg hopefully put a lot more effort into their score than I’ll ever do, so I’ll just re-scale and steal it.

Health for me personally: I had to basically skip a year due depression and exhaustion. Not being able to work due to a non-functioning brain obviously sucks, but to bring this back to how Sweden is: Being able to be on sick leave for almost a year and thus being able to focus on getting medication that works for me and not being worried about getting evicted for not making rent is a blessing. I'm back to working part time since October while still on sick leave for 50%, trying to ease me back in to the productive work force. So far going well. If I’d been forced to somehow work or starve, or live off my parents or something instead, I’m pretty sure I’d either be much deeper in depression right now, or be dead. I’ve still not really found meds that work great for me, but I'm feeling much better than I was a year ago.

Rating: 3/10 – I'm as optimistic as a clinically depressed person gets to be.

Status politically for Sweden (as I see it personally): It's getting more fucked by the day. The Moderate party just broke their campaign promise to not cooperate with the Sweden Democrats, a party born from neo-Nazi and white power movements. For UK context, think of the British National Party. Now imagine them going from a fringe group in the '90s to getting 20% of the votes in recent polls. They've been doing this all while having a whole bunch of scandals that would've hurt or killed the credibility of any non-fascist party. They're racist, homo- and transphobic, and operate their own alternative media that have ties to Russian disinformation efforts. So yeah, as a gay guy who's seen the inside of a few history books: Outlook not great.

Rating: 2/10 – If only because it can still get worse. Think first act of Cabaret.

Love life for Sweden: Hmm, check in on satwcomic.com I suppose?

Love life for me personally: Yes please? I've been single for longer than I'm willing to admit. I've barely dated anyone for ages due to my aforementioned depression making me not feel like someone worth dating. Also, there's some types of vitamin D deficiencies that eating supplements won't cure...

Rating: I really don't want to put a number on this so I won’t. Honestly, graphing out my love life numerically doesn't sound all that productive. But somewhere at the edge of the Bell curve is the guy for me?

Economically for Sweden: Sweden's been in a upward business cycle since 2016, but it's ebbing out and is expected to be balanced sometime next real. Ie, things have been good, but things aren't quite yet bad. Rating: 5.5/10 – I suppose? Not really my area of expertise.

Economically for me personally: Not complaining at all on this front. I got an IT job four years ago after having worked part time in retail for a bunch of years and having been a student before that. I've managed to not raise my monthly expenses even nearly as much as my pay went up. So while I’m not wealthy, I'm still surprised by being able to have a savings account that grows steadily and still having more spending money over each month.

My rating: 8/10 – This quote by Charles Dickens comes to mind: “Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure nineteen six, result happiness. Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure twenty pound ought and six, result misery.”

Social life in Sweden: According to this article I just Googled up from half remembering reading in 2015, “The expat quality of life survey" published by HSBC, Sweden was the worst country for the category "Making friends". Looking at the data on HSBC's website we're apparently no longer dead last as a place to be making friends, we're now 31st out of the 33 countries listed, with Japan at 32nd place and Saudi Arabia last at 33rd. The United Kingdom is at 29th.

It is close to impossible to make friends here by talking to random strangers in most situations, as only weird people talk to strangers. Of course that mentality is self-fulfilling since if you assume any stranger talking to you is weird, drunk, or high, you will not want to make friends with strangers that talk to you, and you won't want to talk to strangers more than you have to or risk being branded weird. Even striking up random conversations at a pub will be more difficult here.

But don’t despair, there’s a trick! Find the few social situations where Swedes want to talk to people they don't know: This is done by joining some organization or club of some sort. It doesn't really matter if it's a board gaming group, a student group, doing volunteer work for the local Pride or some other NPO or if it's a club for people who really like a certain breed of dogs. Once we've decided that we're among our own kind of people (and I don't mean "other Swedes") we'll happily talk to strangers, and not only about subjects related to that specific organization. Step two is converting them to be your friends and not just some randos you can talk to at some club meeting. I’m sad to say that traditionally this is done with alcohol, either by dragging people along to a pub/bar, or by inviting them or being invited by them to some sort of party. Without alcohol the fallback is fika. If the organization you’ve joined is something that you will naturally be spending time doing outside of the organization or club meetings that’s also ideal. Once you’ve invited or been invited to a few things outside of the organization it’s not strange to invite them to other social things than what the organization cares about.

For fairness to anyone reading this that didn’t read the article: I should probably also mention that the same HSBC study had Sweden as the top country in Europe for “overall quality of life” for expats here. And third best in the world, just behind Singapore and New Zealand in the same category. "Swedes make great friends but terrible strangers”.

My rating for making friends in Sweden is : 3/10 - Join a club, any club.

Social life for me personally: I have a few great close friends and a bunch more not quite as close friends who are also great. Come to think of it, many of them I've met through one of the three different organizations I've been most active in, and most of the rest I met through those friends. I'm really thankful for having friends who are still around even after I've spent way too much time feeling too bad to be very social or friendly at all.

My rating of my friends: 10/10 - No, I'm not biased.OK, so let’s average those numbers up and pretend the averages mean something!

Sweden: 5.81Me: 6.63Wait what? I’m winning?

#personal #depression #Sweden #Stockholm

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beckiboos · 6 years ago

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Seasonal Acne

Ok I’m making this post because literally there’s barely any info for this type of acne (the one I had) and of this post just helps one person go

“Oh that’s me!”

Then I figure it’s worth it.

This is going to be a long post so I’ll post the rest under the cut.

So what is seasonal acne? Well as the title suggests it’s acne that only appears in winter or summer the rest of the year your skin is relatively normal and then there’s THAT season where your skin goes INSANE. It’s bumpy, red, sore and THE ITCHING. Oh god THE ITCHING. I have had acne in winter, EVERY WINTER for I dunno... 6 years or so? Every October/ November it would flare up and wouldn’t calm down again until April/May. I would do what every person does, I went to the doctor (who didn’t listen when I said its only in winter) they prescribe shit, it doesn’t work, in fact it gets WORSE, but then it goes away on its own, so you figure it EVENTUALLY worked right? They say it gets worse before it gets better? You try every cream, supplement under the sun and nothing seems to make a difference.

Except this year. It’s currently February normally I would be in hell right now, this would normally be the worse part of winter for me but my skin is looking clearer than It has since I was a teenager. (Ironically when my skin was at its best)

So here I’m going to tell you how I cleared my winter acne. (Sorry if yours is the summer one but I think it’s the opposite of the winter one and more similar to regular acne skin) but luckily seasonal acne is the easiest to treat and there’s no worse before it gets better, it will just start healing so that’s good right? No horrible PURGE. (Gah I hate that)

Luckily for you I’m not going to suggest any over the top expenditure (ok there’s one but it’s NOT essential), in fact the most expensive item that’s essential, you may already have.

So why am I getting acne in winter?

Ok despite everything you have ever read about acne, winter acnes MAIN problem is... your skin is dry. You heard me, DRY. In fact it’s PARCHED. In winter the central heating kicks in, harsh weather attacks your face and you start taking hotter baths and showers. Not good for your skin! So all those drying acne products? Ain’t gonna work for you, it’s going to make IT WORSE. Seriously, even if your doctor prescribed it, don’t use the drying creams (I wouldn’t normally recommend NOT listening to your doctor, but in this instance I would, doctors just hear ACNE and prescribe these drying, peeling creams and acids and it’s WAY too harsh for seasonal acne, I’m not sure most GP’s are even aware of seasonal acne, they won’t know the difference, the stuff my doctor prescribed literally burned my skin) so back away from those drying and harsh chemicals. I’m going to tell you the things you DO need.

Vitamins

Specifically the most important for seasonal acne is vitamin D, in winter you may live in a place (like me) that doesn’t get enough sunlight in winter so you won’t absorb any vitamin D in the winter months from being outdoors, even if you don’t have seasonal acne I would recommend everyone take a vitamin D tablet in winter months if you live in a sunless country. I suggest a good D3 vitamin. A good multivitamin and zinc tablets are a must for any acne prone skin too as acne prone skin lacks zinc and other vitamins, chances are if you’ve been trying to help your acne you’re already doing this.

A humidifier

I’m afraid this is one of those “must haves” for seasonal acne, one for your bedroom and have it running at night while you sleep, your skin WILL THANK YOU for the extra moisture, I use a essential oil diffuser and just run water through it, they are about £22 on Amazon, silent and if I forget to run it at night, I can literally see it on my skin the next day, it will look dull and dry. If you already have one I suggest you go and get this plugged in and start pumping out that much needed moisture!

Ponds cold cream

Omg THIS STUFF is AMAZING. Make sure you get this green one NOT the pink one. I can’t get over this product it’s SO GOOD. This cleanser I can’t live without I will use it FOREVER. It’s about £9 for a giant tub (I get 3 for £20 on Amazon, sorry you can’t get it in stores in the UK, Amazon is your best bet) and it’s an incredibly moisturising cleanser, for parched skin this is a MUST. I got my sisters onto it too because it’s so gentle as well you can put this on your eyes to take off makeup and it doesn’t sting your eyes at all. It’s also good to use as a mask and hand cream... honestly for people with dry skin this is a holy grail item.

A good moisturiser

This is just the one I use, I love The Ordinary products they are so cheap! But really any good moisturiser that your skin likes will do, try and get one with HA (hydrochloric acid) for deep moisture. (Remember your skin is DRY, stay AWAY, from acne moisturisers I’m telling you)

Extra moisture

Amino acids + B5 £5.90

Another The Ordinary product for you this is just an extra boost of moisture for my skin, I really like it, this has really helped speed up the healing of my skin (and has been great for hyperpigmentation too) I wouldn’t say this is an essential product but I really like it.

A good exfoliant

Gotta slip off those dead skin cells!

Dry skin = flakey skin = blocked pores = acne

Try and get one without those plastic beads though, they are bad for the environment. I use this apricot scrub once a week. (Don’t use more than twice a week, you’re just going to hurt your skin)

Acne dots

This is the only spot treatment I actually DO recommend, especially in the beginning when you change your skincare routine (I used these in the beginning for a few weeks but I don’t need them anymore) see I don’t like the gels and spot treatments because it seemed to cause more spots around the ones I was trying to heal, so I liked these little overnight patches so then you ONLY target the spot (and not attacking all your skin) your spots reduce in size by the morning and they aren’t super drying, there’s lots of different brands out there, but they‘re basically all the same.

The luxury item (it’s gonna get weird)

Now this is a light therapy machine, I bought this a few years ago in an attempt to cure my acne and found it... lacking. See my skin was still super dry so when I used to use this on my sore and bumpy skin it seems to aggravate my acne and I would have fresh spots every morning so I stopped using it (after being £250 out of pocket I was disappointed) my problem as well I couldn’t find anything to USE with it, moisturisers absorbed too fast, I tried to use oil and my skin HATED THAT. But I have had it a couple years now and I thought I should try and give it a whirl again now I figured out my acne... but I didnt want to order the companies “special” gel, it’s expensive and takes a while to arrive from Singapore and then I had a thought... a WEIRD thought admittedly but what I needed was lube. You heard me. LUBE. You need something on your face there’s going to keep the machine gliding over it, it needs to be water based... so I ordered my first bottle of lube (called Lubido if you can believe😂) and tried it... it was amazing. I’m not kidding you my skin GLOWS the next day after lubing my face and using this in the blue light (acne light for killing bacteria) the machine seems to drive the moisture deep in the skin, I try and do this every night but it’s helped my skin sooooo much and now I can use the yellow light to help the scarring. So this item I wouldn’t say is essential for seasonal acne as it’s very expensive but it’s helped my skin a lot (now I’m using it correctly) have a look around I’m sure there’s cheaper ones now than when I ordered mine.

Love and Affection

Well maybe not literally but this is just a reminder that you are looking after your skin not punishing it. I can't tell you how many set backs I had in figuring out seasonal acne because an “expert” or some spa lady told me. “No, stop moisturising your skin so much you need tea tree oil” or that I need to “dry out” the acne. NO. thats not how seasonal acne works. Its not a one acne fits all. Dry skin can cause acne just like oily skin can. In fact your skin may become oily because its dry. So put down the tea tree oil, go get a moisturising mask, and treat your skin kindly. PAMPER THY SELF BITCH.

So there you have it, my little guide to saving winter seasonal acne skin (and my little reminder of what I use for when next winter comes around) it will take a few weeks for you to really start seeing the results (remember it takes 4 weeks for any skin care change to start taking affect and also it takes this long for the vitamins to start taking real effect too) honestly you will feel it befor you see it, because your skin will be super soft (and it was all rough, clogged and bumpy and sore before) I hope this helps someone, wish I had seen a post like this years ago so I would have figured out my acne wasn’t like ordinary acne and saved myself a lot of pain but hopefully I can help someone else who was wondering why their acne seems to flare up over and over again.

#acne #spots #seasonal acne #winter acne #skin #skincare #acne routine #cure acne #adult acne

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needdl · 6 years ago

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Newlyweds are Exhausting to be Around, and Other Such Trials

“Neji and Tenten get engaged, get hitched, and get sappy.

Their friends are not enjoying it.”

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Kiba wasn’t sure exactly how it happened, but somehow he had become… drinking bros with Neji.

Yeah, it was weird.

Somewhere along the line of him being Hinata’s friend, and Neji being Naruto’s friend, they had interacted enough that now they sometimes got drinks, just the two of them. As, like, friends and shit.

Which was super weird, because frankly Kiba had kind of always figured he’d get along better with Tenten than Neji. But it turned out Tenten had a low tolerance for the dumb shit he got up to and after a while they’d grate on each other’s nerves. Kiba still wasn’t sure how Lee figured into that equation, because Lee did dumb shit all the time and he and Tenten were besties. Maybe Lee’s irrepressible energy and positive attitude balanced it out.

Whatever.

So now he was genuinely friends with Neji- and he liked the guy too, which was the weirdest part of this… weird equation. He thought Neji was funny, and not just when they were both drunk. Neji had a very dry, sometimes scathing sense of humor, and when he chose to utilize it, Kiba was left reeling.

So sometimes he’d text Neji, or vice versa, and the two of them would meet up at Kiba’s favorite bar and get drinks and sometimes food, and hang out.

Kiba was admittedly a little distracted at this particular meet up, because the Konoha Shinobi were playing a game on TV- but hey, home team! Gotta support your city.

Kiba was watching the TV and nodding along to whatever Neji was saying- work, lawyer stuff, intellectual property this, marrying Tenten that- YO.

He whipped back around to face Neji, beer splashing out of his glass and dribbling over his fingers. He took no notice of it, too busy gaping incredulously at Neji.

For his part, Neji looked smug but also a little apprehensive. Kiba cleared his throat.

“So- like- like- proposing?”

“Yes,” Neji said dryly.

“So- so- you have like, like a ring or whatever-?”

Neji pulled a small velvet box out of his coat pocket, and Kiba had seen enough rom-coms to know what that was.

“You- you’re gonna propose- Tenten-”

Neji was smiling down at the box. “Yes.”

Kiba stared at him for a few more seconds, then collapsed against the back of his seat. “Man, you can’t just throw this on me on a goddamn Thursday night!”

Beautiful wedding, Ino mused to herself. Really, just gorgeous. Classy, as any Hyuga wedding was, with elegant decorations in a beautiful venue.

Yep, yep. Gorgeous.

What wasn’t so nice was the best man getting drunk and crying into the appetizers. The other bridesmaids were far too delicate to deal with Lee, so Ino rolled up her sleeves (metaphorically, of course, her dress was a halter-top (and her decolletage was fire)) and hauled him to the bathroom to douse him in the sink.

She yanked Lee back out of the water by his hair, leaving him sputtering and flailing wildly. She put her mouth by his ear and snarled, “Are you sobered up, or are we gonna do it again?”

Lee made a series of indecipherable noises. Ino hitched her skirt back and declared, “Alright, round six-”

“Ino! I am fine!”

“THEN WHY ARE YOU CRYING, ROCK LEE.”

“I CRY ALL THE TIME IT IS JUST HOW I AM I FEEL EMOTIONS VERY INTENSELY AND I OWE IT TO MYSELF TO EXPRESS THEM I AM SORRY FOR YELLING.”

Ino groaned and let go of his hair. “Fine! Fine.” She shoved her finger in his face, and he went cross-eyed trying to watch it. “But of you keep being so loud and making a scene, I am going to rip your eyebrows right off your forehead!”

“No!” Lee clapped his hands over said eyebrows. “I just got them threaded!”

“You did?” Ino snapped her hand to his wrists, trying to see the brows. “But they’re still so bushy!”

Lee looked indignant. “I have thick eyebrows! On fleek!”

Ino threw her hands up in the air. “Fine! God. But my threat stands. No distracting from the bride and groom!”

He regarded her very somberly. “You are very intimidating.”

“Thank you.” They regarded each other for a moment, before Lee turned to the mirror and straightened out his tie and hair.

After a moment of staring into space, arms crossed and hip propped against the sink, Ino blurted, “But do you think I’m too intimidating?”

“Uh, what?” That was probably the most normal thing Lee had ever said.

“It’s- ugh, it’s- friggin’ Sai.”

“The artist you brought with you as your plus one? He is very handsome, although I am somewhat concerned over how pale he is. Do you know if he’s ever had a vitamin D deficiency? I brought supplements, and would be happy to provide-”

“Wait, wait.” Ino stared at him. “You brought- you brought vitamin D supplements to your best friends’...s… friends’s’s- the wedding of your two best friends?”

“Well, more than vitamin D, I have several nutritional supplements in my bag- of course, I did not bring it into the ceremony-”

“Why?”

“It would have been rude, and rather strange, to be holding a bag full of supplements and vitamins in a wedding ceremony.”

“No, of course I didn’t mean that, why did you bring them at all?”

“In case Neji or Tenten needed some! They are both very stressed out. Neji didn’t blink all of yesterday.”

“I- okay.” Ino raised her hands in surrender. “Props to you, for being such a spectacular best man.”

“Thank you!” Lee paused and carefully smoothed down his eyebrows. “Now, what is the matter with you and Sai?”

Ino waved her hand dismissively. “Oh that’s- that’s not important, we should get back to the reception-”

“Nonsense, Ino! You can tell me, and perhaps I can offer you helpful insight!”

She contemplated it, fingers tapping against the sink, then sighed. “Yeah, okay.”

“Splendid!”

“It’s just… I’ve known Sai as long as Neji and Tenten have been together, and I thought he felt the same way I did… but we’ve been “sort of” together for a year now and it’s always me taking the initiative and planning dates and just like, doing all of the emotional labor too-” She cut herself off and ground her teeth together. “I feel like he’s with me because it’s the path of least resistance.”

Lee nodded slowly. “I see.”

The stood in silence for a few moments, before Ino sagged against the wall and asked, “You’re with Gaara, how’d that happen? He’s not super emotive either, maybe it’s a similar situation.”

He tilted his head thoughtfully. “With me and Gaara… Gaara may not be emotive, but he is deeply contemplative, and he realized how he felt for me on his own and addressed it in a very straightforward way.”

Ino listened in silence. “I do not know Sai very well, but it seems to me that Sai does not acknowledge his emotions in the same manner, nor do you wait for other people to give you permission to do what you want.”

Ino shot him a quick glance, brows raised. Lee backtracked hastily. “I do not mean that in a bad way. In fact, as a woman in a STEM field, I think your drivenness has led to, to great success in your endeavours where you may otherwise not have been- uh, successful-”

Ino couldn’t help but laugh at his panic. “It’s okay, Lee. I’ve known I’m a boss-ass bitch my entire life.”

“Ah, yes. With regards to Sai, I think your control, paired with his- hm, I cannot think of a word-”

“Lack of emotion?”

“For lack of a better term at the moment, sure. You lead things, Ino, and Sai is used to that. It may be that he thinks you would not like him taking any initiative.”

“Huh.” Ino’s nails clinked against the sink. “That’s… that’s very insightful, Lee. Thank you.”

“Of course!”

They stood in silence for a moment. Ino’s nails on the marble were the only sound to fill the room.

“Control… heh.” Ino smirked a little.

Lee asked blithely, “Does Sai ever top, or are you always “in control”?”

Ino shrugged a shoulder elegantly, unfazed. “Well, if he’s been good.”

Neji and Tenten returned from their honeymoon relaxed, romantic, and way more handsy than was strictly necessary.

At least, that was Sakura’s opinion as she watched them make out in a public space for the second time in five minutes. With her seated right in front of them.

Are you serious? Right in front of my salad? She thought to herself, then patted herself on the back. So there, trainee who called her “out of the loop”. She was hip.

Hm. She sounded like Kakashi. Maybe she wasn’t so hip.

She looked up at her dining companions. They’d separated, thankfully, but were definitely sitting closer than they normally did. A few scootches closer and they’d be in each other’s laps.

And while Sakura was glad they’d had a good time on their honeymoon and were all in love and stuff, she wasn’t so glad about… all the kissing. Because she wanted to talk to her friends, and she couldn’t do that if their mouths were otherwise occupied.

Frankly, this was the behavior she expected from Ino, directed at a non-participative Sai. (Sai never responded to Ino’s public displays of affection, and it was hilarious to watch her get more and more amorous while Sai just… sat there.)

But hey. Newlyweds. It wasn’t something that Sakura could truly understand- yet, she promised herself, glaring at her bare ring finger. She’d get there, damn it.

Tenten always told him it was creepy, but Lee loved to watch the affection blossom between his two dearest friends.

He’d cried all through their rehearsal dinner, wept his way through the wedding, sobbed as he drove them to the airport for their honeymoon, howled as he picked them up again two weeks later, and now was whimpering into his sweatband as he watched them spar in the dojo.

They’d sparred there before, of course, as a couple and just as friends, but there was nothing quite like marriage to bring out fiery passion in combat.

Tenten pinned Neji to the mat, but it certainly wasn’t a normal sort of pin- she straddled his waist and twined her fingers with his to press his hands into the mat by his head. Lee could see numerous way for Neji to escape her hold, and was about to cheer him on when Tenten ducked her head down to kiss her husband.

Oh, Lee thought. I see.

After a moment of thought, he glanced back down at his Fitbit. The numbers clicked to twenty seconds, and he slapped his palm down on the floor with a loud bang and declared “Twenty second pin! Tenten wins the round!”

The couple tore apart and stared at him for a few seconds, before Neji whipped his head around and stared up at Tenten suspiciously. She muttered, “Oh, yeah, the spar,” before noticing his look and exclaiming, “What, you think that was a deliberate distraction?!”

Neji narrowed his eyes.

“In any case,” Lee said cheerfully, “That’s two of three for Tenten- she wins the match!”

Tenten threw her arms in the air and whooped, then shrieked and tucked her elbows protectively into her side as Neji reached up to prod his fingers into her ribs.

Hinata knocked on the door of her cousin’s home with some trepidation. Based on Sakura’s recount of the lunch she’d had with them earlier that week, she could expect her cousin and his lovely new wife to be quite… engrossed in one another.

Not that she disliked Neji, or Tenten. In fact, Tenten was quickly endearing herself to Hinata because she’d always seemed to want to get to know her better, not because Hinata was her significant other’s cousin, but because she genuinely liked her. Hinata was shy and stumbling and slow to form friendships, and Tenten’s straightforward but relaxed attitude was soothing to her.

But still, Hinata wasn’t looking forward to watching her lock lips with her cousin slash brother figure.

She steeled herself mentally as the door clicked open, preparing for- well, she wasn’t quite sure, but she was certainly expecting some form of- of debauchery.

The door opened and Tenten stood in the entrance, smiling warmly at Hinata and looking relatively un-debaucherous. She was dressed in worn sweatpants and a faded t-shirt, with a bandana over her hair and a streak of grime on her cheek.

“Hey Hinata! Sorry, we got caught up moving some stuff around and I forgot to get changed.”

“Oh, no, that’s alright,” Hinata responded, ever polite.

“Come on in! Neji’s preoccupied with being stupid and wrong, but I can make some tea-”

Neji’s voice called indignantly through the halls, “I’m not the one who thinks the sofa should against the back wall.”

“It’s better than wedging it in the corner, like some kind of idiot.” Tenten yelled back. She turned back to Hinata with a pleasant smile. “Tea?”

Hinata suppressed a giggle. “Th- that sounds lovely.”

She followed Tenten into the house. She’d visited the house a few times with them while they were first viewing it, and then again after they’d bought it. She had yet to see it with the two of them officially moved in- though by the sound of it, they weren’t quite completely settled.

(Something that she, Hanabi, and eventually their father had spent much time discussing was the fact that the couple bought a four bedroom house- the master, a guest bedroom downstairs, and two more in the upstairs.)

Tenten escorted her into the kitchen and grabbed the tea set as Hinata sat down at the table. Hinata recognized the tea set as the one she had gotten them for their engagement gift. The sight of the set made her beam- it was set out prominently and clearly used often. Neji, of course, liked tea very much, and though she had been slightly trepidatious that Tenten wouldn’t use it that apparently wasn’t the case.

The soft fall of footsteps behind her made Hinata turn, and she smiled at Neji as he entered the kitchen. He smiled back in greeting, condescendingly patting her head as he passed by her. Hinata stifled an eye roll. Brothers.

Neji stopped a few feet away from Tenten and folded his arms. “The couch is too short for the wall. We’re putting it in the corner.”

Tenten spun to face him and jostled the tea set, spilling hot water on her hands. She cursed and examined her fingers, scowling at Neji when he jerked towards her in alarm. “Couches can’t be too short for a wall. That’s nonsense. You’re full of nonsense.”

“Is your hand all right?”

“Your… hand is... all right. Shut up. I don’t know. Leave me alone.”

“Eloquent,” Neji said dryly, pushing past her and nudging her out of the way as he began preparing the tea. Tenten huffed and sat down across from Hinata at the table.

“So, Hinata, has your school year been off to a good start?”

Hinata had a brief but intense flashback to three weeks previous, when she’d made half of her second-hour class write letters to their parents explaining why they had failed a lab and had to go to the nurse’s office for burn treatment. “It’s… why did I decide to teach middle school?”

Tenten snorted. “Hell if I know. I could barely manage to TA for undergrads when I was getting my master’s.”

“You also have the patience of a wolverine,” Neji said, smoothly placing cups of finely-brewed tea in front of the two women. He took a seat next to Hinata with his own cup, and looked quite satisfied with himself after tasting it.

“I have plenty of patience. Don’t worry about it.”

“Believe me, I’m not worried. I’m not some poor undergraduate student, after all.”

“You-”

“Anyway, Hinata,” Neji smoothly turned to his cousin, leaving Tenten griping to herself behind him. “What happened to make you question your career choice so thoroughly?”

As Hinata departed not quite three hours later, she was gratified to realize that she hadn’t actually seen any overly expressive displays of affection between the two of them- in fact, nothing at all. Apparently the newlyweds were capable of toning it down.

Just out of the doorway, she realized she’d left her keys on the table, and turned back. Neji and Tenten had walked her to the door, and had turned around to walk back into the house once Hinata had reached the steps outside. Their position a few feet down the hallway gave Hinata a front row spot to watch her cousin grab Tenten’s bottom and squeeze.

As her soul left her body in mortification, Hinata frantically wondered if she really needed her car keys, or if she could just walk towards home until she passed out in the sidewalk.

Choji admittedly wasn’t very close to Tenten, or to Neji, but he was friends with both of them, and had listened to Neji drunkenly talk about marrying Tenten, and Tenten’s hair, and her eyes, and how she scrunched up her nose, for two hours straight at his bachelor’s party.

(Drunk Neji was highly unsettling- he enunciated perfectly and possessed fine motor functions, but he had no filter and would go for minutes on end without blinking. Sometimes he’d cock his head, birdlike, and stare with pale, haunting eyes.

It made Choji appreciate how conscious Neji normally was about the effect his unusual eyes could have- most of the time, he would tone down their effect with indirect eye contact and minute facial expressions. But blank and staring was not something that was fun for the receiving party.)

So, even if he wasn’t best friends with the couple, he still had several mutual friends with them, and was comfortable talking to either of them alone. For a little bit, and then he wanted Ino or Shikamaru to come and help with the conversation.

Right now, he was trying to send Ino an SOS across the room, staring at her as she flirted incessantly with that painter-artist guy. He’d been talking to Tenten, which was fine, Tenten was super nice, but somehow Neji had shown up and things had gotten… weird.

At face value, they were having a normal conversation, but based on their tone of voice and all the pauses, there was some sex thing going on underneath it.

Neji sipped some of his wine, eyes fixated on his wife. “Tenten, I doubt it.”

See like- like that. Why would he need to say her name before a three-word phrase? All she had said was that she thought Hanabi would be late.

Choji beamed his SOS gaze at Ino as hard as he could. She was completely oblivious, and Choji watched in resignation as the painter (Sai, his name was Sai) turned away for a hot second and Ino immediately tugged down the neckline of her shirt, then rearranged the placement of her boobs. She was smiling coyly up at Sai by the time he turned around. (To his credit, the guy didn’t so much as blink.)

Always great to see one of your childhood best friends grope themselves into looking more attractive. Speaking of which…

Choji let out a quiet sigh of relief as Shikamaru’s hand clapped down on his shoulder in greeting. He nodded to Tenten and Neji and said, “Hey, Tenten, thanks again for getting the alcohol-free drinks. We really appreciate it.”

Choji glanced over to where Temari was sitting with her feet propped up, talking to Lee and Gaara with her plate balanced on her belly and her mocktail in one hand.

Tenten blinked slowly and took a long swig of her beer. “Yes, that was me who coordinated that. All- all me. Yes.”

Next to her, Neji quirked his brow and looked self-righteous, but said nothing.

With Shikamaru’s presence, the conversation turned back into the normal human spectrum, and Choji almost cried into his food in relief.

He didn’t, of course. He didn’t want to get his bread all soggy.

Temari smirked to herself as she watched her partner rescue Choji from what had apparently been a very uncomfortable conversation, if the frantic looks were to be of any indication.

To be fair, Tenten and Neji had only been married for about a month and a half. They were bound to be very intensely into each other, and being the witness of that was no doubt mortifying.

Watching them made her somewhat thankful that she’d circumvented the whole “marriage” nonsense, because if she had to spend a honeymoon in close quarters with Shikamaru they’d end up murdering each other and wasting the probably ridiculous amount of money they would’ve had to spend on a wedding.

Sure, Yoshino was pissed that her darling little boy had knocked up his girlfriend and was going to have a bastard kid, but neither Shikamaru or Temari wanted to get married, not even to each other. And yes, Yoshino had decided to blame Temari for corrupting Shikamaru, but the woman apparently didn’t know her kid at all if she really thought he’d ever wanted to get married.

Temari took another pull from her mocktail. Yoshino was set on making the two of them miserable, until they either married or seperated. Both were unlikely to happen, so Temari was just bracing herself to never get along with her sort-of mother-in-law.

She pulled herself from her brooding- no sense in bringing her in-law problems to a housewarming party, after all- and caught the tail end of Lee’s story about a bird, two bench press weights, and a cheese stick that looked like the Eiffel Tower.

It really seemed more like a “you had to be there” sort of story, but Gaara was doing his equivalent of an indulgent smile as he listened to his partner speak animatedly, so Temari was more than willing to listen to Lee prattle on.

In some ways, it was Tenten and Temari that had facilitated Lee and Gaara’s relationship- not because the two of them were friends. Definitely not.

Because in high school, thirty seconds after meeting each other, Temari had darkly promised Tenten that she was going to beat her black and blue.

Tenten- prep school, sports scholarship, white collar family Tenten- had sneered right back, and told Temari that she’d cut out her eyes before Temari could even lay a hand on her.

One brutally bloody fist (and knife) fight later, Temari had emerged victorious but badly wounded, and gone home slightly shaken at the unexpected grit behind the girl she thought was a common trust fund baby.

Turned out, before Tenten’s father had settled in Konoha, he’d run a black-market arms deal, and had raised his kid to be just as vicious as he’d had to be. What Tenten lacked in stamina she made up for in skill. Temari still had several faded scars from this first encounter.

The competition between the two of them went on for years- anytime they saw each other, they were at each other’s throats. But a series of events disrupted Temari’s bloody lifestyle, and before she quite knew how it happened she herself was a trust fund baby at Konoha Prep.

It was tense, to say the least. Especially when Kankuro and Tenten went out for a month- why and how it happened, Temari didn’t know, but coming home and watching them neck on the couch was something Temari was glad she wouldn’t see again.

They’d broken up amicably enough, and somehow remained friends. Eventually the friendship had transferred to Temari as well, and she and Tenten would beat each other up at the judo. In a friendly way. Then they’d stitch themselves up and talk shit about each other. In a friendly way.

Temari watched as Tenten absently smoothed over Neji's tie, even as they were deep in discussion with Shikamaru and Choji. He gave the top of her head a soft look, then pulled her in and kissed her temple. They’d been pretty close in high school too, Temari remembered. Kankuro probably never had any real chance.

#neji #tenten #nejiten #rock lee #ino #sakura #kiba #hinata #choji #temari #fanfic #my writing

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brokestminimalist · 7 years ago

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Plant a garden

Not today, of course. It’s cold as shit today. But today is a good day to look into where and when you might want to plant a garden in the spring.

Now, planting a garden isn’t exactly a typical minimalist activity, but hear us out. If you grown some vegetables you’ll be minimizing your grocery bill. You’ll also be creating oxygen from the plants you grow, which negates your carbon footprint a teeny bit. You’ll be spending some active time outdoors which can reduce stress, increase vitamin D production and reduce your risk of heart disease by giving you exercise. So while you’ll have to spend a little time and money getting it going, you’ll be reducing stress, money spent, and potential health problems.

Yeah, ok, maybe it’s a stretch. Have you ever eaten a home grown strawberry out of your back yard? It’s fucking delicious, ok? That’s the only excuse we need. So here are some general steps you can take. If you’d like to get more technical than this, check out the links at the bottom.

So, you’ll need to pick a spot. You don’t have to worry about testing your soil unless you’re planning something huge and long-term, just pick a spot. Sometime when the weather starts to warm up a bit, you can get out there with some tools and get rid of grass, weeds and rocks.

In February or March you can pick out some seeds and start them indoors with one of those seed starter kits. If you’ve got a UV light that’s great, but if not just stick it in a window and you’ll be fine. Some good veggies to grow are carrots, potatoes, spinach, broccoli, pumpkin, tomatoes, or whatever you like. Unless you’re really dedicated it’s better to avoid peas and beans, because you need SO MANY plants to get enough to make a whole potful. Corn is likewise inconvenient.

A few herbs are a great idea too, as well as fruit. You can start watermelon and canteloupe from seeds, but for many berries it’s easier to buy a plant. Strawberries, blackberries, raspberries and even grape plants can be acquired from your nearby plant nursery. Many of these are super easy to grow, just try to keep the birds and the bugs off them. Google different methods for different plants, or ask the folks at your local nursery; they probably know your climate better than we do.

Be reasonable about how much effort you’re able to put into this endeavor. Also, don’t grow vegetables you don’t like. Do you think cauliflower is gross? Us too. We don’t grow it. Also if something is too high maintenance for you, don’t fool with it unless you just really love to eat it.

In our area they say not to plant stuff in the ground until after Mother’s Day, when the last danger of frost is passed. Check out an almanac or google recommendations for your area. Plant things in neat rows or at least in patches so you can identify what they are until they start to produce fruit. Water them every evening and fertilize them once a week or so.

You don’t have to go all out if you don’t feel like digging in the dirt. You can do container gardening. A tomato plant grows well in a five gallon bucket. So do potatoes and carrots, in fact. You can keep an herb garden on your kitchen counter or grow it in a couple of pots on your deck, porch or patio.

Gardens are a great frugal way to supplement your nutrition for a relatively tiny investment, a great way to spend time outdoors and get closer to mother nature, and a great way to spend time with your family. If you’ve got kids this would be a prime opportunity to teach them where their food comes from and let them learn about the food pyramid. Get out and dig in the dirt.

Flowers are great too, but if you’re broke don’t spend a bunch of extra money on them. Get them as cheap as you can or start them from seeds. Taking care of them is great for stress relief, and they can make your crappy yard look a little classier.

Links: Container Gardening, Starting a Garden

#gardening

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snarkyowl · 7 years ago

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More SCP au fun

all from B. includes: Reports, emails, and character interaction

Personal report.

Dr. Matthew Patrick.

This seems to be a replacement of a diary entry. Science always seemed to be the one thing that made sense to me, numbers and figures and things that actually make sense.

I’ve been feeling strange lately. While doing tests, while eating, even when I’m away from work, my mind will be buzzing in a way that I can’t understand. My hands shake, and everything feels far, far away. This, paired with leg spasms, makes this nothing like any mental or physical disorder I’ve ever learned about.

Erratic bouts of mania, dissociation, memory loss, leg twitching, among other things, have trapped me in a rather sticky situation, causing me to be kicked off the 3014 case for reasons I do not remember.

It might be a psychosomatic illness of some sort, but I’m not under too much stress as of late. I’m getting my usual amount of sleep and nutrition, and have even upped the amount of vitamin D supplements I take before work. Bim’s also been helping with the stress somewhat, same with talking to Amy and Henrik more. Even the rare company I have with Mark Fischbach during experiments has been a blessing.

Bim has been pointing out that my hairs been graying. It could be psychosomatic. Hell, it probably is, but I can’t let it show.

Whatever it is, I want to understand it. If I can understand it, I can conquer it. I can get rid of it, and keep my intelligence, and I can do it all by myself.

I have decided to call it SCP-MATT-2. I will write reports on it to track how it works. Whatever this mania, this madness is, I will track it down and kill it at the roots. I will do whatever it takes.

A transcription of a conversation, transcribed by Jim C. (me!)

Jim N: You want us to what?

Marvin: I want you and your brothers help me break into a government facility.

Jim N: What? Why?

Marvin: They stole my fuckin’ mask!

Postman: [Signing] Babe, ask him why the mask is in a government facility- ask him where this facility is, what they do-

Marvin: What’s he doing?

Jim N: My boyfriend asked me to ask you why you want the mask back so badly

Postman: [Signing] That’s not what I asked-.

Marvin: It’s… special to me. My Da gave it to me before he… nevermind. I have a friend with a van and another friend with some… special abilities that can help us out.

Postman: [Signing] Special abilities?

Jim N: What’s his name?

Marvin: His name is Jackie. You might know him as Jackieboy Man.

[Jim C- I mean- I dropped the recorder in shock –due to the fact that Jackieboy Man is as cool as shit– The conversation resumed after I picked it up, but I missed some. Actually, I missed a lot. Oops.]

Postman: [Signing] -So after we get the mask from This ‘foundation’ then what?

Jim N: What happens after we help you get the mask, if that superhero is your ‘friend?’

Marvin: Then I’ll pay you back. Somehow. A bit for you, your brothers, your mute boyfriend-

Postman: I can speak. I just don’t like to.

Marvin: Oh, uh, sorry-

Postman: It’s ok, man-

Marvin: I… I haven’t gotten a lot of sleep since my mask was stolen… so, are you going to help me get it back?

Jim W: Hell to the fuck yeah! It’ll be an adventure!

Postman: [Signing] This… this is a bad idea.

Marvin: Please?

Jim N: Don’t worry, my friend, the Jims are on the case!!!

Postman: [Signing] Oh fuck me in the a-

[End Of Transcript]

A series of notes, posted upon Nate’s fridge.

We’re out of milk. -Houseguest.

Who are you, and why do you want milk? -Nate

Your form has fragile bones. I am attempting to enhance them -Houseguest.

I’ll ask again, who are you? -Nate

SCP-3007? I like your form. It’s attractive. Mind if I stay in it for a while? -Houseguest

Attractive? -Nate

Sexually ;) -Houseguest

What do you mean ‘mind if I stay in your form? -Nate

U want som fuk? -Houseguest

No, just answer the question. -Nate.

;( Fine. I’m just going to make myself look like you. I chose you the night I broke out, might as well look like you. Don’t even think about reporting me. I will seize and consume whatever sanity you have, then do the same to any milk in your fridge before taking your place. I am your worst nightmare. -Houseguest.

If you look so much like me, then why didn’t /you/ go out and get milk yourself? -Nate

Fuck off, maggot food. -Houseguest

Dr. Schneeplestein,

While perusing some military records, I found that a Colonel William [REDACTED] (I’m not redacting any information, his last name was already redacted) shares the blood type, bone structure, and speech patterns as SCP-3014. An attempt to salute SCP-3014 could potentially prove this theory if it refuses to cooperate and talk about it. It might just salute back. I have attached several documents with information on this Colonel. I might be wrong. SCP-3014 could be human after all. Human or not, however, it begs the question. How is it so powerful?

-Dr. Patrick.

Dr. Patrick,

Excuse my language, but what in the fuck? You were kicked off the 3014 assignment. This theory could potentially hold water, but your little stunt with the test tampering makes me think this is a way for you to worm your way back in. I will look at this idea, however.

-Dr. Schneeplstein.

Dr. Schneeplstein,

I’m sorry, I am mistaken. What tampering? I remember performing tests upon SCP-3014, and I also remember getting reassigned. I don’t remember much about SCP-3014, honestly, it’s all a blur. Please, look into the hypothesis as much as you want, but the test could be as simple as a salute. Studying SCP-3014 or not, I am fascinated by where its power could possibly stem from, especially if it started as human.

-Dr. Patrick

Dr. Patrick,

You don’t remember anything? You need to take a break from this. I know Amy has told you this several times, but you need to go get a psychiatric evaluation. I’m worried about you.

-Dr. Schneeplstein.

–Another freaking— update on SCP-3022 Dr. Amy Nelson.

SCP-3022, also known as Chase Brody, has breached containment –for the eleventh fucking time– due to his teleportation. I suggest reclassifying him to safe, and allowing him free roam since he’s pretty nice and doesn’t seem like he’d cause much harm. due to the fact he does not seem capable of causing much harm.

Requesting Permission to reclassify SCP-3002 as safe the little sweetheart couldn’t hurt a fly

Dr. Nelson,

Permission granted. Just get him out of my office and back into the facility.

-Director Knutsen

A crumpled up piece of paper from the ‘personal journal’ (diary) of Tyler Schied

I’ve been having the same nightmare, over and over and over again. Surrounded by shadows, a Voice whispers to me. Every morning, I wrote down the things he said- well I wrote it in one of Ethan’s journals, and he copied them in a ‘gossip log’ of his. He thinks I’m collecting them for blackmail, which I am, but I also want to see if the things said to me by the voice are right.

The prediction of Amy and Mark being together was correct, and I knew even before I met Mark. The knowledge of Dr. Patrick releasing Google was given by the voice, along with most of the other information in the ‘log’. We did collect some information ourselves, but the Voice would typically tell me a more in-depth version of the knowledge a few hours later.

I have been trying to keep this information from Ethan- I’m not an SCP, I’m not one of those monsters that they have to keep in cells- well, I’m in a cell, but I’m not a monster. That I know for certain. Unfortunately, I’ve begun to notice my hair darkening and my skin becoming paler, more veiny, after first listening to the Voice, but it also could be because we’re underground. Probably. Wherever we are, I’m not getting much sun.

The Voice once told me that the two of us were bound together, and that separating the two of us could be apocalyptic. I don’t know what it is, but it is giving Ethan and I information we can use to get out of here.

All I have to do is listen. Then, we’ll be away from here. Both of us.

Update on SCP-[REDACTED]

Pulled From Archives- Author Lost

SCP-[REDACTED] seemingly breached containment through Dr.[REDACTED], who had been pregnant while observing SCP-[REDACTED] and its effects on biological matter. A few weeks later, Dr. [REDACTED] gave birth, and the baby began to double, and triple, and quadruple. The exact number of these clones are unknown, but there are 5,000 estimated to exist, each with a different skill set but around the same intelligence level- low. The ‘Jims’ as they are called seem to have no plots of any sort. The effort and manpower that would be needed to corral all of these Jims would be tremendous, so I suggest we just do nothing at all.

#b writes #matthew patrick #natemare #amy nelson #the Jims #project scp

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fallingintounfolding · 7 years ago

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Nobody wants to hear about your cleanse.

Yes. I know.

I don’t want to hear about yours either. But hey—this blog is only half for you. The other half is mine to record the shit I want to record. So, I am going to talk about it anyway.

Preamble

This winter thus far has been dark and dirty and mostly immobile.

Lowlights:

Being bedridden for 6 weeks due to an ankle injury.

5 bad hook-ups in a row, followed by a long month of celibacy.

Watching no less than 10 series (some even had multiple seasons) on Netflix...almost consecutively.

Spending the holidays solo.

Eating enough food to feed a small vegan horse.

Drinking more alcohol than the two seasons before combined.

Honestly? I spent days on end in this apartment bemoaning how I went from such a spiritual high at the end of the summer to these super low blues.

But I can’t live in the super low blues. The best thing to do is to let your self suffer for a wee bit, then pick yourself up and fix it.

I am doing that through a cleanse.

Whenever I hear “cleanse,” I think about Kelly from that episode of the office where she does the MasterCleanse. This sums it up.

This is not this kind of cleanse.

This is more like I am treating myself to a retreat. But without leaving the city. Because I have classes. And I have to get a citizenship. Oh, and Canada currently has my passport.

But it’s ok. I am going to treat myself to retreat.

Resetting: The Plan

A 21-day reset followed by a 10-day Vipassanā meditation.

21-Day Detox

I have examined the areas of my life that I feel are in need of a boost. Then made a list of things that were no longer serving me that I need to boot.

Here was the list I made late one night in my head when my ex-boyfriend was sleeping over, and was snoring, and I couldn’t sleep.

First thing to go: the ex-boyfriend. (Just kidding. He is nice and we love each other. Maybe I will read this line years from now and roll my eyes at myself.)

The list:

Do more yoga

Start meditating again

Just drink more water

Get my french to the next level

Quit being a wimp about cycling the hills in Brussels

Stop.fucking.drinking.

Get more vitamin D

Do a serious fast. Stop eating fries and cashews.

Stop seeing people for while

Get rid of Netflix. Get rid of all non-work or writing related webstuff

Do more art.

Then I designed myself some resources to help.

The thing about being a decent designer is that you can make yourself motivating materials, that are 100% personalized to you. I went to the local printers and printed these in colour for €2, and hung them on my walls.

The Day Plan

Download this here.

Like a real retreat, I made myself a schedule. I scheduled in my goals, and when I was going to do things. That way I don’t get to the end of the night and think “Well, shit. Now I don’t have time.”

I have the time. It is clearly laid out.

Each part of the day is divided up with time to create nice salads, meditate, work on my art or writing.

What I don’t have time for is Facebook or Netflix.

There are some notes on the bottom of the page to remind myself my other goals and why I am doing this, so I will subconsciously see them and be motivated.

The Meal Plan

Download this here.

My diet is pretty clean.

When I started looking at detoxes online, a lot of them were like “Stop eating meat, sugar and caffeine.” I was like “My life is a goddamn detox.” But, that doesn’t mean I have been eating the best I can,

I have clearly been eating too many fries, cashews, and beer.

And not nearly enough leafy greens.

So, for the next 21 days, just being a plant is not enough.

I am upping the fresh greens and lowering the nuts and oils. I thought about cutting them entirely, and I might do this for a few days in the detox, but it is hard to roast vegetables or get the salt to stick to your popcorn with no oil at all.

And plus, nuts are a very important source of protein and minerals. Just not so much. A wee bit gets to stay.

The Checklist

Download this here.

I love a checklist.

And I love seeing that I am doing something well at something

The daily checks will help me build my momentum (ie. I am not going to have a beer if I have 15 check marks, and I know I won’t get to check that day if I do.) so this is where this checklist comes in.

The checklist includes:

Tech detox: now I need my MacBook for work and writing. I am keeping Gmail, WhatsApp, Memrise, and Gaia. Other than that, I have cleared everything non-essential from my iPhone and MacBook and downloaded SelfControl for the first two weeks until I break the habit. Farewell Facebook. See you later Instagram. Toodles Twitter. I am off.

Nutrition: I talked about this in the last section, but I am giving myself a tick for each day I stick to my daily meal plan.

Alcohol-free: This winter I have been drinking at least 15 units a week. And that's being modest. Not only is it packing on the kilos, but the hangover stops me from meditating and doing yoga the next day, not so good. So, I put all my special drinks on the top shelf, and am giving my liver a break for the next month.

Yoga: I do 20-30 minutes of yoga every morning, which helps me stretch out the creakiness, but I’d like to up my vinyasa game and intensify my practice a bit this month. But whether it is 1 hour of yin or vinyasa, I am getting a check for every day I hit my mat.

Meditation: Meditation is an essential. I have two mediation slots in my day, one which is a simple, easy, meditation where I will simply work on time (Adding 3 minutes each day) The second mediation is either a full body relaxation meditation or one on Gaia.

Art: This is either drawing, cycle repair, or writing. All I include as art, creative expression and experience. I haven’t been to my art class since I hurt my ankle. I got tired of drawing naked people. But I am going to launch back in with my own projects this season.

Solitude Training: So, at the end of the month, I am doing a ten day Vipassana course. Part of that is going to be the silence, but also the emotional solitude. And I am going to start working on this for the detox. The people in my life are lovely, but I need to work on getting really comfortable with solitude. So, this means I am drastically reducing how much I talk to people and socialize. In exception of the plans I have already made (and school/work) I am flying solo for the next month. (Note: this also includes being celibate for the next month. Dear god. But “ITS GONNA BE AMAZING”....)

Sun: It has been so dark, which has had an effect on my serotonin levels. So, I get a check for 30 minutes spent outside. Even if it is not sunny.

Vitamin Wash: There have been a ton of studies done on vitamin supplements, and my conclusion is that they really can’t replace a diet filled with organic, fresh, phytochemicals. This being said, an intense vitamin c wash can transform your entire system, from your immunity to your mind. So, I am going supplement megadoses of vitamin c for the detox. Get into the blood. And wash out some of that cashew and coconut fat.

Vipassanā

All this detoxing is really leading up to the big cleanse: the Vipassanā retreat.

If you’ve heard of Vipassanā before, you’re probably thinking: 10 days of trying to sit still and complete silence. Pretty drastic.

And while that is a part of it, it is not the essence.

The essence is taking some time to take an in-depth look into your own mind. While you meditate, you see the rising and passing away of your thoughts, which leads to deep insights into not only how you think, but life as a whole.

But it is not for the faint of heart. And it will get tough.

That's why I am doing three weeks of prep before I go.

Going to grab some blankets and head up to Dhamma Pajjota in the north east of Belgium. To sit quietly and observe my own mind for a while.

I don’t know how much I will want to write during my process. Part of me wants to commit to tracking the whole thing, and the other half thinks it is better to just sink into it and see how I feel on the other side. Maybe I will find a place in between.

The detox section starts tomorrow! I am excited.

Kind of.

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