#a sun allergy

[lastoneout]

Okay everyone describe your medical condition(s) as badly as possible, I'll go first: I have random bad noise turns me into a supervillain disorder, vampirism, agriculture was a mistake disease, a moderate case of "someone put slinkies where my joints were supposed to go", and if I'm not having fun 24/7 my brain will eat itself alive. Also, I have to wear special amulets on my face to stop me from walking into walls and if I don't periodically fill my lungs with magic smoke they'll stop working.

[thebibliosphere]

Still not over the head of cardiology, who said she wouldn't formally diagnose me with dysautonomia because she didn't want me to think of myself as disabled.

As if good vibes and a can-do attitude can stabalize autonomic dysfunction.

[krazieka2]

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[ningadudexx]

art dump of stuff i forgto to post... also i have TWO whopping slots open for comms still :D i finished the other three comms (^_^) 👍

[ms0milk]

20 notes??? be fr u sluts

if there's one thing thing you need to know about me it's him

[daily-nightcat]

watcher #30

[beekeeperspicnic]

Perhaps the reason that I spend all day lurking inside making a game set in a sunny pastoral setting rather than living in a sunny pastoral setting is that my body has decided to have an autoimmune response to THE SUN

It decided to arrive late this year, to be fair, it usually kicks off in May and goes away in August.

All I did was walk to work today and sit on a bench eating my lunch, and now I'm being kept awake because my hands are really itchy and red 😭😭😭

[steriotypicaloutlaw]

Consider: Ghost having an allergy to sunlight. He's always covered from head to toe, and while yes, he is trying to hide his identity, it would be fun to explore that.

Like, when he is in direct sunlight for even a few seconds he starts to develop an itchy red rash. When he's in it for 10 minutes or longer blisters start to appear. If he is covered, he can be in direct sunlight all he wants, though heat rashes can occur if he isn't careful and doesn't take the correct precautions. Of course he gets them often when on the field, cause ain't no way is that man taking off any of his gear or taking care of himself the way he should for that. Does he regret it later? Yeah, of course he does. But will it prevent him from doing it again? Nope, not in the slightest. In his mind, it's a worthy price to pay to make sure his team is safe and his job is done correctly.

The first to find out is Price, of course, checking in on him in the Med Bay after a mission. He scolds him for not taking better care of himself and then helps him apply lotion to his back. Soap finds out unintentionally. He's getting his wounds patched up after a mission and Ghost is in the room watching over him. Price comes in to check on them and sees Ghost squirming in discomfort. (Soap would have noticed if the medic wasn't blocking his view of the man.) Price tries to be quiet when asking if it was the heat, but Soap can hear them talking. The medic sighs and shakes her head when hearing that, yet again, Ghost didn't take care of himself and got another one. Meanwhile, Ghost is ordered to remove his excess gear so he's not irritating his skin further.

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Dear Eclipse! Do you have any allergies like sun and moon? I know moon is allergic to pepper and sun is allergic to dandelions so do you have any allergies?

"Pfft-haha! Poor Sunny hasn't outgrown that? That was always an amusing sight~

Those two have no idea how better they had it--never had the worry of setting anything within reach ablaze with a simple sneeze.

Yet I still fail to see how it is my fault you humans leave things coated in dust."

[thessynyx]

Remus sneezes when he’s in direct sunlight. no I will not be taking questions at this time.

[andy-clutterbuck]

TWD - Inside 8x07

[roxannefrostfox]

Me Right Now:

Having bad allergies and period cramps at the same time… too afraid to cough. Every time I do I go like “*Cough* AGH! *Cough* *Cough* AGH! OW! *Cough*”

No amount of ibuprofen can heal me… please send help.

💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛

[pyjamacryptid]

PSA FOR MAKE-UP AND SKINCARE BRANDS: START LISTING POTENTIAL ALLERGENS AT THE END IN BOLD LIKE FOOD PRODUCTS HAVE TO BECAUSE IT IS WAY OVERDUE AS A MANDATORY REQUIREMENT AND I AM TIRED.

[jacqcrisis]

Welp, Alfonso "The Face-Breaker" Tombstone and the Boy Squad saved the goddamn world. Al punched the shit out of the big brain and Astarion shot it to death in the most on-brand ending to this whole playthrough.

Plus, his relationship came full circle with Gale. At the beginning, when this had all started, Gale got on his knees to show his ill-fated friend why he was a doomed man walking, his life destined to be cut short by the orb in his chest.

Now, with the world saved and Gale in one crownless piece, he does it again to mark the beginning of new life being built together. Amazing. 10/10. I'm so happy for them.

[needle-thread-thimble-spear]

The work prompts me to walk through the poison ivy, and to sustain the bites of the mosquitos. Ticks crawl up my legs in waves, I flick them aside, or allow the poison in my clothes to kill them.

I return home, I remove those clothes. The ivy oil seeps into my skin. I scratch the bites from the flies. I pull ticks from my clothes and from my hair, from the back of my neck or underneath my breast. I clean myself in the shower, a daily ritual. The sweat and the permethrin are purged from my body but the oil has seeped into my skin.

Routine, mechanical, fanatical. Stereotype does not limit itself to motion. Feelings wax and wane like the moon waxes and wanes, cyclic, predictable. Purpose bids me leave my home, and purpose bids me back indoors. Purpose is the definition of angel things. I am my purpose.

But purpose is not the biggest thing in the world. The oil seeps into the purpose.

Though I beg the water for salvation, plead with the soap for forgiveness, the world has filled me with something I cannot escape. A falling angel clawing for heaven.

As I sleep that night, my hands scratch the bites open. The blood rubs onto the sheets and underneath my fingernails. Tomorrow they will be holes, filling with pus.

Later still, the work is done, but the oil has seeped through my skin. It blooms where it touches. Day by day, more poppy fields spring up on my legs and on my thighs. The mosquito bites from weeks ago, are still there because the itching does not allow them to heal.

A dreadful thought fills my mind. Someday, these marks will be gone.

I return to the altar which gave me these wounds. I take the ivy and I press it into my skin. I crush it between my fingers and stroke my face the way I wish a lover might stroke my face. The fading fields of poppies and roses are planted again. The oil seeps into my skin. An angel destroys itself if that is what is wished of it. And everything an angel does, perfect crystals fall like scales from a butterflies wings. They fall through the sky and make beauty in the world.

[ftm-radio]

Hello! Here are some fun facts about me!

I am...

quite pale

permanently tired-looking with shadowy circles under my eyes

naturally very protective of and reluctant to part with my blood (nurses HATE him)

sensitive to bright light

unfortunately rather hairless

liable to use unnecessarily formal/stilted language at the drop of a hat

fairly nocturnal

a hermit

currently obsessed with victorian aesthetics (for writing purposes, but still)

literally allergic to sunlight, I think???

and I have to say, it is horribly cruel of the universe to make me so vampire-coded when it is my god-given, transgender right to be a goddamn werewolf.