#also i have an mri tonight

[billysjoel]

ya ever just so depressed that all you've eaten in the last 48 hours is a cosmic brownie that you didn't even want and you're craving taco bell so badly but you can't even afford it so you just lay in bed and cry and eat ice cubes

[goldenhypen]

hii sorry for ghosting for a few days 💀 i’ll slowly catch back up on everything sjsjsjd

[arosebyan0thername]

There's something wrong with my insides i think

[oneshotnewbie]

soooooo HIIIII !!!! tis i again back from another tumblr hiatus bc college work womp womp!

hear me out,,

amelia shepherd x fem!reader

where they are both surgeons and one of the interns flirts with reader and amelia gets jealous when she sees and walks up behind reader wrapping her arms around reader as she questions the intern on why they thought it be appropriate to flirt with a head of department and amelia establishes that reader is hers, fluff!! ☺️ ☺️ 💗💗

(sorry for the ramble, i’ve had this thought on my brain for a WHILE)

from yours truly,

- ❤️‍🩹 anon !

Authors note: My beloved ❤️‍🩹 anon!! I'm so sorry that I'm only posting this now, but life is really hectic at the moment and I'm totally behind!! I hope you read this anyway if you're still following me <3

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Amelia Shepherd hurried through the busy hallways of Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, her thoughts revolving around the surgery that should start soon and the endless list of patient files she still had to sift through. As one of the hospital's most renowned neurosurgeons, her schedule was always full, but today it seemed particularly overflowing.

In the distance she saw you, her partner and colleague, engaging in a conversation with one of the young interns. A slight smile graced Amelia's lip as she watched you patiently listen to the intern's questions and share your experiences as a renowned surgeon. She not only admired your medical expertise, but also your ability and competence to pass on your knowledge to the next generation.

However, as Amelia got closer, she noticed another intern approaching with a mischievous grin as the gaps in the other intern's knowledge were filled. "Hey, Dr. l/n, I was wondering if you would mind going out for a drink after your shift?" the male intern asked with a hint of confidence in her voice.

You, who accepted the question with a friendly smile, answered politely but slightly dismissively. "Thanks for the invitation, but I'm afraid I already have other commitments tonight."

However, the trainee wasn't easily brushed off and continued, with a hint of persistence as he edged further towards you at the counter where you stood to write a few remaining notes in your newest patient´s file. "Come on, it'll be fun. I could show you some great bars nearby and maybe you could pass on some knowledge to me afterwards."

Amelia felt a slight tension building up inside her as she listened to the dialogue between you and the young medical student. Even though she knew it was unreasonable to be jealous, she couldn't deny that her heart was beating faster and her mind was racing.

You continued to respond politely, but you felt slightly harassed. It was as if the newbie didn't understand that you had no interest in him. "I really appreciate your offer, but I already have plans. And I think I'm out of your league."

The trainee still didn't seem to want to fully accept the rejection, but before he could elaborate further, Amelia intervened and stepped next to you. She noticed your tension and the slight look around for help. "Hey, y/n, I received the results of the latest MRI scans. We should look at them together before we start the surgery."

You nodded gratefully at her with a smile of relief and turned to the young man in front of you. "Excuse me, but I really have to go now. You should get on with your work rather than standing here."

The intern mumbled a vague and quiet agreement before finally turning away as you and Amelia walked towards the operating room. Although the brunette remained calm on the outside, she felt an uncomfortable feeling spreading inside her.

Amelia entered the hospital break room, a place of momentary calm amidst the hectic hustle and bustle of everyday hospital life and the last successful operation. Her eyes searched for you, her partner and colleague, who found her standing at one of the coffee machines with a serious expression on her face. A slight tension ran through her body as she noticed that the same young intern who had flirted with you before was standing near you again and seemed to be talking animatedly to you.

The neurosurgeon approached slowly, her eyes on you and the young medical student as she tried to keep the rising jealousy at bay. But as she got closer, she could not only see the Intern's relaxed posture and teasing look, but also the words he spoke and the rejection you showed him.

"So Dr. l/n, I just wanted to say that I really admired your approach in the last surgery. You have such a calm and competent way of dealing with the most difficult situations. It would be an honor for me to have someone like you to learn."

Amelia felt her heart heavy as she heard the intern's words of praise. A mixture of pride and jealousy permeated her thoughts as she watched you nod and thank him briefly, wanting to end the conversation as quickly as possible.

Jealousy flared up inside her as she watched the Intern continue to hold on to you, and she couldn't help but feel the need to make her presence known. With a determined step she came behind you and her arms wrapped around your middle. Her head rested on your shoulder from behind and a loving look etched on her face, although her darkened pupils gave a hint that she was driven by jealousy before she looked at the young medical student with a cool look.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you," the brunette began in a quiet voice, but there was a distinct edge to her words, "but I'm wondering why you think it's appropriate to flirt with the chief of cardiology while she obviously is in a relationship."

The intern looked surprised to hear Amelia's words and cleared his throat nervously. His hand slid up and down his head as he touched his lips, embarrassed. "Um, I.. I just wanted to express my admiration for Dr. l/n. It wasn't my intention to cross any boundaries."

The neurosurgeon didn't let up and fixed the intern with a penetrating look. "Well, it's important that you know what those boundaries are. Flirting in the workplace can be inappropriate, especially when it crosses the boundaries of professional relationships. This morning was enough, and now you're trying again?"

You felt the tension in the air and in your girlfriend's body. You quickly pulled a hand out of your gown and turned it back to touch Amelia's thigh, calming her. "Thanks for the compliment, but I think it's important to maintain clear boundaries. I'm your boss. I think we should maintain a professional work environment."

The young man nodded sheepishly and quickly retreated, leaving Amelia and you alone in the room, surrounded by an atmosphere of jealousy that radiated from her.

When your eyes met, Amelia felt the simmering passion blazing between you. With a demanding look, Amelia lured you into a nearby chamber and pulled you into a hug. Her lips found yours in a hungry kiss that ignited her longing and desire.

You returned the kiss with equal desire, your hands roaming over the brunette's body as you pulled her closer to you. You felt the fire of your passion burning your skin and you longed for more. With a hand on your throat and a passionate glint in her eyes, she whispered in a seductive voice. "You're mine, y/n. Only mine."

You moaned in need as you felt the dominance in Amelia's voice, and you couldn't help but give yourself completely to her. Your hands found their way to her back as you kissed her passionately, as if you were confirming her words in every moment of touch.

The neurosurgeon felt the heat of her desire as she let herself fall further into the vortex of passion, without fear of loss or getting caught. Her hands greedily explored your body, each touch a promise of pleasure and devotion.

She pushed you against the nearest wall, her breathing hot and heavy as she cuddled close to you, one of her hands slightly squeezing your throat. She whispered with a sensual smile. "You are mine, y/n. All of you and no one else's."

You gasped as you felt the obsession in Amelia's touch, and you couldn't help yourself from completely succumbing to it. Your fingers dug into her skin as you desperately pulled her even closer, as if you never wanted to let her go again.

Your bodies joined together in a passionate dance, the flames of your desire consuming you in an intoxicating rush of pleasure. You were one in your passion, inextricably linked by the bond of your love and obsession for each other.

When you finally sank into a sea, you could feel that you were forever connected through the heat of your love. United in the flames, you didn't even notice the two beepers going off almost in sync, separating you from the heated moment between you.

[ladylooch]

Anything with Nico getting in a fight on the ice 😍spicy if the reader (or lex) thinks it’s hot or soft if bb gets injured

A/N: I have been missing writing Nico… so thank you for this! I went soft cause that’s what I need RN. But don’t worry.. after that video of his 🍑 from the weekend.. smut is coming again soon.

A heavy sigh drops my shoulders as I put my hands on both sides of my head. Nico is jawing with a Minnesota Wild player after the whistle. He has been feisty tonight. The Devils are in a three game losing skid and Nico in a scoring drought. His frustration level is high and seemingly growing with each shift he isn’t producing on the scoreboard. 

I chew on my lip while watching the stark, 13 on his back as he skates to the bench. I wish I had a way to communicate to him to chill out. He probably wouldn’t listen anyway.

Nico skates to the face off circle for his next shift as I cross my arms tightly over my chest in preparation. Not even ten seconds later, he is shoving at the Wild forward from the previous shift. Nico mouths at him and the guy cross checks Nico in the stomach. I suck in a breath as Nico drops his gloves, then starts swinging. 

“Ugh.” I hide my face in my hands, then widen my fingers so I can see through. 

The Wild players takes Nico down and the home crowd cheers as the captain gets back to his feet.

I do not.

Nico has a slightly, awkward gait now. The period is close to ending so he is off, down the tunnel… with a trainer following after him. 

The second period begins and Nico does not return. I scoot down, putting my feet on the chair in front of me. I slump in my seat with a concerned pinch to my eyebrows. 

“What did I miss?” Emma asks as she sits back down with Lio. She had been gone feeding him in a private, nursing room. Lio is now asleep in his carrier on her chest.

“Your brother is hurt.”

“What? Damn.” She crosses her legs, then looks over at me. “Have you heard from him?”

“No.”

“Uh oh.”

“Yeah.” 

I am quiet the rest of the game. The Devils end up losing, which is sure to sour Nico’s mood even more. I expect him to be waiting for me when we head downstairs. Instead, I am left waiting long after the Meiers head home for the night. When Nico appears, his black stocking hat is low over his forehead. A distinct limp is also evident on his body.

“Baby.” I greet him, wrapping my arms around his shoulder. “Is it bad?”

“Not good. MRI tomorrow.”

“Seriously?” I pull away in surprise. He nods. 

“Neeks.” He shakes his head no, gesturing to the various staff members walking around us.

“Wanna go home.” He wraps an arm around my shoulders. I put one along his back, offering him my support. He willingly takes it. I rub my fingers into his opposite hip, frowning at the defeat ghosting his face.

“Do you want me to drive home?” He nods again.

At the car, I drop Nico in the passenger seat, then walking around to the driver’s side. We exit the parking garage. Fans recognize Nico’s car, calling out in hopes he will stop. Nico closes his eyes, slumping against the window at their disappointed faces. He hates letting people down. I reach over, folding our fingers together to comfort him. He silently brings my hand up to his face, kissing along the tendons of my fingers.

“It will be okay.” I assure him. “We will face whatever it is together.”

Getting Nico out of the car is the same as getting him in. 

“Go to bed.” I encourage as I release his body in the kitchen. I gather Advil, an ice pack, a towel and a bottle of Gatorade. I find Nico quietly laying in bed when I get into our room. His head is leaned back into his propped up pillows. His knee is held up by two decorative pillows. I want so badly to be able to soothe the disgruntled frown off his face.

I run my fingers up his calf to announce my presence. He smiles gratefully as I fluff the pillows up to offer him more support. I look at his knee, gently skimming my finger tips over his skin. I observing the swelling and slight bruising. Knees are finicky and it’s hard to tell what may be wrong with it other than it looks upset. I wrap the ice pack in the towel then mold it into place for complete coverage of his joints.

“Thank you, baby.” He murmurs, settling back into his pillows. He laces his fingers together over his stomach. I smile, then lean forward to kiss his plumped lips. I linger longer than I should, coaxing his tongue out to meld with mine. 

“I love you. I’m sorry if I scared you.” He says as we pull apart. I keep my eyes closed for a moment, then slowly open them to look at him. His brown eyes are soft, knowing of the turmoil I go through every night. And it’s nights like tonight that scare me. Nights like this where he doesn’t come off the ice the way he got on. “It will be okay.” He repeats my words back to me, tugging me to his mouth again. His fingers work from his stomach to glide up the back of my thigh. He gives it a squeeze, then releases me so I can change into comfortable clothes.

By the time I come back into the bedroom, Nico is asleep. 

[briarpatch-kids]

Hi Briar!!! Hope you're having a good day. I'm really scared--I'm doing an MRI to rule out avascular necrosis tonight, and it's scary business. Do you have any tips for chatting with a doc about wheelchairs if it does turn out to be AVN? It's so hard advocating for myself.

Thats scary! I hope you get answers, but I also hope the answers are more treatable and less damaging and painful in the long term. The time waiting for those answers is the WORST too. I hope you get lots of support and love both while you wait, and when you finally do get a diagnosis.

Regarding wheelchairs, I would talk to the doctor about balancing treatment and like... functionality regarding your life. Remind them that you have a life to live and things to do, and if that involves using a wheelchair or other aids to take weight off the areas with necrosis then that's what you'll do. You're pretty young if I remember right, you have so much to do as far as like... setting up your life and figuring out who you want to be and what you want to spend your life on. If that involves a wheelchair, then so be it! You'll do what it takes to build a life you want to live.

I would also make sure to talk to them about what they think caused the avascular necrosis if there's not like, an obvious cause, like being on a high dose of something like prednisone, so that you can hopefully work with them on making it less of a stressor on your bones. It doesn't seem like something that just happens on its own and if that's what's going on with you, I want you to have the best outcome possible for your situation as far as preventing further damage.

[hihigherdi]

I decided to walk the hour and 20m to my radiation consult - this is the first appointment where they do a bunch of scans and tattoo where the lasers go. The walk ended up only taking about an hour or so, it brought me through downtown SF (the TC Disrupt conference reminds me of the show Silicon Valley). After that, the Tenderloin, a spot in San Francisco that makes the news a lot for the unhoused residents and drug use. I’m not scared by any of that - I find it kind of fascinating to look people in their eyes and the stories their faces tell, sometimes it’s terribly sad- sometimes dark and sinister, and sometimes just your average person walking down the street. I also love the art in the neighborhood and all of the support, I walked by two volunteer efforts to ensure those who live there have resources they need. Sometimes it shocks me how people just stay alive for so long after so much trauma and abuse - what resiliency.

These driverless Waymo cars are such a thing in this city now. I’ve yet to take one but might try soon.

I loved walking by the theater Great American Music Hall where BND took me to hear Mark Kozelek for the first time. And how cool are the street signs as you get closer to a larger Asian neighborhood.

I arrived and screwed up the COVID protocol I was supposed to follow, when I got there, the nurse gave me directions while I had COVID and I totally misunderstood, so the techs were irritated. And I get it, they are dealing with very fragile people in the waiting room. So they set the room up with this massive ventilator and masked up pretty intensely while I profusely apologized for the hassle I caused.

I laid down and they said I was going to have to hold my breath for 20 seconds. For some reason, this panicked me, I still cough when I take a deep breath and I wasn’t sure if I could do it. They got me arranged and I had this MRI flashback and just suddenly burst into tears. I’ve no idea where it came from but I couldn’t stop, apologizing again. They were so kind and just reassured me that this is a lot. I appreciated their kindness.

We got started and my back started spasming in the machine a little bit but I was able to still hold still. I just kept my eyes closed the whole time and they helped me practice the breathing, and I did fine. We ended it and the technician who was initially annoyed walked me out and through the whole process - where I check in next time and even what color gown would be best for me. He said they are taking extra precautions with COVID because it’s taking people so long to recover from it, which made me feel better. He gave my arm a little pat and I thanked him again for how nice he was.

I went to the lobby and just started shaking. I sent a voice memo to my sister who already had an intense appointment with her oncologist today (it was positive but hard for her to take in). I felt nauseous and shaky and all of the sudden, really cold and hungry so I called an Uber and while I waited, ordered some pasta I knew would be home when I got there. I love Door Dash so much. I crawled under the covers and ate a little, and now I’m feeling a little more centered. I really want to nap but I’m going to try to stay up so I can sleep well tonight.

I’ll be finished with the radiation on December 03. My current plan is to walk there for exercise, and then Lyft home or maybe even walk home, we’ll see. The weather is getting colder but my intuition is telling me I need to start exercising for my mental health and overall wellbeing, so that’s the plan. I start next Monday, how wild. The appointments are 15m long vs an hour so I’ll be in and out. I hope it goes by quickly.

I’ve been meditating a lot on strength just finding us when we need it, and my friend Ashley sent me this today. It hung on the office wall of her radiation lobby. The Universe is in front of me, behind me, to my left and to my right. I’m held in Love. I can do this.

[transastronautistic]

Bean update — she just woke me up at 3am because she Needed to eat Right Now and also proceeded to drink water for a solid two minutes

The phenobarbital has been keeping her sooooo tired; she spent almost all day yesterday sleeping on the backyard couch except when I made her come in for a the hottest hour of the afternoon. She was ravenous and ate whenever I put food in front of her, but too tired to actually Get Up for it a lot of the time.

I called places that do MRIs around the state and the cheapest one is $2,800??? 😭 Given that if it were to discover a tumor it would probably be inoperable we are probably not going to get one, but I’m going to talk to the vet more about it tomorrow. The other most likely option is it was a stroke. For both scenarios the main treatment option is phenobarbital to keep seizures at bay which we are doing anyway now, soooo an MRI would mainly be just to know for sure. We don’t have $2,800 to drop on that lol.

Flapjack has been afraid of her since she got home Monday; she must reek of vet + sickness and she hasn’t been bathing. But every now and then she approaches him and settles down a few feet away and they just Vibe a while.

Last night I slept on the couch downstairs with her with the stairs barricaded so she’d stay in the area with me where I’ll hear if another seizure happens. Tonight she’s been closed up in our bedroom with us which she was Not Happy about, but too tired to really fight about it.

I was actually kind of happy when I woke to her scratching at the door because that simple act was more energetic than she’d been all day yesterday!

My goals for tomorrow are to talk to the vet some more, and hopefully get her to bathe herself a little. It would make me So happy to see that.

[degrassiclassiclover]

Sorry the blog has been a little dry lately. Unfortunately, as the cycle of autism goes, I feel myself losing interest in Degrassi. Also, I fractured my knee and I’ve been in and out of the hospital lately. I’m having an MRI tonight and I’ll need surgery. Thank you guys for your patience! <3

[bi-bats]

timkon exes to lovers? 👀👀

(also, hi!!! how’s it going?)

Hello!!!!! Yes I am SO stoked about that one honestly because I have literally like. 17k words of it or something cause it's one of my older fics! Here's a snippet:

“Hey,” Kon said, and the room was too heavy, too thick for him to be sarcastic the way Tim knew he wanted to be.  “Hey.” It was barely a whisper out of Tim’s throat, and for a moment he wanted to lean forward and wrap his arms around Kon.  Then he remembered to be angry. It had been so long since he’d been in his room that he barely remembered how he’d left it, but he knew somewhere in his head that it shouldn’t have been so clean. Everything was tidy except for his bed, which wasn’t made, and that wasn’t quite right. He knew he’d made it before leaving, the last time. He wanted to smell his sheets to be certain, but he was pretty sure Kon had slept in his bed.  No, Tim. Bad Tim. Creepy Tim.  There was an easier way to find out, anyways.  “Did you sleep in my bed?” he asked, and he hadn’t quite remembered to leak the anger into his voice. It came out soft, too soft, the way being around Kon always made him.  Kon’s face flushed, but he didn’t drop his gaze. “Didn’t seem like you were going to be using it,” he mumbled, shrugging, and that was the spark Tim needed to remember he was mad.  “Well, I wasn’t, to be honest.” His voice finally found that icy tone he knew Kon would recognize, saw the moment his posture stiffened as he recognized exactly which Tim he was talking to.  “I was just planning on stopping in here to breathe for a moment, because that party is starting to get a little too drunk for my liking, so imagine my surprise when-” “Why didn’t you leave?” Kon interrupted him, his gaze burning into him.

jadkjfak I LOVE that fic so much 💚 would love to finish it one day lmaooo

send me an ask about one of my WIPs!

I'm going to answer how I am under a read more because that is sort of a complicated answer, and I'll be talking about health stuff so consider that my health CW/TW for it

Hi!!! Thanks for asking!! I have been wanting to give a little update on how I'm doing because the answer is... not great, honestly.

I got put on medical leave for two months and got diagnosed with degenerative disc disease in my spine (which is something that doctors keep telling me I'm very young to have), and I'm doing 6 weeks of physical therapy for that. Honestly, I've had chronic back pain for 8 years, and I really haven't had time to process that information with all the rest of the stuff I have going on. I'm waiting for an MRI to see what's causing the degeneration.

I've also been having heart palpitations and lightheadedness and chest pain that were mostly addressed when we figured out that I have anemia (not the traditional kind, though, and it seems to be being caused by something else). That said, I wore a heart monitor for a week before addressing the anemia, and the results on that were very reassuring, so my heart looks okay. I've still been having some symptoms, but much less.

However, I've also been having really horrible GI issues that I'm waiting for a bunch of tests to see if I need any procedures or surgeries done to fix, or if it's a problem that can be solved more easily. I have severe nausea, acid reflux, problems actually digesting food, and I've lost like... 12-13 pounds in the last month I think? I get hungry and then I eat and then food makes me feel awful, but if I don't eat, I also feel awful. My body is flat out refusing to digest certain foods and I do not know why. There are other symptoms that I just don't want to share. It's been really frustrating. I feel horrible all the time. I wasn't staying at home for almost a month because I just didn't feel safe staying by myself. I actually answered some of these asks tonight while sitting on the bathroom floor because I wasn't sure that I wasn't going to throw up (I didn't though! yay!).

But basically, just about all of my energy is going into figuring out what's wrong with me right now. And when it isn't going into that, it's going into spending time with my friends and loved ones in an attempt to get through some of the pain/stress.

So yeah, things are rough. It's why I haven't been super active on here or ao3 this year. I am having a really difficult time focusing on writing, and that sucks, because I love writing. It's my #1 outlet and like. I fully can't focus on it.

Anyways. I don't really know where to end this, but that's what's going on with me. I might post a little update later on next week if I get any answers. I have a CT scan and an upper gi scan next week to see if they can see anything wrong just from that, and then more tests after that too.

Thanks for asking, though! I appreciate everyone's asks, this was a fun little distraction from all the stuff I just talked about💖

Also want to add for anyone reading this: I have many doctors trying to figure this out right now and they are running every test we can all think of. Please, please do not tell me what thing you think may be causing this in a reply or a tag, because it'll send me down a medical anxiety rabbit hole and then all I'll be doing for the rest of the night is panicking. I know the goal of any kind of comment like that would not be to make me panic, but that is what it would result in. So please, anyone can feel free to reply, but please don't reply with any sort of diagnosis or suggestion of what you think the problem might be. Thank you for understanding 💚

[thevoidstaredback]

Tonight's movie is gonna be Venom.

Mostly because I found something out about Eddie that I can guarantee I could've lived without, but what's done is done.

....I'm never gonna be able to watch any movie with Venom in it the same....

Apparently, Eddie is aroused by Venom.

I could've lived without that knowledge (I've never read the comics)

You all probably could've lived without that knowledge

Anyway, I'll be back to share my thoughts on the movie once I get it up and playing after dinner.

Space. The final frontier. These are the-

Wrong movie.

Spaceship crashed in East Malaysia.

At least it wasn't New York

Let's go inside it!

Venom's so dramatic! I love him.

He's like s husky.

The movie score only adds to this point.

Eddie's a mood.

"Meeting? Oh, shot, yeah. My meeting."

Eddie and Peter would get on like a house on fucking Fire.

Eddie would hate Tony, no matter the fact that he no longer makes weapons.

Oooooo! He snoopin'!

Kitty!🖤🖤

He snoopin'!

Eddie's gone off script. He's revealed info he's not supposed to be privy to.

Oops

There goes his job.

There goes his girl

Poor Annie.

Poor Eddie.

Subtle, Venom. Very subtle.

Eddie's sloched.

Homeless lady is absolutely awesome. What a deal she ran.

The store clerk is also a queen. She doesn't deserve the gun to the face.

Eddie's a good guy.

Poor Eddie. Can't even hear his own scream of frustration at his shitty neighbor.

Also, Drake is giving Supervillain vibes.

"No need to be frightened," my ass.

Starting human trials the minute a single animal trial is successful.

And now he's twisting the Christian Bible to suit his needs. Just like Christans

Poor Issac was not prepared to be possessed by a symbiote.

Ope, now he's dead.

Doris! She's cool.

Eddie won't even give her the time of day.

It's kinda funny. If we ignore the context of why she's approached Eddie.

I love Eddie.

Doris is having none of his shit.

It's funny.

Maria!��🙀😿

Hi Venom.

Eddie is suddenly a lot stronger than he remembers and is very confused.

He's also very thirsty and very hungry.

I wonder how much fun Tom Hardy had with this role.

Venom: "Eddie."

Eddie: "Wtf?!!"

Basically their first meeting: Venom: Oogily Boogily Bitch!!

I mistook the other symbiote as Venom. Forgive me. Either way, I maintain that Venom is a dramatic bitch.

Poor Eddie did not sign up for this.

Dan is chill.

Poor Venom does not like the MRI.

Poor Eddie.

I love Venom. He's a little murder puppy.

Don't do it, Doris! Don't trust him!

Damn it.

I told ya not to.

I know Eddie's from NYC, living in LA, but he's such a Midwesterner

Is being restrained to a wall, I foot in the air: "You have a brain tumor, Eddie."

I love him so much.

I also love his bike.

Look at Venom keeping Eddie alive!

Venom!!! Look who's come out to play!

Venom has no lips. Hos smile is literally all teeth

Also, him threatening Eddie to cooperate or die as if they don't become best friends (friends with benefits in the comics.....kinda) is based.

I'm literally Eddie, dude!! 🤣🤣

"Jump." doesn't jump. "Pussy."

Also, Eddie and Venom working in tandem after only knowing each other for two hours at most is amazing. I wish I had a friend like that.

DC reference!!

Venom is an anti hero.

I'm sending a pattern with some of my favorite characters. Deadpool, Red Hood, Venom.... they're all anti heros.

I love Venom and Eddie. They're besties already.

Drake just got a symbiote.

Venom doesn't like Dan. He likes Anne, though.

"What happened to 'we'?" "We're done."

Eddie, you sound like you just broke up with him.

Venom, do nOT-! And he's possessed the dog.

Smh.

Comic Book Eddie is a monster fucker!!🤣🤣

Drake, stfu.

Your symbiote said "I" before you corrected him to "We". You are expendable to him, Drake.

Anne as Venom!!

Venom made Anne and Eddie kiss!

.........I can see how similar comic and movie Eddie are.........whether on purpose or on accident.

"What made you change your mind?"

"You did, Eddie."

They are in love, your honor!

Or they could just be besties to the end. Either way, they have a great relationship and I love them.

Eddie!🙀

Venom, hurry and save him!!

Yay!!!!

I think he's angy...

You can't just save the world and peace out like that, Venom!! That's not how that works.

I can't wait for Along Came A Spider to come out.

Venom's playing wingman for Eddie. He's failing, but he's trying and it's based.

Stan Lee Cameo!!!

Eddie setting ground rules?

Venom following them?

Eddie allowing Venom to eat bad people?

Amazing.

"Bad guy?"

"Yep."

Venom threatening Bad Guy™ by calling him a turd and then eating him is so funny.

"We are Venom."

I love it.

[midwestmade29]

Recovery 🤕

To Anonymous: I hope you enjoy what I came up with! I appreciate you sending in your request 🥰 I wasn’t sure if you wanted any spice in it or not, so I kept it fluffy just incase 😂

No disclaimers really. Maybe a couple curse words and mentions of being injured/in pain. Read at your own discretion!

Word count: 1,099

Divider by: Me 🙂

Side note: For accuracy, I looked up some info about the injury he had and how he took care of it. The little bit I found said that he did not have surgery and just did rehab for it instead. I wanted to clarify why I wrote what I did about his injury in the story 🤪

Original anonymous request: "So we all know that all those months ago when Christian was out of action that he had to have surgery when he was injured. Anyway I can send a request about his Fiancé (Who happens to be the women’s champion at the time, I can see her having like a Dr. Britt Baker reign) taking care of her hubby while also juggling work and their kid(s) (because we all know he has Isla but it’s up to you if they have more kids than just Isla!)"

With Christian being injured, you do your best to keep things running smoothly…

Your phone started ringing in your hand as you were about to walk out of your hotel room. Your face lit up when you saw that it was Christian trying to Facetime you! He had his MRI scan this morning to see the extent of his triceps injury and was likely calling to fill you in on the details. You hated missing his appointment, but being the women’s AEW world champion, you were in high demand right now! Missing out on any appearance or promo would be harmful to the amazing run you’re on right now, so you had to show up for Dynamite tonight. Christian completely understood the position you were in and encouraged you to go, supporting you 100%. You only agreed to make the trip since it would be a short one, and Christian promised to tell you everything about his appointment. You answered the Facetime call eagerly, but your smile faded when you saw the glum look on his face. “Hi baby. I just got home from my scan, and it was about what I expected it to be. I tore my triceps.” Christian said somberly. You could hear the frustration and the gloom in his voice, and it made your heart ache. Your voice cracked slightly when you spoke, “I’m so sorry Christian! I absolutely hate that for you! Does it require surgery?!” “Surgery is an option and so is just rehabbing it. Either way I’ll be out for months with my arm in a sling. It couldn’t have happened at a worse time, you know? Maybe I could’ve been more careful or taken more precautions to protect-“ he explained, but you cut him off. “No, you’re not going down that path. I won’t let you worry about the what ifs and could have been. I wish I could make it better, but I know you’ll get through this and come back better than before. I’m with you every step of the way, no matter what! We can’t change what happened, the only thing to do now is to move forward and start planning the best return in company history!”

Seeing Christian grimace in pain nearly broke your heart watching him do his at home exercises his physical therapist told him to do. He was working his ass off trying to do whatever he needed to do to get him back at 100% faster. His determination was inspiring! “Dinner is almost ready baby! Why don’t you take a break and rest for a minute? I’ll get your plate ready for you and grab you some ice for your arm,” you called out to him from the kitchen. Christian sat down at the table with a deep scowl on his face, and you tried to lighten the mood with a joke, “Well, look at it this way, you’ll be ambidextrous by the time you’re all healed!” but it fell flat when the food he had on his fork slid off and onto the floor. He tried to bend over and pick it up but hissed through his teeth from the sudden pain that he felt from his elbow up. “Here, let me get it!” you offered. When you looked up at Christian after you picked up what he dropped, he was rubbing his eyes with his fingers. You stood and sat the dirty napkin on the table before sliding your way onto his lap. He nuzzled his face into your neck, your words seeming to comfort him when you spoke softly, “I can only imagine how irritating this is for you. Not to mention how painful it must be. I see your effort and the hard work you’re putting in, and I’m so proud of you for sticking with your physical therapy and following the doctor’s orders! I’m here for you baby. It’s okay to let me help you when you need it! In sickness and in health, remember?”

Christian rarely complained throughout his recovery. He was getting better about letting you help him, and with certain tasks he was more than happy to let you take over. You often helped him shower since he couldn’t lift or extend his arm very well, washing his hair for him and getting all the spots he couldn’t reach with a washcloth. You tried your best to work around your travel schedule so you could make sure you were at Christian’s doctor’s appointments since you still felt guilty about not being at his first one. After getting some disheartening news from his doctor, Christian had reached a breaking point. During the car ride home, he vented to you about his struggles and everything else in between. “I can’t even hug you or Isla properly! I can’t dress myself without your help, can’t play certain games or do certain activities with Isla like we used to, and I’m so sick of not being able to sleep properly because I can’t lay on this arm! The simplest of tasks are still difficult for me to do! You have extra weight on your shoulders having to take care of me and Isla all while maintaining our home and traveling with AEW. I really don’t know how you do it!”

There were many things you had to juggle being a wife, bonus mom and world champion. Most nights you were exhausted, sore from wrestling and frustrated with yourself when you didn’t get the housework done you wanted to. Your days off were filled with dr. appointments, making sure Isla was taken care of and had everything she needed, running errands, making phone calls, paying bills, and helping Christian with whatever he needed. Your most recent title defense left you with a small injury of your own, but you didn’t let it slow you down! Christian was on the mend now and getting better and stronger every day! He was incredibly thankful for your love and support through his recovery. It was nice having him next to you on the airplanes again when you traveled together for work! He eventually made his surprise return on Dynamite after being sidelined for months due to his injury. Behind the scenes when the cameras were off, he credited you for keeping him sane through it all and helping him through the difficult times. When you walked up behind him after you did a pre taping, you overheard him singing your praises to another wrestler, “I’m still not sure how she did it all! She took care of me and Isla while handling everything else in between. Y/N is a champion in and outside of the ring!”

[starjxsung]

HEY STAR!!! so remember how I promised to spill about my injury updates??? umm I finally got some answers, which I'm excited about but everyone else seems nervous about lmao 😭 so basically I've had really bad knee pain for like, half my life and no one knew what it was. i recently had MRIs and I just had my follow up today so yayyy! the doctor was also kinda fine so that's a bonus 🤭 but I went with my dad since I'm back home rn and the doctor told us that he can see a few different issues from my X-rays and MRIs, and on their own, they wouldn't be a big deal. buttt since I have them all, they're causing lots of issues. he literally called me complex 💀 and he walked us through a couple surgeries that he thinks could help the problem. the one he thinks would help the most is kinda a lot 😀 basically he wants to cut through my femur, realign it so it's straight, and hold it in place with a plate and screws.... so yeah. and if I do end up going with that one, he'd do the left first, let it recover, and if it works well and heals nicely, he'd go back in to do my right. tbh I'm not really concerned about the actual surgery cutting into my leg amd sawing through my bone part, but I'm more worried about the recovery time especially because i play softball. but also I'm just glad to finally get answers after so long of doctors just telling me "yeah, there's something wrong, let's do physical therapy and see if it helps" FOR NINE+ YEARS 😭 like yeah atp i dont think its helping very much, is it?

but anyways I bought my ATE album and I'm excited for that. I MISSED YOU STAR BBY IM SO EXCITED TO FINALLY FILL YOU IN! HOW ARE YOU???

my kitties say hello 💕💕💕

OH MY GOD????((( I mean I’m so glad you finally got some answers and that they were able to find an underlying cause but that sounds so intense ☹️☹️☹️☹️ have you scheduled the surgery yet or are you still deciding whether you want to get it? Also what IS the recovery time??? I’m so sorry bby that sounds really rough ☹️ especially since you play softball!!!! Keep me posted on whether you go through with it aaaaaa I’m rooting for you so hard and I’m sending you all my love and healing vibes ☹️🫶🫶🫶🫶 I will deadass send flowers to your hospital room I LOVE U 💐🌻🌷🪻🌹

ALSO MY ATE ALBUM SHIPPED YURRRRR comeback this week it doesn’t even feel real 😭😭 I’m seeing Ateez tonight and then flying to LA to see them again and then Lolla the week after next and I’m crazy busy at work AAAAA I’m so stressed but also just excited for everything and I wish I could take a month off just to sleep after all my shows 😭 ALSO HELLO TO UR KITTIES WOWOWOWOW THEY’RE SO CUTIE

I love u so much angel baby keep me posted on everything I’m rooting for u so hard !!!!!!!!! LOVE UUUUUU happy skz comeback week take care of yourself for me 👼🫶🫶🫶🫶❤️ here’s momo who’s also cheering for u

[on-sinkingships]

tagged by @mossistyping thank you!!!

last song: Blowing Smoke by Gracie Abrams ! (i have been going through it with a boy lol and its too relatable)

favourite colour: blue

currently watching: i have been waiting for the new season of Emily in Paris (it's my guilty pleasure!!) and also I have been watching Last Week Tonight. I always watch Last Week Tonight.

last movie: Legally Blonde ! (it made me think of doing a lestappen au) just before that I watched Anyone But You and was very surprised that it was just a Much Ado remake lol

sweet/spicy/savoury: sweet always. i have the biggest sweet tooth of anyone i know.

relationship status: single (and going through it tbh)

current obsession: well F1...but also i've been really into lotr recently!

last thing you googled: oh this is really lame but a video explainer of the physics behind an MRI machine for my neuroimaging research methods homework (i decided to do a medical physics class this semester and it has been so interesting but it is also taking up all of my time)

tagging @formulaocean @13834 @toppamplemousse

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

So you said when you first saw a glimpse of Michael on that leak that it would be hard for you to be attracted to him (if it wasn’t Ewan)— after seeing the movie, where do you stand now? Did he make a better/worse impression? Do you think this character might be harder to write for than other Ewan roles?

Speaking of which, have you ranked your Ewan roles least to most fav yet? If you haven’t, may I please hear them, Ange? 🥰

I feel like I haven’t stopped by and checked in a while. How have you been? I hope things have been well and life has been treating you kindly! I’ve loved hearing your thoughts about the movie, and excited to read your take on the upcoming Michael fics. Hope you’re staying safe and healthy, my friend! 🩶🩶

-Hannah Montana anon

If Ewan wasn't the actor playing him, I would have zero physical attraction to Michael. His personality is fascinating, but more so in a "I would like to hook you up to an MRI scan and see what stimulates your brain" than a "I want to tear all of your clothes off" way.

He's different to what I was anticipating, and I think I will find him more of a challenge to write for than other Ewan characters whose screentime has also been brief. I've written fics for extremely minor characters like Genyen, Abraham and Ettore, but those characters all have a pivotal, defining moment - Genyen robs someone and runs away before getting caught, Abraham murders someone with a fireplace poker and gets caught, Ettore tries to rape someone. Michael doesn't have that moment of "oomph", he has four scenes where he behaves like an asshole (although in one you end up feeling quite sorry for him) and then he disappears. I feel like I am very much still getting to know him.

In terms of my favourites in order: Osferth, Tom, Aemond, Billy Washington, Abraham, Billy Taylor, Genyen, Ettore, Michael.

I am okay! Drowning in work at the moment, and not finding as much time (or motivation) to write as I'd like. However, I am almost done with the final chapter of Rev. 22:20 and hoping to have it posted tonight. I'm also off of work from Friday and don't go back until the 20th, so lots of time to write when I'm not walking the dog or doing life admin!

I have a list of Michael Gavey fics I want to read, once I've finished part one of mine, by @flowerandblood @valeskafics and @helaelaemond - I should reblog them to somewhere, but it's more fun to recite them to myself in my head, like Arya does with her kill list, each day so I don't forget them!

Hope life is treating you kindly and you are finding time to do things that make you happy! Lots of love to you xoxo

[vex03]

despite everything, i’m really hopeful about how things will be after this whole specific health situation has been dealt with. at current i sleep 16+ hours a day. it’s absolutely debilitating- but there’s a good possibility that the thing they found in my head? on accident?? is what’s been causing me absolute mortal anguish for the past 4 years??? and treating it will get rid of those problems???? how lucky am i truly :))

i want to be strong. i want to have the energy to follow through with my ideas. i have so much brewing in my head. things to knit, rugs to tuft, streams to.. stream? idk. the “content” of it all has become increasingly unappealing. i just want to make interesting and probably entertaining things that people enjoy. i have so many youtube video ideas… at the very least i should go ahead start vlogging and edit it all super cool- despite the fact i don’t really enjoy editing at all anymore, i’m still good at it and i’ll be as cocky as i fucking want about that >:) also it would be sooooooo dramatic to start vlogging before i have more solid info about Her (this is how i have just decided i will permanently refer to ms. tumor. deal with it please) and then get to drop a video in a month called “serious announcement.” or some shit… ohhh the drama.. oh the intrigue…… like hey man if this shit is gonna make me suffer, i’m gonna fuckin capitalize on it. i got a brain tumor. use code saucy for 10% off your gamersupps purchases at gamersupps.gg/saucy . optimization motherfucker.

anyways, i have a wonderful support system that is helping me have a really lovely time from now thru the next mri- we got Capital F Fucked up tonight. i am nervous and anticipating feeling positively terrible after that imaging because i suffered after the previous one, and the screenings after that will inevitably make things even worse. and then after those, who knows how they’re going to actually treat it… but truly i’ve survived this long, what’s a couple terrible final weeks to top it all off before fatigue free bliss?

i started publishing my thoughts again here (hashtag girlblogging) to try and overcome some creative blockages, and i wanted to keep things as meta as possible… but it’s so eye opening how much something the size of a blueberry being where it shouldn’t be has changed my outlook on things so quickly.

can’t wait to have more energy soon, i have so much to make

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