#and I feel bad that I'm not able to actually help out the ppl who ask me for things yk

[phagodyke]

aouuugh my uterus......

[mosspapi]

Smth kinda odd I've noticed since becoming much more noticeably physically disabled over the last few years is that everyone is far more likely to assume I'm unhoused than not. Like housed* people treat me with much more contempt than the pity they used to and I've gotten my fair share of second glances from "peace officers" at the train station n whatnot, and unhoused* people start conversations with me and ask me for things way more often than they used to. It doesn't Bother me /gen, it's just kinda strange and I don't entirely know what's caused the shift. And I guess it's interesting how the intersection of disabled and impoverished/unhoused/etc is so vast and pervasive that it actually IS more likely for me be in a worse position than I currently am, so that's what people default to.

* I know you can't tell just by looking at someone whether or not they're homeless/unhoused, I just mean based off each specific context/situation it's more likely that they'd be one or the other

[sepiasys]

I'm so scares of the volunteer roles due to lack of confidence 🫠

So the food serving thingy has two roles: cooking/prepping food, and writing orders and keeping track of who got food.

The first I'm not very confident in but would like to try eventually. The second one is compared to another kind of volunteer role, which is greeting ppls at the food bank and maybe serving stuff if requested and just helping ppl out in front of the building/outside. It says strong customer service skills are necessary for the role as well as being able to work with a diverse amount of ppl 🥺

And I would wanna do that if it's similar to the other one if it'll help me out, since the food serving thing is only two other ppl helping out the manager. But I have no experience with customer service and my social skills are SHOT! Also de-escalation and understanding of trauma are mentioned as helpful for the role 🥲 Idk if I'm good with de-escalation, best I could do was my family and even then they RLLY liked to NOT LISTEN to me when I gave em advice to calm down (like separating physically while they were both pissed off--I swear mom was rlly immature about it when I was trying to help my bro because HE IS A CHILD!!). And trauma. I mean I have *experience* but do I know how to handle **others** with trauma? No, no not rlly 🥲

Hhhhhh telling myself I just need to jump into it. Doesn't help that I watched a bartending video thing. Sink or swim. I'm so scared of sinking ;-; I'm scared of if they see me as pathetic and useless despite it being a volunteer thing!!

Fuck I just need to like. Work on the days that they're not serving ppl, not open to the public. So 3 specific days. And then I need to go from that to working on days that ARE busy, but I'm still not interacting with the public public yet. And then I need to ease into working with the public via the front of house roles. And then I can do whatever I want at that point ig-

God I want to start doing stuff now but I can't because I haven't been told if I need to do anything specific 🥺 I have shifts scheduled for after the event, bc it's in a week, and that's for the one role I feel like is probably rlly easy? Probably? And I just. Hhhh. The most info I have actually comes from a training video for a semi-unrelated role, bc it shows what I assume is made/left by the role I signed up for?

Hhhhh a lot. A lot is going on rn. A lot of serious planning and preparation and I'm trying really hard to not be a tight little ball of rubber bands (incredibly stressed out) about it. But it's hard not to. Especially when half of my stress comes from my roommate(s).

Fuck I just. Need to wait. Because that's what EVERYONE says. That things take time. I just need to wait for the time to do these things. Wait.

As if that hasn't been detrimental to me my entire life.

[whitefeathers]

perv!butcher who gets handsy with you but of course he can, hes the leader!

mdni. DARK CONTENT WARNING, READ MY PINNED POST BEFORE CONTINUING. cw: manipulation, dubiously consensual/non con touching but reader is into it, abuse of power. Choking, somnophilia. Daddy kink. Massive daddy issues and butcher is a father figure to u in this, heavy on the taboo and age diff. <3 im down to make a part 2 to this if ppl are interested too ! w/c: 1.2k

Butcher isn't a nice man. He's ruthless, does what he wants, whenever he wants - he's definitely got some sort of conscience in there, but it's drowned out by the primary emotion that drives him. Lust. It's usually for blood, but this time, it's for you.

A pretty young thing, definitely not dumb but definitely inexperienced. Sometimes you don't know when to shut your mouth, too excitable and bubbly, too full of energy. You mean well, you do. But when Butcher already has a headache, your begging to take temp V is driving him mad.

"I'll be okay, it won't hurt me, I could just have cool powers like you, and it'll be all over the next day! It could really help, we don't know what I'd be able to do and it could be something helpful!"

You're sat next to Butcher on the deflated couch in the pawn shop basement, only the pair of you there. You're sat with your legs crossed facing him, gesturing with your words, while Butcher is sat with his legs spread wide, pinching the bridge of his nose, facing directly ahead at the TV. He sighs, turning his head to look at you.

"Fucccck no. You ain't havin' any, end of story. Give 'ers a bit of peace and quiet, will ya? Me 'ead is banging, yer yapping isn't helping."

"I'm not yapping, I'm trying to help..." You murmur, dejected. You turn to face away from Butcher, frustrated and feeling like he doesn't trust you. He watches as the dull light from the TV illuminates your face, trying so hard to look calm and collected. Butcher sees right through you. He knows you need his approval like air.

Butcher sighs again. He's a horrible, fucked up man. He's about thirty years your senior. Fuck it, he'll blame the V for how he's acting if anyone pulls him up on it. If anyone dares. He's the leader, he can do what he likes.

"Look, c'mere. Ya wanna help? Sit,"

"Sit...?" You meet his eyes, eyebrows furrowed. Butcher is unwavering, and he looks scary. His eye contact is intense, and you choose to look down at his chain and his sweater instead.

"Yeah. Sit. Didn't stutter, did I? C'mere," your gaze follows his hand (so large that it's practically a paw) as he pats his strong upper thigh. Your head and your heart race, and you stay still.

"Isn't that... um... inappropriate?" You've always seen him as a mentor, a leader, a father figure. Of course you've had some thoughts, but you've shoved them down deep enough to silence them. He's practically your dad - and old enough to be, too. This is wrong.

Like a dam breaking, all those thoughts suddenly surface. Flickers of Butcher's strong, veiny hands, his rough lips, his even rougher voice calling you a good girl. Fuck, this is bad.

"Surely is. Stop ya whinin' though and give me what I want, yeah?"

You shakily stand up, nodding. You always want to make him proud, and deep down you know you want this - whatever this is. It could be anything from a cuddle to a punch in the gut. Butcher is a live wire.

You settle yourself in his lap, hovering by putting most of your weight on your white-socked feet still planted on the ground. Up this close, Butcher is all you can smell. Heady, masculine, intense. Like testosterone, sweat, and leather. You know it should gross you out but it doesn't.

Butcher's large arm manhandling you so your back is to his chest makes you gasp. He's overpowering and rough, too strong for his own good, too arrogant and self-serving. His hand wraps around to suddenly grip your throat, feeling your pulse but not choking you. Just holding. Your heart jumps into your throat. He might actually just kill you right here.

"You're nervous. Scared I'm gonna hurt ya, sweetheart? Scared I'm gonna make ya cry?" Your eyes flutter closed, and you nod, terrified. He's whispering into your ear, a dark growl. You can feel his warm breath against your neck, smelling like cigarette smoke and mint. His other arm is around your waist, keeping you close to him. Making it so you can't get away.

"Not gonna hurt ya. You want this too," Butcher takes a deep inhale, nostils flaring and eyes fluttering shut. The V has given him an increased sense of smell, and with your legs slightly spread, he can smell exactly what you've been desperate to hide.

"Yeah, you want this too. Can smell ya dripping. This little cunt want daddy, yeah?" Butcher laughs cruelly when his words make your breath stutter and a new gush of wetness to soak your panties, intensifying the smell of pussy that is driving him mad. He takes another deep inhale, and you try to shut your legs, only for Butcher to force them back open with a heavy palm, slapping the soft jiggle of your thigh through your cargos. Mean.

"No, no. No, no, baby, nuh uh. Nope. Don't fuck me about. You're on my team, and you're mine. You want a daddy? I'll be your daddy," you shake your head no, and Butcher coos.

"No? Don't want a daddy?"

"Don' want any daddy, want you," you whisper. "'S always been you."

He groans and adjusts you in his lap so you're even closer to him, and his lips are on your neck by his fingers, just resting. You can feel him now, hard against your ass. Fuck, either he's carrying a gun in his pants, or he's huge.

"Thaaat's right. Always been me. Picked ya up off the street, ya own dad ain't know how to treat ya. I do though. Know what brats like you need," his hand on your throat tightens, cutting off the circulation to your head and making you go dizzy. His lips move up, his tongue softly licking that spot where your neck meets your jaw.

"Need an older man to look after you. Need a good stuffin' to stop you gettin' all gobby. You've been giving me such a headache, princess. Gonna fuck that mouth outta ya. Just gotta have you passed out for it, yeah?"

You struggle to breathe, panicking. Passed out? Why? Your eyes start to flutter closed and Butcher's voice starts to echo in your head, feeling both a million miles away and right inside the pulse of your clit at the same time.

"Stupid lil cunt for daddy. Ya won't be able to take me when you're awake, so I just gotta force it while you're out... sleep now, sweetheart. Shhh." he coos as your vision goes spotty, and you go limp in his lap. Once he's sure you're out cold, he lays you down on the couch, and gets to work using you just how he's always wanted.

He's a deeply fucked up man, but it's not his fault you make such a perfect daddy's girl.

[aeturnum-mendacacium]

i headcannon dick as Romani but when but I also think that he wasn't able to embrace his roots very well because of their ethnicity and it would have dwindled their audience and have ppl be racist against them and mocking the flying Graysons when they speak their language so I imagine when dick was growing up he grew up calling his father 'dada' and his mother 'mama' ( he was like,9, he'll yeah he's gonna call them that, also dada cause he never grew out of his toddler words cause it just stuck to him )cause that was better recieved by everyone who were assholes(not the circus ppl btw, I'm talking about the audience) especially cause they were in a traveling circus so they really wanted to keep people still coming to their show.

But after their deaths happened and Bruce took him in, and after he properly understood that Bruce wasn't trying to replace his pa and that it was okay for him to have another dad and not feel bad about it, he was finnally ready to accept Bruce as a father, so he started calling him 'dad' (and yes Bruce cried the first 2 times), but after he wanted to step out of his shadow and find himself he stopped talking to him for a while and wanted to find himself as a independent man. And most of all the word 'dad' became a sore spot for both of them after in a fight he told him how he felt overshadowed by him and separated from who he was supposed to be, separated from his origin and raised as of his ethnicity was something to be ashamed of and how even though he knew the language he still felt "white-washed " and how it felt like this wasn't really him.(Ooo that's a bad spot)

(Bruce thought he had accidentally manipulated dick to accept him as a father by not letting him find himself and how that dick right now wasnt how he wanted to be like and supposed to be like, and deep down he was scared that after he finnally realised who he was, he would realise that he didn't want Bruce as his dad after all)

When they finnally got back on talking terms though, after both of them apologised to eachother, and he actually became closer to his roots he started calling Bruce 'Tati', because he wanted to let him know, that now that he has found himself,after all that change he still wants Bruce to be his father.

So now when he's referring to everyone he calls Bruce his dad 'dad we need help!' 'dad please' but when he calls Bruce Tati he's calling for HIS dad, not as his eldest , but as his kid, as his son, cause Bruce might be 'b' most of the time, he might be 'dad' for when all of them are scared, when they need help, but Bruce is HIS Tati, when he calls Bruce Tati that's HIS father, when he calls Bruce that ,it's dick Grayson's Tati, not anyone else's, Richard Grayson's.

[msallurea]

The Loa community is dying..and it's yall fault

I wanna say something sooooo bad with the stuff I'm seeing going on in loa community rn but ima wait it out. Ik yall know what I'm talkin about but all ima say is this is exactly why I've decided to stop answering asks like that as well as just taking pics of things ik I manifested cuz man..

In this community it's a double edged sword you're literally damned if u do and damned if u don't and ngl I'm starting to see why so many of my fav bloggers left especially if they were the ones who manifested they dream life. Don't nobody wanna be in a environment that's meant to be happy and fun that in reality is toxic and draining asf. Yall literally take the fun out of manifestation and it just pmo so much. Literally I think the only reason I'm still here is so I can just shut ppl up with picture proof especially when it's manifestations I know I genuinely intentionally wanted.

Those who know me know I got picture proof of my own success stories on my page of things I've manifested I actually thought about posting more but ima wait cuz I'm doing stuff. However what I will say is, if you are in this community especially if you're a blogger don't let nobody ever bully u out of your own comfort. If u do not feel safe after you've shared your success all because some nobody wanna say it's not real and now it feels like you're putting your life in jeopardy pls do not continue because I can guarantee if the roles were reversed it's a lot of ppl that would not be able to handle that kinda pressure, backlash and toxicity.

Ima leave it at that but I'm just peeping stuff and it's just really pissin me off frfr like yall are so fucking disrespectful it's not even funny no more and then ppl wonder why don't nobody wanna help u guys when it comes to loa like look at what yall do. These bloggers don't owe u shit and u are not entitled to a goddamn thing because again, bloggers do NOT have to help you nor do they HAVE to answer yo questions and this ain't just in the loa community but I've noticed it in the beauty/femininity community as well yall just keep disrespecting these bloggers then will look shock when u have no more bloggers left and now u wondering why nobody here anymore and dont nobody wanna help until a new one shows up that u have some weird ass obsession with and then the cycle continues.

[generouskittentidalwave]

Astro boy reboot, oh boy

So news of the new Astro boy reboot series broke out like WILD FIRE and as I predicted the fandom that has been waiting so long for it is very worried of how it'll turn out

But honestly

I'm actually quite hyped for it.

They removed the Miraculous creator from working on it which is a great start in my book THANK THE HEAVENS. Secondly I don't mind Astro having a girl he has feelings for at 9 as that happened in the 80s version and it was genuinely very sweet (ya know until she was found out to be a bomb and the two had to heartbreakingly seperate by her needing to be taken apart which destroyed the fandom's hearts). And he had plenty of crushes over the years so I'm not phased by it.

The only thing I hope for is that they don't make her human, because the problem with a robot child being together with a normal human child is the fact that she can age and he can't as he is permanently stuck with the mind and body of a 9 year old, so OOOO THAT RELATIONSHIP WILL BE *BAD* IN THE LONG RUN IF THEY MAKE THE RELATIONSHIP A PERMANENT THING AND NOT TEMPORARY.

Now to talk about some other things, I am actually really excited for the plot. It's a very slept on plot on the idea that Astro has to keep his robot identity secret from others to blend in as human and sometimes not even discovering he is a robot himself till later as usually unless told or shown otherwise Astro is mistaken to be a normal human child. That idea of self discovery and finding about who you are, who can from, and who you decide to be is a core trait for Astro and I find the plot as a cool way to show that.

And speaking of which, the elephant in the room. Tobio. By the looks of the plot it makes it known that Astro is gonna have the hero name be Astro when he is fighting and will most likely be called Atom by others AND I HOPE I PRAY TEZUKA GOD OF MANGA YOU BETTER HELP HERE I HOPE that they actually keep in and address the fact that Astro/robot Tobio is a robotic replacement by a father gone mad of his 9 year old dying in a tragic car accident as it's a CORE part of his character. The implication that robot Tobio has been living as a replacement in this series and is discovering himself and who he truly is by becoming Astro would be SO COOL

Lastly, the cgi, ima be honest it looks pretty decent. I like the way it looks as we could've gotten something so much worse if it was animated like Miraculous believe me. It looks bright, cartoony and colorful which ppl associate with it causing stir for it being aimed towards kids but the original Astro boy was also aimed towards kids in that same goofy cartoon style. What made it memorable was the story, the meaning, how a goofy and silly looking manga who could hold such darkness and truth and bringing to light deep societal and human issues while dealing with the inner turmoil of a boy trying to find out who he truly is beyond what he was made for. That he isn't a replacement, that he isn't just a robot. So as long as they are able or atleast TRY to hit that mark, then that's what matters to me more than the style.

In conclusion, it's just the pitch idea mind you, just a summed up concept. Everything is subject to be changed and tweaked as things get made and processed. For all we know it could end up being something completely different. The fandom has a reason to be on edge but we should be atleast a bit more open minded towards it until we see it in action it might not be another 2003 but it's definetly no 2009. And as for the ones working on it with both Tezuka productions and the fandom holding them at gunpoint over a series we've waited nearly a decade for, that better encourage them to give out one hell of a series.

Also Tenma and Oshan better be the same divorced science dads we all know and love or I swear to god-

[divinelolita]

heyyy boo boo bear🥰🥰🥰

so i finally thought of smth(kinda did i alr send this) AHEM full band(separately headcannons cause aint nobody wanna write alat) with s bf who is a BIG ASS ppl pleaser(wait wait this aint the main idea)

so

imagine reader prolly always gets his back blown out but he's always giving the aftercare(like them mfs dont have a choice) and on one particular round or smth reader didn't tell them to stop when he started to feel lightheaded n shit cause he could hear them whispering how good this was etc etc so he was about to pass out or smth like that(he didn't he survived) yet he STILL offered to give aftercare like a mf idiot(me)

ANYWAY im in school but i had to give u this idea frfr

BAND X PEOPLE PLEASER READER

HELP I THOUGHT THIS WAS GONNA BE PURE FLUFF UNTIL I GOT TO THE FUCKING BACK BLOWN OUTTTTT

(contains nsfw themes so if you don't like that don't read)

BILL:

・He's 50/50 on noticing small things like this

・But he's in such a euphoric state, whimpers leaving his lips as he rams into you with his hands wrapped around your waist

・Listening to you tell him how good he is, but over time your words die down and eventually your silent.

・He can barley ask if your okay, nearly stopping his movements. He would've stopped completely if it weren't for you telling him to keep going. As long as he felt good, right?

・After climax (EWWWAHHH) he leans knto your neck, smiling as he hears you begin to ask that amazing question

"Wanna go show-"

"yes."

・He just likes your fingers running through his hair, massaging his scalp as you rub the conditioner in.

・He's been itching to ask if you were really okay, he doesn't want to seem too worried or overreactive. He can already feel tears prickling his eyes as yo hesitate to ask at the startxbefore admitting to feeling ill.

・God fucking damn it..I should've stopped I-"

"It's not your fault, babe.."

・Cuddling you for the rest of the day (or night), not being able to take his hands off you as he tries to make it up to you.

・No like...literally can't take his hands off you. If you eat later that day he seats you on his lap.

TOM:

・He gets caught up in his own pleasure.

・Like he won't really notice it when you slowly stop responding, or when you go a little too limp

・He's in some sorta headspace 😭

・Whispering to you how good you feel around him, how perfect you are..

・After allat, he eventually snaps out of it and notices how your barley making any noise or aren't talking

"M/N? .. M/N you okay???"

"Hmmm..? Yeah I'm good..wanna take a bath with me.?"

・During aftercare he keeps asking if you're okay under his breath, kissing your cheeks as you rest in the tub together.

・If you actually confess to feeling ill or lightheaded his heart stops for a second

・HE ACTUALLY FEELS SO BAD STOPPP

・Like he'd kinda try to hide it, but eventually emotions get the best of him and soon enough he's holding back tears apologizing to you kissing over your neck, ignoring you when you say you were fine.

GEORG:

・Like Tom, he's not exactly the best..

・Telling you how good you are for him under his breath, not exactly noticing you slowly stopped responding.

・Can't help but feel concerned, unsure if he should stop or keep going

・He nearly did, but your hand gripped his thigh to stop him from pulling out so..

・Afterwards he puts on your favorite show/movie, snuggling against you as he leaves kisses on your forehead.

・Doesn't ease into it and just asks you flat out.

"Were you okay..?"

"What-"

"yes or no."

・no

・He feels a lump build at the back of his throat, yet he still tries to talk to you

・Asking when or what made you feel this way, making sure he would never do this to you again

・He feels bad about it a few days later, even with your constant worss that you were okay

・He's scared to have sex with you again for a little...THAT SOUNDS SO WEIRD BUT IT'S TRUE?

・Like I said- he doesn't want to put you through that again

・but likeeee you need that dick so you convince him and it all works out

GUSTAV:

・HE'S TOO SWEET STOP

・He's quite good at noticing things like these.

・Stopping his movements when you start to look..off. Or when you just stop making noise completely.

・Ignoring your soft whine of protest, asking you "Are you good..?" ..no you're not. you're gonna say you're not and -

"Yeah I'm fine...keep going please..!"

・Hesitate before going back to his pace he was at before, kissing your chest and neck as his fingers go down your waist and tickles down your thighs

・Still concerned he can't really hear your moans or whines, but you said you wanted more so he should continue..

・He's sooxfucking tired after sex omg..hes surprised when you ask to give aftercare

"Are you sure? You don't wanna like..sleep?"

"No, no. Let's go get water or something."

・Giving you an aspirin and a water bottle as he gets a piece of candy, not being able to take his eyes off you as he contemplates if he should ask if your okay.

・he does. you answer.

・HE WANTS TO CRY WHAT

・Like..he made you feel lightheaded? He made you nearly pass out? He made you sick?

・Can't even bother to look at himself or think about him, only focusing on you and your needs as he spoils you rotten.

[augustghosts]

The Best Thank you

Tommy Miller x fem!reader

On that night in 2003, Tommy calls his girlfriend instead of Joel. 

(let's pretend the literal apocalypse doesn’t happen for this one, ok?) 

 I started writing this like a week ago before ep 6 and after seeing ep 6 I haven't been able to stop thinking about tommy fucking miller. Anyways, this ends kind of abruptly because i’m bad at endings lol. And this is the worst title ever, I couldn't think of one. Hope you enjoy <3

Warnings: 18+ so minors dni pls, not proofread so lmk if u spot any mistakes lmao. Lots of pet names. Established relationship, ppl in love n all that. Oral (f receiving), unprotected sex. Tommy defo whimpers btw.

Word count: 3.1k

“Shit!” She almost rolled her eyes at herself as she did the classic scramble around the bed in the dark for her phone. After a few seconds she grasps it, her eyes squinting as she looks over a number she doesn’t recognise. She considers not answering, it is midnight. But calls this late are usually important, right? Fuck it. 

“Hello?” She’s hesitant, but the sigh she lets out makes it sound like she’s annoyed. Tommy is nervous, he’s actually fucking nervous. After no answer from Joel, he didn’t know what else to do. He was well and truly fucked. He's leaning against a cold wall, the payphone is heavy in his hand - not as heavy as the stare the officer who’s watching him is giving him. He looks down at his boots instead and squeezes his eyes shut before replying. The sound of her voice immediately helped his situation. 

“Hey, honey!” He sounds a little too cheery, he honestly cringes at himself. He can’t tell if its the pure fucking anxiety he’s feeling because of this phone call or the alcohol. 

“Tommy? What’s wrong?” She sussed him out immediately, the sounds of his voice initially putting her at ease before she sensed the edge in it. God, he thinks, she’s so damn smart. And she knows him so well. He catches himself smiling at the just the thought of her, until he remembers where the fuck he is. 

“Yeah. I’m, uh - I'm okay.” Did he just stutter? This is one of those times he wished she didn’t have this kind of effect on him. 

“Okay?” She beckons him to continue, leaning over to her nightstand to flick the light on. Her room is illuminated revealing a pair of Tommy’s shoes by her door and some clothes he’d left there still thrown over the back of her chair. 

“Look, I'm - um.” Fuck, Tommy. Just say it. “I’m in jail.”

There’s a pause on the other end, a pause that’s a little too long and makes him think she’d hung up. He takes the phone away from his ear to glance at it, as if that would help.  Her voice is small when it finally comes through. “What?” 

“Did you actually not hear me or do you just want me to say it again?” He tries to joke. 

“Say it again.” Her voice is stern, it immediately shuts him down. 

“I’m in jail.” He sighs. 

There’s another pause before she asks: “Are you okay?”

His heart squeezes in his chest. He had expected a million sighs, a telling off or maybe even a dial tone ringing in his ear telling him she’d hung up on him. But no, of course she’s not like that. He knows that - she’s better than anyone he’d ever met. Of course his beautiful girl with her beautiful heart, who had just been woken up at midnight, was going to ask him if he was okay. 

“Yeah. I’m fine.” His voice is uncharacteristically small. 

“What happened?” 

“I don’t know. It's- you know I was at the bar and one of my buddies got into a fight and I was just helping him out. I think maybe I knocked the guy out, I don't know.” He does know. He did knock the guy out and honestly, he was pretty proud of it. But he doesn’t want to tell her that. 

“Oh, okay.” Honestly, she’s confused. Not sure why he was calling her, didn’t he have a brother? 

“Anyway, look baby, I'm sorry but I need you to help me out.” 

“How?” She asks. She’s sitting up now, and suddenly she doesn’t feel tired anymore. 

He sighs again, he really doesn’t want to be doing this. “Darlin’, I really am sorry but I need you to bail me out.” 

She’s silent again for a second, “Now?” 

“Yeah, it’s friday. If I don't get out tonight I'll be here all weekend.” He’s speaking faster now, he sounds like he’s panicking. Shit, is she really gonna do this? Of course she is. She sighs as she stands up. Tommy hears it and it makes his chest squeeze again, guilt flooding him as he speaks. “Please. I’m sorry.” 

“Which jail?” She asks - he tells her. A feeling of relief almost overtakes the guilt as he hears her shuffling around on the other end. 

“Okay.” She says, slipping her shoes on. “I’ll be there soon.” 

“Shit, thank you sweetheart. I��ll make it up to you.” He promises. She doesn’t respond - the line goes dead. Honestly, he feels like he’s getting mixed signals. Was she mad? Was she upset? He couldn’t tell. Fuck Joel for not answering.

Half an hour later she’s pulling up in front of the station. Her heart is beating faster than ever, maybe she should have left him here over the weekend. Taught him a damn lesson. She knows she doesn’t mean that, but she seriously considers it as she gets out of her car. The place is weirdly empty for a Friday night, a few people sitting on chairs in front of the desk. Only two people sitting behind said desk, she had expected it to be a lot crazier. Maybe the crazy is happening where Tommy is, somewhere in the back. In just a few minutes after a conversation at the desk Tommy is walking towards her. He looks more nervous than she’s ever seen him. His usual cocky and confident demeanor, which she loves so much, has been replaced by guilt and embarrassment. She stands with her arms crossed as she waits, watching as he’s handed back his phone and wallet. 

“Hey.” He says as he turns to her, he almost wishes he could go back inside. 

“Hi.” She replies, she turns and leaves. He follows, already going through an apology speech in his head. When they get outside she stops by her car, turning to face him. 

“Baby, look, I'm sorry. I-” He starts his speech but is cut off by her soft hands grasping his face. Her hands are warm on his cheeks and he brings his own hand up to rest on top of hers. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She asks. He nods, his gorgeous brown eyes wide as he anticipates what she’s going to do next. She surprises him by leaning up to kiss him, pulling his head down to meet her lips. He sighs as she kisses him softly, his hands wrap around her middle - he pulls her as close as he can. He had been contemplating tonight being the end of this, all his worries that he had disappointed her melting away as he felt her smile against his lips. 

“You’re an idiot.” She mumbled against his skin as she pressed a kiss to his cheek. He mirrored the grin on her face as he pulled away from her, she was still holding his face lovingly. 

“I know.” He smirked. Shit, even after all this - a night of drinking, an apparent bar fight and a few hours in jail, he still looked gorgeous. 

“So, am I taking you home or?” She trailed off, stepping away from him and rounding her car to the drivers side. 

“Only if you’re coming with me.” 

“We’ll go to mine then. I have work in the morning.” She says, and that guilty feeling almost returns, but when he sees the smirk on her face, he mirrors it with the same amount of enthusiasm. 

When they enter her apartment, Tommy suddenly isn’t as nervous anymore. Alcohol still running through his veins and excited over the thought of getting to spend the night with his girl instead of in a fucking cell. She’s slipping her shoes off and placing her keys down on the shelf beside the door when he approaches her from behind, wrapping his arms around her - chin on her shoulder. 

“You’re my goddamn hero.” He jokes, mumbling the words against her skin as he nuzzled into her neck.

“Sounds like you were the hero tonight.” She whispers back, placing her hands over his and leaning back into him. He’s pressing kisses along her neck as he responds. 

“Yeah, and i got fuckin’ arrested for it.” 

She laughs loudly, turning in his arms to kiss him again. More passionately and messily than in front of the police station. His hands grip her hips tighter, one traveling down to knead at her ass. Her own hands push his button up off of his shoulders, leaving him in just his white shirt. God, he looked good today. She can feel his cock through the front of his jeans as his hand on her ass pulls her forwards into him.

“I gotta admit,” She pulls away from him, his mouth tries to follow hers but she grasps his hand, leading him to her room. “It is kinda sexy, Thinking about you winning a fight.” 

She decides that maybe he deserves a bit of a show after the night he’s had. He’s standing in the doorway watching her, his trademark smirk plastered onto his face as she slowly takes her shirt off - Tommy’s shirt, actually. Already braless from being woken up at midnight, the jacket she had thrown on top of his shirt has already been abandoned at the door. He couldn’t lie about noticing her nipples through her shirt as she’d taken the coat off earlier. He makes a show of crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame, the smirk now turned into a grin. One that she's mirroring as she unbuttons her jeans and slowly slides them down her legs. His eyes follow, once they trail over her hips and legs he decides he can’t take it anymore. Having her standing in front of him in nothing but panties is not how he thought this night was going to end. 

“Fuck, baby.” His voice is noticeably deeper now as he comes to her, gripping her hips so she's against him. Her bare chest pressed against his clothed one. “I’m gonna give you the best thank you you’ve ever had.” 

And with that, he crouches down to haul her up into his arms - her legs wrapping around his waist as she laughs above him. He presses a quick kiss to her lips before dropping her down onto the bed. It’s his turn to put on a show now as he rids himself of his own shirt. He kneels in front of her and presses a kiss to her ankle before grabbing them both and using them to haul her towards the end of the bed. His mouth is inches from her pussy and she sighs as she feels him pressing kisses up her legs. He’s always been a tease, he lives for the sounds she makes. He loves to see her squirm. And squirm she does as he begins to slowly suck and bite the skin on her thighs. 

“Tommy.” She sighs his name and tugs on his hair and he swears his cock twitches in his jeans. “Please touch me.” Fuck, the effect she has on him is insane. He wants nothing more than to rip the denim off of his legs and fuck her into the matress, but he knows what she needs. And he will always give it to her. He presses one last kiss to her stomach before sliding her panties down her legs and throwing them behind him. 

“You’re so pretty, baby.” He whispers, just inches away from where she needs him. He used his thumbs to part her lips, a groan leaving his lips as he leaned in and dragged his warm tongue down the length of her. She sighed above him, her hands still holding onto his hair. He focuses on her clit, his tongue drawing tight circles over the nub. After a couple of strokes he closed his mouth around it, sucking gently. 

“Shit, Tommy.” One of her legs lifted around his shoulder, her heel pushing him further towards her. He smiled against her, he loved pleasing her. She always thought about how lucky she had gotten with Tommy.  A man who knows what he’s doing, and loves to do it. After playing with her clit for as long as she could take he pulled away. A beautiful smile on his face as he watched her squirm, her hands grasping his shoulders trying to push him back down. 

“You wanna come for me, gorgeous?” He asked, breathless. 

“Please.” She nods enthusiastically, just as breathless as him. “Please make me come!”

“Whatever you want princess.” He smirks, bringing his mouth back down to her pussy. His lips closed around her clit once more. He brings a hand up underneath his mouth, a single finger tracing her entrance before pushing inside. He moans against her when he feels how wet she is, adding another finger. She’s whining above him, moaning his name and pulling on his hair and he thinks about how he could definitely come like this. Shit, he has before. He fucks her with his fingers exactly the way he knows she likes, his tongue continuing to dance on her clit until she closes her thighs around his head. 

“Oh fuck, Tommy!” She moans loudly, neither of them have time to think about her neighbors right now. “I’m gonna come.” 

He continues what he’s doing as she grips harder on his hair, her legs closing tightly around his shoulders as she arches her back as she comes. He watches her face, she always looks so gorgeous like this. He fucking loves it. He fucking loves her. He keeps going until she's giggling breathlessly and pushing him away. He sits up, kneeling at the bottom of the bed between her legs, pressing one last kiss to her thigh before standing up and ridding himself of his jeans. She whimpers when she sees just how hard he is. He looks gorgeous as he stands above her, his cock flushed and leaking. He climbs on top of her to kiss her messily, her wetness still around his mouth as he pushes his tongue inside of hers. 

“How do you want me?” She whispers against his lips. 

“Fuck, turn around sweetheart.” He’s grinning at her as she follows his instructions. Turning around onto her stomach and leaning on her elbows. He takes a hold of her hips, pulling her ass up so he can get a view of her dripping pussy. “God I can't wait to fill you up, you ready for me?” 

“I’m always ready for you.” She smiles at him over her shoulder. He groans at her words, realizing he cant wait any longer, he takes a hold of his throbbing cock and lines himself up to her glistening hole. They both moan as he pushes in, her warm walls welcoming him as they squeeze him in. 

“So fuckin’ tight.” He whimpers as he begins to set a pace. “God, i fuckin’ love your pussy.” 

She feels like his words make her more wet, if that's even possible. 

“I love your cock, Tommy.” She moans as he fucks her slowly, holding himself back. He wants to enjoy her, but her heavenly cunt makes it so difficult. “Please, make me feel good.” 

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I'm gonna.” He says through gritted teeth. He always does, but she loves to tease him. And she knows how much he loves to hear her beg for him. He continues to fuck her like this, picking up his pace eventually when she begins to whine for him to go faster. She breathes his name as his cock begins hitting just the right spot, her hands tightening around the bedsheets - needing something to hold on to. Her chest pressed up against the bedsheets, her body being thrust forward as Tommy fucks into her, adds deliciously to the stimulation. He knows her so well, he can feel when she's getting close. Her silky walls tighten around him, her hands clenching and unclenching as her back arches more. Her whines of his name becoming higher in pitch. He’s close too, so with a smack to her ass that makes her yelp he pulls out. She doesn’t have time to process as he turns her over climbing over her again to kiss her. She moans against his mouth, his soft lips and tongue mixing with her own. Her legs wrap around his body as he pushes into her again. Immediately setting a bruising pace, both of them too close to care. 

“You gonna come for me baby? Yeah?” He eggs her on as she nods, desperately. “Come on baby come around my cock. Let me feel it.” 

The sight of her reaching down to play with her clit as she comes undone beneath him is enough to do it for him. 

“Where do you want it?” He hisses. He knows the answer, but he always asks anyway. 

“Come inside me Tommy. I wanna feel you.” He practically whimpers her name as he empties inside of her. She pulls his face down towards her again, wanting to hold him close. He bites into her shoulder as she whimpers in his ear, still coming down from her own high. Both of them enjoying the feeling of him filling her pussy up. 

“Holy shit.” She murmurs. A drowsy smile on her face as she plays with his hair until he eventually lifts his head from her shoulder. He laughs before pressing a kiss to her cheek. He sits up, pulling out of her and biting the inside of his cheek as he watches his come drip out of her. 

“I love you.” She says, reaching for him again. 

“I love you more.” He smiles as she pulls him down for a kiss. “You gotta sleep, not long until you need to get up for work.” 

“Yeah,” She agrees, still trying out her breath. She stands up to make her way to the bathroom and stops at the door to say: “A long night of being a hero.” She hears him laugh from the bed as she shuts the bathroom door, her legs still slightly wobbly and tingling. He definitely kept his promise, the best damn thank you she’d ever had. 

[aspd-culture]

I wish I had the stereotypical aspd that empaths talk about. The calculative and well groomed businessman who’s incredibly independent even at the cost of other people.

I’m honestly a useless loser. I don’t do anything for anybody yet am livid when they don’t do something for me, 80% of the time I forget or don’t do the tasks I’ve been asked to even if it’s the simplest thing. I pass it off to other people. I get threatened by my parents constantly, called useless and a lazy fuck. I’m not motivated for anything, not employed and the thought of it makes me want to rip my skin off or rip their faces off whenever they mention it. It feels like another extension of control. Everything feels like an extension of control and an excuse to assume power over me.

People in my life are moving ahead of me no problem and I’m still stuck on my ass debating whether to break everything in my parents house when they use my lack of employment and symptoms to make fun of me. My friends talk about it like it’s just so simple to suck it up and march forward and I loathe them for it because they don’t understand.

Maybe this is just me being a whiny brat or a bad person

No, this is you struggling with being in a toxic environment - one that will continue to make you feel like this for as long as your parents act that way towards you. It's not possible to heal and recover and learn to process your symptoms and change your behavior in a toxic situation like that. It's likely keeping you in survival mode.

Truly I think in that situation the best way to get yourself to do the things you would need to do to leave the toxic situation is out of spite. Spite can do a lot for pwASPD when we harness it to use for good, since our PD is so reactive to it. If you think to yourself as though you're talking to them "ha, yeah okay sure I'm getting a job just like you wanted right? Except I'm doing it to get the hell away from you", you might find yourself more able to get to do those things. It's not guaranteed to work, but it's something that might help.

And, if it makes you feel any better, prosocials don't actually like us in that stereotype either AND generally ppl who fit that stereotype are in some other way coping destructively. No one who actually has ASPD is managing to not struggle at all with it bc a disorder can only be diagnosed if it significantly and negatively impacts your life. It's important to remember the stereotypes of this demonized disorder are made out to be supervillains - hyper capable beings who choose to be monsters - bc otherwise the prosocials have to admit that they're bullying people who are hurt and wish we could stop dealing with our symptoms just as much as they wish we didn't have them if not more. It's not fun for them anymore if they think about our actual struggles with ASPD, so they try and make it sound like we're having the time of our lives when none of us do. I promise you're far from alone.

It's also worth noting that if you find yourself entirely unable to work without your mental health destructing, that that's called a disability and there are things you can do to either get accommodations or potentially payment for it bc unlike your parents by the sounds of it, the government understands that mental health is a valid reason one might not be able to work.

You're not a useless loser - you're a person with a disorder that is known to be potentially disabling who is being mistreated and stuck in a toxic environment - at least going by this post.

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No, this is you struggling with being in a toxic environment - one that will continue to make you feel like this for as long as your parents act that way towards you. It's not possible to heal and recover and learn to process your symptoms and change your behavior in a toxic situation like that. It's likely keeping you in survival mode.

Truly I think in that situation the best way to get yourself to do the things you would need to do to leave the toxic situation is out of spite. Spite can do a lot for pwASPD when we harness it to use for good, since our PD is so reactive to it. If you think to yourself as though you're talking to them "ha, yeah okay sure I'm getting a job just like you wanted right? Except I'm doing it to get the hell away from you", you might find yourself more able to get to do those things. It's not guaranteed to work, but it's something that might help.

And, if it makes you feel any better, prosocials don't actually like us in that stereotype either AND generally ppl who fit that stereotype are in some other way coping destructively. No one who actually has ASPD is managing to not struggle at all with it bc a disorder can only be diagnosed if it significantly and negatively impacts your life. It's important to remember the stereotypes of this demonized disorder are made out to be supervillains - hyper capable beings who choose to be monsters - bc otherwise the prosocials have to admit that they're bullying people who are hurt and wish we could stop dealing with our symptoms just as much as they wish we didn't have them if not more. It's not fun for them anymore if they think about our actual struggles with ASPD, so they try and make it sound like we're having the time of our lives when none of us do. I promise you're far from alone.

It's also worth noting that if you find yourself entirely unable to work without your mental health destructing, that that's called a disability and there are things you can do to either get accommodations or potentially payment for it bc unlike your parents by the sounds of it, the government understands that mental health is a valid reason one might not be able to work.

You're not a useless loser - you're a person with a disorder that is known to be potentially disabling who is being mistreated and stuck in a toxic environment - at least going by this post.

[niki-phoria]

So I had this idea after reading your chishiya kisses which I loved btw basically merging the first kiss and I’m here now kiss. Chishiya and reader are friends. Readers late and chishiya is worried. Reader gets back and is confused as to why he’s so worried. He confesses and instead of reader asking to have a kiss like the first kiss one it’s actually chishiya who asks. Hopefully this makes sense I had no other idea on how to explain it.

he's so <33 i love him made a pinterest board dedicated to nijiro bc the gender envy is so bad lmao

pairing: chishiya x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 968

warnings: slightly ooc chishiya ?? idk i tried, mentions of blood/stitches, blushy chishiya, this is dumb but i hate when ppl write reader blushing bc i don't blush and it always takes me out of the story maybe i'm just salty

chishiya's types of kisses post

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i didn't really focus on chishiya being worried so i changed it to him taking care of reader and then he confesses. this idea is really cute, i love it. i hope you enjoy :))

requests open !! read my rules first

chishiya’s hands feel warm against your skin as he cups your cheeks. his eyes carefully scan each part of your face. each new bruise, cut, and scar is noted under his watchful eye. 

you remain silent as he moves his hand to trace against your jawline before he lifts it to your lip. his thumb gently swipes against the newly formed cut on your bottom lip you hadn’t realized was bleeding until he wipes away a small patch of blood from his skin. 

“you’re hurt,” chishiya finally whispers. his voice is quiet. soft. it’s a tone you don’t hear from him often. it only shines through in small moments like these when you’re completely alone. a million thoughts are running through his mind. you can see it in the way his eyebrows furrow ever so slightly and the small downturned edges of his lips. 

you bring a hand up to hold his, effectively breaking chishiya out of his internal debate. “i’m fine,” you whisper. 

“you’re bleeding.” 

“barely.” 

“just…” chishiya sighs, brushing his knuckles against your cheek. you wince a little at the small spark of pain that stems from the light pressure against your freshly formed bruise. “let me take care of you.” 

your protests die on your tongue when chishiya brushes away a splotch of blood from your jawline. there’s an unreadable look in his eyes when you look back into them. something about him is begging, nearly pleading - please let me take care of you. 

“okay,” you nod. 

you let chishiya wrap his arm around your waist to support you as he guides you back towards the beach’s basement. the metal table you sit on is cold underneath your touch. goosebumps raise along the exposed skin on your arms and legs. 

chishiya sets a variety of medical supplies on the table next to you. he pauses, seemingly debating for a second before fully unzipping his jacket and slipping the fabric around your shoulders. you stare at him in surprise as he turns his attention back to the bruises and cuts littering your body. even in the dim lighting you can see a light flush spreading onto his ears. 

he pulls his hair back into a messy ponytail behind his head before he begins by pressing an alcohol soaked towel against a scrape on your knee. you flinch at the sudden pain, letting out a small hiss. “sorry,” chishiya whispers. you shake your head, forcing yourself to relax and let him clean your wounds. 

chishiya works quickly, carefully bandaging each cut and bruise as he works his way up your body. his hands are gentle and efficient as he cares for you. a patch of blood seeping through his jacket catches his attention. it’s flowing from your shoulder, creating a deep red stain against the white fabric. 

“did you cut your arm?” 

“oh,” you turn, shifting your body to be able to see the wound yourself. “sorry. i didn’t notice it earlier.” 

chishiya silently peels his jacket away before helping you push your arm out of the sleeve of your shirt. he pushes it out of the way enough to give him access to the wound. he presses a clean part of the towel against it, watching as blood quickly seeps through to the other side. “it’s deep,” he mumbles. “you need stitches.” 

you watch as he searches through the supplies to find a needle and some thread. “you know how to give stitches?” 

“yeah.” his hands are gentle as he begins. it hurts less than you were expecting, though you’ve never needed stitches before. you only know he’s finished when he throws the needle away as carefully as he can before pressing a bandage against your back so it covers the wound. 

“thank you,” you whisper as you carefully readjust your shirt. chishiya simply hums, pulling his jacket back up over your shoulder. 

you’re face to face with him when he walks back over to stand in front of you. “y/n,” his voice is quiet; almost like he’s too scared to say the words he desperately wants to. chishiya raises his hand to cup your face again. this time, it doesn’t hurt when he strokes his thumb against your cheek. “can i kiss you?” 

a moment of silence passes between you before you nod. your eyes flick from his deep brown ones to his lips. you lean in just enough so your noses are nearly touching before chishiya finally leans in fully to pull you into a sweet kiss. 

his lips feel softer than they look. no amount of imaging could ever compare to this moment. you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him back in for another short kiss when he pulls away. the blush on his face has deepened, now spreading to his cheeks. “i love you,” he whispers. “i don’t know what i’d do without you.” 

you can’t help yourself, tugging him back into another kiss. it’s deeper this time. you only pull away when you need air. “i love you too.” 

chishiya smiles, leaning in again. you can’t help but smile against his lips as well, keeping him close to you as you press a million tiny little kisses against the exposed skin of his neck and shoulders. he laughs at the ticklish feeling, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

you cling to chishiya, leaning back enough to see his face fully. you’re smiling at each other in the darkness of the beach’s basement. a warm feeling of love settles itself into your chest. it’s a familiar feeling - one you only ever get around chishiya. 

“i love you so much,” you whisper. 

“not as much as i love you.” he leans down to press a kiss against your forehead with another sweet smile. “come on, let’s go to bed.” 

[bonefall]

Ask Etiquette

HELLO sorry for the intimidating post lmao, I just need something to toss up on the masterpost because I feel bad deleting asks and then people will never really have an idea of why I never answered them

I get a ton of asks (usually anywhere from 10 - 20 a day!) and I'm not able to get to them all! I try to answer as many as possible but I'm still just one guy. So with that in mind, there are some sorts of asks I will simply not answer, and some 'requests' I have for people who send them in;

Please keep your asks short PLEASE try not to send me essays if you want a response; I still love reading them! But if you send me walls of text/analysis you are asking me to write a lot in response, which I'd rather spend on actually writing or designing cats. (On that note if you send a bunch of questions at once, the likelihood I respond goes down.)

Do not send me personal questions Listen... I'm a stranger on the internet. I'm overjoyed to see when my art connects with people and helps you realize things! But don't ask me sensitive questions like how to move out of your abusive parents' house!! PLEASE learn internet safety and get less comfortable with volunteering that kind of information to people you don't know!

Do not ask me personal questions you do not need to know what i study or where i work. get less comfortable asking these sorts of questions to queer people on the internet, especially when they talk openly about having previously been abused or stalked. (not that a person should even need to be as open about that as i am)

If I don't have a good response I won't answer Especially for suggestions I don't vibe with. I try to only say "No" if I have a particularly interesting "No" to talk about, if that makes sense! If I had to write a full explanation for every veto or idea I don't vibe with, this blog would be 90% what isn't in BB.

No AUs within the AU. "What if Hawkfrost survived his impalement? What if Firestar never joined? What if Tigerstar was never born?" Listen, buddy, you're creating an exponential distraction for possible ways the story could have gone and I'm not looking to write several essays for the literal hundreds of alternative ways Clan history could have been written. It takes you 5 words to ask "What if X never died" but it takes me paragraphs to answer. (This isn't about suggestions btw, I very specifically mean ppl asking hypotheticals for fun.)

Don't be rude. I feel like this should go without saying but please mind the parasocial gap. Especially if you're on anon, I don't know you, your backstory, or your cadence.

No "Fight Baiting" You're free to ask me to speak about fandom trends, or for my opinions on general ideas, character discussions, and popular arguments! But it crosses a line if you're linking someone's posts with their uncropped usernames, sharing unsolicited google docs, youtube videos, etc, with the intention of getting me to attack a third party. We can talk about ideas without making it a PVP battle.

And, lastly, CLANMEW ASKS!!

I make a hard effort to get to everyone!! Those are published on Clanmew Day (WHICH IS NOW JUST GOING TO BE THE 30TH OF EVERY MONTH SO THAT IT'S LESS CONFUSING) but PLEASE understand I get a ton of them.

As I write this I have more than 26 tabs open of unanswered Clanmew asks, a lot more in my inbox, and 9 already in the queue. So that you understand the sheer volume of asks I have there.

If I didn't get to you that month, chances are that I'll get to you on the next, but please understand why I ask for folks to not re-send asks

So here's Clanmew-specific requests;

PLEASE just try a translation on your own first! Don't just send me raw lists of OCs to translate, give it a go first using the Lexicon, just so I can see you tried. I will happily and gladly make more specific words for you when I see you try!

When you send OCs you've translated, ask me for a new word at the end if you didn't already in your list. Just in case I can't think of a witty comment or a word suggestion, you will help me a lot

Please try to format with lists like this one Folks will send me double or triple-indented lists and it will take up my entire screen when they've only sent like, 5 names. Remember that posts you send to me go on people's dashes, be considerate please You can open a list like this by starting a new paragraph, typing -, and then an immediate space. Hold Shift + Enter to indent without adding another bullet.

If you could put "Clanmew" somewhere in your ask, like even if you open up with "Clanmew: Here is my question blah blah," it would help immensely I physically can't get to every ask I receive on Clanmew Day, so if you have "Clanmew" in your ask somewhere, it makes it a lot easier for me to find it when I can finally answer! I really wish Tumblr had ways to sort asks, but currently, I've just gotta make due with Cntrl + F.

[chronicbitchsyndrome]

would you be willing to talk about your surgery & recovery experience with tonsilectomy? i know i probably need mine taken out lol but the surgeon who told me that also said that it would be very painful and so now im scared. but ive had lots of surgery so i would like to know if other disabled ppl with lots of pain experience also rate it

YES hello i am VERY happy to talk about this because i had the slickest recovery known to man due to how i took IMPECCABLE care of myself and had a great surgeon who actually follows best practices for recovery instead of throwing ibuprofen at you and telling you to start eating again the same day (true story from the trenches).

so the surgery itself was extremely simple, it's outpatient, you go in, it takes a couple hours, you wake up completely out of it from the anesthesia and awkwardly attempt to drink water while feeling approximately like you just did four shots of vodka and then somehow you end up in your ride's car and go home. honestly the surgery itself was a blip in my day.

the recovery itself is pretty painful, i'm not going to lie. i was prescribed almost two weeks' worth of oxycodone in addition to NSAIDs, acetaminophen, and a healing mouth rinse. this is because, again, i had a competent and compassionate surgeon, which is at a premium in the health care industry. many surgeons will not prescribe opioids whatsoever because of anti-addict bias and severe ingrained ableism. i am not going to lie, i do not think i would have managed without the oxy, and i don't regret using every single dose of it. i also overloaded on THC every night during recovery, it helped significantly with the inflammation.

the pain itself doesn't feel worse than a bad case of strep throat, and if you're getting regular severe tonsillitis, you'll be used to the level of pain this is. i hovered between a 5 and a 7 on the pain scale for the vast majority of the recovery, which was pretty typical for my tonsillitis episodes as well, and the oxy turned that pretty much entirely manageable.

PRO GAMER TIPS THAT MADE MY RECOVERY SO SMOOTH:

bed rest. one week minimum. do not lift anything heavy or strain your muscles significantly (i.e. working out, cardio). two weeks minimum. you do NOT want to pop a scab early. you will bleed into your throat and it will be miserable and scary and you will have to go to the ER. take the post-surgical rest period seriously.

get a humifidier, put that thang right beside your bed, run it full blast. you want to keep your scabs as moist as possible. yes i know that's gross. no you don't want dry crunchy scabs in your THROAT.

drink as much water as you possibly can, even if it hurts; this is what i attribute most of my quick and easy recovery to. i was sipping on that shit 24/7. if you don't let your scabs dry out to begin with, this is much easier because you don't go through a period of it feeling like literally swallowing broken glass, although it hurts to swallow no matter what.

meal replacement drinks are a lifesaver! i got soylent. i could start eating soft solid foods again after the first couple of days, but i still relied heavily on soylent for a lot of my calories until halfway through the second week.

until you're able to eat mostly normally, DO NOT eat or drink anything: acidic, carbonated, spicy, or overly salty. please trust me. please. you don't want to. i prommy.

you don't have to be on a liquid-only diet for long, but soft foods are necessary until your scabs heal enough that swallowing isn't overly painful. cold is going to feel a lot better than hot. apart from soylent, i relied on mashed potatoes, jello, popsicles, ice cream, and soft pastas. once i got past the first couple days, i added soft well-chewed quesadillas, burritos, lasagna, that kind of thing. a lot of people can get away with going back to solids very quickly as long as they don't eat anything crunchy/sharp and chew their food VERY, STUPIDLY thoroughly.

finally, i would also recommend checking out the r/tonsillectomy subreddit. their resources and anecdotes were lifesavers and got into way more granular detail than i ever could hope to cover in a tumblr post.

i also got a fungal infection in my mouth right after the end of my recovery period, which wasn't either my or my surgeon's fault but it WAS the worst pain i had ever felt in my life. watch out for post-surgical infections; the antibiotics they put you on make you more susceptible to fungal infections in particular in the following weeks. if something seems off, DO NOT wait or put it off, contact your surgical team as soon as you possibly can and honestly if it's off in a pain-or-bleeding way just preemptively head to the ER as soon as you can (most surgical teams give you an option to contact them if you do this, so you can call ahead and someone on the actual team can see you there instead of an ER nurse).

finally, i just want to say: this surgery was 100% worth it. i have been sick exactly once since surgery five months ago, and it was a mild cold that only lasted two days and didn't present with throat pain whatsoever. i can breathe, i don't snore, i don't have panic attacks because i feel like my throat is closing up. you have no idea how absolutely unreachable and unrealistic this all seemed last year; i thought i straight up just couldn't ever go to a party or have a hookup again without being bedbound for a week and a half afterwards. and now i... can? i feel so much better and i would unequivocally recommend the two weeks of drugged-out malaise and mashed potatoes and pain in exchange for a lifetime of eased agonies. and again--the pain was extremely comparable to a pre-op episode of tonsillitis for me.

this was sort of all over the place because you asked a very general question, but please feel free to ask any follow-ups you want! if you'd like to chat one-on-one i can give ya my main URL, too (i share this blog with someone so there's no DMs here, sorry)

[weaverpop]

So de-age is a popular topic how ppl react to jing or nezha being de-aged? Or there partners.

maybe nezha has one of those lil kid crushes on mk and acts out for his attention. as overwhelmed the poor monkie is he's still trying to be patient and kind to kid nezha (considering he knows some about how he was treated) doing his best to keep him happy and less fiery.

Jing I feel like would be a bit bratty as well, not crazy like his son but definitely a bit of a trouble maker. Azure keeps switching between overwhelmed in terms of stress and in cuteness because awww lil jing is so cute and it's kinda funny because he and nezha look like twins almost.

And the reverse.

Nezha, he's super over the moon cause holy shit, baby monkey mk is so super soft and so cuddly! Lil minis surprisingly calm and quiet but very needy in that he wants to be attached to his favorite people and get pouty if left alone too long. Or he'll get adventurous and start climbing up every available surface and giggling while avoiding a frantic nezha trying to get him down from the high up area.

I feel like jing would have the same reaction of omg so smol and soft 🥺. But I'm not sure if azure would be a troublesome cub or not lol

AWWWWWWW 🥺🥺🥺

I LOVE the de-aging trope! It’s so fun and is absolutely hilarious!

It wouldn’t happen at once, but sort of that villain of the week that comes every few episodes and each time it’s a different character who gets hit with the evil ray.

Mk and Azure would be suprisingly easy, mostly just curious at every little thing and all the new people, but mostly low maintenance. Azure would be a little more adventurous, and would be glued to Jing’s side since the man smells like him. Mk would be a tad more cautious of Nezha, but in that “kid has a shy crush” sort of way.

Nezha really wouldn’t be that bad. He’d recognize Jing(who’d be able to mostly keep him under control) so that’s a plus. It mostly depends on how young he is, which is usually about 3-4, is how he’ll react to the others, though like mk he’d react more like a kid wish a shy crush. The biggest factor is weather or not his mom is alive.

Yin lives route: Shed be DELIGHTED that Nezha is young again, and she and Jing would just absolutely dote in the baby.

If Yin is dead…. Well Jing tries to keep it from Nezha, but eventually Nezha gets tired and wants him mom, where is his mom? And Jing has to quietly break the news to him. (Mk has never seen Nezha cry quite so hard. The tiredness in Jing’s eyes, used to it, is just more heartbreaking)

De-aged Jing is an absolute brat. In the WORST way possible. Not like spoiled or entitled, but like actually a brat brat. Screaming, tantrums, kicking, biting, you name it, he does it.

It’s actually a shock with how bad he is. The only people who can calm him down are Azure and, suprisingly, Wukong and macaque. Azure because obv baby crush. (Jing: flowa! (Hands Azure flowers) | Azure: awwww) but Wukong? And macaque?? Everyone is baffled to hell and back. But sure enough, Jing tries to start up a tantrum for some reason or another and-

Wukong, sternly: “No. We do not act that way.”

Jing: (Goes get quiet)

Pigsy: “That worked?!?”

Jing is especially clingy, which confuses and mildly concerns the monkies. The others find the whole thing hilarious, since it’s usually the monkies who antagonize Jing the most. But they figure it out soon enough.

They were in the middle of eating noodles at Pigsy’s, with Jing refusing to leave Wukongs lap, when Macawue went to get up and do something. Jing abruptly reached his hands out to the Monkie almost in a panic and yelled:

“Mama!”

The whole shop goes silent, and Wukong has to hold back his laughter at the mortified look in Macaques face. Macaque takes the kid before he h a throw a tantrum, but is still pretty shell shocked. Nezha is dying, both in horror and in laughter.

Macaque: “Quit laughing!”

Wukong: “I can’t help it! It’s too damn funny!”

Pigsy: “Language.”

Jing: “Bad Daddy! No bad words!”

Wukong: “DADDY?!”

Wukong is even more horrified than Macaque! This time nobody hides their laughter. Thankfully Once back to normal none of them really remember it. But questions still remain.

Wukong: “So, when you ere still a baby-“

Jing, nursing some tea for the headache: “Here we go-“

Wukong: “You kind of, well, referred to me as your… dad? Any idea why?”

Jing: (Heavy sigh) “My father was redheaded, but I get my black hair from my mother.”

Wukong, confused: “Readhead-??”

It leaves even more questions. Because while yes, red hair did exist in china at the time… it was the sleficic shade of orange that concerned him. And it makes them wonder about who Jing’s dad really was…

(But yeah I love de-aged their all so cute 🥰)

[strangeweirdgirl]

Lets talk about Annabeth and Thalia reaction after Luke's dead. (Not immediately after but the few snippets we got from hoo)

Annabeth:

Honestly the reaction we hav from annabeth checks out. She doesn't really wanna talk about him and that's perfectly fine. The guy who you saw as a brother then crush turned to a bad side and unfortunately you weren't able to help but in the end he still choose the right path, it can be confusing for her i think. She might blame herself that if i tried harder maybe i would be able to save him and he'll be alive. I hope though that she talks about it with someone cuz it will help the trauma. Anyways In tlh, when jason shows her the pic she doesn't wanna talk about him and that's fine hes a stranger but jason says a darkness comes upon her face.

From this I'm guessing after everything she's blocking everything and trying not to think or process it esp after percy goes missing. But as i said before it checks out. After everything it can be hard and confusing for her. Esp since in the short story hermes put it all on her. So she may blame herself and refuse to talk or think about it too much.

Another theory i have from her reaction, when Jason asks who luke is, is that she is angry with him. He went too far and didn't accept help(debatable) and destroy much in the way. Because a lot of demigods that died annabeth must have known personally and may have grown with them so while she may still have a soft side for him and proud that he sacrificed himself but is angry that his choices caused that much destruction and death. So yea in a way she also in this theory is confused and angry and frustrated with him.

Thalia:

Uff man Thalia. Im so confused about her as a character. She became antiluke in tlo but in tlh she calls luke her best friend like it was nothing and like she wasn't completely against him. I get after his sacrifice she became softer towards him (they're my otp so i would love this but) but girl you left him on his own, clearly against him in tlo, spew some lies about his father loving him when he didn't show any signs for it and now 3 4 months you calling him your best friend again. Uffff i cant process it or actually take it seriously

I do wanna say though because rick is kinda inconsistent with her character im not sure what to take as canon. Because after ttc she became a side character rick just doesn't focus on her or who she is as a person cuz i feel she keeps changing from what she is introduced to us before. She trusts Luke so much in ttc and yea seeing him like that can make her change some thing but to go all out like that idk. She completely switched to being antiluke in tlo and saying things that weren't even true. Then in tlh he is her best friend again. Alongside this i would also say her not showing any big reaction to Jason's death is completely out of character as well, at least what i perceive her as. Many ppl also think her reaction wasn't right to who she is thats why i say rick is inconsistent with her character just because she has become side and maybe he doesn't put much thought into it.

[schro4444]

Ohh the idea of them pooling their skills together to create better disguises together is brilliant! the mimicking voices was probably Chikage (I imagine you'd have to have been training your voice constantly for a looooooong time to get the huge vocal range needed for that...I wonder how she became a thief actually, iirc she targeted corrupt corporations) but I bet it was Toichi who could do all kinds of interesting things with it - throwing his voice so it seems he's speaking from somewhere he isn't, making it seem as though it's far away or right behind you or simply making it carry (to his audience!), and yeah the acting through body language and reading ppl bc he needs to act like it was all part of the plan if a trick goes wrong and needed to improvise, and be able to read his audience to control where their attention goes and pull off misdirection. Also he probably does have very good spatial awareness, I cannot beLIEVE he went through LASER NET with a CAPE AND TOP HAT, he's RIDICULOUS

"as long as you're feeling agile enough" Chikage is, in fact, the one who was good at acrobatics while Toichi did a lame little side shuffle, she probably knew parkour too. Also ik it's not realistic but I was suddenly assaulted w the image of Chikage teaching Kaito and Toichi parkour and acrobatics together at the same time and Kaito being better at it than Toichi jhdgjsgf. bby Kaito probably used his parents as a jungle gym tbh, imagine talking to THE Kuroba Toichi, best magician in Japan (best magician in the WORLD Kaito corrects vehemently), all the while a 6 yo is doing a handstand on his shoulders or smth

Also I'm not surprised in the least that talking his way out was his plan, his advice to Kaito was "turn your critics into your fans" and THESE critics were out to ARREST THEM yet it STILL WORKED. absolute madlads

YESSSS perfect!! the ultimate combination of skills!!! I wonder how she became a thief too. like. was she raised in it? was it circumstances? revenge turned vigilantism? IDK!!! clearly she was tired of it by the end, but she also clearly was having fun. pls I need the prequel so bad

I think about the hat a lot actually. it’s so tall. between the hat & cape and the bandages OVER THE EYES you have to admire the kurobas’ commitment to the aesthetic

LAME LITTLE SIDE SHUFFLE SHFHDHD poor man. but you’re absolutely right. LISTEN I’m absolutely certain that chikage taught kaito parkour by pretending it was gymnastics practice or obstacle courses or something similar, so it’s not a huge stretch At All to include toichi in those lessons. that stuff is so hard to learn as an adult, too… cue 6yo kaito doing full trapeze acrobat moves with chikage while toichi does his absolute BEST to learn a back handspring before his next heist

toichi turned “fake it til you make it” into a successful international phantom thief career, it’s a magician’s Greatest ability. now kaito can do it too but Also with the help of Actual Crime Skills (everyone say thank you chikage)

ventriloquism TOTALLY has practical use in magic. okok I’ve actually thought abt this before—for toichi to be the best magician ever, his shows would need to be WILD. bc irl magicians can do some insane things. I think he totally just did the most bamboozling acts where he’d make himself disappear and then have his voice appear from 5 directions at once, or use ventriloquism + magic to convince people that inanimate objects were alive and talking, stuff like that. worldwide magic sensation kuroba toichi disguises himself as you in real time and then he calls your mom using your voice while escaping from a straightjacket. etc.

WHICH OF COURSE leads DIRECTLY to kaito using this nonsense to become the most chaotic little nightmare child EVER (beloved). he is a terror to his classmates and his parents are actively part of the problem. aoko comes into the house like “kaito where are you” and she hears “I’m coming!” from upstairs and then he appears directly behind her. she screams and goes to tell on him to toichi but toichi does the same thing to her. chikage apologizes for both of them using their own voices. this is just what it’s like in the kuroba household. when kaito gets in trouble at school they’re 100% the kind of parents to be more disappointed that he got caught, not about the fact that he was building a confetti cannon at his desk