#and I am. a good student. normally.

[luna-loveboop]

Help I was in chemistry class and looked at the symbol for Lutetium

Edit: forgot context sorry. Here-

*snicker*

[julykings]

25 today

[necrocrafter]

Scaleswind being an early steampunk era village that's full of academia and the pursuit of advancement. Scaleswind being tucked strategically and safely in the cradle of a mountain crater, allowing for innovative ways to get out and about the mountains. Scaleswind inspiring bright and brilliant minds.

I also just like Nicole's whole disguise. In s1, she says that her look isn't what she actually looks like and that she's hiding from her father. But sometimes the best disguises are the ones that aren't far from the truth.

Plenty of people know about Scaleswind and try and get into their academies. She just looks like your average rumpled "college" student trying to make it in the world.

[triglycercule]

who asked for this. nobody. but unfortunately as a creator i actually have to CREATE for my au 😞😞😞😒😒😒 jk fashion au ink and swap designs ig,,,,,,

ink. ink. ink. she's totally not holding a gun to my head as i type this,,,,, because she CANT break the fourth wall ok she totally doesnt realize that she's forever gonna be stuck living life as a high schooler with no chance of ever graduating or progressing in life,,,,, BECAUSE THERE'S NO ANGST IN JK FASHION AU HAAHAHAH 😁😁😁😁 anyways she's soooo silly :3333 i'm not a connoisseur of anyone that's not the mtt (biased 🙂🙂🙂) but i wanted her to be silly but also a bit freakish,,,, ya!

what do the people think about INK???? featuring everyone in jk fashion au so far 😇😇

dream: "ink is another one of my close friends. she's been there for me when even nightmare couldn't, and i've supported her likewise. sometimes her head is in the clouds, so i send her texts to remind her of things like homework and such. maybe she forgets lunch sometimes, so swap and i give her a share of ours. and when ink wants to talk about anything she's thinking of, whether it's a painter's use of color or the reason we exist, i'm always open to listening. she's an amazing person, really."

nightmare: "ink. ah, that girl is an enigma, truly. somedays she supports me on my path to world domination, and other days she just laughs at me and says as if it were a fact that i would never achieve it! ugh... but despite my slight grievances, she's dream's friend, and i've grown fond of her. quite often, without me even requesting, she gifts me paintings. now, they may seem normal at first, but recently i've discovered a pattern with them. as if ink had peered into the mind of god and depicted it visually, the paintings assist me in handling dream appropriately. i must say, she's skilled as well..."

killer: "see now ink? she's my type of gal. we get along pretty well, hehe! we're on the same wavelength or something, i dunno. not like she can predict what i do, but i wouldn't be surprised if she could, but ink and i just click. we talk about all sorts of silly stuff; similar sense of humor, after all. ink and i can yap about different shows and movies we've watched and stuff, she gives really good insight on the more technical stuff like color psychology and framing, and she once drew me art for one of my big follower milestones on twitter! she's suuuuper cool, haha!"

dust: "okay, just... keep this between me and you, but i think ink has some sort of secret sixth sense? i dunno. nothing against her, she's a fun person. just that, uh... sometimes she just comes up to me when i least expect it and starts asking me about my progress on my writing. which is... confusing. i've only ever told killer and horror about my writing, so i don't know how she knows...?"

horror: "y'know, dust and i have a bit of a bet going on. all jokes and all, but i've got a feeling ink's pulling some sort of elaborate spying prank with how much she knows about us... dust doesn't think so. but i'm betting 20 bucks she does. like, once i was at a vending machine and the stupid thing didn't give me my goddamn candy bar, ugh. i had to stay cool. but then ink just pops out of nowhere, says its okay for me to drop the act and get mad around her, and then does some sort of vending machine trick to get the candy?? yeah, she's definitely a wizard or something. in a nice way, i guess."

NOW SWWAAAAAAPPP she's silly. i included the bit of her getting into trouble because of her good will SOLELY because swap gets bullied a lot in other aus 💀 (askerror, something new, etc,,,,,,) i also read a canon underswap doc??? SWAP IS SO SILLY!!!!! i cant really explain her personality through text i'd need to draw comics for her which uhhhh,,,,, (looks away)

THOUGHTS ON SWAP????

dream: "ah, swap! she's one of my dearest friends, i truly care for her deeply. out of sheer coincidence it seems, that she, ink, and i were chosen to be the star students of the school, but surprisingly it works out well... swap's truly a delight. she's a great motivator, and she's saved me from a few situations that would've ended up terribly had she not been there, hehe."

nightmare: "sometimes the world hates me. ah- well, what i meant was, the path of fate has me set on a predetermined path of struggle! and yet, when even i, the queen of negativity, could not stop my kin from slipping on a ridiculously placed banana peel and almost breaking her neck, swap was her knight in shining armor and caught her. needless to say, just as fate despises my bloodline, fate also has angels sent down from heaven. i do suppose swap is one of those, bless her soul."

killer: "heh, swap?? that girl's a riot! couple years ago i tried convincing her to show me some of those sick moves she learned at kickboxing, or karate, taekwondo, whatever... she broke my wrist, haha! but then i pulled a knife on her and then we both got in trouble. hah, good times, good times. no, i didn't stab her?! in fact, she's very good friends with mr. mew and the grumpen, thank you very much! a friend of my kitties is a friend of mine!"

dust: "she's nice. her type of energy is something you only see is like... a sugar-rushed ink, and killer normally. but anyways, swap's a good help around the school. she's a bit ridiculous every now and then with all her "the magnificent swap" and how she's a bit of a showoff, but whatever. aren't we all? anyways, at least the scavenger hunts she makes during school dances are fun."

horror: "swap is uh... she's something. gotta admit, she's pretty normal compared to some of the people at this school. but man... enthusiasm, much? eh, whatever. i'm not the type to complain when her burritos are to die for. we're partners in cooking class... let's just say, she carries us hard."

anyways jk cross and epic soon. sooner than you think heheheh

[the---hermit]

I have not kept it a secret that this semester commuting has been really rough on me. By the time I get home in the middle of the afternoon even if I only had to sit in a hour and a half lecture I feel like an overcooked noodle. And the mornings aren't any easier, my anxiety has been spiking a lot lately, and that messes me up completly, and it's particularly hard on my stomach. Let's just say it's a very demanding period of my life both physically and emotionally and I have been doing my best to get through it with ups and downs, but most importantly by trying to properly take care of myself. I decided to compile a list of small things that have been helping me, both for future reference as well as for people who might be dealing with similar issues.

Prep everything I can the night before. I don't leave the house until more or less mid morning since my class is on lunch time more or less (and this will come up again), so I do have time to do stuff in the morning, but if I have already put everything I need in my backpack, picked an outfit for the day and checked that I have my bus ticket the night before I can have a much calmer morning. Having a calm morning is fundamental for me on any day, so especially when I have a stressful and energy demanding day ahead I want to make sure I don't have to rush, and here is my second point.

Try to have a morning as calm as possible before I have to leave. I am a morning person so I wake up quite early which means I have plenty of time to take it easy. And this means drink my tea as I read my book, prep the last few things I need, like my waterbottle, eat (on which I'll have a later point). Overall my morning before leaving needs to be slow and mostly made of things for myself so again my precious reading time, listening tocmusic as I get ready to get in a better mood and so on.

Taking my meds regularly. It's the logical thing to do, if I am in a period in which my anxiety is worse than usual the number one goal is to be consistent with meds, they are there to help me even if sometimes I forget that.

Finding ways to enjoy food when anxiety fucks up my stomach. What happens is that as soon as I have an anxiety spike for some reason I get very nauseous, which is terribly by itself and it gets worse when it makes me struggle to enjoy my food. But I found a couple of ways to work around that in the past few weeks. Eating when I am away from home is much worse so what I do is embrace the little hobbit in me and have more meals when I am at home, and just bring some snacks on the road if I need them. That means I have two breakfasts before I have to leave the house, the last being a bit more filling. And then when I get home no matter how tired I am or what time it is I cook something for myself, something simple, but I take the time to make something good that fills me up and makes me happy. Because having a full stomach does improve your mood belove me. When I am on the road I bring some lighter snacks that can help me if I feel like I need to have something but that will also work well if I have a spike in anxiety and correlated nausea. I usually eat some homemade bread while I walk from the bus stop to my uni, and then snack on some nuts while I wait for the lecture. And I always have an emergency sweet treat in my backpack because that is something that I actually do on a regular basis. This thing has been working very well, I have had less problems with my stomach acting up, and I am definitely getting all the nutrients I need during the day, just at times that are a bit different from my normal routine.

Bring tea with me. It's something I never did before but it's becoming the one thing I won't give up. I either make a green tea or an herbal tea that I drink before the lecture, and it's been so good for me both physically and mentally. It's been super cold so the warm treat is really needed, but most importantly it's been very comforting and calming, so shutout to my dad for suggesting that.

Having little things to look out for during the commute. This mostly consists of me listing to podcasts, and re:dracula has been of great company in my commutes last year so it's nice it's become a bit of a tradition. It's just good for me not to associate commuting with negative things, so now I just percieve it as poscast time which makes it much much better. This also includes texing friends when I feel like I can look at the screen of my phone without getting car sick (again when anxiety messes me up I can get random car sickness), that's good to keep my mind off things and make the commute feel lighter.

Total relax when I get home. Which sometimes means lying in bed with a cup of tea and nothing more. If I have enough brain power I might read a comic, or play stupid midless games on my tablet for a bit. Honestly just things that need as little energy and brainpower as possible because by that time I do not have much energy or brainpower left, and it's okay. I normally use up a lot of energy when going out and it this period of time all tasks require I use even more energy. I can't do much about it other than accept it and do my best to tke care of myself.

[dailykugisaki]

Day 355 | id in alt

I was out here just "Wow I should color this so they know I'm gonna put air Jordans on Kugisaki Nobara fortnite tomorrow" then I didn't and just slapped some random shit on. She looks nice though.

[thesconesyard]

Don’t worry, I didn’t forget! There’s still an hour left of my birthday, and with that, here’s an update on a story! One that I promise is not abandoned! It just gets hard to focus on it with writer’s block and all. (And here’s a link to the other parts that have been posted in case it’s been too long for you: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38530636/chapters/96305530

Without anymore ado:

Wherever You Are, I Am

Part 47

“I haven’t seen Leah’s boys in so long,” McCoy said as they headed back downstairs. “They’ve got to be getting big now.”

Mrs. McCoy was at the stove when they entered the kitchen. Another woman was at the sink.

“Hi Leah,” McCoy called across.

The woman at the sink turned, then wiped her hands on a dishtowel. McCoy met her in the middle of the room for a hug.

“Lenny!” Leah said. “It’s nice to have you home.”

“It’s good to be here,” McCoy said. “This is Jaylah.” He waved her forward. “This is my sister Leah,” he said to Jaylah.

“Welcome Jaylah; it’s nice to have you here.”

“Thank you,” Jaylah replied.

Leah reached down for McCoy’s hand and examined the ring on it.

“Can’t believe you did it again,” she grinned.

“Come on Jaylah,” Mrs. McCoy said. “Those two have years of teasing to get out.” She led Jaylah to the table.

“And I can’t believe you forgot to tell us,” Leah said with an eyebrow raised. “Or invite us.”

“Hey!” McCoy laughed. “It just kinda happened. Emotions running high, ship destroyed, each thinking the other might be gone…”

“Yeah, yeah,” Leah said with a dismissive wave and a grin. “Wait. Are you really married? Or are you faking having a partner? Is that why we haven’t met him?”

“Jaylah…” McCoy called for help.

“Montgomery Scotty is real,” she said with a smile. “He is who saved me.”

“See?” McCoy rubbed it in his sister’s face.

“What’s she mean ‘saved?’” Leah asked.

McCoy made his way to the table with Leah and sat.

“Did you read about that last mission the Enterprise had?”

“The one that destroyed it?” Leah asked.

McCoy nodded. “Jaylah was there on Altamid. She escaped from Krall, and helped save us. Now she’s with us and going to the academy.”

A young boy ran into the kitchen before anything else could be said.

“Uncle Leo!” he exclaimed, and threw his arms around McCoy.

“Oh my goodness! Look how you’ve shot up Dylan!” McCoy said.

“I’m almost five feet,” the boy said excitedly.

“Hey,” McCoy said to his nephew, “this is my friend Jaylah.”

“Hi Jaylah! I’m Dylan.”

“Hello Dylan.”

“I like your markings,” Dylan said and motioned at his own face.

“Dylan!” Leah hissed, but Jaylah laughed.

“Thank you. My father told me they mean I am fierce.”

“You wanna help show Jaylah around tomorrow before dinner?” McCoy asked.

“Yeah!”

“Where’s your brother?”

“He’s out there with great-Nana and Dad.”

“Here you are,” Mrs. McCoy said, returning to the table with two plates. “Dylan, you run along and play. Let these two eat alright?”

“Yes grandma,” the boy said and trotted back out of the kitchen.

McCoy and Jaylah ate their dinner. Mrs. McCoy and Leah kept them company, in between getting up to check on things for the dinner the next day.

“I can put some coffee on if you want Leo,” Leah said.

“No, I’m good for now. Thanks.”

Leah nodded.

“What are the boys up to?” McCoy asked. “They’ve been awful quiet out there.”

“Steven promised them a movie earlier. It should be finishing soon.” Leah glanced across at the time. “And those two should be getting to bed soon.”

McCoy stood up. “Well let me see how big David’s gotten at least before you send them off. Wanna come darlin’?”

“Ok Dr. Bones,” Jaylah said and stood.

Leah raised an eyebrow at her brother. McCoy laughed.

“That’s what she calls me. Too much time around Jim,” he said, putting an arm around Jaylah’s shoulders. “Though, I know you know how to ask for me by my real name.” He winked at Jaylah, thinking back to her dislocated shoulder at the clinic.

“Fill me in later,” Leah laughed.

She picked up the empty dishes and walked to the sink. Mrs. McCoy was rolling something out on the counter. McCoy led Jaylah out to the living room where both his nephews were lying on the floor watching a movie. Their dad was reading in the corner and a small older lady was sitting on the couch. She noticed the newcomers first.

“Oh Leonard!” she called out and raised her arms.

McCoy walked right to her and leaned down for a hug.

“Hi Nana,” he smiled.

“I’m so glad to see you! Sit, sit!” Nana McCoy patted the couch next to her.

“Hi Steven,” McCoy called to the man in the corner.

“Hi Leonard,” his brother in law called back.

McCoy nudged one of the boys with his foot.

“Hey there David.”

“Hi Uncle Leo,” the boy looked over his shoulder quickly then turned back to the movie.

“Who’s this?” Nana asked, nodding at Jaylah.

“This is Jaylah. Jaylah, my Nana.”

“Hello.”

“Come sit dearie, I don’t bite.” Nana laughed.

Jaylah sat next to McCoy.

“Now Leonard, is this the one you married?” Nana continued. She peered at Jaylah with a smile.

McCoy laughed. “No Nana, Monty is out at Yorktown and couldn’t make it. Jaylah is a very dear friend; like family.”

Nana nodded. “Good. There’s always room for more family in this family. What do you do Jaylah?”

Jaylah looked puzzled. “What do I do?”

“Are you in Starfleet like Leonard?”

“Oh. I am at the academy.”

“And what do you study? Are you going to be a doctor?”

“Engineering.”

“Monty says she’s going to be a great one,” McCoy said. “She fixed up nearly an entire Federation starship by herself.”

“You fixed a starship?” Dylan had turned from the movie and sat up looking at Jaylah wide eyed.

“Montgomery Scotty made it fly,” Jaylah said.

“But it wouldn’t have done that without all the work you did first,” McCoy insisted.

“Did you get to fly it?” Dylan asked.

Jaylah shook her head.

“Have you flown other ships?”

“Shh,” said David over his shoulder at his brother's growing enthusiasm.

“I have not flown,” Jaylah said. “Only in the simulator at the academy.”

“Dylan has decided he wants to be a pilot,” Nana said.

McCoy looked at his nephew. The boy looked so much like Leah when they had been young. Behind Dylan, David turned the movie off as the credits began.

“What about you David? Know what you want to do yet?”

The other boy shook his head as he sat up.

“You gonna give me a proper greeting now your movie’s over?” McCoy teased.

David got up and hugged McCoy.

“You’re going to be taller than your mom any day now,” McCoy said.

David rolled his eyes.

“This is Jaylah,” he introduced her. “And this is David, Leah’s older son.”

“Hi,” David said as he sat back down by his brother. He cocked his head to the side as he looked at Jaylah. “Where are you from?”

“I don’t know,” Jaylah said softly. “I lived on Altamid, but I am not from there.”

“Her markings mean she’s fierce!” Dylan exclaimed to his brother.

“Time for bed!” Leah said entering the room.

“Mom!” David groaned. “Why can’t we stay up? It’s a holiday.”

“It’s already nine thirty!” Leah said.

“Come on boys, let’s go,” said Steven, getting up. “Say good night.”

“Good night,” David and Dylan chorused. One at a time they each leaned down to kiss Nana on the cheek.

The boys left the room slowly followed by their parents. The three left in the living room could hear when the boys called goodnight to Mrs. McCoy, then the sounds of footsteps on the stairs.

“They’re good boys,” Nana said. “I’m so happy to see you here Leonard,” she continued after a pause. “I try to follow the doings of the Enterprise as much as I can, and oh I was so worried about you after that last mission.”

McCoy saw a tear forming in the corner of his Nana’s eye.

“They didn’t say much at first, except the ship had been destroyed. That wait to see your name…” she grabbed McCoy’s hand and squeezed. McCoy covered their joined hands with his other one. “And that’s where this young lady comes in is it?”

“Yes Nana. Jaylah was living and working on an old Federation ship and helped us escape.”

“And James T and Montgomery Scotty helped me escape,” Jaylah said.

“Monty and I took Jaylah in, and well, she’s family now. She’s even a McCoy Nana,” McCoy smiled.

“What?” Nana asked in surprise.

“I did not have another name. Dr. Bones let me use his and Montgomery Scotty’s.”

“Well! Another McCoy! That’s wonderful dearie.”

McCoy felt Nana’s fingers touching the ring on his finger. He moved his other hand away so she could see.

“Now, tell me about this husband of yours Leonard…”

“You doing alright darlin’?” McCoy asked when they had gone up to their room for the evening.

“Yes Dr. Bones,” Jaylah said with a smile. “I like your family.”

“You feel overwhelmed at all, you go right ahead and find somewhere quiet. All these McCoy’s together can get a bit boisterous.”

Jaylah nodded her acknowledgement and went into the bathroom.

McCoy woke first and stretched himself out as he sat up. He gathered his things and went silently into the bathroom, hoping the noise wouldn’t wake Jaylah. Though, she lived in the dorms, hopefully she could sleep through all kinds of noises.

He glanced across at her peaceful, sleeping face as he finally left the room.

Downstairs the smell of strong coffee hit him and he breathed it in happily. He followed the scent into the kitchen.

“Good morning Leonard. Did you sleep alright?” Mrs. McCoy was stirring something on the stove.

“Like a log Ma,” he chuckled and went to the coffee pot. “Mmm,” he said after a sip, “no one makes it like you.” He lifted the cup in salute to his mother. “No one else up yet?” He asked as he moved to stand at the counter opposite Mrs. McCoy.

“I thought I heard Nana moving around, but no one else has come in yet.”

“You need any help?” he asked after he had another drink and set the mug on the counter.

“Do you want to stir, or get out the breakfast dishes?”

“Whichever you want me to do Ma.”

Mrs. McCoy held out the handle of the spoon to him and he stepped forward to take it.

“What time we eating today?” he asked as Mrs. McCoy got out bowls.

“About 3 or so,” she replied.

They fell quiet, working contentedly. McCoy looked up at the sound of someone else entering the kitchen. He smiled at the sight of his young nephew still wiping sleep from his eyes.

“Morning Dylan,” he greeted him.

“Hi Uncle Leo. Hi Grandma.”

“What are you doing up early?” McCoy asked as the boy made his way over.

Dylan shrugged. “Mom was snoring.”

McCoy let out a bark of laughter. Trust the young to be truthful.

“What’s for breakfast?” Dylan asked, trying to look in the pot.

“Oatmeal,” McCoy answered.

“What do you want on yours Dylan?” Mrs. McCoy asked.

“Ooo, what is there Grandma?” Dylan moved away towards the table.

McCoy grabbed one of the bowls his mom had sat by him and dished a few scoops into it. He dished a second bowl, then turned the heat down under the pot. He carried the two bowls to the table, then went back for a third.

“Could you pass the blueberries?” McCoy asked his nephew. “Thanks.” He sprinkled a few in, and watched Dylan do the same. He drizzled in a bit of honey, and held back a grin when his nephew followed suit.

“Anything else?” McCoy asked.

Dylan shook his head and began to eat. McCoy looked at his mother and shared a smile.

“Jaylah! Are you ready?”

Dylan went flying to the stairs yelling.

“Dylan!” Leah admonished her son, “Don’t yell in the house!”

“He’s fine,” McCoy laughed, “Just excited.”

Leah rolled her eyes at her brother. “Says the one with no kids.”

“Hey! Now you know that’s unfair. I have to deal with Jim everyday locked on a starship.” McCoy stuck his tongue out at his sister.

“Now who’s being childish?” Leah asked back with a raised brow.

Jaylah came down the stairs at that point.

“Are you ready?” Dylan asked eagerly.

“Yes,” Jaylah said with a smile.

“Can we go now Uncle Leo?”

“Where’s David? Did he want to come too?”

“Dunno,” Dylan called over his shoulder. He had already grabbed Jaylah’s hand and was leading her to the back door.

“Dr. Bones!” Jaylah looked back in surprise.

McCoy and Leah couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’ll send David out if he wants,” Leah said.

McCoy nodded and followed after Jaylah and his nephew. He grabbed his coat off the hook and Jaylah’s as well. Once outside he handed hers over and put his own on. Dylan had put his on before he went running and yelling through the house.

“Can we go to the stable first Uncle Leo? Please?”

“What is a stable?” Jaylah asked.

“Don’t tell!” Dylan looked at McCoy. “We can surprise her!”

McCoy laughed. “It’s a surprise darlin’.”

“Come on, come on!” Dylan urged them as he ran ahead.

“Think he's a bit taken with you,” McCoy said as they followed the young boy.

Jaylah frowned at him.

“Taken?”

McCoy laughed. “He wants you to be his friend.”

“Oh.”

McCoy held back another laugh as Dylan opened the stable door and Jaylah followed him in. A gasp was followed by a whinny and McCoy entered the stable behind Jaylah.

“Dr. Bones!” Jaylah grabbed his arm. “What are these?”

“This is Honey and that’s Max,” Dylan said. He was reaching up to rub at Honey’s neck.

“They’re horses darlin’,” McCoy said.

“They are huge,” Jaylah said with wide eyes.

“They’re big, but they’re sweet as sugar,” McCoy said. He walked to the horse Dylan wasn’t rubbing. “Aren’t you girl?” he said to the horse, petting along by her mane. The horse let out a neigh, then ducked her head towards McCoy. “I don’t have anything for you right now,” he laughed at the horse nosing at him. “Wanna pet her?”

“Pet?” Jaylah asked, her eyes still wide.

“Like this!” Dylan called out and demonstrated.

Jaylah moved slowly over next to McCoy. She slowly let McCoy guide her hand along the horse’s neck.

“We can go for a ride later,” Dylan told Jaylah.

“Ride?” She looked at McCoy, her eyes widening again.

“Tomorrow maybe Dylan. Don’t think there’s enough time with dinner today.”

“Guess that’s true Uncle Leo,” Dylan said with a frown.

“Come on, we’ve got lots more to see before we need to get dressed for dinner,” McCoy said.

[mactiir]

I am tired of being in the DSM-V, please put me in another book. am i irritable, hyperactive and and forgetful because i have adhd or because i am a werewolf on my lunar week. is it the depression or my ancestral curse coming to bear. Is it anxiety or am I haunted by the ghosts of the city around me. let's keep some whimsy in the world plz and not make literally everything about how we're incorrect in some way.

[mikeru6]

heyyy mutuals sorry i disappeared off the face of the earth!! i almost failed like 3 of my classes so. had to get that worked out. but it’s fine now so im back:3

[coronangelic1]

god has cursed me with needing reassurance every second of the day because if not i will end up mentally banging my head against a wall and physically stay on a spot too long overthinking

[curiosityschild]

I've had a few conversations recently, mostly with castmates, where they are very surprised to learn that I am 30. They keep pegging me as early 20's. And like...it keeps making me feel uncomfortable instead of flattered. And I've been wondering why because I really don't think I've unlearned the whole "30 is old" thing THAT well despite my best efforts.

And I think it might be partially because I kind of feel like I've been tricking them? Like oh no these 20 year olds thought I was one of them but actually I am a gross creepy old person. And partially also because I'm afraid that they're actually calling my actions immature? Like you thought I was younger because I don't act like a "real adult"? I don't know.

Like they literally keep staring at me open mouthed that happened more than once. Stop doing that! It makes me feel weird :(

[skyloftian-nutcase]

I'm sorry, I just... had to give y'all a glimpse of what it's actually like

*in medical dramas*

Doctor who never seems to leave patient's general vicinity: His blood pressure's dropping, he's crashing!! *intense music and people rushing around and alarms blaring with fancy disco lights flashing*

*in real life*

Me, minding my own business, hearing an alarm beep to indicate hypotension: *grumbling as I get up for the fifth time to go back into the room and adjust blood pressure IV medication* Gosh darn it Steve stop misbehaving, this is just downright rude.

[theskyexists]

Ok looked at all the vampire f/f books listed on sappfic.com or whatever and. Thats not a lot comparatively and also I had an idea! Who wants to read the one scene i already wrote for it

[srldesigns6277]

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[empresskink]

This fucking close to k wording my boss🤏🏻🙂

[fun-with-colors]

Random manga rec: Interviews with Monster Girls

Hey y’all, this is exactly what it says on the tin.

My icon is from a manga called Interviews with Monster Girls, which is a fairly short slice-of-life manga about a high school teacher in a world where figures from various world mythologies are actually real.

There are vampires, dullahans, snow women, succubi and incubi, oh my!

The title isn’t a euphemism - it’s literally about helping these monster girls (demi-humans or ‘demis’ as they’re called in the manga) to fit in and to share their stories to the world at large. It explores how things like “not having your head attached to your body” would impact your day-to-day life, how difficult it would be to eat or carry bags while dealing with that. It speaks to my experience as a student with a mental illness, and how I felt different from my peers in a way that was difficult to express.

There’s no over-the-top drama, it’s very heartwarming and sweet. The teacher doing the eponymous interviews is super understanding of everyone’s unique perspectives and is always supportive of the students.

There is a romance sub-plot, but it’s between two of the teachers and examines with a truly critical lens how being a succubus would make it difficult to form attachments with others. It’s a slow burn, and so cute!!

Anyways, this is all to say that you all should go read Interviews with Monster Girls. It’s got 11 volumes and they’re all out now. It’s got an anime, but I don’t think that anime ever reached the end?