#and then I watch as their liking for me diminishes

[solarenchanting]

𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐔

pairing: fushiguro tōji x fem!reader

summary: you’re so sick of fushiguro tōji.

note: asshole!tōji. implied toxic relationship dynamics. usage of “[last name].” emotional distress (reader).

a/n: inspired and named after the song “i hate u” by sza. this was also written in a stream-of-consciousness, so i apologise for any inconsistencies, spelling or grammatical errors. i hope whoever stumbles upon this fic, may you enjoy it.

and as always, much love from me to you <33

“you’re a fucking coward, fushiguro.”

your eyes narrowed, focusing on the back of the man standing before you. you took in how he didn’t even flinch at the sound of your voice—not even at the sound of the grainy sand of the beach shifting underneath you and him.

it was almost as if he was expecting you to find him here. his back facing you, hands in his pockets, head leveled, as he stared off into the distance of the vast, blue sea—the crashing sound of the harsh waves colliding with the rocks nearby and the smell of nicotine filling the air, the stream of smoke dancing above his head.

“fushiguro, huh?” he mused, the burnt tip of the cigarette glowing red as he took a drag. he took the cigarette in one hand, exhaling and tapping off the ash into the sand. “what ever happened to tōji ?”

your glare hardened—and you knew he felt it at the back of his head—with your lips twisted into a grimace. crossing your arms, you retort, “you tell me.”

“and tell you what?” his reply was quick, laced with challenge. this time, he moved his head over his shoulder. dull, green eyes staring into yours, and shrugged, “what is there for me to say?”

you stared at him with disbelief, jaw slacked and eyebrows furrowed. a part of you expected this—his cold attitude, the blank expression on his face as he smoked another drag— but another part of you felt hurt—angry, even.

“are you fucking kidding me?”

“does it look like it?”

he turned around slowly, glancing down for a moment to watch the ash fall from his cigarette as he tapped it off again, before staring back at you. he looked at you expectedly, as if he was actually serious—playing fucking dumb.

“what do you want me to say… [last name] ?”

“huh, wow…” you shook your head, turning it the other way incredulously as you stared at the sight of the waves crashing onto the rocks. you sucked your teeth, the tip of your tongue poking the inside of your cheek.

again, you should’ve expected this behaviour from him—it was typical. hell, this wasn’t even your first time dealing with this—the indifference. the back-and-forth. beating around the bush and never getting to a resolution—just arguments with him that wore you out.

and yet, you couldn’t stop your body from trembling at his cutthroat tone. how your crossed arms pressed against your chest, as if you were shielding yourself from him, or the way your heart clenched at his words.

it was getting boring—exhausting even. standing here, on the fucking beach of all places, repeating another moment that has occurred for countless of times of you and him talking in circles, of chasing after him and confronting him at his haunts.

everything was a huge difference to the earlier days of your relationship that you often reminisced about late at night—the ones filled with romance; date nights, surprised gifts, flirtatious banter, dancing and kissing in the kitchen.

it was those nights that made you hold onto whatever you had going on with him. you wore the rose coloured glasses and you knew that, causing you to lose yourself in the process—becoming lost in a lie, in what once was. hoping that one day, those days will come back— that you’d find your way back to each other.

but hope was a fragile thing—and it diminished as slowly as you began letting go.

your eyes flickered back to him, his cold stare boring into yours. in that moment, you couldn’t imagine if the roles were reversed—you would’ve never treated him the way he did you.

yet the other part of you filled with anger couldn’t help but wonder what you would do to make him feel like this.

“you know what, fushiguro?” your voice was barely a whisper, the words carrying through the crashing and whooshing noise of the waves.

tōji remained quiet, arching his eyebrow as he exhaled smoke once more, signaling you to continue.

“i hate you.”

[flutterbyoz]

It always surprises me, or maybe it doesn't given what the general TWD fandom can be like, that people are using the fact that The Ones Who Live is a love story as a reason to criticise the show.

The fact it is a love story was never hidden, it was never a secret or kept as a surprise, it's what the show was repeatedly promoted and advertised as. Andy, Danai and Scott never misled anyone into thinking it was going to be anything else, they were quite clear and pointed out that TOWL would be a love story every chance they got. So if someone saw any of the promo, interviews etc whether online or on TV and were going into this show expecting something else then I don't really know what to say other than they probably should have paid more attention.

The show was not aimed at or made for people who hate Richonne. I get that not everyone is a Richonne fan, to each their own for the most part, but when you watch their spin off, what else are you expecting other than a love story? Especially with Andy and Danai at the helm, it seems some people really don't understand the characters at all.

I know some people tuned in just to see what happened to Rick and that's great, the show isn't solely for Richonners but if the love story with his wife and love of his life annoys you so much that you can't continue watching your fave in their spin off and the feel the need to announce that you quit half way through then not only do I have to wonder why you hate their relationship so much but also say that you're purposefully ignoring a huge part of who Rick is and why he does what he does. I don't think you can fully understand and know Rick without his relationship with Michonne and how his love for her and hers for him shapes him into the man he is today. Without Michonne, Rick is a shell of himself, she is his entire world, she and their kids are his reason for everything so you're not going to get a Rick story without Michonne, because without Michonne there isn't really a Rick.

Had this been Rick and Daryl instead of Rick and Michonne, had they been the ones with the emotional scenes I can pretty much guarantee a large majority of the people who complained about Rick and Michonne would have no problem with Rick and Daryl. It's what a lot of them have been calling for since Rick was taken not to mention the people who are bitter that Richonne gets everything they have wanted for their ship for years.

Attacking a show because it is what it was promoted as and did exactly what it set out to do is more than a little bizarre to me but I suppose it's just another way to criticise and disregard Rick and Michonne's relationship and diminish Michonne's importance.

I know, if we see Richonne again, it's going to be another love story and those who complained before will most likely complain again but only one spin off has been the most successful, a hit for the franchise and for AMC, included on numerous best of lists, gained Emmy buzz, received overwhelmingly positive reviews from critics and fans alike, has multiple Saturn award nominations and given this franchise a new lease of life. I find it strange to watch a show knowing full well you're only doing so to find something to complain about and though those viewers are just a small percentage of TOWLs overall viewers they did the exact opposite of what they wanted to do. Instead of bringing the show down they're just raising it up even higher!

Nothing will stop this ship, everyone wants a piece of them, they draw everyone in even those who say they don't care or even like them together and that's the power or Richonne!

[heartsings77]

Hold on to Your Crown...

It’s been a while since I have heard someone say, “Hold on to your hat!” It’s an old expression that signifies preparing for whatever might lie ahead. For me, it still points to a bumpy ride ahead, during which time I might lose my hat if I’m wearing one.

Jesus said something similar in His message to the church at Philadelphia: “I am coming soon. Hold fast what you have, so that no one may seize your crown” (Revelation 3:11).

A loose rendering of this verse might be, “Hold on to your crown.”

In the context, Jesus praises the church for its “patient endurance” (Revelation 3:10) and notes that He is “coming soon” or quickly. His message commends believers for holding fast to His word amid opposition as they waited expectantly for His appearing.

As 2024 ends, many of us wonder how much longer it will be until the Lord appears to take us home to glory. I know of many saints who suffer from various afflictions as they await meeting our Savior in the air. Many of us feel the effects of aging, which makes us long all the more for fulfillment of 1 Corinthians 15:47-55, our receipt of immortal bodies that will never grow old, get sick, or wear out.

It’s likely we don’t have a whole lot longer to wait. The events of 2024 have brought us to the brink of the start of the seven-year Tribulation and, thus, to the Rapture. Don’t let the start of yet another year diminish your expectation of our “blessed hope.”

If we are to keep our eyes on the prize that awaits us, we must not allow the following detours to derail our anticipation of Jesus’ soon arrival:

Don’t Give Up Hope

The longer we wait for the Rapture, the more I understand Jesus’ words in Revelation 3:11. He knew of all the temptations we would face to stop watching for His soon return. Perhaps that’s why He reminded the church at Philadelphia, and us, not to give up hope in these last days.

What is the crown that Jesus tells us to hold on to in Revelation 3:11? I believe it’s the one that Paul wrote about in 2 Timothy 4:8:  “Henceforth there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, will award to me on that day, and not only to me but also to all who have loved his appearing.”

Keep looking up, and by all means, hold on to your hat, or in this case, your crown. The Lord will reward your continued faithfulness in eagerly watching for His appearing. Not only are we in the season of Jesus’ appearing, but we live during its end. If there ever was a time to watch for the Rapture, this is it! (by Jonathan Brentner/Harbinger's Daily)

[passionatelyxlust]

Yes, Gluttony would tell him the same thing, convincing his brother that what happened with their King wasn't his fault when no amount of comforting will diminish shifting the blame unto himself. If he grabbed what precious family he held dear and hauled ass straight to the farmhouse with Azriel in tow, Gluttony and Josephine would not be suffering so profusely. The nightmares wouldn't be playing in their minds every single night, the mansion's interior untouched by the disarray, the time spent away would be almost like a vacation. However, Lust rationalized how many things could go wrong in that scenario. The wards don't hold up, the King slipped through into the mind of anyone, perhaps the presence of two princes are difficult to conceal from being tracked. All the male knew is a decision teetering on rushing back home and being with his brother so Gluttony had another support system advocate. Really, the minute he witnessed the state of the mansion pulled him closer and closer to that option. "He will never stop taking the brunt for me." Lust gave his brother one last yearning glance before watching the wisps of darkness emitted by Gluttony's nightmares wrapped themselves around the dream witch's hand and engulfing them both directly into the other prince's mind. A swirling burst of destructive wind seemed to tunnel around the pair as they stepped through, Lust feeling the tightness of Azriel's strong grip cling to him and providing a reminder for what the other instructed. Do not let go.

Azriel's magic progressed an ebb and flow that vanquished the events occurring in Gluttony's dream, offering the Prince mere glimpses of what his brother's deepest and darkest fears presented. He could feel the despair in the atmosphere without fully seeing the contents from the nightmare itself. It is a curious philosophical question, wasn't it? What could a crowned demon Prince of Hell ever fear when he possessed the honor of a royal? A soulless being having nightmares proved that maybe...he and his brothers were not so soulless after all. The King seriously underestimated the expectation his sons had the ability to connect on a personal level that drew them closer together instead of carrying a competitive nature vying for their master's acceptance. Lust didn't hold the closest relationship with a majority of his brothers apart from Gluttony. They were two peas in a pod, gossiping days away, and placing their lives on the line for each other. He wasn't exaggerating to Azriel how Gluts took the blows wherever they were shot from, his brother somehow feeling the need protecting him at all costs. Sure, Lust portrayed over-confident arrogance, but mentally, he was damaged. Sensitive. Experiencing emotions and having to conceal them on a more heightened level. "I'm actually here, brother." The minute his eyes found his brother's and Az released his grasp as permission that it was safe, Lust immediately closed the distance between them and dropped to his knees, throwing his arms around Gluttony in a hug he was too afraid to release the man from. He remained that way for a long moment, savoring the embrace, before finally pulling away. "My corporeal form is here actually, thanks to Az, but it's me." Lust's gaze scanned Gluttony's face, taking in the state of him. "Gluts, what the hell happened while I was gone? The mansion looks like it hasn't been cleaned in weeks. And Kai's here too?" He glanced over at Azriel and back at the prince, attempting a smile, "I see you found my replacement already."

The witch responded to Lust's question with a shrug. Could Azriel have speculated every possibility that brought his brother to be in the mansion that housed two Princes? Yes, but the reality was that this trip wasn't for him. Confirming that his brother was alive was good enough for him, he knew he could always get answers from his brother directly. Az's eyes flicked to Lust as the prince took in the state of the surroundings, feeling the sadness rolling off of him in waves, and he knew where his prince's head was going. It's what he, himself, would think if something happened to Kai. Something happening to Lust's closest brother and best friend shortly after disappearing after the resurgence of his King? It wasn't a coincidence. "This isn't your fault, Lust, and I'm sure Gluttony will tell you the same thing," the witch replied quietly before taking Lust's hand in his once again, his own eyes moving back to the sleeping prince before reaching out to the inky tendrils once more. The beckoning energy that clung to him while he was in the astral plane enveloped Azriel's hand, pulling him and his passenger into Gluttony's dream. In most dreams that Azriel went to, he was able to distinctly feel where he differed from the dream, untouched as a mere spectator. However, stepping into Gluttony's dream where a raging storm with the power of the strongest hurricane hit the witch like a ton of bricks, almost winding him completely which only caused him to tighten his grip on the Prince's hand. He knew it was merely because most of the minds he travelled in weren't as powerful as a Prince of Hell. Even when Azriel made a stand against the King, it was in Alexia's mind; he never would have stood a chance if it was reversed. Taking his free hand, Az willed his magic to flow through Gluttony's dream– attempting to find where the Prince's subconscious lay and quelling the dream.

Gluttony swam and swam but hardly could breach the surface of the waves he was trapped under for longer than a second before a tidal wave of black water brought him under again. Every time he went under, it was hard to feel what was up or down, his body spinning like it was trapped in a whirlpool. His lungs hurt from holding his breath, and the very moment he ever made it above, he could only drag in a ragged bit of breath, unable to scream for help. The thunderstorm raged above his head as he forced himself to the surface with his last burst of energy, hands flailing until they gained purchase on a drifting piece of debris where the Prince finally pulled himself to relative safety to assess the damage. At that moment, he realized that he wasn't wet or even damp, as one would expect when coming into contact with water. The black waters crashed violently against the driftwood, but Gluttony couldn't help his curiosity when he reached a hand out to cup the water. Bringing his hand closer to his face, he noticed it wasn't water but words. There were so many words that it only appeared to be liquid and one opaque unit. "What the hell," the prince ground out, shaking his hand to release the captured words into the void. He felt like Rose in the last few scenes of Titanic, but only if it were set in an abyss of alphabet soup with a raging storm overhead. He'd take the freezing waters any day if he could trade. A distant rumbling brought his vision to focus once more, the area darkening around him, which made him turn to see what had blocked out whatever light source there was, only to see a massive tidal wave headed his way. Gluttony crouched in on himself, bracing himself for the impact and subsequent fight for his life again... but it never came. Peeling his eyes open, he noticed that the debris he was clutched on and the endless black sea and tidal waves were gone. Burying his head in his hands as he knelt on the ground, Gluttony breathed for once, his mind at peace for a moment before he felt a presence. Opening his eyes once more, he looked up and saw the one person he'd wanted to see since he left. His brother, his best friend, his reason for fighting. The very reason why he'd felt like he had a gaping wound in his chest– Lust's absence was far worse than any fate he suffered at their King's hand. Gluttony's face scrunched up, emotion heavy in his throat causing his chin to wobble. His dark eyes darted between Lust and Azriel, and there was a tiny spark of hope in his chest, but he was so scared it was a dream; a worse nightmare than what he'd experienced already– a golden carrot on the end of a stick that was ever a torturous thing outside of his grasp. "Please... please tell me you're real and not a cruel figment of my imagination," the prince pleaded. Azriel looked towards Lust and released his Prince's hand, nodding towards Gluttony before backing away.

[prismaticpichu]

omg you asked for this 😅 💗 so please if you have inspiration, write some domestic fluff where sephiroth is already part of zack's family. i have a soft spot for sephiroth finding a family 🥺 🥰

Shdhdhhdhd SCREAMING AND SCREECHING!!! TY FOR INDULGING MY ZACKSEPH GONGAGA HEADCANONS, ILY 🤣❤️💖

(This may or may not be turned into a series!! If so, then this would be the first fic <33)

~

✨ Sephiroth Fair: Fic #1 ✨

Sephiroth glanced up at the sound of soft, approaching footsteps, streaks of fresh starlight braiding through his hair as he turned towards the stairs, surprised yet unbothered to see Mary Fair descending into the moonlit den—tousled black hair and a sleeprobe telling him that the woman had just gotten out of bed.

"...Is everything alright?" Sephiroth asked instinctively, his voice a purposeful whisper, a vise of anxiety quietly gripping his heart. Could there be a monster in the area, a threat? Should he warn the town? Should he wake Zack? Should he...?—

But a single smile from the other diminished all his paranoia at once.

"Everything's fine," she assured, assuaged. "Just wanted to grab a glass of water."

...Ah, right. Of course. Relief immediately flooded through the man's chest, veiling the vague sheepishness behind his bangs. It was all still raw, the whole situation... He still didn't even think he swallowed all his incredulity yet, or even fully digested that this was his reality—his life. It wasn't a fantasy; it wasn't a dream; it wasn't something that would go away when he opened his eyes, finding himself back in his quarters at ShinRa, back on a mission, back in the lab...

He would wake up the next day, and it would all still be here.

He wasn't going to lose this place.

"My goodness... he's sleeping like a log."

Mary's smiley, amused whisper reined Sephiroth back to the present. He blinked, staring for a beat, then glanced back at the younger man slumped against his shoulder—breathing rhythmically, draped in a blanket, sound asleep...

His anxieties drifted away, budding a soft smile in their wake.

"...Heh. Yes." Sephiroth gazed fondly at his dear friend. "He decided my shoulder would make for the most convenient pillow."

Mary chuckled, leaning a bit against the banister. "How are you going to move him?"

Sephiroth's answer was immediate, knowing: "I won't."

"Oh, but it's so late... Don't you want to get some rest, dear?"

"Believe me..." Sephiroth gently shook his head, the silver strands brushing against Zack's valley of quills. "This isn't my first time."

"...Oh?" Now her voice carried an air of question, interest.

Sephiroth nodded. "Mmhmm. Several nights he would come to my quarters, drained, and insist on staying. Perhaps we would watch a movie, or whatever slop was on the television…" The emerald eyes seemed to glint as he canted his head, fondly observing Zack as he shifted and squirmed and murmured some sleep-drenched nonsense in his slumber. "And it wasn't much longer after I turned on the television that I found myself serving as a bed..."

The fondness could not be bridled in Mary's voice, her laughter rippling murmuringly through the half-sleeping house, her eyes impossibly soft and sweet and grateful as she continued to gaze at the precious sight before her—an almost magical spectacle, a bond so sincere and whole that it could set the whole alight with its warmth, could serve as the sun, and nobody would know the difference...

Her smile broadened, gazing at the man who had once stood nothing more than a splotch of ink on their kitchen table, gazing at the man who had taken such good care of her son. She watched as Sephiroth pulled the blanket tighter around Zack's shoulders, as his own smile softened, as his eyes glinted with a protectiveness and love so profound that she thanked every star in the sky that Sephiroth was with them now—that Zack had snatched the morning papers from her husband's hands, that he gaped and awed at the SOLDIER who posed in those photographs, that he declared then and there that he was going to join ShinRa...

Everything happened for a reason, she always told herself—a common Gongagan belief.

And that belief had been unfolded so beautifully in front of her.

"...He's so lucky to have you, Sephiroth..."

Sephiroth again blinked, suddenly grateful that he was facing Zack instead of Mary—if only because, that way, the onlty person to see the swell of warmth that flared (unbidden) onto his cheeks was sound asleep, dreaming. His hair curtained the rest.

...Lucky? Had his presence ever been described as such? Certainly a burden, a dream, maybe even an honor—

What are you talking about? You nearly...!

Suddenly, Sephiroth's eyes flared with memory, his cheeks and chest blazing with ice, alight with horrid images.

You hurt him...

You could have killed...

You...—

Then, just as abruptly, Sephiroth closed his eyes..

...No. It was over; it was scabbing.

He focused, just like Zack had taught him

The town was healing... Strife was safe; Tifa was safe; he was safe...

He breathed; he inhaled, exhaled even slower...

Zack was safe...

One... two........ three.

He opened his eyes, and he was still here.

He wasn't going to lose this place.

"...Mmn," he finally said, returning to Mary's statement just some short seconds later, the fond smile thawing back his expression as he gazed back at Zack—scarred cheek pressed against his own, "...And I am blessed to have him..." He paused, his swallow much thicker than expected, turning his gaze toward Mary, "...as well as this family."

Mary's smile could have turned the night to daylight. "Oh..." She reached out, gently ruffling Sephiroth's hair through the railing. "And we are blessed to have you, too, dear..."

Sephiroth had to clear his throat to avoid... whatever sound wanted to break through it.

Smiling still, Mary withdrew her hand, sensing the overload of affection still needed to be gradual, exposed to. "Try to get some sleep, Sephiroth. I'm sure Zack would be angry if you didn't."

"...Heh,” Sephiroth couldn’t help but chuckle, pillowing his head against Zack's feathery, harmless spikes. "...That he would.” He closed his eyes, sighing peacefully.

“Goodnight, Sephiroth.”

“Goodnight.”

By the time Mary returned from the kitchen, a glass of water in hand, the two brothers were sound asleep.

[numberonetacostan]

ME ME I WANT THE LONG TERM STARVATION POST i love yiou

I LOVE YOU TOO!!!!!!^^ Hi and welcome and thank you for wanting the long term starvation post!!! Hooooooray!!!!!^^ :D XD I'm so happy there is demand for the long-term starvation post!!!! o(≧▽≦)o

TW: EFFECTS OF STARVATION/MALNUTRITION AND DISCUSSION OF REFEEDING SYNDROME BELOW

DISCLAIMER: I am not an expert or medical professional. I'm just some guy. If I get anything wrong feel free to let me know, just be nice about it pls.^^

LET US BEGIN!! I'm going to go over all the effects that I think long-term starvation/malnutrition would have on Taco!!! Of course there are more potential impacts than what I will be discussing here, but if I gave her every side effect at once she would die <3. (Also because of my slight peladophobia. I stim with my hair I am very attached to it). BUT ANYWAYS, LONG TERM EFFECTS, GO!!!!!!

Firstly, she would not cognitively function as well!! Oh no cognitive impacts!!~ Malnutrition is linked to a diminished ability to cope with stress!!! And Taco has a ton of stress!!!! Her concentration would be impaired, she'd be more rigid in her thinking, her problem solving abilities diminish (we see her move to solving her problems with flat out violence in s2 rather than careful manipulation like in s1), and she'd even tend more towards obsessional thinking!! We see her obsessing over her own mistakes, the people she's lost, etc!!! It's also because of guilt, of course, but after a decade she hasn't even begun to heal, yeah? She doesn't have the mental energy to do so. She just thinks about it again and again and again.

Starvation also impairs one's judgement hard, and well. Taco certainly demonstrates poor judgement in season 2!!! Do I even need to give examples? Just watch the season and you'll get it.

Insomnia!! I would already peg her as an insomniac, with her being alone in the woods and needing to watch out for the various dangers that can come with that, but being hungry can make it pretty damn hard to sleep. Like your body is trying to tell you that you need to be taking care of that first before you rest, yeah? But since she can't take care of it, it would just contribute to her inability to sleep. Which causes a whole other pile of problems for her, yeah?

As for her mental health, anxiety and irritability are symptoms as well!! Taco snaps at Mic a lot during season 2, even though she likes Mic quite a lot later in their partnership!! She's always irritated because she's always in a state of semi-starvation!! I mean, she can be easily annoyed normally too, this isn't to say all of her bad behavior is because she's been starving the whole season!!! But I do think her troubles and attitude are exacerbated by malnutrition!!! Malnutrition can cause mood swings and more intense/negative emotional reactions as well, which would only contribute to her irritability and social difficulties.

As for anxiety? Leaving the bushes is difficult for Taco!! Being around everyone is scary for her. She's been through a lot, she'd be anxious either way, especially having lived in a rough environment where she'd needed to be more alert, but with hunger constantly hanging over her? It would be even worse!!!

Depression. I think she'd be depressed either way, but in a constant state of starvation it would be even worse!!! With all of her ruminating and lamenting over her past, the isolation, the self-hatred, and the hunger? So much depression.

Onto her attitude and behavior towards food!!! I have already mentioned her hoarding food in post-canon, whether that's in her bedroom to hide from everyone or in the woods in case she gets kicked out again, so I won't go too in-depth on that. Of course she'd be incredibly hungry, though she'd resolutely ignore it to the best of her ability, and she'd have a lot of thoughts about food. Dreams about eating, maybe. I also think she'd start eating rather slowly when she does have food, to try and make it last longer and fill her up more even if the latter won't actually happen.

There would be negative social impacts as well!! Malnutrition has been observed to make one more critical of others (Taco criticizing, like, everyone she comes across.), social withdrawal and isolation (yes), strained relationships (due to behavior partially influenced by starvation), feelings of social inadequacy (her self-hatred and belief that trying to start over with everyone would be pointless), and a neglect of personal hygiene made worse by her lack of access to any sort of hygiene products as well as depression.

And now onto her physical health! Oh no!! Less energy, of course, since she doesn't have proper fuel to give her body energy. A higher sensitivity to noise and light, since I already hc her as being sensitive to those esp after her time in the quiet and mostly dark woods. Headaches, dry skin, being cold all the time especially her hands and feet!!!

Speaking of her hands and feet, I hc Taco with a vitamin B12 deficiency due to her poor and lacking diet, which can cause numbness in the hands and feet. I'd imagine it happens quite often and she eventually just gets used to it. Hypomagnesemia, a low amount of magnesium, is also caused by malnutrition and can lead to numbness, nausea, abnormal heart rhythm (discussed a bit more below), and muscle cramps.

I'd also see her having an irregular heartbeat and low blood pressure with her body not properly being able to keep up with the physical activity she has to engage in living on her own in the woods. Her heart may also have to work so hard due to the lack of fuel that it could lead to tiny tears, which as far as I know could heal on their own normally, but with her staying in a state of starvation for so long they could lead to some rather big problems!!! Not good!!!!!

There is also the risk of poor bone health and osteoporosis!! The body can break down bone material for nutrients, and we see Taco being rather fragile in the show, yeah? I mean, a rock hitting anyone in the face would hurt and potentially break bones, but with the extent we see her shell crack in the show, it could be a sign of weak bones due to long term malnutrition.

Speaking of her broken facial bones, another symptom is slow healing times for sicknesses and injuries. The body just doesn't have enough energy for quick healing, so it takes quite a bit longer. With her living in the woods I can see this getting pretty bad, she'd end up with open wounds susceptible to infections that she isn't healthy enough to properly fight off, yeah? Might even push her to steal medical supplies from the hotel, if she's desperate enough.

Okay! Lastly onto refeeding syndrome for post-canon Taco, who has access to a better diet!!!!! Moving to quickly when recovering from starvation, especially starvation as long term as a decade or so, can cause a variety of issues. The body needs time to reacclimate. Her electrolytes would be quite imbalanced, and giving her too many too quickly can lead to even more heart problems!!! So, bad!!!!! The acid-base balances in her body would also be shifting with the introduction of a proper amount of food, which can cause respiratory problems, which would also negatively impact the heart. Also bad!!! She'd also be quite fatigued as her body readjusts, yeah? In the long-term, it can do some serious organ damage, but I feel that with other casts members watching out for her it wouldn't get to that point. Everyone applaud the MVP Lifering for single handedly keeping the entire cast alive with his medical knowledge.

I hope this satisfies you, anon!!!^^ This was a fun one to research and write out :).

[lucygrayslover]

:(((

[joanna-lannister]

i hate the "i'm gonna uplift one female character by reducing that other female character's strength and resilience" mindset

[giddlygoat]

my brother can make me laugh without moving at all. he can make me laugh on command, just by existing, and there is no physical tell or indication that it is about to happen. it’s like he can will me to laugh and i will. of course we’re not telepathic, but we do speak in unison sometimes. we improvise like no one’s business. we could fool anyone into believing we are psychically linked. when i try to explain it, i sound silly saying it out loud, but i really CAN tell what he’s thinking. we exchange so much information just with a look. he can make me cry laughing and he doesn’t even have to move

[aerithisms]

i still have so many questions about the ff7 remake story. why did aerith even have knowledge of the future in remake to begin with? from a watsonion perspective, why does she lose that knowledge after the end of remake when sephiroth doesn't? (i'm fully aware the doylist reason is that having a character who knows the future would totally break the plot but i'm still curious if there's more to what they were doing with aerith's remake character or if this is it). what was her motivation to encourage the party to fight the whispers in the original game when she knew the party would defeat sephiroth in the end if events followed fate? was it simply that she wanted the chance to live? because that makes me want to lie down and cry!!!!

[coolspacequips]

Menacing black cat crosses my path this October Friday 13th 😳.........

[adhbabey]

You should always be wary of people who swear off therapy and then minimize, attack and step over your own feelings and experiences, because they think they're above having therapy, or they've tried it for one day, or one week and didn't seek another professional's advice.

Because genuinely, my heart goes out to everyone whose tried therapy and it hasn't worked for them because of problems outside of their control. But for people who fight you on the fact that therapy never works, not for anyone, and that they're better off just reading psychology and theory, those are the people that you should criticize the most.

It is obvious to anyone in the disabled or neurodivergent or mentally ill community that plenty of professionals are fucking stupid or ignorant because they haven't researched enough or learned past a certain point in their lives and stopped helping their patients beyond what they took tests for. And those are the people who let down people the most when it comes to helping people. Those are the people you shouldn't trust with your time or money.

So what makes you think that reading a couple psychology books, probably the same old, traditional bullshit, that they taught to all those terrible doctors, will actually help with yours or anyone else's mental health issues. Everyone whose met an annoying psychology major knows. It's clear that trying to be intellectually superior than a literal patient in therapy, or someone actually living with the disabilities described in those books, isn't the brightest idea.

As someone whose tried and failed to DIY their own mental health journey, it is not easy nor recommended to go through this shit alone. You probably shouldn't, because its damn well easy to make your mental health worse, because it's so easy to fuck something up. Like accidentally or purposely triggering yourself, in order to get to the bottom to why you're feeling something. It's not fun.

So please, if you're having trouble finding therapy, there are community resources out there to help you deal with shit on your own, but don't go spouting stuff you don't actually understand. Don't go trusting strangers who say they have the answers to self help, and then twist around actual clinical terms to bring their point home, don't listen to those people. Don't listen to people who spitefully swear off therapy because they think they can handle it all by themselves. Just don't trust people who don't actually have a degree, and still criticize the ones that do. If some advice to you, seems off, or overblown or diminished, you should be questioning that advice. You should be getting a second opinion.

I make mental health and disabled content all the time on here because I want people to be informed, and to find community and resources to get the help that you need. But you can't pull therapy words out of your ass and expect people not to question you. Talk to the community and don't just go informing random strangers, if you don't know what you're talking about.

If you abuse your platform to misinform other ignorant people, you deserve to have your platform taken away. So treat the chance to educate people as a privilege, don't use it to spout bullshit that you don't understand. Therapy isn't a last resort, so don't listen to anyone that treats it that way.

[hauntingblue]

I don't know what to say... everyone got a happy ending except the people who actually wanted a real revolution and had a cause for it... but it's not like we had much of their opinions on this I guess... also no final lez sex scene... tragic

[chororine]

[bitchthefuck1]

have you watched the pjo show?

I saw the first 2 episodes when they came out at a watch party one of my friends threw, and as soon as they ended I realized I didn't particularly care to keep going. It wasn't like, outrageously bad by any means, I just don't think it gripped me enough to want to continue, and there were enough odd adaptational choices that I thought weakened the story that I lost interest. I might have tuned back in if the changes actually built to something interesting in the later episodes, but from everything I've seen it kinda seems like they just took the teeth out of the story, which was what I was worried about.

That being said, the cast seems really great and well suited to their roles, so like, if they improve the writing and pacing in the later seasons and stop sanding down all the rough edges, I might pick it back up. But otherwise, pass.

[synapticconstruction]

Apollo being Will’s assigned fursona is funny but like,. I think knowing the context later on when Will notes that outside of swimming, she had a passion for art, although a side hobby of hers, she nevertheless would draw what her and Will’s interests and have her own characters. It kills me knowing how although it dwindled among sharing her art, this game is what’s left and like although you have NO CLUE as to why this Let’s Play is happening you have to sit and just think about the GRIP these text boxes have on Will It’s