#and theres no such thing as sick enough

[elegantcherryblossomsheep]

I saw your long post about 3d recovery, I've only started developing it but I've had these thoughts for like years and I don't feel like I'm, well sick enough to reach out for help, do you have any advice for how to reach out, even if it's a sentence.

oh god yes,,, the not sick enough this is a nightmare and honestly i still kinda feel that way, after 2 years post diagnosis and treatment and such.

i think thing number 1 is,, you might always feel that way. theres no use trying to get worse - your standards will change, it wont be enough, the cycle goes on.

for me, the reason i reached out was because i was afraid my ed would interfere with my year 12 exams, so i guess if you can find something you cant do without recovering, or that you're afraid you might lose if things get worse, that will help. might be relationships, physical activity, picnics and such, even reading.

idk how old you are so idk if youd be reaching out to friends or family etc, but i started with a free public mental health service (headspace)... there was a waitlist, so maybe not ideal. but eventually, i spoke to professionals who made it feel more normal? less stigmatised? but also more real.

Eventually i did tell my dad - picked an environment we couldnt run away from (the car) and idk,,, tried to strip it down to basics... not 'i think i have anorexia', but 'i was wondering if i could get some help with my relationship with food'. might not work for everyone, but it took a lot of the pressure out of it.

honestly, you may not always have the best luck with health professionals... many know next to nothing about eds,, base diagnoses around bmi or looks etc... please dont be disheartened, it doesn't mean you're not sick or that you don't deserve to get better.

the thing is, if its impacting your life, your thoughts, the way you feel, the way you eat, your relationships, ANYTHING, its a problem, and you're sick enough and you deserve help. The sooner you can get support, the better your chance at getting better - the better your chance at avoiding long term health problems, fucked up metabolism, literal trauma from the illness and more.

please please feel free to reach out or message me! i dont know if i can be of any help, but my ed took time and life away from me that im SO happy to be getting back now that im getting towards recovered. if i could stop my past self from experiencing that, i would, so if i can help anyone else i would love to.

[transgendz]

My roommate and I are financially unstable while he does through a long, complicated diagnosis process that started as we stopped being homeless. I just got a job, and it's going to pay well and allow us to get caught up and stable, but I don't get my check for a week and a half. We have rent due on the 1st, our storage bill due at the end of the month, and we are out of food.

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[nbmudkip]

rehyperfixating on a children’s game that came out in 2015, is one of the least popular entries in its series, and has minimal content, the vast majority of which i’ve seen before. the series has been dead for nearly 10 years, nothing has happened recently that would warrant anyone’s returning interest in it, very few of my friends give a shit about this specific game, and those few who played and liked it in the past have no reason to give a shit about it at all right now. i have been coasting through on a playthrough i’ve been doing with a friend who’d never seen the game before and who was kind enough to let me show it to them, but we just beat the game, and after we play the epilogue we will have nothing left to do, and on top of that they really have just been humoring me as they have their own very strong current hyperfixation they would much rather be thinking about. also i am depressed enough right now that literally nothing else except for waiting to play this game with them and playing this game with them and watching them enjoy it at least a little has been able to briefly quiet the constant cacophony in my head screaming how much of a worthless, lazy, constantly-failing miserable excuse for a living person i am and how much better everything would be, especially for myself, if i stopped existing lately. would anyone like to volunteer to 🔨💥⚒️Kill Me With Hammers🔨💥⚒️ because i would really like for someone to 🔨💥⚒️Kill Me With Hammers🔨💥⚒️ right now

[path777]

just as you stand: some weird ass (hyung kink) soongyu (hoshi pov) for mingyu day.. happy birthday mingoo🫰praying for a celebratory 13 way for u tonight

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there isn’t any time. not for them to get their makeup touched up again after this, not for hoshi to take a piss really quick, and most definitely not for him to be on his knees sucking mingyu’s cock.  

it’s about minute two of their supposed outfit change but their outfits remain, well, unchanged, but hoshi is grateful for the thick leather pants he has on now, as he tries to focus on getting mingyu off instead of the dull pain in his knees. 

the younger had tugged on his sleeve as they walked off-stage, a whined “hyung” that hoshi would have conceded to no matter the request — a public secret. “i’m hard,” mingyu had said, a blush sitting high on his cheeks, running a frenzied hand through his hair. “could you-? please?” and so hoshi had made a quick excuse and promise to be back as fast as possible — both which probably didn’t fool anyone — and pulled him into some corner. he knelt down and had the thought that mingyu was panting kind of like a dog, and he filed this information elsewhere in his brain to reach for later. by the time his cock was out, thick and hard against his cheek, he was almost whimpering, hands trembling to keep them at his side. 

there’s no time. and so hoshi wraps his hand around him, jerking him off without rhyme or rhythm, hand forming a tight ring around him. 

“hyung,” mingyu says again — all this kid knows is to whine at his hyungs, really — “i want- want-”

hoshi doesn’t wait for him to finish his sentence before taking him to the hilt, the tip of mingyu’s cock hitting the back of his throat. there’s no technique here, either, and he hears mingyu hiss at teeth, scraping accidentally against skin. he mumbles an apology the best he can with his mouth stuffed full, and does his best to move his teeth out of the way. 

he’s also pretty sure that this spot isn’t the most discreet — but what’s done is done and he can’t bring himself to care when mingyu is panting like this, like he’s asking to be marked and collared beneath his clothes on-stage. and maybe he should next time, day two; he imagines marks, dark and implicating, all over mingyu’s inner thighs and wills himself to stop. he’d have to leave them everywhere in that case — he can never seem hold back when it comes to mingyu. he thinks about mingyu looking at himself in the mirror, skin marred by hoshi’s claim, his possession. mingyu would be embarrassed, proud and pleased but above all embarrassed as he tries to cover all of it up with long sleeves and long pants — thank god he would have the cold incheon weather as an excuse. and only hoshi would know, only hoshi would know in front of a stage of thirty thousand, not to mention the live broadcast to many more. 

but for now he focuses on mingyu — mingyu feeling good, mingyu whimpering hoshi’s name interspersed with breathy hyung’s; mingyu’s fists clenched tightly at his side when otherwise they would be tangled in hoshi’s hair, now styled to perfection for the concert. it isn’t long before mingyu is coming with a low groan, spurting in mouthfuls down hoshi’s throat. he sputters a little — the taste is familiar but it never gets any better. 

he’s just about to swallow the rest lingering in his mouth, on his tongue, wiping at the edges of his mouth lightly with the back of his hand. but just then mingyu leans down, meeting no resistance as he parts hoshi’s mouth and licks inside, as if searching for his own mark that he’s just left inside hoshi. it’s wet and messy, more than he would have liked, but he’s not about to say no, not when mingyu looks like this. 

hoshi attempts a protest, useless against the other’s insistent lips, mumbling as mingyu refuses to let up, pressing into him like he’s in some kind of trance. he’s leaning nearly his entire body weight onto hoshi, and it takes a hard shove for mingyu to stumble backwards, looking dazed. 

and hoshi has to remind himself that there’s no time, there’s no time, no matter how much he wants to keep mingyu like this forever — spent, but eager for more, always so eager for more. he takes one last look at the younger’s glossy eyes, full of something unspoken that hoshi’s not sure mingyu even knows is there. 

hoshi gets up abruptly, his back to mingyu. “quickly, mingyu.

there’s no time.”

[softshuji]

eldest daughter syndrome really do be kicking my ass tbh

[kkoct-ik]

secondhand trauma is so fucked up because you have these horrible doom feelings and you dont even know why. youve been told the world is scary and you believed it and it was never something you made your own mind up about. its just part of life. and how do you argue with parts of life

[silent-sentinels]

lays on the fucking. ground. maybe we should open commissions. so we can buy a new laptop

theres so many other funds that need money and we can still deal with this

our fucking enter and backspace key stopped working bro idk what to tell you. this is including: volume up and down buttons, brightness up and down buttons, screenshare button, 1, 3, 9, q, e, o, d, h, and now enter and backspace. even after relocating half our keys to our keypad buttons this shit is nigh unusable.

nOT TO MENTION OUR CHARGER THAT ONLY WORKS 50% OF THE TIME. god this is SO ANNOYING BUT APPARENTLY WE DONT DESERVE ANYTHING RIGHT NOW ARUGGGGGH

maybe once spring semester starts we can ask. fucking. who knows. who cares. like truly who cares. also we can't do commissions are you fucking kidding? us? with art on a deadline communicating with peoples requests through dms are you hearing yourself???

aaAAUGGGHHHH FUCKING. WEEPS.

[ace-apple]

me when theres more corruptions and deaths and villain arcs and possessions and whered the joy go wheres the joy. will they heal can they heal please can we get something good for once i thought we learned from the dsmp ending

[red-dyed-sarumane]

personally i dont think every single voice bank should have a synthv bank & also synthv banks are not inherently superior.

[princessmyriad]

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[poems-of-a-lover]

just saw a tiktok clip that said that every dino boy needs a shark boy. so true. whos gonna be my dino boy.

[aria0fgold]

ensekai has the new ui now! I've been playing around its settings to see what works for me and orz... I still end up motion sick... But, at least the changes I made lessened it by A LOT, so I'm happy bout that!

[spacephrasing]

hello sorry if this is really long and tmi but besties i need some advice

[thegreathomestuckreread]

I FUCKING LOST YARN CHICKEN NOOOOOOOO

and it's not possible to run out and get another ball tomorrow or any time this week because everyone who drives in my house is currently incapacitated and i'm too tired from my own health bullshit to bus it

i need to go to bed before i spend CAD$14.99 on same-day shipping for a single ball of yarn

[indiegame]

depression cancelled i cleaned up a small part of my room and also my bag

[why-is-it-always-autumn]

I dislike it when people conflate "there should be more [thing]" with "there should be less [other thing]". There are very few situations that are actually zero-sum