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i swear to god i do more work in three hours in this job than i did in ten months at the other job lolllll. but i can’t even be too resentful towards old job because 1) i’m out of it and never have to think of it again YIPPEE and 2) the timing of that job (specifically my lead escalating shit to Unbearable Misery Levels) enabled me to be in exactly the right place & right time to apply for this job.
#i am all amped up#partly from knocking out a bunch of shit this morning#and partly from the lowgrade hum of pregnancy-related anxiety#ultrasound scheduled for sunday morning#which feels sooooo far away#but i guess i just have to get through three days after today#i wish interviews were this week so i could kill a bunch of time that way lol#i need to be prepared for the slow rising levels to mean bad news on the ultrasound#but i am also trying to not fret too much or read The Forums#kinda wish i had one more blood test to reassure me or help me brace myself but#trying to also resist the Hunger for Data as i know it is just an emotional desire to assert some semblance of control#over a process i ultimately cannot control in any meaningful way#anywayyyy ok#killing 20 min before my last meeting#then i'm going to drive home and try to listen to a webinar in my car#then i can be done since i started at 6:45 this morning
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It his birthday…
#fnaf#my art#five nights at freddy's#fnaf pizzeria simulator#fnaf help wanted 2#helpy#wait is Helpy in Help wanted because his name is Helpy#what#anyway#beepins#a boopins#whyyyy#my friend made it sad and said he’s alone but still happy#then i made it sadder and said that’s ok Mike probably programmed him with a birthday tune to play even if he’s alone#like space rover y’know#and then i started crying so hard thinking about it#anywayyyy#happy happy birthday lil guy
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Made a few sims for the coming pack. I was going to take some screenshots but the game crashed just as I tried to pose their little family.
#thank god i had saved them to my library#anywayyyy#meet Decha!#the sims 4#ts4#pls ignore the fact that this child is not dressed for the winter#i was unaware the windbrook save began during winter#its ok i doubt it snows in tomarang
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My inconsequential pet peeve with the dragon age fandom is the erasure of male Lavellan and the assumption all Lavellans romanced Solas. And that's the devs' fault cause like Solas should be a bi option or AT LEAST discuss the vallasin (i am not looking up how to spell that) thing with male Lavellans also. But that didn't happen soooooooo like...I don't do bald dudes and I like to play as funny little guys. Where is my funny little guy Lavellan rep???? He's very silly and he loves buff, emotionally constipated women who devalue his religious background and who leave him to become the pope (it's problematic tbh)
#obligatory no this is not all people who call Lavellan she#female Lavellans are cool too blah blah blah#Solas x Lavellan people though yall are...#idk that's your thing LMAO#I'd be all over the angst with Solas if it was gay shit ok?#and I just like Cassandra in gen she's my fav companion so i kiss with tongue#I also am a big fan of funny but big guy Adaar#That shit fucks esp. with a Dorian romance#anywayyyy i'm avoiding work to bitch about shit that DOES NOT MATTER WOWIE#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#lavellan#but i'm stil gonna tag to be messy hehe#me when i say things on tumblr like it's the hottest new gospel but it's actually stuff people have been saying for almost a decade#I'm such a revolutionary
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mmmmmok i spoke too soon apparently my towns water treatment plant is destroyed from flooding so now they shut off everyones water and nobody knows when they can fix it ⚰⚰
#the repair guy for my apartment said it could be a week before they can fix it#and most of our bridges quite literally washed away liKE#i might be forced to enter a very musty state of being like if i dont shower every night i dont sleep in my bed#fugggggggggggggggggfuckguckFOCK#ok anywayYYY gotta po nti drawin comin up 💀 hopefully today
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Belleview Chapter Two (Part D): Day One
Notes: This is the final part of chapter 2. Now, pretend all 4 of those parts were posted in one thing because that is really how it was meant to be but things got away from me :)
Belleview: Chapter 1, Chapter 2 (Part A), Chapter 2 (Part B), Chapter 2 (Part C)
TW: Institutionalized slavery, Med Whump, Dubcon Medical Care, References to Human Experimentation
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Day one, Lincoln thinks, goes by in a sort of semi-organized frenzy that makes up for a lack of rhythm with the undiluted tenacity of every person who has been assigned to this site. It is a flurry of organizing volunteers, scheduling with local hospitals, reviewing the notes of the medical team and pausing, occasionally, to ask how his two patients are faring. River remains isolated, but no one pushes him, and Felix remains alive and that, for what it’s worth, counts as a win.
Beds are built inside of the tiny rooms with impressive efficiency, while volunteers sort through the floods of donations, things from clothing to food to entertainment. At some point, an entire truck full of televisions, courtesy of the mayor, pulls up, and at another, a florist brings a van-full of indoor plants to help make the place feel more ‘homey.’ Three restaurants deliver catered lunch, and seven bring dinner. The residents, by and large, refuse the food, and it is not until the prepackaged meaty substance that has been their daily meal for their entire time at the site is found, heated, and delivered, that most of them eat anything at all.
The phone rings non-stop with offers for food or ‘any other support needed’ over the next week. News vans come and go, with volunteers offering cursory updates on where things stand at Belleview, but never on the residents themselves. Their identities are protected, and no one seems to mind regardless.
The community, much to Lincoln’s surprise, rallies behind the residents, and he is left to admit, reluctantly, that even here, in this somewhat small community in southern Florida, where so many vocal supporters of the system fought tooth and nail to keep contracted labor intact, there are countless pockets of good. He doesn’t have the time to rearrange his opinion on the town, but he recognizes the necessity to reassess where he stands.
For now, he throws all of his energy toward the task at hand.
Three of the residents, Felix, Gabriel, and Ari, require hospital visits for diagnostics. Lincoln makes a note to check on them before leaving for the night. Seven more have been hooked up to IV fluids and are being monitored while they sleep, but will be treated at the site once the med rooms are set up. Three (River, chiefly among them) refused any care, and seven allowed themselves to be examined without fighting. Notably, the team suspects that many did not understand, or believe, that things have changed, and so the pretenses under which they cooperated were dubious at best.
It’s eight o’clock, and with one full twelve-hour shift under his belt, Lincoln accepts that it’s nearly time to call it a day. The first group of volunteers has begun packing up and leaving for the evening, with the new group filing in and orienting themselves to their tasks. Lincoln sits in the empty office, twenty-one folders strewn haphazardly across the large metal desk.
He reaches for the newest folder, marked ‘Felix,’ and opens it. He reads through the notes– his notes– and stands, placing the lone file into his bag. He picks up his keys, and he turns off the light to the office, and he starts making his way through the bowels of the building that, just yesterday, housed horrors that he has not yet begun to wrap his head around.
Lincoln passes several volunteers setting up a common area out of what was once a waiting room, which includes putting together sofas, hooking up the donated TVs, stocking shelves full of books, and hanging art. There are half-broken down boxes strewn everywhere. He greets the volunteers with an exhausted smile and half-wave as he passes. Once he reaches the tip of the main corridor, he pauses. It’s quiet now, with an almost eerie quality to it. A couple of the fluorescents are dull, with one outright flickering. It gives the wing a sort of post-apocalyptic ambiance befitting its history. If not for the doors, each cracked open in a bid to encourage the residents to explore their temporary home, it would look exactly the same as it had this morning, save for one of the plants that made its way to a corner.
“How did it go today?” Dr. Anthony Schiller, the assistant director of the site, who will oversee it during the overnight shifts, asks as he pulls up beside him.
“It could have gone worse,” Lincoln responds. They are silent for seconds, maybe minutes, staring down the long hallway. And then, “I’m worried about them,” Lincoln says softly. At the doctor’s expectant look, he continues, “About where things go from here.”
Schiller nods in agreement, and Lincoln hands him the key to the office with a half-hearted smile that is meant to be encouraging, but might read closer to reluctant.
“Files are on the desk, notes are in the files,” Lincoln says. He gives a rundown of where they’re at, what they’ve done, who to keep an eye on overnight.
Once Anthony has retreated, Lincoln makes his way through the corridor toward the exit. He listens for any signs of distress as he does. In one room, the light from the TV flashes through the crack in the door. From another, he can hear crying. He pauses, knocking on the door. “Do you need anything?” he asks, and the boy’s– Ethan’s– eyes snap up to meet his.
“I’m sorry,” Ethan whispers.
“It’s okay,” Lincoln replies. He takes a step into the room, where there is a barely-eaten dinner and an untouched pile of blankets. “I’m sure this is overwhelming,” he says. He picks up the top blanket and unfolds it, then sets it on the untouched bed. “Have you had a chance to eat?” he asks.
Ethan nods, visibly holding back as much emotion as he can.
“Okay,” Lincoln replies. He sits at the edge of the bed, and pats the space next to him. “Will you come sit with me for a minute?” he asks then. Ethan, predictably, does as he is asked, and Lincoln hands him the blanket. “I’m going to head out for the night,” Lincoln explains. “Is there anything you want me to grab you for tomorrow?”
Ethan shakes his head quickly. “Okay,” Lincoln replies. “Try to get some sleep. If you’d like to turn on the TV, you can. Anything you need, please let the volunteers know, okay? I know this is confusing,” he continues, “but things will get easier.”
Ethan smiles, his eyes downcast, and Lincoln squeezes his hand. “I’ll see you in the morning?”
As he continues down the hall, he wonders, idly, how many of these beds will be untouched tonight. How many of these men will go hungry tonight. How many will sleep at all. River's room is quiet and dark, and Lincoln resists the urge to check in on him. He is okay. He refused lunch and dinner, but has a bed, has clothes, and has access to food and water. No progress has been made throughout the day, but, Lincoln hopes, they will try again tomorrow.
He reluctantly continues walking.
He pauses, finally, at Felix’s door. As one of the three critical patients, the volunteers have been on top of him all day, reporting back at least hourly on his status. With the medicine and with the fluids and with the constant care, he’s been stable, which is something.
Lincoln pushes the door open as quietly as he can, and buried under a weighted blanket, curled up on his side, lies Felix. An oxygen mask covers his mouth and nose, and, under the covers, Lincoln knows a slew of monitors cover his body, feeding them data on his condition. After a thorough review of that data, Lincoln turns his attention back to Felix.
Even in the darkness, it is obvious that he has been bathed, he has been given clothes, and his wounds have been tended. He looks… peaceful, Lincoln thinks. He looks comfortable.
As he takes a step back toward the hall, Felix’s eyes crack open, instantly seeking him out. His fingers lift, just slightly, in something that vaguely resembles a wave, and Lincoln makes his way to his bedside.
He kneels next to him, squeezing his fingers gently.
“Hey,” he whispers. With his free hand, Lincoln brushes the hair off of Felix’s forehead, then runs his fingers across the bruising on his neck. “I was just on my way out,” he continues, “I wanted to check and make sure you have everything you need?”
Felix doesn’t respond, but he keeps his eyes on Lincoln. Lincoln smiles and stands, with a soft, “I’ll see you in the morning,” as he moves away from Felix’s bed.
The panicked look, the same from earlier, ghosts across Felix’s features, and he reaches for the mask. It doesn’t take more than a split second for Lincoln’s mind to be made up. At home, his boyfriend will struggle to understand what happened here today. He’ll be chastised for taking his work too seriously, for not setting boundaries, for giving too much of himself to his job.
But, he thinks, as he pulls out his phone to send the text message: I’m going to stay here for the night. I’ll check in in the morning. Will explain tomorrow, he knows it’s right. By the time he drags the small armchair over to Felix’s bed and settles into it, Felix’s body has lost the fight for consciousness. Still, when Lincoln puts his hand on top of Felix’s, and the tension in his shoulders immediately lifts, Lincoln knows that this is where he’s meant to be.
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#institutionalized slavery#Med Whump#Dubcon Medical Care#References to Human Experimentation#ok SO#this was really all one big chapter#and we went a little up close on some things that maybe didn't need to be as up close#BUT who am if not an oversharer of every detail of every interaction#anywayyyy#im gonna take a stab at making some edits to river's chapter and i do apologize for that but i think it reads slightly adjacent to where-#-i wanted it to#then we'll get moving
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i am yearning so bad for my twinnies rn….. goodnight everyone ily all so so much !!! 🩷🫶🏻
#p.s. i was having a kinda rough night earlier?#but between listening to gvf…. and the people who saw i wasn’t doing well and reached out….#i’m genuinely feeling better now 🥺 so thank you. fr. i’m so so lucky to know all of you!!!!#not to mention court. my beloved. thank u for being my best friend for all things gvf and beyond. ily#anywayyyy i wanna smooch from a kiszka twin. and snuggles until we fall asleep. ok <3#li speaks#jake#josh
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Aight so.
Just reblogged a post that mentioned Nico canonically having depression (totally agree), but I wanted to talk about my other headcanons around Nico's mental health AND MORE IMPORTANTLY his recovery journey.
(AN IMPORTANT NOTE: I'm very wary of talking about headcanons involving mental illness, bc it can easily cross the line into romanticising mental illness. I grew up in that kind of online space, and it's toxic af and makes recovery almost impossible. So I want to emphasise, especially for younger fans who read this - Nico gets better, canonically and in my headcanons. So did I. So will you. It takes work, and often it's not a painless or pretty process, but it's so much better than letting yourself rot away in the dark. Romanticise being well, being happy, and getting better.)
In my head, Nico is autistic. But I think he's been so traumatised and so dissociated for so long that he doesn't even really realise how much things affect him, how much easier things could be if he gave himself permission to be the way he is.
FOR EXAMPLE. I think he is specifically very sensory-sensitive, but he's so disconnected from his body and brain that he doesn't really realise it. He just always feels Bad™️ and has never been safe enough to figure out why. So then, once he gets comfortable at CHB and really starts to finally feel safe and present, he starts to slowly untangle things bit by bit. Will is a big part of this - he's very intuitive and notices stress queues in Nico before Nico even realises he's stressed.
It starts off with Will noticing Nico avoiding crowds, which isn't necessarily weird for a kid who spent the last several years with ghosts, but then he realises it's not actually the people that bother him. It's the noise. Like, Nico avoids the Apollo Cabin as much as possible, even when it's completely empty except for Will, bc it's constantly got music playing a little too loud. Nico doesn't even really know why he doesn't like it and doesn't really bother thinking much about it, but Will is like "huh that's interesting". And, as he gets closer with Nico, that pattern becomes more and more apparent - in noisy places, Nico becomes tense and guarded, but in quiet places he's more relaxed. Then Will notices Nico's sensitivity to textures. Some clothes are consistently "grumpy Nico clothes" and some are "happy Nico clothes".
Will decides to run little experiments, making subtle changes around Nico and taking note of Nico's reaction. For example, suggesting Nico change clothes before a date because "I like the black jeans better" ie "the black jeans are a softer denim and stiff denim makes you grumpy". Or swapping out Nico's sheets bc "whoops my bad, I was practicing wound cleaning and spilled supplies all over them! But don't worry, I've replaced them with a new set so it's all good," ie "your sheets were cheapass 100% cotton and rough af and that's why you haven't had a good night's sleep like, ever, so here's a high-quality satin (or whatever, idk fabrics) set that probably won't bother you as much." And lo and behold, Nico sleeps like a baby every night after that. Or orchestrating a whole plan to get Nico into the Apollo Cabin when it's quiet (music gets turned low, siblings are threatened with weeks of dish duty if they don't keep it down), and seeing if he's less on edge. AND HE IS.
And eventually Nico picks up on Will's increasingly elaborate accommodation experiments (Will is simply having way too much fun at this point - he feels super sneaky, finds it hilarious that Nico still isn't noticing, and also just loves seeing Nico less stressed out) and is like "Solace I know you're up to something, out with it or else." And at that point Will is like "ok bet" and pulls out a fucking spreadsheet (Annabeth taught him how to use excel (yeh I know demigods don't vibe with tech but this is my headcannon so deal with it) with great joy and little-to-no interest in why he actually wanted to learn) with a bunch of Nico's triggers and sensitivities and the success rates of different accommodations. Nico is like "I'm actually going to kill you, you've been fucking with my brain for months????" but is barely containing how curious he is and how sweet he actually finds it that Will has thought so much about how to make Nico happy. But Will knows, especially when Nico, even while grumbling, takes the spreadsheet with him.
The next day Will presents Nico with a present he was saving for the final big-reveal: some loop earplugs or something similar. Discrete and practical 😌 Will just leaves them next to Nico's bed with a cute lil sticky note that says "Before you orchestrate my untimely demise as promised, give these a go. Consider it the last request of a dead man walking ;) love you Neeks x".
And that's that. The earplugs make a massive difference, much to Nico's surprise and Will's smug satisfaction, and from then on Nico starts to reconnect with himself and gets better and better at recognising things that make him more comfortable, and using them. Will considers his experiment over (a resounding success, of course), but is unwaveringly supportive and helpful as Nico figures stuff out.
Lol that became very long sorry, but it made me happy to write it out hehehe
#ok maybe im projecting a little#but in a good way#i had dpdr as a teen and definitely didnt realise how much sensory input effected me#actually it was hard to recognise how anything effected me#i had a mf tracking sheet for when and why i cried so i could start seeing patterns#and a sleep tracking sheet alongside a mood tracking sheet#bc my brain was so fucked up that i wouldnt feel tired#i would just go straight to im gonna kms#anywayyyy cute yay#solangelo#riordanverse#pjo#percy jackson#rick riordan#myposts#shippost#fandom#neurodivergent#nico di angelo#will solace
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" I wanna be someone's sword"
"I wanna be their seat!"
Okay fair and sexy, I want to be their keychain. Something they can clip to their belt loop and keep with them. They can adorn it with charms and other nice things, so it's easier to find. And when they look at it they know, that if they want to go home, they can. Cause they have their keys right there.
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Post a spotify link ur fans are waiting
4 of them bc i feel like i post one every blue moon and bc you asked very nicely ✍🏽
#fun fact about me & blink 182. i refused to listen to them for like. a full year bc i found out the woman on their album cover was not in#the band. i felt so misled. like tv girl. why put women on your art if you don’t even have female vocals or no women in the band. i was#actually hurt. anyway i matured (forgot abt it) and they’re alright i guess…..#guilty pleasure might be one of my fave songs from rise & fall…it sounds good but so does the rest of the album#deja vu live just sounds like if they put the concept of heaven into a song. and then jay z shows up and it’s like. ok.#i like sabrina’s new album and i like lie to girls a lot……also been listening to bc i liked a boy a lot too#i like megan thee stallion’s new song too i thought adding 5 songs was mad over kill tho#anywayyyy that’s it for now. isa u are my number 1 & only spotify link fan 🤝🏽♥️#blink-182#chappell roan#beyoncé#sabrina carpenter
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“I don’t think I wanna be Eclipse” is EERILY SIMILAR TO “I don’t think I’m Sun” or whatever he said rhhfhfhfjj
Disintegrating rn
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#it is isn't it?#totally on accident i assure you - but now I'm going to say i did it on purpose#BUT YES poppy let him try to find out who he was for himself! they gave him the chance to be who he truly is#nexus took that from him when poppy passed on and now he's finally getting his own control back again#rafajfklajkl#meanwhile nexus wants to forge his own path and be his own person outside of sun and solar because 'nothing matters'#which ok great - but he's doing it purely out of anger and revenge. his purpose still isn't his own#he's choosing it based around solar's actions#anywayyyy i love setting up parallels :)#evilynisgay#ooc#em speaks#mun speaks#sorry for the long rant in the tags
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#real ones know what article I'm referencing it's still the funniest thing in the world to me but ANYWAYYYY#always asking. aku. what the FUCK is going on under that coat#bsd#akutagawa ryuunosuke#yes this was prompted by that post I rbed earlier#ok real talk though why does his shirt look like that man it's such an odd shirt😭😭😭
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happy birthday touko!!!!!
#crow's scribbles#bandori#bang dream#touko kirigaya#her is supposed to be the opposite of rui's. yes i made rui have butterflies while touko's are fish.#you can tell i got better w coloring light after rui and the others haha#you can also tell i got better w drawing fish#my older sibling drew some fishies for me so. yeha#her outfit is based off something i wore once and i rlly liked so. i put her in it!#it probably isnt something she'd wear but i was rushing to decide an outfit ok?#i didnt plan her outfit much so i had to make things up as i drew#i was literally bs-ing my way through this drawing.... but even if i did it's still good!!!!!#she's the second to last guy to draw in bandori so next up is aya!!!!#anywayyyy...#happy birthday to touko!!!! (love her so much!!!!)
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kieran/kiers, 19, he/him ☆ part-time hockey sideblog full-time little freak! ☆ free Palestine 🇵🇸 & donate what you can
interacts from @dovahkiining | a non-necessary carrd if you please | fla&dal !!! | textposts tag & asks tag 𖦹
#kiers.txt#about#my queue is untagged as she always will be 🫶#frankly i kind of just talk about whoever. i cannot be put into a box i am full of multiples. three dimensional man.#except if the cats are involved but thats between me and god. ok anywayyyy!!#goes without saying i would mute ''[team] lb'' for fla&dal if you do not care to see me liveblogging games
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I did it.
ONE OK ROCK Ukatake
#ukatake#singer ukai yoooo#ukai keishin#takeda ittetsu#haikyuu!!#this is like their breakup song#:))))#heheehhehehehehheh#inspired by thr manga the guy she was interested wasn't a guy at all#the green lesbians manga#one ok rock gave me life fr#i was depressed#yea#anywayyyy
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idk why giving characters disability hcs feels so embarrassing like yuup i think the guy i like has the same thing as me -_- ok stop looking nowww
#kicks a rock i think reno has chronic fatigue and pain and a bad immune system...#in the remakes a lot of post fight cutscenes for him show him struggling a lot to move around so i think he's got a long recovery time...#n he seemed pretty beat in that one of the turks in their office.... anywayyyy -_-#im realizing part of the reason i can't stand reno is he reminds me so much of myself LAWLLL he's such a BITTCHHH#.txt#ff7 posting#technically -_-#ok thats enuf being vulnerable i have YARD WORK TO DO and CANDY TO GIVE OUT#(it trick or treating in my neighborhood today)
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