#because i just assumed no one would care anyway

[anotherdayforchaosfay]

I'm Disabled.

Before applying for the federal program SSDI, we married. This was to prevent losing the life-saving insurance I needed. At that point, I was still on my parents' insurance, but would soon age out of being able to use it.

After we married, I applied for SSDI, which takes about two years. Everyone is denied by default, so I was prepared with an SSDI lawyer (they only take the case if they know they can win, and their payment is a very small portion of your backpay; my lawyer was paid just 15% of my backpay)backpack. When the rejection letter arrived, I immediately went to her for help.

I inquired about the state program SSI. She told me I didn't qualify because I'm married. I applied anyway, because I ad nothing to lose. Here's what the person at the SSI office told me I would have to do before I could apply:

I need to divorce my husband.

I need to live alone. We could not be living together because this would be seen as us basically being married.

I need to have less than $2k to my name at all times.

I cannot work.

I cannot live with my parents because their income would count against me.

I cannot own expensive things that could be sold for money.

If I was approved, I would have to continue following these rules with a few additions.

I cannot receive gifts of money.

I must have a bank account, and they would monitor it to make sure I never went even a single cent over $2000.

I cannot have a savings account.

I cannot have a safety deposit box.

I would have to continue living alone.

They can stop by my home at anytime to inspect how I'm living. They could talk to my neighbors to see if I had anyone who visited and helped me as more than just a friend. This means I could not have my former husband turned boyfriend stay overnight, and he cannot be perceived as taking care of me.

I cannot have anyone help me financially. This means no one else can pay my bills. If I cannot afford those bills on my own, I would have to apply for programs that would. Most of those have long waiting lists, like section 8 housing (we had applied for section 8 housing in 2008, and three years ago I received an email telling me we qualified. They had only the information we gave them in 2008, and have since moved across the country).

My SSDI, if approved, would count against me financially.

The most money I would receive from SSI, if I did everything they demanded and was approved, was $618/month.

This is enforced poverty. It's also the onky way may of those Disabled would be able to receive the medical care that keeps them alive, like Medicaid. My seizure medication used to cost nearly $2k/month. My neurologist gave me free samples of it every month and helped me apply for free medication through the manufacturer's financial aid program (you should too if you can't afford your medication). I was receiving medical care through the hospital's financial aid program when I married and lost my parents' insurance coverage.

I refused to do as SSI demanded. My SSDI lawyer was, in fact, relieved when I told her I'm married. Why? Because marrying afterwards would have caused serious and life-threatening complications. She encourages everyone who applies for SSDI to marry if it's possible a ble for them to do so. Because of her, I was approved for other programs, things I didn't even know existed, but for two years, it was Hell-on-Earth. I couldn't work because it would count against me. At that time, rent was $650, but my husband was making federal minimum wage, worked full time, and his employer kept changing his schedule, which made it impossible to apply for a second job.

I know many who are on SSI and need it in order to remain alive. One of my friends nearly fell out if the program because a nosy neighbor saw her and her boyfriend cuddling in her couch watching a movie. They assumed he was secretly living with her. Said neighbor was frequently seen just outside my friend's windows, watching her. When she met my lawyer after getting the automatic SSDI rejection, she married, got into the programs I had been in, and filed a restraining order against her neighbor because my lawyer absolutely insisted on it. The bitch violated the terms three times and was put in prison for six months. She's now on SSDI, married, and much happier.

Marriage equality does not exist until the Disabled can marry without losing everything.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Your Adventures as the Lookismverse Designer

G/N. Run-ins with Burn Knuckles, Goddog, Allied and Big Deal. Masterlists

Being in the Fashion department, you had assumed your classmates had a passion for fashion. For god's sake, it's in the name.

But no, you're wrong.

Apart from using it as an excuse to wear designer brands from head to toe, no one really gave a shit.

No one cared about the history, about design, fabrication, construction.

No one... apart from you that is.

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Your first client wasn't really someone you could say no to unless you had a death wish.

When the whole of the Architecture department shows up along with Vasco, their terrifying leader, you consider running off and screaming.

It was only Jace Park, who seemed to understand a more subtle approach and how intimidating they looked, that stopped you from wanting to flee to the teacher.

(Strange. You actually don't recall seeing your teacher for months.)

"Please," Jace murmurs to Vasco and he's practically begging. "You didn't need to turn up with everyone. Just leave this to me. Please."

If you didn't know better, you would think Vasco was giving him grateful puppy eyes. But that can't be right. He's a thug.

"Sorry," Jace turns to you, looking contrite and fiddling anxiously with his big ears when you're finally on your own. "Are you the Fashion Designer?"

It should have been a stupid question, considering you're in the Fashion Department.

Except you look around at the so-called boxer who pitifully simps after the brunette all day, the rich blonde kid who never talks to anyone, the other girl who is an aspiring streamer and you sigh to yourself.

"Yes, that's me."

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All things considered, the Burn Knuckles are very easy to please.

It's a design printed on some pre-made boilersuits, not exactly avant garde.

You did touch up the logo though and provided some more clothing options than requested. Boilersuits in a small selection of colours, bomber and leather jackets.

When you hand over the boxes to Vasco and Jace, the latter shakes your hand and the former stares at you with tears in his eyes and asks how they can ever repay you.

You shrug. Because he did already pay you for your time and the materials.

"Don't worry about it." You say, giving him a polite grin.

Vasco beams and you think maybe this guy isn't so scary.

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Somehow your reputation precedes you.

To be honest you didn't even realise you had any sort of reputation until a guy with a messy mop head and two dogs corners you in an alleyway.

"I heard you're the Designer," he grunts.

A part of you thinks of fleeing once again. A smaller part of you thinks damn, that nickname is kinda cool.

"I am?"

"Don't play dumb. I know who you are."

You would have found him rude and menacing if not for his dogs picking that exact moment to roll around on the floor belly-up, desperately wanting some attention.

"Fuck's sake," he mutters though he squats down anyway to pat them. "So?" he continues, trying to regain his previous threatening aura even as the pups wriggle around under his touch.

"So what?"  you ask, not able to stop the smile creeping over your face at this adorable sight.

"I need some clothing."

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Perhaps the Burn Knuckles gave you a false sense of bravado, thinking everyone would be as easy as them. Unfortunately, this guy is a goddamn headache.

He wants hoodies, which isn't an issue but he wants matching dog-sized ones and he wants you to design the logo from scratch too.

"But I don't do graphic design," you cry and he pretends he can't hear you.

On your twelfth iteration, he doesn't glare at it and praise the heavens; he's finally happy.

Well, happy is an overstatement. He doesn't exactly look happy but he's no longer glaring at you, so you assume in Johan Seong's world, that means he's exhilarated.

The hoodies fit, both Johan and the dogs, and the logo looks good too.

You wave goodbye to the back of all three. Your bank balance is healthier except you hope they never darken your doorstep again.

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(You have no such luck. He returns, months later, requesting tracksuits.)

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It's a sorry state of affairs when three of the members of Allied are part of the Fashion Department, and come to you asking for help.

"Why don't you design it yourself?" you ask Daniel Park, Zack Lee and Jay Hong.

They look at you like you've grown two heads.

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You will be eternally grateful that Jay Hong is mute, that Vasco is actually the sweetest cinnamon roll, and Daniel Park is pretty easy-going because having Vin Jin and Zack Lee constantly bickering and criticising your design is bad enough.

Apparently these men are very adept fighters. Caught up in some gang shit. It didn't matter. You still wanted to ram your pen through their skulls.

Then throw in someone else called Hudson Ahn who also seems to like giving rude, overly critical comments concealed as constructive criticism -

You threatened to quit more than once.

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Eventually, after staying awake for 46 hours - you all agree on a logo.

"Here." You thrust the USB drive with the files at Daniel Park.

"What do I do with this?"

"You're in the Fashion Department too." You rub at your tired eyes, patience long gone with these morons. "Find a clothing printer yourself. Search for it on the internet. You know what that is right? The internet?"

Somewhere to your right, Vin Jin bursts into laughter.

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You can't decide if this guy is trying to sell you something or if you're actually falling in love with him by the second.

Hell, he could sell you some snake-oil and you're so charmed you don't mind.

"So, you'll do it?" he asks, holding your hands in his larger gloved ones and you feel yourself simpering like an idiot at the contact.

"Sure thing, Mr. Kim."

"Jake," he says, giving you a toothy grin. "I'm Jake. And this is Jerry."

"Who?"

"Jerry Kwon," A large hulking man steps up besides Jake, offering you a handshake.

What? How did you miss him? You didn't notice him at all.

"Oh. Uh. Of course. Nice to meet you too Jerry."

"Come here, guys." Jake signals for the other men hanging back to come forth. "Ths is Brad and Jerry and Lineman."

Shit. Damnit, you've been so fixated on Jake Kim that you ignored everyone else.

Hell. You didn't even realise there was anyone else.

"Hi," you say, wanting the ground to swallow you up and blushing furiously.

Jake catches your eye and gives you a wink.

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Being completely honest, the Big Deal tracksuits aren't your best work.

You're not too sure on the logo design (though hey - that's not really your handiwork). The placement is a little awkward and the design is sort of plain.

You added gold elements to at least make it a bit more cohesive, and sourced extra durable fabrics with lots of movement as apparently the guys have a tendency to damage clothing during fights.

"What do you think?" Jake says, modelling your finalised version.

From the smile on his face, you could tell he's very much satisfied with your work.

"Looks great," you say and you're telling the truth. Although it's not really the tracksuit that looks great, but the man wearing it. His broad shoulders and tight waist, long muscular legs and-

Oops. You silently apologise for objectifying him.

The way your eyes rake over his form isn't subtle, though it's definitely flattering. Jake playfully throws another wink your way.

[cottonlemonade]

Payback

word count: 932 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: university AU!Kyoutani x chubby!Reader

genre: fluffy-ish spice, established relationship

warnings: mdni, very suggestive

request: fluffy spice, 2.16 a.m. with boyfriend Kyoutani

It was very late and Kyoutani jumped a little when he heard the soft taps of your elaborate knock routine on his door. To be fair there was little need for secrecy. Mostly because his friend in the adjacent room was still playing games, evident by the occasional cursing he could clearly hear through the wall.

Earlier today on impulse Kyoutani had suggested you should come over to stay with him after finishing up at the library so you wouldn‘t have to go the whole way back to your dorm on the other side of campus. It was all in the name of safety, obviously, and only slightly motivated by the thought of having your warm body next to him in bed.

The previously mentioned friend very intentionally eavesdropped on this conversation and he had not let Kyoutani go before a lot of hollering and an equal amount of suggestive comments. But when the permanently scowling ace, who had driven away any potential roommate with his less than sunny predisposition, didn‘t reply to any of it, his friend had loudly concluded that Kyoutani was probably not a very good lover anyway and so he shouldn‘t assume that anything spicy would happen.

Your boyfriend frowned when he smelled the familiar scent of your shampoo as he opened the door to let you in.

“I thought ya were gonna come straight over.“ He couldn‘t suppress the pout in his voice. If you would have told him he would have walked you back to your dorm.

You smiled and stood on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck when the door closed behind you.

“I know, I‘m sorry. But I had to get my Pyjamas, and a quick shower was too tempting and- are you mad?“

“Tch... no.“

“You sure?“

He was very glad that the darkness of his room masked the blush on his cheeks that usually appeared whenever you got affectionate with him - so, all the time.

His hands came to rest on your waist, giving your generous love handles a gentle squeeze when he finally returned your kisses. To be honest, he was fully intending to just have you tightly wrapped in his arms all night but the softness of your lips, the tantalizing smell of magnolia, and your body pressed against his all gave him a different idea. Still kissing you, he walked backward until he hit the bed. You pulled away and in the faint glow of the lanterns outside in the courtyard, he could see you smile and search his eyes in silent question.

He replied by sitting down at the foot of his bed, pulling you on top of him to straddle his lap. With fanned-out fingers, he held tight onto your pudgy thighs while you cupped his face to continue the kiss. With a quiet sigh, you brushed your tongue along his bottom lip and he readily opened his mouth for you. Once again you broke away but only to take off your shirt and toss it somewhere into a corner. His breathing stop for a moment.

You had to give him credit that he kept his eyes fixed on your face even with your breasts right in front of him, although his hands were a different matter entirely.

He leaned in to kiss you again, pulling you closer with every increasingly desperate noise. Sure enough, his breathing soon became shallower, his movements needier, grabbing you harder than before to get more friction between you. He ran his lips over your neck, letting one hand wander up your back to hold you in place while he dipped lower again, marking every bit of skin on your breasts he could reach.

You pushed him down onto the bed, careful not to lose contact while you made your way up to the headboard, shimmying out of your sweats. You were lying on your side now, enjoying the effect you had on your boyfriend. Your fingertips traced the veins in his arms and you sighed in contentment at the kisses he set on your shoulder and neck.

Considerably out of breath you decided to tease him and turned your back to him. Your delighted giggles told him it was safe to move in close and it wasn’t long before you felt him push against you. Smiling privately, you ground against him, pretending you were just shifting for comfort. But Kyoutani wasn’t having it. His large cold hands grabbed the inside of your thigh and lifted your leg to lay over his own, leaving you very exposed and very aware of what he was planning.

At first, his hand only ghosted over you, testing the waters to see if you would object. When you didn’t, he applied a bit more pressure, circling his thumb with alternating force against you. You didn’t even have time to get impatient. Kyoutani kissed and nibbled at your neck when he pushed your panties aside to pay you back for your teasing. He touched you for what felt like hours, slowing when he felt you were close and adding his second hand to play with your nipples to drive you insane.

No more cursing was coming from the room next door. When Kyoutani finally decided to let you cum, you put a hand over your mouth to muffle the sounds, not wanting to alert the entire floor to what was happening, but he, overcome by lust, defiance and what could only be classified as temporary insanity, pulled your hand away and murmured “Let him hear you.” while he smirked against your skin.

a/n: thank you to the anon who requested this prompt! No worries, you did it perfectly! ^^ I hope you enjoyed it 🌟

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[lawofangie]

some things i've manifested

these are some basic stories, but i have some "crazy" ones i might share if you guys want lol

note: before manifesting i used to have a pretty "normal" life. i was conventionally attractive, middle classs, etc. i didn't really "need" anything but a social life and better grades. regardless of that, i just manifested whatever i wanted and didn't limit myself. i also added a few little stories behind them.

appearance change:

changed my hair texture to curly

grew from 5'2 to 5'6

clear, even skin and skin tone (tbh i already had a really good skincare routine, my skin was super clear bc of that BUT my face used to be like 10 shades darker than the rest of my body and i had CRAZY backne and strawberry legs)

losing 30 pounds (i used to be 72kg, now i'm 58kg)

changed my shoe size (i used to be size 9 now i'm size 7)

changed my hand size (for reference, my hands used to be a little longer than my phone, i had a "pro max" sized phone.)

social life:

having good friends in my state (im from up north and was completely lonely in the state i live in now)

popularity (i used to be pretty irrelevant but now everybody likes me and wants to be around me)

getting my sp's (i manifested them from scratch and took inspired action to meet them)

having people crush on me more overtly/ getting approached more (this is kind of a weird one, before my appearance change i was pretty attractive like maybe a 7/10, but i got tired of people just ogling me and not approaching me. i only had the unattractive and overconfident guys approaching me, all the attractive ones just stared lol)

just being likable lol (people used to feel threatened by me or feel like i was standoffish for some reason. idrk tbh but it was VERY annoying. i literally used to get accused of "acting like i own the place" for being quiet and just existing 💀. i didn't really care what they thought, but i hated when they complained about it and tried to make it my problem.)

school:

higher gpa (i used to have a 3.0 but i manifested a 3.8, which is a weighted 4.0)

high grades (i used to fail many tests/exams and have a mix of a, b, and c's. now they're all a's)

dream college acceptance

teachers liking me (they actually used to hate my guts it was so annoying 😭)

school crushes liking me back (tbh they probably thought i was already attractive but they never spoke to me or seemed like they wanted to get to know me)

leaving early (my school day ends at like 12 now)

lifestyle:

living closer to the city

having my dream routine (i have my dream skincare products, haircare products, diet, and health routines.)

having a high self concept (tbh i technically always did, i knew what i wanted and deserved. i just felt more like i was being injusticed. so i got rid of the "unwilling victim" mentality. i also used to ruminate on irrelevant things, like mistakes i made, what people thought of me, etc.)

very high confidence (in my looks, abilities, judgement, etc.)

money for my parents and myself

having a busy, productive life (i used to hate school because my grades weren't contributing to anything i wanted to do in life, so i wanted a productive life outside of that.)

always getting my way

getting all sorts of things for free

and more!

i'd say this all took me around 2-3 months, not because manifesting takes time, but because i assumed a lot of things would take time. i also had periods of doubt in myself and tried to handle things in the 3d on my own for some time.. which obviously didn't work. still, all i did was assume and accept these things as true and they happened overnight, in a day, or within that week. the longest anything's taken me is like 7 days, and that was because i kept wavering in my mind. manifestation is truly instant.

but anyways, i hope this is motivational and helpful. i do have some pretty "ridiculous" stories like some revenge stories, "crazy" stories regarding sp's, some not very appropriate stories, really good things happening to me, and others.

thanks for reading! i hope this helps. 🩶

[fayharley]

There's this weird thing I see het shippers and m/m shippers do where they assume no one is actually into f/f, if someone ships it it's just to get the women out of the way and it's baffling. You only ship Mel and Lest because you want Jayce to be with Viktor? Skill issue. I ship them because getting railed over my desk by a transfemme catgirl is a top ten universal lesbian fantasy.

Like look at Lest. She's got it all. She's a furry. She's a sex worker. She's a theater kid. She's a smoker, which came in second in the world wide poll of "Best things that are hot in fiction but suck in real life because we live in a hell world" for the 5500th year running (barely losing out to 69ing). She knows the power of a cool shoulder accessory. She is the moment. Get on board.

Not to mention shipping Mel/Lest doesn't mean you don't care about Mel/Jayce. Mel has two hands!!!! One of which is empty because Jayce is using both of his to clutch Viktor to his chest. Look, Mel is an intelligent, adult woman and she did the cost-benefit analysis of hitching her wagon to that codependent situation well in advance. We must respect her choices. I hope the dick was incredible.

Anyway, godspeed Mel. I hope getting kidnapped is relaxing because you're coming back to a mess. Not your fault, there's no way you could have reasonably anticipated that Jayce's platonic divorce would go so far off the rails a religion would get founded about it. That's some CLAMP level yaoi drama. Maybe you should go fuck your catgirlfriend until you feel better.

[sweetdreamspootypie]

hey, saw your tags on my iStop notice and had to say something. if you're a nurse you really gotta take the can't leave port accessed thing super seriously. I think it may apply to all IVs but I have a port so that's what I know.

I don't think I was explicit about it: the reason it is so highly illegal has nothing to do with infection. it is specifically to prevent people from having IV access for illegal drug use.

so imagine how I feel about the port being left in now that I know what they think I wanted from the hospital.

@kelpforestdwellers

(idk how tumblr does notifications for asks so figured I'd tag you)

Yeah that makes sense as the reasoning

But still

Plenty of people have central lines out in the community - people on chemo, long term antibiotics, dyalisis, gastroparesis patients who are TPN / IV hydration / IV antiemetic dependant. And those are just the ones I have met going through y particular ward which is general medical, not specialized.

I know you have been / are going through a very long and frustrating process around getting it added to your official care plan and being properly facilitated to access your port at home.

But I have assumed that's just bureaucratic paperwork nonsense about like. Which doctor wants to put their signature to it that they've done due diligence about risk management with you. And stuff about who's job it was to organise it for you.

As opposed to being issues with just having an accessed port at home itself.

It is obviously a huge fuckup to have an /accidentally/ accessed port - but that's still to my mind mostly about infection control.

If they did actually think you were at risk of unsafe IV drug use then yes that is also a major beach of duty of care.

I just had a quick scroll through your blog and you haven't said anything about the process of discharge besides the fact that there was back and forth about when it would be. So tbh I'm confused how you also didn't know it was still accessed, as it's a whole process to de-access it unless you were expecting procedures to be done while you are unconscious. But there was so much other things you were chasing for a safe discharge that I guess it just got forgotten for you.

It sounds like that ward were not confident with the port - you mentioned them getting snotty about doing a blood draw - which is wild to me, because central lines are amazing for that. It's so easy to do a blood draw, we love it. Especially ports! Way easier than PICCs. The only issue is that a phlebotomist will not do patients with central lines, so the nurse has to do it. So it's not a 'patient refused' it's a 'not done on pleb round - awaiting nurse to do it's

So the fact that that happened implies a high percentage of nurses there aren't familiar with central lines, which almost certainly contributed to it not being on their mental checklist for when you left.

Which is a silly situation but also kinda familiar. One of our gastroparesis patients has a standing plan that if she ever needs to go to hospital, she will access her port herself and draw her own blood samples at home before she goes, because it's not worth dealing with ER staff where nobody is confident to initially access a port.

Anyway yeah

I can see the reasoning about it being bad to have an unplanned IV access for drug abuse concerns

But I still would absolutely not blink an eye about a patient coming in from home or going home with central line access. But it should be part of a clearly documented plan for discharge.

I'm in aotearoa though, so different laws obviously. If there is something similar here, I wonder if it's one of those things where they tell you as part of putting the port in in the first place, but. For anyone else it's not relevent.

I hope things start moving for you for being able to access it safely at home.

[dashing-disaster]

"Buck doesn't like basketball but basketball got him Tommy so it's actually a sweet gift" might be the most self centered arrogant take I've ever had to read - and in that, it makes perfect sense that that's the kind of logic Tommy, who constantly condescends and patronizes Buck, would use.

I see how the line can be interpreted that way if one doesn't like the ship, yeah. But it's not how I meant it and I think that comes across well enough in the rest of the post so I'm not too concerned about this.

Now, I wouldn't necessarily call Tommy condescending or patronising as that implies some degree of willfulness and his behaviour towards Buck up to the moment of breaking up is never deliberately unkind.

Quite the opposite, Tommy shows up for Buck, even if he has to go out of his way to do so, he compliments him, he takes care of him when he's hurt and he listens to him. Does he perhaps not always get it and is fondly exasperated? Absolutely. Just like Eddie, as we saw in the Halloween episode. Those two were on the same page about the curse there, but they still indulged Buck because they both love him.

Honestly, after 6 months the occasional eye-roll or 'sure honey' at your partner is a given because that person might be an idiot but they're your idiot.

That's not to say that Tommy isn't still a deeply flawed individual and that is unfortunately reflected in the way he handles conflict. There are two things specifically that form a pattern: Tommy assumes to know what other people (Buck) feel or think or how they will react in a situation and he runs from his problems. Both of those things are a defense mechanism and something people learn to do as a result of trauma.

Now, is it a healthy defense mechanism? Hell no! It's one that I'd advise anyone who detects these patterns in themselves to unpack with a therapist or, if that's not possible, at least be aware of the issues and try to find coping strategies to prevent self-sabotage.

Also let's be real, if it comes to unhealthy coping mechanisms he's found his people at the 118. Everyone at that station has had a go at those at some point I think. And thank God for that otherwise this show would be dreadfully boring.

And that's also where I would have loved to see more of this relationship. I'd have loved for Buck, who still has so little self-worth that he simply accepts it whenever someone leaves him, to fight for this relationship because they're both worth it. And at the same time with Tommy, who apparently would rather blow up a good thing without cause or reason just so he can be the one to control it, I would have loved for him to take that leap of faith and trust Buck.

It could have been a beautiful story about growth. I actually think it still can be, if the TV Gods are willing.

So, long story short, is Tommy arrogant, condescending, and patronising towards Buck? No. But he's not perfect either. He's a three-dimensional character with past trauma, fears, flaws, and many layers that we unfortunately only scratched the surface of.

And it's okay if you see things differently. It's okay if you don't like Tommy and your opinions and feelings about him are perfectly valid, just as mine.

Anyway, thank you for your message, anon, I hope you have a good day.

[avaetin]

A random chick gets into the camp and selected Nico as its mother. It's overprotective and jealous. Everyone wants to eat it because it keeps Nico away from them. 🐔

This ask completely slipped my mind. Sorry, I've been busy lately! (I have another ask I haven't responded to. Anon, if you see this, forgive me >.<)

I'd like to think that there are already some animals in camp. Like taking care of them is part of the camp activity and what not. (Googles, "Is it normal for summer camps to take care of chickens?" Google: Yes. Yes, it is.)

And Nico just so happens to have that activity when the egg hatched (assume what happened to mother hen lol). It imprints on him, yaddy yaddy yah, and Nico just gives up and lets it do what it pleases. At first it's cute. At first, everyone (mostly) gets used to (and likes) seeing the chick on top of Nico's hair. But they eventually see that its overprotective and jealous at anyone who comes close to its 'mother' lol. Only exception is Aeon (I'm assuming this is AKM universe random events lol) and only because the god doesn't take nonsense (aka "I was here first, if you have a problem with that, I can send you back where you came from. Literally."). Even Hazel isn't spared from its treatment.

But the ones who hate it the most are Percy, Jason and Will. Huh. The latter two never imagined they would have a beef with a chick (lol). In Percy's case, his life is already weird, so what's one more?

"Ava, what about Alabaster?" The chick knows that he's like Aeon and won't hesitate to kill it so- It knows what battles to fight and not to fight lol.

So anyway, yeah, I don't really know what to add to this..? Like I can somewhat imagine the chick having a designated corner in the Hades cabin lol. And it being everywhere where Nico is. And just being obnoxiously loud when Nico has to go away from camp for whatever reason.

Oh, I can think of one thing to add. Percy, Jason and Will fattening up the chick. Nico thinks they're getting along, but in reality, it's just the three agreeing that revenge is best served as one of the camp's meals lol. 😂

[ruleroftheimps]

Odd thought that popped in my head, but if Valentino perma-dies in an upcoming season, I want to see the other two Vees absolutely be unable to cope with it.

As in, Vox crumbling because he lost his partner, in multiple sense of the word, and throwing himself into his work, and being the only person supporting all three of their industries, because somebody has to keep it up, right? Somebody has to make sure Valentino isn't completely forgotten? And of course, revenge, he's doubling down on all attacks to the hotel (Assuming it was them).

As in, Velvette going to send him a funny clip she knows he'll love (or that it'll piss him off) and then remembering, right. He won't see it. Before she sends it anyways, because well, he'll return somehow, it's Val! And he'd like it.

And then the Hotel crew just watching this from afar, and the sheer hurt that is there.

Like, Val is obviously an objectively horrible person, and he definitely deserves some form of punishment for what he did to Angel Dust, and probably others, I'm not defending him at all, but, at the same time, I feel like the Vees are this tight-knit found family and they would collapse if one of them dies. We can see that they're close in the show (Or maybe that's just me reading into it too much, idk), and it would be interesting for the Hotel staff to witness Vox and Vel breaking down because of Val's death, especially because they all (Angel especially) probably see him as this soulless monster, which- Yeah. He is a monster, but he still has people that care about him, and that he cared about in return. I feel like it would fit with what Charlie thinks, that nobody is 100% pure evil, there's always something there that's at least decent, and nobody is truly unloved, somebody cares for them and sees them as somebody to trust, and would be, like... a big lesson for them, ig. I really hope this makes sense and doesn't come across in a bad way.

Td;lr, if Val dies in a future season, I want to see the remaining Vees become dysfunctional and the hotel watching, and realizing that Charlie is right, everybody has somebody that cares about them, no matter how horrible they are, and that the potential to be a good person is still present.

[whumpshaped]

Hm . . . workshop.

tw implied captivity/kidnapping, torture, toxic chemicals, dehumanisation, nonhuman whumpee

whumper workshop on how to stalk others, tie secure knots, and condition whumpees!

ok in all seriousness. i love the aesthetic of an actual workshop. a room full of tools and supplies and a big table and someone who is skilled in a specific craft ....... it's hot

so it's one thing to hide whumpee in the workshop, right. under floorboards, in a cupboard, whatever, and whumpee is forced to watch through little cracks as the clients walk in and out, unable to call out for help because of a gag, or just really efficient threats

it's also one thing that whumper may work with chemicals and stuff, shit that really shouldn't be breathed in constantly, and while whumper has protective gear (hopefully), whumpee doesn't. or it might be a privilege

but also, please consider. whumpee who is actually displayed in the workshop. they're the thing being worked on. robots, puppets, any sort of artificial/magical creature that can be taken apart, put back together, moulded into whatever whumper or the clients want...

or whumpee is used as a tool for whumper's work. again, artificial/magical whumpees, very good

on that same note, apprentice whump. they need the work, they want the endorsement of a skilled person in their field, so they're just stuck working long hours, doing the dirtiest, most tedious parts of the craft, while whumper gets all the recognition and credit. one day it'll pay off, right?

there are so many things to use on a whumpee in a workshop. hammers, drills- my all time favourite, the fucking table saw. (shoutout to fellow btd fans)

also, coarse rope and just in general things that weren't meant to be used on living beings, but instead on rough objects, things that could take a battering far better than someone with soft flesh and brittle bones

[thebirdandhersong]

Lol

[lokh]

oughh i wanted to do a cute laishuro take on the blu ray extras (what if laios had been eaten instead) but lets be honest. they absolutely would not have made it as far without laios

[saltwatersweets]

i like to imagine that sometime in between ep7 and ep8, charlie takes vaggie to cannibal town to help train some of the residents who will fight in the upcoming extermination, and while visiting vaggie sees the kid she spared and maybe gets to have a proper conversation with him and/or his family

[chippendyke]

my take is that i don’t think chairface is aware of stool’s conception at all because i think he’d jump at the chance to have a mini him

[juicedbeetle]

I just love when he does creacher shit like this so much

[oidheadh-con-culainn]

sometimes when i have a flare-up it is not in fact because i was not pacing myself. it's more like

like. i was pacing myself but i was at maximum and then something unexpected came up that i couldn't avoid so it pushed me over the edge. or i was pacing myself but i slightly misjudged where my threshold was this week and got it wrong. or whatever

do not assume the risk was not calculated. 99% of the time it was and i am allowed to take those goddamn risks

but also the 1% is just called Being Alive and abled people get to do it all the time. why shouldn't i