#but they haven’t evolved to be allergic to be literally everything else

[horrendousmustard]

smut Lemon Day!

[fibrielsolaer]

Smash Ultimate tier list based entirely on which characters I like and which I hate

BSP = Big Sexy Personality

FBNIS = Fun, But Not In Smash

MPATBUD = Mario Princesses Are Terrifying Blow-Up Dolls

S Tier

Kirby: absolutely the man, if you don’t love Kirby you’re probably the asshole who got this roster flooded with Marth World pricks

Pikachu: He quicc. He thicc. He’ll Thunderbolt you to hicc

Except it’s a she because I only ever play Librechu ;p

Bowser: BSP

Zelda: She is so cute, I can finally stand playing as her

Pichu: He is so cute, it almost makes up for how stupid he is

Ganondorf: He’s finally fucking cool. He uses the goddamn sword now

Lucario: What if Mewtwo was a Shaolin monk hunk

I only play purple Lucario for reasons you’re best not knowing

Toon Link: He’s the cartoon that Link and Young Link watched and modeled themselves on

Ridley: HOLY SHIT IT FEELS AWESOME TO PLAY RIDLEY

I love how the game designers know he’s way too small so when you fight him in Classic Mode as Samus he gets Giant modifier

K. Rool: BSP

Piranha Plant: The pain from the pipes, this disrespectful piece of shit is so stupid he wraps around to greatness, with his inclusion I’ve changed my mind and now say fuck it, add Bandana Waddle Dee, hell add a regular Waddle Dee if you want, I don’t even care anymore

A Tier

Luigi: Few people know that he and Mario are actually identical twins, his brother merely wears a fat suit (the weight of which has crushed his spine) so they can be told apart

Ness: I like the picture you get when you play for 20 hours

C. Falcon: This is the guy who beats up Incineroar. As the positive icon of the people he never shows any emotion except for “YUS!” and “SHOW ME”. All Might was probably based on this jackass

Jigglypuff: Like so many other Pokemon, its adorable facade is a veneer for an expansive and unfathomable eldritch demon. The difference is, despite how fucking many Pokemon like that there are, nobody has found Jigglypuff’s secret and lived to tell

Young Link: He’s actually Link’s son, who idolizes his father and wants to follow in his footsteps. His dad has strayed from the path but young blood here carries on the true faith. Also, FBNIS

Mewtwo: He was the original Damn Cool Pokemon. He jockeys with Lucario for that role now but all they ever do is sit there charging their neutral Bs talking about how the planet will explode in 5 minutes

Roy: He knows that the Marth World infestation is soon to be purged, because there are like five actual Marths including him, so he decided to become the best Marth World character so he alone will survive

Pit: The only cunt from his series besides Dark Pit who had the decency not to change voice and try to pretend it was the same fucking one. I never play as him ever but Sakurai sure cared more about making him fresh & fun post-Uprising than any of his other goddamn characters

Charizard: BSP

Dedede: BSP

Bowser Jr.: This rude little shit is the guy who you invite to a party and he brings his whole crew, excuse me no I didn’t invite Wendy and Horton and Lenny and all these bitches, but fuck it y’all cool

Simon: I like his funny walk and he looks like Conan the Barbarian

Richter: I like his funny walk and he looks like a dork

Isabelle: Do you know this literal bitch killed me with a fucking stop sign 3 times before I unlocked her, why isn’t that a reaction macro

Incineroar: He pretends to be a bad guy so that kids’ heroes will beat him up on TV and they will be happy. He is so sweet

B Tier (Everyone Is Meh)

Mario: Meh

Donkey Kong: Meh

Link: The dad who strayed from the path, I really don’t like the Breath of the Wild Link, FBNIS

Fox: Meh

Sheik: Meh

Dr. Meh: Mario

Falco: Hands off my meh

Mehrth: He’s kinda cool but Roy is way cooler

Mr. Game & Watch: What an annoying asshole

Wario: It’s not the cool Wario, it’s the stupid Wario Ware one, and he brings all his obnoxious waifu friends with him. It’s Wario after he retired from his teen Youtube star days at the age of 30 and he’s trying to stay young and cool-looking but his stoner friends keep fucking it up

Solid Snake: Meh, too indirect for me, FBNIS

Squirtle: Meh-est of the Pokemon Trainer trio, he just doesn’t provoke like any reaction from me at all unlike the other two

Diddy Kong: Meh

Olimeh: This is the most boring goddamn character, everything you do you have to pluck fucks

ROB: He barely animates

Villager: I kinda wish Animal Crossing let you be an animal too. The lone human character is really boring

Mega Meh: You got: FBNIS

Little Meh: I dunno I’ve just barely ever played him

Mehninja: Maybe I should actually try playing it once ever

Duck Hunt: If there was a B-and-a-half tier I’d put this one there because you can delay the side-B and set up Snake-level GOTCHA combos, otherwise the novelty wears off fast

Ryu: He is the 2nd-least likeable guy, what a turbo douche

Bayomehtta: She’s rule 63 Dante, her game was always just a DMC ripoff that relied on her tits & ass to differentiate from it

Inkling: I like the yellow hair girl one but I ABSOLUTELY HATE THE CRINGY-ASS ASSIST TROPHY AND WILL ABSOLUTELY UNFAIRLY BLAME THE CHARACTER FOR THIS.

C Tier

Samus: She is the most FBNIS character

Ice Climber: They’re really un-cute and I hate their desync thing

Metaknight: This guy was so much cooler before he talked, or rather, before he screamed AYAYGYGYAYGYAGA

Ike: Marth World has like 2,000 characters ranging from pegasus knights to barbarians to psychic dragon-girl dancers, and yet we keep getting these boring fucking swordsmen

Pokemon Trainer: Get absolutely the fuck out you twerp you don’t even do a goddamn thing and you die the second any one of your THREE fighters is KO’d so you don’t even incorporate the actual spirit of your original character unlike literally everybody else

Venusaur: If I evolved this ugly fucker I would delete my save

Lucas: If I had an Absolutely Gone Machine that could erase anything in the world and delete everyone’s memory that it ever existed so they would shut the fuck up about it, Mother 3 would be precisely the fourth thing I deleted

Robin: Least shitty post-Melee Marth World character but I just haven’t bothered to try it out to see if it’s actually good or not, probably because I’m just too allergic to Marth World by now

Dark Samus: Cool, but why

Daisy: MPATBUD, but this one has the closest thing to a personality. Unfortunately it is a fucking terrible and horrific personality

Zero Suit Samus: hey cool Samus is Barbie now

Ken: Remember how I said Ryu was the 2nd-least likeable? Well here’s Liquid Ryu to seize the coveted spot

Cloud: Yeah hey, let’s take the one Final Fantasy protagonist with like the least connection to Nintendo, no it’s fine, every goddamn Marth World game except the one that justified its worldwide presence has a character in but we’re not gonna use Cecil or Buttz or Terra

Corrin: Any hope this bitch had to go on my “Is a dragon so I like it” list was ruined by how absolutely infuriating it is to fight against Corrin especially that one Spirit match where he spams his INSTANT FINAL SMASH THAT HAS LIKE AN INFINITELY VERTICAL HITBOX fuck this goddamn digimon

D tier

Yoshi: I’ve hated this thing ever since it stopped going BAWONKA WONKA and started going blblblblblbl

add Birdo as an Echo and I might forgive you

Peach: MPATBUD, Peach is usually able to manifest either the behavior of a real person (Paper Mario) or the appearance of one (Smash), but sadly never both, she is doomed to blow-up-dollery forevermore

Sonic: Please add any other Sonic character, any at all, I’ll even take Charmy, I fucking hate Blue Bubsy

Wolf: The only reason he is not the furry-trashiest character in Smash is because Krystal is an AT, this cocksucker deadass awoos

Wii Fit Trainer: Next to her, Mario Princesses almost look human

Rozzalinda: MPATBUD and this one is the worst, far and away the worst Mario Princess, she is the creepiest fucking woman. WHY IS IT THAT NOBODY IN MARIO ACTS LIKE A HUMAN FUCKING BEING EXCEPT THE CHARACTERS WHO AREN’T FUCKING HUMAN. tl;dr the only people who say rosalina is their waifu collect people’s faces

Mii Fighters: you dress them up to make a parody of a character and then never once actually use said parody because they are stupid

Palutena: remember in Uprising how they could make fake Palutenas, this is one of them, they have a fake Viridi too, you know it is because starting in smash 4 it is clearly two different actresses trying way too hard to sound like the old ones and i can’t get over it sorry. (also she plays like shit)

Pac-Man: I only liked him when he was a pizza

Shulk: does he ever shut the fuck up

Lucina: add a red nose and it’s Marth: Tumblr Edition

Chrom: oh fuck off

Robin’s bitchass final smash still calls this clown

even if you use it on Chrom

he is so ashamed of his audacity he fucking fucks himself

[revolutionwhoop]

(R)Evolution 02: Banging on Plots and Plans

A five woman plan seemed small for a facility of this size and the capabilities that she presumed that it had, but she was willing to try anything to help that other woman. “The Princess” was what she thought of her as. She felt like she was literally on a quest to rescue a princess in distress. Something about that thought made her feel conflicted. On the one hand - the “damsel in distress” trope was played out, even if this was real life. On the other… The damsel was usually some white Mary Sue whose minority friends laid down their lives for her, despite the fact that no less than three handsome leads were willing to do it for her…

“GIRL. We do not live in the CW. Focus, here,” she heard her voice say. She halfway focused. This damsel was a BAP. More accurately, an African American Princess. Folami looked up her family and found that she was not only the daughter of a Nigerian-British politician with dual citizenship in America and strong ties with American Black communities for diaspora unity outreach and elevation… Her mother, a Black Latina feminist icon was the daughter of freedom fighters in South America. This Niyilolawa was literally a Black melting pot of liberation and greatness. It made her think that this was some type of political plot. But, why would whoever “they” was in this situation hold her here, in a lab for pharmaceuticals?

♡

“Dahlia, thank you for meeting with me today. We’ve seen great progress in your potential,” the scientist said. She felt uncomfortable around him. He usually had on some type of mask, like he was going through surgery or something, and often had on gloves. She had seen way too many movies for that not to alarm her.

“Okay, but can we fix it?” She asked.

“Fix it?” He repeated. “There’s nothing broken. Whatever is happening to you is natural. It is the way that your body was meant to evolve.”

She sighed, “That sounds all fine and good, but whenever I’m brushing my hair, and clumps of it fall out, or whenever I’m trying to take care of my plants and I’m allergic to everything that I’ve been living with for most of my life…”

“Your hormones are changing,” he said.

“Really. Like whenever I started my period? Oh my God, PLEASE do not tell me that there’s some kinda new period that my body might go through, because I could barely take the other one! Mess started when I was ten. It was excruciating.”

“I’m gonna level with you, Dahlia. This IS like having another period, for you. I’ve observed the changes in other women before, but each case is a little bit different. They all change biologically and naturally, but it manifests differently in their bodily chemistry. Your symptoms - allergic reactions, loss of hair, losing teeth, weight fluctuations, food aversions - I have never seen those with the others.”

“So, I have a special case new period.” She slumped in the chair, then said, “Thank you for your time, Doctor. I think I’ll just sign out of the program and get my affairs in order. This has got to kill me, right? I don’t know how much time I hve left, but I’d like to try to make it count.”

He chuckled, beneath the mask and shook his head, “Oh, no, Ms. Henderson. This change isn’t going to kill you, and I can’t let you leave the program. In fact, I must insist that we quarantine you and perform more invasive tests.”

Her face wrinkled and she shook her head, “No, thank you. I don’t want invasive testing, and how can you quarantine me, if you already said yourself that this is natural and nobody else’s case is like this? That means I can’t be contagious, right?” But, there were already guards in the room, to bring her into quarantine. She got up and made a dash past them.

“Be careful. She’s dangerous and contagious,” the scientist said. She tried to push her way through the door but was pricked in the neck with some type of needle. Her face changed, her hair grew, her adrenaline pumped and for a moment, she felt stronger and healthier, but the scientist removed a gun from his desk and shot her in the back. She screamed, fell to her knees and stopped fighting. “Hurry up and take her to containment. We’ll have to get her restrained before she gathers her vitality back.” The guards dragged Dahlia along the floor by her arms, making a path of her blood to containment. The scientist called in a team to collect samples of the DNA.

♡

Weeks of planning went by. Folami tried to pretend that she was fine and carry on with life as usual. The Uchechukwu family announced that they found their daughter, but declined further comment and asked the public for privacy. Conspiracy theories about where she might be were all over the place. Folami could have sworn that she saw her around the lab, at times, like an apparition, appearing first in all white, ethereal and glowing. But, each vision of her, she became duller, like she was fading. Her attire became dirty, until it was filthy. The voice “Do what you know is right,” was fading into a whisper…

Still, she followed it. It led her to this open area, with signs that read not to go beyond that point. However, the door opened when she made her way towards it. This was not according to plan and she could possibly get into a lot of trouble, but she couldn’t help it. She went forward and covered her mouth with both hands.

There were containment chambers in the room, holding bodies. She recognized the labels: Category 6, Nine E. Leaven… She rushed to the one called Bloom and saw Dahlia, unconscious, comatose, with dried blood on her clothes. “Dahlia,” she whispered, about to cry, but she heard someone whisper to her Hide. They’re coming… She rushed to find a hiding place and the tech from before entered with the scientist, having a crescending conversation.

“The virus would cause all of the evolveds’ powers to uncontrollably react. It gets into their systems, airborne, and when it reaches their bloodstream their condition snaps into action, as their immune systems naturally try to defend their bodies against this invasive assailant. What we haven’t been able to figure out is how the response time is determined. For instance, when we release the virus in this facility, we don’t know how long it would take for it to reach Bloom’s system as opposed to Evo-Lyn. If Category 6 reacts first, and this place is leveled by one of his storms, what we can’t be sure of is if Bloom could react quickly enough to survive or if Nine. E. Leaven explodes, if she’ll burn everyone before the virus enters their system to defend them.”

“Release it anyway. I believe that I have enough samples from everyone here to continue our work in the next facility. Prepare Princess of Spades for transport, evacuate essential personnel and begin the countdown to the release of the virus.” They casually passed through the laboratory as they said these things.

The whisper told her They will kill you if they find you. Save yourself. Live to fight another day. “Who are you?” she whispered back. I will be okay. Trust me… We all will be fine. Leave us. Save yourself… \

Folami crawled away, trying to make a move for the exit when she heard, softly, the same scary gentle call from the tech, “Analyst Adebowale.” She turned to see him in a hazard suit, reaching out for her. He shook his head and he lifted her up and she struggled with him to get away, calling out for help. “It’s unfortunate that we must do this to you. You were an interesting study. I wanted more time to be able to look into you, more.” He strapped her to a chamber and closed it around her.

“I have a team. My sisters will look for me!” She warned.

“That’s fine. You’ll be dead, by then. This building will be gone.” He shrugged his shoulders. “You’ll be buried and this place will be a wasteland. Nobody will come near it, for fear of radiation poisoning.”

“You’re going to activate a nuclear reaction?!?”

“No. But, whenever we release the terminal virus, Princess Toadstool will. For good measure, I let you bunk right next to her.” He patted the containment chamber of an unconscious woman to her right, then he left the room and turned off the lights. She gasped for air, having an anxiety attack as she cried.

“Four… Can you hear me? Something terrible is happening at the lab… Don’t come anywhere near it. Just… let me die, okay?” She said, sobbing.

♡

“If you ask me, something hella crazy is going on out there,” the woman on the other line of Miranda’s phone. “You’re in a big city - that’s where everything crazy always happens.”

“In the movies, Mom. In real life, everything crazy happens everywhere. We walk around calling it ‘life.’ I’m gonna stop giving you these courtesy calls if you keep spending them telling me to leave the city. This is where my life is. I’m not leaving the city. Did you get your check this month?”

“Yeah, I got that questionably large check.”

“It’s only questionable if you question it. Just accept the help, Mom. You and Keenan are always waiting on God to make a way. How can you know that I’m not the way that He made?”

“For one thing - you don’t even believe. Why would he use an unbeliever to deliver His blessings?”

“Well, if that money doesn’t get spent, I’m gonna spend it on sex toys, so pick a virtue, Mom…” Her mother cackled on the other end of the phone and she jumped. “I’m wearing an earpiece!”

“Sorry, Randi… Oh! Oh…”

“Are you waiting on me to ask you what?”

“No. Girl, I’m watching the TV and first of all, they got this black man on the news show talking about he was born white and all his life he was white and he been living white, but one day woke up black and since then everybody been racist to him. Chile… I don’t know what is going on with these people…” Miranda recalled that story, immediately. She remembered what the guy was talking about. She remembered him being a white man. A terrible white man, who himself was racist and rude. Whenever he first “came out,” she recognized his name. She could even compare in her mind his white face with the black face that he now had. She couldn’t explain why that would be stored away in her memory, so instead of questioning it, she guessed that she had to have had some kind of weird dream. “OH LAWD!” Her mother cried out, “Now… on the news show, they showed this commercial for a death pill. A DEATH PILL??? It’s fresh on the market, but no pharmacist or scientist can tell you where it came from or how it works, aside from everybody that has taken it DOES die. What world are we living in, Randi?”

“The same one we’ve been living in, Mom. Hey, Lady… I’ve made it home. I’m unlocking the door and I am now inside. Good night?”

“Good night. Lock them doors after you. This world has gone completely crazy.” She locked the door, disconnected her call and set her things down.

It’s BEEN crazy… She heard a loud explosion and she jumped and rushed to the window to see a mushroom cloud forming miles away. “Motherfuuu…” Then, there were rains, lightning, storms, fire, something that she could only describe as maybe a forcefield, encasing the place and all of that chaotic scenery was trapped inside of it. “Okay… So… The world’s gotten crazier,” She commented as the sounds of sirens, yelling, and other noise grew, all over the city.

♡

The four of Folami’s sisters were sitting, anxiously as the noise outside thundered throughout the sky and smells of destruction fumed through the air.  Folami gasped and her eyes went wide as her dead body vaporized and re-entered her system. Her sisters turned to face her in the room and she shook her head, “I’m not okay. That was the most painful death that I could ever imagine. I’m so sorry, Faith.” She held her hand over her heart and shook her head, “We couldn’t save her. We couldn’t save any of them. All that planning… for nothing…”

“Shhhh. You need your rest. We’ll help you recover,” One of them said, before merging with Folami, then the next, and then the next. Whenever she was whole again, the pain of one of her multiples dying had subsided.

Now, she went to the window to see what was going on out there. The lab had exploded. The site was an incredible sight. “Freedom, Fairness, Funball, Faith… Do you see this?” Of course they did. They were HER, after all. “What the hell do we do, next?” she asked herself. 

[sonderei]

I got bored and answered one of those 100-questions things so if you ever wanted to know a stupid amount of useless information about me read on, otherwise enjoy whatever content is in the next post!

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? Spotify

is your room messy or clean? my room is a mess, the rest of the apartment is pretty clean

what color are your eyes? brown

do you like your name? why? its grown on me. I used to get teased a lot in school “hey Ariel, where’s your best friend Flounder??” but now I work on Disney property and it’s on my name tag so I get to make a lot of kids (and adults) happy

what is your relationship status? been dating a small mess of a person for 4 years, whom I love dearly 

describe your personality in 3 words or less basically a cat

what color hair do you have? brown, or like a really dirty blonde if I spend enough time in the sun

what kind of car do you drive? color? a black 2013 hyundai accent hatchback (named Jazz)

where do you shop? where I shop: target, forever21, H&M, BoxLunch, Garage where I’d LIKE to shop: ModCloth, ASOS

how would you describe your style? I once bought an oversized Polariod windbreaker and I wear it everywhere I can??? I also love passive aggressive crop tops (”no thanks”) I wore it to a mandatory meeting at work at 9am and any time my managers asked me a question I just pointed to my shirt. So idk that should tell you something

favorite social media account I think I enjoy Instagram and Tumblr equally?

what size bed do you have? queen

any siblings? one full brother (5 years younger), one half brother on my dad’s side (13 years younger), and one half sister on my mom’s side (18 years younger). 

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? idk because I haven’t traveled anywhere I’d actually like to live. I love the idea of living northwest US (Seattle, Portland) or in NZ or like Scotland or somewhere with beautiful scenery but like...never been so can’t say for sure?

favorite snapchat filter? flower crown

favorite makeup brand(s) NYX is pretty much all I use but I also do like bare minimum with my makeup

how many times a week do you shower? typically every other day unless I’m super gross

favorite tv show? too hard. Steven Universe, Game of Thrones, A:TLA, and Adventure Time?

shoe size? 7-8 depending on who makes them

how tall are you? smol. Like 5′3″ or so? 

sandals or sneakers? sneakers, unless going somewhere involving water and/or sand

do you go to the gym? nah. I’m up and down stairs at least 20 times a day, usually while carrying stuff. that’s my exercise.

describe your dream date sitting in front of the Ocean Voyager exhibit at the Georgia Aquarium all day. like literally that’s it. and my date lets me without asking to move on, and ideally enjoys it as much as I do.

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? uhhh like $25 because that’s how much you have to have to open a new bank account which I’ve been meaning to do for like two weeks now

what color socks are you wearing? not wearing any, but I was wearing shark socks all day

how many pillows do you sleep with? just one, super soft and squishy

do you have a job? what do you do? I'm a server at a restaurant in Disney Springs at Walt Disney World. Its challenging and often frustrating and stressful but I get to meet some really cool people so it evens out. (Pat Sajak from Wheel of Fortune was in last week, I didn’t ask him if I could buy a vowel because I have some dignity)

how many friends do you have? like true friends, would drop everything for me if I asked them / needed them to? I’d say 3. But my social group is like...maybe 10 people? That I actively try to hang out with semi regularly.

whats the worst thing you have ever done? I honestly don’t even know. I forgot a woman’s ketchup last week at work and apparently I ruined her entire Disney vacation so

whats your favorite candle scent? usually anything with jasmine, so long as it isn’t overpowering

3 favorite boy names Nathaniel, Sebastian, Milo 

3 favorite girl names Riley, Maisie, Phoebe

favorite actor? robert downey jr probs

favorite actress? tessa thompson?

who is your celebrity crush? ugh. tom holland, tessa thompson, rdj? 

favorite movie? Spirited Away or Howl’s Moving Castle

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? I used to, before I worked at a bookstore. For some reason that killed my love for reading. But favorite books were the Bartimaeus Trilogy and Abarat.

money or brains? brains

do you have a nickname? what is it? Skip (long story short, its a Cabin Pressure reference because I’ve always wanted to be a pilot)

how many times have you been to the hospital? for myself? 5? maybe 6?

top 10 favorite songs in no particular order Evolve by Phoria Put ‘Em Up by Priority Cleopatra by The Lumineers Feel It Still by Portugal. The Man Miracle by CHVRCHES Dissolve by Absofacto Taro by alt-J Lavender by Two Door Cinema Club Dinosaurs by The Maccabees Ambling Alp by Yeasayer

do you take any medications daily? nope

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) ehh a bit on the oily side

what is your biggest fear? losing the ones I love

how many kids do you want? NONE ZERO NADA ZIP ZILCH FUCK NO

whats your go to hair style? pull it back, messy bun if possible

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) a p small apartment (but not tiny, I think it’s like 800-900 sq ft)

who is your role model? Steve Irwin

what was the last compliment you received? a guest at one of my tables told me I looked like one of the recent Bond girls

what was the last text you sent? bailing on a few friends who were going to Blizzard Beach because I was exhausted from having my dad in town for the last two days so I wanted to sleep

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? like 2 or 3. not very old

what is your dream car? realistic? a nice Subaru or Audi. Maybe a Tesla unrealistic? bugatti veyron

opinion on smoking? cigarettes? ew gross not around me also poor life choices weed? don’t care, just not around me please and thanks my other half is allergic

do you go to college? I did, graduated two years ago, still haven’t done anything with my life / degree

what is your dream job? anything working directly with animals, especially marine mammals, big cats, or non-venomous reptiles

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? big city. right in the middle of it.

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? not usually, I have specific stuff I use for my hair that’s a lot nicer than the stuff at hotels

do you have freckles? not like a ton but yeah

do you smile for pictures? if I feel like it? also depends on who’s taking the picture

how many pictures do you have on your phone? I’d say somewhere in the realm of like 650-800?

have you ever peed in the woods? yep, used to go camping a lot as a kid

do you still watch cartoons? hell yeah, I usually prefer them to anything else. Steven Universe, Adventure Time, Voltron, A:TLA, Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends...that shit is my jam

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? mmmm Wendys but I usually don’t get c nugs from anywhere

Favorite dipping sauce? chick fil a sauce or ranch

what do you wear to bed? just underwear

have you ever won a spelling bee? no but I came close in middle school

what are your hobbies? not many tbh. I have a few reptiles that I take care of. I collect / trade Disney pins. I love swimming but don’t do it all that often. Uhhh...seeing how many times I can ride Kilamonjaro Safari in a row before the cast members begin to judge me?

can you draw? not really, no

do you play an instrument? nope, I can’t even read music and I can barely hum

what was the last concert you saw? uhhhh...I think Death Cab for Cutie and CHVRCHES?

tea or coffee? tea

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? Starbucks for drinks, Dunkin for food (donutssssss)

do you want to get married? yeah, eventually. I told the SO that ideally before I’m 30 and that we’re not having a wedding but we’re gonna elope instead because fuck weddings I don’t have the money for that or the patience to plan it

what is your crush’s first and last initial? not really a crush but more of a “current-and-potentially-forever life partner” but DU

are you going to change your last name when you get married? no idea. D wants to change their last name but idk if they’d take mine or they’d just change it to their middle name and then I’d take that? honestly it doesn’t really matter to me each way so long as I don’t get their current last name (because of bad associations)

what color looks best on you? no idea honestly. I prefer dark, muted blues?

do you miss anyone right now? my parents and siblings, and two of my best friends

do you sleep with your door open or closed? open, otherwise the cats would never let us sleep

do you believe in ghosts? nah, not really. I grew up in a town that had a bunch of history and by extension ghost stories, so it was more a part of “tourist culture” than something that seemed legitimate to me

what is your biggest pet peeve? I never know until someone starts doing it around me. but uhhhh I hate loud chewers, people that refuse to even try to see your side of an argument, and when you’re sitting somewhere in public like on a bench or something and there’s plenty of other empty seating options nearby and yet someone comes up and sits RIGHT NEXT TO YOU nope you know what that’s it I fucking hate that and it happens to me all the time at Disney

last person you called` I think my mom?

favorite ice cream flavor? cookies and cream, unless I’m at one of those places where you can basically make your own flavor in which case I will ALWAYS do a rose-infused ice cream with pistachios 

regular oreos or golden oreos? please don’t make me choose

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? rainbow!

what shirt are you wearing? not wearing one ;)

what is your phone background? just a basic stock photo of some ferns. kinda boring but I like simple backgrounds

are you outgoing or shy? its pretty even but if I had to say one over the other I’m probably slightly more outgoing than I am shy.

do you like it when people play with your hair? only people I know and allow. don’t just come up and start playing with my hair unless you KNOW that I’d be okay with it

do you like your neighbors? haven’t met them! we moved in like a month ago but we still haven’t seen anyone that lives on our floor

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? if I remember, but honestly I’m really bad about doing it unless I’m in the shower in which case it’s every time I take a shower

have you ever been high? nope

have you ever been drunk? sadly no. I have a ridiculously high natural alcohol tolerance, so I get sick to my stomach before I can even manage tipsy.

last thing you ate? pizzaaaaaaa

favorite lyrics right now idek and that’s a lot of effort so sorry here’s me “free pass” I’m using it on this question next

summer or winter? ugh winter always I can’t stand the heat there’s only so many layers you can take off

day or night? night

dark, milk, or white chocolate? milk or white. milk for straight eating, white for flavoring other things

favorite month? october

what is your zodiac sign leo!

who was the last person you cried in front of? my significant other

[garykrepak]

I’m in an incredible amount of pain.

This last thirteen months has exposed every single weakness within me and broken them. Broken everything I thought I was and utterly crippled my ego. Every part of me hurts. My body, has responded to the stresses of the last year with enormous mineral deposits in my muscles. “Mothballs” as my El Paso masseuse called them as she kneaded her petite hands into the giant knots in my upper back. My neck and upper back, in seemingly perpetual downward gaze at this device I’m pecking on. It has devoured my year and my efforts upon it only netted my freshly disemboweled newborn business venture only twelve invoices of sales for the entirety of 2020.

I acquired a small amount of debt, a small amount of regret and a great deal of sorrow all laying the backing tracks for the confident, determined, creative and occasionally funny front I put on for the world to consume. All in hopes that it would summon the confidence of buyers of equipment from long-stilled factories behind borders vying new embargoes at one another.

My body aches from stress and uncertainties. My brain, is so diseased with neurological and mental and emotional ailments and these, compound the stressors and are capable of taking the best laid plans and daily ambitions and place them in an ever-lengthening queue of unfinished projects, further delaying the fulfillment of an ever-lengthening queue of bills and personal goals. I’m simultaneously blessed with the creative and technical ability to fulfill should they be sold and... cursed with the encompassing hardships of the current pandemic and my own evolving person.

This year has changed me. I no longer covet things the way I had before. I covet hours when my memory is intact. I covet licks on the face from my dogs. I covet the increasingly distant occurrences of seeing true joy in the eyes of my loved ones. Sometimes I see it penetrate through the veil of concern, resentments and stress that merely being in my constant presence, must cast upon them.

It is not my wish to be unhappy or to be the source of unhappiness or stress in those around me. My very inventory of facts and my balance sheets are enough to do this all by themselves without any word from me.

I have to live with the fact that I’m in fact quite literally suffering from a progressive neurological disorder that is notorious in its resistance to traditional epilepsy treatments and medications. That diseased mind, is also battling with bipolar disorder and it has since I was a teenager. That diseased mind. Is also HIGHLY allergic to alcohol and as of today. I’ve managed to abstain from using it for some five months since my last four hour long binge which led to the inevitable realization that I shouldn’t have picked it back up again at all. But man. It lifted those rocks right off of my mind and body for that fleeting moment. Only to have them come crushing back down on me with the added weight of disappointment from those that expect better of me. Alcohol isn’t my problem today. It’s everything else. It’s... the depression created by circumstances more than brain chemistry. Circumstances that I fight like hell to improve or at least, to improve my attitude towards them. It’s an endless effort of trying to not focus on what’s wrong with my life but to focus on the good. It’s a ceaseless attempt to ignore the many scars and consequences of my past and an attempt to be gleeful at possibilities and occasionally I still get visited by muses in my mind and we go on great dances of creative tangos of invention and travel and songwriting and re-writing and of loves of pleasures yet to be had from gains acquired. Flights of fancy and of grandeur in my head that my market cannot or will bot muster the materials to build for me. Then the crash into reality. The reality is that I’m not going to be able to do or build or record those things in order to sell them. Sell them. In order to build new things, to finally complete that dream home which in my mind, and within reason; would be worthy of being featured in glossy magazines and hippie blogs alike. Every inch of that house would be curated, sculpted and made to harmonize with everything within it and with the gorgeous land that cradles it. Right now. It’s mostly demolished on the interior. The exterior was sanded down by my sons, myself and three men that we were able to hire for a while. Every inch of the exterior was refinished. The spruce logs subtly glowing in a grey shade normally associated with English libraries. I’m powerless to proceed with its rebirth most days lately. That same mind that invents and creates and sings and plays and paints and cooks. Is burdened by a depth of depression so profound that to fully speak of it to polite company would get me shunned by many. For their lives haven’t taught them to grasp so many challenges at once. I am surrounded by well heeled entrepreneurs that are my heroes. A lot of them got an easier start to life than I did and almost every single one didn’t make the poor life decisions I did. They weren’t Rebels like me. They obeyed. They joined the clubs. They completed their assignments. They went to colleges and universities on their parents money and launched businesses with the same. They are unapologetic disciples of the Bootstrap and I don’t fault them for it. They insist that their peers overcome and persist and minimize obstacles whenever possible as to not sully their aura of accomplishment. I prefer their company than those that spend too much time empowering their challenges and blaming others for their own poor decisions that led to their particular circumstances.

I legally, legitimately, by any measure of medical analysis, qualify for full disability benefits. And I refuse to seek them out. I insist that I overcome them and rather than allowing my diseased mind from crippling my potential by resigning to it. I refuse to let temporary circumstances to permanently impede my goals. My peers and possibly my own family wouldn’t like the fact that I’m sharing this to this small corner of the internet.

My goals. Are intended to produce things that will endure for generations. I may be long gone. But my work won’t be. In the meanwhile. I’ve got to beat epilepsy. I’ve got to keep bipolar on a short leash, and I’ve got to get emotionally and physically healthy enough to keep my body and brain and partners moving forward.

I’ve got a LOT to do and I’ve got approximately forty to fifty years to get it all done.

Help me.

[lisalymelife]

Other than “What are your symptoms?”, my least favorite question to answer is “What is your current medication list?”.

I immediately feel a wave of exhaustion come over me knowing there’s no way to answer it all on the spot, it’s going to take a long time to list them all, I’m not going to remember everything, and I don’t want to! It’s too much to just casually answer.

So I started keeping a printout of all my supplements and meds in my purse, and I try to keep it updated right before I go to a new doctor or appointment.

My current Lyme med list as of writing this post:

Why are there so many?

To many people this seems like an ungodly amount, and to me too, lol, but lemme explain why I’m on all these – because at first glance you might think my doctors just love to torture me, or are just throwing everything at me haphazardly. They are absolutely not. This list has been adjusted, subtracted from and added to on a monthly basis for years. It has taken years and years to find what works, what doesn’t, what causes side effects, what causes me to herx, what the bugs react to, what my symptoms react to, and is constantly evolving as my illness and diagnosis evolves.

Some of these meds are specifically taken to target the Lyme bacteria & co-infections, some are taken to relieve my symptoms, some are taken to relieve side effects from other meds (though thankfully not many cuz that’s a depressing cycle that’s very murky to wade through) some are taken to reduce inflammation, some are taken because of the secondary illnesses Lyme has caused, many are taken to build my immune system, and so on and so on…

I’m not using this post to go into all the details of why I’m on each item. I’d like to at some point, but instead wanna focus on how I manage all of it.

 My system for managing all these meds

I was not expecting to have to manage so many meds, side effects, allergies, etc. when I first started my Lyme treatment, and quickly realized I needed to find a way to keep track of it all.

It’s more than just having a list. You need to keep your records constantly accurate to show when you started the meds, when you stopped, how much you’re on, when you changed, any notes you want to remember, any instructions you need to follow, etc. This is not just for you, it’s for your doctor to know if there are any other things your other doctors have put you on, if there’s anything you forgot to add to your list that you should be on, if there’s anything you stopped because of side effects, it’s for any new doctors so they know exactly what you’re taking, it’s for hospitals if you have an emergency, it’s for medical leave paperwork, disability paperwork, insurance claims…

Finding a method that works for you and that is realistic for you to use on a regular basis is essential. Yours might not be mine, but through a lot of trial and error this is what works for me:

Here’s my routine of managing my many medications & supplements:

Private WordPress Page

I did not intent to blog about my Lyme journey when I first got my WordPress site for it. I actually purchased this WordPress theme I’m using now so I could use it to manage my illness. I needed something that would allow me to create my own custom taxonomy, something that was easy to hop in and out of, and something that I could access from my phone so I could pull up info during doctor appointments. I tried a bunch of different apps and google docs, but ultimately fell into using WordPress as my primary tracking system.

This is what the backend of a WordPress site theme looks like.

My most important private page is my Supplements & Meds page:

Whenever I get a new med (btw I’m gonna call all my medications, supplements and vitamins “meds” so I don’t have to write that out every time), I open up that private page, and add it to my list, in this format:

Medication Name

Brand: 

Ordered from: 

Cost: $

Type: 

Serving Size: 

Instructions: 

Schedule:

Symptom Tracker:

mm/dd/yy – Day One – 

mm/dd/yy – Day Two – 

mm/dd/yy – Day Three – 

Notes:

mm/dd/yy –

Here are a couple real med records (not gonna lie, a little embarrassed to show you my notes about Malarone, but I wanted to show that one because it’s a good example of just how complex that notes can be, and lets be honest – shit happens ).

It’s so important to record with as much detail as possible, because:

Lyme Brain makes me forget everything so I can’t trust my memory.

Lyme treatment is very lengthy. Over the course of your treatment you might start and stop the same medication several times, across months or years, and they may have differing effects on your system at different times (because of the state of your body at that time of taking it, because of what other meds your own, because of herxing, you name it).

Every time you take anything new, whether it’s a medication, a vitamin or a supplement, it’s important to give yourself 3 days with that one new addition, so you can clearly tell if you get a side effect from it. Sometimes I might be adding several new meds a month, several days apart, and without my notes I would not remember if my upset stomach came from new med #1 or new med #4.

Recording everything makes it easier to recognize patterns of how your body reacts to similar types of meds.

If you have an adverse or allergic reaction to a medication, your Lyme doctor might take you off it, but a future doctor might suggest it, not knowing your past with it. Especially with allergic reactions it’s dangerous to forget, and you also don’t want to waste time, money and awful side effects on a medication you’ve already tried.

In addition to my WordPress private page, I duplicate each med in a more simple format in Google Sheets, as shown in the printable PDF screenshot above. I don’t like having to record it all twice, but it’s been working pretty well for me now that I’m in the habit of it.

Bucket o’ Pills

I literally keep everything in a bucket. 🙂 It makes it easier than just shoving into a drawer, and takes up way less space. Plus, when it’s time to refill my pill organizer I bring out the bucket, take everything out onto the table, and as I fill my organizer I put the bottle back in the bucket. That way I know for sure I’ve added everything, and haven’t accidentally added something twice because so many of these look alike I wouldn’t be able to tell just by eyeballing the pill.

Two Pills Organizers

About 6 months ago I graduated from 1 pill organizer to 2 because of how many things I take each day. I love these dudes. They’re cute, colorful, and they stay closed (unlike other ones I’ve used that pop open in my purse). They’re separated by days so if you are gonna be out of the house for the day or going on a weekend trip, and don’t want to take the entire week’s supply, it’s easy to separate them out.

I got these, like everything else in my life cuz I’m obsessed!, on Amazon: 4-times-a-day organizer, 3-times-a-day organizer.

Lil’ Instruction Labels

Pill instructions are sooo annoying. Especially when they’re constantly changing. I’ve got too many to memorize, and I don’t like having to dig up my lengthy patient plan or medication directions each time, so I started adding instruction labels to every med. It makes the weekly pill organizer replenishment process much faster.

Keep & Reuse Empty Bottles

As I’m refilling my organizers, if there are any meds that are empty or will run out before the next weekly refill I set them aside so I don’t accidentally put them back into the bucket. Then I go through and reorder online or through my pharmacy.

A big lesson I’ve learned is to keep the empties! Here’s why:

Sometimes an Amazon order gets delayed, or cancelled, or there are pharmacy mistakes, or I got interrupted during my refill process and thought I reordered something I didn’t. This means I can’t go on faith that once I finish my weekly refill process I can throw the empty away, because if I don’t get it by next week and I don’t have the bottle in front of me I might forget to follow-up or that I’m taking the medication at all. It actually happens pretty frequently, so keeping the empties have helped me a ton.

I have the lil’ instruction labels on the bottles, so I actually like to just reuse the bottles instead of rewriting all the labels each time I get a refill. So when I get a new bottle of meds, I open it and pour the contents into the empty that has the label on it.

And… I think that’s it! 🙂 Phew! I did it!! My full medication, vitamin and supplement tracking process. I hope method of madness helps you too! 🙂

Hold onto your butts! This is my current medication, vitamin & supplement list, and how I keep track of it all. Other than "What are your symptoms?", my least favorite question to answer is "What is your current medication list?". 1,562 more words

[trans-pepsi]

@aliens-think-we-are-weird

This wasn’t the first mission to earth, Rucer reminded themself. Countless people of their species has gone down to this planet just fine but Rucer was the first to actually stay on the planet. The humans had done a thorough synopsis both from their records and the Council’s records of anatomy and bacteria. Amazingly, none of the found transmutable diseases did anything horribly bad and the humans seemed more than happy to try and cure the odd sniffles that came from the new bacteria. Peculiar. Only about a dozen of Rucer’s kind would be staying on a planet that held 9 billion people. Was this a sign of peace or galactic research? It certainly wasn’t needed as they’ve already evolved out of any harm the bacteria could do to them. 

The same couldn’t be said about the earth’s diseases however. The long list Rucer had to read before being chosen to migrate here was head spinning. It ranged from annoyances to death in ways deemed torturous. The humans have apparently gone through more plagues than any other species Rucer has seen before. It could be said because of their variety of crops and livestock was accountable for that but even still, the amount of human diseases would have made any other species get into hazmat suits as soon as they invented them. “I heard there’s a tick that makes them allergic to their favorite foods,” whispered someone who was also traveling with rucer to the planet. “I heard there’s a worm that burrows into their heel and slowly eats the human from the inside and then their brain. Get this, they’re only now getting rid of it because they finally agreed no one would suffer from it and the very idea was too inhumane for anyone to endure.”

Inhumane. that word was very laughable anywhere else in the galaxy. With the humans carefree attitude to almost everything else, it seemed hilarious when a human actually said no. None the less, when a human says inhumane, everyone else keeps a healthy cross-ship distance from it. 

Rucer was going to Greensburg, Georgia. It seemed like a safe place considering the alternatives. The climate was rather stable. There was no droughts, no deadly species in the general vicinity unlike areas like Africa or Australia. The other day, Rucer heard that Australia is actually an island and humans chose to go there, even after logging all of the species. It didn’t surprise them when they heard humans came from Africa. Honestly, its what you would expect from humans by now. 

Rucer didn’t want to get into all of the specifics that worried them about the planet. It certainly wasn’t in their nature to complain and worry but living on the planet that created humans seemed like the best way to train.

On board the ship that was landing was a human doctor who was tasked with slowly vaccinating them Apparently the humans vaccinate repeatedly to make sure the diseases are protected from. They in fact inject things into babies only a few days old. Rucer has taken plenty of shots in their day. It was standard going to any planet that had fatal diseases. 

“Now, just to be sure, you do know how to take medicine correct?” the doctor asked.

Of course Rucer knew how to apply medicine. It was needed for any battle. Were there constant battles going on the planet. Did another ‘World War’ occur?  They were completely confused.

“Narrowed eyes, raised shoulders and slight change in sound tunnels. You’re confused.” the doctor explained,”Well, how do I explain this, medicine is used for diseases humans haven’t vaccinated against.” Rucer shivered, just remembering the tiny list of diseases not cured, just seeing the two most common diseases was either not cured or cured purely based on scientific predictions on how it would change. They didn’t want to think about that. “It’s as simple as taking the medicine prescribed. Many drugs or medicine have a label that tells you while others you’ll need to go to the doctor. Luckily, you have a UN medicaid so feel free to go to the doctor all you want. There’s a specialized university near you just to help you specifically.” The doctor cleared their throat,”Right then, time for your shot, pull back your suit to your shoulder.” 

The doctor walked around with a syringe. Rucer sighed, they always hurt as it took awhile for the vaccine to get into their system. “Oh hush, you won’t feel a thing.” Rucer rolled their eyes... not literally of course, they were trying to adopt some human mannerisms before being deployed to fit in more. Rucer calmed down over time, waiting for the injection but it seemed to never come. Was the doctor taking their time? Having trouble knowing where to inject it? Rucer wasn’t the first to get the injection. They glanced over and was baffled to see the doctor packing up

“The.. injection?” Rucer muttered in the human language. 

“Oh honey, it was over a minute ago. You still worried about it?” They seemed almost humored by this, smiling kindly to them.

“Did.. you.. forget?” Rucer guided to his arm which now had a small Winnie the Pooh band-aid. 

The doctor chuckled,”Silly, I told you wouldn’t feel a thing.” The doctor paused again,”Confused still.. Uhm... Ah, a lot of humans also disliked the vaccines so we invented a faster working, less pain version.”

Rucer walked out of the medbay with a hand on their head.