#chronically suffering

[missb0at]

The urge to give Percy and Annabeth chronic wrist pain from holding up the sky.

The urge to give Percy Annabeth, Will and Nico some sort of breathing/lung problem from Tartarus.

The urge to give Jason and Percy memory problems.

The urge to give Piper, Jason and Leo issues telling the difference between dream and memory and shit.

I get they're half literal greek god and magic and all that shit but they're also half human let me give them various health issues pls

[serendippertyy]

HIII GUYSS I've been swamped w/ commissions and artfight I will get to the tumblr requests soon I prommy in the meantime i have some doodz of the next character that I'm emotionally dependent on...

💥PONY JUMPSCARE💥

[chronicpaingirlie]

“why do i feel like shit today” says the guy with chronic pain & fatigue for the 10000th day in a row

[jackedknife]

Could you draw a tf2 character lineup?

The slowest drawer on this website reports on duty🫡

First time drawing the whole team together woo!

[cosmicredcadet]

I don't think a lot of people realize that lot of their advice to disabled people often boils down to "Get over it." they are trying to be helpful but their idea of helpful is "Just do the thing" because that's what they do. for them they just do things. It comes naturally to just do it.

They don't know how to bridge the gap between you and the task. For them the bridge is already pre-built and stable. For disabled people the bridge is run down, not well kept, it feels unsteady and is hard to get across without being slow and cautious - hell for some people there is no bridge and we need to build it ourselves but we don't have the bridge building tools and no one gives them to us.

"Just cross the bridge." They say before walking over their pre-built bridge. They never gave you the tools to build a bridge to cross.

[mintybagels]

finally got some time to make somethin :3

[multifariousmayhem]

you know when the chronic pain is chronic?

you want to do stuff, you NEED to do stuff but it just hurts too much

you really need to do this stuff, you been putting it off for days

but it

hurts

so much

you know when the chronic pain is chronic?

[tea-cat-arts]

Shen Yuan getting transported into pidw isn't "the system punishing him for being a lazy internet hater," but instead representative of "step 1 of the creative process: getting so mad at something you decide to go write your own fucking book" in this essay I will

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

darry makes the boys hold onto the cart when they go shoppin. post tumblr.

[poeticnotpretentious]

Oh my god I can’t believe I have to say this but:

DISABLED PEOPLE CAN HAVE GOOD DAYS!!

Just because I had one day when the pain wasn’t there for long enough for me to enjoy it doesn’t mean I am suddenly “cured from my issue” or that I don’t need accommodations anymore.

[lemlillianlemon]

Me and my momma's guide to chronic migraines:

1. Have different pain medicines on hand (Advil, Aleve, Excedrin, Ibuprofen, painquil [am and pm], Tylenol [extra strength, fast release, pm])

2. Switch them!!! Take Advil one hour and then take Aleve the next and so on and so forth or take Advil one day and then Tylenol the next, it'll help mitigate the damage to your body from constantly taking medication.

3. If it hurts really bad take the fast release Tylenol and Excedrin (2 of each) and either lay down or watch a low interest movie (types of comfort movie). For us these would be The Princess and The Frog, Nightmare Before Christmas, the live action Alice in Wonderland, Brave, Tangled, and The Emperor's New Groove.

4. Don't use just pain medicine, do some chores and small things to try and get yourself distracted from the pain, it hurts more if you think about it.

5. Cuddle with your cat! Cat purrs have a frequency that is both physically and emotionally healing so love those kitties!

6. Something my therapist taught me is that counter stimulation might help but it might not and it takes a bit for it to kick in. So minty gum, super sour snacks or candies, super salty foods, super sweet foods, cold or hot, all might help your migraine if you focus on the sensations!

7. Textures! Lots of textures! In my experience ones that feel weird but that you enjoy are more likely to help you not hurt as it keeps you busy while you enjoy something.

8. Stay hydrated! Water will significantly help your headaches.

And last but not least:

9. It is okay to have to lay down in a completely dark room with only white noise. It is okay to not be able to eat anything other than a smoothie or only water during your headache. It is okay that you can't do much when you're in extreme pain. Don't feel bad because someone says you should be able to do things, everyone has their own limitations and you know yours.

[butter-tart-art]

A Not So Conventional Family…

A) Angst

B) Vent

C) All of the above

NOTE:

this isn’t about ODing because of chronic illness, more a vent and awareness on chronic pain causing such severe nausea that you can’t keep down anything including pain medication to STOP the nausea… istg it’s a loop of agonizing existence and if I have to deal with it so does he

[reader-from-nowhere]

AHHHHHH TAKE IT SecondBee by @yuukirita! :P Part 1, 2 here :DD

Cliffjumper was having the worst day ever, not only did he accidentally tripped and fall face-down at an extremely important meeting today, as a result, he got saddled with a scout mission by Elita - she probably felt bad about the incident and gave him an easy way out, and normally, he’d feel better away from the suffocating walls of Iacon, today just wasn’t his day.

Because the moment he stepped foot into the designated mine in his file folder, the ground collapsed. So, here he is, free falling down a seemingly never ending drop. Sure, he probably should freak out more and try to find a way to slow down.

But come on, one doesn’t just earn the name Cliffjumper from nothing.

So, case in point, today fragging sucks.

Crossing his arms, Cliffjumper frowned as he heard the faint sound of metal hitting solid ground. Seems like the ride is over, boo hoo.

Activating the duo blasters at the back of his foot and shoulder, Cliffjumper felt his body slowing down, taking the whistling wind away as it went. A shame, it was one of his favorite thing about free falling, his friends would sometimes joke about how he should’ve been created with an aerial frame.

No, focus, Cliffjumper, what was he doing again? Oh, right, scouting. His feet landed on the ground with a small clank, distantly, he wondered about the nature of this ‘mission’ of his.

Despite what other mechs whisper about (and despite Optimus’s best efforts to keep this particular information from him), Cliffjumper isn’t dumb, he was just a bit hot-headed and reckless, that doesn’t mean he can’t stop and think. Elita doesn’t quite know this just yet, and he intends to keep it that way, more for his advantage.

Nevertheless, this mine was not a usual place for a scouting mission, Elita had listed the description as ‘possible stray material locating’, but this specific mine was different, since it wasn’t evacuated during the incident with Sentinel (Cliffjumper would spit on that name if it ever comes to life), mechs had been able to extract all energons and precious materials after the battle, there was little reasons to send a scout here.

Still, Elita doesn’t do things without reason, so Cliffjumper didn’t question her. He kind of regrets that decision now.

Primus, when Elita finds out the mines had collapsed, she’d go straight to Optimus, and after Cliff got out, he’d do that thing where he lowers those antennas of his that almost makes Cliffjumper wanna swear he’d stay put. Then Elita’d make him swear it.

Ugh, he’s so grounded.

Welp, might as well enjoy his stay while he can. Looking around, Cliffjumper was hit with the sudden realization that, damn, he’s down pretty deep, actually. There was little to no natural light down here, only the dim sizzles of half-powered lamps scattered around the abandoned halls lit up the way.

Cliffjumper frowns, tapping on his comms, only for it to come back nulled. No signal.

Oh, he’s down deep deep.

Groaning, Cliffjumper kicks a pebble out of frustration, watching the thing bounces and hits the gray walls, he huffs. Primus, this place fragging sucks, actually, he wants to be picked up immediately. It was cold, empty and dead here, he hates it, those words don't belong in Cliffjumper’s vocabulary.

Even if an early rescue means he’d have to face Optimus sooner. Ugh, he doesn’t look forward to it at all, say goodbye to freedom for the next lightyear!

Cliffjumper slowly makes his way down the dim hall, grumbling to himself. It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate Optimus’ concerns, it’s just - it gets exhausting at times, he doesn’t want a repeat of that last time Cliff accidentally got shot in a scout mission. He was fine afterwards! Even Elita said so, although, she was trembling a bit while she did.

He loves the mech duo, but come on.

Cliffjumper sighs, tracing the worn-down walls of the place, sharpening his fingers when he went past a series of Sentinel posters. Honestly, frag that guy.

The false Prime not only ruined everyone’s life, he also separated the iconic team that freed Iacon from its chains. Maybe if the guy had never existed, then Iacon would’ve been fine, then Optimus and Elita wouldn’t have lost two friends that left them with visible scars that he can always see clinging to their clean frames. Maybe, then, Cliffjumper wouldn’t have lost his broth-

Creaaaaak-

“Yip!”

Letting out a very manly and brave sound, Cliffjumper unloads his blaster out of instinct, Elita’s warning of the potential of dangerous mechs going into hiding in deep mining levels. Crouching slightly, Cliffjumper tries his best to not make any sound moving forward.

Creaaak-

He gulps, approaching the source of the noise, which is just around a corner. A very dim, shadowy corner.

No, he’s not scared, what are you talking about?

Cliffjumper steps closer and closer to the creaking sounds, inhaling, he readies his weapons. One more step, and he rounds the corner, raising his blaster as he did.

Now, across the cycles, Optimus has told him many, many stories about his brother. B-127, he stopped after…Well, he stopped after running out of new things to say, but Cliffjumper had always paid his utmost attention when the mech did. He had hung onto every word, rolling them around in his helm whilst recharging, committing them into his files, memories of what could’ve been.

What should’ve been.

Cliffjumper stopped dead at his feet, his blaster, raised mid-air, slowly tilting down.

He gapes. “Bee?”

[bardic-inspo]

*takes your face and holds it tenderly*

You were not made just to suffer. You are more. You are so much more than your hardest moments. 💜

[writingdevil]

Ooh I love your depiction of cheated/opportunist would it be possible to request more of them?

As someone with chronic pain, the whole “care only about survival, suck up to whoever’s most usedul” persona Oppy puts on is like a personal nightmare. I feel like when they were first getting closer, Oppy would have been one of the few members of the flock Cheated would try and hide the extent of his pain from. Either because he was afraid if Oppy knew just how bad he felt he would use it to get the upper hand when necessary, or because Oppy would consider him less useful to be associated with and stop hanging out with him as much. And I feel like Oppy would be kind of devastated to find this out

(YES YES YES MORE CHEATUNIST!! I love that idea so much, that Cheated would try to hide his pain so that Oppy won't look down on him or stop hanging out with him. Oppy would absolutely be devastated if he was genuinely enjoying his company. Anyway, enjoy!)

Cheated bit his lip, trying his hardest to ignore the pain now pulsating up and down his back. This was the worst time for his chronic pain to kick in.

Cheated tried to keep his composure, along with tuning back in with whatever Oppy was yapping about now while he preened Cheated's wings.

Oppy's hands- usually so soft and warm to the touch- were now sending streaks of hot pain across his back, whenever they brushed his skin.

He took a deep breath in, closed his eyes, and attempted to focus on nothing but Oppy. He could do that. He's spent almost all of his new freedom gritting his teeth and baring this pain, he could definitely keep it up now.

"Hey! Are you listening?"

Then there was the feeling of Oppy poking his back.

Cheated squeezed his eyes shut as it felt like pure fire was licking up and down his backside, swallowing every curse that bubbled up his throat. Unfortunately, he couldn't stop his back from arching in an attempt to get away from Oppy's hands.

"Um, are you okay?" Oppy asked, worry and confusion starting to creep into his voice, and Cheated instantly opened his eyes, blinking rapidly and forcing his face back into a neutral expression as soon as Oppy started talking.

He threw a glance over his shoulder. "Yeah, all good," he managed to get out without his voice breaking. But Oppy just raised a brow, suspicion clear in his eyes and dammit, Cheated should know who he was talking to- the king of lying.

"Are you sure?" Oppy asked, beginning to trail his hands up from his sides up to his shoulders, and it was part torturous, part welcoming. But it still felt like his back was being crushed, so he just gripped the sheets of the bed below him and nodded.

They were both silent for awhile, until Oppy squeezes his shoulders once and said, "I don't believe you. What's wrong?"

Oppy wasn't preening anymore, just softly massaging his shoulders, and it would've felt wonderful were it not for the pain that kept appearing and disappearing whenever it pleased.

Cheated should say something. He knew he should say something about how he was feeling- normally he had no issue with speaking his mind.

But what came out of his mouth was, "You missed a feather that's been bugging me a lot. But I know you'd get all offended if I said anything."

His tone was playful and teasing, and any and all suspicions were dropped as Oppy dramatically gasped, and it was that moment where Cheated's pain decided to die down for awhile.

"Where? Where is it?" Oppy asked, hands digging through his wings, and as the pain ebbed away, it let in room for Cheated to appreciate the gentle, precise fingers against his feathers, and he let a sigh of relief and relaxation out.

Oppy found a random feather and twisted it back into place, asking, "Better?" into Cheated's ear, and Cheated just nodded while closing his eyes.

He felt arms wrapping around his neck from behind, and then a weight was leaning against his backside, and Cheated completely forgot about the pain that had been torturing him merely a few minutes ago, as he felt Oppy chuckle against him in amusement.

"You can be such a sensitive baby, you know that?" Oppy murmured, and then pressed a soft kiss to Cheated's cheek, giving him a few more pecks for good measure, before leaning back to continue preening.

Sensitive? Oppy had no idea.

Usually, Cheated wouldn't hold back on telling Oppy how he really felt- it had been the thing to bring them closer- Cheated's bluntness and unwillingness to play Oppy's mind games, forcing the other to be honest with him.

But with this, Cheated couldn't find it within him to tell Oppy the truth of his discomfort.

Well, for today, Cheated couldn't ruin the moment because it had taken them a long time to get Cheated to willingly show his back to Oppy, to trust that nothing bad would happen. That was all. He's sure that if this happens again, then Cheated would have no problem bringing it up with his partner-right?

-

No. No, nothing was fucking right about this.

Cheated's body hated him- that was the only conclusion that Cheated could come to. His body hated him and especially hated him when he was happy with Oppy, because the pain was always excruciatingly bad in those usually sweet moments.

His arm would throb and twitch until he couldn't hold Oppy's hand anymore. He would get a migraine so bad that he had to cancel their date. His entire body burned until all Cheated wanted to do was crawl into bed and stew in pain and misery.

But the problem was- Cheated couldn't tell Oppy any of this.

Opportunist was someone who valued strength and usefulness. That was the mindset that he operated under, and although he had relaxed and learned to trust the flock better, Cheated knew that fear was still buried deep in his mind.

Oppy would never have bothered with Cheated, if he found out about this state his body was in. Oppy would have branded him as useless, and not worth his time and energy, and then they never would've gotten to this peaceful and loving stage of their relationship.

So Cheated had to hide his pain from Oppy, so that Oppy continued to see him as someone worthy of loving.

But it was getting harder to hide it.

Oppy had been dragging Cheated down to show him something, when Cheated suddenly felt a burst of pain in the wrist that Oppy was holding.

He tried to simply slip his hand away from Oppy's, but Oppy just tightened his grip- which made the pain worse- and gave him a brief glance with a smile. "C'mon, I want you to see this."

But Cheated couldn't care about anything other than the way his wrist was burning and swelling up. "Babe, I think I gotta go-"

"No, you can be patient for a few minutes, can't you?"

No, he really couldn't.

But the thing that pushed Cheated over the edge, was the way that Oppy rubbed a thumb over his pulse- a motion he's done over a thousand times, but now Cheated suddenly couldn't stand it.

Cheated let a groan of frustration and agony out, abruptly stopping in his tracks and ripping his hand out of Oppy's grip.

Cheated hissed as he cradled his hand to his chest, turning away and hunching over, just holding his hand gently and waiting for the pain to pass.

"Cheated? Love, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Cheated gritted out, hearing footsteps getting closer, but he just focused on taking deep breaths, begging this pain to go away.

"Are you sure?" Oppy asked, and Cheated hated how soft his voice sounded, because he knew it would fade away the moment he found out about this chronic pain of Cheated's.

Cheated felt a gentle hand on his shoulder, and he shook it off, taking a stumbling step forward, squeezing his eyes shut, his mind full of nothing but the sharp drumming of pain shooting up his whole arm now.

"Love, I can tell that's something wrong- just tell me, please."

"Nothing's wrong, Oppy. Just go away."

But then Oppy grabbed his elbow, going, "Why won't you just talk to me-" and then Cheated's vision became blurry from the pain of that touch.

"Oppy, fuck off!" He whirled around as he yelled, ripping himself away from Oppy, glaring at him with tears in his eyes. He hugged himself, trying to keep all the pain contained within him, to not let anyone else see him being weak.

But then he saw the look on Oppy's face.

It was heartbreak.

Oppy's eyes were wide and shining with tears, with both wings and arms tucked behind his back, as if scared of hurting Cheated.

They stared at each other in stunned silence- and the pain in Cheated's heart at hurting his Oppy was worse than anything his cursed body could inflict upon him.

He wanted to reach out, to push past the pain and apologise- but then an empty, practised smile fell upon Oppy's face, and there was nothing warm in his voice as he said, "Oh... so we're back to this, are we?" Back to this dance, back to not trusting each other.

Cheated couldn't stand to go back to that.

But the pain made it hard for words to come to his head, so all he could do was watch as Oppy sent him an icy smile and said, "I'll leave you be then." He walked away without so much as a glance back.

-

For the rest of that day and the morning that followed, Cheated buried himself under his covers and refused to leave his bedroom, not even to get anything for his pain.

He deserved to suffer. He deserved to feel the hurt that he made Oppy feel.

At one point, he woke up to a throbbing pain in the back of his calf, as if something inside the meat of his skin was ripping itself apart.

Cheated dealt with it by thrashing his body from side to side, until he realised that that was only making his body worse, as he could soon feel that pain spread up his leg, to his chest, and all across his back.

Before Cheated knew it, his entire body was flaring up in agony, and he ended up flat on his back, fists clenched at his side, hissing through gritted teeth as he stared up at the ceiling.

He could deal with this. He could deal with this.

The pain got worse- like someone lighting every inch of skin and feather on fire.

His body twitched and spasmed, and Cheated fucking hated this feeling, of feeling his body be a prison that he couldn't escape from.

But the worst thing about this, was that he was alone with his pain.

His breath hitched, and the second that tears started to spill down his face, he knew what he had to do, so Cheated forced himself to speak up and call out, "Oppy!"

Cheated barely had to wait five seconds before his bedroom door burst open, and a worried Oppy stood before him.

Their eyes met, and Cheated saw worry- but also hesitation, in Oppy's eyes. He supposed he deserved it.

But he didn't have time to focus on the guilt, as another wave of pain crash into him, making him cry out.

"Cheated!" Oppy was immediately at his side, looking down at him in fear, hands hovering in the air, too afraid to touch him. Instead, they settled on either side of Cheated's head against the pillow.

"Cheated, baby, you need to tell me what's wrong."

"Hurts," he gritted out. "Body- hurts."

Oppy looked down and studied his body. "Where?" he asked anxiously. "Where did you hurt yourself?"

"No," Cheated sobbed out, at how unfair his own body was being to him. "Body- in pain." Oppy looked up and gave him a nervous yet confused glance. "Your body is just hurting all on its own?" Cheated managed the tiniest of nods, leaning his head back against the pillow.

"Okay," Oppy muttered to himself, then louder, "Okay, what do you need me to do, babe?"

"Ice-please please-"

"It's okay, it's okay, baby, I'm gonna take care of you," Oppy softly reassured him, cupping his face and gently wiping the tears off his face, which only made Cheated cry more, but because of how sweet his partner was.

"I'm gonna be right back, honey, just hold on for me, okay?" Oppy whispered, before quickly rushing out of the room, and Cheated closed his eyes as he quietly cried to himself, at being left alone with his pain. He didn't want to be alone. He wanted Oppy.

Just as he thought that, a hand cupped his cheek and he leaned into it. He opened his eyes to find Oppy back, and with two wrapped cloths with ice in them.

Oppy sounded a little bit more calm now as he said, "Where does the pain hurt the most?"

"Back."

"Okay, let me just-" and then Cheated whined loudly in pain as Oppy gently lifted his body up, with Oppy shushing him all the while as he placed the ice pack against his back.

It was like being doused with cool water. Cheated sighed, allowing his body to relax and sag against Oppy's hold, and he felt a kiss being pressed to his forehead as Oppy whispered, "I've got you, baby. I'm gonna take care of you."

Take care of him he did. Once one pain died down, Oppy would move to different areas of his body, the two ice packs as a soothing balm on his body, until Cheated practically felt boneless as he laid against the pillows. He felt absolutely drained, but relaxed.

Oppy sighed as he laid down next to him, turning to face him with a worried look. Cheated just stared at the ceiling. "Is that what was going on with you? Your body would just- attack you like that?"

Cheated nodded, turning to face Oppy tiredly. There was nothing disgusted or accusatory in his gaze- just love and worry.

"Why would you hide that from me, though?" Oppy asked. "Did you think I wouldn't understand?"

Cheated sighed. "Not exactly," he said, looking away from Oppy's eyes as he said, "I thought if you saw how my body gets, you'd- stop wanting to be with me." He looked back up, then quickly ducked back down as he watched Oppy's eyes widened in surprise, and Cheated bit the inside of his cheek before continuing.

"I thought you'd think of me as useless if you knew that my body fucking hated me half the time. I was scared of you... leaving me."

Cheated let the words hang heavy in the air between them, and when he felt brave enough to meet Oppy's eyes, all he saw was devastation in them.

"You thought I'd leave you because of something you can't control?" Oppy whispered, and the only thing Cheated thought to do was shrug.

Oppy let out a sigh of exasperation, before leaning in and pressing a firm kiss against his lips. Cheated kissed back with a whimper, having missed the feeling of Oppy's love, so soft yet powerful at the same time.

When they separated, Oppy cradled his face as he whispered, "If I've spent this long putting up with your temper and blind distrust of me, then why would I ever leave you for something out of your control?"

Cheated let a weak chuckle out. "Because you could find someone better, someone stronger-"

"Stronger?" Oppy echoed in shock. "Baby, I think you're the strongest one of us for having to put up with this all the time."

Cheated looked at him in disbelief, but Oppy just smiled at him lovingly. "Really?" Cheated whispered, and Oppy leaned in even closer, so that their breaths mingled, and said, "Really. But if you ever hide something like this from me again, you will never hear the end of it."

Cheated laughed, and was quickly pulled into another kiss, and he decided that he could live with that condition. So long as he had Oppy by his side.

[amourtoken]

need to get an angel wings tramp stamp from tattoo artist quinn STAT

(this isn't spicy rlly bc I just ended up diving into details abt tattooer Quinn but there can always be a pt 2 👀)

Firstly let me just say the VIBE and ATMOSPHERE Quinn creates in his space is immaculate. It's comforting in the way home feels after a long ass day and he didn't consciously choose to make his station like this but it just kinda happened. He likes what he likes. He spends so much fucking time here anyway it might as well be home.

Honestly he's relatively quiet, much more than everyone else he works with unless he's dealing with some kind of altercation (which thankfully is rare, although he has no problem putting ppl in their place to keep his shop drama free). He sticks to the conversational basics at first, only delving into small talk well after he's got you in his chair. Even then, he's typically so focused he keeps to himself. Years of working all day with the noise of his machine blasting may have also had an effect on his hearing so background noises tend to be filtered out into the collective sound anyway.

Quinn drew up a few different designs for you after you'd had your consult, all of them the same concept but varying details. It almost feels like he's showing off his skill, every piece looks like it could be drawn up by a completely different artist. You end up settling on a colorful set of wings reminiscent of a watercolor painting which is honestly a bit out of his comfort zone but he's well past the era of being anxious to start a piece, he can handle anything you throw at him.

Quinn has you standing in front of him to place your stencil and you catch glimpses of him in the floor length mirror he's set up in the corner of his room. He's focused, marking out lines to be sure it's perfectly even and placed to go with the flow of your body. It's endearing how his eyebrows knit together when he's working, gloved hands sliding over your hips mindlessly to get some different angled views just to be certain everything looks right. Honestly working with stencils is a bit rare for him, he prefers to draw his custom pieces straight into the skin but if he's got a busy day ahead he'll cave and print a few out.

Quinn has you laid on your stomach, his chair fully reclined for you. Once he actually starts working on you, you're surprised how gentle he is. Maybe it's just a bias but you're used to men being heavy handed when they tattoo, not him though, you could fall asleep like this. He's leaned over you, both hands settled on your lower back while he inks out the stencil and normally you'd be scrolling your phone to pass the time but you're still watching him through the mirror that happens to catch the perfect angle of the two of you.

He almost looks angry when he's focused but you know he's not. The only genuinely unpleasant noises or expressions you get from him are when he pauses to sit up straight, stretching his back out and wincing before returning to his position (very similar to a shrimp lol). Like his hearing, turns out spending years in this type of work can lead to some back problems since you're always bent over for hours on end. He manages it pretty well most days but he can't ignore the damn near constant ache that's manifested in his spine, he's more than happy to offer up breaks to his clients just so he has time to stretch and throw back a couple ibuprofen.

You're almost surprised to hear him speak after being quiet for so long but you're almost finished up, he's apologizing in advance for the white highlights coming up that he knows aren't gonna feel pleasant (thankfully he's a bactine truther and sprays that shit like water so your suffering is limited). It's all worth it in the end of course, looking at the beautiful piece on your lower back through the mirror has you smiling so hard it almost hurts. He did amazing, even the smallest details preserved just how you'd imagined. Quinn snaps a few pictures for his portfolio before rattling off about aftercare to you, writing you some notes in his unique handwriting you can't help but admire long after you've left.

Everything about him is worth admiring to be real, you'll absolutely be back to see him again soon.