#curse my allergies

[love-3-crimes]

the universe knew i would be too powerful if i had a cat so it made me allergic to them

[slumbering-shadows]

BBQ Pringles are so so evil and mean to me and they hurt me so bad but also they are so tasty :(

[monurey]

I feel bad everytime I restart Undertale because I am in fact allergic to Cinnamon and could not eat Toriel's pie 🥲😔

[pixyrevenge]

Get you a charity that does “Cow Hug Therapy”

[his-tamine]

i might've just fucked myself, folks.

there's this really sweet and lovely little kitty who belongs to the neighbors but really she's like everybody's cat, 'cause she's extremely friendly and social and greets everyone she sees. she comes by our house so often that it's like our porch is her second porch.

tonight I was on the porch and she was sat on the stairs and she looked up at me with her big ol' yellow orbs and went like "mrrp mrrp!" and I was like "nooo... I can't - I'm sorry I'm allergic to you, friend" but then she rubbed up against my legs and curled her tail around one of my boots and I was like "OUGHGHHH!! 💕" because she is literally just a little baby™ (adult cat)

and I just HAD to pet her. I couldn't keep refusing her she's so fucking sweet I didn't have it in me to reject her affection anymore :((( and so I pet her, I went inside, and I immediately washed my hands like three times in a row. but now my nose is all runny, I'm all sneezy, and my eyes are even more fucking watery than before .

but it was worth it tbh she was very very soft. and she leaned into my hand and closed her eyes and i got to see her little toof poke out

[kayawolfhorse]

The changes were as gradual as gaining new extremities overnight could be.

First came the ears, tufted in fur the same brown as Pearl’s hair, pricked upright upon her head. The morning they appeared, Pearl’s waking thought was how much louder the birds’ chirping tune seemed to be, how she was able to pinpoint exactly where they perched, along the roof of her tower and in the boughs of the highest treetops below. She tried not to think about the whispered remarks made behind her retreating back she could hear all the clearer now.

The tail appeared next, and Pearl almost crushed it rolling out of bed. Though it was often hidden by the drape of her scarlet cloak, Pearl liked her new tail, and petting the long, coarse fur soon became as natural to her as idly playing with the strands of hair that fell loose around her face.

On the third day, Pearl awoke with a bleeding mouth, pierced by long, pointed canines she wasn’t used to having. Those took the longest to adjust to, weeks of bruises along her bottom lip as Pearl learned how to hold herself, how to rest, in harmony with her new traits. The teeth felt most natural bared in a snarl. Their sharpness didn’t quite fit into her soft, human mouth. Pearl made it work.

The other differences weren’t as initially noticeable. At night, Pearl’s vision seemed sharper, and with the moon shining above her, she could see just as clearly as she could during the day. When running together, Tilly didn’t have to slow her stride to keep pace with Pearl, and leaping over a fallen trunk or puddle hardly became a feat at all.

Pearl’s favorite change of them all was her newfound ability to howl.

She’d always responded to Tilly’s call in kind, but Pearl’s vocal cords could only mimic so much. Now, between them, under a clear night sky filled with more stars than Pearl had ever seen, they created a choir, two voices pitched to sound like ten.

Pearl had howled to an empty, half-built tower the night Tilly lost her first life, before she’d found her way back to Pearl.

Perhaps it was her new wolfishness, perhaps they were the desires Pearl hadn’t allowed herself to feel, that made the pangs of loneliness worse.

She had Tilly! She’d always have Tilly, Pearl would make sure of it. Her beloved wolf was her true soulbound, the tail and the ears and the teeth said as much. Tilly protected her and Pearl defended her fiercely in kind. Pearl wouldn’t be alone ever again. It was fine. Pearl was fine.

In the quietest cracks of the day, between the time the moon set and dawn colored the sky, Pearl admitted to herself that she wasn’t fine.

The yearning ached in her chest, next to the invisible spool of thread that connected Pearl to a partner who never wanted her. She’d never be invited to the fireside circle, accepted into the band of safety and trust the other pairs had found in each other, in their alliances, however unsteady those tended to be in a place like this. At least there was ground to shake beneath their feet, purchase Pearl had never felt so high up in her tower.

Even with Tilly at her side, Pearl was a lone wolf, and she knew, like every abandoned dog did, how badly she longed for a pack.

—

An excerpt from a piece I’m never going to finish, but liked enough to toss onto Tumblr away. Reblogs do more than likes and all that

[roffitoucan]

IM BACK WITH THE LAST MEMBER REDESIGNN!!! TARURUUU!

hes another of my favs auguh

[sunset-sunbun]

erin theory time

this one is filling in background holes oooooooo The synopsis of my theory is that I believe his dad somehow forced him into being the elemental magus. His body was built for it, his channels were a bit open either naturally or due to his weak nature it just didn't have a preference (I'm not one hundred percent certain on the ladder though; I'm just basing an assumption- I think its more likely the former.) [AFTERTHOUGHT SUNSET HERE: he could naturally have his channels open and got major elemental corruption which explains being bedridden and also how he's no longer that fragil with the seals and everything now. still not one hundred percent confident but its better than previous.] we know he wasn't always like this due to tess's reaction on falst's comment on 1.15.6

he wasn't always the "great elemental magus" he was a kid before that, and since he had potential. I think someone wanted to push that a bit. ...Only problem is that he is fragile. bedridden fragile. so what do you do when your child is weak but still has potential? guilt them into continuing to push themself anyway because if they cant prove they're worthy they're a burden. they're full of potential. they can be someone incredible; they can help people but if they do not then what are they even fucking doing with their life am I right chat? i think his father pushed him into being the magus but didn't exactly tell him we was worthless...rather that he has potential. that he can be all these great things. and has the opportunity to be someone incredible; someone who's actually skilled and can help people if you just keep pushing. fueling his ego while also implying that if he doesn't do this then he is essentially worthless. its just. that last part is quiet and not really said out loud. ..but he knew. hes just a sick kid unless he pulls his act together and starts doing the magic then you're just a useless fucking bedridden boy. and now that Erin IS the elemental magus hes finally achieved what his goal was. he did it. he is the greatest according to his expectations. he is powerful, he can help people, he's fully capable and useful, he can do e v e r y t h i n g.

..that's what he was told. thats what he was expected to become. so he has too. because If he can't... ...

[jankwritten]

Jasico Bingo Challenge: Comfort Food

Jason has just managed to slump onto the bench at table one for lunch when, seemingly from thin air, a brownie materializes before him. 

He stares down at it. It is smooth along the top, ribboned with cracks like all the best brownies he’s ever had in his life. 

He imagines this is how Tantalus feels. To be so close to something he wants so bad, knowing that he won’t be able to reach it, not really. That he can try all he wants, but surely wherever the brownie appeared from, it will just as fast disappear if he reaches for it. 

Jason, unfortunately, has a lifetime’s worth of training in not reaching for it. 

Moving over so the temptation isn’t directly before him, Jason pulls forward his empty plate and, with a pitiful sigh, summons the lunch he’s eaten every day since he turned ten. 

The brownie follows him. 

Jason tries not to notice, because, frankly, admitting he’s being haunted by a pastry is a step too far, even for his standards. He does not notice when a brownie shows up on his nightstand after he’s had a hard time breathing in a normal pattern. (It’s not a panic attack.) He does not notice when a brownie appears beside the ambrosia one of the Apollo kids tried to give him. (He doesn’t need it, he’s fine.) He looks the other way when a brownie shows up on the napkin he’s handed for s’mores at the campfire. (He can’t eat the s’mores either.) 

He can handle it. He can handle the constant, demanding temptation. He will not succumb to it, gods dammit, he’s stronger than whatever fucked up test the fates are throwing at him. If this is one of his Herculean tasks, so be it. Jason will endure. 

Nico throws himself to the ground at Jason’s side. Peleus, around the other side of Thalia’s Pine, snorts. 

Jason simply shuts his book and directs his attention to the dramatic lump of Hades spawn at his hip. “Yes?” 

“You keep disappearing,” Nico mutters. “I’m exhausted.” 

Something warm and fluttery beats into Jason’s chest. “You were looking for me?” 

Nico lifts his head up just enough to give Jason a flat, dead look. Then, he flops back over. 

Jason tries not to be too pleased. Nico was looking for him, which means Nico was actively seeking him out, and by his lack of urgency, it doesn’t seem like it was for anything more than hanging out. They’re friends now, or to the point where Nico will admit they’re friends, but Jason is still getting used to Nico showing up around him to just…be around him. Sure, with the others it makes sense - Percy loves getting attention from his friends, and Piper and Leo demand his attention so they can all three silently sit together in a room doing their own thing. Nico is more distant, to put a name on it. He’s fiercely loyal and everything, Jason knows Nico’s always got his back, but he’s not really the kind of guy who likes to hang out. 

When he does, though, of his own volition? It feels pretty damn nice. 

Which is why Jason feels so awful when he looks down to his book on his plaid picnic blanket, and spots a fucking brownie, innocent and perfect on a pristine napkin. 

His stomach turns. He closes his eyes immediately and tilts his head up to breathe. 

Gods. Not a fucking second goes by that he’s not being tested. 

“What’s wrong?” 

Jason reopens his eyes to the foliage overhead - the pine needles are lush and thick, dappling the sunlight enough to create comfortable shade. He inhales, and exhales. “You ever get the feeling the gods are screwing with you, specifically, on purpose?” 

Nico scoffs. “Yes. All the time.” 

Jason peeks down at him and, though he does smile, it fades fast. He sighs, tilting his head all the way back to the tree trunk. 

The tone of hanging out shifts and Jason feels pathetic about it. Nico sits up. 

“What’s going on?” 

“It’s nothing.” 

“It is not nothing, you- tell me.” 

It really feels like nothing, compared to what Nico’s been put through. A stupid brownie sitting in his peripherals for the last three days has nothing on walking through Tartarus, getting kidnapped by Giants, and being held prisoner in a fucking jar. 

Nico puts a hand on his shoulder. Jason feels infinitely worse. 

“Whatever it is, you can trust me, Jason, seriously. I’m here for you.”

Burying himself alive sounds like a decent option. “You could just open up a crack in the ground, frankly,” Jason says. 

Nico, unfortunately, only looks more concerned. 

Jason supposes if there’s anyone to begrudgingly admit the brownie haunting to, it would be the boy who can summon ghosts. Who is unfortunately also the most likely to be offended that Jason sees this as a fucking trial. Gods dammit. 

“Jason-” 

“Brownies keep showing up everywhere I go!” Jason blurts out, before Nico can start any more well meaning, heart rending shit. Jason buries his face in his hands. “Which would be fine because I like brownies, but I can’t- it’s like they’re trying to trick me, like someone’s got a sick vendetta against me, or, like, the gods are trying to teach me to not give in to what I want!” 

Nico’s stretching silence is, frankly, not reassuring in the slightest. 

Jason hunches down further and waits for the retreat. For Nico to say something soft but cutting about how he has to handle real problems while Jason gets chased around by fucking dessert foods. 

This is it: the most humiliating moment in his life. 

“You…can’t eat brownies?” 

“No,” Jason says, muffled. “I’m allergic to fucking tree nuts.” 

More horrific silence. Here he is, Jason Grace, whining that his hardest trial in life is a fucking nut allergy. 

Nico’s hand moves from his arm. Jason’s stomach sinks to the pits of the Underworld. 

“I had no idea,” Nico says, under his breath. “Since when?” 

Jason lifts his head back up, though he refuses to open his eyes. His face is hot like a sunburn. “I think since I was a kid? I-I forgot, y’know, with the amnesia, but I would get these awful stomach aches after eating stuff, and I’d feel like I couldn’t breathe right and- I talked to Frank about it a few months ago and he told me I was probably allergic to something. Reyna confirmed it.” 

“Oh,” Nico says. 

Jason, hating himself deep in his lungs, looks at his friend. One of his best friends. Likely about to be ex-friend. 

Nico looks…constipated. 

“I know, it’s stupid,” Jason says in a rush. “I made it sound really serious and it wasn’t, it’s nothing like, you know, bad, it’s only annoying. I mean- it really sucks, y’know, this thing I love keeps appearing but I don’t know if I can trust it to not make me sick, and it’s like- like some god out there knows all that. It just sucks.” He’s such a loser, isn’t he. 

“Jason,” Nico says, again in that soft, almost pitying tone. “It’s- It’s not a god.” 

“What?” 

Nico swallows, and shuffles around on the blanket. He folds up his legs, and then tangles his hands together and looks down at them. 

If Jason didn’t know better, he’d say Nico almost looked…

“I’ve been the one sending you brownies. I know you like them, uhm, and I wanted to help you feel better. Cheer you up, I guess.” 

…guilty. 

Nico looks back up at him, through his eyelashes, then immediately back down. “I didn’t know you were allergic,” he says. “I-I’m really- I’m so sorry.” 

“You’re the brownie ghost?” 

This time, Nico looks up with fluttering eyelids, a confused wrinkle to his brow. 

Jason stares back at him as his stomach launches back up from underground, as his chest squeezes and his shoulders lift, “you’re the brownie ghost!” 

“I, uhm, sorry?” 

There was no god taunting him! No awful portent of an oncoming apocalypse! Just a misguided friend trying to do something nice, oh, gods, Jason could touch the clouds right now. 

Nico was being sweet! To him! 

“Are you mad at me?” Nico asks. 

Jason only barely refrains from bear hugging him. “No! Nico, gods, no, I-I thought- I mean, you heard what I thought, but- you were trying to cheer me up?” 

“I really didn’t know.” 

“No, I know you didn’t. I know you wouldn’t do that. Oh my gods, that is such a relief, you don’t even know. I was so freaked out-” Jason stops himself, catches the pinched up look on Nico’s face. “It was a really, really nice thing, with context. 

Nico doesn’t look totally convinced, but he drops his shoulders, relaxes his fingers. “I’m still sorry.” 

“Already forgiven.” Jason looks down at the brownie again, and laughs. “You’re incredible, you know that?” 

He doesn’t have to look to know Nico’s ears are red, to know he’s shaking his head to himself either in disbelief, or an attempt to shake off the compliment. But it’s true, no matter what Nico tells himself. He’s incredible. 

“Whatever,” Nico mutters. Then, after a moment, he slumps all the way back to the ground, and sprawls. 

Jason tosses the brownie to Peleus and dusts the crumbs off on Nico’s shirt. 

When Nico cracks an eye open to glare at him, Jason grins, with one last petty swipe of his hand. 

(Later that night, after the campfire, Jason settles into his cabin, still smiling about how silly he’d been. When he rolls onto his side, there is a brownie on his nightstand, lit by the yellow glow of the only lamp. 

Written on the napkin, in shaky, unpracticed handwriting, it says, “no nuts. I triple checked.” 

Jason has never eaten anything faster in his life.) 

[dandyshucks]

also here's a couple photos from the other day bc 1) REAL LIFE SHEEP (lii mwatoon 🐑) !!!!, and 2) this little goat kid fell asleep in my arms 😭😭💗💗💗 aen pchi shev.... aen pchi biibii.... kwaayesh pchi... katawashishin.... :') sniffles !!!

[batwynn]

Welp. Doctor doesn’t want to use any of the mast cell stabilizing meds because of mood side effects (?) and there’s no where to go for a skin prick tests or anything further because I live in a rural shithole so that’s that.

Allergic reactions to everything and overdosing on antihistamines forever it seems. Gonna get married to the Hat Man and his million spider babies.

[purplebass]

kellila & chilli!!

When I first read the prompt, I imagined a funnier story (which I have put in my inspo doc so I may write it in the future). But then I had the idea of researching chili on wiki and the rest is history lmao so this story turned out a little angsty but it has a good ending so I hope you like this! :)

Lila had seen the plant with the yellow and red fruits that looked like deflated strawberries and had decided to try one even though Kell had kept repeating that she shouldn’t eat something if she didn’t know what it was, and that it could be poisonous.

“What’s the worst that can happen? A stomachache?” she had laughed then, but after ingesting just one fruit, her mouth was on fire, she was short of breath, and she started to sweat even though the weather was not that warm.

She felt like crap, but she tried to pretend that she was fine, until her legs gave out and she saw black, and the last words she heard were as hasari.

“Saints, Lila,” were the first words she heard when she opened her eyes again to a grumpy Kell staring at her from above, one of his hands checking the side of her neck, realizing with shock that she was on the ground. “If I hadn’t been here –” he stopped himself from uttering the words out loud, and hugged her body to his, and she could feel his pounding heart.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered into his coat, and she really meant it.

[sluterastede]

if anyone got cursed it’s stede being cursed with the beauty of faggotry

[blushft]

Do you have any cats :0

i have this thing that follows me around sometimes and sits on my lap after work sometimes

friend took this cool image of him while on call the other night. cat if he was pixels.

[bishopony]

I’m also really mad cause I think it was the vegan Mac and cheese that did me in. I ate it bc it was supposed to NOT give me a stomach ache and indigestion like what 😭😭

[simplyghosting]

Okay, to make the post regarding this post:

Had a fatigue episode (not uncommon for me) and fell asleep, waking up at around 2pm with a bad headache (headaches are also not uncommon for me, so I dismissed it).

Get up to find out brother is in bed with a headache.

Dad is also in bed with a headache (odd.)

Mom gets home from work at around 3pm and half an hour later says she has a headache (starting to think something is wrong).

Sister comes over to visit and also starts getting a headache after a bit (oh def something is up).

Me: I think there is something in the air. I don’t know if it’s carbon monoxide (only thing I can think of that causes headaches, despite us not having gas appliances) or what, but this isn’t normal.

Mom: No, I think your brother and I are getting sick.

Me: Even if you were, you guys, dad, and I getting headaches all at the same time isn’t normal. Something is wrong.

Mom, turning to sister: Your brother and I are probably all getting sick. I hope it passes soon.

Sister: Oh, I should leave then. I don’t want to catch it.

Me: This isn’t normal. Listen to me! There aren’t any new candles or scents in the house, but this is still happening. Maybe something is wrong with the air system because people getting headaches at the same time or as soon as they walk in. Isn’t. Normal!

Mom: That’s ridiculous. You’re being dramatic. Anyway hopefully I won’t have to call out of work.

Me: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Anyway no one got sick and seemed perfectly find the next day (which did not surprise me at all). But the headache thing still happens occasionally.