#darn allergies

[joyousjoyfuljoyness]

You have an amazing blog

Do you have cats as a pet ?

Thank you!! You know what's super ironic?

I'm very allergic to cats, like I'll react if I'm in a long car ride with someone with a lot of cat hair on their clothes.

But I really really love them... Just from afar!

[volturiprincess]

I got to meet the cutest little creature yesterday...

At that moment I didn't care if my throat was closing in and I felt like I was suffocating, or anything, this little fur ball was my main focus. His name is "Mitchi" or "Mitchy" (not sure how to spell his name but hes also 11 weeks), he's not mine (but my Aunt's) and I almost kidnap him, I was about to leave and I grabbed him but I think he sense I was about to take him away (😂) so he was like "Unhand me women, I know your intentions". I literally didn't care about the consequences I would face with my allergies later (which I'm still kind off recovering currently 😐), he was just so full of energy.

[zondel]

Oh I love spring *sneezes myself to death*

[mishy-mashy]

Theory: All For One gave Tomura the Decay Quirk

I was thinking this for a while. Midoriya learned that Tenko was originally Quirkless, already being five, so there was no way for him to have the Decay Quirk; All For One gave it to him

Isn't it awfully convenient that right as Midoriya wonders "Who is this guy?", that All For One showed up?

All For One knew Tenko was a blank slate without a Quirk (yet, or at all).

Going back to ch. 235, we see that after Tenko was playing heroes with other kids, he got walked home by a man in a suit

Suit, shadowed face, hat, tall, and Tenko still has black hair? This matches this memory, and we can see there's a lot of shading in the palms

All For One walked home Tenko. He could've given him a Quirk during that time. Right after he brought him home, Kotaro got mad that Tenko was playing and talking about heroes. Already, while Kotaro is upset at him, we see Tenko scratching. According to Nao, his allergies got worse, and if he was just given a Quirk, his allergies could've been fueled by the new Quirk as his body adjusts

Even if it's just a mutation, we do know that his itchiness was related to Decay, since the itching went away after he destroyed what he didn't like (his Quirk revolves around de-constructing and destroying, so natural leanings toward those urges, etc)

Yes, Tenko's Decay may very well just be a mutation like Eri, but I just want to bring one more thing to attention about the theory (All For One gave Decay when walking Tenko home):

When Tomura used Decay and was fighting Re-Destro, back when he only had Decay, Machia was in shock, because it reminds him of All For One long ago. Not only his figure as a ruler that Machia remembers, but All For One could've done the same thing as Tomura (Decay), long ago

[skyward-floored]

Finally have a chance to chill... I think I overdid it oops

[tj-crochets]

Hey y’all! I had a, uh, moderate-to-severe allergic reaction* yesterday. I ended up having to take a few benadryl and slept like twelve hours because the migraine was intense, and now I am mostly better but my brain is Not Making Decisions (well. I am still functioning enough for work but that’s different braining). What plushies should I sew next? Should I make the mammoth his baby tusks, or should I start sewing doll clothes for the 14.5″ doll (aka the AG WellieWishers line) that should be arriving in the mail today? Or should I make something else entirely? I guess I could try to design a new plushie pattern, but last time I tried to design something post-allergic-reaction I ended up with The Hamster Pattern Where I Forgot Hamsters Had Limbs Or Ears lol

*I have no idea what the scale is for people without weird mast cell issues but it wasn’t anaphylaxis? probably**? **sometimes when I tell doctors my allergic reactions affect blood pressure they are like “that only happens with anaphylaxis” but I am pretty sure that’s not necessarily true. That said, if you don’t have a history of Weird Allergies maybe go to a doctor if your allergic reactions start affecting your cardiovascular system. I am both not a doctor and an outlier who should not have been counted lol

[naomiknight-17]

I was sitting here wondering what's wrong with me cuz I've been having trouble the last week or two getting a full, satisfying breath. On and off.

Not that I can't, but that it takes conscious effort

Am I just thinking about breathing too much? Do I have a lung infection? Is it covid????

And it just fucking occurred to me. The rabbit

The rabbit that I am allergic to. That I just held for 20 minutes and hand-fed critical care herbivore formula which is largely Timothy hay which I am ALSO allergic to

My respiratory system is irritated and likely inflamed because my allergies are flaring up

I am so dumb

[a-kinda-nerdy-girl]

My allergies have me blowing my nose like i have a cold, and I am currently not sick whatsoever

[jamba-employee]

NONE OF MY COWORKERS UNDERSTAND HOW THE COLOR CODING OF THE BLENDERS WORKS

[rowdyluv]

quinn in 2017, luke in 2021 at their world junior summer showcases.

baby brother and big brother making the same exact face. almost identical moves on the ice.

I- one second, my allergies are messing up again darn eyes are watering again.

[hotvintagepoll]

Alice Pearce (On the Town)— She is timid she is bold she is thirsty she is awkward she is me she is you she is everything. She is Alice Pearce and she was playing Lucy Schmeeler onstage in the Broadway hit ON THE TOWN, and Gene Kelly saw it and immediately knew two things: (1) he wanted to do a movie version and (B) only if Alice Pearce reprised her original role. And both things happened, hallelujah, so now we can enjoy forever her making an allergy-ridden mess of a blind date with Gene Kelly in the most relatable way possible, and if it doesn't scream SCRUNGLE in fifty-foot neon-lit all caps with a brass band fanfare and a side of fireworks, then I'm the New York subway system. *sneezes and laughs maniacally, somehow breaking a table in the process*

Frank Gorshin (Bells Are Ringing, That Darn Cat)—you ever get the intrusive thought “what if james cagney was a shrimp?” well when I do I start thinking about Frank Gorshin. as the hippie in bells are ringing and the bad guy in that darn cat he brings the itchy shrimp energy hard.

This is round 1 of the contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you're confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here.

[additional submitted propaganda + scrungly videos under the cut]

Alice Pearce:

Frank Gorshin:

[jolly-nature-mint]

Hating someone because of them actually being unable to be around a certain pokemon is just cruel. Some people have allergies, darn it

[brekkie-e]

Listen, I get that a lot of people's dislike of white-haired Lavellan's comes from over exposure, which is valid and happens to the best of us. But most of the time, when I see posts about folks not liking them, the frustration centers around them being this unearthly ethereal white-haired barbie doll. And I'm sure that is also common.

But as someone who loves my dinky white haired Lavellan, and also feels like she's one of my most human characters, I want to ramble about all the ways she is not just a beautiful barbie doll power fantasy. Because my nerd is pretty. She IS. But she also has the puffiest under eyes you ever saw. Depending on the day, there may be dark circles. There isn't a cream on the market that can make this lady look properly rested. When you combine that with the near constant sunburn on her nose turning it red, she has the air of someone that is in a permanent state of allergy season.

Going from the top down, she also has a tooth gap. And while we are here, they are pretty darn crooked. Thedas doesn't have orthodontists. I wouldn't say she has horrible teeth. But she has perfectly human imperfect teeth that make for a memorable smile for all the wrong (right) reasons.

Her left ear is missing a big chunk out of it from being hit by an arrow. It gives her the same lightly ragged look of a stray cat.

She has moles. The one on her chin grows a long and shockingly white hair out of it. She pulls it out. If it's because she's insecure about it or because picking at it is a nervous tick, she doesn't even know at this point because she's done it for so many years.

The hair on her arms is very fine and white. It is also very, very fuzzy. The kind of peach fuzz that catches the light and makes itself known. It didn't bother her when she lived with her clan because she has a lot of siblings, and they all have it. But someone casually remarks on it during her time with the Inquisition, maybe in jest saying her arms look more like a dwarf's than an elf's. Suddenly, she wears sleeves a lot more often.

I am pretty attached to the bean pole frame Lavellan gets in Inquisition because it's hard to headcanon out for me when it's constantly there on screen. That being said, her legs have some hefty cellulite going on in the back of those thighs. Her flat little ass is dimpled. There are stretch marks on the insides of her thighs, and on her butt. She thinks that's unfair given her complete and utter lack of curves. Knees? Knobby. Her shins always have bruises on them from bumping into something or another.

Various other things I think about and am fond of for her. Her sword hand is calloused. It's often dry and cracked, with hang nails like a construction worker. She tries to take care of it, but how do you out self-care the kind of wear and tear constant travel and fighting does to a person.

Her eyebrows are so pale and thin that it doesn't even look like she has them half the time. Her scalp can get sunburns where her hair parts. She gets a pimple in the same spot like clockwork every time her period comes around. She has one toe that's just inexplicably uglier than the rest.

And she's still pretty. She's still little miss doomed by the narrative.

Secretly, I didn't really have a point to this post beyond wanting to talk about my character's endearing imperfections. But I'll try to wrap this up with something coherent. You can use the stereotypical "pretty" color palette and still create a deeply human character. You can also use a unique color palette and still end up with a design or attitude that gives off "this character's sweat smells like roses and peonys."

I'm not saying that white-haired Lavellan's don't come with the baggage of over-exposure or the weight of heavy handed white savior energy. I'm not saying they can't be done badly. I am just sad thinking there are other folks out there that see all the "stereotypical Lavellan" posts, and also feel a knee-jerk impulse to redesign a beloved oc to be more like-able. At the end of the day, oc's are for their creator. Nobody is going to like your oc more than you. So make one that speaks to you.

And hey. Maybe you are guilty of making your oc's perfect pretty Barbie dolls. Nothing wrong with a pretty lady (or man but that's not really the point of the post.) But speaking for myself, I fall a little in love with every oc someone gives a perfectly normal "defect" to. So next time you find yourself making a hot girl... mix it up a bit and consider giving her toe hair. You might be surprised by how much that detail sticks with you.

[takenbypeter]

omggggggg i have AMAZING wonka fic ideaaaaaa!

What if wonka and reader have been working together a lot lately (platonic relationship) and Willy has noticed that y/n is scratching her arms a lot but he can't see anything bc of her sleeves and so one day he catches her like, wrapping her arms or smth bc shes allergic to the soap they use to wash the stuff and she keeps scratching themmm! so then he like, helps her wrap them and then later when they wash stuff if he sees her scratching her arms he just takes her hand XDD (platonic relationship plsss) THANK YOU!

Prickling Irritation

Willy Wonka x reader (platonic)

Words: 636

You couldn’t take it anymore. This dusty old bedroom, the dripping wet laundry every day, the soap that irritated your skin. You couldn’t do it!

But you had to, all because you forgot to read the fine print. That’s how you ended up here at Scrubbit’s, darn that fine print!

It’s only been about a month since you’ve been stuck here, and already you weren’t the newest member of the crew. The latest member who joined was a chocolatier who went by the name of Willy Wonka.

He was unlike any who joined before, he was ambitious and bold in his speech, at first it was amusing, but as he continued, he was quite motivating.

However, you would prefer not to do anything that got you into further trouble so here you worked at Scrubbit’s giving up on a way out.

Although it sucked, the work wasn’t the worst of it, no, the worst of it was the fact that you of course had to be allergic to the laundry soap used for the sheets.

Before here, you weren’t even aware of such an allergy yet ever since being stuck here you noticed how itchy your arms would get and of course with itchiness came redness.

“Ugh,” you groaned as you rubbed your forearms not wanting to itch them any longer. After a whole day of washing clothes they were prickling with every touch. Giving them a final itch, you slap them before grabbing a cloth.

Holding one your forearm up against the small desk you place the cloth underneath and holding one side with your mouth you try to wrap it around and tie it, without much success.

“Uh!” You grunt in annoyance at your lack of accomplishment. That’s when Willy happened to walk by your doorway.

“Hey what’s going on here?” He asked first taking note of your position before spotting your arms which were practically red from scratching.

You shake your head immediately pulling the sleeves from your shirt down, “oh nothing, I’m just allergic to the soap we use but it’s no biggie, I’ll manage,” you let out with a smile.

Apparently that wasn’t a good enough explanation for the boy because he took it upon himself to enter your room and hold a hand towards you, “let me,” he instructs and at that point you figure, why not? So you hand over the cloth.

“Here,” he stands opposite you and pulls your hand towards him before placing the cloth underneath it. Carefully he wraps it around, not too tight, before securing it correctly.

Without a word he holds out his own hand and you hand him the other cloth as he repeats the process.

“There, all done.”

You glance at both of your arms before turning back to him, “thank you.”

He grins with a single nod, “anything for a fellow hostage of Scrubbit’s.”

You share a small laugh and bid your goodnights, your arms itchiness letting up a tiny bit as you hoped the next day would be better than the last.

But much like the last it was similar as you woke up just as you do every day since being in this hell driven place.

Waking up, you get ready and clock in for work. After a few hours of washing laundry and the soap drying against your skin you begin to feel it again. You reach up scratching just a little, trying to relieve the itch.

You hadn’t even realized you’ve done it, until you felt Willy reach out to stop you, and you do, shooting him a thankful smile as you try to return to your work.

This whole situation was not the most ideal, but it’s the situation you were in. You were just glad you had a good friend like Willy there with you.

[acornered]

Hey Tumblr, my snake did the coolest thing EVER this morning and I need to yell about it!

**CW for (accidental!!) inhumane pest control, nothing too graphic**

Mice have been finding their way into our apartment for the first time in years and although we got two with the peanut butter bucket (a humane catch and release trap), I was still very stressed last night, and equally dismayed to spot a scurrying little critter darting under my bed when I woke up this morning. Normally I am fine sharing my space with Creatures-- I am always delighted to host the occasional spider or wasp in the summer time-- but mice are an entirely different story. They piss everywhere. They chew everything. They set off my allergies and they smell terrible and they breed like crazy. You get the picture.

Now, one of my ball pythons-- Dandelion-- had been having some free roaming time in my room since yesterday evening, however if you know anything about ball pythons, you'll know they are notoriously indifferent predators, and my poor sweet son is no exception. Despite the mouse crossing his path multiple times, his only concern seemed to be relocating to the stuffed animal pile as soon as I disturbed the laundry he was sleeping in trying to catch the darn thing. Not even a tongue flick in the general direction. Granted, all his meals are delivered pre-killed, and he has been on a strictly rat diet the entire time I've had him, but still, I admit I'm a little disappointed at his lack of initiative in contributing to our household.

HOWEVER, I have five other potential legless mousers, one of which-- Chrysanthemum-- is a younger, more food motivated male, who hasn't been fed in about 3 weeks (longer than usual but not dangerous by any means for a healthy BP). Chrysanthemum also gets his meals delivered pre-killed, so I had no reason to believe he'd actually be a successful killer, just that his willingness to pursue and strike at the mouse might be the sort of "rent-lowering gunshots" that the critter would need to get the message that my room is Not the place to be.

Well. When I tell you that as soon as I put him in the general area I last saw the vermin scurry he was LOCKED IN to that scent. When I tell you that I cautiously kept an eye on him, hoping to be led to an entry point that I could either block or bait with a humane trap, only to watch in disbelief as he stilled, pulled back his little head, and ACTUALLY FUCKING STRUCK SOMETHING. When I tell you that it took that crazy motherfucker less than 10 minutes from the moment he touched the floor of my apartment to track down and kill that unlucky michael moses.

THAT IS A SNAKE THAT IS PAYING HIS RENT!! I HOLLERED SO LOUD!! I THAWED THE FATTEST JUICIEST RAT FOR HIM TO ENJOY AFTER I REMOVED THE UNALIVE'D MOUSE FROM HIS GRASP!! MY SKIN IS CLEARED AND MY STUFFED ANIMALS ARE SAVED FROM THE PISS DEMON!! HOORAY!!

And of course, as soon as he smelled a rat, Dandelion poked his sleepy head out from under a pile of stuffed dragons, suddenly so eager to give me the time of day. I love my legless cats. So. Much. I will not be doing that again knowing he can actually make a successful kill, but damn. What a rush.