#dizziness cw

[eventhorizoninwriting]

Monumental Discoveries

Word Count: 1016

Tags: Charon/reader, Fallout 3

Warnings: Vertigo, heights, dizziness, near fall.

@whumperless-whump-event Prompt 3: Like A Record, Baby!

*Late to the party again, but I"m catching up!

Your ears began to pressurize as the elevator continued to climb. Facing the doors, the satellite dish held neatly in front of you, you didn’t bear witness to the ever-shrinking wasteland through the crumbling walls of the Washington Monument. It was a wonder the elevator was still in the shaft in one piece, nevermind fully functional, working, and clean. 

“They really did a decent job on this, huh?”

Charon glanced at you from the corner of his eye, nodding once without offering any comment. That had been his way, as long as you’d known him. You met him in Underworld just a month ago, just a building away from here by some kind of irony, where he’d been an enslaved guard at the Ninth Circle bar. The only way to free him from that abusive predicament had been to take on his contract yourself–but even after you handed him the paperwork, he’d silently stayed by your side, and woe be him if anything hurt you. 

Yet, he hardly ever spoke. You could count on both hands the number of sentences he’d uttered since you’d met. Hell, you could probably count on one. His first to you, telling you to take anything up with Azhrukal, his owner. Then the one where he acknowledged that you’d taken over his contract, and politely informed you that he needed to take care of one thing before leaving; then proceeded to blow Azhrukal’s head off with his combat shotgun. The only explanation for that was another single sentence to inform you that Azhrukal was an evil bastard. Since then, he’d proven to be a man of very, very few words–and so it was here, too. You knew he had no reason to like the Brotherhood of Steel, who flashed him nasty looks and threw insults–and who had been rumored to hunt ghouls for sport. But you’d always thrown insults back in his defense, knowing he wouldn’t say anything for himself to them…and besides, the elevator really was impressive in this day and age. 

It dinged, and the doors slid open. Charon followed you out, footsteps padding softly behind you like a large cat. It was a wonder he was so quiet with how tall he was. 

“Let’s see,” you murmured to yourself, looking over the relay console. “Looks like the wires go in here, and go up there…then hook in there, there, and right in the back.” 

“Hmm.” Charon leaned against a wall, watching you work. 

“If I deconstruct this, then attach this…shit, this would be easier with a solder gun,” you muttered, pulling the old wires out of the old, shot up dish, and twisting them into place on the new one. “But here we are. Aaaand…there.” 

Charon raised his eyebrow muscles when you stood, dragging the new dish over to the hole in the wall. Carefully climbing over the huge pieces of wiring that looped up onto the floor from the outside like great snakes, you balanced precariously, carefully hanging the new dish where the old one had been. When you slowly took your hands away, it stayed in place perfectly, as if it was always meant to be there. 

“Perfect!” 

That was when it clicked where you were. 

Looking down to your right, you saw the tiny wasteland before you. All the trenches and debris looked as small as post-meal crumb patterns on a table. Super mutants that towered over you, and even Charon, crawled about through it like miniature ants. Suddenly, you became very aware that it was a very, very long way down between you and the ground. Staring at the dirt down below, you also came to the realization of what exactly you’d risked by getting into a restored elevator in a half-crumbled many-stories-tall monument.

“Is the room spinning, or is it just me?” you said, half to yourself. Were you getting tunnel vision, or was the ground actually starting to get a little closer?

A strong arm slammed around your waist just as you began to fall over the edge of the wall. Charon carried you back to the relative safety of the solid concrete floor, slung over his arm like a temporarily unused jacket. He set you on your feet again, but the dizziness caught up, and you immediately stumbled into the wall. Bile crawled up your throat as your brain went fuzzy, and the world seemed to spin around you, even with your eyes shut.

“What is wrong with you?” he growled, eyes flitting over you. “You could have died.” 

All you could do was stare at him in shock. He’d just spoken to you for the first time in weeks–

“If you get dizzy at heights, it’s irresponsible to then do maintenance work at heights.”

“Hey,” you interrupted. Not that you wanted to–who knew if or when he’d speak again if you did. “I didn’t know. It’s not like I have a lot of climbing opportunities involving that kind of height.” 

He simply blinked his foggy eyes at you. “Doesn’t Rivet City have heights?”

“Well, yeah. But those are different. None of them are up as high as this.” 

“I see.” You couldn’t explain it, but something in his expression told you that he was filing this information away for later. “Can you walk now?”

“Maybe.” 

Pushing off the dirty floor, you tried to stand, but your brain decided that this was the optimal time to remind you of the scope of your current height despite not seeing the ground. Just the thought of the elevator, and how far of a drop it would be if those old cables snapped, was enough to give you jelly legs. You sank back down to the floor. “I guess not. At least not until I can stop thinking about heights.” 

In saying this, you’d been prepared to spend the night up here on the roof of the Washington Monument, listening to the newly-restored Galaxy News Radio and sleeping on the mattresses that lay over in the corner next to an emergency lamp. You were not expecting what happened next, when Charon simply scooped you up bridal-style, and began walking towards the elevator as if you weighed nothing. 

“Let’s go, then. Won’t get better by sitting up here.” 

[fletcherwilbury]

@comfortember Day 18: Cuddles

Warning for Illness, pain, vomiting, falling, bruising, dizziness

[kreachvera]

first batch of my personal interpretations/redesigns for various gg characters.. BWAAAA

[sucrecube9]

Small collection of various GG doodles I've done over the past while

[blaiddfailcam]

Hunter's Nightmare

[cookinguptales]

So… last week I made a vent post about an accessibility issue I’d had with some podcasters. I really only meant for the post to be read by my followers (who to my knowledge aren’t familiar with the podcast in question) which is why I put minimal tags on it and didn’t name the show.

But… the post got legs that I wasn’t expecting, and eventually a lot of people asked for the name of the show. I hadn’t intended on creating a whole big thing, so I was kind of reluctant, but I did see the logic in what they were saying — as a disabled woman myself, I would also want to know if I were supporting podcasters whose values did not align with mine. So I told people quietly in the notes that the show had been Old Gods of Appalachia.

Things… did not stay quiet.

Frankly speaking, one of the reasons why I don’t write as many posts about disability and ableism these days is because I got tired of people writing to me and telling me that people like me should be dead. So you can imagine what kind of fucking week I’ve been having since all that blew up. It’s been a very high symptom week, too, so I’m just. Very tired and stressed rn.

Personally, I’d be happy to never talk about it again and try to get back to my everyday life, but I did think it was important to note that the creators of OGOA must have gotten wind of the post, and they did contact me.

I won’t post the whole email here, but it was a good response. Since seeing my post, they’d tried getting in contact with the venue and realized very quickly why I’d been so frustrated. They ended up needing to go through their booking agent to get any kind of answers — so like, to the people who sent me a thousand messages telling me I was an entitled idiot who just needed to contact the venue, please know that none of you were remotely helpful.

Again, I’m not going to post the entire email, but I did think it was important to be fair and use the same platform that I used to vent to tell people that they seem committed to doing better in the future. They told me that they would be making sure that they have all this information going forward and that they would no longer allow it to be such a barrier to entry for disabled fans.

They invited me back to the show and… god, I’ll admit it. I really had to think about my answer. Not to sound ungrateful, but after the week I’ve had, even thinking about the podcast, the podcasters, and that damn live show has me stressed af. I had to really consider whether I even wanted to go.

But in the months since I first contacted them, they added a show that’s a lot closer to where I live, so rather than a weekend trip, I could just take a single bus. And it’s near one of my favorite Japanese restaurants in the city, so if all else fails, I can at least have some good katsudon. So I will be going to the Philadelphia show.

(Though for fellow disabled fans, Terakawa Ramen is not wheelchair accessible. 🙃 Most days I can do the two steps into the restaurant, but not always. Philly, I love and loathe you.)

Anyway, I wanted to reply to them before I made a post here, but… yeah. We’ve worked things out, I think. Only the future can tell what they'll do going forward but they do seem committed to doing better.

To me, there are always two goals when I write about disability and ableism. The first is that disabled people will feel seen. That is always, always my primary goal. It’s so easy for us to feel invisible and unimportant, and I always want to make you all feel seen, just like I want to feel seen. The second is that able-bodied folks will listen and learn and do their best to support their disabled peers in the future.

So… I think that my post managed to fulfill both of those goals. A lot of disabled people have reblogged that post and have talked about their own experiences, and a lot of them have explicitly said how much that post makes them feel seen. And the podcasters in question seem to have really reflected on their actions and seem to want to do better going forward.

So as incredibly fucking stressed out as I’ve been, I guess I can’t regret making the post. It’s always good to know that your words can have impact. The post has long since moved out of my friends circle so I assume it’ll just keep circulating and I’ll keep getting shitty anons and chat messages, but I’m just gonna focus on what good has come from it. I’m hopeful that my post will make life tangibly better for at least a few disabled people, and I’m encouraged by the fact that podcasters who I’d formerly liked do actually seem to want to do the work needed to improve.

And uh I’m not answering any more messages from people who just wanna swear at me. I’m tired. Leave me alone.

[wildbasil]

group therapy (they make each other worse)

[fivedayslater]

Switched to the manga after I caught up with the anime and I'm just adding this to my collection of manga panels that understand the medium and go super hard

[snzluv3r]

hopping on to say oh my god spring has SPRUNG and allergies are…very bothersome to say the least. i cannot stop sneezing and stifling just tickles my entire nose out into my face and ears until i can’t stifle anymore, so being in public has been…fun 😅 i’ve noticed that there are certain trees here and there along the sidewalk that basically set me off just by walking past them because of how heavily perfumed the blossoms on them are and the way the scent burns in my already flaring, irritated nostrils

i’ve started to hold my breath when i walk past the ones that look extra flowery but a lot of the time i’m so focused on holding back a sneezing fit until i’m alone that i only notice the tree after the scent has already hit my nose, or i forget that i was supposed to be paying attention in the first place. it happened the other day and i was barely able to stifle the first few sneezes before i had to pull back the collar of my shirt and sneeze down into it towards my chest until i could stop—i literally just sat down on the curb and sneezed my head off, all over myself. it was humiliating but extremely satisfying to let them out and sneeze as desperately and harshly as i needed to—as i’d needed to all day. thank god it was a quiet, random side street, so i can tell myself that nobody saw me to spare some of the embarrassment

allergy season is hitting me so damn hard

[prismaticstarshch]

hey has anyone else ever found this before /genq

ran into it for the first time earlier and I got super confused

[rosethorn-zz]

deep web

[fletcherwilbury]

@sicktember Day 4: Hiding an Illness

Warning for Illness, medication, self-sacrifice, past injury, dizziness, and lightheadedness.

[kreachvera]

KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU

[serialgirlposter]

BLOODSTAINED LINEAGE

[perelka-l]

Cleaned up a previous sketch. Have a nice meal~

[that-one-raccoon]

Because I’m finally lucid enough to type this out, never again shall I be donating blood

I simply do not have enough to go around.

they took a little less than a pint yesterday and I was in hell for the rest of the day, my bp tanked, nearly threw up, got so dizzy when walking, felt really cold even though my temp was fine, got really fucking pale and my fingers turned blue, and then passed out once i got home and didnt wake up till this morning cuz i needed to get to class

yeah never again.