#emetaphobia

[rrat-king]

ok this is. a little gross but i have a theory that in most friend groups that there is usually someone who is emetaphobic/cannot stand throw up and their good friend: a known vomiter. in the bad kids i know in my heart of hearts that adaine is deeply deeply anxious about vomit and that riz. is canonically a known vomiter

[angel-lovr]

dear emetophobes: (or ppl who are sick on their periods):

mints

ginger / ginger ale

the smell of rubbing alcohol (if u dont have that, u can smell it thru hand sanitizers and some perfumes)

stretching your stomach muscles?? (idk if this is universal but it helps me)

all those prevent nausea. most efficiently is the rubbing alcohol. ur welcome :)

[old-eldritchposts]

now to ponder the question... "was I throwing up because of the alcohol?" (unlikely as it has been fucking 7 hours and im not hungover) "or was it that fucked up tasting stir fry i had with the new sauce?"

[feral-cockroach]

PLEASEEEE TELL ME THE THUNDER SPEARS WERE SUCCESSFUL IM GONNA YHROW UP

[unripe-lemon]

lil graphic warning for any emetaphobes

that feeling when you have a rlly bad stuck burp and ur panicking a LOT about it but you cant hyperventilate bc that might actually make you throw up AND THEN THE feeling of RELIEF when you FINALLY BURP AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[nerdlytreasure]

Small emetaphobia moment in the first episode of the time quangle. At minute 33. It’s just a couple of noises and passes pretty quickly.

[clawsextended]

couldn’t sleep until 330 am. have a panic attack @ 330 am. barf my guts up. finally fall asleep at 4. wake up at 7. wake up again @ 8. wake up finally @ 9 and decide to be Awake. i am a Living Zombie this fine day.

[shamelessshepherd]

Gooooddddd I’m so tired and exhausted

[unripe-lemon]

oh man

Found this on Twitter, so I thought, why not posting it here and doing a tag game 😊

Ok, I’ll go first

If he is the reason, I’d go to prison gladly 🥰❤️‍🔥

Tagging: @killerqueen-ofwillowgreen @nic-214 @milkyway-ashes @dr-radiation @whitequeen-ofwillowgreen @sunsetdaydreamer @therockywhorerpictureshow @delicatelyfantasticninja and everyone 😊

Sorry if I forgot to tag some of you!

[yandereshingeki]

work was. interesting today

[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

I'm ill again because I have the immune system of a sickly victorian child. Therefore I must project onto the harry potter next gen kids

What i think (some) of the next gen kids are like when they're sick:

Scorpius: I've already done a whole post on this but I have no idea how to link posts despite being on this site for years. the short version is, he was a sick child and constantly in and out of hospital so now he cannot gauge when he's actually really sick and needs to just rest, so albus has to forcibly keep him in the dorm or hospital wing otherwise he will still try and go to class even if actively dying

Albus: he's lowkey so dramatic. if he has a small cold you WILL be hearing about it, BUT he's super subtle. he will casually tie it into conversation to make you feel sorry for him and just keep bringing it up until youre like aw no, im so sorry man. he doesnt try with rose anymore, because she will just mock him, she knows what hes doing. he's most obvious about it to Scorpius, he'll start pouting and be like I feel sick 🥺🥺 and Scorpius is immediately like oh poor baby 🥺🥺/gen and does in fact baby him until he feels better

Rose: does not get sick and its infuriating. when there's some kind of bug going around the school, you can guarantee this girl will not get it. she thinks everyone is just being dramatic and trying to get out of class. don't come to her for sympathy unless you actually look like you're on deaths door. the most sympathy surprisingly goes to Scorpius because she has seen this idiot try to attend class whilst not being able to function properly and be escorted out

Hugo: he doesnt get sick often, like a slightly below average getting sick, but my version of hugo is so unbothered by everything, he would end up in hospital or whatever but wont tell anyone, not on purpose, he just never goes out of his way to mention anything until it specifically comes up in conversation. Hes the random kid that pops up, says he has a relevant anecdote, tells you the wildest story youve ever heard so casually, youre left like???? what the fuck?? and how has that never come up before????, then he just dissapears again

James: gets so mopey, he gets so restless and hates having to sit and wait to get better. he'll enjoy not having to go to class for like one day but when you tell him he can't go anywhere or play quidditch or anything he's immediately over it like, 😟😟 wdym??? wdym I have to just lie here until I'm better??? lemme out!!!! LEMME OUT!!!!

Lily: lowkey whiny. she's not usually super whiny but she acts like a little kid when she's sick and will constantly frown and pout and cross her arms and kick her legs. collateral of being the youngest sibling lmao. she wants people to do everything for her and will shout for people to come get the TV remote or something that's only like 2 feet away from her and just shake her arm at it until you pass it. Ginny and Harry do it for her, her brothers do not lmao

Victorie: doesn't usually get sick-sick often, but I headcanon her as being a general athlete, she likes to do triathlons in her spare time, and if she gets injured she literally has to not be able to walk before she stops. she will just keep going. have you seen female footballers? the way they will be wacked in the head and start bleeding everywhere but then be like meh I can keep going. so her.

Louis: cannot stand the wanting to throw up kind of sick. he can deal with anything else, he has a pretty good immune system, he can pretty much carry on with normal stuff, and you won't even realise he's sick, but the second he feels stomach sickness, he is pale as a ghost and out for business. lowkey has emetaphobia, he will just sit so still until he doesn't feel like that anymore trying to make it go away by just 🧍🏻‍♂️if I don't move it won't know I'm here, yk lmao. hates throwing up so fucking bad

Roxanne: takes the sickness as some kind of personal test. is dramatic in the sense that she will go full warrior mode and be like 😈 i will survive 😈 I will not be beaten by these pitiful germs 😈 and will absolutely just rock her way through it, she talks like she's on some kind of quest, and that this is some kind of evaluation of her perseverance

Fred: just lies there. will not move until he's better. doesn't get really dramatic or complain but god forbid you try and make him do something, he'll start going off about how normalised it is for people to push themselves when sick because society wants people to work themselves to death, and doesn't actually care about anyone's health, and everyone just gets so sick of hearing him, they leave him alone

Karl Jenkins: will purposefully cough on people to get them sick too "as a joke"

[evie-sturns]

but like yk when u give a blowjob.. IM NOT LETTING THAT MAN PUSH MY HEAD DOWN AND IM NOT GAGGING ON IT. emetaphobia 💖💖💖💖💖💖

-🧎🏻‍♀️

i’m scared to throw up on it how embarrassing would that be

[angel-lovr]

i hate thiss

[averysturniolo]

There needs to be a trigger warning in Netflix shows for emetaphobia/emetophobia

Like ppl w emetaphobia/emetophobia need more warnings

Also hate these words: puke vomit gag blow chunks

Like.just.say.sick...

[joesheistyy]

Drunkie

TW: swearing, drinking, and emetaphobia warning!!!

hella angst and stuffs

It was game day in Cincinnati, and you were so excited to go with your best friend and her boyfriend.

Your friend Charlotte was in town with her boyfriend Matthew and you all had plans to go to the big game. They were staying in an AirBnB, so the plan was to meet at the stadium, which worked out well to keep your pre game day traditions going.

Joe was getting ready for the game in the bathroom while you sat out at the vanity in your shared bedroom. You had low music playing so you did not disturb Joe. Your outfit consisted of a pair of black ripped jeans, Joe's white jersey with a hoodie under it, and a black and orange beanie. Your favorite jersey was the white one, so any opportunity to wear it was taken.

"You almost ready babe?" Joe questioned as he came out of the bathroom. You were finishing up curling your hair.

"Almost, I have like three more strands to curl. I can meet you downstairs if you want," you replied, not removing your eyes from the mirror. Joe nodded and left the room, heading downstairs to put on his shoes and gather his things for his bag.

Joe was dressed in a very well tailored suit, Bose earbuds ready to go for his walk into the stadium. Something about Joe in a suit set your insides on fire.

You made your way downstairs after making sure your curling wand was unplugged at least six times. Joe was usually pretty quiet before games, not wanting to disturb the game day headspace.

You gathered your items in your clear stadium bag as Joe started the car. You hated when people had to wait on you, so you made sure to rush to get to the car.

"Are you excited Joey?" you asked as you slid into the passenger seat of his Porsche and laid a sweet kiss on his cheek.

"Yeah I guess so, just a little nervous," he replied as he put the car in reverse, leaving the house until after the game.

Getting to the stadium early was a must for Joe before a game. Being on the quiet field before warming up helped to get him in the game day mindset.

As Joe pulled into the players parking garage, he let out a large sigh. You could tell he was nervous. Before he was able to exit the car, you grabbed his arm.

"Joe look at me," you began. He turned to face you. You grabbed his hands, "don't go out there and second guess yourself or your teammates. You all have worked so hard and you will show them who is boss. Remember to breathe, you're gonna do fine. I'm proud of you no matter what happens," you reassured him. Little pep talks like this are helpful when he seems a bit antsy.

"Thank you baby, I love you," he kissed you before exiting the car and coming around to your side of the car to open your door.

You thanked him with a kiss and walked with him into the facility.

As you made your way into the stadium, you saw Joe walking out with his headphones on. He seemed to be taking in the space before it was filled with thousands of fans cheering for him and his teammates.

You continued a small stroll around the empty seats until you decided to make your way up to the box. Joe had one for his friends and family, but tonight it was just going to be you and some friends.

Since you were there so early, you brought a book with you to read before your friends arrived. Occasionally, you would look out to the field and find Joe goofing off with his teammates. You were glad that they could cheer him up when you couldn't. Sometimes, all it took was a teammate.

Kickoff rolled around quickly and all your friends began to arrive. Hugs were given, laughs were shared, and the drinks kept coming. You never really got ragingly drunk, but your friends were incredible enablers. Not much focus was on the game, more so on the drinks.

At half time, you slowed down and sobered up a bit, hoping for a text from Joe. He rarely texted you during halftime, but sometimes it was an unexpected surprise.

Joey: Did your friends arrive?

Y/N: Yeah, we'we habing drunks

Joey: Oh really? I can tell

Y/N: Oopsies

When you saw Joe run back out to the field leading the team, you were hoping that they had a strong pep talk at the half considering that they were down 27-7 against the Browns.

The drinks kept coming, and you didn't realize how drunk you really were until you got up to go to the bathroom. You stumbled to the small stall attached to the box. While relieving yourself, you checked to see what people were saying on twitter.

They were ripping Joe to shreds. Not even taking into account the lack of help from his teammates. Games like this happen, people just love to shit talk.

You knew Joe wanted so badly to win, who wouldn't want to win? But unfortunately, the team just couldn't pull it together. The end of the game rolled around and the Bengals lost 35-24. They closed the gap a bit, yet not enough.

Since Joe was the one who drove to the game, you waited in the box for him. Your friends said their goodbyes and you were eventually left alone, waiting for Joe.

You knew he wouldn't be in a great mood, and you being absolutely shit faced was going to make things worse and you knew that.

As you sat alone, staring out into the stadium, you couldn't help but shut your eyes. The drunk sleepies were hitting.

After what felt like forever, Joe walked through the door to the box. You perked up a bit at the sound of the door opening and heavy footsteps approaching.

"Hiii Joey," you slurred and struggled to stand up.

"Hi baby," he said flatly. You went in to give him a hug, he hugged back, but not with the usual amount of squeeze back.

He began to lead you out of the box. He did a sweep of the room to make sure you didn't leave anything behind. He wrapped an arm around your waist to help you stay vertical and balanced.

Joe didn't mind having to take care of you when you were drunk, but this time was different. He wasn't happy or silly with you. WIth losing the game, you expected him to be upset, but not this upset. Maybe it was the combination of losing and having to take care of you.

As you continued the hike to the car, you kept trying to be goofy. Joe wasn't having it. His face stayed stoic and his grip on you was almost harsh.

When you got to the car, he opened your door and made sure you got in comfortably like he normally did. He swiftly walked around to the drivers side, opening his door and shutting it with a little too much force. It made you jump a little bit. He wasn't normally violent when he was upset. This of course wouldn't classify as violent for most, but Joe was not one to slam doors.

The drive home was silent besides the faint music playing from Joe's bluetooth to the car.

You shut your eyes, but that caused the spins. You tried to take deep breaths to let it pass. Opening your eyes and rolling down the window was the best bet.

Joe hated having the windows down, and he was especially afraid someone would recognize the two of you on your drive home. He rolled up your window and put on the child lock. That really made you mad.

"Joe I don't feel good. Can we please roll the window down?" you whined out.

"No, Y/N. I don't need people recognizing us driving home, especially with you in this state," he replied in a rude tone.

"Jesus Joe, I feel like I'm gonna be sick, can you just roll down the damn window?" you huffed out.

"Maybe if you wouldn't have had so much to drink, we wouldn't be in this situation," he snarked out. Your eyes darted over to him. His face was stoic. You were fuming.

No more words were exchanged on the drive home. It would only have made it worse.

Once Joe pulled into the garage, he grabbed his stuff out of the backseat and headed inside, leaving you in the car to gather your things. By the time you stumbled out of the car, the door to the house was shut and Joe was nowhere to be found.

You placed your belongings in the basket by the garage door and headed to the kitchen for some water. Or maybe a tequila shot. Who knew how long Joe would continue to be an ass.

Once you gulped down some water, you headed upstairs to change out of your cute game day outfit and into some comfy pjs. You removed your makeup and decided it was probably smart to find Joe to see if he was ok.

After searching most common rooms, you headed to where his office was located. You headed into his office and saw him watching the game over and checking twitter. There was no way in hell that would help his mood or attitude.

"What're you doing?" you ask. He spins around in his desk chair to look at you. Your body was leaned against the door frame to give yourself some stability.

"What the fuck does it look like, Y/N?" he huffed out at you.

"Jesus Joe I was just trying to check on you," you were beginning to get defensive.

"Obviously I'm pissed. I played like shit and all I get for it is having to take care of your irresponsible drunk ass," he retorted. His eyes were like daggers and you needed out.

You looked at him in disgust before leaving his office and slamming the door behind you. Joe didn't chase after you, he just turned his chair back around to back to what he was doing.

You decided to just go to bed. It wasn't worth staying up to wait for Joe to come to bed. Plus, the alcohol was really starting to make you feel like shit. You laid there for a bit with rage still filling your mind and body. But once the rage wore off, it turned to tears and you fell asleep.

After an hour or so, Joe decided to go to bed. He assumed that's where you went too, but he was hoping you were already asleep. The door creaked open to reveal you sound asleep, snores coming out of your mouth, something that only happened when you drank.

Joe walked over to your nightstand to turn out your light, but he couldn't help but notice the dried tears on your face. A pang of guilt struck him right in the heart. He knew that he was what caused those tears.

Once the light was out, he walked over to his side of the bed to climb in as easily as he could. Your back was toward him, and he knew that was a sign that you were upset. Even out of a dead sleep, you would always turn over to snuggle up to him. Joe laid in his guilt for a while until sleep took over him.

The next thing Joe knew, you were darting out of bed to get to the toilet. He knew it was best to go in after you. He knocked on the door and entered, finding your arm resting on the toilet, head on arm, and eyes closed.

Joe slowly sat down behind you, pulling you into his body and beginning to rub your back. You leaned into him, which he was honestly not expecting. He was grateful for the small sign that your relationship was okay after how he treated you.

No words were exchanged. You sat for a minute until you felt another round coming. Joe pulled your hair back as you released more alcohol.

You leaned back into his chest, a small sob wracking your body. He knew it was because of the mix of alcohol and crying yourself to sleep. Which inherently was because of his previous actions.

"I'm sorry baby, I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you," Joe admitted. You didn't move in his arms to look at him, but he could sense your body tense up at the conversation.

"I thought you didn't want to take care of my irresponsible drunk ass," you replied with quiet attitude. He held you tighter.

"Baby I'm sorry. I was just so caught up in my anger from the game and I ended up taking it out on you and you didn't deserve that," he spoke with a sigh.

"That's still not a good excuse to talk to me li-" you began before you ended up leaning back over the toilet. Joe held your hair back again, but kept his gaze toward the ground, focused on the guilt he was feeling.

Once you were done expelling more of your evening, you leaned back into Joe. The ball your body formed morphed into the way he was sitting behind you. His chin rested on top of your head in a protective way.

"Let's just talk about this in the morning when we're both in a better headspace," he said. He held you extra tight, hoping you could feel how sorry he was. He continued to rub your back, but he soon heard small snores escaping your mouth. Joe told himself that he wasn't getting up until you did. He wasn't going to leave you when you were in this state. Especially because of the way he acted earlier in the evening.

He leaned back into the cabinet and rested his head back, staring up at the ceiling. He sat with his thoughts for a bit before sleep took over, you still tightly wrapped in his arms.

You began to stir in his grasp, causing him to quickly wake up. He looked down at you to see your eyes slowly opening. You gazed up at his handsome face, meeting his pretty eyes.

"Joe, go back to bed," you demanded in your sleepy state.

"I'm not going without you, Y/N," he replied.

"Mkay," you said, leaning back into his chest.

"Do you think you're ready to go back to bed?" he asked before you got the chance to fall back asleep.

"Mhmm, just can't get up on my own," you mumbled. Joe began to move from behind you, slowly standing up and reaching for your hands. He helped you up carefully and you leaned into him once you were vertical. His hands went to your back, rubbing small circles.

"How about you brush your teeth, it'll help you sleep better," Joe suggested. You nodded into his chest as you stood up on your own to brush your teeth. Joe stood with you so he could walk you back to bed.

Once you were done, he grabbed your hand and walked you to your side of the bed, tucking you in. He began to walk toward the door.

"Joey, where are going?" you whined.

"To get you some water and ibuprofen," he replied as he walked out of the bedroom door.

You waited for Joe to get back before allowing yourself to fall asleep. He was comforting when you didn't feel well. He placed the items on your nightstand for the morning before heading to his side of the bed.

Joe gently climbed in, immediately grabbing for you. He held you close to his warm body. His big, strong, safe, and warm arms snaked around your body. You relaxed into him, feeling some small sense of normalcy.

He intently watched you until he heard snores coming from you. Your facial features were gentle, something Joe never wanted to disturb.

As Joe began to wind down his guilty thought and mind, he placed a delicate kiss to your forehead.

"I love you," he whispered.

You nuzzled up to him more as his heart fluttered, his body feeling so safe and warm. You being wrapped in his arms calmed Joe to sleep next to you. Even when mad, Joe would always try to protect you. Because in the end, its you and Joe against the world.

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Hope y'all enjoyed! It was def better before my computer erased the last 2/3 of it *tears* <3

[unripe-lemon]

i should have checked doesthedogdie but other than that the movie was really good. I loved the animation and the voice acting…. up until that scene. overall 7/10 im just kinda bummed because it stopped me from properly appreciating the rest of the movie. i wish the sound wasn’t so graphic and it didn’t go on for so long ☹️

mutant mayhem HERE I FUCKINGN COMEEE WOOOOOOO