#guess its time for meds. watch out brain

[lynkolnevans]

Hmm... homework or write fanfiction?

[forest-falcon]

The Butterfly Effect

Chpr 16

⚠️ Erm, not sure what to tag this as...fluffy whump angst? Mainly fluffy!

Timeline starts as memory and ends in the present. Hope you enjoy!

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Night fell on Tracy Island, and Virgil flopped down onto the cool sheets of his bed. Training had gone well today, despite the odd hiccup; Tam taking to the jet-pack like a duck to water. Jonesy...well, he flew with all the finesse of a drunken penguin. Luckily, the med-scanner had reported no injuries, but for a bruised backside. The merciless ribbing (as to be expected from good friends) was decidedly more painful.

Virgil smiled.

Jonesy had just batted the jokes right back. The firefighter had a good sense of humour, and a thick skin - another vital trait in their line of work. It was like having a second Gordon about the place, which was in equal parts a blessing and a curse.

His piano, for starters; having been somewhat neglected since their guests arrived, had acquired a fine layer of dust. Gordon, of course, had wasted no time at all in scribing messages on its hood.

What's the difference between a piano and a fish? You can't tuna fish!

Jonesy had laughed way too hard at that; and just a few short hours later, another dad-joke (of equal cringe-worthiness) followed. Only, this time, the handwriting obviously not Gordon's.

Why did the GDF arrest Virgil?

Because he got into treble!

Virgil sighed.

"EOS, please can you add piano polish to the shopping list?"

*. *. * .

Virgil drew idle angel-patterns in the fresh bed linen; savouring the luxury of being able to starfish in his king-sized bed after training...well, they weren't really recruits anymore. They had all integrated so well with the family, that it was nice to think that he'd been training friends.

Mac...Mac was quite quiet; that was until he and Brains started chin wagging about Star Trek.

I mean, he liked Star Trek as much as the next person, but those two must have mastered the ability of breathing through their ears. He'd never seen Brains talk so much!

And though he often opted out of their tedious-Trek-talks; it was wonderful to see their resident engineer, and friend, so animated.

Virgil was roused from his thoughts by the strumming of a gentle Spanish folk song; the lilting melody drifting through his open balcony doors.

Someone was humming. By process of elimination; he knew it to be Tamara. It was a female voice, and he had heard both Grandma's and Kayo's over Comms enough times to know that it wasn't them. He padded quietly over to the balustrade, taking in the night air as the music played on.

It was a beautiful night; the father stretches of ocean so tranquil; the surface glittered with dark starlight.

Virgil rested his head on folded arms, watching the seafoam gather and fade along the shoreline.

Usually, all this beauty went unseen. After back-to-back rescues; he was lucky to see a glimpse of his pillow before sleep took him. He sighed contentedly, and the music suddenly stopped.

"Oh God! I had no idea anyone could hear me! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to keep you up!" Tam set the guitar aside with a musical thud.

"No, no, please! Play on! I was really enjoying that," Virgil leaned his head over the balcony.

"I'm really not that good. I-"

"How long have you been playing?" Virgil stalled her from disappearing back from her balcony and into her own room.

"Erm...ever since my mum passed, so that's...six years - but it's all self-taught," Tam flustered shyly. It was the first time Virgil had seen her out of her comfort zone.

"That's really impressive. And...I'm sorry about your mom. We lost our mother, Lucy, when we were just boys. Time doesn't make it any easier, does it?"

"No... but I guess, those who are lucky have, or find others to live for," Tam sighed pensively.

They both stood silently for a moment, lost in memory and deep in thought.

After a moment, Virgil gently cleared his throat.

"Do you like stars?"

"Stars?"

"Mmmm."

"Yes. I mean, especially here. They're so vivid and... ethereal!" Tam enthused.

"Well, if you can spare ten minutes; I'd love to share something with you. You can see it best from the Comms balcony," he gestured.

"Oh...I mean, sure?"

"You don't have to. It's nothing really. I-"

"No, no! I'd love to see," Tam assured, seeing that whatever he was referencing, held a great deal of meaning to him...whatever it was.

"Cool. I'll meet you up there in five."

*. *. *.

Tam found Virgil already waiting outside of the Comms room.

He greeted her with a genuine smile, before turning his face to the tapestry of stars in the near-midnight sky.

“Okay. I'm no John, but you can't have two spacecase brothers without learning a handful of constellations,” Virgil waved vaguely.

“Mmm. I bet.”

"Erm...Do you know many constellations?” he queried, not wanting to patronize another potential spacecase.

“Erm, well...that one over there's the North Star.” Tam pointed to the brightest light gleaming proudly in the sky.

“That's…actually Five. John's obviously overdone his teeth whitening gel.”

Tam snorted as she laughed.

“Spoken like a true brother.”

"Alright...so you'll have to use your imagination...like, a lot..." Virgil smiled.

"Cassiopeia, can you see her?"

Virgil guided Tam's hand up to the constellation.

"Angle your head slightly. It's a..."

"M?"

"Mmm hmm. Now, Auriga - that's your O." He guided her wrist as she traced the shape.

"Bare with me for the next one!"

"Okay."

"This is where you'll have to really use your imagination. You see Gemini - the twins?"

"Erm...yep, got it!"

"Okay, forget their top halves.

"Said no guy ever."

"It's all about their legs." he winked.

"Look..." He guided her hand once more in the final shape of an M.

"Mom."

"Mmm hmm."

Tam hummed appreciatively; the loveliest of smiles forming on her face as she gazed on the astral wonder.

"It really is beautiful," Tam mused.

"Beautiful," Virgil agreed, watching her smile.

Quietly, Tam began humming the melody from earlier, and the palms gently swayed in the light of the moon.

*. *. *

Virgil roused.

Grandma!

He made to move before the rest of his senses had even come back online.

Pain was the elicited result.

He hissed and a gentle hand was felt at his shoulder.

"You're okay, I've got you, I've got you."

The voice was familiar but conscious thought still eluded him.

Everything hurt.

Thinking hurt.

Just then, the voice began humming a familiar tune that filled his darkness with starlight.

[peepoo79]

Cringe-ass American Psycho AU under cut 👁️👁️

Anyway as I previously alluded to, this mf silly ass idea has been in my brain for a while. Fuck it. Hospital AU. Been watching too much House MD lately. Anyway:

Patrick Bateman:

General surgery. Graduated Harvard medical school. Tried to match into plastic surgery but didn’t make the cut. Didn’t make the cut for cardiothoracic surgery either. Ended up settling for general surgery.

Went into medicine because doctors make a lot of money and have a lot of status. Probably wouldn’t have gotten through medical school if it weren’t for the connections is father has—nepotism at its finest. His father is on the board of directors for the hospital he works at—his last name, unfortunately, keeps him out of a LOT of trouble.

Horrific bedside manner. He’s attempted to sleep with patients on multiple occasions (and succeeded several times), has had countless malpractice lawsuits thrown at him, and frequently leaves his patients feeling uncomfortable. Has been known to purposefully under-anesthetize patients and recommend completely unnecessary procedures just because he’s bored.

That being said, his behavior with patients varies WILDLY. He’s on good behavior if he perceives his patient as being of high status (still unintentionally makes them uncomfortable, but only because he is trying SO HARD to make them like him that it backfires. Think the Tom Cruise elevator interaction from the book. That sort of behavior). However, if they fall into the category of people Patrick regards as “lesser,” the difference is stark. He tends to take his anger out on these sorts of patients.

Still a sadistic bastard. Unfortunately, his job allows him pretty easy access to inflicting agony on unwilling subjects and getting away with it. In some ways, he’s a lot more flagrant with his unacceptable behavior than he is in the source material. Perks of being in a profession like surgery I guess.

Treats the nurses terribly, has slept with a lot of them.

Only reason he hasn’t gotten fired is, once again, nepotism. Seriously, this guy sucks

Jean:

Registered nurse, works under Patrick.

Is aware that Patrick is not favored by his patients. Unaware of the extent of his depravity.

Poor girl needs a hug :(

Despite the shit she’s regularly put through (dealing with patients, dealing with Patrick, dealing with his equally insufferable colleagues), still manages to keep a mostly positive attitude.

Originally wanted to go to medical school but didn’t like the idea of having to spend so much of her youth in school. Decided on nursing—she felt that she could make a better positive impact doing that, anyway.

Paul Owen:

Graduated from Yale. Plastic Surgeon. Has his own practice but occasionally gets called in to the hospital the others work at to handle trauma cases.

Everything Patrick wanted to be. Has everything Patrick wanted to have—rich and beautiful clientele, a flexible work schedule, social prestige.

Well liked by his colleagues and his patients. Actually treats the nurses and other staff well.

Tim Price:

Cardiothoracic surgeon. Went to medical school with Patrick.He’s the closest thing to a friend Patrick has—they were roommates throughout med school

Patrick seems to almost look up to him in a way—probably because in his mind, he’s “higher status”and more successful.

Arrogant but generally tolerated by his colleagues.

Has slept with a lot of the nurses. By extension, has made a lot of enemies out of the nurses.

Completely unaware of Bateman’s…issues. He doesn’t think he’d have the spine to do anything too absurd, despite the malpractice lawsuits Bateman regularly complains to him about (thinks the patients are just trying to get money out of him, probably)

Still not a very nice guy, he says a lot of shit about his patients behind their backs that’s DEFINITELY a violation of doctor-patient confidentiality

Evelyn Richards:

Pharmaceutical sales rep. Met Patrick shortly after he graduated med school, went for him because he’s young, handsome, and has disposable income.

Comes from an already wealthy family.

Still having an affair with Price.

Squeamish—won’t let Patrick talk about any of the work he does. So much as the mention of a scalpel and she’s nauseous. Obviously, Patrick makes it a point to describe his cases in graphic detail because if this.

Courtney Lawrence

In administration. Also unaware of Patrick’s fuckass behavior.

Still dating Luis. Still cheating on Luis with Patrick.

Honestly, not much to change for her

Luis Carruthers

Psychiatrist. Frequently feels a bit left out since the others don’t regard him as a “real doctor”

Still very infatuated with Patrick

Liked by his patients, but regarded as a bit dense by his colleagues

Well liked by the nurses—occasionally brings in baked goods for them! One of the only ones out of the group that actually shows his appreciation for the non-MD members of the hospital staff

David Van Patten

Orthopedic surgeon, arrogant and jockish.

Went to med school because he was pressured into it by his family. Went into ortho because he thought it was “easiest”

Craig McDermott

ENT specialist. “Friends” with Patrick, although most of their interactions are petty squabbles and constant attempts at one-upping the other

Takes pride in his work, but mainly because he makes a lot of money. In medicine for basically the same reasons as Patrick, but is, y’know….normal about it.

Anyway that’s all I’ve got for now. This is super duper self indulgent LMAO

[abbonation]

Swimming Through Starlight

(18+ MINORS LEAVE THE PREMISES)

The hunt for a bounty presents you and your Mando with an impromptu vacation opportunity.

Tags/Warnings: Din Djarin x ForceSensitive!Reader, Language, Smut, No use of Y/N, PinV sex, Creampie, Breeding kink if you squint, teensie bit of assplay 🤭,

You had been doing.. whatever this was for nearly a full cycle now. Traveling with Din and his kid, Grogu, fixing shit on the Crest- but somewhere along the way you had accidentally found an actual home with them and now… Well now they were stuck with you, you guessed. 

Niamos was the current destination, a planet covered with glittery beaches warmed by its star and a reputation for being a cozy hideout for felons and the like.

“I’m not going to lay on the beach in just my helmet.” You can tell he must be straight faced under that visor by the tone of his voice.

“What would it take to convince you?” You smirk and rub your hand up his calf under the blanket in his bunk. 

Mando sits up and looks at where your hand is moving, “Kriff- fucking… nothing, don’t use your magic on me,” He scoots down the cot to start preparing for landing. Loading blasters, rations and med-kits into the bag he so lovingly has you carry while he lugs whatever scumbag he’s picking up here. You’re sure to stuff the one and only thing you own that could pass off as swimwear into the bag too- just in case.

-

“Mando look! Ice pops!” You beckon towards him- grab Grogu from his sling on Din’s hip and practically skip towards the stand. 

He scolds out your name, “We’ve barely been on the ground for ten minutes,”

“But- they have Moonberry flavor,” you put on your best pout up to him and watch as he analyzes your face from behind the visor.

The baby gurgles up at the both of you, and Din sets a couple credits down on the counter. The stall attendant pulls your frozen treat out of the case and hands it to you, “One Ice pop for the beautiful lady and.. the baby...” He ends his statement as if it was a question and you giggle, turning back to Din. 

You bite off a tiny piece for Grogu and put the rest in your mouth- holding it with your lips as you feed the broken piece to him. Finally you get your turn to enjoy your treat when the baby realizes he can hold it himself, and you notice Din staring down at you as you walk side by side through the bustling little city. 

“What?” You ask, knowing exactly what.

“Nothing.” He turns back to the road ahead.

—

“So this is the guy, huh?�� You stand from the sandy ground, where you’d been sitting with Grogu, letting him run through the puddles the sandbar left behind when the tide went out. 

It had only been a few hours since you parted ways with Din to go catch his bounty, and while he was gone you started brainstorming the perfect way to get him to enjoy this beachy getaway while he could. 

“Yup,” Mando jerked the male human's shoulder, “He thought he’d be able to hire some of his buddies to hide him.” 

“Ah,” you look at the bounty’s face, scrunched in pain from Din’s hold on him, “That never works, see, he’s got this tracker on his helmet-“ 

“Alright, enough,” Mando interrupts you, “It’s time to go.”

You pick Grogu up from where he was playing with a little crustacean and walk towards the Crest with Din

Mando wrangles his bounty into carbonite while you tuck your green toddler into his floating crib and watch him drift off, sending soothing emotions to his brain, before meeting Din back by the door of the Crest. 

“So,” you start, “Do you think we could stay for a while?” 

“Where, here?”

“Well, maybe not here in town, I’d just like to enjoy the beach a while longer,” 

“I don’t know, cyar’ika,” Din returns, shrugging.

“I saw a more secluded part of the beach while we were waiting for you, you’d just have to move the Crest out of town. Maybe you could rest for a while while we have dinner,” 

He looks down at you once again and you try to pick at his brain, finding nothing. 

“Please.” You once again pout up at him.

“Fine, just for a little bit, though.” 

-

A distance down the beach, away from the small city and in the cover of the dunes and vegetation Niamos provided, you stood in the ‘fresher, ditching your normal shirt, chest wrap and cargo pants for the one and only pretty piece of underwear you owned. A strappy purple thing that hugged your breasts together; no matter if you had to wear a pair of your regular undies, this would surely get the job done.

“Hey, Din,” you step down the ramp to join your Mando down on the sand that was cooling in the late afternoon sun. 

Din turns towards you from where he stands and you can visibly see the way his helmet drops to stare at your body. He’d never been the boldest with his public affection, but while in private he was nearly insatiable with his hunger for you.

“Din?” 

He jerks his helmet back up to your face.

“Did you hear me?”

“What?” The vocoder sounds low and gravelly as he chokes out the single word.

You giggle and walk towards him, “Do you want to swim with me?”

“Uhh,” he gulps, “The uhm- my helmet,”

You feign annoyance at him, “Oh fine, you can watch me play then.”

You tap his chest plate on your way past down into the waves, making sure to swing your hips as seductively as possible. 

You walk into the gently lapping waves up to your calves and toe around in the wet sand, then turn back to where Din sits on the beach, just watching you.

“It’s warm, Din. I wish you could feel.” 

You splash around for a bit, now wishing Grogu wasn’t asleep on the Crest so he could play too. 

You decide if he’s gonna stay asleep for a while, and Din isn’t gonna come in the water, you should have some fun of your own. You face the sunset, the water up to your hips; and almost against your own volition your hands reach to the back of your neck and untie the knot holding your top up. You lift the straps over your head and drop them down, freeing your nipples to the crispy air. 

“Hey-“ Din shouts your name from the beach, trying to get your attention.

You don’t turn around, instead running your fingertips over your skin and through your hair, reveling in the tingles you give yourself.

You hear splashing behind you suddenly and turn to face him, Din stops mid journey out to you in the water- still wearing all his armor. 

“Hey what’re you-“ He cuts himself off with a huff of breath audible through the vocoder.

You walk toward each other, Din molds his hands behind your neck and brings your forehead to where his would be behind his visor in a Keldabe kiss. 

“You are so fucking pretty.”

You close your eyes and shiver at the sheer eroticism of the moment. You reach up and move his hands down to your breasts, asking him to touch you without words. 

His eyes stay on your face as he pinches and pulls at your nipples with his leather covered fingers, you moan at his touch, growing wetter with each second you spend so exposed for him. 

You move your fingers up to run through the loose curls at the bottom of his helmet and he arches his shoulders into your touch, huffing a breath, “I want you.” He whispers.

Running your hands down his chest you respond, “Then come get me.” 

You jerk out of his touch and start for the beach, struggling to push your legs through the water.

He turns instantly and shoots his arm out towards you, at the narrow miss you shriek and push harder, now only a few feet from land. You hold your tits and make for the small patch of trees at the top of the sandy hill the Crest is parked on. When the sounds from behind you turn from sloshing to heavy footfalls you turn, Mando is just seconds behind you and you’re sure to be caught any moment.

In an instant his hand is on your shoulder, and you trip, landing softly on the mossy sand below. He grabs your hands and pins you as you wiggle beneath him, you’re no match for his muscles though, he mounts you and places his weight down where he sits on his knees above your thighs.

“No getting away from me now, C’yare.” His modulator puffs next to your ear. You whine out when he grinds his cock into the cleft of your ass. “Do you want this? . . .  Do you want me?” He continues rubbing against you through his flight suit.

“Mando, please,“

“Finish your thought, Mesh’la,”

You groan into his palm when he turns your head and moves his helmet right down beside your face. “Say it.”

“I- I want you, Din. . . so badly-”

He drawls put a beautiful sound from the back of his throat and scoots down your thighs, pulling your wet underwear with him, “Look at this perfect ass sweet girl,” 

He squeezes your cheeks and spreads them apart, running his first two gloves fingers between your lips and over your asshole. 

You squeal at his boldness, deciding you like it.

You can’t see him, but you feel him lay down behind you, “Don’t turn around-“ and then the unlocking of his helmet. 

He spreads your cheeks again and this time he surprises you when he licks his way through your pussy, you moan for him and he groans in return. The tip of his tongue flicks over your clit and his beautiful angular nose rubs over your entrance, you can’t help but grind back on his face as your hands try to find purchase in the cool ground. 

He moves up further now, licking over your rear entrance and moving his palms over your thighs and sides of your torso, it feels so fucking good to have him like this, desperate to hear you feel pleasure. 

“You want my cock, sweet girl?” He finally relents as you get closer to the edge, sitting back up on his knees. 

“Fuck yes, Din, put it inside me please,”

He moans at your words and licks a line up your spine, letting the breeze give you goosebumps as he frees his cock and notches the tip inside your dripping cunt. 

“Oh baby,” he starts, “Fuck- look at this beautiful pussy,” You back up onto him to finish the job. 

“Ngh- fuck Din, I’m so full-”

He can’t help but start at a fast pace, notching his hands above your hips for leverage. 

“You wore this skimpy little thing for me, showed off your gorgeous tits,” he keeps his pace, “Oh fuck- C’yare.”

You move your hands under your tits to once again massage your nipples and rub your clit down onto the moss underneath you- clenching your pussy around Mando’s cock at the sensation.

He’s pistoning into your cunt so fast, hitting your front wall so perfectly- taking you both to the edge so quickly. 

Your brain conjures the image of how much you wish his skin was rubbing on yours like in the darkness of hyperspace, how much you wish you could see his face. 

“Ohhh fuck, sweet girl- what are you doing to me, what is that?” 

Without noticing, you’d begun using the force to touch him where you’d been imaging- running your fingers over his scalp, down his chest and over his thighs. 

“I’m- not gonna last,” he chokes out. You feel a vibration settle on the hood of your clit and immediately grind back and forth over the stimulants to your body. You catapult over the edge when Din whimpers, “Oh, maker- please-”

Euphoric bliss washes over your brain when orgasm takes you, and Din follows right behind, staying inside to push his spend deeper as you flutter around him. He collapses onto your back and moves his hands up to support himself over you, brushing your hair behind your ears. 

You keep your eyes closed, just in case, and you’re glad you did when he kisses the shell of your ear and groans out, “Thank you, Mesh’la.” 

He leaves you to lay while he replaces his helmet and spreads your legs to clean you with your underwear- then tucks them safely into a pocket on his belt.

[crazylittlejester]

MORE SILLY CATS!! THIS TIME CATS WITH GUITARS!!!!!!

anyways, I hope you are doing well!!! Im aware that you might be away but, I wish you all the best!

I don't have anything extra to put so, feel free to yap if you please!!! no pressure! I absolutely love hearing the stuff you come up with and wanna talk about! It's so fun!!!

oh my god im obsessed with them CATS WITH GUITARS!!! they’re so me actually

I’m doing a lot better, which I’m so so grateful for 😭 I’m just still a little tired, but I took the day off work today so I could rest and I’m pretty much fine :)

im struggling to rub two brain cells together to come up with a thought rn, so I got no headcanons for ya, BUT I discovered “water tok” and it’s so fucking fascinating to me. like these people will be like “make my daily water with me” and then I watched this one lady put everything BUT fuckin water in there and the end product was hot pink and GLITTERY. SHE PUT LIKE, VODKA IN THERE. THE ONLY “WATER” WAS THE ICE. and unfortunately the brain rot has me so bad that my stoned (<-because i was on heavy meds because of the allergic reaction, not the fun kinda stoned) ass immediately just giggled and went “lmao that’s so wars coded”, and then i had to explain to the people I live with what I meant by that 💔

like ive seen these “make my daily water with me” videos before but i found them AGAIN and i’m just so fascinated because they’re DEADLY serious when they call it water and like- at what point have you just made diet soda? or even REGULAR soda? Like i watched this other girl be like “we’re switching it up today and using sparkling water!!” and then she just literally made soda. like syrup and carbonated water? that’s like. that’s soda. im pretty sure at that point you’ve literally just made yourself a soda, but go crazy i guess 😭?? (i wanna be clear im not mocking these people or making fun of them because at the end of the day, you do you, i don’t care. if putting a bunch of flavoring and edible glitter into a bottle and calling it water makes you happy then i don’t care, god knows i’m addicted to my fucking mango propel, I’m just so perplexed by the idea they call it water and then show me something that is opaque and an UNNATURALLY bright blue. like genuinely. its makin me wanna go to the store and buy the shit needed to test this out. maybe theyre on to somethin, i dunno)

anyways I hope you’re doing good!!!

@hyruledwarriorr

[hopelessrromantix]

where i've been

TLDR: Life sucks and so does the government. Half my family got hit with some pricey medical bills plus our normal rent, so donating or sharing this would be beyond appreciated.

I know you’re all thinking “Roman! You haven’t written anything in a month, what’s going on?” First, valid question. Second, dear GOD where do I start.

Let’s keep things simple. This past month has been the literal definition of hell for me. Everything started off fairly normal, until my two remaining grandparents started having frequent hospital trips. My father spent most of his time caring for them, living mostly at their house. Given that he works most in our house, he wasn’t having an easy time. He ended up developing what his doctor said was “stress tremors”, to the point that he went on disability.

Well, even after my grandparents were a bit more stable (though still on close watch)... they continued anyway. Eventually it got so bad my mother drove him to the hospital one night and what do you know, brain tumor.

Queue several days of our family wondering what the everloving fuck we’d do without my Dad. It was several days of my dear mother (note the sarcasm) trying to control everything, my brother trying to continue school, and me taking care of the house and our pets.

We got the scans back not long after and, cue sigh of relief, the tumor was benign. It still seemed to be draining the life out of my father, though. The nurses and doctors were absolutely floored because his tumor was absolutely huge but he had no headaches. Imagine a baseball in your head. Yeah, exactly. He did however stare at the wall for hours and had a hard time getting out more than a few words. It’s probably one of my most heartbreaking memories to watch the strongest person I’ve ever known reduced to a husk on a hospital bed.

Brain surgery came soon after. He made it through and is currently in recovery. He’s speaking actual sentences, though he’s still got tremors and needs a lot of help. Still, I’m just happy to have my father.

That same week, we noticed my cat acting off. We have two of them and my cat, Gallifrey, is a talkative sweetheart who’s attached to me at the hip. But he was meowing differently and acting weird and all around not normal. One vet visit later and we find out he has kidney disease and pancreatitis. He’s being treated for it (new food, possible meds, regular fluid injections, etc.), but he’s still not himself yet. Talk about my life falling apart. This on its own my family couldn’t even begin to afford. The government seems to hate disabled people and paying for numerous doctor’s visits wasn’t remotely in our paper thin budget, much less the meds and treatment.

It was a lot all at once, and not even close to what we expected. Gallifrey is only 7 and my father didn’t show the typical signs of a brain tumor. So, I guess the universe thought “Y’know, this is a perfect time to kick Roman in the fucking balls”.

Routine testosterone blood test, just monitoring… until I got a call from the doctor. Turns out I have some untreated issues that none of my previous doctors caught. In fact, the only reason she caught it was because it was so severe. According to her she was shocked I’m still up and kicking and not in the hospital for a blood transfusion. Apparently my red blood cell count and oxygen level is insanely low, and she asked me to take a Covid test (negative), so it turns out it’s a completely different issue. I’m still in the process of diagnosing it, so that was a fun little addition. With my chronic pain and my mother in denial, I sleep most of the day and am in constant pain the entire time.

I’ll be real, I’m not a fan of asking for money. It’s not something I like, but it’s something I have to do. The amount of treatment we need, my dad, Gallifrey, and me, is more than we can hope to afford on our salaries (thank you, American healthcare!). The medical process in this country is a joke.

I’m asking y’all to help me out. Sharing, donating, whatever. Everyone around me has been kind and supportive, and I'm beyond thankful for that. If you can’t donate, please send it, share it, do whatever, I'll take absolutely anything. If I’m honest? The number I’m asking still won’t cover it, but anything is helpful.

Thank you for reading this far, thank you for sharing, for donating, for being kind, for absolutely everything.

I also understand that the internet is a horrible, despicable place, so I can give any breakdowns of what the money would be used for and give any medical info (not releasing family names or locations) to provide proof. The page includes a lovely little x-ray of my father’s head so you get to see the absolute insanity. If this isn’t enough please let me know and I can link anything else needed to confirm that yes, I am actually having the worst time of my life.

All in all? Thank you.

Donate here if you can <3

[isekai-crow]

Cherry Magic Ep 3

I thought we were gonna get the partner for Masato in episode 3, but we got him in episode 4. INSTEAD HOWEVER, in episode 3 we got some other fun characters!!

ONE OF THEM BEING VOICED BY FUCKING YUUSUKE SHIRAI!!!!

Was not expecting his high pitched whiney voice to appear OUT OF A CHARACTER LIKE THIS but also I really SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SURPRISED. HE'S A STAPLE IN BL ANIME AND AUDIO DRAMAS. High pitched whiney is a compliment by the way because its CUTE and made Capybara have conniptions while listening cause this is his favorite VA, and also DAMN THIS DUDE HAS RANGE.

GO listen to the character Ramuda's voice from HypMic and you'll see what I'm talking about. His other characters are friggen Sasaki from Sasaki and Miyano, Nikaido from Idolish7, Usui Masumi from A3!, and basically this man can SING and has RANGE and is bread and butter in the anime idol boy world.

So yea, Shirai, Yuusuke plays the annoying kouhai Yuuta Rokkaku, whose only purpose is to make Kurosawa jealous of Adachi spending time with someone and make Adachi jealous of Kurosawa's 'perfection' when Kurosawa starts showing off trying to get his attention away from Rokkaku. I also hope he becomes a Shipper On Deck with the other new character, Nozomi Fujisaki!

Koshimizu, Ami is the voice of Fujisaki sempai, who is so far just a stereotypical Japanese office lady, but having seen her in the opening we know that she is the CAPTAIN of this Ship, All Hands On Deck, and has fucking Acrylic Stands of these two that she's absolutely gonna make kiss like barbie dolls.

She also voices fricken Ryuuko fro Kill La Kill, Kallen Stadtfield from Code Geass, Sailor Jupiter from Sailer Moon Crystal, and a TON of other big name female characters!! Delightful.

LMAO if this isn't the first thing that pops up in episode 3!! I'VE TAKEN THIS MEDICINE BEFORE. It's OTC anti-hangover meds THAT FUCKING WORK. They're also really good for dealing with certain IBS symptoms. OTC Meds in Japan are Great. (*w*)b

Episode 3 is the Karaoke Episode, standard Japanese business life going drinking with your superiors to "improve moral" (This shit sucks, and I only had to deal with it the first 3 years I lived here. Bosses don't know what boundaries are, don't even know the word).

There's tons of funny faces. This episode was having so much fun.

Poor Kurosawa fails at impressing his love interest with Karaoke cause the man is too upset by how perfect he is. WHY DOES HE HAVE TO BE GOOD AT EVERYTHING. I'm waiting for the moment when that perfection is peeled back to show the person underneath.

Adachi tries to rescue his female co-worker whose being catcalled / harrased by drunk dudes not even from their company, only to get rescued himself.

Fujisaki is all of us. She knows EXACTLY WHAT'S GOING ON. Even if Adachi doesn't lmao. She doesn't need to read minds. She's got Fujoshi-Senses.

Adachi is also not subtle at ALL ABOUT TOUCHING?????? But he's also NEVER successful???????? MY BOY. THINK. USE THAT SINGULAR BRAIN CELL TO FIND A BETTER WAY.

I guess Adachi like Rokkoku enough to go to a Sauna with him? And Kurosawa is of course tags along because he gets to see Adachi naked.

This is also SUCH a Japanese thing. Someone's hobby is always something boring like "listening to music" or "watching movies" or "drinking socially" which aren't REAL hobbies, OR IT'S WEIRD RANDOM STUFF LIKE GOING TO A SAUNA.

OH LOOK HIS NIPPLES ARE GROWN IN. (This is a running joke between me and Capybara about whether a character is an adult or not)

Bless this poor simping man. Some day. Just you wait.

STEAM CONDUCTS THOUGHTS!!!!! Poor Adachi clutching his towel and running like the fair maiden heart he is after seeing all of Kuroswa's fantasies.

So capybara and my theory is that it's BODY heat that transfers the thoughts, otherwise it wouldn't work through clothing. (What happens if we get an Adachi or Kurosawa with hypothermia? Sick Fic anyone?)

But also this is the kind of stuff I feel bad for Kurosawa about. He's allowed to have fantasies damnit! They shouldn't be held against him! Unless he does something to Adachi that he doesn't want or consent to LET THE MAN LIVE DAMNIT.

But also poor Adachi for having to experience that anyways haha.

We get a rare moment here of hearing Kurosawa's inner thoughts (mostly self pity about the situation his heart has gotten him into), and it's NOT filtered through Adachi for once! So it humanizes him a bit more (not that he wasn't human before? But like people idolize him rather than villanize him... I don't know the word I'm looking for... endears us to him?) and we get to see his thoughts on the situation, the damage that's been done from being basically a "Gifted Kid" in more ways than one, fucking SA'd by a CEO Lady and also WHY he likes Adachi and damn, it took someone seeing him as something less then Ken Doll Perfect for once in his life to fall for someone of the same sex. It's definitely more than that, but like. That's so story book sweet and a little sad type romantic. I love it.

It took one man giving him a Dom Face to awaken the Inner Sub in him, and his heart was stolen, lmao. (I think this might be Capybara projecting and wanting someone to look at HIM like that tho >w>) (im gonna get murdered for that)

I hope they continue to play with tropes and don't follow the standard "One of these MALE characters is just a stand in for a FEMALE, so one is the seme/top and one is the uke/bottom and they NEVER switch."

God I hope they switch. And/Or Adachi makes the first real move. Or like, Pins / Kabe-Don's Kurosawa to the wall. That would make me so happy.

CAREFUL ADACHI. HE'S ON TO YOU. HE'S STARTING TO SUSPECT YOU'RE USING WITCH CRAFT ON HIM.

also AHHHH THIS IS SO CUTE. Kurosawa is adorable and so in love and so worried, and it's fairly realistic! I can't wait for more.

[queenofbaws]

hello hello my friends!!! just a quick little update from yours truly - and a few snippets, of course ;)c

things continue to be strange and chaotic here, and as a result, my brain has decided to be...strange and chaotic :P i've been trying to stick to one project at a time and just soldier through, but said chaos is making that rough, so i'm trying to just get words down as they occur to me, regardless of what project they're for. so, much as i'd like to say "keep your eyes peeled for an [x] update soon!" the reality is that i have...no idea what's going to hold my attention for the next ten minutes, hahaha.

what i will say is i currently have three ongoing projects that are priorities, and those are like wringing blood from a stone, of mummy men & bathtub soup, and the tale(s) of the champion - so i've included little teaser snippets of those below! as always, thanks for your patience, your well-wishes, and for reading!!! i hope you and yours are doing well, and that you're being extra kind to yourselves now that we're entering the winter months <3

like wringing blood from a stone

“Holy smokes, you sure take ‘protect and serve’ seriously out here, huh? Thirty minutes or your arrest is free—is it that kinda thing?�� His head was spinning too fast to make a lick of sense out of that; luckily, Diane wasn’t having the same problem. “Believe it or not, he was already here. Kaitlyn, this is…” she paused just long enough to meet Chris’s gaze, but he couldn’t for the life of him read what he saw there in her eyes. “…uh, well, meet Sheriff Hackett.” “Sheriff Ha—oh.” Then, with more feeling, “Oh. I…huh, wow, really? I don't think I would've guessed that.” Chris shrugged. “We get that a lot. Turns out there were only enough handsome genes for one sibling in this family.” “Yeah,” Diane sighed, “and it’s a crying shame it’s Bobby who got ‘em all.” That broke the tension instantly. Chris and Travis both whirled to stare at her, expressions incredulous. Gently nudging Kaitlyn’s shoulder, Diane nodded towards them. “See?” she asked. “Now you can tell they’re related.” “Wow, you’re not wrong! Weird.”

of mummy men & bathtub soup

“Oh good God, Alex. This is obviously some kind of dumb joke—” “Did you find something?” Ashley asked suddenly, looking up from the table. “Something that felt like it was…I don’t know, um, hidden? Not just lost or left behind but actually hidden?” Even knowing it was bullshit, Conrad had to admit…Brown had been well cast. A finger of dread slid down his spine in a lover’s caress, making him shudder; Alex and Julia, less sure of the truth behind this whole debacle, did a little more than that. Fuck, he watched the color drain from JJ’s face like she was some kind of cartoon character, and Mr. Big Bad Med School Bro wasn’t doing a whole hell of a lot better, by the looks of it. The spell broke when Julia whirled on Alex. “Did you say any—” she froze, turning on him then. “You told them! You told them, didn’t you, you little shit weasel?!” Chris sat up straighter. “Shit weasel?”

the tale(s) of the champion

“Which one,” she repeated. “It’s the first thing Varric said during his questioning, did you know that?” The smile in her voice made its first appearance, quirking the corners of her mouth into a shape subtle enough that the Inquisitor felt as though the two of them were in on some secret joke together. “Cassandra asked him…well, demanded of him, I suppose, that he tell her everything he knew about the Champion. And he responded by asking her—” “Which one.” She watched Leliana’s smile grow. It wasn’t by much, but it was there all the same. The sense of being in on a joke grew right along with it. “Now, she probably thought he was poking fun at her…and in all likelihood he was, but of course we know now that there was so much more to it, don’t we?” Leliana rose from her table with the grace of a ghost, each fluid movement reminding her in no uncertain terms that, spymaster or not, agent of the Divine or not, the woman opposite her was, at the end of the day, a bard before all else. “Cassandra is skilled in many, many areas, Inquisitor, as I’m sure you’ve come to learn. Certainly she’s without equal on the battlefield, but when it comes to…reading people, let us say…” Again that inscrutable smile grew. “Well…suffice it to say an answer like that would’ve caught my attention, had I been the one questioning him.” “But you weren’t.” The last word came out strangely choked—she hadn’t been able to decide whether or not she’d wanted it to be a question.

[delphi333]

i was supposed to write a stage play for class and made it about leopika bc the brain worms got me good 😭

it's the first ever stage play/fanfic I've ever written and its kinda embarrassing, so if you have any constructive criticism please lmk ^^!!

it's a bit angsty so beware

Stay

CHARACTERS:

LEORIO: 21, male, med student and aspiring doctor

KURAPIKA: 19, male, black business suit

SETTING:

(Scene One) Past midnight. Dark city alley

(Scene Two) Living room

Act 1 Scene 1

(KURAPIKA is lying in a dimly lit alley way, sandwiched between a dumpster and some trash bags, grasping at his ribs, taking shallow breaths. It’s past midnight. He dials a number from memory with trembling fingers.)

(CURTAIN CLOSES)

Act 1 Scene 2

(LEORIOs living room, KURAPIKA (bandaged) is lying on the couch, LEORIO is off to the side sitting in a chair reading a book or something. KURAPIKA stirs, LEORIO reacts immediately, rushing to his side. KURAPIKA attempts to sit up and struggles, LEORIO helps him.)

KURAPIKA

Where- (he gasps, grasping at his wound then notices LEORIO) Leorio.

LEORIO

Hey, hey... Easy. (Begins changing the bandages and tending to KURAPIKA)

(KURAPIKA closes his eyes, silence falls over them for a beat)

LEORIO

Yaknow. It’s been 8 months since we last talked and this is what you call me for?

(KURAPIKA grumbles, annoyed)

LEORIO

Honestly, Kurapika, would a little ‘hello, hi, how are you doing’ every once in a while, hurt? I guess it would, since, you never call me unless you’re hurt. (Roughly cleans wound and ties bandage)

KURAPIKA

You know I can’t call the hospital... (winces from pain)

LEORIO

Yeah, and why is that Kurapika? Oh right, you’re out there running with the mafia pretending like you're some kind of- of- (Stammers, not being able to find the words. He sighs) Kurapika, you can’t keep doing this.

KURAPIKA

Fine, next time I’m on the verge of death I’ll call someone else.

LEORIO

You know that’s not what I meant… I’m just...

KURAPIKA

I know. (He sits up)

LEORIO

Do you though? Because every time I call you, you never answer... Do you even care? Not just about me but: Gon and Killua. Those boys they... they need you. I need you, Kurapika. Does that even mean to you...?

(KURAPIKA is silent, he looks away)

LEORIO

I know you’re on this grand quest for revenge against those monsters who wronged you, but you’re not alone. You have us... we could... We could help.

KURAPIKA

Leorio-

LEORIO

(Cutting him off, stern) No. I’m serious. We’re tired of seeing you hurt yourself like this over and over again! (He stands up) I can’t stand watching dig your own grave! (Desperate) Maybe you could just... Let it go.

(The light fades to red gradually as KURAPIKA speaks to represent his anger slowly bubbling up inside.)

KURAPIKA

Leorio, you don’t know what you’re talking about.

LEORIO

I do- You’re giving your life up for one cause! You’re the only member of the kurta clan left, if you die... Then...

KURAPIKA

(stands up abruptly, ignoring the pain) DON’T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT. I’ve given my life up years ago. I’ve known the risks since I set my resolve. I do not fear the consequences of my actions, the only thing I fear is that my-

LEORIO

(Cutting in) ‘rage will fade over time’, yeah, yeah, I know.

KURAPIKA

then you understand why I’m doing this.

LEORIO

(Stone cold) no, I don't- why can't you just give up on this?! do you really think the kurta would've wanted this?!

KURAPIKA

that is ENOUGH. do not dare speak of my clan! choose your next words wisely...

LEORIO

(sighs) I’m sorry... I just don't think this is right- how many have died by your hand? how much more of this, until... until you lose your humanity completely...? (You can hear the strain and hurt in his voice)

KURUPIKA

(Dry chuckle/scoff) ...humanity? really, Leorio...Humanity? (He looks down and sighs deeply for a moment, a joyless and cold smile on his face) the moment I discovered my entire family had been massacred and mutilated ruthlessly, devoid of any mercy, I relinquished my “humanity”. I no longer possess such a privilege. I am unworthy of even considering myself human- I’m nothing more than a beast donning human clothing, a mere vessel brimming solely with rage and malice.

LEORIO

Kurapika- you don’t- you don’t really think that... do you? (He shakes his head, taking Kurapika’s hand)

(KURAPIKA does not meet his eye. LEORIO cups KURAPIKAs face, brushing his hair from his eyes, forcing KURAPIKA to look at him)

LEORIO

Come here (he leads Kurapika to the couch and they sit down. Kurapika complies. Leorio takes Kurapika’s hand and places it on Kurapika’s heart) the rhythm of your heart, the lifeblood coursing through your veins, your every inhale and exhale… this is proof that you’re alive, Kurapika. (He removes Kurapika’s hand from his heart but holds on to it, gently rubbing with his thumbs) your thoughts, your emotions… don’t ever say you’re unworthy of being human (He shakes his head). You may question it, but I know you. I know how smart and- and caring you are... you can be kind of an ass (he chuckles), but I know that’s because of how much you care, Kurapika. You care so so much. You wouldn’t have gone through all this trouble if you didn’t (smiles sadly).

(Lets go of his hand)

Ah, I’m terrible at this... but I hope you get what I mean. (Nervous fidgeting) just- I- we care about you too.

(The words hang in the air for several seconds before KURAPIKA finally speaks up)

KURAPIKA

(apprehensive) How... are they by the way- Gon and Killua?

LEORIO

(laughs) you don’t listen to my voicemails... do you?

KURAPIKA

Sometimes... (lies)

LEORIO

Ouch, well, where do I even start... The last time I called was to tell you Gon had gone and gotten himself mortally wounded- the kid almost died!

(KURAPIKA grimaces)

He's fine now though, Killua got his sister to fix him up and now they're out exploring the world and whatnot.

KURAPIKA

Killua has a sister...?

LEORIO

You've missed quite a lot... oh! Gon finally met his dad! The man’s a good for nothing deadbeat though… I had to give him a mean uppercut. (Leorio clutches his bicep triumphantly)

KURAPIKA

you mean...?

LEORIO

I punched em’.

KURAPIKA

(owlish) you... (chuckles delicately, the air seems lighter now) punched the Ging Freecs, Gon’s father?

LEORIO

(Boastful laugh) Yeah, He didn’t know what hit him!

KURAPIKA

Impressive.

(beat)

KURAPIKA

Leorio.

LEORIO

...Yes?

KURAPIKA

Did I ever tell you... (struggling to articulate his words seemingly for the first time in his life) Did I ever tell you what happened... The day my clan was massacred?

(LEORIO shakes his head, serious)

KURAPIKA

(the light changes to a mellow blue, somber music and stuff plays, it”s peaceful and a little bittersweet.)

I was... foolish. overconfident. We lived in a hidden forest, closed off from the outside world. I got this idea- that If I could make it to the outside world I could find a cure for my friend, (hesitates, lip quivering) Pairo’s, blindness. I-I thought we would explore the world together.

I begged the chief to leave, and studied for weeks until I was ready... (beat, he begins choking back tears) I promised Pairo... I promised him I’d come back, I-

It’s my fault. I-I- should’ve been there- why was I... I’m the only one left, Leorio.

(the lights dim, red spotlight on KURAPIKA as he sobs into LEORIOS arms, and he can’t seem to stop for several beats.)

(KURAPIKA calms down with the help of LEORIO who is soothingly rubbing his back. The color spotlight goes back to normal)

KURAPIKA

(Wiping his tears and coming back to his senses) My apologies... I don’t know what came over me I-

LEORIO

Hey, hey it’s okay. Don’t worry about it (LEORIO removes KURAPIKA’s hands from his face and replaces them with LEORIO’s own. He uses his sleeve to wipe the remaining wetness from KURAPIKA’s face, after: they gaze into each other’s eyes and stay there for a beat. The light flashes red for a second, and a little ding like sound effect plays at the same time before they look away simultaneously.)

(LEORIO clears his throat and stands awkwardly)

LEORIO

I’m gonna... (gestures off stage) Do you want some tea or something?

(KURAPIKA nods awkwardly and silently. He watches LEORIO walk off stage)

(After a beat, KURAPIKA’s phone rings and he picks up)

KURAPIKA

...Yes. Yes, understood.

(KURAPIKA gets up from the couch, he looks sad for a moment but straightens up. He grabs his jacket from the chair near the couch and begins walking off stage in the opposite direction as LEORIO. he stops, looks back, and hesitates for a moment but ultimately makes the decision to leave.

The lights dim and come back up after a beat to show an empty stage, LEORIO walks on with a smile on his face staring down at the two coffee mugs hes carrying.)

LEORIO

I didn't know what kind you wanted, so I kinda jus- (He looks up and notices the empty room and stops.)

(Lights dim, curtains close.)

END.

thank you so so much for reading till the end!!! :D I hope you enjoyed it even a little bit lol

again if you have any constructive criticism and suggestions of what I can do better please lmk :)))

[breathplayed]

12 - do you ever have trouble focusing on writing? how do you get around that? 

I need tips! xD

YES i have severe adhd it's been real fun trying to function in a society

what i do (some tips are replicable maybe some r not lol):

write when i Want to.... ofc this urge doesnt always strike, sometimes u do have to go force urself through a block, but i will listen to a fic playlist or daydream about the fic and it will make me Want to write down what im thinking about. having that actual desire helps lol. bc then, even if my brain is having trouble focusing My Heart/Dick still want to write so im more likely to keep pushing instead of give up

borderline sensory deprivation honestly, i can't listen to music or watch tv or anything when i write or read or think, so i blast white noise in my headphones and get completely sucked into the doc lol

i make a separate desktop on macbook that is just two windows, the fic outline on the left and the doc or writing program on the right. that way if i go to open a tab to google something for the fic i dont see other windows/tabs of Fun Stuff i was doing before that might distract me lol

i use the Forest extension with all social media blacklisted so that when my attention wanders and i open a tab to go to twitter or whatever by muscle memory, the extension puts me back in my place with the big "Ur gonna kill ur tree if u proceed" screen and im like "UUUGGHHHH thats right im supposed to be writing FIINEEE ill go back"

know when and how to give up..... sometimes writing rly isnt working but it's still good to try, if the words arent coming out right i try to settle for like. ok well i'll open the outline and i'll read over that, or reread earlier part of fic, to see if it reinspires me. if its really not working (if ur too tired/frustrated that will show in the writing style ukno) ill at least add bullet points of what the next parts of the scene should be. maybe i dont feel like writing fancy pretty sentences right now, but i can come back tomorrow and see the quick idea i jotted down on what i was thinking of doing next and that gives me a good jumping-off point

it helps to have external accountability!!!! write with a friend holding each other to a certain time period of Working on it, or just open a sprint site that has a global sprint bc then u can see other ppl working and it feels like ur racing them. body doubling with adhd helps with this too, if u go to a cafe/library and see others working it keeps u focused (like im not gonna open youtube and start watching some stupid shit with others able to see over my shoulder, im gonna Open My Doc)

this last point is only applicable if u have a stimulants prescription for adhd (or buy it somewhere i guess lol) but i definitely am 20-1000x more productive when i take my meds. the hyperfocus is way easier to kick into. sometimes when i pop my silly lil pill i can write like 4-7k average in a 3 hour sitting

Best of luck... Never give up........ also helps i think to pay attention to what conditions work for u and replicate them, like where u write best!! last summer i got one of them fancy clicky raised key keyboards + a riser for my laptop and that made typing fun, ill probably return to it eventually i just have it packed away atm

[one-coming-is-enough]

hello mr(?) jesus sir(?)

do you have any advice for humans with executive dysfunction that do nothing on quite important projects until 2 hours before its due?

thank you,

anon

Ooof. Honestly, I have a hard time with that kind of stuff too. I don't want to do the unpleasant or boring parts, so I just put it off until I can't anymore and next thing you know I'm getting arrested by some Roman soldiers with no idea as to how I'm gonna wiggle out of the "holes in the wrists" part. Not to mention I will totally pick and choose prayers to answer first... Inner peace is just a lot easier to administer than legal justice or finding someone's lost keys. Or even making other people be quiet so someone can sleep.

Human brains are reward-based, more often than not. So there's a couple things I do.

One, the easiest one, is giving myself an external incentive to Do the Thing. I'm not talking "you can watch TV after you do it", your brain will be like "I'm just gonna watch TV." Make the circumstances themselves positive. You can put on that music you like, eat your favorite snack, light that nice incense... While you're doing the thing, and only during. Then you have something sensory that's good to focus on while you're doing it.

The other thing is to bore yourself into it, which is harder. Force your brain to get tired of the thing you would actually rather do, and then it'll turn to the Thing you Need to Do as a source of novelty. I don't recommend this often, but if you know you're wasting time on something really unproductive, sometimes talking yourself into getting bored with it can help.

You also have My permission to imagine Me looking either cheerfully helpful or disappointed depending on which motivates you more! Jesus wants you to get that bread.

If you're really struggling, you might also want to talk to a doctor. Caffeine and other stimulants can help with focus, but everyone's brain works differently.

And I accidentally put a poll here, so I guess that means we're crowd sourcing your question!

[winderlylandchime]

So the reports from my cousin are: she went to my moms house and asked how my brother was doing and my mom didn’t waste a single second. She went right into it saying that “he’s watching some tv show his sister showed him and now I have to suffer because of that’ My dad apparently was not having it because my brother tried to call him= no luck, so then he texted him AND emailed him and all that it said was ‘did you ever build a swing set like a father is supposed to?’ The answer is no and he is confused where this came from. He also agrees that the doctor is clearly giving him too strong pain meds bc this is not normal behavior (narrator: unfortunately it is bc my brother while he has his smart moments, his one brain cell is fighting for 3rd place most of the time and they also both know this but i guess distance makes the heart grow stronger since we are plane rides away). That was about it except that my mother did decide to share that my brother annoyed her so much that she decided to look up the show, so that she could threaten him with spoilers if he doesn’t leave her alone. However she only remembered the word ‘queer’ at which she said to my cousin ‘i don’t get it, it’s just makeovers? Where did he get a Brian from?’ (She accidentally looked up queer eye and gave up) this is when my dad yelled out ‘I TOLD YOU ITS DRUGS! And the fact that he was dropped as a baby once by your mother’

So that’s about what it is from the family. I do unfortunately have to go take care of the moron now BUT i will send reports tomorrow from 2x03 and 2x04 and if he decides to watch any other major moments that we as a fandom care about. And i hope your meetings went okay and that at least the idiot that is my brother put you in a good mood :)

Oh blesssss dear sweet anon. Your poor suffering parents who want to believe that this is the drugs talking but, alas, it is anyone with a heart who watches QAF. And your brother may be a bit dumb of ass (affectionate) but is very pure of heart. He love our boys.

I am giggling that your mom found Queer Eye and not Queer As Folk!

Thank you for your well wishes for today. My meetings went well and I’m home now with my fur babies and spouse.

[creativeflowers87]

febuwhump day 14

CW: Blood, injuries

AN: my brain really did do "no thoughts head empty" when I was writing this

This is a continuation of last chapter!

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Someone put a weird dirt lump just outside Calixto's backyard.

More specifically, the dirt is just on the border between its backyard and the open woods. Whoever put it there clearly knows how to make Calixto annoyed.

With a sigh, Calixto strolls over to the the door, quickly grabbing its shovel as it makes its way out the back door and onto the porch. She then heads back over the backyard, wincing a little as it steps in mud.

"Shoot," it says, then, "...I've spent too much time around Em."

Calixto approaches the lump of dirt. It's way bigger than it seemed when it was indoors. Curious, it kicks at the side a little, and a hole forms, showing that it's hollow. It walks around the thing one last time. If Calixto didn't know better, it would swear that it was something more like a shelter than just a glorified, manmade anthill.

It hums, starting to uncover the top, first, then works its way down. Surprisingly, it breaks quite easily. It was probably either made recently, or in a rush, or both. Calixto kicks in the side a bit more, before glancing inside.

It's Nyxie.

Calixto physically steps back in shock. Nyxie took all the effort to get from her place to Calixto and Emery's, without telling either of them, just to prank them like this?

It blinks once, twice, just to make sure it isn't dreaming. It then shakes its head, and lightly presses its hand onto Nyxie's arm.

Nyxie flinches, but otherwise doesn't respond.

Calixto frowns, taking a better look at her. Nyxie's considerably more scratched up than when it last saw her, and as she moves around to another side of her, it can see three distinct clawmarks down its leg.

Even knowing that Nyxie can't be zombified like piglins or something, it's still incredibly concerned about its friend. For good reason as well, as when it looks over a little further, it sees a puddle of blood under Nyxie's leg.

Not knowing what to do with this, it decides to call for Emery.

"Hey, Em?" Calixto shouts, "We have an issue here!"

After a stressful half-a-minute, Emery's head pokes around the back door. Her hair is mussed a little, and she's still wearing pajama pants. "What?" she says, "I was sleeping, I'll have you know."

Calixto stares vaguely in her direction. "Just— get over here."

Emery huffs, but jogs over anyways. "So, why am I here— shoot," she says, eyes growing wide as she sees Nyxie on the ground there. Calixto sighs. "See what I mean?"

"Yeah," Emery says, "Jeez. Uhm, where do we put her?"

The weirdness of Emery's statement almost makes Calixto start to laugh, but it stops itself. "I dunno," it says instead, "On the couch, I guess. Can you help me get her inside, or somethin'?"

Emery pauses, then nods. "A'right," she says, starting to heft Nyxie up, deadweight and all. "C'mon, follow me."

Calixto blindly follows Emery inside. Nyxie is somehow still dripping blood, and as they walk through the kitchen, Nyxie's blood and the mud on Calixto's feet mix together on the tiles.

Finally, though, the trio make it to the couch, and Nyxie is set down. Calixto grabs the med kit, and watches as Emery starts to bandage up the wound.

It isn't sure whether it's watching Nyxie or Emery.

With that new thought bouncing around in her head, Calixto relaxes against the arm of the couch. There isn't much else to do, now.

"A'right, I'm done," Emery says, and Calixto lets out a breath it didn't know it was holding. "Great," it says.

They sit in silence for a while. Calixto shuts its eyes and breathes for a bit, not realising how tired it is.

It really needs to sleep, huh?

[francebaby]

im going to hit my movie quota of the year by hanging out with my hill friend and our newish friends, how are we watching a movie every time we hang out

does everyone else do this.... wait actually yeah. i guess i did watch shows and movies when hanging out with everyone i know. god the brain worms.

it's nice though. we watched the grey man last night and that was fun. i like action movies where its just one guy kicking ass for a few hours. and chris evans character with the ridiculous mustache was fun. god everyone in that movie except the little girl was so deranged. classic cia.

watched the boy and the heron the night before. and last week we watched the invitation. good horror movie. i really liked it, it was almost like i was at the dinner party myself getting incredibly anxious over the awful atmosphere. it was a very maybemaybemaybe kind of movie.

they hung out without me a few days ago (nbd, i was battling my inner demons anyway) and they watched scott pilgrim cuz my friend somehow hadnt seen it all these years. again, chris evans.

we were joking that we were becoming a movie club. ive been telling people all year that as much as i like movies, i tend to not watch anything unless im forced to (ie im hanging out with ppl and they put a movie on). probably the depresso... but i seem to be doing ok. like i actually got through a few chapters of higu? soon i can start umineko lol

we started the movie at midnight and my friend crashed on his redbull like 5 minutes into the movie... and he drove us there. i didnt mean to spend the night but i didn't mind tbh. it had been a while since i slept over at someone's place. the problem was we drank wine and i didnt bring my meds and i guess that combo made me Incredibly Awake. me and my other friend were like wide eyed staring at each other at 4am like "i am not sleepy."

hanging out with them made me realize i need to leave my house more often hhhh. sorry guys.... i miss u.... when finals is over this week ill be free from the shackles of stress and ill bug da group chat more...

[starlightkun]

HOLY SHIT YOU HAVE ADHD AS WELL?! I JUST STARTED RITALIN THIS MONTH HOLY SHIT

Its crazy finding out so many people I admire have adhd as well. A youtuber i watch (jessica kellgren fozard) also found out she had adhd recently and i also found out that park bom has it and ive always felt really connected and sympathetic of her struggles. I guess since our brains all function similarly, we probably found the way others with adhd talk and present themselves easier to understand and more relatable even if we had such different lives and interests. It makes me feel less alone and really protected knowing that there are successful and lovely people who have succeeded without sacrificing any of the traits in myself which I used to hate and instead outwardly projecting and celebrating it as part of them.

It makes me feel really hopeful for the future since ive been surrounded by so many really driven and successful people at school and was beating myself up for things that I didnt know was adhd.

p.s. im so happy that adderall is working so well for you, im starting at low doses of ritalin at the moment and was facing quite a bit of side effects which were quite tough but you being so happy with your results makes me more optimistic and excited about continuing this process.

-✨anon

omg i love jessica kellgren-fozard! and yeah, i was technically diagnosed w adhd in 2017 but my psychiatrist never actually told me or (allegedly) my mom. and my psychologist at the time looked me in the eyes and told me i dont have it. but i've been struggling a lot recently with just doing daily functioning tasks, and i've related to ppl w diagnosed adhd for so long i've always suspected i had it?? so i recently requested my medical records from my old adolescent psychiatrist and literally first session in 2017 she diagnosed me w adhd primarily inattentive type. and just didn't fucking tell me. so i finally got a new psychiatrist and he was like "oh yeah lol let's get u on some adderall rn wtf"

yesterday was just day 1 on the lowest adult dose tho and i am having some side effects (suppressed appetite, sleep disturbances) but they're pretty manageable imo. im used to a depressed appetite from another medication so i have strategies for nutrition like this, and hopefully that and the sleep will even out after a little while (even if they dont, it's worth it imo. like i simply cannot keep living like i have been. i had a cardboard box from an online order sitting on my living room floor for 5 months bc i just. couldnt pick it up for some reason. i didnt have the pick-up-the-cardboard-box button in my brain. for 5 months. but yesterday i threw that out and cleaned my whole kitchen easy peasy.)

i really hope you get your medication sorted out! i know the struggles of adjusting meds, and side effects, and switching, and the like (i think i've tried like 10? for my chronic migraines in 2 years) and ik it can rlly suck :// but i wish you the best!!! we've got this!

[finsterhund]

My first impressions on the Ahsoka series (first two episodes)

Okay while I was still high and teetering on the edge of using trigonometry or whatever to judge the location of my grandparents farm using the curvature or the Earth I had a friend say "AHSOKA IS OUT HAVE YOU WATCHED IT YET" presumably followed by spoiler memes. So I did not open Discord and instead I watched it. After all I had a good experience watching some of the latest episodes of The Mandalorian while dealing with my pain med gummy silly boy side effects but oh my god no. God please help me.

There are reactions to the first two episodes of the Ahsoka show here. I repeat there are reactions to Star Wars spoilers after the readmore. For fucks sake do not click the readmore unless you are prepared to experience secondhand spoilers through the disease riddled brain of a mentally ill problem child who watches Star Wars and is incapable of not thinking about dogs.

I did not really have anything coherent to put to paper until Sabine stood up the dumb public appearance thing. Because that was a very Red Spot thing to do. Did not even realize this was Lothal at first because I guess I was too zooted. And then the Red Spot things intensified and I had a bit of an autism about the whole thing. BRO NOT SABINE PULLING A RED SPOT AND THE ENTIRE TIME IM LIKE YOURE NOT GONNA MAKE IT YOU ARE LIMITED IN SPEED UNLIKE HIM but then it turns out through manner of character relations and akira bike slide she succeeds at what she was trying to do without needing to aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Sabine Wren Red Spot character parallels yay. Depressing though that not even the rebels/new republic are conscious enough of the sufferings of, let's be honest, a former child soldier, to understand that the type of trauma these sets of circumstances this type of character has gone through really fucking needs therapy. They're trying to parade her around like a show dog too for fucks sakes. No wonder Sequel Trilogy Luke regressed so bad and had spaniel rage moment on Kylo. Conspiracy theory hat time. The empire was based on the US, the Rebels the Vietcong. George said so in an interview. Disney sips that sweet American government nectar so maybe they're intentionally trying to make the rebels and New Republic look bad to try and make what black and white mortality almost, and in some ways literally into something more grey and more "it's good to uphold the status quo unless you have cool powers. But you DON'T get cool powers in real life so..." I'm exaggerating how I feel but I'm aware of how the US military funded the MCU. Also owned by Disney. So hmmm. Still. I never figured the New Republic was this out of touch. God now that I'm actually getting my creative energy back I finally may be able to sit down and read the Thrawn Trilogy like I've wanted to for six thousand years except Cazza died and I lost the ability to turn off my dyslexia(???????) but anyways I might actually be able to now to actually assert the most widely accepted extended universe canon for this era. See if Disney is wildly deviating or not. I intentionally made modern Power Island backwards in a way I always thought the Rebels and New Republic weren't but we saw a lot of fucked up new republic fumbles in the latest season of The Mandalorian too so I've just gotta accept the New Republic is more on par with Modern Power Island's infuriatingly dated approach and repeated incidents of shitting the bed which fucking hurts me thanks didney

Really mixed feelings about this show so far tbh. Still technically high as a kite and I keep fucking thinking about pikmin. It is really fucking hard to not think about Pikmin when I have having an autism about Pikmin and also I am watching Star Wars which is also an autism and I have had the weed gummy. Everybody make a wild guess what part of episode 1 the End of Day theme earwormed its way into my brain with the force of a semi truck and win a prize. Also the stakes just don't feel high? Like I'm not able to take it as seriously. I'm really kinda upset that nobody is taking Sabine's really blatant survivors guilt and PTSD seriously. I am now pissed off that I'm on the edge of "the lightsaber wound should be fatal" and "if they kill her off before her trauma recovery arc is ever resolved to show how strong little fucked up white dog with the eye crusties is I'm going to be so mad"

And on that note. I have no clue what the dark side apprentice character is named yet. Idk if they said her name or not. But she straight up looks like a little sopping wet shivering white dog with those big goopy tear stains and I am just FUCKING LOSING MY MIND. I burst into fits of giggles whenever there's a face shot and I'm so mad at how fucking stupid I am about it and how much my brain won't let me dispel it. I am physically incapable of not thinking about those little fucked up white dogs whenever she's on screen. There's all these thematic callbacks to Darth Maul in the Phantom Menace with her in the first episode and I'm a huge fucking Phantom Menace apologist but it's completely sidelined in my experience by how she's one of those little fucking white dogs. The lightsaber fight was awkward and janky but it is fully believable because Sabine wasn't force sensitive as far as I'm aware, and Ashoka only briefly trained her with the darksaber in Rebels? Unless this show is implying more. I guess it is because how she's able to have a saber fight at all in the first place not to be too spoilers but wtfff? Both these teenagers, Sabine is still meant to be a teen I think?, are just glowstick baton-ing all over the place and I'm thinking "bruh someone come separate these children before someone gets an eye poked out" and I really don't see how Sabine went down at all. Usually I'm like "Disney Star Wars has too much plot armour" but this time I'm like "bro Sabine is mando and did all that shit in Rebels who fucking nerfed her? Did she find some weird spice-based essential oil through a pyramid scheme and self prescribed it as a sedative for her undiagnosed PTSD???? At the very least she should be able to body the trembling little eye crusties dog. I'd like to stress that a force sensitive "little pathetic white dog with the eye crusties" being taken into an abusive master and apprentice relationship with a skilled dark side user could definitely work, but I really don't think that's the angle they're taking with this character with an extensive backlog of past accomplishments and growth.

Also one of Thrawn's allies just so happens to have the name Morgan and unfortunately my brain refuses to not associate that name with Bantam's Musical Morgan who coincidentally is a sad fucked up looking antique mohair stuffed dog that predominantly was solid white in color.

Oh shit I see what's happening. Sabine keeps getting the fucking shaft by everyone. Everyone except Hera who's been absent. Not allowed to take advantage of her own areas of expertise both in universe and in the writing. It's like they're trying to respond to the critical reception that Rey got without actually realizing that Sabine is an entirely different character with an extensive backlog of past accomplishments and growth.

Oh my god I just noticed eyecrusties has a padawan braid now. I'm assuming that's a new development otherwise I would have noticed by now.

Oh shit I thought Sabine based her lightsaber off of Ezra's but it's actually just his. Okay so I'm still going to assume she's not force sensitive and Ahsoka just tried to train her with the darksaber. Bro am I missing memories from watching Rebels or something(?)

Oh my god can Sabine and Ashoka just talk to each other!? Ashoka have you just shut off your force perceptions about Sabine ENTIRELY? Yeah I know I can tell you have unresolved trauma yourself in regards to Anakin but don't fucking let the cycle of abuse continue as emotional neglect use the force to fucking understand or some shit AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHGGGHHH Also apparently Sabine IS force sensitive????? because lightsaber building droid from the clone wars cartoon said so???? (I really like his live action translation from the cartoon design btw) which I mean???!!! Uhhhhhh!?! Was this hinted at at all? I can't remember. Like she struggled with the Darksaber because she wasn't force sensitive???? I literally did a full marathon of Rebels like a year ago???? Also I really think he should have been a bit more cautious with "the only time you're wasting is your own" thing because she very clearly needs some level of therapy or support structure that doesn't mean she should rush right back into training. Like yeah she's "wasting her time" not benefiting from having an adequate support structure but rushing right back into things to compensate??? Man.

Oh my god the protocol droid choosing the right exact time to bring up a grievance they had knowing full well it was relevant information right at that moment who basically said fuck my job malicious compliance was very relatable for some reason. It'll end my job but it will also destroy your whole career. Fuck your shit up fascist sympathizer scum.

Also just fucking shoot down the hyperdrive transport! I'm with Chopper on this one. Fuck the port. That one Corellian facility committed like treason or something. I understand putting a tracker on it instead I guess but I crave violence and bloodshed and explosions.

Me: please don't do the Mulan thing Sabine: does the Mulan thing Me: screams

Sabine over here hacking off her hair with a knife instead of more healthy coping mechanisms.

Me: sees the eye of sion for the first time Me: wow are they fucking making a stargate or something lmaooooo

And then episode 2 of this two part season premiere is at an end. I struggled to take it seriously but I'm still invested and don't want to wait. I guess that's a good thing but man. I guess I'm underwhelmed. Disney's mediocrity finally catching up to me I guess. Love these characters and don't feel the actors are bad at all but it feels like this is a product of the writing strike even though it was made before the strike. Maybe there's executive meddling at play here that's also reflective of the conditions that lead to the strike.

Also I fucking love the lothcat designs. BABIES AAAAAHYGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH