#he was super unclean and gross

[morgana-ren]

man your ex sounds like a massive cunt. Destroying your stuff that YOU BOUGHT? The sheer audacity of these men. Not to mention if the smell is as bad as you say, imagine how long he must have not showered or cleaned his room for it to be that bad

Ugh, he is. I basically explained to him in no uncertain terms that there was zero chance of us ever getting back together and he hopped off the deep end of the shithead pool. Since I didn't care about him anymore, he went after what I do care about, which is mainly my books and my stuffed animals, even after I asked him not to touch it and to let me pack it for this exact reason.

He liked to smoke in the house, and so everything of mine smells like cigarette smoke and unclean white boy.

[thelediz]

Sonic Underground 07: Underground Masquerade

I’m watching Sonic Underground in search of inspiration to finish a fic I’ve been writing forever. It’s a sad state of affairs. See the recap of the first three episodes here, if you're interested!

The plot (for want of a better word): The Sonic Underground takes a pack of thieving urchins under the wing to try and bring them to the right path. But surrounded by the life he left behind, can Manic truly let go of his past?

This episode showcases some unhelpful biases and terrible optics. Parental Guidance is advised.

This show really goes out of its way to act like Manic is constantly at risk of betraying Sonic and Sonia in the name of thievery. He’s literally never done anything to even put them at risk, but Sonia (and Aleena’s voice over) act like he’s always a risk. It’s… telling.

So an interesting thing in Sonic Underground: the alignments of the three siblings. In most media, Sonic is Chaotic Good. Sometimes even Chaotic Neutral, because ultimately he only cares about what he considers the right thing to do, and sometimes other people don’t agree. But because here he has siblings, he’s the Neutral Good between Sonia’s Lawful and Manic’s Chaotic. The reason I mention this is because he says the most True Neutral thing ever in this episode: “Any particular reason why we should care?” Which I love. He looks at this kid, and the gold in his hand, and immediately pegs him as bad news on the run from the law. And his response is to not give a single damn until he is given a reason. I just appreciate that bit of characterisation.

And then we have Sonia being a snob, and Sonic being even more practical. They have a musical show to do and their new thief friend has musical ability. Sonic wants the help. Manic wants the fun. Sonia wants to get away from the unwashed and unclean. This is actually a great episode to set up the triplets’ mindsets actually…

Buuuut just as I’m getting impressed, the show screws up the order of its scenes. There’s a scene in the van that clearly should have happened BEFORE thief kid introduces them to his friends, but it happens after. Nice continuity show, well done.

Ah hah… another nice world building bit, with the urchins all saying “yeah, I’ll stop stealing. Just give me another option.” Which is like… yes! Exactly! And… Sonia’s response is “oh, the rich will find a home for you!” which is… so naïve. And no sweet. And so dumb. God DAMN this show and its world! It’s just so good when you look for it!

Except the thing is, the show isn’t trying to make a point, which it proves by having absolutely no sympathy for Manic showing off his skills to the kids, and getting Sonia to lecture him about how she and Sonic are worried he’s slipping back to old tricks.

Which I don’t actually think is Sonic’s concern (he's on mission tunnel vision duty this episode), but whatever. He doesn’t correct her and it doesn’t matter. Moving on!

In contrast to Mindy and her father, the rich guy in this episode is using his wealth and power to smuggle secrets to the Resistance. Y’know. Just to be subtle about the gap between rich and poor in this episode. Skeevy.

Especially when Dingo convinces Manic and the urchins to steal from the rich to fund the resistance. OH NO THE MORAL DILEMMA.

Oh Manic. Oh, you silly, insecure boy. You were my favourite character once.

The SONG: Down on the Bayou… which is not only not appropriate for a ball, but is also super gross in context. Singing about how you’ll do things just like they do in the bayou while Manic is stealing from someone who trusts him… yeah… Optics are a thing, writers.

But at least now Manic appears to have given Sonia a reason for all her ‘Manic’s thievery is A Problem’ nonsense. Though uh, it seems kind of weird that Sonic and Sonia are just letting someone slap cuffs on him for stealing when they usually will get everyone out for a reason. Apparently life and death risks are fine but stealing is the one thing Sonic and Sonia will not tolerate.

And the rich guy immediately turns on them. Of course.

Though you will note that this time their medallions don’t need charging after their song. Consistency? Who needs that?

And luckily! Sleet and Dingo are scheming in a convenient alley and the thief kid can prove himself useful and good in the end!

Ooh, hey, Aleena not only showing up but making herself useful! Who knew she was capable?

Yeah… yeah. Nice world building. Kind of… awkward though. Yeah…

The counters! I'm adding one because I've realised it's going to come up:

Sonic implying less than 100% American heterosexuality: 2

Sonia's super-strength: 1

Sonia's in love with Bartleby: 1/37

Manic's Thievery Is A Problem: 1

Come back tomorrow if you want to know more!

[marshmallowprotection]

Slight tw for sort of health stuff and blood mentions

GE Saeran or Ray bc...my babies...with an Mc who is sort of a Germaphobe? Recently I have this awful habit of scrubbing my hands in the sink for super long, until they crack and bleed 😭 because I have a crippling fear of getting sick, I hate it its the worst ever, I have other chronic health issues caused by covid and ever since I've been just insane about germs. It's bad but sometimes I even scrub my hands raw just after holding or playing with my dog (and I hold and love on him FREQUENTLY) I have this like contamination thing, even the slightest brush up against something I deem unclean, i'm at the sink. it's bad. My hands look so gross and are in so much pain I can hardly move them from how much I wash them.

It's a bad habit and I know it needs to be fixed. I'd love some Ray or GE comfort about it ❤️ your writing always makes me feel better.

GE Saeran knows a compulsion when he sees one.

He isn't sure how many times he would have to do something for the sake of doing it so he wouldn't feel like he was going to be punished. It doesn't matter if it didn't make sense to anybody else in the room. He had to do something to make sure that it didn't feel like the walls were going to cave in on him.

For example, one way for him to gain control in a situation is to take a cold shower.

He will always revert to doing this even as he moves forward in his healing journey, because the only thing he can think to do to stop himself from feeling negative, is to shock himself. It's definitely not the best coping mechanism in the world but it's better than some of the others and he can learn how to find a better way as he goes forward.

It might not be the same as the compulsion that you deal with for your OCD, but he understands the sentiment. Understanding some of what you're feeling, it allows him the opportunity to be able to empathize and figure out the best way to help you feel comfortable again.

Sometimes, you can't help yourself and you have to go through with the compulsion otherwise you're going to feel like the end of the world. You have to follow through until you come together again. You don't need to feel ashamed of yourself for doing all the things you need to do to feel safe.

Even though it can be very distressing to know that you shouldn't be doing this to feel better. If he does know anything, it's that telling somebody that they shouldn't be doing something and that they should feel bad about it isn't going to help them. The best way to help somebody you care about is to treat them with kindness and respect in their moments of vulnerability.

So, in what ways does he try to make things better? Well, when you need to wash your hands, he has lotion ready so they don't dry out and cause further pain. That's the last thing he ever wants you to go through. It's hard for you to navigate your comfort in the long run, but minimizing any aftershock is essential to him.

It's a small thing in the grand scheme of it all, but it's better that he is able to understand what you feel and why it's not okay to force you to change your coping mechanism when you're not ready for it. This situation needs time and care, both with a therapist to help you with immersion therapy and the support of someone you trust in your life who won't make light of your pain.

"My love, I know people want you to think this is all in your head and that you've got control over it... but, I understand this isn't something that you can stop overnight. You need to breathe and forgive yourself for the hard days... I know you'd never let me feel ashamed when the compulsions I experienced suffocated me for so long... I want to be there for you the way you were there for me."

[shellxrls]

i am under the personal opinion of if the dick or balls smells, don’t fuck because that’s ✨ unhygienic ✨

guys his cum is rank, and he doesn't shave. his balls are not gonna be the cleanest i'm sry 😭. if its any consolation i don't think its a super gross unclean smell i just think its very musky & sweaty just like how his body wld smell.

[nerianasims]

Okay yes great but she has one opinion that always drives me nuts. She says DAYD is better written than most fanfiction.

No it's not! It's so much worse! Having basic grammar and a big vocabulary does not make someone a good writer! It is the purplest thing that has ever purpled, and this is from someone who likes purple. But this level of purple is suffocating. Not to mention the misogyny and darkity darkness of it. But just from a stylistic perspective, it is awful.

Purple prose needs real feeling behind it. Andy's writing does not have that. It's super gross and when I read what I did of it, I felt unclean. From the content, yes, but also the style. He could have written Neville and Hannah skipping through fields holding hands and I would have still been grossed out purely because of how he uses words.

DAYD is not written for fun, for art, to tell a story. It's not even written for normal fandom popularity reasons. It's written to manipulate people on a deep level. And, horrifyingly, it worked.

Strange Aeons has released her DAYD video! She summarized everything very well and brought in a ton of primary source material, including audio clips from Andy's appearance on Potter Fic Weekly. It's an excellent follow-up to her Bit of Earth video, and together, they provide a thorough introduction to who Andy is and what he's done without being overwhelming.

[50-beetles]

ROTTMNT Headcanons

Turtle Biology! (All hc’s are based on facts about their species of turtle!)

They all brumate (hibernation for reptiles) a little bit. Donnie and Leo have it the worst. It mostly entails them sleeping a lot when it gets super cold. 

While they really enjoy human food, each of them enjoy turtle food to a degree (Mikey-least, Donnie-most)

Donnie

Ate a frog for $25 once and liked it and now he freaks Mikey out with it 

He can swim the fastest, but sucks at running

When he was very, very little he bit Raph hard enough to draw blood

His bite is just a powerful as Raph’s but he doesn’t brag about it because he would never put something unclean in his mouth (w/o adequate compensation)

Leo 

Ate a frog for $5 once and liked it so he and Donnie gang up on Mikey to freak him out 

He likes nonverbal communication a lot and prefers it when he’s in a mood 

He sunbathes and tries to convince the others to come with him 

When it gets super cold he and Donnie bundle up for what Donnie calls “The Brumation Period” and Leo calls “The Super Nap” and they just sleep on the couch together for like three straight days

Raph

He once bit through a table leg 

When the temperature gets crazy he gets picky and really fussy

When it gets too cold he takes long naps in his room and enjoys alone time all cuddled up. He leaves the door cracked so that he can still hear his family

He does that thing when swimming where he’ll grab peoples ankles underwater  (will cry if someone grabs his ankles)

Has a great sense of smell 

Mikey 

Was terrified of water growing up and didn’t learn how to swim until very recently

Used to tease Donnie that he could go in his shell so effortlessly while Donnie couldn’t at all (before his battle shell)

When brumation time rolls around Mikey’s room becomes a total mess and he just collects all kinds of garbage that he surrounds himself with 

Ate a bug once too see if he liked it as much as his brothers liked their turtle food and he thought it was gross

[fpwrites]

could i get kirishima, izuku, aizawa, mirko and overhaul's reactions to having a SO that drinks way too much caffeine for it to be healthy? im talking like, two full mugs of coffee almost the size of their face to wake up and willing to drink more throughout the day if offered. coffee obsessed.

I feel so called out right now like ??? I drink like a lot of caffeine soooo.

EDIT: I forgot Aizawa R.I.P i’m sorry

S/O Who Drinks Too Much Caffeine

Kirishima

Okay, this boi is basically a cup of caffeine himself alright?

Like look at his energy lmao.

I can see him being a lil worried tbh but at the same time, being super hyped about the amount of energy and shit you get after. He’d take advantage of the energy you get in the meantime, offering to do all sorts of stuff with you. Like training, dates, etc.

But then he’d be super sad if/when you crashed.

You can bet he’d take care of you. Give you lots of water and get you electrolyte powder to help you recover.

More importantly, if he was worried about you having too much and people kept offering you coffee or caffeinated drinks, he’d just be like “c’mon babe, how about some water or juice?”

He’s like a Designated Driver ok

just watches you and makes sure you don’t drink too much basically

definitely drinks his fair share thoo so i mean

Midoriya

As much as Midoriya seems like a literal ball of energy given form, I can’t see him drinking a lot of caffeine.

Maybe like a bit of an energy drink on a night he has to study, but even then, I think he’d prefer a tea instead.

Having an S/O who drinks a lot of caffeine would kinda worry him. He’d just worry about how that effects your health and stuff, constantly being like “ARE YOU SURE YOU SHOULD DRINK THAT STUFF” “MAYBE YOU SHOULD TRY A TEA INSTEAD” and offering alternatives.

He wouldn’t be trying to be mean or to change you, he’s just a worrywart and he doesn’t want you to hurt yourself with how much you drink.

Even so, he’d be surprised at how much you’re able to drink and the amount of energy and productivity that comes out of the amount you drink. Lowkey takes notes on it in his notebook.

When/if you crashed, he’d take care of you without complaint or without saying “I told you so” (he’s not that kind of guy). Has more of a water stock than anyone you know.

Miruko/Mirko

She’d think it’s fucking adorable, not gonna lie.

Be impressed at your threshold and would be that little shit who just keeps offering you more, just to see at what point you say no.

Also kinda wants to see what you’re like at like max caffeination.

She’ll never admit it, but she is a little worried about it.

Even so, it’s none of her business. You’re your own person and it’s your body. Do what you will with it.

Aizawa

Caffeine???? lmaoo this boi literally lives off of caffeine.

He would go cup-for-cup with you.

it’d become a competition.

a huge joke about who could drink more and not die.

he’d send you snapchats throughout the day like “my 5th cup” or some shit.

like HE DOES NOT CARE.

in all seriousness, he would be throwing back the water tho too and would encourage you to do the same and if you didn’t, well.

he’d force it down you.

and not in the sexy way lmao.

like mirko, aizawa doesn’t care what you do with your body.

just as long as you take care of yourself.

Overhaul

Overhaul doesn’t like the habit at all. He believes putting such things in your body is, well unclean.

He does his best to keep you from doing so which can lead to some more than unfriendly conversations between you two.

He frequently lectures you on the impurities involved in coffee-making and the various points at which germs can enter the process, which simultaneously disgusts you and fascinates you (he’s so smart but gross!).

If you insist on doing so, he’ll demand that you drink more water than coffee and do weekly cleansings of your body to remove these “impurities”.

[whoreshijima]

I’m gonna rant lol ignore if you wanna

I’m gonna chat about body issues and acne and stuff so Yeha :))

I’m not ugly, I’m not. I’m cute and I’ve got a nice smile and I’m blonde and blue eyed like I know I’m cute

But my skin is so so bad and it’s reallt beinginf me down at the moment, I could wash my face and 10 minutes later it could be dripping with oil and look all greasy and gross. My large acne sections on my face are coming back wnd they’re super hard to hide and I just feel so gross without makeup on 🥴 I thought I was getting better with being bare faced but apparently not when I wake up to four new spots and cysts sprouting on my face

And I know acne isn’t ugly but I just feel so gross and that people only see acne as being unclean and unsanitary and that’s not it

Plus I have really bad body acne, so even on my good body days where I’m accepting of my curves and softer bits, I don’t want to wear cute tops because my back and shoulders look gross coveted in blackheads and spots 🥴 I’m nearly 21 and I look like a 13 year old just hitting puberty. I’ve struggled with it ever since I can remember wnd it’s just making me feel so sad and ugly recently, Everytime I go to the doctors they tell me it’s just hormones and that it’ll go but it doesn’t and I’m just so so fed up of feeling ugly and unworthy of someone seeing my skin

Like I nearly had a hookup the other day but I cancelled cause he said he wanted to to do doggy and that meant looking at my back covered in spots and blackheads and it’s so unsexy and it’s so so gross on my back when it just adds to the rolls and redness of my skin anyway.

Anyway

Rant over thanks

[stan-denbrough]

I like to imagine that growing up, Stan likes Bill, but he doesn’t want to touch him. When Bill tries to hold his hand, Stan complains. He scrubs his hands afterward, but he says he still doesn’t feel clean. It’s equal parts germs but also feeling Bill’s body heat and also sweat just makes Stan feel unclean.

When Stan kills a bug in his room, he literally goes months or even years without touching that part of the wall/floor again. If he finds a spider crawling on something he owns, like a book or an item of clothing. He throws it away without a second thought. He’s a major arachnophobe. Everything a spider touches has to be annihilated, otherwise it’s like the spider is still there. It’s tiny little arthropod feet have forever tainted everything they walked on. 

When Bill leans in for a kiss, Stan recoils. He thought he made it clear in elementary school that sharing fluids with other people is just about the most traumatic thing he can think of, and now Bill wants to touch their lips (worse, their tongues) together?? The audacity! 

And Bill is starting to think that something is wrong with him, maybe he’s disgusting, and Stan is grossed out by him. But Dear Richie, who’s known Stan longer, just sighs, pushes up his glasses, and says “You just have to learn not take it personally. He really likes you Bill, but he can’t show you that in a conventional way. Think about how hard that must be for him.” 

And Bill is super down about it all, but he supposes Richie is right. Stan spends all his time being with Bill, near Bill, and showering him with affirming words and fond looks. But Bill wishes there could be physical intimacy too.

Stan’s hands are dry and cracked and bleed all the time from how frequently he washes them. I doubt Stan would ever swim in the quarry, with all that stagnant water that the Losers literally all spit in? Just thinking about it makes Stan’s skin crawl, and he often scratches himself.

Richie has seen the angry red nail marks so often he’s used to them, which makes him sad. Stan also picks at his lips and ears the most. 

Going with canon compliance, the fact that Pennywise put Stan’s face in his mouth, and that Pennywise’s true form is what looks like a giant spider. Is it any wonder why Stan was so traumatized? I mean those are just my headcanons about what specifically triggers Stan/would play into his OC(P)D, but it makes sense that Stan would refuse to come back to Derry. 

Stan hates bugs, and he hates bodily fluids. That’s my official headcanon. That’s not the only component to his OC(P)D or anxiety or autism. But it’s an important one!

But it’s not all bleak. Eventually Bill gets Stan to let him touch him. Bill starts rubbing moisturizer onto Stan’s hands, and chapstick onto Stan’s lips. He starts to show Stan documentaries about bees. “I know they look kind of weird, but aren’t they also kind of cute? They pollinate all of our food. They’re helpful.” And the next time a bee flies near Stan he doesn’t break down sobbing and Bill holds Stan tight and holds out Stan’s hand and lets the bee flit by and kiss Stan’s finger and Stan feels the tingle go all the way up his arm, feels his brain telling him to scrape the skin off, because that’s a more practical solution than immolating his fingertip or cutting his whole fucking finger off.

But Bill just mutters in his ear that he’s going to be okay. And Stan just breathes, and tries to find his center. And that feeling doesn’t fade for hours, maybe even days, but he starts to get a sense of triumph the longer he tells that feeling that it has no power over him. Until days later, he reconciles that yes, a bug touched him, and he didn’t do a single thing about it, and he’s fine. 

And I’m not saying the power of love “fixes” Stan, but something’s gotta give if Stan is going to even try to be a functional adult, which canonically he becomes. So I think eventually he’s just so tired that he accidentally breaks some of his rules, doesn’t complete a compulsion all the way through. And with the help of therapy and medication, and Bill’s support (don’t forget Richie’s support too!) Stan learns that he can manage his extreme phobias. He can compartmentalize his obsessions. He can redirect his compulsions. He can cope. He can grow. 

And while that hard work is thanks to him, his meds, his therapist. He tells Bill and Richie so often it’s getting repetitive that they saved his life. And yes, one day Stan fully slams Bill into a wall and just shoves his tongue in Bill’s mouth because he doesn’t care about Bill’s saliva or any of that, and it feels so fucking good! 

[bloody-oath]

Imagine the slashers taking care of a toddler...

And the award for the most indecent parent goes to…

Jason Voorhees:

⋆ Misunderstands the term babysitting and almost literally sits on the child. The kid just looks up at him like, what have I done to you to deserve this? ⋆ Absolutely, under no circumstances, allows the child to get anywhere near his machete. Jason is protective like a mother hen and also doesn’t permit the kid to stray too far away from him. ⋆ Praises the child with head pats when they finish eating a meal, teaches them how to play catch and pretends like he’s awestruck at their strength when they lift something super lightweight. Jason wants this kid to be confident and have the childhood he never had.

Michael Myers:

⋆ This is uncomfortably awkward. Michael is staring down at the kid, the kid is staring up at Michael, they both squint and neither breaks eye contact; it’s a Mexican standoff. ⋆ What is it doing? Why is it pulling that face? And what’s that smell- oh my god. Michael doesn’t mind getting his hands bloody, but blood ain’t shit, which means it’s time to evacuate the premises. ⋆ He straight up leaves the kid alone in the house all day because fuck it. Who cares what happens to the kid after that personal ‘attack’ he endured.

Freddy Krueger:

⋆ He only has to look at the kid and the poor little thing is terrified and in tears. ⋆ Tries to cheer up the kid by tickling them. Whoops! The kid has to dodge the knives by doing a Matrix™ backwards lean. ⋆ Nearly gives up trying to please the child until he shape-shifts into a Care Bear and suddenly the kid has all the love in the world for him. Freddy is downright humiliated though.

Leatherface (Bubba):

⋆ You get a piggyback ride! And you get a piggyback ride! Everyone gets a piggyback ride! The kid is basically on Bubba’s back for most of the day. ⋆ They are just two peas in a pod; nothing but ongoing silliness and, believe it or not, Chop Top has to stand in and be the responsible guardian. ⋆ Makes up a secret language with the child. It’s just them trying to speak normally, i.e., talking nonsense, but they both seem to understand each other.

Brahms Heelshire:

⋆ But he is the one who needs to be looked after, not him looking after someone else. Just met the kid but already dislikes it. ⋆ Doesn’t allow the kid to touch anything except the floor because his family’s expensive heirlooms are not toys. ‘Here, play with the carpet.’ ⋆ Catches the toddler touching the life-sized doll and feels like punting the kid out of rage, but puts the child in a time-out corner instead and goes to lie down. Much headache, very sore.

Chucky & Tiffany:

⋆ The kid doesn’t care if they look a bit creepy because they’re talking dolls! Doesn’t understand why other toys don’t speak though. ⋆ Chucky comes off as arrogant at first, but soon acts friendly and attempts to persuade the kid into switching souls with him. Old habits. ⋆ Tiffany finds the young one to be adorable and tries her best to look after the child; shooting Chucky a glare when he suggests to perform voodoo and makes it clear to him that it won’t be happening.

Hannibal Lecter:

⋆ Doesn’t touch the child much because children are unclean, dirty little creatures and he’s not about that life. ⋆ Takes the child to a museum, specifically to an insect exhibition, and explains why the moth is the most beautiful living entity. Grosses the kid out. ⋆ Tells the kid unnerving bedtime stories about how he murdered his victims, which one was his favourite to kill and what human flesh tastes like, all nonchalant. The child doesn’t understand and just listens to what sounds like pure gibberish.

Pennywise:

⋆ He cracks jokes, makes balloon animals, and throws confetti to put a smile on the kid’s face. It works. ⋆ Unlike Hannibal, he shares funny bedtime stories and ends up laughing more than the kid. If the kid giggles, it’s because they’re chuckling at the sound of his laugh instead of the tale. ⋆ Dresses the child up to look like a miniature version of himself and squeals with delight when the kid says they want to be a clown when they grow up.

Pinhead:

⋆ The undesirable groaning could be heard from space. He does not handle kids. ⋆ However, he’s surprised the child isn’t afraid of him and wonders if he should take this opportunity to introduce the kid into the dark world called Hell. Supposedly mould the child into his successor. ⋆ Well, that thought rapidly vanishes when the child abruptly vomits on his robe and then becomes airborne; Pinhead summoning chains to wrap around its body and hurling it across the room.

Billy Loomis & Stu Macher:

⋆ The toddler they look after turns out to be an absolute nightmare, and if sex education didn’t turn them off having kids, this demon child will. ⋆ 'You handle it!’ 'I handled it last, it’s your turn!’ 'I don’t know what to do!’ 'Fuck it, let it cry then!’ 'When will it stop crying?!’ ⋆ They end up sticky-taping the child to a wall because it’s much easier this way and occasionally feed it and give it water to make sure the kid doesn’t die on them, like a plant.

John Kramer:

⋆ Shares wisdom with the child and teaches it a life lesson; to always value their life and be respectful of others. The kid listens and nods but doesn’t fully comprehend. ⋆ Picks up Billy and pretends to be a ventriloquist. Amused, the child demands for more every time he’s about to set the dummy aside, so this goes on for a good while. ⋆ Asks the child how they would torture a victim. The child replies, ‘Giving them a bath when they don’t want one.’ John simply smiles.

Cujo:

⋆ 'What makes you a good nanny?’ 'Woof!’ 'Alright, I’m convinced. You’re hired.’ ⋆ Doesn’t do much because he’s a dog (lmao), but happily allows the kid to use him as a massive fluffy pillow. ⋆ 10/10 Will lick food off the kid’s face again.

Dracula:

⋆ Plays peek-a-boo using his cape and makes a different silly face each time he pops up. The kid is crying at this failed attempt of humour. ⋆ Leaves the kid alone for five minutes only to return to almost witness a death; the child is standing on a windowsill, ready to jump because they want to be a bat too. ⋆ Tries to feed the child a bottle of blood and it comes back up just as fast as it went down. Lesson learnt.

Leprechaun:

⋆ His accent just makes the kid laugh uncontrollably. He cannot be taken seriously. ⋆ Allows the child to handle his gold but regrets this decision when the kid tries to push a piece of the treasure up its nose. Why is it when a kid gets a coin they think, 'there’s only one place to put this; up my nose.’ ⋆ Now they’re spending the rest of the day in the hospital waiting room. People keep approaching him, thinking he’s in a costume, and asking him where his pot of gold is. He says, 'Up this fucking kid’s nose.’

[imagine-loki]

Giftless

TITLE: Giftless CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 27/50

AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: 

Imagine that you are Stark’s niece and you secretly share a strong relationship with Loki since he entered the crew. One day you get hurt so bad during a mission that you are about to die.  Loki knows a spell that will save you and share his immortality with you but you and he will be linked forever sharing thoughts, pain, emotions…

RATING: T NOTES/WARNINGS:  Also on AO3 click here

When you started to wake, the first thing you recognized was Loki’s voice. He must’ve sensed that you were beginning to stir, as that was when he started to speak.  “Stay calm, darling. You’re safe,” he soothed, his voice gentle and calming.  

You recognized his voice and forced your eyes open to look at him. Even that was too much effort. You were exhausted.  What came after exhausted?  That’s where you were.  Drained, body and soul.  

You finally looked around and recognized that you were in the infirmary.

Why were you in the infirmary? Why were you the one in the bed? Why was your head on fire? You felt like someone had dumped acid through your brain. And it was so loud, like everyone was chattering. Except that there was no one around. You felt so raw and bruised. “Loki?” you asked, hoarsely, your voice weak, like you’d been screaming all night from nightmares. Why was every moment so hard? You moved to sit up and he had to come help you and prop you up against the pillows. “What happened? Why are we here?” you managed to get the words out. You knew it was bad, though, for you to feel as awful as you did.  

How the hell had you ended up in the infirmary?

You almost never ended up here.

Loki hesitated, but finally answered. “You were drugged at the party last night.” His tone was soft, gentle, a healer’s gentle croon.  “Healer Julia told me that your memories might be affected this morning. They will return soon. It is a side-effect of the drug,” he waited for you to nod, to acknowledge and verify for him that you had understood his words. You nodded for him, though it made your head hurt even worse.  Gods, how could your head hurt even worse? “How are you feeling?” he was being overly cautious. 

Something was wrong.

Very wrong

You couldn’t lie to him, especially when you were obviously in such back shape. “Like someone poured acid through my brain,” you admitted softly.  

He gave you a tiny, wan smile. “That is a fairly apt description,”

“Loki, what happened?” you asked, truly concerned now. He was never like this. Even during the worst things that happened to him, he made jokes and made light of the situation. But whatever had happened to you had him shaken. You felt the stress and worry scraping painfully against the raw nerves in your brain. Items around the bed started floating on their own.

“Darling, I know that it is difficult, but you must remain calm. I will tell you what happened, but know that it was terrible. Before I begin, I have to warn you…” he hesitated. You took his hand for comfort. He gave you a real smile then.

“Tell me,” you bid him. All you wanted was to crawl off of this damn hospital bed and into his arms. You couldn’t do that. You were here for a reason and needed to stay in the bed. 

You then decided you didn’t care. You weren’t hooked up to any machines or anything. If the infirmary staff didn’t like it, they could just get over it. You managed to crawl out of the bed, despite Loki’s protests. When he figured out what you wanted, he helped pull you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around you to hold you there safely. You laid your head on his shoulder and felt you could finally relax. “Tell me, Loki,” you bid him again now that you were safe in his arms.

“What happened last night…blasted open your powers. That is why you are feeling like your mind was scrubbed with acid. Any small emotion is enough to set them off today. It will take awhile for the part of your mind that handles control of your powers to heal. I cannot help either,” he added before you could ask him to fix it.  “Today your have to be extra careful. Any use of your powers will be quite painful,” he explained gently, keeping his voice that careful healer’s croon.  

You weren’t surprised to find out that you had powers. It had been an expectation of all of the supers that eventually you would become one of them. It also… felt right, felt like part of who you were.  

It also wasn’t surprising that your powers had appeared now. Whatever happened last night must have been traumatic for you to be in the shape you were in. Trauma could trigger the manifestation of powers. It was such a well known fact that some kids who were desperate to be supers would jump off of buildings to try to force their powers to activate. It worked just often enough that kids kept trying it.

The rest of the results were tragic if one of the fliers weren’t circulating that day.

“I understand,” you told him finally. “I’ll try to stay calm. Will you tell me now?” you asked.  You needed to know what had happened.  

“You went to Claire’s birthday party last night. A couple hours into the party, you sent me a text that only said ‘help’. Tony and I came as fast as we could, but it was too late. That moronic football boy who has been troubling you had drugged your drink. He took you upstairs and raped you,” Loki didn’t mince his words or try to placate you with euphemisms.  You were surprised for an instant, until you realized that it was Loki’s way.  He would tell you exactly what had happened, no more, no less, which you were grateful for.

“Let’s see if your freaky alien boyfriend wants you after this. And I’ll get Stark’s fortune when I put a baby in your belly,” you heard the phantom words of memory. A piece of your missing memories from last night. 

You clutched tighter onto Loki when you heard them, fighting back a sob. Loki rubbed your back and stroked your hair until you calmed again.

“No matter what that asshole said to you, I am not going to abandon you because someone hurt you,” Loki promised. 

You looked up at him confused. “How did you know what he said?” you asked, fighting back you horror. Loki was telepathic, but he stayed out unless invited. You knew he wouldn’t eavesdrop now, not when you had already been violated.

“You were projecting, love. It appears telepathy is one of your powers.” Loki explained gently.  You relaxed in his arms, accepting that explanation. You felt him stiffen, before he forced the next words out. “Now that you know what happened, do you wish to move back to the bed? I will not be offended. I only wish for you to feel safe.” Now he was hedging around his question, but you understood what he was really asking.  He wanted to know if his touch upset you.  

If you felt unsafe with him because he was male. 

You probably should’ve felt uncomfortable with him.

But you trusted him, loved him, and while you felt dirty and unclean, you took comfort in the love he offered freely.

You shook your head. “I’ve trusted you from the day we met. You haven’t hurt me in all the time I’ve known you. You’re not going to now,” you told him softly. It might be awhile before you felt clean again, before you felt like you weren’t violated and broken. You weren’t sure you ever wanted sex again, but you didn’t have to worry about any of that right that moment.

You sat like that for a long while. You saw some of the nurses come by to check on you, but they seemed pleased with this development and let you be.

Until the memories came flooding back. With a quick hand movement on his part, Loki threw a dark green shield around you. You screamed and sobbed when you had to live through that horror again. It wasn’t just remembering. 

You had to relive every single moment of it.

The second the rememories had vanished, you scrambled off of Loki’s lap with more speed than you thought you could muster that day, and grabbed a nearby bowl, into which you were violently sick. You didn’t realize you were kneeling on the cold floor of the infirmary until you realized Loki was holding your hair back while you vomited. 

You looked up at him when the feeling of nausea passed. He offered you a hand to help you up from the floor. You stared at it for a moment before you took it and let him pull you to your feet. He settled you back in the bed. 

You realized he was looking green too and you wondered why. Had puking really grossed him out that much?  

Loki got you a glass of water and finally lowered the shields around the small room you were in. “Thank you,” you murmured.  You knew he’d helped you a lot, you just didn’t understand how much.

“I am so sorry you had to live through that, darling. I’m sorry I wasn’t fast enough to save you,” he told you, looking haunted and horrified.

“You…saw?” you asked, hoping against hope that you hadn’t made him relive it with you. 

He nodded.  For all that he was the god of lies, he wouldn’t lie to you. “Your power rose too fast and you got under my personal shields, which is a very impressive feat, my dear. I only just got the shield up to protect the rest of the compound,” he explained gently.  He really didn’t want to upset you and trigger more powers.  

“I’m sorry,” you told him, feeling more drained and raw than you had when you woke.

One of the nurses came in then. “I felt a… disturbance. Is everything ok in here, Kat?” she asked you, assuming that Loki had done something to upset you.  It was a safe assumption given the circumstances. 

“My memories from last night came back,” you told her. She nodded and gentled her look. “When can I go home?” you asked her, fighting to control your emotions and keep the emotion out of your voice. You hated hospitals.

“Soon, dear. We just need to run a couple more tests. Your body is healed, but Fury wants Tela to come up and take a look at your mind and power levels,” the nurse explained. You remembered that Tela always read the power level and abilities of new recruits. “Fury himself will be up to talk to you too,” you nodded again. She left and you let yourself lay back against the pillows. 

You looked over at Loki and gave him a pleading look.  “Will you read to me?” you asked him softly. 

He gave you a real smile then.  It was a taste of normalcy.  “Of course, darling. Any requests?” 

You thought about it for a moment. There was one story you had been dying for him to read aloud. He had the perfect accent for it. “Harry Potter?” you asked hesitantly. He raised an eyebrow, but summoned the book.

“Any book in the world, and you choose this one? It must be quite special indeed,” he replied before he opened the book.

“Harry is an old friend,” you told him, trying to explain in a way that didn’t make you sound like a crazy person. That tended to happen really quickly when you started talking about Harry Potter. “Surely there’s a hero whose tales you’ve read so many times that you can recite them in your sleep, whose tales you keep reading again and again because you miss hearing about them?” 

He smiled then, understanding. “The tales of Hiccup the Viking,” he replied with a fond smile. “Very well,” he turned a couple pages and began: “Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you’d expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn’t hold with such nonsense” His tone and accent was perfect and you listened, enthralled by the tale, no matter how familiar it was. He also had the trick of doing the voices, and could mimic the actor’s almost identically, which made his telling even better.

“Kat?” Tony asked from the doorway. You looked up at him, surprised. You hadn’t heard him since you had been too busy listening to Loki’s telling of one of your favorite books. You waved Tony in. He came over and hugged you tightly. “I’m so sorry, Kat. We should never have left you there alone,” he told you, grief and blame in his voice.  

Uncle Tony always blamed himself when someone he cared for was hurt.

“I’ll be ok, Uncle Tony,” you tried to reassure him. “After Tela and Fury come see me, I can even go home,” you added, acting stronger and more together than you were feeling.

“The nurses said your powers were blasted open,” he said, prying you for information.

“Which makes me feel like death, but it’s nothing rest won’t heal,” you were hoping on that point anyway.  You really didn’t want to feel like death for the rest of your life. 

Tela came up and kicked the boys out so she could do the investigation. She looked in your mind, which was horrible and nearly made both of you puke, and took her reading of your powers. You knew she was going to report to Fury the second she scurried away. Tony and Loki came back in when she left. Loki placed a cold hand on your forehead for a minute, telling you how green you looked. It was soothing, though, so you gave him a smile.

It was only a few minutes later when Fury arrived. “Tony, good, you’re here. You need to hear this too. Sit,” Fury ordered. “How are you doing, Kat?”

“Better once I can go home,” you replied predictably. You really hated hospitals and they all knew it. Tony sat next to you on your bed.

Fury nodded. He was always down to business, and didn’t disappoint you on that point now. “I have a confession to make. I hope you will forgive me, but I know that is too much to ask. Don’t blame Tony, the decisions weren’t his.” 

You stared at him, confused. What had Fury ever done? He had let you stay here even though you weren’t a super and had taken you in and given you a family besides just Tony. 

Fury continued. “This is not the first time your powers manifested,” he finally admitted, cutting to the chase. “At the time, we thought it was best to block them. You were in no shape to learn control at the time. You were a thirteen year old who had just lost her parents. We were going to unblock them when you turned eighteen, after you graduated and could focus full-time on control. There’s no choice now. Tela told me that all the blocks we put in place four years ago have been ripped away in such a way that she can’t put them back if she wanted to, which she doesn’t, since she didn’t agree with the idea in the first place. Apparently, though, when the blocks were blasted away, it ripped away part of what allows a super to control their gifts. Long story short, it’s going to be hard, if not impossible for you to ever learn proper control, at least not until you fully heal. I’m sorry, Kat. We should have told you,”

You glared at him, unable to control the anger and betrayal you felt. 

“Kat, no!” Loki yelled, sensing your emotion flare.  As objects in the room started to float around you.

You tried to reign in the emotions as pain wracked its way through your brain. You clutched your head, sobbing from the pain as all of the objects that had started floating crashed back down. Tony was busy putting out a pillow that had caught fire. Loki wrapped his arms around you gently, trying to calm you, to get your powers back under control.

“You should have told me” you told Fury between sobs. 

“I should have,” he agreed. “But you didn’t see the inferno you created the night your parents died. There was a tornado of fire when we arrived. It took every firestarter, water, and ice super we had to get it under control until you passed out. I’m sorry for the decision that was made, but with that much power, we didn’t see the choice at the time. I’m sorry you’re hurting now and we will do everything in our power to help you learn to control your powers now.” 

You knew now that was going to be a lot harder than it sounded. At thirteen, you had enough power to make a fire tornado while half-conscious at best. Powers only grew with age and time. You should have been spending the last four years learning to control your powers. Instead, they were four years stronger and your control was not. “Get better, Kat. We get to work once you’re well,” Fury told you. That was as much as the stern man was going to give you on the subject. He left without another word.

“Can we go home now?” you asked Loki desperately. “It’s so loud in here,” you felt like you were whining, but you really hated hospitals. Tony looked at you confused.

“Kat, it’s a hospital. It’s quiet almost to a fault.” 

You shook your head. “Everyone’s chattering. It hurts,” Why couldn’t they hear it?

“That would be the telepathy, dear,” Loki told you gently. He held out his hand for you. “Here, let me shield you until we get you home,” you took his hand and felt the shield enclose around your mind. “I will teach you how to do that for yourself later,” he promised you when you gave him a look of such intense relief.

Tony was still confused when you looked over at him. “What?” you asked.

“You were… attacked…” stupid uncle using euphemisms “last night. I didn’t think you would be willing to accept the touch of any man for a long time, if ever, but you’re still treating him like your boyfriend,”

“He is my boyfriend,” you reminded him sourly.  Just because Tony barely tolerated Loki didn’t make Loki any less your boyfriend.

“He’s touching you and you’re not freaking out,” Tony replied, pushing the subject. 

“He’s not going to hurt me. He’s asked permission. He’s careful and a gentleman. He’s not going to pressure or push. He’s safe because he’s my boyfriend and I trust and love him. You’re safe because you’re my uncle,” you explained. It was a hard explanation, you weren’t sure you had it right, but Tony seemed to accept it. He still glared at Loki.

“If you do anything to hurt her…”

“You’ll…kill you ?” Loki asked with a grin. “Evidently, there will be a line,”

“What happened to the…asshole?” you asked Tony, sneaking a grin to Loki who had used such a bad word earlier.

“He’s in the hospital. A vegetable. They’re not sure if he’s ever going to recover. If he does, he’s going straight to jail. Officer Patricia will make sure of it. She’s the one who’s Julia’s sister,” he added at your confused look.

One of the nurses came in. “Kat, dear, Fury came to talk to us. You’re cleared to go back to your rooms whenever you’re ready,” she told you.  You nodded and would have scrambled off of the bed if Loki and Tony hadn’t both glared at you. Neither touched you, though, for which you was grateful. You could trust them, but restraining you on a bed would’ve been too much.

“Kat, I’m supposed to go on patrol. I can get Fury to let me off if you need me…” he hesitated. He hated shirking duty. 

You shook your head. “I’ll be fine,” you reassured him. 

He glared at Loki. “I will kill you if you do anything,” he hissed in no uncertain terms.

“Uncle Tony…” you really wish he’d stop threatening your boyfriend.

“Fine, just be careful, Kat. Stab him with one of your daggers first, ask questions later,” he reminded you.  You knew it was logical for him to be more cautious after what happened, but Loki wasn’t going to hurt you.

“Go do work,” you grumbled at him. He nodded and finally left, still looking worried. 

Once he was gone, Loki stood. He offered you his hand. “Shall we, my darling?” he asked. “Or I can carry you if you are not up to walking,” he offered. You took his hand and let him pull you to your feet.

“I’ll try walking first,” you told him. He nodded and didn’t look hurt or offended, for which you were grateful. You laid your hand on his arm, using him for support while you walked up to your room. We did at least take the elevator, which helped. He hesitated outside of your room, until you dragged him inside with you. “Can you find Beauty and the Beast?” you asked, pointing to your DVD rack. “I’m going to find some real clothes,” hospital clothes sucked. At least the gowns weren’t backless. You still wanted pants, though.

“Would you like me to-?” you shook your head at his offer to dress you with magic. You wanted to dress yourself this time. He nodded and went to your DVD rack to begin pulling movies. Not just the one you had asked for, but others you could watch today. 

You went into your bedroom, closing the door firmly behind you. You changed into pajamas with long pants and a full shirt, not a tank top like you had been wearing. Maybe you weren’t a secure as you were pretending. You knew you were safe, but it still felt better to have full pants, to be more covered. 

Loki smiled when he saw you come back. You felt his shield disappear from your mind and you panicked for a moment that the voices were going to return. Though you relaxed when you realized it was quiet in your suite, so you nodded that you were ok. Loki was already waiting for you on the couch. You sat down next to him and curled up against him, laying your head on his chest. “I nearly forgot,” he held up your bracelet with a shimmer of magic. “I kept it safe for you while you were in the infirmary.” you smiled.

“Thank you for saving it,” you told him and held up your wrist so he could put it back on. “And for saving me,” you added softly. 

“You saved yourself, my wonderful, strong, courageous darling,” he reminded you and started the movie before he pulled a blanket up over you. You relaxed with him. He was safe. You were safe with him, and you would work through the rest together. You rested that day in his arms. There were no kisses, but that seemed perfectly ok with both of you.

You were beyond grateful that he was understanding.

[ohhgingersnaps]

Wow, I'm glad you're Christian Bad Vibes are now a reason to say gross stuff. Christian Bad Vibes are the equivalent of I haven't faced gross oppression or bad laws so these people must be wrong even though they have clearly explained that POOR PEOPLE ARE LOSING THEIR JOBS. But yeah, go ahead and care more about your feelings than the poor. Super biblical of you. Sincerely a Christian who has actually read my bible front to back multiple times.

Hey anon! Thanks for your perspective. I definitely acknowledge that I’m coming to this situation from a place of privilege. To be very clear, I never said that the protesters were wrong in their core message, and I think their intentions were good; it’s the implementation that feels off to me. Since you’re coming at this from a Christian angle, I’m gonna go ahead and lay out how I got to my conclusion.

My primary issue here is with compelling people to participate in the protest. Is protesting these laws good? Yes! But people should be able to choose whether and how they participate in protests, as their own conscience leads them. There’s this one passage in Romans 14 where Paul discusses personal convictions regarding consumption of meat: “One person believes he may eat anything, while the weak person eats only vegetables. Let not the one who eats despise the one who abstains, and let not the one who abstains pass judgment on the one who eats, for God has welcomed him.” And then, later on: “Therefore let us not pass judgment on one another any longer, but rather decide never to put a stumbling block or hindrance in the way of a brother. I know and am persuaded in the Lord Jesus that nothing is unclean in itself, but it is unclean for anyone who thinks it unclean.” So it seems to me that with complicated ethical issues, such as non-lawful protests, it’s very Christian to insist that each participant should be protesting because they enthusiastically agree to, not because their hand is being forced.

And why are protests which break the law a moral grey area? Romans 13 discusses submitting to government authorities; “Therefore, it is necessary to submit to the authorities, not only because of possible punishment but also as a matter of conscience… If you owe taxes, pay taxes; if revenue, then revenue; if respect, then respect; if honor, then honor.” Of course, this passage always has to be taken with a grain of salt, and balanced with positive accounts we have of law-breaking protests in the rest of the Bible. That’s why it’s a grey area. Jesus flipping over tables in the temple, for example, was definitely illegal destruction of property, and it was also an inherently good and necessary thing. Daniel, the prophets, Paul and the apostles– all of these broke the law in protest to follow God’s leading, because morality and legality do not always overlap. We further have to take into account the call that we have, as Christians, to uphold justice for the poor and oppressed. So this definitely shouldn’t be taken as a blanket call against protests against the government in general, including those which involve breaking the law! But for my own personal conscience, I’d likely make other plans for my transportation that day if faced with this type of situation. The thing is, I’m privileged enough to have that choice, but there are a lot of less privileged people with similar convictions who were likely forced to break the law in order to make it home to feed their kids or make it to their night shift, and forcing people to act against their conscience because they can’t afford to do otherwise feels wrong to me.

I’m not saying that the protesters are wrong for protesting by jumping the turnstiles themselves! Just because I personally wouldn’t feel comfortable participating doesn’t mean others shouldn’t. However, for those of us who do feel compelled to follow the law for ethical reasons, or who don’t feel comfortable breaking the law because they feel it might be dangerous for them, it feels wrong to force our participation. I’m particularly thinking of groups who are already subject to a lot of police violence, in stations where there are regularly armed guards stationed to enforce this exact rule– it’s unlikely that I’d personally be in any trouble, but I know of folks who are very particular about following laws for this reason.

Sorry, this got kind of long! I’m not opposed to the idea that I might be in the wrong here, and I’m definitely not trying to speak for all Christians! I welcome more input and commentary, because again, I know I’m coming into this situation with my own biases, as we all do, and I’d like to get as many perspectives as possible so my own can be balanced.

[phalloplastyaustralia]

Okay, so, here’s a bit of a better run down. But still probably not super comprehensive.

Also, here’s a photo of my arm at 7 days. I don’t have any photos of the raw graft, as I didn’t see it.

Arrived at the hospital at 630AM, from there it was basically a whirlwind of paying my excess, getting triaged a nurse, taken through to pre-op, answering the same questions all over again with another nurse, getting my gown and compression socks on, then Dr Goossen came around. He ran through the procedure, asked me if I was 100% certain about going through with it, confirmed I was 150% certain, mum confirmed she was 200% certain. Goossen went through a little spiel about if there were any issues with nurses and if I felt I wasn’t being treated properly, to speak up about. He said that dysphoria can increase while in hospital and that there’s services available to me if I needed them. Note: in all the transition related procedures I’ve had done, never have I had a surgeon take the time to address these things.

Surgery took about 10.5 hours - I was under for an extra 2 or so, as he said that when they opened up my abdomen, they found extra nerves and blood vessels that they wanted to use (which I am absolutely okay with). I was verrryyyy out of it that evening, so I only have vague memories of the conversation I had with Dr Goossen when he came to see me.

I was only allowed a light diet the next day, as they didn’t want me to have to get up to use the bathroom.

The physio came around on Monday (surgery was Friday) to get me up for a walk. We didn’t even make it to the door before I was whisked back to bed as my blood pressure had dropped too low. Apparently I was grey, eyes fluttering and swaying. I managed to get up later in the evening and move over to the chair and have a bit of a wipe down. Got up for a brief walk on Tuesday with the physio, which was incredibly uncomfortable and difficult with the catheter, drain, IV and PCA in. By Wednesday I was getting myself in and out of bed without assistance.

They took the catheter out on Wednesday, which I was grateful for, however it meant having to urinate by myself. With all the dressings, etc, it meant that I was pissing all over myself. This made me feel like fucking garbage and I just didn’t have a good day on Wednesday. My dressings were falling apart, I stunk, I hadn’t taken a shit since Friday, feeling very dysphoric re: pissing everywhere. I basically stayed in bed and slept. Thursday was fairly similar. Dr Goossen came around Thursday evening and switched me to the donut from the initial dressings, which was so much better and improved my mood significantly.

Dressings on my arm came down on Friday. Goossen was super impressed with how it was looking and chose not to change the dressing that was on it, so rebandaged and the OT made my splint and gave me hand exercises to do.

I did think straight up that I had pressure sensation, which Goossen said he’s only had one other patient whose had it so soon, but then when he came back after a few days he made me second guess whether what I was feeling was sensation at the base. And now that it’s me touching it, I truly can’t decipher.

So far, I’ve experienced very minimal pain in the phallus/junk areas. My existing dick has been stitched to one side, as well as one labia minor being removed for the neourethra. That’s been more uncomfortable than painful.

Here in Australia, we use the same method as the UK, where the full thickness graft from the forearm is replaced with a full thickness from the buttocks, rather than a split thickness from the thigh. As such, the incisions on my butt have honestly been the most painful throughout everything.

The nurses said that I was one of the most mobile/independent that they’ve seen, so that’s pretty encouraging. The nursing staff were all incredibly competent and fantastic and I had no issues with them at all.

Today is Day 10.

My butt is noticeably less painful today than it was yesterday, but still the sorest spot. My abdomen incision is sore and my belly there is visibly larger than the other side. I’ve been doing my hand exercises and using my hand as much as I can (not lifting heavy things). I do worry that I might be overusing it, because that’s what I do, but I’m probably not. It’s not been painful, just tingly/stinging/ripping feelings (nerve sensations).

I still have numbness in my thumb, but it’s not as painful as it initially was. We initially thought this was possibly due to the carpal tunnel release I also had done while they were in the area, but it appears it’s phallo relate due to a nerve they usually have to cut through.

I think my biggest issue is with how unclean I feel, particularly in my, know, nether regions. Because I’m not allowed to shower, only song bath, in addition to the dressings on my butt feeling like my asshole is damn near taped together, as well as all the swelling and what not in that area, I feel like I haven’t been able to clean properly. I feel gross and smelly and putrid.

As of yesterday, I’m only take the oxy of an evening and cutting out the morning dose. I had a bit of pain yesterday by the evening, but didn’t notice much difference today.

I’ve got my first post-op appointment tomorrow, then I see the OT for my first hand therapy appointment and dressing change on Friday.

[fire-dwelling]

Fire Force, Chapter 151: ‘Young Man, Assault’”

...I give up.

Ohkubo, go fuck yourself, you misogynistic hack.

Triggers if you hate a shitty mangaka perving on a 17-year-old and trying to hook her up with the older dude who keeps creeping on her.

This is the writer who gave us Maka, Crona, and so many characters--and he’s reduced to this. Seriously, someone, anyone, get Ohkubo some therapy.

Translated from Japanese to Portuguese to English to snarky translator’s notes to maintain my sanity getting through this utter depraved incoherent shit-fest of a goddamn awful manga series.

Goddamn it.

Page 6

Jonah: “Have you finished training? Training, suited to a true hero? The time has come...The bullet of flames will rise. No…”

Page 7

Jonah: “He has come.”

Narration: “Out of the darkness, he arrives: the strongest warrior, Assault!”

Page 8

Assault: (thinking: “During the fight in the Nether, I should have been a support troop and exterminated the 8th...But they had a blessed killer...Tamaki Kotatsu. Despite her innocent face, she is a shameless individual.”) “Grrr. Disgusting.” (thinking: “To defeat the 8th, I need to put an end to her. I’ve trained...Day and night, I have trained endlessly...All to deal with that vulgar, coarse woman.”)

Page 9

Assault: (thinking: “I read porn.”)

Woman: “Aaah...Oooh…”

Assault: “I examined inappropriate magazines and videos...Non-stop...I surrendered myself to those female bodies. Wait for me, Tamaki Kotatsu. I’m coming for you!”

Page 10

At the 8th Cathedral

Tamaki: “?”

The envelope says “A Challenge.”

Tamaki: “ ‘I'll be waiting in the Old Wasteland of the 2nd District.' A love letter from an admirer?”

[Translator’s note: A writer who wasn’t a misogynist prick wouldn’t write this character to be this fucking stupid looking at a note that says “Challenge.” Or the writer would have set up Tamaki as lovestruck or haughty and therefore assuming any letter to her is a love letter, hence the “challenge” is of her own making. But what do I know--I just analyze this shit for a living, and Atsushi Ohkubo is a fucking hack.]

Page 11

The sign says “Wasteland.”

Tamaki: “The Bloody Flame, Assault?!!”

Assault: “You came alone. You’re brave, Tamaki Kotatsu.”

Tamaki: “How are you…”

Assault: “There’s no need to explain to the dead. Die!!!”

Page 12

Tamaki: “AH!”

Assault: “Her panties. Carnal sensation...Damn...I cannot lose here…”

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???: “In real life, it’s different.”

Tamaki: “Ai.”

Assault: “GUAH!”

Hood 1: “Assault failed?”

Hood 2: “It seems his current opponent is powerful…”

Hood 1: “What will he do now?”

Hood 2: “He begins new training.”

Page 14

Assault: “It was absurd to think that I could overcome with just paper and images...Real life is... very different...So!!! I have come!!! I have arrived!!!”

The location is Chupa-Cabra Cabaret.

Page 15

Manager: “What’s your preference?”

Host 1: “Bring out a bottle of wine.”

Host 2: “Welcome.”

???: “Have your breasts gotten bigger?”

???: “Ahaha, you’re silly!”

???: “Saizu-san, are you crying again?”

???: “It’s just that my daughter doesn’t speak with me…”

Assault: “What kind of place is this? I’m shivering all over. But this is training.”

Page 16

Host 3: “Hi, I’m Saki! Nice to meet you.”

Assault: (thinking: “Like dynamite.”) “Ugh.”

Saki: “Huh? Hold up. What’s with the suit? You just run away from a wedding? You hardly seem like a man at all.”

Assault: “I...I don’t?”

Saki: “I would know! You’re different from other men who come here.”

Assault: “I’m not really a man...So I cannot be defeated by Tamaki Kotatsu.”

[Translator’s note: ...A clever writer would work through this idea about the really gross conception by rightwing jerk-offs who think they have to be sexually pure out of their misogyny towards women. Or a clever writer would consider how pornography addiction can debase men as they objectify women. But Atsushi Ohkubo is a fucking hack.]

Page 17

And now, Assault is Forrest Gump. This is not a box of chocolates: it’s just a box of shit.

Assault: “I didn’t think I would be able to converse so well with a woman...I may in fact be a genius. I’m coming for you, Tamaki Kotatsu.”

[Translator’s note: ...Please, for the love of God, tell me these aren’t puns.]

Tamaki: “No!!! Why?!”

Assault: “...”

[Translator’s note: ...Someone, punch Ohkubo in the dick.]

Page 18

Tamaki: “D...Don’t look…”

Assault: “That is such...an innocent, embarrassed face...It’s different when they’re young.”

[Translator’s note: JESUS FUCKING TAP-DANCING CHRIST, SHE’S 17! AND HE’S OLDER THAN DIRT! WHAT THE FUCK?!]

Page 19

Narration: “She’s strong...Very strong...Tamaki Kotatsu...I have never faced such a strong opponent...That is why I have to overcome myself...I am the killer emerging from the depths. I'm the bloodshot Assault! After my third defeat, I waited for the strong winds to blow. This moment cannot escape my vision.”

Woman: “AH! What a weird wind!”

[Translator’s note: You know how people say “I feel unclean, I need a shower”? Is there a way to substitute water with fire and just burn the unclean off of me?]

Assault: “The panties of the young...Her shame is seared into my eyes.”

[Translator’s note: SHE’S 17, YOU SICK FUCK!]

Assault: “My training is complete. There is nothing that can stop me.”

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Jonah: “So...You finally got it?”

Assault: “Yes.”

Arrow: “His arm didn’t move...He stopped my arrow with one finger…”

Jonah: “Assault...has arrived…”

Jonah: “?!”

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The note he leaves is “I’ve come!”

[Translator’s note: ...I’m leaving.]

Jonah: “Assault…”

Page 22

Set up for a dumb joke incoming.

Page 23

Tamaki: “Enough of this! What’s your problem?!”

Assault: “This time will be the last.” (thinking: “I have evolved...I can handle this, no problem.”)

Tamaki: “You’ll never get it!”

[Translator’s note: Tamaki, the dude is super violent and powerful, and you’ve come alone. Seriously, is everyone at the 8th just stupid this week? This ruins the entire fucking point of the series when you can’t hold up a barometer to know when something is truly dangerous and should be taken seriously. Akitaru would let her do this? She didn’t tell anyone? No one follows her? Just...What is this crap? What is the point? How do we go from Soul Eater to this garbage? It’s Chapter 113 all the fuck over again.]

Assault: “Oh, I know ... Like you said, I can’t.” (“I know that oh too well...I can see the result...No matter how many times I try, I can’t win because…”)

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Assault: (“It’s different when it’s someone you like.”)

[Translator’s note: … *vomits*]

Assault: “Come.”

Narration: “No matter how much you fall in love, you have a battle from which you can not escape! In the next chapter, a new arc begins! And stay tuned for the anime announcements! To be continued in Chapter 152: ‘Oze Family.’”

[Translator’s note: This entire chapter sours me on any idea of an anime: this series doesn’t deserve it. Ohkubo doesn’t deserve to be rewarded when he can’t mature as a writer. What a fucking disappointment; what a waste of a person.]

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Blood Under the Skin Review

The episode starts out really bizarre with Finn going psycho on a tiny ladybug for invading their house. As he closes the door, he gets a splinter. There is a detailed closeup of Finn’s finger and splinter. Luckily, this is not nearly as gross as Spongebob’s splinter. Finn’s in a lot of pain. Season five Finn would have taken it like a champ! Thinking about splinters does make me wince, however! I hate how difficult it is to get tiny splinters out. Dick move by Jake to not just shrink down and take it out. 

Finn gets a thimble for his finger from Choose Goose, making his debut. Originally, he was supposed to appear in “The Enchiridion!”, but was cut. The writers liked him enough to make sure to give him another shot. A new viewer may think Choose Goose is drunk, with him swinging his drink (“juice”) around. That’s just his character. He perpetually acts drunk. Throw in his rhymes and Zelda-shopkeeper vibes and you’ve got the loveable Choose Goose! We stan the eternally damned goose at this blog.

A bunch of armored men and Sir Slicer make fun of Finn’s booboo and his thimble. Sir Slicer is a generic tough guy and bully character, but that works fine for his (for all intents and purposes) one-off role in this story. He is the opposite of the Marauders. Sir Slicer is a bully and his toughness is fake. The Marauders are empathetic, good people and are actually tough. Choose Goose’s unaware, embarrassing suggestions for Finn is only making matters worse. Finn can’t afford any of the cool armor at Choose Goose’s stand, despite being rich in treasure. Although, Choogles usually prefers payment in songs or severed heads. Finn apparently forgot about the best armor he has access to, the Jake suit! Choose Gives gives Finn a poem for free. Deciphering the poem leads to trials. The trials lead to the armor of Zelda…I mean Zeldron.

With that, Finn and Jake head out on adventure, our first real Finn and Jake quest of the season. Jake is able to decipher the poem by “feeling the poem”. Maybe that’s Jake subconsciously using his alien powers? He is able to taste the emotions of food in “Abstract”, so it’s a plausible power. Finn has to pass through a bunch of naked people showering. Luckily and conveniently, gobs of soap seem to be covering all the people’s “most private parts”. Finn is so embarrassed that his face turns “Crimson” Chin red. A red faced monster mommy mistakes Finn for her baby and tries to nurse him. Apparently this monster is made entirely out of fur as Jake is able to pull Finn from the fur on her front side, to out of the fur on her back. Doesn’t really make sense but it’s funny! All the while, Sir Slicer has been following Finn to further torment him.

One of the most bizarre moments of the series, and the thing that everyone remembers from this episode, happens. A game of dropball. I’m not going to explain what it is. If you know (which you probably do if you’re reading this), you know. The dropball guy picks up the ball with his hands after…his turn. At first I thought that was unsanitary. But then I realized that since he’s a ghost, there must be nothing unclean about that? Luckily Finn doesn’t try it, and runs to grab the armor while the ghost explains the intricate rules of dropball.

The armor of Zeldron turns out to be “lady armor”. Like, super feminine armor. Finn hates it but Jake proudly wears it. The ghost angrily comes back after Finn and Jake ditched him. He tries to suck Finn’s soul but then thinks Jake is his mama. Jake orders him to go outside to get some sunlight. The sunlight somehow turns the ghost back into a fleshy being and breaks his addiction to dropball. Yeah, none of that made much sense. But, I don’t care because it was really funny. 

Sir Slicer comes to make fun of Finn again. Finn calls him out for following a kid around all day. He has a great point. The whole episode I was wondering if this guy has anything better to do. Sir Slicer basically takes the role of Fear Feaster, being a physical manifestation of Finn’s insecurities. But, at least Fear Feaster has the excuse of being trapped inside Finn’s belly.

This episode is very similar to “The Enchiridion!”. They both feature Finn going through various trials to get a heroic item. They both make Finn question his worth. Mount Cragdor made Finn question his righteousness. In this episode, Finn faces his masculinity in trials designed to humiliate him. It’s a good structure for an episode that I don’t think is overused. I just wish the armor of Zeldron came back at some point. And, another reference to dropball while we’re at it!

Grade: B+

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No literally though the hygiene stuff is very...suspicious. Like Eddie's room is messy, but his shirt is clean, his hair is shiny, he clearly takes pride in his appearance or at least puts effort into looking how he wants in the morning.

Like I am to believe a boy who puts on four rings and shoves a hanky in his back pocket just so every morning, what, doesn't shower? He sewed a panel of a t-shirt into a denim vest to look how he wants, but he doesn't keep his clothes clean?

Listen he's a 20 year old boy/man in high school living with another man who's not always there. I believe he's done a smell test on t-shirts. I'm sure he's accidently shown up to school with pasta sauce down his front when he's tired. But the obsession with him being smelly and unhygienic and his room being gross is...mmm. Interesting.

Like I really think people just love going 'well, actually...' more than anything. Actually Eddie would smell bad, actually he'd hate you being around during hellfire, actually he takes hard drugs. Does he? Would he? Based on what? We only know what we know from canon. That's that Eddie has a messy room but clean looking clothes, sells weed and probably takes ket but IS SHOCKED when somebody asks for the harder of the two. Also as you say he has a super cool uncle who loves him!!! Would he allow Eddie to run about unclean all the time? Methinks not.

Also if I'm gonna get real deep into it I think this about the way some virgin!Eddie headcanons are presented. I <3 virgin Eddie sm, but the second I see 'you're writing him like he's good at fucking but he gets no bitches' it makes me feel insane. Firstly, what do you want fics to be like? All the same with Eddie, what, not very good at fucking lmao? And even then, the aggressive assumption, to me, smacks of people who saw unpopular people in school and assumed they had no life outside of it. Who knows what Eddie gets up to on the weekends? He's a pretty boy who has a van, plays guitar and SELLS DRUGS. Virgin Eddie is entirely possible, but Eddie who fucks casually is also within the realm of possibility. And the judginess just gets on my tits so much.

ive seen people hc that eddie sometimes takes harder drugs like coke just because he probably tried ket for a few times and...its not even implied in canon and we know his domain is weed and sometimes a bit of ket or prescription pills but i dont think eddie would ever want anything to do with harder stuff like coke or crack or stuff. it would ruin his character for me tbh and these hc make me anxious. do you think eddie ever had anything to do with "harder" drugs? :(

Okay first of all, CANON is:

Eddie sells drugs

what he sells seems to be mainly weed, as you said

in his stash with the stronger stuff we see Special K and a few prescription meds (does anyone recognize any of them?)

he searched for half an eternity for his stash with the stronger drugs -> he doesn't use or sell the stronger drugs on a regular basis

Harder drugs is a pretty wide term.

If by harder drugs you mean drugs which (can) cause addiction, like heroin, crack or meth: I'm 100% certain he doesn't/wouldn't take any of these. He doesn't have substance abuse issues. He's not addicted to anything apart from maybe cigarettes (though honestly I don't even think he's addicted to cigarettes either, he was way too chill with Robin taking away his cigarettes. I'm getting more aggressive if someone tries to take a sip of my coffee 😂).

However, in the eighties, party drugs were pretty common so I think it's safe to say Eddie tried some party drugs before from time to time, but the way I perceive him, I don't think he uses them on a regular basis. Plus, the boi has to plan campaigns and learn new metal songs on his guitar and modify his clothes so ain't nobody got time for that😂

But please keep in mind: canonically, we don't know anything apart from the fact that he sells weed and Special K. Everything else are headcanons - and if you want to headcanon Eddie as never having taken any kind of drug apart from weed, that's just as valid as someone who headcanons that he has.

Eddie is the sweetest, kindest, most caring and empathic character in the entire show - you shouldn't let anyone else's headcanons about something that doesn't even say anything about his personality ruin him for you. If the thought is causing you anxiety, you should consider blocking the keywords or blogs where you encountered these headcanons 🖤