#here it is. void: shouted into

[pinehutch]

In 2018 I fell down some stairs and severely sprained my right ankle and moderately sprained the left one. Didn't rest long enough . Physio. Recovery took a long time and only ever got me back to maybe 80%? I walked less.

Eleven months later, in 2019, I fell down the same stairs (I was going out to buy some shoes with more ankle support obviously) and severely sprained my left ankle and moderately sprained the right one. More physio, eventually. But I walked less.

Nine months later it was March 2020 and we were in first lockdown for ages. I didn't leave my town at all until the next October. I was afraid of crossing paths with people in parks. My immunocompromised (RA) ass hardly went into the office at all for the better part of three years. I walked less.

Last February, I started a sick leave because my mental health was the worst it's ever been in my life. I spent days and days crying. I had to trick myself into eating with prepared foods and snacks. I slept not at all or, after a change in meds, for 16+ hours per day. Needless to say, I walked very little indeed. I started a gradual return to work in June, half days from home.

Last August, I had a super enormous arthritis flare and my knees, especially the left one but actually both of them, were fucked. I couldn't walk without a crutch or cane for several months, and when I say "walk" I mean "even for just a few feet." I walked less.

I've been diligent with physio this time and I can walk for about five minutes without a cane. But the factors that made me extra sedentary all fall and winter, combined with a desk job, mean that my legs and hip muscles are all fucked up. The piriformis is my enemy. I just got a Charley horse so bad that I yelled; I was lying in bed on my stomach, gently flexing my legs at the knee. This is after massage therapy this afternoon and a muscle relaxer before bed.

So anyway it's actually kind of horrifying to watch yourself become progressively more disabled from the feet up over such a long period of time that you forget what it was like before that. It's worrisome that first ankles then knees and now hips and nothing has recovered all the way.

And the weirdest part is that I'm generally feeling better than I have in well over a year. Which means, I think, that 2024 is the year of. pine's incredibly gradual training montage.

[funnyjokespunperson]

had a vision

[andarateiacantori]

am i crazy or has very little of what bioware has revealed so far been actual "spoilers" and not just very typical game marketing to get people interested in the story... like i get wanting to go in blind of course but then you shouldnt be watching this marketing stuff to start with lol

[lurkingshan]

I can’t tell you how refreshing it is to see a bl lead with a fit but normal looking body that doesn’t appear chiseled from stone and completely dehydrated. Also not missing the way the lighting is making Mut’s darker skin appear luminous. Rak and the camera clearly think he’s beautiful and I agree.

[soft-girl-musings]

toby stephens covered in blood

[valorant-reverie]

[27dragons]

Countdown to 2025: Jan 1

Arranged Marriage AU / Marvel - Winteriron / Fireworks

There were fireworks at midnight to celebrate the marriage. To celebrate the end of the war.

The end of the war was, Tony could agree, worth celebrating. Too many lives had been lost. Too many resources drained. Too many families broken. The end of the war was a good thing, no question.

The marriage... Well, that remained to be seen, didn’t it? Tony glanced sidelong as his new husband. 

James was watching the fireworks, his expression impassive, betraying neither wonder nor disdain. It was much the same expression he’d worn when they had first met in person, a week ago, and when they’d sworn their vows to one another earlier that day. Not a man for displays of emotion, it seemed.

Tony suppressed a sigh and looked back up at the display. “Do you not like the fireworks?” he asked quietly.

From the corner of his eye, he saw James turn to look at him. “They are pretty enough,” he said, “but the noise is unpleasant.”

It was hard to argue with that. “I suppose,” Tony said, not looking away from the fireworks, “that to have something beautiful, one must sometimes endure a little unpleasantness.”

After a pause, James said, “Is this -- me -- the unpleasantness you endure for the beauty of peace?”

“Are you so certain that it must be unpleasant?” Tony wondered. 

“I am maimed,” James said, with the most emotion he’d displayed so far. He rubbed at his shoulder, just above the empty sleeve.

“A lot of people were hurt in the war,” Tony said. He tapped absently at his own chest, the scar left by the wound that had nearly killed him. “That’s not so bad.”

James grunted. “Once, I was pleasant. I knew how to be charming and dance and talk and say flattering things. That man, he is gone, and will never return.”

Tony shrugged one shoulder. “Flattery and dancing and charm are for courting,” he said, “and we are well past that. I need to know only one thing of you: will you treat me with respect?”

“I-- That is my intention, yes.”

“Then everything else can be managed.” Tony faced his husband directly. “Let me decide whether I find our marriage unpleasant, rather than trying to make up my mind for me. Unless you think you’ll be the one in an unpleasant situation?”

James stared at him, and he stared back. The lights of the fireworks lit up James’ face with strange shadows, but Tony was almost certain that, as the crowds gasped and cheered at the finale, he saw his husband’s mouth curve into a smile, just for an instant before James looked back up at the display above them.

“Something beautiful,” he murmured, almost too quiet for Tony to hear, and some sort of tension eased in him. Louder, he said, “We must have fireworks every year, for our anniversary.”

“What a splendid idea,” Tony said, and thought that, just perhaps, there might be something to celebrate here, after all.

~

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Happy New Year!

[nancywheeeler]

jonathan harker is emailing again. surely this time things will go differently for him.

[sadgaywhorewolf]

to my trans homies: if you haven't changed your gender w/ your insurance and medical providers, now is the time. i'm in the process of getting my name/gender legally changed and once it's done with my insurance, my doctor is going to prescribe my hormones as being a Cis Endocrine Problem, not a Gender Affirming Treatment. obviously this is not a perfect solution but it absolutely makes me feel safer.

my first concern with this was accessing treatment related to being trans/my agab, but from what i looked up: under current law insurance cannot deny you treatment even if it doesn't correlate to your gender in their records. barring this, things like regular gyno or prostate exams can be billed as preventative care in general, not linked to sex. i think a transmasc could get top surgery as a treatment for his Unfortunate But Cisgender Gynecomastia, but i believe that would depend on the coolness of the surgeon. i'm not sure how mammograms would be dealt w/ and i'm not sure what options a transfem could finagle for this unfortunately.

from what people have told me and stories i've heard (so take w/ a grain of salt) insurance will (currently) still cover things that don't line up with the gender in their records, but it sometimes takes back and forth, so it's best to get pre-authorized for a procedure if you are able.

but if you are going stealth... godspeed and my condolences for your unfortunate (but completely cisgender in nature) endocrine problem.

[mecharose]

would u guys still like me if i posted art w gore in it 🥺👉👈

[marvelyningreen]

Does Julia know that she created the guy of all time in Eugene Finch? I hope she knows.

[icedb1ackcoffee]

Ecologist!Reader aesthetic | Corrupted by Design | Feyd-Rautha x Reader

You stood out compared to the Harkonnens, in more ways than just one. You wore loose clothing: rich brown pants or skirts and deep greens tied around your torso and arms, sometimes flashes of red or blue—all washed out under any sunlight. You carried with you strange jars and herbs, your dark, sunblocking glasses atop your head if not perched on your nose, your waist satchel stuffed with samples—you must have looked completely alien to their more minimalist sensibilities. “You dress oddly for someone from the Imperium,” one of your workers remarked. “Is it your goal to one day turn into a plant, and not just look like one?”

Corrupted by Design (Rated E)

[funnyjokespunperson]

picking up ryan erzahler by the head and squishing him like a stress ball. /aff.

[daydreams-and-honeybees]

Florist! willow and kindergarten teacher! hunter send tweet

[lurkingshan]

The On1y One really said what if we take a slow burn romance, make it much much slower, add a bunch of weird side plots to stall for time, and then end it with absolutely no release and no resolution.

[soft-girl-musings]

my mom doesn't like how stoic pedro is on my calendar, she tries so hard