#i felt nausea

[empty-dream]

Just watched Maharaja (2024).

Watch blind. The less you know, the better.

[elbiotipo]

If you've ever read about the Ant People of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, you will realize that the fantasy of a post-nuclear holocaust society where everybody just rolls up their sleeves and gets to work and builds quirky microstates with flags and such (happens a lot in post-apocalyptic fiction) is just fanciful thinking. If a nuclear war happened, people would be subjected to the worst hell possible, with no hope of rescue or relief. It would be a complete destruction of any kind of human society where the bombs fell.

War on itself is hellish, but I think people don't realize what a nuclear explosion actually does. It does NOT vaporize everything into nothingness. It reduces cities to rubble, and traps people under that rubble. But the heat pulse is the worst thing. It blinds and deafens people, it melts their skin from their flesh and their flesh from their bones. People walking without direction into the river, dying in piles. I have no words to describe what I've read about Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The details are out there, if you really want to know. It's one of the most harrowing, painful things I've ever read.

This has happened, two times, two times a city full of civilian was destroyed by such a weapon. No matter how much the US historiagraphy tries to say it was necessary to end the war (untrue) and no matter how much they try to downplay it (some today even say a nuclear war would be "survivable"), we have seen what a nuclear weapon does to a city full of people. If you want to know, you can know. You will feel pain and regret, and that means you have humanity. Unlike the ones who ordered that bomb to be used.

[rileys-battlecats]

they should invent a me that doesn’t feel like throwing up

[vicsbasement]

Is the scene in the new snippet taken from the Maria/grief fic? :P

You absolutely caught me. It is! I don't know, there's something about that moment in time for me that compels me to write it over and over again. I keep going back to it because I remember that first time we saw the picture of Charles and Carlos driving out of Maranello and to see Charles there-- they already knew, you know? And they couldn't say because there wasn't anything official. But there's this whole headcanon in my head that Charles didn't, couldn't, let Carlos go through this alone because the announcement wasn't supposed to come this early, right. So when Carlos called he picked up. When Carlos needed him, he went. I don't know. Anyway! I did say you'd win another snippet so this is another one for clingy!charles. Enjoy! Carlos was sure that nothing was amiss. He was sure that Roberto just got in his head, but—as he stumbled out of his car in FP2, Charles was the one to grab his arm to stop him from falling. Why was Charles there?

“Hello, mate!” Charles says; a light tone to his voice, cheerful and sweet. Almost too light, like it was forced gentleness. Carlos would be suspicious if he didn’t feel like he was about to hurl.

“Care to hand me over to Gigi? I’m not feeling too well.” Carlos declares, a bit of his polite front waning when another roll of nausea hits him as Charles removes his hands from his back. Carlos starts to take off his helmet and balaclava, hating the sensation of the fabric dragging against his sensitive skin.

“Fred told me this.” Charles sounded… admonishing, like he wanted to make Carlos feel bad for not telling him he’d been having a hard time keeping his food down since yesterday. “You guys heard him, where’s Gigi?” Charles gets something in his eyes when he turns serious. Carlos has seen it a couple of times before, even directed at himself, but his garage—well. It’d come alive with his instructions, with Charles’ tone.

Two mechanics scrambled out of his seat to look for Pierluigi as Charles grabbed Carlos’ arm again and made him sit in a corner. When Carlos felt he wasn’t about to keel over, he let his body fold into himself and his back curved. Carlos just wanted to sleep. The pounding in his head was worsening, the nausea came back with a vengeance, and Charles was looking for—his isotonic drink, of course. That would help a little with the nausea.

“It’s behind you.” Carlos said, and Charles turns sharply and grabs the drink, offering him the straw between pinched-tight fingers. Carlos doesn’t hesitate, but Charles seems to notice the gesture—his fingers a little too close to Carlos’ lips and mouth, so he recoils, albeit gently.

“Thanks.” Carlos murmurs, and Charles nods. He looks fidgety, like he wants to help more but he doesn’t know how. Pierluigi must be looking for medicine to stop the nausea, that’s probably why he wasn’t close, maybe he went to the Ferrari hospitality for his medikit. Charles seems to get an idea and looks for a wet towel, and hands it to Carlos. The heat is stifling and it’s making everything worse, his mouth fills with liquid and Carlos feels like he’s about to throw up in front of the whole garage, when he feels Charles’ gentle hands press the ice-cold towel to his forehead.

“They told me you had a fever?” Charles asks, sheepish. He removes the towel for a second and replaces it with his hand, looking for the pulse point right behind his eyebrows and using his wrists to gauge the temperature. “I shouldn’t have put the towel before, I don’t know if you’re still—”

“I think I am, yeah.” Carlos says. Charles is using both his wrists to gauge his temperature, now, he’s basically cradling Carlos’ head between them. And Carlos gets a good look at Charles; the frown, the pursed lips, the demeanor, and Teto’s voice echoes through his head.

“He’s clingy.” He remembers. But this is not clingy, this is just worried. Right? Just worried.

Pierluigi arrives at that moment and sees Charles cradling Carlos’ head. He raises an eyebrow, a silent question, and Carlos just shrugs as Charles makes space for Pierluigi to lean down and ask him about his symptoms.

As Carlos is trying to recall what’s causing him discomfort he feels how his mouth fills with liquid again, he starts slurring his words, the world turns on its axis and he feels as he’s fading slowly away, the last thing in his vision Charles’ expression of  utter worry.

[thrilling-oneway]

One thing prsk teaches us is that Tsukasa would do numbers at a gay bar but he would never go to one because as far as he's concerned he's straight

[surskip]

guys i fucked up at work yesterday and accidentally wore away like a 3x4 inch area of paint off the wall so you think my manager will mention it to me on my shift tomorrow

[its-chips-main]

im a week late with this thought but

wild life session 2 was literally just what trying to eat is like for me on a normal day........

[fishfingersandscarves]

I love having chronic illness and experiencing I Went Down The Stairs Too Fast And Now My Heart Is Racing And I Feel Like I'll Throw Up

[goldkirk]

.

[bamgamronpa]

im fixing him

[tjerra14]

Frozen Wilds, Aloy posing edition

meanwhile, Ikrie

[autogeneity]

think today's session I was meant to have exploded or something

[beauzos]

having a fine day today but still anxious. that's annoying. just sitting here being anxious and nauseous because i dared have food earlier. i don't LIKE it.

[geddy-leesbian]

probably not going to get to go to the prerelease but I want to put on the outfit I planned anyways and do my makeup but also it feels weird doing that while my mom is in the hospital but also it's not like there's anything I can do to help her

[bitstitchbitch]

just dry heaved because my period cramps are so bad that they’re making me nauseous. I share as a reminder that this isn’t normal. If you have menstrual symptoms extreme enough to make you throw up, it’s time to see a doctor. I have endometriosis, but there are other medical conditions that can cause extreme period symptoms.

[saminthea]

Is it appendicitis or just fibromyalgia and a stomach bug? Guess we'll see in the morning!