#i just want my antidepressants

[pastafossa]

MY GD DAY.

Me to Pharmacy #1: ok so I called in the prescription on Friday and now i have no pills, is it ready? Pharmacy #1: we called the doctor but they haven’t filled it, maybe call them Me to doctor: ok so I called in the prescription, can I get it filled? Doctor: we didn’t get a request from the pharmacy but you should have like ten auto refills??? anyway we can put it in Me to Prescription Status Checker: so is it ready now Prescription Status Checker: yes... wait no, now it’s gone Me to Pharmacy #1: it said yes and now it says no??? Pharmacy #1: it didn’t get called in to here, it got called into Pharmacy #2, they should have it Me to Pharmacy #2: don’t say it Pharmacy #2: we never got it called in, but it shows up at Pharmacy #1 and we won’t be able to give you medicine until tomorrow if you go here Me to Pharmacy #1: please Pharmacy #1: we show no order, just a request Me to Pharmacy #1: but i did all the things??? Pharmacy #1: ...did you move by any chance? Me to Pharmacy #1: yes? Pharmacy #1: Ok so you have two accounts, one with your meds with the ten refills and one without. that’s so weird, idk why no one fixed it and it’s probably why you’ve been having issues every time you try to refill, anyway i took the old one off Me close to crying: THANK YOU BUT ALSO MY MEDICINE, PLEASE DEAR GOD Pharmacy #1: right yeah uuuuuh, half hour maybe? i think we can get it done before closing

[sforzesco]

"Since you've named yourself after Julius fucking Caesar, perhaps I'll follow in your lead and choose one of the conspirators." "Interesting," says Giuliano. "Should I worry about finding you at the center of some kind of conspiracy that ends with my death?" "Not from me," replies Ascanio. He sounds tired. "Not anymore."

informally, some kind of. conversational follow up to the last comic. I'm trying to get the atmospheric conversational whimsy out of my system because I have a vision of the vatican as a body in active decay, a point of infection spreading out and poisoning the well, a jaw unhinged that people walk into over and over, and I am so close to figure out how to convey this visually. maybe.

[loganlermanstanaccount]

I have opened tumblr for the first time in like 3 months and I just want to say thank you for all the asks and lovely messages whilst I've been MIA!!! I'm always overwhelmed by the love and support for my fics but idk this time it hit like crack. love you all and now my exams are coming to a close I hope to be writing soon. gonna answer some asks in the meantime whilst I have the energy. cute little life updates in the tags 🫶🏾

[bruhstation]

of fucking course the best, most harrowing, most gut-wrenching tugs character only appeared in one episode (a bit of ramble in the tags)

[waitineedaname]

feeling completely insane about The Author And His Protagonist™️ this morning and now I'm thinking about bingqiu too, and like. Airplane of course wrote Luo Binghe to be everything he wasn't, this cool and powerful stallion protagonist. And he also wrote him to be what the readers wanted, especially as time went on. But there's bit of himself embedded in Binghe -- his insecurities, his fear of abandonment, his loneliness, his hunger for love. Those vulnerabilities are hidden away under layers of strength and stallion badassery in PIDW, but for Bingmei, they're laid bare and ratcheted up to eleven

And then Shen Yuan. He of course loved Luo Binghe The Protagonist™️ but he fell in love with Luo Binghe, the real person with insecurities and fears and strange ugly edges to his personality. He saw this carnival mirror reflection of Airplane's flaws, and he wanted nothing more than to wrap Binghe up and love him and care for him and soothe those insecurities

If I was Airplane, bingqiu would be like therapy for me

[nazskoll]

i would have taken care of him guys, i would have given him all the knives he wanted (unsharpened) and a trained emotional support chicken, i would have gone fiSHING WITH HIM, I WOULD HAVE BEEN THERE 😭😭

[spacemanxpaninis]

Your f/o is so supportive of you taking your meds. Especially if you’re new to it and feel like they wouldn’t want to deal with someone who takes them. You sadly admit that you do but they just pull you close and tell you there’s nothing to be ashamed of, you can’t help it and they want you to feel better. “If these are the things that make you feel better, then how can I do anything but love them?”

[rudnitskaia]

yay a week until my 29th bday ✨🔥😎🔥✨

[hashtag-dads]

Guess what came early!!!!!!!! :3

[seashellronan]

i love being a silly little girl, i love knowing that i don’t know everything and taking in new things with bright open eyes and loving people with my whole heart and being kind and learning and playing and singing and dancing and being sensitive and wearing my heart on my sleeve and telling people how much they mean to me and meeting everyone with open arms and seeing the good in them! i have a big heart and i want to fill it with warmth and laughter and light and love and kindness

[cold--carnage]

my fucking spleen ??? really ?? the fuck even is a spleen ????

[ridhearts]

rest {vil x reader}

Vil comforts you after a rough day.

!! information !!

characters: vil

reader: gn

cw: none!

The Pomefiore lounge was only half-lit, a shadowed hallway leading to the far wall where Vil sat on one of the plush purple couches. The flickering candles cast him in a warm glow, bright enough to illuminate the papers on his lap so he wouldn’t have to strain his eyes to read. The scarce lighting, you knew, was meant to accommodate you; after so long of complaining about a persistent headache, even the densest of your companions (ahem, Grim) caught on.

Vil looked up from his papers and uncrossed his legs, though he made no move to stand. “Hello, sweet potato.”

“Hey,” you answered, barely stopping yourself from diving onto the couch. Still, you fell with little ceremony, laying across the cushions and resting your head on Vil’s lap. He scoffed, amused at your audacity, but didn’t say anything else about your manners.

“You’ve been making yourself scarce these days,” He commented, not unkindly. His voice lacked the usual firm and severe tone he used throughout the day, though anybody on campus could tell that he usually spoke softer around you. Still, this time he kept volume down to something soft and tender, wrapping around you, sound and snug.

“Headache.” You felt on of his hands gently rest on our head for a moment, carding through your hair and drawing soothing lines down your shoulder. “I was getting sick of being alone, though.”

“Forgive me for not offering a more thrilling activity.”

“This is perfect.” You didn’t think you could take any more than resting in a different spot, anyway. “I’m...sorry I haven’t been...much, lately.”

Vil stopped moving his hand, and you could practically hear the unimpressed expression he was giving you. Picturing that small, perfect scowl and the way he was arching an eyebrow, you almost laughed.

“You haven’t been much? Much of what?”

You shrugged. “Much of anything.”

Vil sighed before resuming the comforting pets he was giving you. “That’s simply not true. You’ve been recovering. And before that, you were going through a lot. Perhaps you still are. How are you feeling?”

After a pause, you shrugged and gave him a noncommittal hum. Those types of answers were never enough for him, though. “Better. Kind of. More manageable, at least. I’ll be back on my feet soon.”

Vil chuckled. “You don’t have to make promises to me. It’s important to take care of yourself. Take the time you need. I’m thankful that I got to spend some time with you at all today.”

You took a deep breath, holding it in for a few seconds and trying to focus on anything but the pounding pain in your head: his fingers running through your hair, the warmth of his leg beneath your cheek, the raised seam of the cushion digging into your hip, all of it. Slowly exhaling, you hummed again.

“Yeah. I am, too.”

[mrsmarlasinger]

BRO THE SEROTONIN

[cyberslug0000]

finally went to dentist today after a long time not going and got charged $300 to be told there is nothing wrong with my teeth and the pain I am feeling is just because of my autism

[rigormortisangel]

if i didnt have child services riding my dick i wouldnt be in therapy and would probably just have my regular doctor give me psych meds bc i swear to god a psychology degree just makes people more retarded

[battywitch]

PMDD question:

Does the worsening inability to concentrate, plus the anxiety, anger, and depression mix ever make you feel like your skeleton or nervous system (or both) wants to claw its way out of your meat suit and run away?