#if anyone who knows vaccines would like to tell me please do

[trenchcroats]

Fuck <- just realised they have immunisations again this year

[fingertipsmp3]

No one really talks about how the first period you have after fully coming off birth control will absolutely fuck you up

[russellsppttemplates]

Seb and mama convincing mick to keep a puppy that they found on the street

Tw: mentions a dog getting older, supposed dog abandonment, vaccinations and deworming

"Do you think it's a good idea?", you asked your son, expecting him to give you a more elaborate answer, but, really, what was a five year old going to tell you? "Of course, mama. When papa sees her, he'll want to keep her too if we don't find her family", he said, full of hope.

When you, with Harriet safely strapped to your chest, and Sebastian took Angie for her walk in the afternoon, you came across a beautiful dog who started playing with yours. The street was quiet and there wasn't anyone around, and while the dog didn't look in distress, you could tell that she had had better days, and when you wanted to go back home, Sebastian was worried for her, "what if she doesn't know where her family is? She came some with us, right? We have a big house", he reasoned, eventually winning you over and taking her home with you.

When Mick got home, Aurora went straight upstairs to do her homework, leaving you and Sebastian to attempt your best at convincing him, "why is there another dog in our garden? Is it one of your colleagues'?", your husband asked, taking your silence as a clue to turn around and face you, placing his glass of water down on the kitchen island, seeing you and Sebastian sitting in two of the stools like you were about to have an important business meeting.

"Papa, when me, Harriet and mama went on our walk with Angie today", Sebastian began his explanation, "we found this dog! And she was all alone, she didn't have any friends, no dog friends or friends like us, no people, and we didn't want to leave her alone, and she followed us, too. Can we keep her?", he asked as if he had just asked him if he could have an extra cookie.

"There wasn't anyone around, and all of the neighbours said she wasn't theirs", you reasoned, "we're going to get her checked to see if someone is missing her, but if it all checks out, I don't see why she can't join our family", you said as Sebastian nodded in agreement with what you said.

"We'll get her checked out to see if there is a family, like ours, out there missing her, okay? Imagine if it was Angie and we didn't know where she was? You wouldn't let other family keep her, right?", Mick explained to his son, seeing him nod before he jetted off, "okay, but we'll keep her if we can, okay? Pretty please, papa! Look, she loves playing with Angie!", he pointed to the window before he headed upstairs.

"You made them that bossy", he retorted, chuckling as he kissed the side of your head, "your genetics made them that cute and impossible to say no to", you reasoned back, hugging your husband's waist as you looked at the two dogs playing with eachother, "but I stand by Seb's idea, she would be a good addition to the family. As much as it pains me to say it, Angie's getting old and she won't be around for much longer, and the kids would love having a dog", you noted.

"I know", he rubbed your back, "We'll see what the vet says about her microchip and we'll go from there. She looks well treated and fed, she's good around people and kids", he added, "yes, she was a bit dirty when we found her, or she found us, too, but we cleaned it off".

The next morning, you and Mick were able to drop the kids in school and Harriet at his mother's house, explaining the situation and taking the dog to your vet. A quick read of her microchip and a few phonecalls that sounded a little like made up stories, the vet agreed that the right course of action would be to send the golden retriever to the local dog kennel so she could be out up for adoption.

"Can we adopt her?", Mick asked immediately, surprising you a tiny bit, "we have Angie, as you know, and surprisingly they got along very well, and the kids like her too", he reasoned, squeezing your hand and looking at the vet, "well, it seems you have a new family, Hazel", she smiled.

"Thank you, handsome", you told your husband while the veterinary team checked how her vaccinations and deworming routines were so they could make sure she was in presteen health, "Sebastian is going to be pretty happy, I guess", he blushed, "we have a new member in the family, Hazel Schumacher", you said as you smiled at the new furry friend.

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

[adhbabey]

I think it should be stated that crazy conspiracy theories, while dangerous in their own right, and is probably littered with dog whistles, that many of the people spouting out these conspiracy theories are likely experiencing delusions or hallucinations, and that cannot be stated enough.

So I highly recommend people notice the signs of whether or not someone is experiencing a delusion or break in reality, instead of immediately trying to go off on someone in this mindset.

Here are some common red flags that I notice, that sounds suspiciously like a delusion:

Fearing the government or think the government is secretly out to get them. While our governments can do horrible things to us, all in the name of national security, I see this as a red flag because its often random people in question. It's usually not someone who has done anything to warrant such fear. Just some guy in his basement or a random person online. You don't know these people, but I doubt a secret spy would be this paranoid or neurotic about something like this. It's a big red flag if they mention that the government is secretly out to get them.

That this world is a simulation or somehow fake. If this doesn't trigger you and you experience DPDR, you are a strong one. Unreality is a common trigger for many delusions. The idea that we're in a simulation or it's just like the matrix is just false information, and something spoke about for fun, like science fiction. But if someone is seriously telling you that we're all in a simulation, I'd see that as a red flag of a delusion. It's triggering, even for me.

The idea that pigeons aren't real and are drones of some kind, or that the government is planning to microchip us through vaccines or something. The idea that you're being spied on through secret cameras or that it's like you're in the truman show, or you're going to be experimented on because vaccines give you microchips.. These are all signs of paranoid delusions, and one of them is called Capgras syndrome. It is the delusion that your loved ones are all somehow replaced by imposters and it's pretty damn severe. I would take the idea that everyone is somehow spying on you, a pretty good sign that it's a delusion.

And there's so much more, but I recommend people just researching into other symptoms of paranoid schizophrenia, and be aware of what that looks like. It's important to be educated on this stuff.

And please, don't go out of your way to reality check them or to argue with them, that can often exacerbate or worsen the symptoms, sending them spiraling down into an even deeper delusional headspace. I know the idea that I'm somehow lying or delusional tends to send me into a paranoid headspace, so don't do it. Don't argue with these people, just stay away from them.

And yes, it's common that a lot these things are jokes or memes or just a part of popular science fiction culture, but be aware regardless. You don't know if someone's actually being serious or not. And whatever you do, don't call a stranger you don't know, "delusional", these are just red flags and signs, not automatic reasons that someone is experiencing a break in reality. You don't know them, so just be cautious.

And yeah, a lot of conspiracy theories are anti-semitic, or racist, or ableist, or whatever. But that doesn't cancel out the fact that many of the people in question are also likely mentally ill. It doesn't erase the fact that normal every day people are also mentally ill. Negative or problematic behavior doesn't erase the fact that someone can experience delusions. I'm not excusing that behavior, but I am saying to be more cautious and critical of the fact that half of this stuff sounds like a mental illness.

TLDR; It is important to be aware that several common conspiracy theory buzzwords are red flags of paranoid delusions, and this post lists out some of those red flags in details. Don't reality check anyone, or you could make it worse, just be cautious and disengage.

[spot-the-antisemitism]

urhgghgh, I know a user who's getting pretty indoctrinated into the hamas are the freedom fighter pipeline. not too far gone but getting there

(I just want to look out for the most vulnerable)

but every attempt I try to tell them "hey dude your falling down a really bad rabbit hole" I am greeted with death threats and shit.

I understand why they are falling so hard being a ex-fundie like RAMCOA abuse ex-fundie and all that.

but it's not an excuse, it's never an excuse it's a reason but not an excuse. I know they would want people to call out their shit, but I can't get through.

this is what christian fundamentalism does to people, fucking breaks them and makes them almost stuck in that frame of mind never able to get out of it.

always gravitating back toward the hateful horrible shit.

anyway I'm trying to figure out how to like get them to think about it and get out of that toxic mindset, but I have gotten zero progress.

(again this person is just suffered from literal cult abuse brainwashing shit I just want to make sure they don't fall deep back into rightwing American fundie shit)

anyone have any tips?

or like scripts I can borrow?

because, man those fucking fundie cults bane of my existence.

So anon,

ramcoa is an antisemitic cospiracy theory so they're essentially saying "Jews kidnapped and brainwashed me as a kid so now I hate them"

they are clearly beyond help with this level of darvo and gaslighting

Burn that that bridge now and run

There is nothing you can do at this point, I'm sorry

Maybe try hooking them on LESS bigoted conspiracies like the doctor who told the anti vaxx mom anti vaxx was a chinese psy op and she gave her kid the measles vaccine out of xenophobia

please write again,

Cecil

p.s.

followers some scripts for less extreme cases

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

Aricka Munson: the time she gained a little sister

If you asked her, Aricka would tell you she’d always wanted a little sister. Someone she could take shopping and do their hair and watch girly movies with and dance in their room to Cyndi Lauper and Madonna until they couldn’t breathe cause they were laughing too hard. Someone she could do their nails on and take them to pierce their ears and do all these things she saw Nancy Wheeler do with her little sister Holly.

Well. When she was 10, a new family moved to Hawkins, and she befriended both of the kids- a boy named Billy, who she stuck with like glue, and his little stepsister, Max.

Max was a fierce little thing, with her fiery red hair and blue eyes. She didn’t take nonsense from anyone, and she would willingly put you in your place if she thought you were out of line. She loved to skateboard, and her favorite thing to do was play games at the arcade.

The longer Aricka spent time with Billy, the more curious Max was about her. The closer Aricka and Billy got, the closer Max was to actually speaking to her.

And then finally, it got to this point. Aricka was taking Max to the grand opening of the Starcourt Mall to go shopping for new clothes.

Let the sisterly bonding begin…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Aricka found a parking spot fairly close to the entrance to the mall, and Max hopped out first. “Let’s go-!” She runs around to Aricka’s side and grabs her hand- another new development in their relationship. Billy and Max were slowly adjusting to Aricka’s love of physical touch as affection.

Aricka grinned and grabbed her little backpack-purse before taking Max’s hand and heading into the mall.

It was brightly colored with subtle lighting, which was good because bright lights made Aricka’s head ache. Shops called their attention in all directions, but one in particular caught Max’s - Claire’s, and a bright sign announcing ear piercings. She looks up at Aricka with her wide blue eyes and Aricka already knows that she would be paying for an ear piercing session. “Please-?! I’ve always wanted to. My mom said I’m old enough now, but she never has time.”

“Max, breathe honey, of course I’ll take you,�� Aricka says. “I need some new earrings too, it can be fun for both of us.”

Max grins and they head off in that direction.

“Hi!” They were greeted by an overly enthusiastic worker. “Welcome to Claire’s! We have a sale, buy two pairs of earrings get two free, are you interested?”

“We sure are; and my little sis wants her ears pierced,” Aricka says, her hands on Max’s shoulders. She feels the girl tense up then relax at Aricka’s claim of her being Aricka’s sister. “It’s her first time, she’s a little nervous.”

“Well come right on in, nothing to be nervous about!” The lady directed them to a chair. “You just want the one in each ear?” Max nods. “Here, pick out your first pair of earrings, these are our birthstone studs! They match your birth month.”

Max scanned the studs until she found two ruby studs- she was born in July. Aricka mentally noted the month and planned to ask Billy the day, so she could get her a birthday gift. Maybe some new earrings.

“Perfect choice! I’m gonna get everything prepared, you sit tight and wait right here.” Max sits down and looks at Aricka nervously.

“… it doesn’t hurt, does it?” The question was so vulnerable and so worried Aricka stepped closer and held out her hand, letting her grip as tightly as needed.

“A little. Just a pinch. Like getting a shot at the doctor. I’m gonna be right here beside you. If you get scared or worried you squeeze my hand as tightly as you need to be brave.”

“Promise? I’m not gonna be a baby for it-?”

Aricka shakes her head. “I still hold Arthur’s hand when I get vaccinated at the doctors- am I a baby?”

Max shakes her head. “No, Aricka, you’re awesome. Tough. I wish I was like you.”

Aricka blinks at this revelation. Processes momentarily. “Oh kiddo.” Max bites her lip.

“You don’t have to stick around for me and Billy but you do. You give us a place to go when it’s bad. I really like you. Please don’t go anywhere?”

Aricka can’t resist any more and wraps her arms around the fierce little redhead in front of her. Max shyly wraps her arms around Aricka’s middle, face pressed into her shoulder. “I always wanted a big sister. I’m glad it’s you,” she whispered.

Aricka laughs, admittedly a little wetly. “Ditto kiddo. I’ve always wanted a little sister. Glad it’s you, MadMax.”

The lady finally returns and Max let go of Aricka but gripped her hand once again. “Are we ready?” The attendant asks.

Max looks over at Aricka and nods. “I’m ready.”

~~~~~~~~

Billy met them at Scoops Ahoy, two work application forms in his hand. He waves at them and they quickly join him. “Wow; you’re sporting some new jewelry,” he says. “Nice, nice MadMax. Make sure you hide them until they heal.”

“Mom said I was old enough,” the girl says. “Aricka got them for me-! She’s pretty cool. Can she stick around?” Aricka blushes and shakes her head at Billy. The brown-blond boy merely grins.

“I hope she wants to stick around.” Finally it was their turn in line; and they all grinned as they noticed the person at the counter.

“Robin!” They exclaim. The girl grins and says,

“Ahoy there; welcome to Scoops; how can I help you?”

“Two scoops of Superman, cone please.” Aricka says.

“Strawberry, two scoops with chocolate chunks and a cherry on top, in a cone.”

“A scoop of mint flare and pineapple upside down, in a cup please,” Billy says. Aricka and Max playfully tease him for his choice.

“Ewww pineapple and mint?” Aricka says around a laugh.

“Billy-!” Max says with a giggle. He playfully bats back at them and pays for the ice cream, motioning for them to find a booth while he gets the ice cream. He hands the applications to Aricka along with a purple gel pen because he knew it was her favorite color. Max ducked under Aricka’s arm and Aricka squeezes her carefully.

Billy watched them go with a fond expression. Max had only been eight when they moved here, and a lot shyer than she was now. Aricka was a big help in bringing her out of her shell, with her genuine smile and her sincere interest in what Max liked to do. He walked over with the ice cream shortly, setting the tray in the middle so they could reach their desserts.

Aricka grins as she begins eating her frozen treat, watching Max gush about their day shopping together. “We’re not done yet kiddo,” she says. “Thought we could go to that skate shop together, the three of us, you could show us the whole thing.” Max’s eyes light up and she grins.

“I’d love to-!”

“Alright then,” Billy says as he takes a bite of ice cream- okay. So maybe he’d chosen a weirder flavor than he intended. But it still worked nicely together. “Let’s get this party started-!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@astralshipper @rosieshipper @hyperionshipping @yeehawselfshipping @letsgofoletsgo @tsundere-selfship @callsign-revenge

[eric-cartman-my-beloved]

Matt and Trey really said Cartman has a sibling and then never referenced it ever again. Almost 13 years ago Scott said he would be back and we didn’t even see him in Post Covid (Hell we saw Kevin McCormick). I wonder if they’re building up to something but the most likely situation is they just forgot about Scott, which sucks because they have the best sibling dynamic. I have so many questions like where is Scott living now? Did he go back to the mental hospital? Who the hell did he live with right after the chili incident? Is he even alive or did he kill himself? Why did they never reference (even briefly) Cartman arranging to have his dad killed after 201? (Cartman still wishes he had a dad in the teenagers ep and the streaming wars) Does Cartman just want to forget about Scott and what he said? This bothers me so much because if you never watched 201 (a banned episode btw) you would have NO idea they were even related. Like yeah Cartman’s hair is a mix of red and brown (While his mom has dark brown hair) but that wouldn’t lead someone to the conclusion he would be related to the Tenormans and Scott would be his sibling.

So many questions So little answers.

Aah dear Anon, you've touched my heart with this, you've no idea😭 You've put all of my thoughts about Scott's disappereance into words!

Matt and Trey literally made them brothers for the shock value and then made Scott vanish! (Ouch, please don't say "201" was 13 years ago, that hurts😭)

EXACTLY. Forget about Kevin for a second, we even saw the leader of the 6th graders. The *freaking* leader of the 6th graders. (Well, they weren't 6th graders anymore but you get my point.) We saw all of those minor characters, but apparently Eric's brother was not important enough...!

I'm adding this to the reasons to hate the Post Covid Specials. (As if I didn't have enough already... )

Though, techically, Scott did make a "comeback" with "Tenorman's Revenge", but yeah, that obviously wasn't in the show, so it doesn't make up for his disappereance.

I wish trough the depths of my heart that Matt and Trey have something planned for Scott and they haven't completely abandoned him, but unfortunately I'll have to agree. It looks like they've forgotten him... Eric and Scott clearly have the best sibling dynamic, in the whole show, at the very least.

Oh my God me too! Just what is going on in that boy's life right now??

I'm guessing he's living in some kind of orphanage/foster care? We haven't been told anything about other close relatives so far, so... But I do need an official answer at some point!

Ah, no, at least we don't have to worry about whether he's alive or not! I don't know if you've noticed, but he makes a *tiny* little cameo near the end of the vaccination special. So, at least he's alive - that's something.

That's so true and it's so weird! It's like the big reveal in "201" never happened!

After the teenager episode in season 25 I was honestly hoping for them to at least reference Jack in this season (at least a mention!) but alas... I agree that probably Eric is trying to forget about his origins but still, they could have found a way to reference Jack or Scott.

This is something that makes me crazy too! Because "201" happened to be banned, barely anyone remembers about Scott's existence, let alone the fact that he and Eric are related 😭 I still see people get shocked when they learn that they're brothers, and Scott is included so rarely in sibling fanart...

And of course, Eric's hair color can't exactly tell you who his father is.

I honestly think that they should somehow officially at re-release the scenes with Scott somehow, so at least more people will know he exists.

*Sigh* You can certainly say that again...

[invisiblefoxfire]

Anyone out there have any experience dealing with a long-standing member and financial supporter of an online community who just recently has begun dropping alt-right dog whistles in the community? Not a newcomer, but someone who's been around for many years, been a valued community member and significant financial supporter, who has very slowly started to go down that path.

Details after the cut, but seriously, I could use some help with this, so if anyone has experience or knows of a good resource for how to deal with this, please let me know!

This person has been in my community since its inception, about 10 years now, and has always been very supportive (including significant financial support, for many years). We were always on friendly terms.

Until covid hit, and suddenly they started changing. Dropping inflammatory remarks into other people's conversations about masks and vaccines and whatnot, mocking all attempts to be safe.

And from there, over the course of the last few years, they have very, very slowly started dropping red flags. Never anything you can point to and say "hey, that's over the line." Always couched in deniable dogwhistles, always wording things in such a way that you can't simply tell them "you can't say that here" or ban them without risk of disrupting the entire community because you look like some kind of draconian dictator who got upset over something seemingly innocuous.

It's become very clear to me that they've been hanging around in alt-right circles or somewhere very adjacent to it. I recognize the phrasing they've been using and I can see what they're doing, but they've been very careful not to violate any actual rules. They never say anything overtly bigoted, never attack a fellow member of the community. They're very subtle and most people might not even realize what they're doing. But it's clear to me that they're trying to bait people into arguing with them, and I know I can't allow that recruitment tactic to take place in my community (which is packed full of queer, disabled, and otherwise marginalized people).

Today they left a comment on something which is really pushing up against the line, and I feel like at this point I have to say something. But I don't know how to approach it.

I am the sole moderator of this entire community, and I am disabled, exhausted, burnt out, and simply do not have the energy to Have A Conversation with this person. And I also have no idea what to even say to them.

I don't want to just leave these comments unchallenged, but I also recognize that they are bait, and that if I say something, I'll be drawn into an argument which will inevitably end with me having to kick this person out of my community after a decade of them being around. I keep hoping they'll stop, but it just keeps getting worse. It genuinely breaks my heart to think the person I once knew may be gone at this point and there's probably nothing I can do about it.

If a new person entered the community doing this, I'd just ban them. But it's a different feeling to be faced with someone who has been giving you financial support for a decade and never had a problem, someone the whole community knows and respects, suddenly starting to go down this path.

Anyway, any tips on how to deal with this situation would be greatly appreciated.

[akystaracer22]

Okay hot take because I’m on the border of a breakdown here flame me in the comments as you will- but kids shouldn’t have to give you a reason they’re not vaccinated.

Because half the time it’s their parents making the choice or they medically are not allowed to be vaccinated. I would know I’m in both those camps.

My parents are both anti-vaxxers because by stroke of pure shit luck my oldest sister ended up with ASD 3, supposedly after she got vaccinated when she was 2. Let me also tell you parents of a glass child who are reading this do yourself a favour and never have a makeup child because you will not be able to raise that child properly, especially if your glass child is ASD 3. It lead to a lot of resentment for me towards other people like my sister and a lot of resentment to my parents because of the way the treated me because of my sister. Anyway sorry to vent that but back in track now.

The other reason I’m not vaccinated and probably won’t be in the future is because last time I was vaccinated I nearly died. My immune system is bad enough that when I was younger a cold was enough to send me to the ICU. Somehow when I get vaccinated there is allegedly (according to my parents) a real risk of me getting ill with the real deal. I’ve only ever had up to I think my 18 month vaccinations because of this. Based on what I know about my medical situation I think it’s a combination of my thyroid issues (genetic) and the hole in my heart (birth defect) that makes me so weak.

Side note if anyone can solidly disprove this or explain why I almost fucking died from vaccines last I had them I would love to know because I really would rather get vaccinated, with sources.

I just hate that I have to bring up every time a vaccine comes up for the school because it’s very embarrassing for people to know about all of it and it has lead to bullying before. I get that I’m part of the herd immunity thing that’s supposed to protect me ig but if I’m a small child I shouldn’t have to explain that or risk being tormented.

Please just don’t hound kids about their vaccinations, they have a reason.

[frostbite-the-bat]

Also ghhruugh I'm wasting so much time but theres like no shit to do in terms of this in winter but I'm feelie bad bc next month I already got scheduled shit and it's to help me but i still feel bad since my brother did tell me the employment department ain't gonna do shit for me but it's very fucking hard having no directions for anything and being trapped in this house unable to do anything for myself essentially and being too lazy to even look up basic shit for this because Uwhhrm Irt Too Distress FO Me.... Like it's dumb ughfhgh I hate this house but my plan is to take things slowly and at least improve my living conditions slightly like when my brother helped me a bit

I can't wait for my parents to go back to work not in a mean way but just so I have fucking privacy and proper time alone again. I can run around the house with no worries or set backs. I'm currently refusing to go brush my teeth despite the sensory nightmare because I don't wanna be seen walking out of my room by dad

I want alone time so I can clean my room without questions and without anyone barging in. I hope I'll have enough energy for that I really did condition myself to have even less energy daily on top of The Ouchies it's not good but... Hey best I can do when I can't even do. Shit for myself. Expected to start doin adult stuff but still treated as a kid. Both good and bad because I don't wanna be an adult but also I'm expected to do stuff and I'm still not being taught everything and just, in my parents own words, told I'm "not hard/difficult, doesn't want anything" bc I've been conditioned to never ask but okay

I don't even go fucking take baths without asking because the clothes are thrown around so confusingly I can never find my own clothes so I need to get mom to do it. and I'm expected to maybe find a job or decide if I wanna go to a different school after summer. I don't even have a card or anything

19 is still very young but I feel the pressure from my brother so badly and the world in general plus I'm so trapped here I can't do shit it's not good for me but I can't just leave or do things myself I haven't been taught anything I don't know how to live at all i don't know basics I've never been taught I've been so neglected in this because "Uhm I Don't Ask For Stuff ^^" ffffuckin hell.

can't even see doctors for physical shit I'd have to sneak out and know how getting an appointment works. and I know nobody would believe me even if my goal is to figure out what's wrong with me. My mom's reaction to me saying heeeeeey I have like daily pains in my hands that go from like don't notice to debilitating I can't do anything( and I had this sincei had covid. Which YOU didn't get me vaccinated for bc of YOUR beliefs. Then LIED about it. And one of the symptoms of long covid is chronic pain so... I DINNO..! CARPAL TUNNEL AND GENERAL BODY OUCHIES STARTING UP AROUND THE SAME TIME.. I DINNO. I dunno oh I GUESS it's ALL ONLY BECAUSE ii draw all day oh boohoo.)i got LAIGHED AT and told she has Ouchies Too and works anyway. Great OK no checking doctors or anything for me imma go cry now thanks

Ugh I'm not even like. In a mentally bad place right now in general like I am usually when I wrote these. I'm motivated to get started with stuff but MY PARENTS ARE A MASSIVE ROADBLOCK FOR EVERYTHING I CAN'T WAIT FOR ME TO BE ALONE IN THE HOUSE AGAIN. Sigh and again I hope by then I'll have the energy and motivation to do shit I feel nothing but lazy and like I'm rotting away it's so stressful wanting to do smthn and being unable bc it's to hard to even purh thru and because or things like family. It's all mostly a mental block but living like this with no privacy with people who haven't taught you shit one of which you fear is not good for you man. I know I repeat myself with the same statements burt

I'm tired I'm so tired I'm so tired oh my god please I'm tired of living like this it's only making me worse and because of that I need to try but it's so hard on so many fucking levels and I never try hard enough and I feel like absolute worthless shit for it

[strawberrypucklecopeandseethe]

So huuuuge tw for ableism and emotional abuse. Also mention of alleged attempted murder

I’m going to give my actually autistic and ND fellows some advice.

We’re often told and even *trained* to believe everything is our fault and others feelings are too. This is not surprisingly bad and is bad for anyone’s mental health.

This leads to a really toxic mindset pushed on people which might be rooted in good intentions, but is really great for manipulative, downright nasty people. The idea that if you keep trying with someone and make a genuine effort to do your best and please them, you’ll soon enough prove you’re worthy to be treated like anyone else! If someone is rejecting you, it’s you and you alone.

This bothers decent human beings(I lost friends due to this mindset). But it makes you very appealing to manipulative, abusive types.

Then there’s the idea parents of autistic people know best and have it so hard. Some parents are truly ignorant and swept up a culture of hate. This doesn’t mean you’re responsible for those feelings either.

Their children are broken and defective and difficult. If you can type and express yourself you NEVER had or have these challenges like being nonspeaking/semispeaking, toileting, sensory challenges and help with daily life then you’ll never understand. As if high support needs and suffering means someone’s life isn’t a life.

Then there are people who are swept up in the power they get from others. Some more ignorant parents will cry about lack of services and many have the right to, but this still doesn’t make dehumanization right.

Once someone starts using insults against you that are related to your diagnosis, keep in mind. You’re not *really* autistic but they’ll use it against you anyways. They believe due to social hierarchy they are right and whatever they say is right. Like claiming you didn’t read something right. They’re superior to you no matter what. You can’t prove yourself, it would break their power.

These people will attack autistic people who suggest nonverbal people can communicate in other ways. If you ask enough questions, you might find said people trying to fuck with you, gaslight you and will hate you no matter what. Yet they demand you act nice. These parents are not interested in their child’s humanity. Pseudoscience groups are great for people like this, allowing them to use concepts like anti vaccination and brain damage to look like they care while claiming these children are completely utterly broken.

Now i’m going into attempted murder allegations

It’s not the first time. I want to give one example and why this kind of behavior shouldn’t be shoved off as a stressed out parent or SHOCKER something the autistic person did right away.

I’ve met a few people like this. I just encountered one today and am glad to know now it’s not my fault nor responsibility. Said person started saying I was “not following well” and telling me to “prove” they were upset about accessibility recommendations. After providing receipts of our conversations, they still claimed I was imagining things.

A 14 year old autistic girl that my mom’s colleague was involved in teaching had a family who could use some support. We met her and the mom, everything seemed ok at the time. Her sister had higher support needs, her dad had a job that left the mom by herself for half a month. She has similar interests to me and wanted to learn to cook, which both of us were looking forward to doing.

We’d come over three times a week, have the kiddo come over my mom’s home or go out somewhere. But it turned out we were supposed to go to her home while she played computer games to supervise. Her mom didn’t even want me to join her in multiplayer games. No learning to cook either, it would encourage her to make a mess. Not even at my mom’s home or offers of helping to clean up. Kiddo’s mom fired my mom.

Mom’s colleague got a call from kiddo’s mom saying she needed an emergency mental health break. She could have 72 hours to go out and cool off. She wanted three weeks. My mom’s colleague asked what was wrong that she needed that much time. Apparently she wanted to go on an international trip. Mom’s colleague was angry and said this service was for the safety of parents and disabled children. Then there was a speech about how hard she had it.

It also turned out kiddo’s mom sorta lied about being involved with teaching kiddo better coping skills. Which explains why it wasn’t working well, kiddo would just be told to go upstairs and play on the computer.

I got a very sad email. She was sad and was gonna miss me and why did her mom hate her? I couldn’t talk to her anymore by association because my mom had the nerve to believe in her.

Then we got a call from mom’s colleague. Kiddo was having a psychotic break. Kiddo’s mom tried to play dumb and claim it was autism. Hospital staff did tests

Her medication levels showed she had been given 4 times the safe dose of her daily meds for some time. Kiddo’s mom insisted she tried to off herself. Then there was evidence it was the kiddo’s mom. Dad came home as soon as he could and he was horrified. Last thing I know was that there was a court case, but dad was divorcing kiddo’s mom and trying to take away kiddo’s mom’s custody regardless. She did admit to it with “I get tired of her, she has too much energy and wanted to do things.”

I don’t know if the allegations were proved in court, but regardless both kids weren’t safe. Due to kiddo being a minor, she has the right legally and morally to privacy. I hope she’s ok where ever she is and her higher support needs sister too.

Neither of them deserved that. Beware of people who attack people perceived as “high functioning” for being able to type.

[kaykay8776]

Brother, I Am With You - Ch. 1

Their very first call as a legitimate plumbing company, and it ends with a visit to urgent care. Luigi is just happy they’re both alright, but Mario can’t help but feel like a complete and total fool. Maybe Spike and their whole family were right. Maybe this really was a bad idea. 

Or: What if Francis bit Mario while they were tussling in the bathroom?

Hello! I am absolutely gone for the Mario Brothers right now. I’ve been working on this fic for a while and I’m so happy it’s finally done! Full disclosure, I’ve never posted fanfiction on Tumblr before but I really wanted to try it with this fic, so if there’s anything I’m doing wrong or should be doing that I’m not PLEASE let me know! I am also posting to my AO3 if anyone prefers to go there. This will be a multichapter fic, but I already have it all written so updates should be quick. 

First chapter is under the cut!

TW for blood and injury.

“I officially hate dogs.”

“Understandable.”

The day had started off so well, but now Mario was a little grumpy. The commercial he and Luigi had made for their new plumbing company aired on TV this morning, and even after Spike made fun of them, they actually got a call. Mario couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he showed him the nice 5-star review the rich couple would eventually post on their website. For a minute, it actually felt like this crazy idea of theirs to drop everything and start a plumbing company of their own was going to work out. 

And then what happened? Their very first clients’ stupid dog attacked them before they could leave the bathroom, and nearly tore Mario’s arm off.

....

“Mario, do something!”

Everything happened so fast. At the sound of his brother in distress, Mario just reacted on instinct. He didn’t think, he just acted. So he reached over and threw the first thing he could get his fingers around. Then loud barking and sharp teeth coming right for him–

Pain exploded in his arm as the thing grabbed hold  with brutal force and wouldn’t let go. He and the deranged mutt literally played tug of war with his own limb for a few terrifying moments. Tears stung Mario’s eyes as he felt flesh tearing and blood seeping. He cried and screamed and kicked and pulled, but the thing wouldn’t let him go. 

But suddenly he did. The dog recoiled and squealed in pain. Luigi had whacked it in the head with one of their wrenches. 

Mario sat there dazed for a moment, before Luigi grabbed his good arm and hauled him out of the shower like a rag doll, closing the glass door behind them. 

Then the only thing that could be heard was Mario’s ragged, pained breaths. His face crumpled and tears smeared his face as he struggled not to sob against the suffocating pain above his elbow. Then a sickening wave of dizziness engulfed him and the edges of his vision started to go dark. He groaned in agony, stumbling into Luigi, who clearly hadn’t quite registered the battered state his brother was in. 

He felt Luigi catch him under the arms before everything else went dark. 

“Mario!”

....

Now they were in urgent care wasting valuable time when they could be answering more calls, and not only was Mario hurting and miserable, but he felt like the biggest idiot in the world. Maybe his family and Spike had all been right; maybe this really was a bad idea. 

The homeowners had been absolutely mortified, and almost got into a lover’s quarrel right in front of them. Apparently the husband had kept trying to tell his wife that her dog was indeed aggressive towards certain people, but she had always denied it. Apparently it had been an ongoing thing. Nonetheless, they were nice enough to let the brothers use their first aid kit, provide them with a sheet verifying the dog’s up-to-date vaccination status, and a fat cheque to cover any medical expenses. The whole thing still sucked, but the couple helped them as best they could.

Mario hadn’t come here of his own free will. Luigi had practically dragged him by his hair after they finished washing the wound at the couple’s house. But he had to admit, the bite was pretty bad. A lot of skin had been torn when he’d tried to wrench his arm out of the dog’s mouth, and some of the gashes were fairly deep. It still hadn’t stopped bleeding by the time they walked in, and the triage nurse had to wrap it with a pressure bandage temporarily until a room opened up and they could clean and dress it properly. It still hurt like hell, but at least he didn’t have to try to staunch the blood flow anymore.

“And I still hate you for bringing me here.”

“For the tenth time, you can’t just leave a bad dog bite like that.” Luigi rolled his eyes, not looking up from his game of Candy Crush on his shattered phone. 

“Why not? We cleaned it.”

“We’re not professionals, dimwit, and those bites get infected super easily. Dog’s mouths are full of germs.”

“Great.”

“And after the way you fainted on me, you were coming here no matter what.”

Mario only grumbled in response. He glanced over at his brother, who went back to his game like nothing. He had to resist the urge to ask him how he was okay with all of this, how he wasn’t completely freaking out. 

Probably because none of this had been his idea. In fact, Luigi had briefly tried to talk him out of it, but he pushed until he gave in. He couldn’t help it; he hated working for Spike, and ever since middle school, he’d imagined being business partners with Luigi. Sure, his dad thought he was crazy, but he was sure this would work. He and Luigi were good at their jobs, and they were good with people. They were trustworthy and friendly. This had to work. 

Now they were broke, the van was busted, and one of them was already hurt. Mario sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes until he saw stars. This was a complete and total disaster.

“What’s on your mind?”

Mario looked over, and Luigi was throwing him a concerned look, eyebrows raised. Suddenly a terrifying thought came to mind.

What if Luigi had gotten bit? Or something worse? All because Mario was so stupidly desperate for their father’s approval on something?

Mama mia. Mario’s chest panged painfully; he would never forgive himself. 

A certain memory from their childhood came to mind. It was a warm, sunny Saturday, and mom and dad had brought the brothers, seven years old at the time, out to their favourite playground for the day. Whenever it was crowded, Luigi liked to stay on the sideline and play with the blocks or in the sandbox, while Mario would compete with some of the other kids to see who could swing the highest. But if there weren’t a lot of other kids, he could get Luigi on the swings too. That time, the playground wasn’t crowded, and Luigi came on the swings with him. Mario even pushed him so he could go a bit higher. But evidently, he had pushed him too hard, because he freaked out and went flying off. Luigi had skinned both knees pretty good. And though it happened years ago, Mario still remembered how his little heart had seized listening to Luigi scream and cry. Most of all, he remembered how guilty he’d felt having been responsible for his brother’s injuries, when he was supposed to protect him and keep those things from happening. 

Right now, Mario was feeling exactly the same way. Maybe he hadn’t sent his brother flying off the swing and made him skin his knees, but he was responsible for his failure. He’d steered him wrong and dug him into a big hole that they might have to fight tooth and nail to dig themselves out of. He let him down. 

Even after he’d promised Luigi time and time again that this would work. 

His eyes started to prickle and he viciously blinked it back, turning away and praying Luigi wouldn’t notice. 

Evidently, he did anyway. He sat up, alarmed, laying a hand on Mario’s shoulder. “Hey, what’s the matter?”

Mario shrugged away from him, standing up and pacing a few steps. He couldn’t let Luigi in on how he was feeling. He was supposed to be strong, rational, smart, and objective; he was the older one. That was his role. That was just how it had to be. There was no other choice. He would shove those feelings down and remain strong. He wouldn’t break. 

“Nothing, I’m fine. I just want to get out of here.”

It didn’t look like Luigi bought his lie, but thankfully he didn’t push it. But he wanted to, Mario could tell. “Okay, well, just hang tight. I’m sure they’ll call you back soon.”

As if on cue, a brown-haired nurse in light blue scrubs poked her head out of the hallway and called his name.

“There, see?” Luigi chuckled. 

“You couldn’t have said that, like, when we walked in?” Mario asked, standing up. When Luigi stood up to follow him, Mario shook his head.

“Uh uh, you’re staying here.” 

“Why?” Luigi practically whined. Mario was initially going to let him come, but he decided he had inconvenienced his brother enough. He had a good excuse for wanting Luigi to stay anyway.

“Need I remind you how you got that big scar on your forehead?” Mario smirked, poking at said scar. When they were teenagers, Mario once sliced his hand open trying to help their mom in the kitchen, and Luigi followed them to this same urgent care office. When they started cleaning and stitching the wound, Luigi fainted and bashed his head on the sharp corner of the counter on his way down. He ended up needing more stitches than Mario did. 

Ironically, that was another time he’d felt responsible for Luigi getting hurt. 

“You’re never gonna let me live that down, are you?” 

“Nope.” Mario grinned, but it didn’t reach his eyes. 

“Fine, suit yourself.” Luigi shrugged, plopping back down into his chair. “Text me if you need anything!” He said as Mario walked away.

He knew he wasn’t going to, but still, Mario lied over his shoulder. “I will.”

[norcalbruja]

Continued from this post.

I’ve been asking Haik Number 4 to help me out with my job search, and I got a job at a cupcake shop in late February/early March! The position is at the front of house for filling orders, but my love of baking is definitely a plus, but! Day 3 of my training and the Red Flags have shown up.

As usual, behind the "read more" for length.

--

So I was like “Haik, was that you helping me out with the cupcake shop?”

And Haik Number 4 was like “Of course it was! You keep getting desperate and asking ANYONE for help, and then you keep reeling it back in because you don’t want to BOTHER me. If I don’t at least TRY to help you, I wouldn’t be a very good god.”

So then he asked me if I needed help with something else, and I was like "Sure, but I'd like to wait until the paperwork is done, so I'll ask around next week."

And Haik Number 4 was like "Why?"

I told him it's because I don't want to jinx myself, and he went "WHY?" again, very pointedly, so I said, "I don't know why you want to keep hearing that, but I need to be careful around asking 'spirits who claim to be the anito' about too much. One reader says I DID bother the anito enough for them to just quit on me, so I really don't want that to happen with other Tagalog spirits if I can help it. Hence, making sure I have the paperwork for my job filled out before I start asking about other stuff."

And he's like "We don't have a WAITING PERIOD for however many things you can ask us! Tagalogs used to ask us about all sorts of normal things--getting a wife or a husband, having good harvests, getting lots of money! If you were really bothering me, I'd think asking about non-sailing issues would be enough for me to not answer you!"

Then Lola Buwaya walked in and went "Ay, did you get her the job??? You shouldn't have done that!"

And Haik 4 was like, "Do you want me to leave her like this, Lola? Your son cannot help her, or at least he thinks he can't."

Lola went, "Well, my son has gotten stupid because the years have not been kind to him. I thought you'd be a LITTLE smarter."

And I was like, "Lola, please don't call him that."

And Lola told me, "Anak, I do not tell Tagalog spirits to keep away from you because I'm being smothering. I do it because after the things you've been told, you're going to cling to any Tagalog spirit who isn't a murderer and who shows you a hint of kindness. Like getting you a job."

--

So the spirits cooled down for a bit, and then... uhhhhh. The owner of the shop took her sick daughter in to work.

Like, the kid was sweet and well-behaved, so I thought it was unprofessional but at least tolerable.

AND THEN AROUND CLOSING TIME, as the daughter was talking to one of our last customers, she coughed and went something like "I'm not in school because I'm sick!" And I was thinking "ahhhhhhhhhh!!!! this is why I'm still masking!!! Lady, just because we're all vaccinated against Covid doesn't mean I want to catch whatever your kid has!!!"

And then she CONTINUED to take her kid to work several times. Technically after the shop closed to customers, but I was still closing up, and you're not LEGALLY supposed to take kids to a workplace with ovens and sharp things and all that unsafe stuff!

-

Anyway, I have sent an email to OSHA and then quit a couple weeks ago, by saying I needed to take care of my mom.

Also I forgot to press Post about two weeks ago, soooooo I've technically been unemployed again since around the end of March.

[pannacottawarrior]

of course my dad thinks putting your hands on sick people and praying out loud would cure them of their illnesses;;

[i-try-to-write-stuff]

Entrapment - Chapter 10 (Remoulding)

Please do not read this fic if this is not your cup of tea. You have been warned, by clicking on Keep Reading means you have understood the warning. I am not responsible for your content consumption.

18 +

You cooked some spicy gram flour dumplings you had been craving all day. You were sitting in the dining hall. Thomas came and joined you. He sat opposite you, his face not revealing anything that he was thinking, his blue eyes observing you.

“I made it. You want to have some?” you asked him, offering some dumplings dipped in curry. He nodded. You served a tiny portion of spicy dumplings and a whole lot of rice, knowing he could not handle a spicy dish. You told him to pace himself.

He took a bite, and his face turned redder than the beetroot.

“What the fuck is this?”

“Spices, Thomas”

“How can you eat this? I need water, no, I need milk, fuck” he exclaimed.

“Frances, Mary, anyone, could you get me some milk” Thomas shouted like a toddler.

Mary came running with a glass of milk. Thomas snatched it and drank it whole in a gulp. You smirked, seeing the feared gangster of Birmingham tear up because of spices.

He looked at you incredulously when he saw you eat the same dish without even breaking a sweat.

“What? I had a craving…Also, you know that I don’t like bland foods. I like spicy stuff, “ you explained. His face softened. He ate the food you served, but with a lot of water.

“I want to discuss a few things with you, Thomas.”

He gestured for Mary to leave.

“Tell me, darling, what do you need?”

“Firstly, I hope you know I won’t be quitting my job” He nodded. He knew how fiercely independent you were. Making you quit your job won’t do him any favours.

“Secondly, I would like for us to maintain a strict schedule with Charlie. He needs stability. We need to meet with his paediatrician and check his growth and get his vaccines, and I want to get him tested for allergies and some usual kid stuff. Additionally, Aaliyah has been working overtime, and her Masters is suffering. Could you compensate her for the time?”

You listed your requirements. He kept staring, listening to you, observing you. He felt pride fill his heart. You were extraordinary. You had taken everything in stride, not an evil bone in your body. You had taken your responsibilities as a stepmother more seriously than Grace ever did as a mother. You weren’t shallow. You never played him, never had an agenda. You were simply you.

Thomas was busy in his thoughts, his eyes taking you in, his wife, the queen of Birmingham.

Storm came thundering inside the dining hall towards you. You smiled brightly, genuine happiness adorning your face.

“Hi, baby, how was your day? Did you enjoy the grounds?” you squeaked in high pitch. Storm excitedly licked your face very cautiously, his paws on your thighs, offering you all the kisses you missed. He may also have smelled food…

He saw Thomas. Storm went and greeted him, too, trying to swindle some food from him.

Thomas called Frances. By then, Storm decided he had had enough of the Shelby. He greeted Frances, who petted him before addressing her employer. Storm sat down by your side, his head on your lap, giving you puppy dog eyes, damn those eyes.

“Has Storm had his dinner, eh?”

“Yes, Mr Shelby, Storm has eaten. Would you like me to get you something?”

“No, I am good.”

“Mrs Sh…Y/N, would you like something?”

“No, thank you so much, Frances.”

Thomas relieved Frances for the day. You got a message from Aaliyah.

“Thomas… let’s go and say good night to Charlie. He has been fed and bathed, and it’s his bedtime in a few minutes…”

He nodded and followed you and Storm.

You knocked on Charlie’s door, and Aaliyah opened it, surprised to see you both.

“Mr and Mrs Shelby…”

“Aaliyah, we came to say good night to Charlie..”

She nodded and opened the door widely. Charlie was standing in his crib, clearly cranky.

“Oh, hello Charlie…” you greeted the toddler. His attention was on the giant dog.

“This is Storm…” you introduce them.

“Omm”, he exclaims.

Storm got excited, his tail wagging enthusiastically.

Thomas picked him up, kissing his cheeks, murmuring hello. Charlie leaned on his father, clearly exhausted from the day.

You felt like you were intruding on a very personal moment between a father and son. When Charlie fell asleep, Thomas put him in his crib. Storm whined because he didn’t get to play with the tiny human…

You shushed Storm, letting him out of the room. He trotted away to your room.

“Aaliyah, could you wait for us in the sitting room?” you asked. She left hurriedly.

“Thomas…stop scaring her”

“How am I scaring her?”

“Could you smile a little bit… put her at ease…”

“If you say so, darling.” you rolled your eyes at the moniker.

You joined Aaliyah in the sitting room. She looked fidgety.

“Aaliyah, there is no need to be nervous”, you smiled.

“Give us a schedule that works for you…and if you need additional help, let me know”, Tommy addressed her. You glared at him, “…please” Thomas added reluctantly like a scolded child.

“Yes, Mr Shelby…”

“Aaliyah.. if you need anything, reach out to Polly. We support education. Shelby Foundation will sponsor your studies.” Tommy informed. Aaliyah’s scared expression turned grateful. She had never had a chat with Tommy Shelby for more than five minutes that didn’t feature Charlie—seeing this different, approachable side of Tommy made her at ease. Every employee in the house had pointed it out, but she’d never seen it, but tonight she saw a man who had changed for the better, the woman responsible for this change wasn’t even aware of it.

His wife had made lives better for people before she came to this manor. You weren’t even aware of the role you played as a catalyst for so many changes around Tommy. A man who was feared and respected had become loveable for the people of Birmingham, all thanks to a bird named Y/N Y/L/N.

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[missluckycharms]

can you do a imagine where y/n plays volleyball and she gets hurt and h take care of her?

A/N: hiii! I hope you like this! I also had to look up some details about volleyball as it’s not really that commonly played here in Ireland, if I say something wrong pls ignore it I tried my best. The vaccine is kicking my ass rn, I got my second dose so if this sucks and there’s mistakes pls ignore that also 😭 Enjoy !!

This is college!Harry and Y/N I hope you don’t mind !!

Warnings: talks of smut, strong language and Harry being a sarcastic loveable asshole.

Today was not Y/N day.

First of all, she woke up late, giving her only twenty minutes to get ready and make her way to college, which is usually a thirty minute drive without traffic. She was like a lightening bolt running through her apartment, falling over Harry’s shoes that were just abandoned around her room and trying to find any clean clothes as Harry came over last night and as usual, he distracted her from doing what she needed to do, which was her laundry.

He was asleep while she did all this, her small huffs and puffs picking up his shoes and throwing them into the corner didn’t even cause the lazy log in the bed to move once, his body tucked up under the covers as his face smushed against her purple sheets as he let out small snores, she looked at him and silently wished that was her. She was lucky she packed her gym bag last night before he arrived over, all of her clothes, her ankle braces, her knee pads and her favourite trainers she wears for games all packed into her bag and all she needed to do was pick it up and throw it into the trunk of her car along with her book bag.

She kissed Harry’s forehead and again, he did not even move, he may of given out a slight hum for a grumbled word but Y/N didn’t have time to contemplate what he said, she was rushing out the door wearing clothes that were probably Harry’s as the joggers were nearly falling off her as she ran. She didn’t care though, she needed to be in her first lecture or her grades would go down. She made it to campus with only thirty seconds to spare, she doesn’t know how she wasn’t pulled over for driving faster than the speed limit when she saw the campus come into view. Her body ran through the halls, dodging anyone in her way as she dragged herself to the lecture hall where her professor was probably already starting lesson, his usual morning introduction as everyone set up their laptops or notepads for the hour lecture ahead.

She got a disapproving look from her professor when she slide into a row, flopping down onto the seat and apologising as she rummaged through her bag looking for her laptop. Her professor was already going over what they would be covering today when she realised she doesn’t have her laptop. Then she remembered where it is, it’s in her apartment in the bathroom.

Harry insisted they had a bath last night to relax her after she took some exams in college that day, the pair were soaked under the bubble filled hot water with her laptop propped up on the sink playing a show on Netflix as they relaxed and spoke about their day. She grabbed her notebook and pen and immediately began to scribble down the notes she would have to transfer onto her laptop tonight, if Harry doesn’t distract her again. She knows he might not, he has classes of his own today, his starting later than hers and his classes only being on four days a week instead of five like Y/N, yesterday was his day off, hence why he was being a needy little shit and clinging to Y/N like his lifeline until they fell asleep.

The day dragged out for Y/N, her usual one hour classes feeling like four hours, her notes taking for ages to write up as she tried to keep up with what was being displayed on the board, her lunchtime consisting of her bumming off her friend for a few dollars to get something to eat as she left her purse at home, her friend didn’t mind but she felt awful for asking. When the day finally ended she was relieved, all she wanted to do was get into the gymnasium and play some volleyball with her team to get all the anger she felt today, she was not having a good day and the only things that can help her with that is Harry or volleyball, and because she had training today over their at home game being played next week, she was relieved she could get some stress reliving in before going back to her place where she knows Harry will be — he hates his own apartment as he shares, Y/N only having a one bedroom one that she snagged and Harry being left with a flat thats shared between four people, there’s no privacy there, none.

“You’ve been tense all day, is everything okay?” Abbie, Y/N best friend asks as they begin their warm ups, the two sat on the floor side by side as the stretch their legs and arms getting warmed up for practice.

“Today wasn’t my day, woke up late, forgot my laptop and purse and now I have to go home and type up nearly fifty pages of notes onto my laptop — Who’s idea was it for me to study Biochemistry?” She laughs out, stretching her arms behind her head as Abbie follows suit, the pair watching as the coach shows them what to do, the pair sat at the back to avoid being yelled at for talking.

“I think that was your idea, I certainly didn’t force you to do that. If it helps, environmental studies isn’t easier, I swear I’m constantly writing up lab reports and giving presentations each week” Abbie rolls her eyes, the pair now doing lunges as they continue to chat.

“Shit! I have a presentation next week, I totally forgot” Y/N groans, squeezing her eyes in frustration as she hasn’t even started yet, her mind immediately going to how she has to type up the whole presentation while probably having Harry hang out of her. Harry is studying sports science, in hopes to one day set up his own personal training business. They usually have study sessions together as Harry has just as much work as Y/N, but Harry isn’t as much as a perfectionist as Y/N, he’ll slap together a presentation and call it a night while she has to make it look pretty and aesthetically pleasing.

After a fifteen minute warm up, the girls are already playing a mini match for practice, six players per team, Y/N being up nearest to the net with three other girls. She’s been named as one of the teams best scorers, her jumps are high and her force hitting the ball is something that scares opposing teams when they play competitions. She’s been on the college team for nearly two years now, her whole college course is five years long — she’s aiming for a bachelors degree in Biochemistry, she’s so happy she has something else to do while in here, she knows she would of went crazy if she didn’t have something to calm her down.

They play three games, Y/N’s team wining the first game and the teams tying on the last game due to the positions being switched and she was put to the back to give other players the chance to spike the ball up. She’s back up front on the third game, her body now rested from the small water break they were given in between the games, her body full of adrenaline and ready to play. The game is playing out as usual, Y/N jumping and spiking the ball up and over the net with the help of her team mates, the other team just as good as them as they all battle it out on the court. In the last two minutes is when it all goes downhill, Y/N jumps up to spike the ball, when she lands, she wobbles and falls over, her ankle rolling as she cries out in pain on the court, the coach blowing the whistle to stop the game as everyone rushes around her.

She tries to stand up, she falls back down again, Abbie and another girl holding her up as she shuts her eyes in pain. The coach takes off her ankle brace and sock with her permission, she’s now sitting on the bench as her ankle is iced and checked over by the coach, Abbie helping Y/N by refilling her water bottle when needed, her ankle now propped up on a chair with ice on it as the rest of the team begins their warm downs.

“It’s definitely sprained” Abbie says looking under the ice at her ankle, Y/N wincing when Abbie presses down lightly, jumping when she lets out a small cry.

“Yep, definitely sprained” she says putting the ice back on and sitting down next to her friend as they both laugh a little, the pain easing off with the ice as Abbie distracts her with stories and jokes.

“Y/N, do you have anyone to take you home?” The coach asks, allowing the rest to leave as Abbie stays seated with Y/N.

“I’ll call my boyfriend, thank you for your help” she says as the coach pats her on the back, telling her she can take all the time she needs off while also still being allowed to attend the games to support. She’s devastated about it, but at least she can support her team from the sidelines.

“What happened?” Harry asks running out of his car, the door slamming as Abbie wheels Y/N out in wheelchair given to them by the coach from the injury room.

“Fucked my ankle, doesn’t surprise me honestly, today wasn’t a good day” she sighs s Harry laughs a little, helping her out of the wheelchair and guiding her towards his car that’s parked only three steps away.

“You’re okay now, let’s get you home and rested, yeah?” He says laying her down on the back seat, picking her leg up and resting it on the seat as she winches in pain a little as she adjusts herself on the seat.

“Thanks for all your help, I’ll have Niall come and pick her car up later” Harry says to Abbie, closing the back door and smiling at the girl who’s waving in at her best friend who’s mortified in the back of the car, laughing masking the pain she’s feeling.

“If you both need anything give me a call” she says as Harry nods waving her off as he sits into the car, turning around to look at his girlfriend who’s looking back at him holding in her laugh.

“Only you” he shakes his head laughing as Y/N lets out a loud cackle, knowing he’s right, only her would end up fucking up her ankle even with a brace on it, it’s defiantly a Y/N thing to do.

The car ride home is filled with laughing and a few sing songs as Harry tries to distract her from the pain. He helps her into her apartment by carrying her bridal style up the flight of stairs and placing her down onto the sofa, propping her leg up on the coffee table, raising her ankle up on a pillow as he races to the freezer to find something to put on the injury.

“Okay, all you’ve got is frozen peas” he says placing the green packet down onto her ankle, the picture of peas hilarious as it rests on her skin, the swelling gone down since the gymnasium which is good, as Harry says.

“I’ll run to the store to get you some bandages soon, right now, you need some tea, the sugar will help with the shock you got” he says immediately snapping into Mum mode with her, Y/N smiling at Harry in the kitchen behind her, her head turning and resting on the back of the sofa as she watches him saunter around her kitchen.

“Do you have any homework you need completing? I got all mine done in library period we had today, I’m free to do yours if you have any” he says fiddling with the kettle and switching it on, placing a tea bag into her favourite purple polka dot mug.

“I have to transfer handwritten notes onto my laptop, I can do that” she says as Harry turns around, waiting for the kettle to boil as he looks at her.

“Nope, I’m doing that for you, you need rest! I’m here to help you, I’ll be your nurse” he says turning back around to pour the boiling water into the mug.

“I’m fine Harry, it’s just a small sprain” she fights back, Harry shaking his head as he walks in with her mug filled with warm tea, passing it to her as he sits next to her wrapping his arm around the back of the sofa.

“I’m not leaving you here alone, if you fall what will you do? Get up and walk?” He says sarcastically as she rolls her eyes laughing, resting her head back on his arm as they begin watching the TV before them.

“Also, I expect the same in return if I ever get hurt” he jokes as she slaps his arm playfully, laughing loudly as Harry wiggles his eyebrows at her.

“You’re on top for the next few weeks Styles” she says sipping on her tea as Harry laughs, reaching over to kiss her check.

“I’m always on top, darling” he whispers to her as she pulls back looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Babe, please can you be on top? I had a leg cramp this morning and it might come back” she says lowly, imitating Harry and his deep British accent as he looks at her rolling his eyes.

“I don’t sound like that” he says taking her mug from her and sipping a little from her tea as she takes it back off him with a loud groan at what he just did — he always does it to annoy her, or he’ll dip some biscuits into her tea when she’s not looking.

“Oh yeah, must be what my other boyfriend sounds like” she says riling him up, his head turning to her as she looks at the TV screen laughing behind the rim of her mug.

“You’re lucky you’re injured m’love, if you weren’t you would be over my shoulder and thrown down onto your bed and I’d show you who’s your boyfriend, or daddy as you like” he says wiggling his eyebrows as she groans into her tea.

“It was one time! I said it by accident!” She shouts, turning bright red as Harry laughs loudly, kissing her cheek as she pouts looking down at her mug.

“You know I liked it, it’s okay baby” he says resting her head on his shoulder as she cuddles into him, her empty mug on her lap as she pulls the blanket down from the back of the sofa, placing her empty mug on the floor and throwing the blanket over them both.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you” she says feeling sleepy, her day catching up on her as Harry helps her nurse her injury, his hands fixing the frozen peas on her ankle if they move a little.

“You’d probably break your neck or something” Harry says as she groans looking up at him, his dimples popping out as he laughs at his own joke.

“I’m being nice!” She says as he bends down to peck her lips, their smiles against one another lips as they pull away looking at one another.

“I know m’baby, I don’t know what you’d do without me either!” He says sighing in contentment as she rolls her eyes squishing her face into his chest.

“Harry!”