#it feels like needles in my heart

[see-arcane]

Send help I just had a flash of a modern Dracula adaptation and am hurting myself with visions of Jonathan and Mina dancing to "Wouldn't It Be Nice" before he heads off to the castle

[echo-s-land]

Wtf is going on

[nereb-and-dungalef]

i love you darning i love you visible mending i love you sashiko i love you embroidery i love you clothes that are more patch than not i love you upcycling i love you punk fashion

[acannibalisticswordfish]

the heart’s done

Sorry about the mess I spilled the paint

[scarecrowgolem]

Went to urgent care but didn't get checked for pneumothorax which is what we were concerned about in the first place 💀 got told it's probably musculoskeletal since I had a seizure a few days ago and get spasms when I have them (but that doesn't explain like... Many other symptoms I have but okay). My partner says it felt like I wasn't being fully listened to and I agree. Pretty disappointed. I guess if it gets worse I'll go to urgent care again but in the meantime I am in pain, very fatigued, and struggling to breathe and speak 😬👍

[quietwingsinthesky]

im gonna put together a longer post after this for my other reactions but im putting this one here separately because i think it encapsulates my thoughts on this version of simm!master and its. they don’t really capture how he antagonizes the doctor. and what i mean is he simply would not let the doctor monologue at him like he does when twelve’s going off at him and missy. like ten fucking tries So Many Times to talk at the master, and consistently, the master cuts him off, snaps out a joke about whatever serious topic the doctor wants. he just doesn’t let it get that far, you know?

the stand-out moments he does are, from what i remember, the end of last of the time lords, when he literally Can’t stop the doctor from monologuing at him because he’s become jesus through Thought Power or some shit. and then the end of time moment we all love, stone-cold brilliant, which is a complete reversal where the doctor is the one (seemingly) securely powerless. when they’re on equal footing, he simply does not let the doctor talk at him.

and like yeah, the ‘didn’t listen to a word you just said’ thing is funny but. god, i don’t know how to put it. yeah, he would have listened. that’s why he always cuts the doctor off when the doctor tries to connect on the his terms rather than the master’s. that’s why he doesn’t let him monologue at him. that’s why he’s practically shouting over the doctor to be heard first.

if that makes any goddamn sense. do his bastardness properly, moffat. he would not fucking do that.

[alabaster-the-crow]

sorry i haven't gotten to reading yet. I cant tell if I have the flu or if i am having a mental breakdown

[thisismycorneroftheinternet]

I went to donate blood today because I can now, since T raised my RBC to normal levels, and whoof I could not get off that chair after the donation was over. Literally, every time I got up, thinking I was doing better, I would get all cold and woozy and lose my footing, and they'd lay me back down to rest for longer times.

[dandunn]

Sooooo...what did you think of 813? :3

Im barely coherant right now so i hope my livestreaming to my GC sums it up

From haha cry grampie to OH NO HES ACTUALLY CRYING in one hour or less

HONESTLY tho i was kind of waiting for lupin to get away with his scheme and everything while wishing it would all blow up in his face and well. Uhm. Uhm.

[entropy-sea-system]

burnt out.. dont know what would fix me(phrase half jokingly) rn maybe if I just brush and take a shower. .and sleep... I think I spent too long on embroidery...

[fallenangelblade]

i’m DYING to know everyone’s favorite lesser-known needle drop in spn. we’ve all sung the praises of O Death and Night Moves, but what’s the one that no one ever talks about that really gets you going!!!

[milo-is-rambling]

If I’ve gained nothing good from my med increase at the very least I have stopped picking the skin on my lips to the point that I no longer dry enough patches to actually pick at. I am calling this a win. Also my med increase has been good in general but yknow. Life .

[shittygothbitch]

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[the-best-bagel]

why do i feel it in my nose and ears when im about to faint 😭

[nomaishuttle]

very few ppl understand how difficult it is to be a girl who would be so into horror movies if watching skin get punctured or cut wasnt The most horrible experience for me

[preqwells]

imagining simon with a reader that's extremely awkward since it's their first serious relationship.

simon was practically yearning for your touch, ready to burst at the seams and teeter over while you hesitantly refrained. you two had been dating for at least eight months and had known each other for longer around this point, so he was well-adjusted and within his comfort zone with you; he trusts you. you’ve had flings here and there, all of which lasted more than a month if you were lucky— not your fault these assholes did a complete 180 once you officially put a title on things. for a long time, you convinced yourself that it was your fault since the only common factor in all of those relationships was you until simon was practically desperate to prove you wrong— although his poker face and lack of flowery words would ever allow him to do so.

every time simon would try to get closer to you at night? you didn’t know what to do. cheek kisses? you’d just press your lips into a tight-lipped smile, managing a small “thanks” and averted your gaze. if simon tried to hold your hand? it was almost like you’d find a way to wiggle out of it. it was almost like you weren’t used to affection— how could you of all people not be used to affection, he wondered.

he started to eventually get discouraged at one point. he wasn’t one for affection often, but you didn’t seem to want to get closer to him— why didn’t you want to get closer to him? he’d try to brush it off, but he wasn’t good with words and touch was all he had left.

it was abruptly brought up when you two were seated on the couch, his eyes mindlessly mapping out how your hair framed the side of your face, assuming it began to tickle you from the way you raised your hand and began to gently scratch the softness of your cheek. “why do you move away from me when i try to touch you?” he suddenly asked, his voice vibrating in his chest. he caught onto the way your jaw undulated at the question which only fueled his curiosity. were you aware you had been doing this to him? were you dangling your affection above his head? what a cruel game if you were, honestly. “um…” you began, a silence ensuing between you two. you didn’t know what to say— what could you say? your reasoning felt silly the more you thought about it— you didn’t want to push simon away of all people.

“i don’t know what to do or where to put my hands… and im afraid i’ll get clingy. its not that i dont like it… i do…. i just…” you mumbled, your eyes flickering between his and the tv.

…that was it?

you didn’t know where to put your hands and you thought you’d be clingy just after giving him a small hug? small kiss? he stifled a laugh which you caught onto, prompting a small pout to form on your plush lips. “why’re you laughing? i’m being serious!” you groaned, slightly frustrated at the feeling of simon not taking this seriously. simon took your frustration in stride, the roughness of his hands grazing across your cheeks as he gingerly cupped the sides of your face. “s’nothin— nothin a’ all…” he mumbled, secretly on cloud nine as he silenced you with a kiss, feeling you tense up to which he elicited a throaty chuckle. “it’s not— s’not funny!” you attempted to reprimand him which failed, seeing as how you were holding back your laugh at simon’s smile and at how ridiculous the situation was now that you thought about it.

“you’re right. i’m afraid you’ll be like a leech if you get used to me.” he mumbled against your lips. he was pleasantly surprised at the feeling of your hands returning the gesture and cupping his face, your thumbs grazing the stubble which pricked and prodded needles into the soft pads of your fingers. “shut up.” you mumbled back, pulling him down onto the couch with you as he landed on your chest. he tried to ignore the rapid beating of your heart and how it hammered in your chest, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t think it was cute.

if you weren’t used to affection, he’d have to change that.