#ive got history and physics today

[dykepaldi]

designing an all dyke tardis team rn (for powerpoint night w some friends where we present what we would do if we were dr who showrunner) and oh man i cant wait to show u guys…. my mind is filled with beautiful lesbians that i have channelled onto this page……

[thesewordsareallihavetogive]

Life imitates art - Dr. Jack Abbot x amputee!reader

Summary: 2.6k words. Jack is sent into a tailspin when the woman he’s been eyeing for months at his amputee support group arrives at the Pitt in a gurney. Based on this request by @seasiren212! (this is now a series! Here's the master list)

Warnings: canon-typical depiction of wounds and medical situations, cancer in remission, some medical jargon, reader’s history of BKA, Jack’s history of BKA & accident, age gap, angst, etc. The most unrealistic part of this fic is a doctor spending this much time with one patient (live laugh love the U.S. healthcare system).

a/n: ugh I cried a little bit while writing this. I’m so passionate about oncology care mwah. Abbot is working day shift in this fic. Surrender yourself to the plot and pretend he’s covering for Robby if you must. Divider credit!

At 23 years old, your leg was amputated just below the knee. You’d been fighting bone marrow cancer for a while now, and you were running out of treatment options. To mitigate the risk of significant metastasis, your oncologist recommended an amputation.

So it was off with your leg.

Before the amputation, you’d spent months in and out of the hospital. Somehow, despite the fatigue, aches, and genuine existential crisis over whether this reality was a fate better than death, you graduated with your Master's degree in art history after completing most of the program virtually from your hospital bed. You got special permission from the dean of your university’s college of the arts to defend your thesis from the hospital. Your nurses arranged for you to use a conference room on the floor and made sure everything was thoroughly cleaned to prevent the risk of secondary infection.

Your IV was hooked up to some medications you couldn’t pronounce, but by now, you’d learned how to wave your arms around wildly without letting the tubing hinder you. The thesis committee didn’t go easy on you during your defense just because you were sick. Good. You didn’t want them to. You’d researched and studied your ass off, and earned the right to defend your thesis. The one you’d spent countless sleepless nights and nauseating days working on. So what if you were presenting at UPMC’s Cancer Center?

The oncology unit staff were the first to celebrate you as soon as you made it out of the conference room with happy tears in your eyes. In the time you’d been presenting, the halls had been decorated with streamers. Balloons surrounded your hospital room, and you were given an elaborate bouquet of artificial flowers. You did it.

The RN who’d been caring for you the longest was the one to push your wheelchair across the stage during your hooding ceremony. The oncology unit staff lined the front row of the audience and cheered louder than you’d ever heard.

“MA” looked pretty damn good after your name in your email signature. The Master of Arts degree hung proudly on the wall of your apartment, a forever reminder of your resilience through it all.

It took grueling months to find the right prosthetic and get it fitted properly, and even more years of physical therapy to allow you to be here today, giving narrated walking tours through the Carnegie Museum of Art.

Jack met you at his amputee support group.

At first, he assumed you were there as a student. You were quiet. Observant. Some of the local clinical psychology degree programs assigned students to attend open support group meetings. The large, structured tote bag that followed you to every meeting supported his theory. He imagined you had a laptop, a textbook or two, and a can of Red Bull in the bag, if he had to guess.

You didn’t take notes like other students Jack saw in the past, but you didn’t seem like the type that needed to take notes in the moment, anyway. You were a breathtaking wallflower at the meetings, it was hard not to notice you. The floor-length dresses that complemented your body and draped across you in all the right places were delicate and dainty. Jack was dying to know if your personality matched your exterior.

If Abbot had to guess, he’d say the mystery girl at the amputee support group was in her mid-to-late twenties, though she didn’t necessarily dress like it. Your wardrobe was all maxi skirts and long flowy dresses, cardigans and cable knit sweaters, statement earrings and small chain necklaces. Jack overheard one of the younger group members complimenting your clothing style one day, describing it as “serving cottage core meets coastal grandma chic.” Whatever the hell that meant.

At one of the meetings, you barely showed up on time. You were flustered and a bit disheveled, blowing a stray strand of hair out of your face, but still beautiful as ever. An intricately decorated lanyard and your employee badge hung out of the purse’s wide mouth.

Your name, MA. Art Historian, Curator, and Guest Guide. Carnegie Museum of Art.

Hmm. Jack wasn’t really one for the arts. He was most creative when figuring out how to perform complex medical procedures in unconventional situations. He was methodical and analytical in his life. He approached situations and his work with scientific precision, but he could be tempted to give the museum a visit if it meant he might run into you.

The Pitt’s ambulance bay was never empty for long. Gurneys rolled in and out of the ER all day and night. After all his years in emergency medicine, few things surprised Doctor Abbot anymore.

Until you rolled in.

Dana was the first to reach the EMTs, taking report as she guided them to an available room. Doctor Abbot watched from the provider desk, his mouth slightly parted as his eyes tracked you the whole way across the Pitt.

The charge nurse barely made it out of the room and assigned the patient to Abbot before he jumped out of his seat and bee-lined to room five. “On it,” he said, to no one in particular. Dana stood back and observed his uncharacteristic movements for half a second with her hands on her hips before returning to her millions of other tasks.

Doctor Abbot pulled back the exam room curtain to reveal you sitting on the gurney, fidgeting with your museum badge and shaking your exposed shoe back and forth.

“Hi, kid,” he greeted, donning gloves. He took note of the prosthetic leg covered in floral designs resting next to your hip. Not a student. An amputee. Abbot hummed inwardly.

“Oh. Hi, Jack,” you responded, surprise gracing your face. You knew he was a doctor; he mentioned working at the hospital a couple of times during support group meetings, you just didn’t know he was a doctor here. You took him in. Frustratingly, he was handsome as ever in his black scrubs with toned, muscled arms that threatened to burst out of his short sleeves, with a badge that read Dr. Abbot. Attending Emergency Medicine Physician. Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center.

Despite the situation, you couldn’t help but notice that his gray curls were a little more mussed than usual, like he’d run his hands through them at least half a dozen times. You yearned to follow suit.

Mateo followed Doctor Abbot into the exam room not long after and glanced between you and the physician a couple of times, trying to decipher the dynamic. It was obvious the two of you knew each other, but he kept quiet and set up the WOW for orders in case Doctor Abbot needed it.

Jack sat down smoothly on a rolling stool and scooted close to your bedside. Maybe closer than was necessary, but no one in the room objected to it.

“What brings you in?” He swept his eyes over you analytically. You looked fine on the surface, sans the removed prosthetic accompanying you against the bed rails.

“Bum leg,” you sighed. This was embarrassing. Even when you leaned back against the gurney, unsuccessfully attempting to relax, you never broke eye contact with Jack.

“Figures. Mind if I take a look?” Abbot replied without missing a beat. He rubbed his chin, eyes darting between your face and the raised slope of your leg underneath your dress.

You hesitantly pulled up your skirt to reveal the angry red skin surrounding what was left of your knee joint. For some reason, exposing your thigh felt intimate, even in the hospital. It didn’t look good, and it admittedly had Jack concerned, but he wouldn’t let you know that. At least not yet. It didn’t look like cellulitis, at least not on the surface. There was no wound weeping or skin dimpling. He’d still run cultures just to be safe.

“Are you resting your leg often? Do you remove the prosthetic?” He ran through a slew of questions. Sure, he knew more about amputations and prosthetics than the average physician, but he wanted to know more about your story.

“Well, I’ve given roughly 8 hours of walking tours through the museum every day for the past week, plus 2 hours today,” you rattled off your schedule. It was strenuous, but this was the life you worked and studied and fought to build for yourself. You had no regrets.

Jack gave you a stern look, and you shrank under his gaze. You almost reminded him that he was being hypocritical, with his 12-hour shifts at the Pitt, but decided against it.

“What else?” He pressed. You sighed.

“I can put my socks and sleeves on, but they’re tighter than normal. The prosthetic will fit on, but it hurts.” The a lot was silent, but you both knew it was there. “I was limping this morning, and I eventually fell while giving a tour,” you continued. Doctor Abbot immediately scanned you for signs of any other fall-related injury. No bruises or bumps as far as he could see. “But a guest caught me. And the museum director insisted that I get checked out. Even though I’m fine,” you finished, exasperated.

“You and I must have different definitions of ‘fine,’ my friend,” Jack exhaled and leaned back, just far enough to not topple off the stool.

A comfortable silence fell between you two while Jack weighed treatment options. This was more of an outpatient specialist matter, but he was glad you came in. He’d learned more about you in the past 15 minutes than he had in the past 3 months of staring longingly at you during the amputee support group meetings.

Mateo felt like he was intruding on a private moment. He cleared his throat and started preemptively entering orders in your chart.

“Cultures? For cellulitis rule-out, Dr. Abbot?” The physician nodded thankfully to the nurse. Jack didn’t miss the flash of fear that crossed your face. Doctor Abbot ordered an ultrasound as well, just to make sure there wasn’t an underlying abscess forming, potentially evidenced by the edema at the end of your limb.

You cleared your throat. “Could you also run a CBC?” you asked, wringing your hands together. Abbot nodded again and stood, dusting his hands on his pants to keep them busy.

“Why?” It wasn’t accusatory. He’d do it anyway if you asked for it; he just wanted to know why.

“I’m in remission. Bone marrow cancer. Doesn’t hurt to check for signs of recurrence when funky things happen,” you shrugged, though you were obviously tense as you gestured to what was left of your left while pulling your dress skirt back down.

The room went silent.

That definitely would’ve been added to your chart’s medical history if you hadn’t come in by ambulance and instead had the pleasure of meeting Lupe at registration.

Up until now, why you attended the support group meetings wasn’t Jack’s business. Now, you were his patient. Your health and history were absolutely his business now.

Doctor Abbot offered a small smile and agreed to the additional test. You didn’t want his sympathy, he knew that better than anyone. He knocked on the door frame on his way out with a promise to be back shortly.

For a minute, Jack pondered what it would’ve been like to know he’d be losing his leg before it happened. When he had his accident, the decision was made for him. The blood loss had been near fatal. He’d long since passed out when the military medics realized they were forced to decide between his life or his limb, the lesser of two evils. He wondered if he had the time to plan a new reality beforehand, if things would be any different. Any better. He didn’t think they would.

He thought you must’ve been young when you were diagnosed with cancer. You were young now, notably younger than him. He wondered when you had the amputation, how old you were—how young you were. The ‘stump’, as you called it, was healed. The multiple incisions left silvery scars on your marred skin. You had lived without the leg for quite a while now.

Mateo drew your blood panel and cultures. He carefully added the bottles and tubes into a stat biohazard lab bag with the promise that an ultrasound tech would be by soon.

“Good news and bad news,” Doctor Abbot strolled back into your exam room with results as soon as he could, true to his word.

“Good news: Blood cultures were negative and the CBC was all within normal limits. And the bad news,” he continued, scrolling through your chart on an iPad before looking up at you. You nodded with a sharp inhale and gripped the gurney’s side rail, prepping for whatever diagnosis he might deliver. His eyes softened.

“Bad news,” he said quieter, “is you’ll need to stay off that leg for a while. At least until some of the inflammation goes down. I’ll leave the specific guidance up to your prosthetist. But for now, doctor’s orders are to cut back on the 8-hour walking tours. You got a wheelchair?” He asked with his arms crossed over his distractingly broad chest. He was solution-oriented, but not convinced you would heed the medical advice. You were strong-willed, that much was evident.

You groaned and threw an arm over your face to cover your eyes. You thought of the wheelchair you’d shoved to the back of your closet years ago. After a few beats of silence, you nod. You’re not happy about the plan of care, but you agree to it nonetheless.

“Do you have someone to take you home?” Jack asked, shuffling your discharge paperwork to keep his hands busy. Otherwise, he might give in to the urge to reach out to you. 

Everyone you knew was either working or busy. Internally, you felt like a burden. The people in your life didn’t feel that way, but it didn’t make the guilt go away. You chuckled inwardly. What doesn’t kill you gives you a dark sense of humor.

“I’ll figure it out,” you replied nonchalantly, already opening the rideshare app on your phone. Jack frowned. If he weren’t in the thick of his shift, he’d offer to let you hang around in the lounge and take you home himself, but that wouldn’t be for another 5 hours. At least.

“I’ll come check on you after my shift,” he resigned. It wasn’t a question or an offer.

“You don’t have to do that,” you looked up at him from beneath your lashes, shocked that he would even suggest such a thing.

“I insist. It’ll make me feel better knowing you’re okay,” Jack replied without missing a beat. So he cares about you. Hmm. His hands found his hips, only adding to his inherent sass factor.

“You don’t know where I live,” you retorted. The banter was fun. God forbid a girl take advantage of her amputation to flirt with a silver fox trauma doc.

“I’m literally two taps away from finding your address in your chart,” Abbot smirked. He wasn’t lying. A couple of gestures on the iPad later, he was parroting your address back at you.

“Fine. But you better bring food with you.” It was your turn to leave no room for argument. You eyed him up and down, watching the way he squared his shoulders with confidence.

“It’s a date,” Jack replied easily, without thinking. You couldn’t tell whose cheeks were more flushed, yours or his. He didn’t dare take it back, though. Either way, you agreed.

“It’s a date.”

a/n: At the risk of sounding desperate, I'm begging y'all to leave comments and interact with my work. The likes are so super duper appreciated but I kind of feel like I'm posting into a void when 99% of the engagement is likes with no comments. anyway!! COMMENTS ARE REALLY APPRECIATED!! They keep me motivated to write more <3

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[harmonia-university]

Some history facts with Prof. Elsie!

Hey! The name's Elsie, and I'm a history professor at Harmonia University! I specialize in human history, but I'm pretty passionate about history in general so I guess the Askblog Council came to me with all these questions from you guys, heh heh!

You probably saw me a while ago anonymously answering a few of these questions. But I think I'm brave enough now to show my face to everyone and be an official member of the Blog! I believe these questions were asked a while ago, but now I have the time to answer them so...well I guess I should address them eh?

What can you tell us about humans?

Well I think I've mentioned before, and it's probably obvious just by looking around, but they're nonexistent here! They did exist at one point, we were all living harmoniously together...until some unfortunate circumstances that led to a big war between humans and Pokemon. From then on, humans started having less of an impact and then just...completely vanished, without any warning.

Was it ever stated how all the humans disappeared? Is it simply an extinction event or more of a supernatural thing?

That's a pretty big topic in today's history research actually! Pokemon were winning by a landslide, but ultimately the war ended in a truce between Pokemon and humans. As a result, the roles shifted a little bit, as before Pokemon were often companions to humans, almost like a pet...but now we were more independent. Living among them as civilians.

The complete disappearance is truly an enigmatic event that is a big debate among experts nowadays! Some associate it with a giant meteor shower - the biggest one seen in history that wiped out humans, as us Pokemon are quite durable. There's also been recounts of a blinding, soul crushing flashing beam of light that wiped them all out. Either way, life was becoming more unsustainable for humans as things evolved to fit Pokemon-kind more...that probably accelerated things. But from how fast it happened and the fact that the event was very poorly documented...there's more reason to believe that someTHING supernatural caused it.

What are your thoughts on humans as a whole? How do you feel about their unfortunate fate?

My family was always very close with humans. I've only heard great things about them, and all the cool stories of how my family, against all odds, won the biggest battles in international leagues and tournaments, all thanks to a trainer that knew how to make a small, weakling species like ours, very strong! I grew up with a very positive outlook on humans, and it makes me really sad that things turned out the way they did. Like I said earlier, we wouldn't be here if it weren't for the humans. That's probably what led me down this path, honestly. Haha!

What's the geography of the world like? How has the geography changed since the human times?

The humans were in the midst of restructuring and renaming the regions in the world. To make them more...friendly sounding I guess. Certain areas also wanted to be their own thing...so that's where regions like Unova and Alola come from.

When the humans were wiped out, this was an unfinished project that Pokemonkind were determined to finish. Physically, the world is the same. But how everything is divided is probably different from what you're used to.

The region that Harmonia University is in - Arboria - although one of the biggest regions in the world, remained in one piece, somehow! Our downstairs neighbour got split into a few parts...Unova and Alola, as Ive mentioned, and some of the desert areas became known as the Orre region.

Another example where things are different...the Freyurr region! This was comprised of 3 different regions before - collectively known as Scandinavia. After the human extinction, this region became one with 3 distinct areas with their own language and culture.

What happened to Pokeball technology? It seems like it could be dangerous, but on the other hand it could be useful - especially for transportation! And it's low cost, low space, I'm surprised I haven't seen any evidence of the technology being converted for modern use.

Pokeballs are pretty much nonexistent nowadays, near impossible to get your hands on as a normal civilian! It was one of the biggest things that the Pokemon back then had a gripe about with the humans. Although not completely inhabitable, living in a Pokeball was very unpleasant - it's basically like being put into a very deep slumber, for who knows how long. Not much room to do anything or move around in there. Plus, many humans caught and collected tons of Pokemon with no rhyme or reason - many of them were left abandoned in Pokeballs and PC’s, never being able to see the light of day.

Other than for research and education purposes, Pokeballs have been banned all around the world ever since Pokemon civiliazation was born. We don’t even use them to capture our own ferals.

I've heard rumors that humans had experimented with themselves to turn into Pokemon before, but I'm assuming it's all just a myth. Was there ever a possibility that some of the humans ended up becoming Pokemon due to their experiments?

Pah, I'm pretty sure that was all a hoax. I'm sure humans have tried, but honestly they didn't make any breakthroughs in that front. I don't think human genetics were wired in a way that would even make that possible. They were able to kind of do it with Pokemon due to there being a particular species with properties that could allow it. But humans to Pokemon...nah that'd be a complete rewrite of everything! Or maybe...a really fun dream.

Do the Galar fossil Pokemon exist? How do fossil Pokemon work, are they revived or have they just always been around?

Yep, they do exist. But there's a bit of a catch...all of the fossil-revived species living today were revived during the human era, or are descendants of those that were. We've had to abolish a lot of those fossil revival labs, as newly found fossils would just come out as feral Pokemon with really nowhere to go. Now there are some such Pokemon in captivity, but it's strictly for ethical research purposes!

Anyways, I think that's all the questions that were left over for me! Hope that was informative. Our history isn't pretty but I think it's still really important to learn about it all. Haha! Well, if any of you still have questions, or just want to come chat with me...I'll be available!

[stygiansauce]

🦃 morning / afternoon / evening!

Scarian is the classic <3 ive only written them once for a friend and it took me… months… got stuck on one scene and avoided it for ages (and then got into taurtis x grian but that’s another story)

Cub and Scar being brotherly and inseparable is soo <3333 everything to me. Have you read “closer to another shore”? Oh my god. Changed my life. And scar and Cub within that book… absolute peak. Devoured it twice over and once more on top of that. Very much recommend if you want to tear your own heart out and crush grian like a bug!

ooo! I'll have to give that one a lookie!

I have this whole scale AU for Scarian that I'll write one day. it's bound to be my hardst work yet (yeah including the historial research and mapping nightmare that is Dealing Despair), because Splinter is one of those fics you have to plan every single scene out to make it all come together in the end.

My goal with Splinter) whenever I get around to writing it, it is to have like a fraction of coolness Birrdie's as above, so below has?? It's still one of my favorite fics of all time and I strive to write an AU like that one day. Splinter isnt the same thing? it's like a past life kind of thing, but the part im trying to emulate from aasb is the "oh something is happening here...I am scared of it" vibe.

Eitherway, if you want a good Grian fic (with some Scarian) THATS the fic. This is the fic I give to all my friends new to the fandom/to fanfiction. I shove aasb and Dirges in the Dark at them because those are the two fanfics I want on my shelf YESTERDAY. Like physical copies. (I am working on that actually....)

OKAY I'VE YAPPED ENOUGH! Time to clock in for the writing shift today <3

[macsimagines]

Ah i'm glad for the clarification! And your hc are all super good too! I'm excited to try for a matchup for Tokyo Revengers, since I don't think Ive done one at all and today's officially my 20th Birthday 🥳

My name is Lucy, physically I'm 165cm tall (I wish I was so much taller), long brown wavy hair and green eyes, I also wear glasses and have a bunch of freckles in my face, I don't have many curves but a very pronounced waist and a curved S spine. I have many different clothing styles from femme to masc because fashion and expression is important to me, although I don't wear a lot of accesories like necklaces or earings because they overwhelm me in those sensitive areas.

As for personality, I'm never ashamed to be myself, very talktative, social and passionate about the things I love, talking about everything and anything both seriously and joking is what I live for. I consider myself charming and confident, but can very easily come off as intimidating. I love to share opinions and hobbies, and ask alot about someone elses too. I adore horror, musicals, all types of bugs, pranks, poetry and eating out. I'm an older sister of twins by 12 years, and I take all of the housework because of it, cleaning, cooking and everything else falls to me. Since I'm a linguistic and translation major, being good with words and expressing yourself both creatively and specifically is second nature. That same passion becomes explosive when having arguments because I really stand my ground, I have very clear moral and persinal grounds that I stand on. It has made me become stubborn but also incredibly loyal to those I know, since I'm very clear on never judging others, because one never truly know what the other person is going through, but said empathy becomes an issue with my history of letting abuse go because of it. That leads to being overly lenient with people, but also incredibly resentful. I heavily dislike violence and detatchment, since I came from a background full of it, hence why I love showering people with love, attention and compliments. Specially in the context of the series, I understand why violence becomes recurrent. I crave being needed and loved, but I'm so afraid of being loved back.

I'm not sure if we're meant to include preferences, I appreciate people who understand what it's like to grow up in a tough enviorment, that also craves love and it's willing to give it. To be able to feel like a child in a safe space. I don't enjoy when people are overly mean because it feels like chasing love, and because the lines between tease and cruelty becomes blurred.

I'm not sure if this is how it's suppoused to be done 😭😭 I hope it is, thanks for the hard work :33!!

Happy birthday Lucy!!! I think you wanted a matchup but im also including a few headcanons and relationship song! heres who ive got you with

💚#KAKUCHO HITTO#💚

Its only because you get him, baby. You guys can be yourselves around each other. Even better, you get to be weak together. The whole world seems to just stop for a few precious moments you two get to have together.

He doesn't have to be this hardened punk ready and willing to throw hands at the drop of a hat. No Kakucho can just melt in your arms and rest his head right on your chest. He gets to be soft with you.

Soooo goddamn sweet and gentle with you. Its a priveldge to treat you like a princess. And an even sweeter gift how bashful and shy you are.

Don't get me wrong he's soft but hes a soft-dom. Meaning he's still in charge, baby. Tell him you don't like it when he snuggles you close and holds you like you're the most delicate thing on earth? Too bad. Hate that he showers you in all sorts of sweet talk when its just the two of you? He won't stop.

Its never PDA though. He saves all of that mushy stuff for when you're in private. In public though? You're off fucking limits. Anyone so much as walks in your direction and Kakucho is sending them home with a concussion.

And not liking violence? Well he tries not to do anything in front of you. But what you don't understand is that you're the most amazing person on the planet. You're his Soulmate. How can you expect him to not get a little crazy.

[quad-nova]

any way in a modern linked universe wind is in like a remote/home school co-op because he lives on an island with canonically a total four (4) school aged kids and no physical school so he does online classes with people from different islands, which is how he originally meets like medli and makar. tetra’s boat got that satellite internet so he sits in his 9th grade english zoom call and discusses great expectations with some teacher who lives on windfall and then the second he leaves the call he and tetra have an hour to commit pirate crimes until he has to be back on for geometry.

(the pirate crimes wind and tetra commit are not the act of exploring uninhabited islands, actually - i'm imagining tetra's boat to be like a offshore ketch (since its carrying a crew most of the time and because i want the a e s t h e t i c that comes from having multiple sails, but i also want link and tetra to ditch the rest of their crew and go off on their own) so they can probably sail at 6-8 knots (7-9 mph) which makes leaving territorial waters* (12 nautical miles (~14 regular miles)) a viable day trip adventure for them. the government of hyrule defines piracy as (conveniently for me) "acts that endanger the safe navigation of ships" **(and ive decided sailing without a boating license is included in this list along with, ya know, the usual things like seizing control of a ship or plundering distressed vessels (has tetra's crew ever seized control of a ship or plundered a distressed vessel? who knows, certainly not a court of law)) gonzo has a valid boating license and tends to be at the helm since it causes the least problems if they get questioned at port. tetra, however, (as an unfortunate side effect of being born in secret to escape unspecified hyrule royal family political turmoil(context pending)) does not legally exist in the eyes of the law, and therefore has not only no boating license, but also no legal identification at all. therefore, the act of sailing on the open seas without a license counts as a "endangering the safe navigation of ships" in international waters ∴ piracy)

four is home schooled because he refuses to learn anything that he isnt intensely interested in, so grandpa smith threw in the towel years ago and just counts his 16 hour long deep dive on 18th century occult practices as a history assignment. he'd love to push for some grammar lessons today but four has already disappeared into the garage to use a disassembled microwave to do fractal wood burning*** on the handle of a bowie knife he made out of a broken crescent wrench.

*contiguous zones? economic exclusion zones? never heard of them, its my half thought out modern au, the bureaucracy only exists in ways that are convenient for me

** us law defines acts of piracy that endanger the safe navigation of ships as: seizing or exercising control of a ship by force or threat of force, performing an act of violence against a person onboard a ship, destroying a ship or its cargo, placing or causing to be placed on a ship a device that could destroy or damage the ship and its cargo, destroying or damaging maritime navigational facilities or interfering with their operation, communicating navigational information that is known to be false but likely to be believed, plundering distressed vessels, corruption of seamen, depredation at sea, privateering, injuring or killing a person while committing any of those acts listed, and attempting or conspiring to commit those acts listed. i choose to believe that tetra has committed a third or more of this list

*** there have been 34 reported deaths from fractal wood burning, do not attempt.

[oceansssblue]

hello hello friend, i have a writing request!

can i get a commander mayday x reader? something along the lines of reuniting after him surviving barton 4, just some fluffy fluff (and maybe a little angst sprinkled in if you feel its necessary hehe)

much love <3

Hey there! Interesting request, we don't see much of Mayday round here but I totally get the appeal!

Obviously some changes to the show, but all for us to enjoy ;)

Hope you like it!

Xx,

Sky.

"COLD WITHOUT YOU"

SW REQUESTS –MAYDAY/(GN)READER 📩💔💖

WARNINGS: FROSTBITE&INJURY, OTHERWISE FLUFF.

It is a cold day in Barton IV; and that is saying a lot, considering the ever present freezing air on the almost desolate planet currently ruled by the Galactic Empire. You are somewhat of a nomad, having left the troubles of your past life behind; living a mostly solitary life in the mountains. It isn't the most comfortable of lifes; but you appreciate the peace and quietness that blankets your little home cavern after so much pain and destruction.

You step inside your home, instantly feeling physically better. The cave you live in shields you perfectly from the howling wind; and once you lit up a small fire in your humble living room of sorts, the temperature rises slowly but steadily. Today has been one of those days where the cold seems to slip it's thin fingers inside your clothes; leaving them humid and sticking them to your skin.

You disrobe and change to an entirely new set of clothes. You're shaking while you do so; but soon you're dressed with a dry set and you sigh in relief, sitting down next to the fire and pulling your socks off, smiling at the warming heat inches away from your frozen toes. It feels like heaven, such a small thing.

You stay close to the fire for some minutes, warming up. Once the tingling sensation has reduced and your skin and muscles feels something akin to normal, you reach over to your vault and take a pack of rations out.

"Cheers, Mayday" you joke out loud, and take your first bite into it.

It's not your everyday dinner; not you're favourite. You're pretty self-dependant. You know how to hunt your food –wether it's edible plants and fruits, or a small or large mammals–. Birds are more difficult to catch –unless they're injured–; but you've definitively had them more than once too. Hell, you've even had lizards and other small reptiles for lunch. However, when the temperatures are extremely cold and you aren't as lucky as to find much of a prey, you always have Mayday's extra rations. That's actually how the two of you met; he was scanning the perimeter of his base, once, and you were inmerse on the hunt. He watched you kill a mountain cat; and made a comment about that being a good ammount of food for two. You had been shocked by his presence and his suggestion; but loneliness had started to pull on the strings of your heart back then, and you had nodded dumbly. That night you had shared your first dinner and the warmth of your bodies; and the rest was history.

In present time, you go to sleep with a tired but soft smile on your face.

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Hours later, you wake up with shuffling steps and grunts right outside your cave. You instantly frown and grab your blade, standing up quietly and slithering towards the entrance in alert. It sounds human, so your first instint is to think of Mayday; but there's more than one set of wobbly steps, and he would never bring visitors unannounced. No, it's definitively a stranger.

You see him first. He's tall and skinny; you can see that even with his armour on. It's different than those you've seen before as well; almost black, and paiting a dark contrast against the white of the snow behind him. He's got a riffle attached to his back and a visor on his helmet; some sort of sniper. He's covered in snow, shaking visibly; his companion too, who has to be almost dragged inside in order to...

"M-mayday?" You stutter, freezing on the spot and lowering your blade, abandoning your agressive possition instantly.

"W-we're going to n-need some... help..." the stranger grunts, teeth clashing violently against each other, and you spring into action, quickly standing at your partner's other side and holding some of his weight.

The three of you stumble inside; and collapse near the fire.

You're frenetically checking him inmediately. You rip his helmet of; for once having no care where it lands while you cup his face trying to get his attention and then take his pulse when he barely responds. It's faint but it's there.

"What happened?" You question the stranger in pannick.

You quickly work on taking his armour off; piling it up fast and methodically at your side. You feel the stranger studying you, but you don't even glance at him. Mayday is all that matters now.

"Avalanche" he answers, voice raspy "he hit his head. The most worrying thing now is the frostbite, though. I'd take a look at his feet if I were you".

You nod in understanding.

You're both silent for the next handful of minutes; while you leave Mayday in just his underware before covering him with one thick blanket after another. You take up some heating packs of your vault too; breaking the sticks and pushing them under the blankets so he warms up even faster. You throw some other things at the stranger too; hear him change as well in the silence of your home.

Mayday's still shivering half an hour later. His skin still looks dangerously red and blue; body trembling in his unconsciousness. You've already pushed him close to the fire, used some heat sticks, changed his wet clothes and covered him in blankets. There's only so much you can do.

Without worrying on the other soldier seing you half naked, you take your clothes off, and cuddle up close to Mayday inside his refuge of blankets. He's so cold it makes you wince and tremble; but you clench your jaw and stubbornly press your whole body against him. He needs you, and the cold isn't going to stop you. Mayday mumbles and you soothe him with a caress and a Keldabe kiss.

"You better not try anything or you'll end up dead" you warn the soldier, who's still looking at the both of you, either from mistrust or surprise.

"Won't" you hear him grumble, shakily. "You're my best chance of survival. Besides, I owe him".

You only desperately wish Mayday survives the night as well.

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You wake up with your man mumbling incoherent words and pressing further into you, cold –but normal cold– nose hiding on the curve of your neck. You blink sleeply, and scan him instantly; a relieved sigh escaping your lips at the feeling of his no longer alarming body temperature stealing some of yours.

Your hands come up to cup his face; brushing his long disheveled hair aside and staring at him with raw adoration and love. You can't help yourself and kiss him, then; a soft, heartfelt press of lips.

Mayday groans and groggily opens his eyes; scanning the situation –gaze lingering on Crosshair's lying form a pair of meters away– before returning to you. He hums, and hides his face in your neck again, kissing your skin gently.

"Morning, cyare" he whispers, voice hoarse but sounding like a dream to you. "Sorry for stealing your heat tonight".

You sigh in content and wrap your leg around his hips. One of Mayday's strong big hands reaches down to hold your thigh against him.

"Just happy you're safe and sound, May" you whisper back at him, pulling back to look at him in the eyes. "You scared the shit out of me".

Mayday hums and tugs you closer to him. The warmth feels delicious below the blankets. You can't help but feel a slow, unhurried tingle of arousal building inside of you. You don't do anything to chase it.

"Mm. I know. I'm sorry, mesh'la. Yesterday was a mess".

You stay in silence for some time; both of you caressing each other's skin softly.

Your eyes glance back at the other soldier sleeping on your cave.

"Who is he?" You whisper to him.

Mayday takes a moment to answer.

"Imperial sniper. A clone, though obviously different than me. I Think... Think he's starting to get tired of it. Some part of him clinges to the Empire like it's the only thing he has left; but I think it's just a matter of time before he let's go".

You hum distractedly. Your nose brushes against his.

"You trust him?"

Mayday sighs.

"Trust is a powerful word" he carefully answers. "I think he's made some bad choices, like me. But he's a good kid".

You give him a soft smile and kiss his lips once more. His beard and mustache tickles your skin.

"You can't save everyone".

Mayday smiles; a small, nostalgic tug of his lips.

"I know" he whispers, closing his eyes and cupping your cheek with his hand, foreheads pressing together. "I'll just focus on you, then".

THE END.

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Boom! This oneshot came up being a mix of fluffy and nostalgic/melancholy angsty! I hope you liked it!

Next work will be a non romantic Echo&Omega angsty/comfort convo. After that we've got a cryptic pregnancy with Hunter, and then some more fun&light oneshots too!

Stay stunned,

Xx,

Sky.

PS. Still not knowing how to link works with just the title. I accept help xD.

Back to my main masterlist here:

[x22817]

^Herz at the hospital earlier today

This was the only picture I was able to get because I had to undress and put all of my belongings once we got onto the surgery floor

Health update under the cut

Scopes are done!

I had an endoscopy (they stick a camera down your throat into your belly) and a colonoscopy today. My OBGYN noticed I had really severe hemorrhoids the last time I had a physical exam with her. She was concerned enough I was referred to a GI surgeon right away.

This bitch is the coolest doc I've ever met. She came in with cat scrubs, a fish bonnet, and raccoons in trash cans socks. We walked through my entire, not just GI related medical history in about 45 minutes. The biggest concern are the hemorrhoids which have been causing me major problems lately. I couldn't poop without bleeding so much I would come close to passing out.

I was immediately scheduled for my scopes for today and for my CT scan in a couple of weeks.

The last scopes I got, I was diagnosed with a hiatal hernia, severe ulcers, diverticulitis, inguinal hernia, and "all-around general inflammation." I wasn't told what to do. Wasn't given any drugs or even supplements. Nothing.

All of my symptoms improved significantly when I was diagnosed with Addison's and started treatment. I also got much more strict with my diet. WFPB and a daily juice really helped a lot.

Alas, I never stopped having problems, then they suddenly got worse. Now we are here.

Having broken adrenal glads makes everything so much more difficult. This simple procedure had to be turned into a big event. When being sedated, I require an extra anesthesiologist who specializes with Addison's along with the regular anesthesiologist. This person is in charge of my 100mg injection of Sulocortef to substitute for my lack of cortisol.

The endoscopy revealed that I have really severe inflammation in my stomach along with the ulcers. This is probably why it always hurts to eat no matter what it is. The colonoscopy revealed that my hemorrhoids likely need surgery. We are happy I am not internally bleeding.

I have been given two medications that are supposed to help with the stomach issues. Fiber is the biggest thing that will help with the hemorrhoids outside of stitching them bad boys up. We are going to get a bidet because that helps with the pain, the bleeding, and cleanliness, though.

These are my least favorite health problems I have. I am not going to lie. I hate it all so much for so many different reasons.

BUT

I am so incredibly grateful for being heard by my doctors for the first time in my life. The nurse that did my IV, my specialist anesthesiologist, and my doctor herself all could not believe I had this procedure multiple times before and never treated for anything.

[megacarapa]

HIII PETEEEER !! UNO REVERSE >:D !! of the ask game 1, 8, 12, 31, 39 and 46 ( shh i added 2 extra questions 🤣✨)

hi rammm ty for the ask!! 💖 under the cut bc it got long😂

1. What are three shows in your watchlist that you’ve been meaning to get to?

ive been wanting to read witch hat atelier for a while but never biting the bullet agdjfk but the anime is coming up soon so im looking forward to it =) other than that, sangatsu no lion is one of my favourite anime ever and ive been wanting to rewatch it for a while and read the manga too, i also really want to catch up with the blue period manga already

8. Do you collect anything? If so, what?

rammm🤣.... i wonder if youre aware of the extent to which i "collect things"😂... so yes i love to collect things, there is too much shit i obsessively collect that i dont even know which one to talk about, but ill say this, i mostly collect digital stuff rather than physical objects (though i have those too /SHOT)

i LOVE collecting fanart, or art in general, i have a huge cloud drive with over a 100 gigs of art ive saved over the years (normal person moment) that i meticulously separate into folders by fandom/theme or if im very obsessed with a perticular fandom ill separate that further into art of specific ships or characters, its mostly for my own viewing pleasure but also one time i sold leon on a ship by just spamming a bunch of fanart of it i had saved so that felt awesome😂

12. What’s something about your best friend that you love?

my best friend is my sister!! i could go on for hours about how awesome she is and how much im proud of her but my favourite thing is the sense of security i have with her, with her i feel safe in that no matter how many times i mess up or how annoying i am she will still like me no matter what, and its a really comforting feeling

31. What’s the last music video you watched?

the way this had me scrolling my youtube history😂 does this count? a few days ago i watched SkyeWei's "no one remembers my birthday" animation and its so beautiful i watched it multiple times, i love this person's animations

39. What was the best part of your day today?

its only 10am so not much has happened yet X'D but it was very nice waking up and seeing you posted the whimsicott you drew for me🥹 also earlier i saw some cute crows hopping around, i tried to take a video but they flew away :/ also today is gonna be pizza for lunch n im so looking forward to it im starving

46. What’s the last thing a friend recommended to you that you looked into and actually liked?

ive been watching "medalist" (new figure skating anime thats airing rn) which veri has told me about a few times and having a really nice time with it =)

[jeanniebug623]

🕸️🕷️ Weaving the Web 🕷️🕸️

Chapter 4: The Jagged Piece

Quaritch stared at the boy - yes, he had to remind himself Spider was a child - as he stared back with a look of pure madness the colonel had only seen on hardened soldiers in the throws of shell shock. This was not the face of a sixteen-year-old teenager. Nor SHOULD it be.

Spider was not shaken by how Quaritch stared at him in silence but did break the silence from sheer boredom of the situation, “Something wrong? Sir?”

The colonel’s eyes moved over the boy’s body again. He was a mess. Covered in dirt, sweat, and blood. He had scrapes and bruises on his arms and legs where Wainfleet, Ja, and the staff pinned him down to put him in restraints. There were noticeably large handprint-shaped bruises forming around his middle and on his chest. But he couldn’t get angry with his men; they were only trying to diffuse a very violent situation.

”Who’s blood is that on your face, Miles?” Quaritch asked casually while he walked closer to show he wasn’t afraid of the kid. In truth, he wasn’t afraid of Spider physically but there was no way to reason away the unease he felt seeing him like this.

Spider chuckled again and gave a coy smile, biting his tongue between his teeth, before innocently shrugging, “I don’t know, sir. Some fucking idiot who got to close.”

The boy snapped his teeth as he lunged forward when Quaritch was almost at his side, jerking to a stop at the restraints’ limits. Quaritch managed not to step back at the sudden movement, but that couldn’t be said of his new hybrid reactions. Spider flopped back against the raised mattress and howled with laughter at the sight of the recom’s ears twitching back and tail flipping.

”Oh, sir, so sorry to scare you like that…those little tweaks and twitches really gave you away.” Spider said when he calmed his laughter enough to engage in conversation, “I’m just feeling…a little hyper today.”

“I can see that.” Quaritch said, overlooking his embarrassment. He planted his hands on his waist and looked the kid’s body over again, “Must be hard to get all that energy out tied up like this.”

The crazy grin on Spider’s face immediately went away and he stared at Quaritch like he’d just made the most boring observation in the history of existence. He let out an exaggerated sigh and held up his hands as far as they would go in the wrist cuffs in mock surrender.

”You brought it upon yourself though, kid.” Quaritch said, eyes homing in on the dark red blood oozing from his arm and soaking the bed before falling to the floor. Venous bleeding. He looked around for something to apply pressure and settled on the blanket on the floor. It wasn’t ideal but given the state of the medical supply cart’s contents scattered on the floor, nothing was really ideal or sterile.

He and Spider didn’t break eye contact as he picked up the blanket and reached forward to press a bundle of fabric to his inner elbow. Even though the boy was well aware of his presence and intention, he jerked back against the restraints as far back into the mattress as he could go and snarled with bared teeth.

”DID I SAY YOU COULD FUCKING TOUCH ME?!” Spider screamed so loud and suddenly that Wainfleet darted into the doorframe but stopped when Quaritch quickly held up a hand to stop him. The boy hissed again as Wainfleet looked between the two then backed out after assessing that he was still restrained.

”Fair enough.” Quaritch said sharply, “Mind if I stop the bleeding?”

”Yes.” Spider snapped sharply.

”…why?” Quaritch asked after a beat. If this version - Miles - was protecting Spider, why would he decline medical assistance?

”Because I don’t want you to fucking touch me. Duh!” Spider growled, his head ticking to the right just like it had in the forest.

”You don’t like being touched.” Quaritch observed, eyes briefly glancing at the still bleeding IV site.

”No!”

”Even if it’s for Spider’s welfare?” Quaritch asked, narrowing his eyes.

Spider’s right eye fluttered a few times as he grinned, “I can take care of myself…and anyone else that might benefit.”

”Not gonna happen, Miles. ” Quaritch said.

”Oh please, sir…” the boy said with a pout that he tried to keep to avoid letting out an insane giggle, “Please untie me, I promise I’ll be a good boy. So long as you and your boyfriend and the, uh, wet nurse? The guy in the hat? Just stay back.”

Quaritch ignored the insults and implications to his men and sighed. He backed up to the wall and crossed his arms as he leaned against it. He sighed and raised an eyebrow as he replied, “No, Miles. If you don’t pass out in the next ten minutes, I’m calling in the ‘wet nurse’ to sedate you so you can go all sleepy. And SINCE you don’t have an IV in, that means it’ll be administered via injection which calls for a big muscle. I will gladly bend you over while you get a needle in the ass as thick as a straw.”

Spider stared at him, narrowing his eyes as if contemplating if the threat was real. The kid almost looked like he was…enjoying the situation. This game of who could present the greater threat AND follow through with it. Both threats were valid.

”Fine.” Spider said with a classic eye roll then demanded, “Make it quick.”

Quaritch nodded as he pushed off the wall and walked over to the side of the bed, kneeling to get a closer look at the damage. No wonder it was still bleeding so much, he had a good quarter inch gaping hole in his arm with frayed flesh around the opening. It must have been torn out in the scuffle for how ruptured the site looked.

The colonel pressed the blanket to the arm, expecting a natural wince of pain, but the boy did nothing. Quaritch looked up to meet his gaze to find Spider staring intently at him. No grin, no challenging dip of his eyebrows, no emotion. He was just watching. And it sent cold terror down Quaritch’s spine.

But he would not be thrown off. He had to get the boy back on his feet and figure out what the hell to do with him…

Quaritch broke eye contact to look down at the wound again. He tested the wound’s condition by pulling the cloth back. Still bleeding but pressure was helping so he reapplied the cloth as it turned pink. After about ten minutes of constant pressure, aside from periodically checking the flow, the colonel was satisfied that it had mostly stopped.

He retrieved a cotton square and roll of gauze from the floor. Quaritch quickly glanced up at the boy to make sure he wasn’t about to get screamed at again and he was still just…staring. Spider had stayed quiet and still the entire time. The colonel quickly and efficiently wrapped the cotton over the wound for any residual bleeding. The kid’s arm was so small in his hand and, yet, Spider was capable of causing so much damage. He couldn’t forget that, even though he was just a kid, he was dangerous…

“There.” Quaritch said, clapping his hands on his thighs as he stood up from crouching, “All patched up and no needle in the ass.”

Spider moved only his eyes to watch the recom then looked away.

”Miles-…” Quaritch started.

”I’m tired.” Spider interrupted suddenly.

”You should be.” Quaritch said bluntly, “Brain damage, blood loss, and extreme activity will do that to you.”

”I’m not damaged!” Spider said, whipping back to him but closed his eyes tightly as his head jerked towards his right shoulder.

Quaritch wanted to grab onto the boy. Hold him while the painful tick in his head subsided. But he didn’t…whether he was afraid of Spider responding violently again or some barrier of his own, Quaritch couldn’t console him like that.

”Just try to sleep, tiger.” the colonel said gently. Assuming Spider wanted to be left alone, he shifted his feet to turn but before he could…

”Will you stay?” Spider asked as he relaxed into the firm hospital bed, “Will you be here when he wakes up…?”

Quaritch stared at the boy. When he wakes up? Just what the hell was this game?

Spider sighed and rolled his eyes before closing them, “I’m really tired so if you could make a fucking decis-…”

Now it was the kid’s turn to get interrupted.

”Yep, I’ll be here.” Quaritch said as he backed up to his spot next to the wall again. Whoever was going to wake up, Spider or Miles, he would be there when they opened their eyes. “Go to sleep, Miles.”

[transthadymacdermot]

CHARACTER INTRO: JOHN THOMPSONS

John Thompsons is notorious among the population of the Commonwealth for two things: his contributions to society's understanding of nuclear physics, and the fact that he shoved his way to the front of the line to be the first to sign the king's death warrant after the republican military coup which started the Civil War. Today he lives under house arrest in the palace, imprisoned by the monarchy which took over again after the war ended, unable to leave without permission, kept alive mostly for his intimate knowledge of the complex ancient technology which keeps the palace running. But of course he schemes for more. Wouldn't you?

Country of origin: Conriston, a northern member of the Commonwealth loosely based on a combination of eighteenth century Scotland and Puritan Massachusetts

Religion: Hugoist, meaning an adherent of a semi-illegal religious sect started in the year 650 AH by a man called Oliver Hugo. While the Commonwealth's official religion, called Puritanism, argues that the prophet recognised as a god by the powerful Marian Church (which dominates many of the Commonwealth's rivals) was not divine but merely a great human teacher, Hugoism goes a step further and identifies this prophet as an antichrist-like figure of evil who one must constantly guard against the doctrines of with constant prayer, tight-knit communities, persecuting Marians and Puritans, starting decades long civil wars with the aim of killing every heretic within the Commonwealth for good, and so on.

Occupation: pamphleteer, engineer, regicide

Location: unwillingly, the royal court of His Most Godly Majesty King Charles James IV of the Commonwealth of Harnsey and Conriston, Lord of Hieburne, and Defender of the Faith

Personality: notably deeply unpleasant and argumentative. Thompsons never let someone being his nominal friend get in the way of ruining their entire week just because he was in a bad mood when they drank the last energy drink and as a result of spending his entire life since the end of the Civil War (~5 years before the story starts) with the threat of execution hanging over his head he fears neither death nor man, with disastrous results for nearly every single other member of the royal court. At least he seems ruthlessly devoted to his beliefs -- but of course, given their nature, this too could have similarly negative effects for the aristocracy everywhere.

Some info on how Real History influenced his character under the cut

Obviously most prominently he's this universe's equivalent of one of the regicides of Charles I. His role in the Civil War was closer however to that of the Levellers -- he's like a cross between John Lilburne in that he got his foot in the door of politics when he intentionally got himself arrested for distributing outlawed pamphlets + Richard Overton in that his favourite thing ever in the world is writing mean pamphlets AND ALSO not a chance in hell did he ever get anywhere near a battlefield. He wasn't close friends with the Cromwell/Fairfax/Ireton/any other people like that equivalents but he looooves to pretend like he was and who's going to contradict him?

Secondly his role in the story is kind of like... a slightly mangled combination of Titus Oates and Israel Tonge. Like both of them he's kind of disturbingly anti-Catholic Church equivalent but he didn't get ordained as a priest to infiltrate the jesuits like Oates did in real life and, tbh, he's quite a bit more clever with his scheming than Oates was. Additionally, he kickstarts the plot when he accuses Talbott of murdering the king's advisor Lord Ewan for the Marian church (Lord Ewan having really taken an unfortunate but ultimately accidental tumble down the stairs while both of them were drunk) much like Oates and Tonge fabricated the Popish Plot in real life, but in FFAS 1. it's just him; 2. he directly accuses the rough Tyrconnell equivalent + sends him to prison for a month rather than accusing just a bunch of random people and indirectly kind of harming Tyrconnell as in real life; & 3. due to the compression of events in the story this directly leads to everything else that happens within a few months, when the Popish Plot happened nearly a decade before William III was even asked to come over to England. Additionally, no matter what other courtiers may think, he's 100% mentally sound, if unpredictable, and fully understands the implications of what he's doing. Whether or not this is true of Oates and Tonge is... disputed. Also Oates and Tonge were not, that I know of, Levellers who were personal acquaintances of Oliver Cromwell. They weren't threatening enough so I gave them an upgrade etc

[disabled-and-tired]

Besides all that I put in my previous post I have interests and hobbies I’d like to share as well! Since I was little I have played Nintendo games mostly Zelda, Mario, and pokemon. Today I enjoy those still as well as Undertale, hollow knight, Sonic, fnaf, many other indie games, kingdom hearts, and many more. I have loved Disney since I was a kid and enjoy drawing, in the last five years I’ve gotten into digital art which is pretty different but a fun experience. I also watch a lot of cartoons, mostly kids cartoons but I will watch an adult cartoon if the animation looks cool or the story has a lot of lore.

I love crafting from needlepoint works to yarn and sewing. I cosplay about once a year to go to a con for half a day (about all I can handle otherwise I’d definitely stay longer and more days). I love legos and those little wooden houses you can put together. I love candy and sweets although that has probably contributed to my pre-diabetic state so as of January I won’t be having sweets 😔.

Ive struggled finding a job that would accommodate me properly and have been through a few before giving up in 2021. I had wanted to go into zoology and be a wildlife/zoological pt however that job would be way too physically demanding so I had to give that one up. My dream job would’ve been an imagineer at Disney but that program is also physically demanding and doesn’t pay as well as I’d like. In that year I decided to look for laboratory jobs where I could sit. While scrolling through I saw one called “histology” and laughed because why was something history based in the laboratory section. I then learned it wasn’t history!!! It was a lab job where you sit down gross tissue, embed it in paraffin, cut on a microtome, and stain the tissues! All while sitting!!! I enrolled in the two year program and went through hell and some ER trips during this time but I made it out and graduated and got hired from my internship.

Although I couldn’t achieve my dreams I find myself very lucky to have found a job I can actually work with my disabilities and the company is small and very accommodating to me as I don’t think I’d have found a job otherwise.

But yeah thats more about me, I’m a gamer a crafter and a scientist.

[greensparty]

Remembering James Earl Jones 1931-2024

Sad news today that actor James Earl Jones has died at 93. He had a 60+ year in entertainment. He was an EGOT too!

He will forever be known as the voice of Darth Vader in the Star Wars movies. George Lucas wanted David Prowse (who died in 2020) to do the physical performance and Jones to be the powerful voice of the greatest villain in movie history. That's his iconic voice as Vader in Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope, The Star Wars Holiday Special (got my bootleg DVD!), Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back, Star Wars: Episode VI - Return of the Jedi, Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith, Star Tours: The Adventures Continue, on 5 episodes of Star Wars: Rebels, Rogue One: A Star Wars Story, Star Wars: Episode IX - The Rise of Skywalker, and on the 2022 series Obi-Wan Kenobi. He was uncredited for the first two films and credited thereafter once everyone knew who it was. To say he was a tremendous part of the character and the Star Wars Universe would be a colossal understatement.

Jones and Darth Vader together in 2002

Other notable performances included Stanley Kubrick's Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb, Roots: The Next Generations, Soul Man, Matewan, the King in Coming to America (and it's lesser sequel I got to review in 2021), Field of Dreams, The Hunt for Red October, a cameo in Naked Gun 33 1/3: The Final Insult, the underrated Clean Slate, as the voice of Mufasa in the animated The Lion King and the live action The Lion King.

The link above is the obit from CNN.

[tonydaddingham]

Fair enough! There's certainly no definite evidence, you can totally read it differently, but I don't think the trauma interpretation, unless you're trying to, wrongly, claim Hard Canon Facts, is this massive, wildly-out-there-impossible stretch either. There's a basis to build a case for it from, it's just that all the evidence is circumstantial and relies on interpreting inner thoughts, so you could build a completely different case from it too. Guess for me, personally, it's like when you look at the angel version of Crowley versus what he's like today, he's Been Through Things and I don't think all of that was only secondhandedly witnessed - doubt he's escaped entirely unscathed from who-knows-how-many thousand years under first one and then another dictatorial state - and of that which was firsthand, I personally don't think that was all only Hell (and whatever Hell does to him, another thing that, to be fair, is mostly implied and read into the between-the-lines, not outright stated or shown, is technically traceable to Heaven for casting him out in the first place) but hey, that's just my interpretation. What we can, I think, sort-of-conclude is that the Fall was in all likelihood painful i.e. physically traumatic (I def trust the pub scene over anything told to Aziraphale) and probably intended at least partially as punishment, seeing it's the undesirable alternative to being a good obedient angel used to keep the angels in line. Book Crowley took the maintenance lift or the back stairs, whereas TV Crowley's being, imo, taken in a more dark, dramatic direction, but I could be totally wrong, because what we've got in the show so far could go either way. However it turns out, it's wrapped in six millenia of hurt and rage and there's waaaaaay more to it then we know so far, so in essence, yes, seconded, we need a Fall scene in the 3rd season.

i definitely don't think it's a stretch, not at all!!! i definitely do not think that crowley emerged unscathed from the whole debacle, whatever happened between the pre-fall scene and eden, but because we don't know exactly what happened, im currently reading it that he's as i described - bitter, angry, upset, resentful - rather than there being any underlying form of trauma. i do also think that the flood, or some point between then and uz, is a triggering point; there's a big difference in crowley's approach to god between these two events:

crowley comes across as very innocent and trusting on the wall and in mesopotamia; the sheer act of the flood, and what aziraphale tells him about the motivation behind it, comes as a shock to crowley - now sure, to me, this could say many things, but for me the biggest among them is that he can't believe that after the fall, god would basically pull the same stunt again, and 500-odd years later in uz, he's fully unsurprised by what he considers to be an atrocious act that he's working independently to subvert and resolve (and notable that we see in uz the first in what appears to possibly be becoming a habit - what appears to be displacement onto the goats. whilst it's certainly a defence mechanism, i don't personally consider it to always be a trauma response... but look im not a psychologist).

again, that's not to say that he can't be experiencing trauma alongside this, not at all, but in line to what ive personally come to expect as a result of trauma, i would have personally expected some degree of... resignation? at the flood - 'yeah of course god would do that, why wouldn't she, she's done it before' etc. so again, whilst i don't dismiss the possibility that crowley is traumatised from the fall, it's currently just not quite ringing 100% true to me, not without (imo) the crucial information to give context to why he acts/speaks/behaves as he does. so at the moment, i feel like a good portion of his behaviour stems from realising that god is repeating history, not necessarily the first instance of it (hope that makes sense). and this, i think, feeds into his direct beseechment to god in his flat - again, that god is doing the same thing over and over again, and hasn't learnt.

i definitely take your point re: what the angel who crowley was (AWCW) was like before the fall, and the stark contrast between that and crowley as we know him now. but there is a lot in between those points; not only the fall itself, but the events leading up to it. all we currently know that is he asked questions, and that he hung out/was somewhat in cahoots with lucifer and his gang - i don't think that necessarily occurred in a short space of time after the pre-fall scene; if anything, i do wonder if crowley's fall (especially if we take the revelation about his wings darkening slightly in the pre-fall scene) was a long, drawn-out, and steady process... again, that doesn't mean he can't have been traumatised from it, but there is a heap of context that we're missing that i think will reveal what crowley's state of mind would have been in, in the lead-up to, during, and directly after, the fall.

im personally undecided about how truthful crowley was in the pub scene; i don't think it's inconceivable that, alongside skewing the details of his fall to aziraphale, crowley is capable of fudging the truth somewhat to himself. that's not to say that he deserved to fall, because i don't think that's going to outright be the case, but i do think that it's a possibility that he did something that he has refused to come to terms with or acknowledge, and has told himself half-truths over and over until he potentially believes that to be the truth.

crowley may not outright lie, but he's very good at speaking in riddles, withholding information (sometimes even subconsciously), and dancing around begrudgingly-admitted truths to make himself come across as, frankly, more impressive than he already is. to my mind, AWCW does it in the pre-fall scene, even, so we know it's not strictly crowley-as-a-demon thing:

and to me, this comes across in the pub scene too; i don't think crowley believes, in his bladdered state, that he's actually talking to anyone, but he's speaking as if he is, and as such what he divulges is once again danced around and played down. the bit where i think it does become truth is the account of the physical act of falling; that i can believe, because it's the face he pulls, and the way he twists the talisker bottle, that make me think he's actually being truthful here... everything else before it feels like he's playing to an audience (and he doesn't know it, but obviously he is - us!), and that makes me take it with a pinch of salt.

so yeah, totally with you that the physical fall itself probably wrecked some damage (i don't talk much about book!omens - i hold it close to my heart but i see it very separately from tv!omens, i have to admit - but i do think there was some element of playing-it-off in the description of his 'sauntering vaguely downwards', no different to how he tells it to aziraphale in 1862), but i still don't know how much i see it as having traumatised crowley.

to my mind (so, for clarification, this is entirely based on my experience of trauma, and may not be the case for everyone!), trauma takes away a good deal of agency, and i guess idk how much i see crowley without agency in this respect? i completely agree that the fall may have painful, upsetting, and rage-inducing, without a doubt, but does it stem from trauma? that for me is not yet clear!✨

[fanby-fckry]

Content Warning: medical/hospitals, emeto; if you’re at risk for sympathy nausea, don’t read this.

TLDR: Message replies may be slow due to Symptoms™️. I am safe, just straight up not having a good time right now.

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My prescriber said that the nausea from the withdrawals would go away almost as soon as I started taking my meds again. Specifically that it was one med in particular, and there’d be a “noticeable difference,” as soon as I took it.

But uhh… I’m not feeling it.

And this provider is new + we didn’t have time to go over a lot of details of my medical history because I was trying to explain the situation with my meds while having no coherent thoughts and a fuckton of anxiety and nausea, so I don’t think she knows that I have an additional physical condition that just… causes extreme nausea from time to time? And often gets set off by nausea from unrelated conditions?

Like, if I get the flu, there’s a good chance I’ll wind up in the hospital on an IV because it set off the other condition and I’ll so nauseous that I can’t even keep fluids down.

It happened multiple times as a preteen and teen and once as an adult. I’ve mostly got a handle on it now; I know ways to manage my symptoms before they start the Endless Cycle of Nausea, but there’s a point where those methods fall short. And I’m scared this might be it.

It doesn’t help that I’m getting emotional over other shit and there’s an emotional component to things. Underlying chronic illness + physical illness, withdrawals, and/or stress -> nausea -> anxiety/stress about symptoms -> increased nausea -> vomiting -> dehydration -> increased nausea -> repeat until hospital.

I’m trying my usual methods – the ginger chews and crackers and breathing exercises and keeping myself hydrated and eating when I’m hungry, eating slowly, avoiding irritants…

Oh fuck I just remembered, I let my dumb withdrawal cravings trick me into eating pickles earlier today because I was feeling better. Past me is a dumbass, vinegar is an irritant. Fuck.

I’d make a joke about shaking past me by the shoulders, but that sounds like a great way to make the nausea worse and I don’t wanna jinx myself lol.

Uhhh so yeah that’s what’s up with me. If I have delayed replies to messages, it means I got motion sick scrolling. Because that’s a thing my brain has decided makes me nauseous. Also, probably gonna avoid scrolling the dash for a while for that same reason, and also some gifs can set it off as well. Shaky camera, 1st person POV, stuff like that. And idk if people tag that/what they tag it for, so there’s not a good way to avoid it.

[firstdivisiongirl]

Hey bbg you are amazing!!

First just want to check in on how you’re doing, did you drink some water today? Did you eat a nice snack?

Second, I’d like to request a romantic matchup(I think that’s what it’s called) for TR, if you could please!

-I’m a guy

- im an artist, which means i have terrible posture and normally have paint or charcoal or hot glue somewhere on me(hands, neck, etc) and don’t have the heart to clean it off(unless im going somewhere i need to be clean for) because i like the feeling of being part of my art :)

- I cosplay(part of my art stuff ig) mostly one piece characters and I’m pretty good at it—I’m a huge anime nerd, and have memorabilia of it on shelves and on my ceiling(in poster form I swear I haven’t hung anyone from my ceiling yet) and I like to get dolled up on the occasion in my parents’ old Dean Martini Swank Fest outfits which consist of actual army clothing from WW2 and some stuff that makes me feel fancy

- I surf, on occasion, since I live on the west coast and have a habit of wearing a shorty wetsuit under my clothes if there’s any chance of me going near the beach

- I’m working on becoming a marine biologist, but currently I’m just volunteering down in Santa Cruz where I get to help people pet swell sharks and teach them about the animals we have there

-I know a lot about history, and I have some things from the olden days(ex a Japanese soldier’s Sabre from WW2 I got for my 15th birthday + a megalodon tooth + old jewelry

-definitely more of a yapper than a listener

-have to have music or AirPods in my ears 24/7 with some exceptions like my volunteering and my stuff

-very wide range of music taste

- I love thrills. Amusement parks, concerts, roller coasters, go kart racing, MOTORCYCLES omg that is my heaven

-I have a very low pain tolerance, which I am ashamed of because I’m as much of a crybaby as Takemichi…

-super supportive to women. I see one—> immediate compliments, smiling, giving them support or help if they need it and buying sanitary products for all my friends plus keeping them on me just in case

- not very good at taking care of myself, I’m a good cook and have a basic sleep schedule…but I spent most of my life hating myself and now it’s hard trying to get back and go a day without disrespecting myself.(I’m doing so much better than before don’t worry about me)

-physical touch, gift giving, and quality time are my ways of showing affection and appreciation

-I love video games and arcades, especially when I get to play with friends or loved ones

-I’m an Aquarius

-very clingy, but I’m patient so that’s a good thing

-cat person

-very jumpy and paranoid(my dads fault 😒)

-I married Harvey in my main Stardew Valley account(silly little doctor guy)

-decently good at insulting people or getting people to shut up

-my main use of transportation is biking, so I have “very nice leggos” -my eight year old neighbor who i taught to bike

-I’m good with kids as long as they’re not throwing tantrums

-I run out of social battery very quickly and I will just walk off in social gatherings if that happens(it takes 10-30 mins for someone to notice I left smh)

-will bake cakes for everyone’s birthday

-I really want a full leg tattoo of my favorite animal: a Siphonophore(look them up they’re freaky guys)

-ive got freckles, which im partially insecure about because people say freckles+round face makes me look like a girl so i get misgendered a lot(womp womp on my part i got all the bad genes from my parents—thankfully no addiction genes tho)

-I only allow one Christmas song—ONE— and that is Fairytale of New York by the Pogues bcs it’s so good

-avid shark defender + dolphin disliker

-cannot wear anything with a thick tag on the neck, I have to rip it out or cut it because it makes me want to remove my skin :)

I hope I didn’t forget anything or yap too much, love you Aly! You’re the best 😘

Hi! I hope you are doing well. I’m doing better. Making sure I’m hydrated and eating well. This was a good amount of information, but one thing is missing for me to match you up. Do you want matched with a male or female character?