#like from an optometrist

[airforcekitties001]

Domestic BKDK sketches

As to why this looks so sloppy.... I threw up twice last night 🤮, thank goodness I leave my door open while I sleep . And when I woke up this morning I had(andstillhave)a shit-ass headache and a horrible stomach 😩

[yi3248]

based on my experience when I collected my glasses

[arctic-hands]

I still think it's stupidly funny that a year and a half after getting vision-saving brain surgery I get diagnosed with pretty significant astigmatism and need glasses

[grandmagbignaturals]

i am gods specialist little medical mystery once again

[navree]

It’s really silly to say “if you don’t like it then don’t watch it”, fans are allowed to be upset with the direction a show it taking.

House of the Dragon could be a stand alone with no books to reference, I assure you people will still be mad at the godawful writing.

Team Black are allowed to be annoyed their leading lady is a sexist caricature of what men think feminist writing is.

Team Green are allowed to be annoyed their entire faction was destroyed just so the “heroes” can look better in comparison.

You want people to be invested in a tv show, if they’re not it will get cancelled after one season.

People have made the same complaints about Once Upon a Time, Succession, The Rookie, Stranger Things etc. None of these are based on a book or comic series.

I have a funny feeling you’re going to have a few words to say when Season 3 rolls around and in the very first episode Rhaenyra executes Alicent as revenge for Jace’s death.

"it is stupid for people to still be complaining about a change the show has been very open and upfront they're going to be making from minute one and continuing to whine about that change a half decade after it was made and isn't going anywhere is dumb"

"how dare you say that people aren't allowed to criticize bad writing!"

please do not speak to me until you learn how to read, 2025 is the year i stop concerning myself with the illiterate and the overall stupid.

[teamjlry]

"Those were five hundred-dollar sunglasses, asshole!"

[nebuvoid]

It's hoooooot and not only do i keep getting migraines from it; I'm also forced to sit in darkness in my little neet cave. It makes it bearable but I'm going out in a minute to finally get that haircut and I fear the light outside. vampirism real

[buggbuzz]

LMAO I JUST REALIZED MY ADHD MEDS MAKE MY EYES DILATE?? ITS BEEN TWO YEARS

[technoxenoholic]

anyway. i hate when i'm trying to find information that will help me find things that fit my body better for physical comfort reasons, and literally all of the search results EVEN WHEN THEY TALK ABOUT COMFORT are actually just about how to look "best" according to western beauty standards. have you fucking people ever heard of pain before. i'm trying to fucking avoid it. go fuck yourselves

[maretriarch]

putting photos of my missing glasses on milk cartons and making weepy television appeals for their safe return

[gillespiejr]

assigned visually impaired (and hard of hearing... haven't gotten that checked yet since im "too young" to have hearing loss) by my friends

[wheretheeternalare]

sorry to be weird but i saw you commenting on a post about eugene allerton on the fact that your glass frame see almost identical to his and i NEED to know what to search for/where to buy them cause i’ve been looking everywhere for that specific shape 😭

okay i can't find the exact frames online because i got them from my local optometrist but they were ralph lauren and crazy expensive, i only went with them because my optical insurance covered the first $150, sorry to be so unhelpful

they were not these but similar: https://www.framesdirect.com/polo-ph1208-eyeglasses

[lemedstudent2021]

Lost in translation

theres something i cant name about things written in a language and then translated to another to reach a wider audience. to me, there always seems to something missing. something that just doesnt cross the language barrier.

the english text is accurate and concise, but the original, while being shorter, somehow manages to pack 7 more times the emotion despite the mundanity of the story it narrates.

is this because the arabic language, one of the oldest and by far the richest language in the world, is so poetic in its nature that just about anything written or spoken in it is inherantly majestic?

is it because of the multitudes of cultures, traditions, history, and heritage each dialect of the language holds that makes it so diverse juxtaposing with the normalcy of the exchange?

or is it the simplicty and humanity of palestinian lives and the essence of their struggle captured in 4 sentences that symbolise the extent to which this conflict has reached, how the world has become, and how its people have descended?

i just cant put my finger on it.

[babycharmander]

(BOOK OF BILL SPOILERS)

I just finished reading The Book of Bill and I am kindof losing my mind over some of this stuff.

I had wondered if Alex Hirsch might make Bill sympathetic in some way and oh boy I was not expecting him to do it so successfully (and without cheapening Bill's character).

So, we learn that Bill was born into a 2D world... as a mutant who can see into the third dimension. He claims he was absolutely loved by all, but when talking about his powers, he mentions under Pyrokinesis:

"Cipher, Cipher, he's insane / Starting fires with his brain." The kids in grade school could be so cruel. But where are they now, huh? WHERE ARE THEY NOW?

So probably not quite as liked as he was letting on. To add to that, there's the silly straw page, which looks like silly nonsense until you decipher some of the codes:

"EYE DOCTOR OF A DIFFERENT KIND / WHO WANTS TO MAKE HIS PATIENTS BLIND" "THE DOCTOR SAYS / THREE SIPS A DAY / WILL MAKE THE VISIONS / GO AWAY"

I wasn't sure what this meant until I saw someone point out... he was seeing a third dimension that no one else could see. His parents probably took him to the eye doctor to try to "fix" him. Which, speaking of his eye doctor, the coded message in the section about human eyeballs says something interesting:

"MY OPTOMETRIST NEVER SAW IT COMING"

It could be a joke given beforehand he's talking about dissecting a human eye, but given the previous hints of medical abuse, I wouldn't put it past him that he tried to get revenge on his eye doctor.

Oh yeah and the whole thing about him setting his entire dimension on fire? Yeah it turns out it was entirely a mistake (he just wanted everyone to understand the third dimension he was seeing so they could be free of only two dimensions), he was so traumatized by it he blacks out when trying to recall it. He deeply, deeply regrets it, and...

"What? Your ENTIRE home dimension? destroyed? How? By what?" Bill looked distant, more distant than I'd ever seen him. "By a monster."

He sees himself as a monster.

And yet, he's not some innocent, misunderstood being. He still revels in causing pain and chaos. He's terrible in general, but becomes incredibly abusive toward Ford.

"YOU'RE MY PROPERTY. DON'T FORGET IT. The hillbilly abandoned you, your father won't want you returning without millions, you have no friends, and if you died out here in the snow, who would even miss you?"

Which... speaking of him and Ford...

Yes, yes, I know people ship them. But like, whether you see their relationship as romantic or platonic (I see it as the latter), there's some interesting parallels to be made here.

Both Bill and Ford are mutants who were mocked for their being different. (Bill was not physically a mutant, as far as we know, but more in the sense of him having vision stronger than that of everyone else in his dimension, and also having special powers. And he does describe himself as a mutant.) Both became social outcasts, separated from their families but still haunted by them (Ford seeing commercials of Stan on TV and running across old photos of him and his brother, Bill being haunted by his family in some form). Neither could return home for one reason or another. Both more powerful than their peers (Ford intellectually, Bill in terms of actual powers). Both of them isolated and alone. (Yes, Bill does have the Henchmaniacs, but they seem like shallow friends, and only really seem to follow him out of a desire to have a place to party.)

Ford was not aware of most of this, aside from knowing that Bill could not go home because his dimension was destroyed. But Bill absolutely saw himself in Ford. There was no other person he tried to use whom he felt a stronger connection to.

And he actually seems to care about Ford--he actually gave him a birthday present, and when Ford didn't like it, he decided to get drunk and party with him instead to make up for it.

And then when Ford realizes what Bill's plan actually is and refuses to go along with it, and fights back no matter what Bill does, Bill completely breaks down.

After living for trillions of years, he met someone who was like him, and that person rejected him.

He goes berserk, wreaking havoc, being caught by the dimensional authority that he's been taunting for most of his life.

And then after dying and being cast out of hell for being too annoying, he winds up faced with the Axolotl, who sends him to therapy, where he continues to break down further, sending out the book in a desperate attempt to find someone, anyone who will help him break loose and wreak havoc once again.

"You have no friends, and if you died ... who would even miss you?"

I don't know, Bill. Who would even miss you?

In short,

[ID: The front and back of one of Bill's Valentines cards. On the front is a black void with Bill Cipher lying down without his hat, gazing blankly upwards, with the text "I DON'T WANT TO DIE ALONE" above him. On the back is a simple white "TO/FROM" in red, with a red outline illustration of Bill spontaneously growing a mouth and eating a realistic, bloody heart. /end ID]

[jadehorror]

sometimes i think about my therapist suggesting i get tested for autism (since it and adhd are comorbidity buds) and like looking back with that lens. maam i dont think i need to be tested.

[sonarspace]

✮ content. fem!reader. suggestive.

thinking about choso in glasses—how he wouldn’t want to admit he needed them at first, brushing it off like it was nothing.

he’d squint at his phone from odd angles, hold books too close to his face, and you’d catch him frowning at street signs like they personally offended him.

“you’re blind as hell,” you teased one evening, catching him leaning dangerously close to the stove to read the temperature.

“i’m fine,” he muttered, poking at the pot, clearly pretending he hadn’t just been caught.

“sure,” you drawled, arms crossed as you watched him miss the timer by a solid inch.

“okay—maybe i’m fine but not perfect,” he added begrudgingly, finally straightening, eyes flicking to yours in an unconvincing attempt to look normal.

“that’s what glasses are for.”

“no.”

“yes.”

he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, already knowing this was a losing battle.

you dragged him to an eye appointment the next week.

he sulked the whole way, hands stuffed in his pockets, hating every second of the experience like the optometrist was about to sentence him to prison.

when the doctor asked him to read the chart, you had to bite your lip to keep from laughing.

“third row,” the doctor said, patient and polite.

choso squinted hard. “uh… b… d… e?”

“that’s an r,” you whispered, snickering.

he shot you a glare, cheeks faintly pink.

“looks like you’re a little overdue,” the doctor smiled kindly, scribbling down his prescription.

“great,” choso grumbled, clearly done with the entire process.

you thought he’d come around after the appointment, but when his glasses arrived a week later, he just… didn’t wear them.

you didn’t even realize he had them until one evening you came home early and found him sitting at the dining table, head bent low, glasses perched perfectly on his nose as he scribbled something down in a notebook.

you froze in the doorway, watching him for a moment.

his hair was down, falling over his shoulders, and he pushed the glasses up absently with the back of his hand, completely unaware of your presence.

your stomach did a flip.

“you look good,” you said finally, and he jolted, eyes snapping up to meet yours.

“fuck—when’d you get home?” he asked, visibly flustered, shoving the glasses off his face like they’d betrayed him.

you raised an eyebrow. “since when do you wear those?”

he fiddled with the frame, not quite meeting your gaze. “just got ‘em… forgot to tell you.”

liar.

you stepped closer, tilting your head as you slid into his lap, straddling him.

“forgot? or were you embarrassed?”

“both,” he admitted, gripping your thighs to keep you balanced.

your fingers traced the edge of his glasses, sliding them back onto his nose.

“keep them on,” you murmured, pressing your lips to his.

he kissed you back immediately, hands tightening on your waist as you ground down against him, feeling the hard press of his cock through his sweats.

“they make you look hot,” you whispered against his mouth, tugging at the hem of his shirt, wanting him closer.

he groaned softly, leaning into your touch, his glasses fogging slightly as his hands slipped beneath your shirt, rough palms dragging over your skin.

you kissed him deeper, nipping at his bottom lip as his fingers dug into your hips, guiding you to rock against him slowly, the friction sparking heat between your legs.

“fuck,” he muttered, teeth grazing your jaw as you tugged his hair, pulling his head back just enough to trail kisses down his neck.

“see?” you teased, voice breathy as you kissed along his collarbone. “glasses aren’t so bad.”

“depends how often you’re gonna jump me when i wear them,” he grunted, breath hitching as your hand slipped beneath the waistband of his sweats, finding him already hard.

“often,” you smirked, stroking him slowly, feeling the way his hips bucked into your touch.

he groaned, head tipping back against the chair as your mouth found his again, the slow drag of your hand driving him to the edge.

the glasses stayed on the whole time.