#maybe? maybe not?

[jump-in-the-whump]

Their breathing came in shallow wheezes, while the relentless fever consumed their body, as the chills, alternating with hot flashes, coursed through him. 

With their eyes closed, they could feel even more the sheets uncomfortably clinging to their sweat-soaked body, but they didn’t dare to make a move as every muscle in their body ached.

Their consciousness ebbed and flowed like the tide, but they tried to concentrate on the surrounding sounds: the soft rustling of fabrics, the occasional clink of medical instruments, and the soft hum of a whispered voice. 

“Hey… It’s me, Caretaker… You’re in a bad state, hm? Don’t worry, it’s gonna be alright now.”

It was Caretaker, thank god. They felt a subtle reassurance, a calmness spreading through them as unseen hands moved with practiced care, placing a cool cloth on their fevered brow offering brief relief from the oppressive warmth. 

But there was one thing that didn’t sit right with them. As the Caretaker kept on talking, they resonated through the fog of their fevered mind. And then it clicked. 

That wasn’t Caretaker’s voice.

[monstera-modd]

Vampire Stiles AU

Mind any errors it’s late and I’m tired but can’t sleep until this is written down lol

- [ ] Eternal Redemption

Stiles Stilinski had been born in a different time, a different world. He was turned into a vampire at the ripe age of 19 in the early 1500s, a time when the world was a vastly different place. He had experienced centuries of solitude, a relentless existence that had worn down his humanity. The world had changed drastically since he first became a vampire.

In the beginning, there were other vampires, companions of the night who roamed the world alongside him. But shortly after Stiles was turned, the great fall occurred. It was a mysterious event that sent vampires into hiding, as if they had disappeared from the face of the earth. Most had chosen to leave, to hide away from humanity, but they were given a choice. Stiles, however, chose a different path. He decided to stay out in the world, not hiding, but trying to find a way to exist without endangering humans.

As the centuries passed, the world changed, and the existence of vampires became a thing of myth and fairytales among the supernatural community. It was as though they had never existed. The supernatural world collectively agreed that vampires were mere legends. And in the modern world, unless you were a vampire, you wouldn't even know if one passed you by, or if one had attacked you, until your own blood stained the ground.

Vampires were creatures of the night, loners by nature. Sometimes they would form "packs” or groups, but for vampires, they were known as colonies or hives. To kill a vampire was no easy feat. They were resilient, like cockroaches, surviving most things that humans threw at them. More often than not, when someone believed they had killed a vampire, it was only a temporary victory.

Stiles had his fair share of taking lives. He managed to make it work by working as a nurse, which provided him easy access to blood without drawing too much suspicion. But over time, he grew weary of his existence, always on the brink of losing his humanity.

Then, one fateful day, he met the Hales. The Hale family was not like the others he had encountered over the centuries. They were werewolves, a different kind of supernatural entity. Their presence intrigued Stiles, and their family dynamics were unlike anything he had ever seen.

Derek Hale, the head of the family, was a brooding and enigmatic alpha werewolf. His sister, Laura, was fiercely protective of her family, and the rest of the Hale pack had their own unique personalities and abilities. Stiles couldn't help but be drawn to their sense of unity and loyalty.

As Stiles got to know the Hales, he began to feel a sense of belonging he hadn't experienced in centuries. They saw past the vampire exterior and recognized the humanity that still lingered within him. The Hale pack had their own dark past, but they were willing to accept Stiles for who he was and help him find his redemption.

With their support and a newfound sense of purpose, Stiles embarked on a journey to rediscover his lost humanity, his soul, and ultimately find a way to coexist with the world without the need to take lives. The Hales became his new family, and together, they faced the challenges of a world where vampires were nothing but a distant memory, slowly writing a new chapter in the history of the supernatural.

[an--artistic--autistic]

I think these two recent hospital trips really helped with the "imposter syndrome" I was experiencing regarding my health. Like, part of me really wanted to brush it all off and wait for it to go away on its own like I've done before, but seeing how seriously and quickly both the ER and the Urgent Care took my conditions put a lot of things into perspective.

I'm very glad that we've been able to rule out a number of other concerns (heart and lung problems, kidney stones, etc) with these trips, and it'll make this round of testing much faster. I think I should have gone a lot sooner.

The day after urgent care, I was in the least amount of pain and the most well rested than I've been in in months. I got so many things done and still had energy at the end of the day. If I felt like that every day, or even just a couple days a week, I'd be unstoppable. I could do so much, I'd be on top of all my classes, I could work extra hours, I could do advocacy works, I could cook and keep our house clean. I want to do so much but being disabled is actively preventing me from doing that despite my best efforts.

This week has really proved to me that I'm not being dramatic or using it as an excuse, and if I could be doing more, I would be.

[mobgoblin]

Queued right up for it

[guiiay]

jinx and isha visit a walmart

[willowcrowned]

if you're feeling powerless right now—and god knows I am—here's a reminder you can donate to the National Network of Abortion Funds, the Trans Law Center, Gaza Soup Kitchen, the Palestine Children's Relief Fund, and hundreds of other charities that will work to mitigate the damage that has been and will continue to be inflicted

life continues. we still have the capacity to do good, important work. that matters

[mintaii]

a wandering knight, drawn to the quiet of the forest. her touch may be a blessing or a curse.

[word-count-bullet-count]

I've been seeing a lot of knight posts recently. pretty great

[roboticnebula]

Pros of re-reading your own fic

a good time;

Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;

Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;

just a very fun time all around.

Cons of re-reading your own fic:

Is that another TYpO

[tvguts]

i think we've done a great job expanding the view of what a child's favorite animal can be. kids these days can say they love axolotls or pangolins or coelecanths and their decision is respected. maybe their parents can even find them a stuffed animal of it if they know where to look. and i think that's beautiful

[unpeeled-human]

[an--artistic--autistic]

so i went back to the hospital today

got confirmation that it's muscle spasms and definitely not a heart problem

also pain has been the only thing keeping me awake and while the drugs they gave me were non-drowsy i don't think I've ever been this sleepy

[beholdthemem]

My fellow bitches under 5'5. Whatever the money, do not take a job working at a middle school. A fellow adult tried to put me in detention last month and would NOT give up until I showed her my badge proving Yes, The School Hired Me To Work Here. It's not meant for people our height.

[blorboresidue]

one time I used the ben affleck smoking reaction image in the family group chat and my mom replied with the funniest possible response which was: "mommy doesn't know who the guy is???" and that phrase has not left my brain since. I'll see blorbos on my dash that I don't recognize and I'll be like well it seems mommy doesn't know who the guy is.