#migraine is going away

[anavatazes]

Woke up this morning to the migraine even worse than yesterday. Mister wanted to know if he should take me to the ER, and even Mara just blinked at him. But, I can't blame him for worrying. I told him caffeine and my meds and snuggles with very little worldly stimulus, and I would be fine. So, he got the kids up to take care of animals and house. He called the store that was out of my brand of caffeine yesterday (that sparked this) and headed out the door to get food and caffeine.

So, hours later, after Mister and Mara nursing me back to somewhat health (gonna be a day before my head fully forgives me), I can tolerate noise, most light, and my eye sockets aren't trying to evict my eyeballs. Tired as fuck, starving (I have little to no appetite during migraines) and in need of new scenery, but feeling alive.

Caffeine is apart of my medicinal regimen to combat my 24/7 cluster fucks. My neurologist loves the fact that I found a juice energy drink, seeing as I don't drink soda, don't do regular or diet energy drinks, can't stand caffine pills, and there is not enough sugar and honey in the world for me to be able to drink coffee or tea. So Ocean Spray is my friend with a low sugar, all natural caffiene drink. Still not the healthiest, but it suits my needs since V8 stopped making theirs.

In other news, tax season is starting up for me, and I can't wait. Already helped my brother with his stuff and what he needed to do for Mom's stuff (basically nothing) for this year. Next year, he might, but that's only if there are changes in the estate tax laws. I think Monday I will go full swing. Give myself a few days to recover.

Youngest is supposed to audition for an advanced dance program this Saturday. With her being sick and out of school the last week before break started, it really has left her behind in preparing. If she makes it, she will be able to get scholarships, etc, for arts schools, etc. Be able to continue dance class throughout high school and have other opportunities. She will also have a chance to go to an art magnet school that is located on the Naval Weapons Station. I would love for her to go, but I know the only way she will is if her friends are there. Because it's on base, only the military and certain other children are allowed to attend. She technically could already attend because of her grandfather, but she wanted to stay with her friends. If they choose to go, however, it would be to her advantage. She would have so many opportunities available to her through that school. One of her sisters went, and she did so well there. Never did anything with it, sadly, but she has lots of great memories of it.

Ok, Mara says it's time to stop running my mouth and time to snuggle the puppy 🥰. So, snuggle the puppy I will.

My Nursemaid and the Queen 🥰

[steddieas-shegoes]

AU where Eddie’s mom manages to get away from Eddie’s dad when he’s a small child, goes to the only place she knows is truly safe: Wayne.

Wayne takes them in no questions asked, helps her raise Eddie, makes sure his dad never comes around (maybe works with Hopper once he’s named Chief to make sure he gets behind bars as soon as possible).

So Eddie gets the love of his mom, and the love of his Uncle Wayne, and shit is still hard, money is still tight, he still has trouble fitting in, but it doesn’t distract him from school so much.

He graduates his first try, squeaks by with Cs and Bs because he’s smart, he’s just so easily distracted. Even gets into the community college, but has no idea what he wants to do until his mom is helping him with a pre-req English course. She says he’s naturally good at unpacking a story for anyone to understand it -“even when I ain’t the brightest star in the sky”- and he realizes maybe his talent of telling stories and helping people understand stories could make him a good English teacher.

Now that he has a plan, he’s focused, invested on getting into a university so he can be certified to teach. But he still struggles with math and unfortunately, he has to pass to move on.

That’s where Steve Harrington, freshman at Hawkins Community and Technical College, comes in. This isn’t the Steve that Eddie remembers from high school at all: he’s quiet and shy, doesn’t make eye contact, is really fucking smart.

Steve agrees to tutor him if Eddie agrees to help him with his final paper in his English course, a 10 page fictional exploration of a time in history.

“Use your imagination!” “Just pretend you’re writing a memoir.” “This is the longest sentence I’ve ever read and that includes Tolkien books.”

Steve blushes, makes corrections when Eddie suggests them, makes flash cards with formulas for Eddie to memorize for his exam.

They spend nearly every day working together, studying together, tutoring each other.

When Eddie passes his exam, he’s so excited, he runs right to the library, where he knows Steve is putting the final touches on his paper. He doesn’t even wait to catch his breath from running across campus to kiss him.

And suddenly Eddie isn’t the only one out of breath.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

weeee more fantasy au doodles

[minimallycreative]

i love how sometimes, despite all the medical advancements of the 21st century, the only thing that relieves pain is sitting/laying/standing in a weird position because it places/doesn't place pressure on certain spots

[revenantghost]

Oh my god oh my god oh my god

There's a Vash and Wolfwood dog papercraft

[fishyvamp]

This is so self indulgent but I think it'd be a little funny if the killers were handed a survivor who sometimes just straight up wouldn't even try to run due to their joint pain

Evan: What are you doing?

"Just shove me on a hook I'm begging you. I'm not running in this condition" they say, face down on the ground.

"What condition?"

"Everything hurts :("

It's not like I could die from fire so I think I'd just lay on hot coals at some point

Ghostface: One of those days huh?

"hopital..."

Trapper has no idea what to do, he prefers it when you're running and fighting back. So he sees you on the floor picks you up and places you on a nearby dirty mattress, " 'm not without 'eart." He grumbled walking away to handle the others. Why in the Entity's realm she thought having your pain stay was fair is beyond him. He walks you to the hatch when the match is done telling you to go to Claudette straight away, the botanist might know something to help.

He'll get annoyed when if you come find him between trials. He's supposed to put up an act being, the leader of the killers and all that. Don't you have something better to do. Then hassle him. Secretly though he enjoys just carrying you around while he works outside the trials. Enjoys taking care of someone else. It's been so long since he has taken care of someone. Just don't get upset when he pretends to try and chase you off.

(self indulgent Ghost face stuff || NSFW 18+ MDNI || also AFAB!Reader clit, folds, cunt, wet hole used)

Ghostface remember's a long time ago when a coworker of his just casually mentioned that an orgasm a day keeps the pain away. Something about endorphins being really good for joint pain or whatever. He's had his eye on you for a while so seeing you on the ground in pain begging to be hooked? He has a better idea puts you on an arm chair in the house throws your legs over his shoulder and goes to town.

His surprisingly long tongue dipping in your folds lapping at the delicious slick you are making. His thumb stroking your sensitive bud as he works his way to giving you a proper release. You feel everything, underneath that mask he's got some stubble the roughness adding to the stimulation as he drinks in your dizzying scent. "Feelin' good baby?" He asks breathing into your delicious cunt his tongue licking a stripe up your sex as he sticks a gloved finger inside you slowly and agonizingly curling inside you while he spells his name out with his tongue enjoying the way you buck every time he clicks your clit.

Ghostface can't stand how far you are away from, yanking your hips closer so you're practically sitting on his shoulders, a second finger entering and stretching as he feels around inside brushing and pressing up against your G-spot. He is painfully hard his cock straining against the front of his pants. He needs to draw a couple of sweet noisy releases out of you before he'll even consider it. He hungry and aggressive as he fingers you enjoys the way you clench around his fingers when gets it just right. "Come on lil' bunny, give in. Cum for your killer." He hums purring as he feels your body tense back arching as you open your to scream in orgasm. He just continues prolonging the feeling for you as you just let him.

Ghostface only stops for a moment when he sees you relax letting you catch your breath. You look a lot better, but he needs to make sure you're properly fucked out. Making sure to repeat the process 3 or 4 times just enjoying the way you melt and gush for him. His face just soaked in you, fuck if that doesn't get him creaming knowing everyone will know he made you come undone.

[tervaneula]

POB Bitty would like to offer you some nice eggs in this trying time

(Don’t worry, the hens at base are laying more than enough to share and Uncle Raph is holding 90% of the weight for him, Bitty just wants to feel strong)

(This is just for funsies, no pressure to reply <3)

“Ohmigosh,” Michelangelo breathes out and crouches in front of the tiny red-eared slider, eyes practically sparkling with adoration. 

“You’re so strong! All of these eggs, just for us? That’s so kind of you!” 

Bitty chirps at him, trying to push the basket higher and toward the orange-scarved turtle, the snapper behind him obligingly moving half a step forward. Michelangelo giggles and takes the gift, pressing it against his chest. 

“Thank you so much! Oh, you know what?” he asks the kid, winking and offering him a chirp of his own. “We just bought fresh produce and a few dozen eggs the other day. Now I can make the biggest omelette New York has ever seen! It’ll be amazingly delicious!” 

He then looks up at Uncle Raph, eyes softening as he takes in the hulking form of his not-older-brother older brother. His smile is equally soft when he shifts to look down again, reaching to gently hold Bitty’s hand in between his thumb and index finger. 

“Your family is obviously invited, too. Please, join us for lunch? It’s the least I can do in return for such a lovely gift.” 

(WAAAAA @beeceit you're so lovely, Bitty is so lovely, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS 😭😭😭🧡🧡🧡)

[samayla]

Had a dream I was in the Shire at the start of The Hobbit, but it was also a full-blown musical. And Bilbo's terrified trip to the market after meeting Gandalf and being offered an adventure was like the Beauty and the Beast market scene with Bilbo as Belle, wandering through the market, completely absorbed by his own deal while everyone around him sang and danced and gossiped through their morning routine.

Only it wasn't the "Look there she goes" song. Instead it was Annie's "Tomorrow," with all the wrong lyrics:

Good morning! Good morning! I love ya! Good morning! It's only today today!

Which, it turns out was a terribly popular song in the Shire, even replacing Howard Shore's Concerning Hobbits theme, and Gandalf absolutely hated it.

He kept popping out from behind the washing line or standing up from a seat on a barrel to aggressively question the nearest hobbit who was singing it:

"What do you mean? Of course it's today today. What other day should it be? What do you mean good morning? Well, it certainly won't be one, now! My dear fellow , surely--"

All while Bilbo scurried away in increasing agitation, just barely managing to escape Gandalf's notice each time. And the whole adventure was in very real danger of never getting started because Gandalf was getting more and more upset over this one stupid song that didn't seem to have any other lines.

And now it's stuck in my head, and I can completely understand Gandalf's frustration.

[kayvsworld]

the iron man suit is so cool……I can’t believe tony built that with his hands and brain very neat

[symbiotic-slime]

I wish my body would stop self-sabotaging for once

[gwensy]

bangs my skull into a surface e-65's venom symbiote is not sentient. its manmade. it was made in a lab. it is bonded to gwen stacy. the symbiote is not a separate entity. the symbiote worsens the thoughts that she already had to begin with and gives her fuel for the fire. gwen stacy is not a saint and very rarely acts off of a moral compass. i cant do this

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Okay so it’s been a like week or something since I’ve been online.

I’ve had an almost constant migraine for the last week and even just looking at my fiancé’s tumblr messages was killing my eyes.

I finally got my medication refilled and finally successfully avoided the dog and her irritatingly high pitched and loud whining for two days so the headache is finally starting to go away.

I’ll probably still be off for a little bit more just to see when it finally goes away and stops making my eyes suffer.

I swear to god, I’ll cut off my hair myself if that’s what it takes to make it go away because my hair is usually a big part of my migraines.

[saturnniidae]

I'm gonna throw up what is this

[brain-rot-central]

i've hit a creative wall with sonnet but i think i figured out how i want their whole love confession to go?

[the-worms-in-your-bones]

I hate this fucking house so much, why the fuck do you think publicly shaming people is okay

[sapphicdib]

me: i don’t have chronic pain or a disability!

also me: my head has been hurting for 3 days straight and at this point even 800mg of ibuprofen didn’t help

me: but i don’t have chronic pain or a disability :)!