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executive dysfunction is the WORST
there have been tasks waiting for me FOR MONTHS
i am shaking inside
#i have unfinished commissions#def not gonna charge anything for them once they are done#i am the fucking worst#i ain't gonna take comms after these coz my brain is unpredictable#i feel awful#also have been postponing my thesis#this is a new low for me#didn't want to whine but thing have been going downhill#mentally#sure i'm doing crossfit again at least#but nothing else has changed#my brain lacks happy hormones#it has lost interest in everything#no games no youtube no series no books no nothing#no art#* sighs *#undiagnosed adhd hell
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Sorry it's me againâĽď¸
*prepares to tell you his wonderful CoD idea*
HAREM of call of duty men in a little omegavers or otherwise with us sexy hermits + our sweet hot and sexy jebrael âĽď¸
also a little question are you going to do these little little ones on Skyrim? lol i'm a sucker for this game (i have over 900h on it)
I hope you won't hate me with these rotten âĽď¸
hello hello! never apologize bc it's a delight to see you in my inbox <3 also I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I don't really get the part about skyrim ;; if you're asking if I'll ever expand on that little horny thing about the cod men in that skyrim-inspired setting then I'm happy to inform you I definitely would! I've been eating that shit up since 2011 and I'll never give it up ;;
But back on track, I'll make this one about omegaverse cod since there is a criminal lack of it in the fandom ;; about a/b/o Eremites I'll make a stand alone post later on <3
fem!reader, omega!reader; listen, omegaverse is my excuse to be gross so expect lots of smut and hairy musky alpha men <3
For the cod men I'd imagine them all to be alphas (141, alejandro and rudy, kĂśnig and graves <3). Very big, very hairy and dripping with pheromones and testosterone and so so possessive </3 They will keep you in the nest and literally herd you back if you tried to leave it, Simon and Price are especially insistent on that as the eldest and most dominant alphas of the pack.
They love to scent mark you especially since you're with them on base, they don't trust any other person with you and in their primal and hormone ridden brains the more you're drowning in their scent the less others are inclined to mess with you (and they are right!)
Philip has a fixation on your breasts, always rubbing and nuzzling against them, biting gently with his fangs at them until you let out delicious little sounds before licking and suckling at your nipples to soothe you <3 Bonus points if your start lactating, then you can be sure that you won't get that man off of your tit </3
#god i wish it were me#asks#interactions#cod x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#john price x reader#philip graves x reader#141 x reader#los vaqueros x reader
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⥠Why Do I Cry So Much? âĄ
It's rough out here as a crybaby (I say lovingly as a crybaby myself). Sometimes we can feel like we cry too much, or we shouldn't be crying. Let's talk about crying, what it is, why the hell we do it so much, and what we can do about it.
⥠Why Do We Cry? âĄ
Emotional Response Often the intensity of the emotion is what causes you to cry, not the emotion itself. You can cry from sadness, happiness, anger, frustration, pain, excitement, etc. Any intense emotion can make you cry.
Underlying Factors Sometimes we cry over things that we feel aren't a big deal. It can be confusing or annoying when this happens, and sometimes it can feel like we're being dramatic or dumb (we're not). Think of your emotional availability as a bucket. Once that bucket starts to overflow, you begin to cry. Things like stress, hormone imbalances, depression, anxiety, etc can either take up space in that bucket or change the size of the bucket entirely. Additionally, if things have been happening that you haven't addressed or fully processed, they just sit in the bucket and take up space. This can lead to us crying over things that we feel logically there is no reason to cry about. Your bucket is full, regardless of what the actual event that pushed it over the edge is.
Other Random Stuff Sometimes you just cry. Your eyes might be dry, you might have something in them, or your brain might just decide to start crying. I often have experiences where if I am awake for too long tears just start streaming out of my eyes. I don't feel anything when this happens, I just get too tired and start crying. Sometimes weird shit like that happens, the human body is a very strange thing and everyone is different.
⥠What Does Crying Do For Us? âĄ
Emotional Regulation Crying releases oxytocin and endorphins. Oxytocin can help calm you down, and endorphins can reduce pain and give you a sense of happiness. When you cry, your body releases these "let's feel better" chemicals. That's why often times after you cry, you begin to feel a little bit better.
Physical Relaxation This ties back into the endorphins, but crying can release physical tension in your body. This is a combination of endorphins being cool and expressing your emotions through crying itself. A lot of times if we work through our emotions or express them, afterwards we feel physical tension leave our body as well. Physical tension in places like the shoulders, back, neck, jaw are often affected by our emotional states.
⥠When Does Crying Become a Problem? âĄ
Lack of Release One of the whole reasons why we cry is for the emotional release that comes from it. For those of us with mental illnesses or extreme stress sometimes we don't get this release. We can feel numb, empty, or sometimes even worse after crying.
Increased or Uncontrollable Crying Crying that seemingly happens for no reason at all. Crying that goes on for hours. A sudden increase in the frequency of crying for a reason you can't identify. All of these things can be indicative of a larger underlying issue.
Affecting Daily Life Crying which prevents you from doing your daily tasks. Everyone is going to have to excuse themselves from work or school or a social gathering to cry a few times in their life, but if it becomes a frequent thing it can be very difficult to deal with. Additionally so if you have anxiety around crying in public - as this can affect your willingness or ability to do things like go grocery shopping, go to school or work, or even leave your house to do much of anything.
Inability to Cry The feeling that you need to cry or are going to start crying but aren't able to actually cry. This is fairly common in people on SSRIs or with clinical depression, but other people can experience this as well.
⥠How do I Stop Crying So Much? âĄ
(gif is originally by 1041uuu - There is a text version of this gif at the end of the post under the "keep reading" - I did not realize when I made this on my computer that it would be really hard to read on a phone. The image is fine if you download it but on the website, it can be hard to read, my apologies.)
⥠Thank You For Reading âĄ
There is no shame in crying! Crying is healthy for you! But if you find yourself crying very frequently there may be something else going on that needs attention. Hopefully, this post can bring you a little bit of comfort âĄ
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In The Short Term
Remove yourself from the trigger. Whether this be a song, a conversation, or a stressful situation, remove yourself from whatever it is. If you are not sure why you are crying, or you are crying about something that is not currently happening, move to a more comfortable place to process your emotions.
Take deep and intentional breaths. Slowing down your breathing can help you calm down, and can also help prevent hyperventilation.
Use a grounding technique. Focus your attention on something whether that be counting, tossing a ball in between your hands, a certain smell, etc.
Look upwards. This is not only good for preventing tears from falling, but can also help release tension in your shoulders and neck. often times releasing physical tension in the body can help us feel emotionally less strained as well.
In The Long Term
Keep track of what types of things or situations cause you to cry. This can help you understand what sorts of things you have emotional responses to, and you can address them from there.
Acknowledge the feelings which caused you to cry. This can help you understand what sorts of things you have emotional responses to, and you can address them from there.
Allow yourself to cry. Everyone is going to cry sometimes, it is healthy for you, and it is nothing to be ashamed about. Allow yourself to process the emotions you are feeling. Give yourself the space to express your emotions.
#resource#crying#depression tips#mental health#emotional regulation#jiraiblr#landmineblr#jirai kei#landmine kei#pienblr#pien kei
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(TW: BODY/ORGANS/NEEDLES!!)
Yo! So I was scrolling down your posts and found the one about Alâs ever-increasing automail body and how you are unsure how many of his organs could be replaced and⌠I have personal experience with that! What a lovely thing, to go through organ failure and have it be worth it if I can pass on that experience for the sake of â¨semi-realism-maybe-if-you-squintâ¨
My pancreas failed. Entirely. I have to manually give myself insulin every time I eat, and do calculations for it all; I can eat pretty much anything, but it comes at a price. Something something âequivalent exchangeâ one might even say.
But anyway, I basically have a mechanical pancreas with a remote control! I inject a 7 day supply of insulin into it with a syringe, and I tell it how much and how frequently to inject manually. It can inject into any spot on the body with a thick enough fat layer, usually stomach, thighs, the flabby parts of your upper arm, etc⌠note: I was 90lbs when I first went into organ failure, you do not have to be any particular body type/size for this to work.
Itâs a very simple concept for the machine, and very simple/limited commands. You could even combine the controller with it and make it so thereâs a switch/buttons directly on the injection site that have pre-determined doses.
Insulin has to be kept temperature controlled when in storage too, so thatâs a cool thing you could mess around with if he has to keep more than a week supply on him. (This can honestly also just be ignored if itâs too complicated â^-^)
Insulin is a hormone, basically a command to tell your body to do something. So this can be applied to certain parts of the brain as well!
I donât know if thisâll help, or if youâve already found other inspirations that conflict with it, I just thought âhey, this Al makes me feel a little less alone in the world, if I can project a piece of me onto him Iâd be really happyâ.
Sorry if thatâs presumptuous or weird of me to do >~<
OH MY GOSH DW DW THANK YOU SO MUH FOR SENDING THIS!!!! I SINCERELY APPRECIATE IT !!! i know its very strange to say but i love reading stuff like this and this was truly incredible to receive :")
medication/suppliments 1000% slipped my mind like i cant even BELIEVE it how much i forgot to consider it. i knew that going through an organ transplant also entailed needing to take medication to keep your body from rejecting it, but thats about where i stop with knowledge about regarding organ replacements,, but that is so interesting in your case with how much control and calculation is needed?? I also never thought about how truly indepth/technical mechanical organs would need to be!! especially since our organs just casually do the things they do and having a machine mimic it is more than just hitting "go" ...!! if you dont mind me asking how does it like stay powered, i guess ? :O
THE PRESSURE THAT WOULD BE ADDED IF THEY HAD TIME CONSTRAINTS BC OF MEDICATION..... OOOOOO.... especially with the temperature control.... them traveling through the desert would be so much more perilous !! I really will haveta figure out what he would be taking, if it were insulin or some almagomation (that included insulin of course) that could provide him the nutrients he would be missing out on because his lack of ability to eat/digest food...?
the handwavy science of canon that allows automail to work via nerve connections for motor control definitely like. eases the load a bit? although most of these organs require more function than just motor control... hmmm... REGARDLESS, thank u so mcuh for bringing up manually providing the body with hormones (and additionally nutrients), because no matter how quote unquote advanced the automail is, it wouldnt be able to actually produce the things he needs... process it, maybe? sure? but cannot produce it...!!
you're genuinely so sweet!!! thank you SO SO SO much for sending this in !! it really means so much to me that you can relate to this Al :")!! even though im probably trying to get tooo realistic with this portrayal (given the fact that al is mostly metal OTL) i dont want to like... not consider the things he would have to go through ? i guess? i cant quite figure out the words for what i want to say, but nonetheless!! <33333 thank you!!!!!
#SORRY THIS TOOK A BIT TO RESPOND TO!!! i had started writing out a response but then my laptop died and deleted the whole message OTL#im genuinely so obsessed with the connection to equivalent exchange you mentioned that is golden#i truly need to get back into this au (NEVER FORGOTTEN SHES JUST RESTING ON THE SIDELINE!!) bc i love love love thinking all of this throug#not me wishing i went to school for bio/med to utilize the knowledge for this au....!!!#wastelands au
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Josie's Cow HRT Journey, part 4 - The Endo
It has been a rough few weeks since my interaction with that âtherapist.â I withdrew into myself, into reading stories of girls getting their bodily wishes fulfilled through magical means. If I couldn't achieve this in real life, I could at least live it vicariously. Jojer was comforting me best he could; and he bought me prosthetic horns to wear around the house. As nice a gesture as it was, any shifting in their positions just signaled to my brain in flashing neon what it was I lacked.
I found a group online, an old school IRC chat mostly for girls to commiserate on what they felt denied to them. I learned all sorts of new terms, a myriad of words to describe ourselves, that only had one real objective: To pick at our emotional scabs. To promote a bleeding of the heart, a pain that reminded us of what we longed for and convinced ourselves we would never be. We were a commune of depression.
I logged on one day to the sight of a well-trodden series of texts. The same handful of sentences each beginning with the same 3 letter word: Why. âWhy can't my body be like hers?â âWhy can't I have the right hormones?â âWhy can't society let us be who we are?â Etc, etc. The only thing I didn't see was a person who was the closest thing to a friend I had there. I assumed it was just another particularly bad day for her and began to write my own melancholic diatribes to the chat.
But, another day went by. The space was lonelier without her, the one true connection I had made even in a corner of the internet as dour as this. And then another day, and a week. Another week. I began to fear the worst. That she had taken a journey so many of us considered or had even attempted. We had exchanged emails once, for plans that would fall through like so many others. I wanted, needed to know if she was safe. I opened my client and wrote three simple, impossible to misinterpret words: âAre you okay?â
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
*Beep*
âRE: Heyâ was the name of the email I received. She was okay! My heart felt the first pangs of relief in weeks. Her message had apologies sprawled throughout, but there was also a sense of contentment in her words. She was excited, she was hopeful, and she soon disclosed the reason why: She had found a new therapist. Not the man who had taken away my very hope for the future, but a woman who actually listened. Who offered genuine advice. A woman who was not a barrier to treatment but rather a guide TO that treatment.
In the final paragraph, as if answering my eager question prophetically, she wrote the therapistâs email. The last thing my friend wrote was yet another apology, but this one for something she was going to do, not a past infraction. She wanted to start her new life without the cumbersomes of her current. That she was performing a purge of her online identity, and that despite our camaraderie, I was being purged as well.
As much as the feeling of abandonment stung, I felt that I had gained something far greater: A second chance at the future I longed for. The future I desperately needed. The future that had already been snatched away from me once. I had hope again.
I emailed the therapist the next morning and stalked my email account for any activity. Finally, after a day at work of checking my phone every minute, I received her reply. While she was not in my state, she would be able to counsel me through a Telehealth appointment. She gave me her days of availability and I chose the soonest one, giving no regard to the fact I would have to leave work early. Like a stubborn bandaid, I needed this to be over quickly and with one decisive action. I would know tomorrow whether I had finally found my path towards happiness or if the waves of my future would crash violently against the shore.
The appointment had started off like so many of my online chats did: The unloading of emotions regarding men who wronged us. While these men had different names and faces, their profession was the same: Therapist, if in name only. My new doctor asked about my previous experiences trying to get onto AnimalHRT and like a flood the emotions rushed forth. When I stopped, she had but one thing to say: âYeah, that guy sounds like a prick. He's woefully outdated on standards and practices. I'm so sorry you had to go through that.â
She understood. A medical professional not only understood the pain I was going through but was sympathetic. She wanted to help me. It was a foreign experience, but one I welcomed wholeheartedly.
âSo, tell me about yourself. I need to assess you but I want to stress this is merely a formal process. There are no wrong answers. When did you first feel that you were a cow?â
âI don't know⌠I learned it was a possibility only recently, but it feels disingenuous to say I only wanted to be a cow a few months ago⌠I've known I was different from other girls⌠different from boys⌠ever since I was a child. I thought it was just because I'm trans. But I don't know if I ever had the thought âIâm a cowâ before this year. I can point to a number of habits and signs I've noticed. That I always want something on my head, such as sunglasses, where my horns should be. That shoes have never fit right. That I've been vegan for years⌠But it feels insulting to cows themselves to say these things make me a cow⌠I'm sorry, I'm wasting your timeâŚâ
âHey, hey. It's okay. You're not wasting anything, let alone my time. I promise, there are no wrong answers. What you describe is very similar to many girls, and boys, and others, have confided in me. Especially the diet part, you'd be surprised how many Otherkin and/or Therian have diets similar to their species before they start their transition.â
I wiped the liquid growing at either sides of my eyes with my shirt sleeve: âReally?â
âReally. You're normal, Josie. You may not be a normal that people think about every day, but you are doing nothing wrong. You're feeling nothing wrong. You are who you are; and it's my duty, my privilege, to help you realize this and to help you along whatever path your transition takes. I want to help you.â
âThank you⌠And, what were those names you used for people like me?â
âOh, Otherkin and Therian?â
âYeahâ
âThey're the umbrella terms used for people who are a nonhuman species either physically, mentally, or spiritually. In the broad strokes, Therian are people who are a species of nonhuman animal. Otherkin are people who are a species of nonhuman animal, or creature, which is usually more mythological. There's a lot of overlap between the two. While many people are one or the other, it's also very common for people to be a mix or blending of the two.â
And again, realization. Like a strike of lightning in the back of my mind: There's words for people like me. Not a derogative or a slur, but actual, genuine medical terms.
âI think I have enough to write your official diagnosis and letter for hormones, Josie.â
âWait, really?? I don't need to do anything else? I don't need to⌠prepare for my futureâŚ?â
âWe are preparing for your future. You've clearly thought about this and like I said, there were no wrong answers. It's not my job to gatekeep but to guide you. I practice informed consent, and you're informed and consenting. I'll begin writing your letter and you should receive it in your email by tomorrow, with a physical copy arriving in about a weekâs time. Now, do you have an Endocrinologist lined up?â
âNo⌠I thought it would be premature to do so before knowing how this appointment would goâŚâ
âI understand, I'll send you the information of Endocrinologists that handle AnimalHRT.â
âThank you so much, I don't know what to say other than thank you⌠This appointment went so much better than I ever dreamed it could! Thank you!â
âYou're welcome, Josie. Now, when would you like to schedule your next appointment?â
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âJosie? The doctor will see you now. Right this way.â
I walked through the sterile hallway of the endocrinologistâs office. I was guided into a private room when, before I could sit, a tall woman in a lab coat opened the door. âHi Miss Josie, it's a pleasure to meet you. We have the letter that your therapist faxed us. It says here you're interested in AnimalHRT? That's no problem. And by the looks of it you've already been on Bovinesterone. How can I help, are you looking into Dragon, or Wolf, or-â
âUhm! I'm actually not on any AnimalHRT yet⌠I was hoping to get on Bovinesterone.â
â...Oh! My apologies.â
âNo, no, I think you've actually given me the best compliment I've ever receivedâŚâ
âHeh, okay. Bovinesterone it is. Now I just need to list off the possible effects of this medication. I'm sure you already know, but it's law. Here goes:
Creation and increase of keratin deposits on the top of the skull.
Fusing of the toes and increased keratin production of the feet, as well as realignment of the Fibula, Tibia, and Calcaneus.
Increase in keratin production of the fingernails.
Increase in growth of the tailbone.
Increase in mammary tissue.
Elongation and stretching of the skull, as well as realignment and blunting of the patientâs teeth.
Increase in hair production over the entirety of the body.â
It was as if she was reading off a list of everything I wished was different about my body.
âDo you understand and accept the risks inherent with this medication?â
âYes, I do!â I said too eagerly.
âOkay. I'll send it into your pharmacy. I'll walk you out.â
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I kept a hand on the bag I acquired from the pharmacy, holding it in my lap. I wanted, needed, to safeguard it's trip to my home. I was almost there, to the future that I was awaiting with bated breath.
I ran up the stairs to my apartment and filled a glass of water. In my hands were two small, light blue pills. As I swallowed them eagerly, a single thought repeated in my head: âIt's happening!â
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Writing Body Pain: Headaches
There are two types of headaches: primary and secondary.Â
Primary headaches have no underlying cause. You may be able to figure out what is making it happen or get worse, but thereâs no definitive answer as to why itâs happening, or why now. Meaning, it is the main medical issue. While there are hundreds of different types of headaches, here are the most common:
Tension headache: usually felt as a band around your head. Or can follow typical muscles trigger point patterns (as discussed in previous post). Often felt as a dull aching pain and is often accompanied by muscle soreness or stiffness.
Cluster headache: This type can also be a sole condition itself. Pain typically felt on or around the eye, usually only one side at a time and can be characterized not only by pain pattern, but also their occurence pattern. Additional symptoms can include tears, leaking nose/ congestion, face swelling, or redness and heat. Part of the most painful conditions known in medicine.
Hypnic headache: a full or throbbing pain during the night when sleeping. It often happens at the same time and can cause sensitivity to light and sounds or nausea.
TMJ: pain felt in jaw and/ or temples as dull and aching. These are sometimes caused by teeth grinding.
Hypertension: caused by a sudden rise in blood pressure and is typically felt at the back of your head. You should usually seek medical attention if you are experiencing one of these.
Sinus: caused by infection or congestion. Makes an X or âbutterfly patternâ around the bridge of your nose.
Migraine headache: Migraines are neurological conditions and are typically felt only on one side of the face and head. Can feel like a throbbing or pulsing sensation, and may be accompanied by headaches, irritation, extra sensitivity to sound or light, vomiting, nausea, stomach pain and diarrhea. Some migraines can be felt without head pain at all. Part of the most painful conditions known in medicine.
Some migraines present with auras. Itâs not often, but not uncommon either. Auras are light based disturbances like seeing flashing lights or wavy lines. These can cause problems speaking, numbness and tingling or motor problem like weakness in arms and legs.
Possible causes: hormones, dehydration, muscle tension, infections, alcohol, some foods high in nitrates, nicotine, lack or poor sleep, poor posture, skipped meals, constant coughing, sneezing, or blowing nose, or crying and laughing, etc.
Secondary headaches are a symptom of an illness or condition.
Aneurism / Brain tumour / Meningitis / InjuryÂ
These are all possible causes for secondary headaches. Often the symptoms include the following:
Pain came on without warning
Pain pattern is different than youâve ever experienced
Worse headache pain youâve ever felt in you life
Headache causes fainting or seizures
You feel very weak on one side of your body or have trouble walking
If you become dizzy, confused, feel numbness, or have trouble speaking or seeing
Any of these symptoms are medical emergencies and the person should be brought to a ER or call an ambulance. Use discretion when it comes to thinking if they should go to the hospital or not, but if it really is severe or worrisome, itâs best to be safe.
This is just an intro to headaches as body pain for writing purposes. If there is additional information you would like me to add, or see that someone is not true, please let me know and I will edit right away.
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last night i was with my friends and we started talking about medical negligence and our experiences.
i talked about my experience getting an adhd diagnosis and then medication. My diagnosis was declined once, and then when i got it, i was declined medication. now iâm finally on meds but my psychiatrist (from the health insurance) does the bare minimun. and i said âtbh i was just happy that she didnât deny my adhdâ and a friend turned at me shocked and said âwhat?â. i explained to her that being a woman and an adult itâs so common people deny your adhd.
i also told them my experience when i got my medication declined the first time because the neurologist said âadhd gets cured by adulthoodâ (i was 18 at that time) and a friend asked me âis that true?â and i explained to her that of course not and it can get even worse if you donât get treatment.
then the first girl asked me how does adhd affect neurologically. i explained to her that adhd brains have a poorer development of the frontal lobe and again she shocked said âreally? i had no ideaâ. she just sounded so shocked to learn that adhd is a neurobiological disorder. then i also explained to her we lack some neurotransmitters like dopamine and how it affects. she had no idea about anything i told her.
all my friends know i have adhd but they have no idea what that means.
they have no idea my brain is developed different, works differently and process things differently. they have no idea my body doesnât regulate hormones the same way as them (neurotypicals). they have no idea itâs actually disabling because they canât see it and the only perception they have of an adhd person is full of stigma.
but tbh, iâm not mad at them. itâs impossible to educate everyone in every single disability. i have no idea about so many disabilities because no one have ever taught me what it is.
iâm glad this friend started asking me about it and i had a chance to explain it to all of them. it makes me a bit sad they donât know what adhd really is, but i think most of them are interested in understanding me.
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sorry for posting about such tiny writing victories on here all the time. I get that the things that Iâm celebrating are minuscule compared with the volume that a lot of other writers (or even myself, three years ago) regularly produce and that the content overall is pretty trivial. but, at this point, it isnât really even about writing anymore.
itâs so crazy (sarcasm) but having a kid is really hard! not even the physical elements of gestating a human being or dealing with the way life changes after you become a parent. I really didnât expect the psychological side of it, I guess? I got pregnant in 2021, had a miscarriage, and then got pregnant again right away after and the hormonal changes from all that fucked me up. Iâm not exaggerating at all when I say that one day, 18 months after my baby was born, I stepped out of a mental fog deep enough that I couldnât recognize the person Iâd been for that last year and a half. that chunk of time is just amorphous in my brain. between the lack of sleep, continued hormone fluctuation insanity, and inability to take some of my meds, I was like a shell of the person Iâd been at the beginning of 2021. I literally had no space in my brain for anything other than taking care of that baby. anything that brought me joy before, any hobbies I had, just⌠hadnât mattered. if it was postpartum depression, it was a really weird kind that allowed me to feel happy and optimistic about the future and very much in love with the tiny human Iâd brought into the world. I just wasnât me anymore. the craziest part was that it wasnât an experience unique to me? a lot of the other moms I talked to about it on the other side were like âhaha, yeah, that got me too!â even my therapist kind of hand waved it off as normal. and??? why isnât this something we talk about???
anyway, last october, I finally snapped out of it and started to try and chisel out some space in my new life for the person Iâd been before the baby. itâs been really difficultâI donât get much time for myself and when I do, if I donât spend it cleaning or prepping activities and play dates, I end up feeling really guilty. I canât stress enough how much I genuinely enjoy being a mom and how fortunate I feel to spend as much time as I do with my kid, I just also feel like there needs to be room for me to be something outside of that as well, you know?
now it feels like every time Iâm able to write anything, Iâm getting to step a little further back into the things that made me happy before. even if itâs not very good or not very much, itâs progress towards finding balance. so Iâm probably going to keep posting about it here and celebrating all those little things. thanks for putting up with me while I do â¤ď¸
#shut up krissy#tw pregnancy#and#tw miscarriage#behind the cut#donât mind me Iâm just sick and thinking about how crazy the passage of time is#so yeah thatâs where I was between june of 2021 and november 2023#kids are crazy man they bring out both the best and the worst in you#anyway Iâm gonna go trick or treat now
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Zelda was returning home after a trip to the French Market. She and Antoine usually shopped together, but today he had stayed behind to work on accounting for the club. As she neared home, she hoisted the grocery bag to her other hip, trying to balance it with her weight thrown off by her growing belly.
Her mother had told her that pregnancy was uncomfortable, so she had been prepared for the more practical aspects of it. She had been thrilled when Zelda had first wrote to her of her pregnancy, sending a continuous stream of letters and advice.
Those letters had been Zeldaâs greatest comfort during those first long months. Her nausea had been constant, and all she could do as she laid in bed was read and reread her motherâs letters, imagining that she was there with her, softly telling her stories and stroking her hair.
As she walked up the stairs Zelda could hear Antoine talking and laughing. As she got closer she could hear a womanâs voice as well, quiet but familiar. She paused in the hallway. No, it couldnât possibly be. Had she slept last night? Surely her hormone addled brain was simply plagued by lack of sleep and homesickness.
She stopped in the threshold, scarcely believing her own eyes even though she was right in front of her, âMotherâŚis that really you?â
Florence leapt to her feet, pulling Zelda into a hug that seemed to last forever.
âZelda, my love, my child, look at you! With child yourself. It doesnât even seem quite possible, does it?â
Zelda looked at Antoine and then back at Florence, âI donât understand, how did you get here? Are you really and truly here? But how?â
Florence looked back at Antoine, her eyes inviting him over to where the two of them stood, âWell this fine man youâve found wrote to me some months ago inviting me to stay with the two of you until after you give birth. It took a bit of time to arrange everything at home and then make that dreadful journey across the Atlantic but I arrived at the port this morning.â
Zelda could do little but cry in happiness. Her mother was there, in New Orleans. It seemed nearly as surreal as her pregnancy itself, but at least now they would have months together, months to talk and to laugh and Zelda hoped, to simply figure out how to be a mother herself.
#1924#ts4 decades challenge#sims 4 decades challenge#sims 4 historical#ts4 historical#sims 4 legacy#ts4 legacy#sims 4 story#ts4 story#the darlingtons#1920s#antoine duplanchier#zelda darlington#florence darlington
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Can I make a confession?
I hate thinking about my future.
(I promise this is related to video games.)
It could just be something in my brain.
It could be that, the way school has always led to more school, I'd always felt like my life was being decided for me.
It could be that, as a suicidal trans kid living on a dying rock, I never felt like I had a future.
But I had never in my life considered I would get this far, and at this point I have to grapple with the fact that I'm only getting older.
I need to move out eventually. I need to make a living. And I need to keep myself alive and healthy.
But something in me just hates thinking about that.
Of course, I notice this in the games I play too. I love tactics games like Fire Emblem, but the superficially similar Advance Wars could never grip me. While Fire Emblem gives me all of my chess pieces and makes me use them accordingly, Advance Wars makes me think several turns ahead and choose which units to create. Advance Wars is a much more long-term game, and I can't help but hate that.
I've been thinking for years about the prospect of using games to teach me what I don't know. Surely, if a game can finally make me understand long-term thinking, then I will be fixed. And I hate that framing, "fixed." These issues are very likely caused by ADHD, and the brain is just more complicated than any platitude can solve. But I also know that I do have to start thinking long-term, or I will suffer.
I've always hated brushing my teeth. When I was a kid, I would pretend to brush them to make my mom happy, but I just don't like having to put some stick of goo in my mouth, and even now that I do it regularly it doesn't feel good. I thought things would be okay forever, until I started having dental problems. Any individual day where I don't brush my teeth honestly doesn't make that big of a difference. But these choices in aggregate across years can have disastrous effects.
I started thinking about this as I replayed FTL recently. FTL: Faster Than Light is the first game released by Subset Games. Their second game, Into the Breach, is one of my favorite video games of all time. But crucially, everything I like about Into the Breach was an explicit response to something I didn't like about FTL. FTL has too much randomness, so ITB removes a bunch of randomness. FTL has too much hidden information, so ITB shows you exactly what enemies are going to do next. And in a game of Into the Breach, everything you need to think about is right in front of you. In FTL, you have to think ahead.
There's a few design choices in FTL I chafe against. Upgrading your ship is pretty expensive, and I never know how much it's worth saving up until it's too late. Your ship taking damage is unavoidable, and that damage sticks around between battles. Nearly every action costs some kind of resource that I don't know if I'll get back. It's a game that demands you think about it on a large scale, and after years of trying and failing, I cannot for the life of me figure out how to get good at this game.
Do I just not have the brain for it?
But you know, it's not just lack of understanding that makes me put the short-term first. I've gotten into feuds with my parents about dieting before, as their legitimate concerns about health combined with unchecked fatphobia to leave me feeling like they just wanted control over my body. And while I recognize it's immature, these days I'll often eat something unhealthy on purpose out of spite. Making myself some dumplings, using all the salt and butter I could ever want, feels good, and tastes good too. But it was only today when, at a checkup about hormones, I agreed to weigh myself, and didn't like what I saw.
There are some games that provide delayed gratification. Games like Animal Crossing and Pokemon that use real-world time for game mechanics. In Animal Crossing, it's not enough to simply grow a tree, you have to plant it, and then water it for days. In Pokemon Shining Pearl, you have to wait until Friday to catch a Drifloon. These games treat the passage of time as a game mechanic in itself.
...Or at least, they do in theory. In practice, these games are awash with time travelers, changing the system clock to skip the wait.
I wish I had the answers, but I don't. I don't know how to teach myself this vital skill, and I'm searching still for a game that can help with that. Maybe I'll be the one to make it.
But I guess what I do want to say is that, if you also hate thinking about the future, whether that's in games or in life...
I understand.
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Educating people on PMDD because iâm tired of it being perceived as just really bad PMS. I wrote this for my partner, but I think itâs helpful to those with the condition and those with loved ones who struggle with PMDD.
It is unclear what totally causes PMDD, but most say itâs a sensitivity to fluctuating hormones during the luteal phase. When estrogen dips and progesterone rises, it fucks with your serotonin levels. PMDD can also caused by hormonal imbalances. There is also a history of having trauma or CPTSD when one has this illness. The condition is also known to worsen over time until you reach menopause.
You know how some people drink alcohol and become happy while others become angry and depressed? Thatâs how you can perceive how one reacts to their progesterone levels with this disorder; like a negative manifestation of alcohol consumption. Itâs almost as if you have an allergic reaction to your hormones when they drastically fluctuate.
���Hormones not only control your body and everything you do and feel, they are everything you do and feel. A Hormone makes you feel happy or sad, accomplished or motivated, affectionate, horny, competitive, hungry or full. Weâre a walking sack of chemical reactions that appears to be sentient.â
There are 3 phases of the menstrual cycle: the follicular phase, ovulatory phase, and luteal phase. The luteal phase (last phase) of the menstrual cycle is usually 12â14 days long, but can also be longer lasting up to 17 days. The luteal phase of your menstrual cycle occurs right after ovulation and ends when you get your period. During the luteal phase, serotonin levels drop changing the brainâs neurocircuit that affects emotional and cognitive functioning.
Everyone gets PMS right before their period. I understand why people believe PMDD to be a âmore intensiveâ PMS, but the major difference is PMDD is a long-term Chronic illness; itâs disabling.
PMDD affects your ability to normally function in your relationships, at work and in your home. PMDD completely alters your ability to function as you normally would outside of this cycle.
The symptoms usually occur in the week prior to menstruation, but for me personally, I experience these symptoms for at least 10-12 days; practically during my entire luteal phase. PMDD symptoms are the worst when your progesterone levels are the highest.
Here is a very long list of symptoms that can manifest in someone who struggles with PMDD
Common physical symptoms:
-Abdominal bloating
-Breast tenderness or swelling
-Headaches
-Nausea
-Feeling weak
-Abdominal cramps and pain
-Weight gain
-Clumsiness
-Body discomfort
-Being more jittery/restless
-Binge eating
-Sleep dysregulation
-Swelling of the hands or feet
-Joint or muscle pain
-Tension and soreness in body
Common emotional/mental symptoms:
-Angry outbursts/feelings of intense hatred
-Anxiety
-Confusion
-Depression
-Dysphoria
-Feeling overwhelmed/out of control
-Libidinal (sex drive) changes
-Mood swings
-Decreased concentration
-Irritability
-Appetite changes
-Restlessness
-Lack of interest in usual activities
-Feelings of hopelessness
-Social withdrawal
-Overthinking
-Paranoia
-Stress
-Crying spells
-Repetitive suicidal thoughts/suicidal ideation
-Panic attacks
-Lashing out on people/objects
-Lack of concentration
-Insomnia
-Shameful feelings
-Reactivity (feeling more sensitive than usual and taking things more personally)
-Thoughts that everyone hates you or wants you dead
-Brain fog
-Thoughts of ending things/impaired decision making (relationships, life, jobs, etc.)
Prevalence rates for lifetime suicidal ideation in people with PMDD were 45.8% and 37.4%, compared with 17.3% and 13.3% for people without PMDD. Many have attempted suicide or had a plan to get away from the debilitating illness.
How can I help a loved one who struggles with PMDD?
PMDD not only affects the person with the condition, but it also affects the people around them, especially their loved ones. One of the worst parts about PMDD is the sense of shame thatâs felt when one realizes that they were short/rude to a loved one who didnât deserve it. Many people donât feel like themselves during their PMDD episodes as it can bring out the worst parts of yourself.
-If a loved one is going through an episode and does something you donât like, talk compassionately to them about what hurt you and set a boundary: Itâs very common for those with this condition to act unconsciously, have outbursts and disagreements during an episode. If you point your finger at them with frustration, theyâll either get angry and lash out even more or feel awful and internalize what you said due to the lack of awareness. Hold the person accountable, but remember that they arenât intentionally meaning to frustrate you.
-Remind yourself AND your loved one that theyâre having an episode: It can feel like your loved one is creating tension in the relationship as they may frequently express negative feelings. You may internalize this thinking that youâve done something and take it personally, but most likely you havenât and theyâre just incredibly sensitive and vulnerable at this time. When one is going through an episode, their serotonin levels are quite literally at their lowest during their luteal phase. By reminding yourself that this is just an episode and having understanding that your partner is not doing this out of ill-intent makes you less hard on yourself and by reminding your partner that theyâre experiencing an episode helps them be less hard on themselves and makes them more mindful as to how they may be functioning within the relationship.
-Take care of your loved one: Offer things that may ease their symptoms.
-Show your loved one some extra tender love and care: During this time your loved oneâs view of themself will be at their lowest. Show them you love them and reassure them that theyâre a good person and deserve to be loved.
-Help them reframe their mind and give them different perspectives: Sometimes itâs very hard for people with PMDD to see things differently. When theyâre having a rough day during their episode they may not know how of pull themselves out of negative feelings/a negative mindset. They can also deal with false/negative beliefs, so itâs very helpful to offer different perspectives for them to cope better.
-Do things to make their lives easier during this time (ex. Cleaning apartment, doing dishes, doing small things you yourself can do (like grabbing the remote, putting something away, closing the door, etc.) rather than asking them to).
-Practice patience
-If you are dating someone with PMDD itâs very helpful to come up with a plan for the duration of your partnerâs episode.
-If a loved one threatens to kill themselves or is acting off, please take it seriously.
If anyone who struggles with PMDD feel free to message me! Youâre not overreacting or being too much; youâre living with an incredibly debilitating condition that alters your ability to self-regulate. I hope this was helpful. Let me know if you have any questions :)
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Thereâs something that doesnât feel right about this post but Iâm having a hard time putting it into words, I think for some people this kind of statement can ring true, but I donât think saying that âperiods do more harm than goodâ applies to everyone, I have a lot more to say on this subjectâŚ
I know I shouldn't be putting my two cents on a post from twitter since it's where most brain dead takes spark aflame, but this one bothered me quite a bit and I couldn't figure out why, but when something bothers me, I keep picking at it like a scab until it bleeds again and I figure out where I got the scab in the first place. Saying a statement that periods are causing harm makes people feel like there is something wrong with themselves and in a society thats already violently hateful towards women and femme bodies and any traits associated with those bodies, this doesn't help. I'm not here to romanticize having a period and because I know there's a lot of people with serious medical issues in which getting your uterus removed is totally valid and totally necessary depending on your choice/situation. But I want to acknowledge that in our capitalist society were always in a rush, things need to get done fast, hustle hustle hustle, and having a period (one that is not painful or along side other health issues) forces those to slow down, rest, and be in tune with our body, even if we don't want too, which is the complete opposite. Our current society is built around a cisgender males body which runs on a 24 hr cycle where as people who menstruate have different phases (follicular, luteal and ovulation) and run on a monthly cycle, which is deemed inconvenient and not efficient. I know of a lot people who mention that having a period has been a good indicator for their health and hormones, a reply under this tweet mentioned how this was a privileged take and that people who menstruate can't even have access to period products in developing countries, another said "now what?" Exactly, now what? Even if that statement was true, what are we supposed to do? A lot of women face mistreatment in healthcare, a lot of women are facing poverty and are not even able to afford healthcare, and if periods were causing us harm then we would all probably be lining up to get hysterectomies instead of buying period products that aren't even FDA regulated. Period pain has been used against us and weaponized against us in order to further dismiss pain that is associated with being a women/femme. This kind of statement, while it may ring true for some people, further teaches people to hate a natural occurring function of their bodies and further upholds this hateful misogynist society we live in.
Another side to note, the replies to this tweet are mostly people talking about their experiences of either getting a surgery or birth control, and never having to deal with their periods again which is great for them and Iâm genuinely happy for them, and Iâm glad I live in a era where people with periods have access to healthcare that gives them a better quality of life, but with all the good experiences, they are also agreeing with the original statement which in my opinion lacks empathy and compassion for those still having painful periods and are further re-enforcing this hate towards something naturally occurring for majority of the population, and even animals!
Iâm not sure why I felt compelled to write this much about this topic, maybe its coming from a place of anger or maybe itâs the fact Iâm a women who has done so much work on their body issues and also currently on my period (hehe! đ¤) but itâs been really frustrating to see women promote hating themselves just because their bodies donât naturally function within a society that hasnât considered them in the first place.
#rant#twitter#twitter is a hellsite#x#periods#menstruation#menstrual cycle#period#harm#body issues#body#think piece#personal essay#writing#two cents#misogny#period cramps#period poverty#hormones#pcos#pcosawareness#women#femme#endo#endometriosis#i didnt mention pregnancy because not the point#society#ranting#too long#women menstrate
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I saw an ask regarding adhd just wanna give an advice bcs I suffer a lot from mental health including MDR if yk MDR then good else in short it's Major Depressive disorder not only this but I have trauma issues due to my past and like I have slight autism with panick disorder and anxiety disorder I panick a lot. Weeks before I was suffering from ADHD but it was not huge and no doctors will give someone antidepressants for ADHD they need to check like what it's for and for kind info there is no particular med for ADHD it's mainly treated by SNRI and SNRI stands for Serotoninânorepinephrine reuptake inhibitor it's bcs ADHD comes with depression as per ik like depression is the first thing and when it stays for year without any treatment it will cause other issues such as ADHD, panick disorder etc. ADHD is a disease where someone lacks from attention deficiency and it might be due to the person was sad and the brain is trying to focus on escape like yk. And there is no medicine which can fix particularly ADHD only like it will act on it moreover ADHD is caused bcs of a hormone named norepinephrine, this hormone gradually decreases due to some reason and when it happens our brain can't act normally this medicine contains some drugs which binds on the nerve receptors slowing down the absorption and there is the magic as the absorption slows down in the nerve there is excess hormone which remains in our brain and this helps not triggering ADHD. And same goes for Depression but it's bcs of lack of serotonin and lack of serotonin can cause other hormone to decrease bcs serotonin is a mood regulator, we basically have two hormone for happiness oxytocin and dopamine but Serotonin is like a commander for them controlling them if there is a lack of serotonin people will find difficulty to process emotion, causing mood swings including depression. So to keep it ok SSRI are used. SSRI stands for Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitor process is same but it got different drugs and this drugs are legal and safe and SSRI targets the serotonin receptor and it works in the same way like SNRI does.
So what I wanna say is not to blame the doctor bcs it totally depends on the patient on how they co-operate if they don't tell doctors openly what they are suffering from doctors aren't god that they will understand it. In my case at first I used to be afraid but i gradually gain confidence and right now my doctor is like a bestfriend for me I openly talk with him with any difficulty I am facing, and just months ago I used to take SNRI bcs I had slight ADHD it eventually got fixed but as my main issue is Depressions he gave me a better SNRI like a change and better one than my previous SSRI it's not bcs that med wasn't working it's bcs I was getting a bit dependant on it moreover he is a MD in General Medicine and he was a professor plus doctor in one of the most reputated medical College and hospital of our city where most reputated doctor of our state comes and it's a government hospital and college right now he is a professor and doctor in another well reputated Government Medical College and Hospital of our state.
And if this person have openly communicated with their doctor then I will say to change their doctor, but I still feel fishy about this as no doctor will give someone wrong medicine bcs it will literally result in cancellation of their license. Anyway not blaming anyone also if it's that person whom ik I won't mention their name for privacy then they can put an ask and i will give the doctor's number even though he doesn't do any private chambers unless for emergency or any close one the doctor is a good friend of my dad so that's why I can go for check up to him, I said this bcs that person ik also had this same disease anyway sorry for putting this long ask just wanna help people in need despite anything pls do post this ask.
Youâre all good love, thank you for spreading awareness and helping!!
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State of the Union (me)
Mom is getting married next month after, like, just a few months of dating her new man (she had another online boyfriend but he turned out to be a scammer). And less than a year since her divorce. I am not going to the wedding. My dad is barely hanging onto his sanity. All I can say is a cynical "lol".
It's starting to feel like fall finallyyyyyyâŚand it's raining nonstop. This will be fun when we have to get all the plumbing replaced in the house we're buying (the pipes are caved in yippy)
Normally I have a party to watch Lord of the Rings with my friends around this time of year, but with moving and such I don't know if it will happenâŚsadgeâŚmaybe it will be a Christmas thing.
I started using a menstrual cup and I'm mad I didn't do that sooner. Highly recommend. So much peace of mind and money saved. No more lead and arsenic up your vag.
The politics at my job are fucking ridiculous. Everyone has some little vendetta against everyone else. People I thought were friends are now talking shit about each other to me. I have absolutely no wish to get involved in this. Literally I just wanna do my job and if other people have a problem they should communicate it. Bluh. Also I hate my department manager because she is so fucking incompetent and tends towards micromanaging, demanding a report on every little thing even though she doesn't understand 90% of it. Girl you don't even know what technology I'm fucking using this report is going to mean nothing to you. She's just self-important and wants to feel like she's in charge, making things happen. She threw me under the bus for a mistake I didn't make last month and got a bunch of people mad and it took aaaages to sort it out. #not impressed
I'm resolving to just wash my hands of any tea people want to spill to me and refuse to engage. I'm not going to say anything negative about anyone else regardless of my personal feelings. It's just so pointless and petty and immature!!!!
I'm still playing tag with my doctor and insurance company about my medication. Really fucking hope I don't run out before I get another refill because rationing out the doses is not fun.
Having some body image issues crop back up (inevitable really, it's pretty much just a cyclical thing) and I'm like hmmm maybe I want to encourage thisâŚNO! BAD! I haven't been able to get as much exercise as normal because a) rationing my meds = more symptoms, and b) full time job so less time to exercise. Less exercise -> lower happy hormones -> I'd be happier if I was skinny! -> more unhappy because I'm not skinny -> rinse/repeat. Legitimately, I exercise because it feels good, but it doesn't hurt that it makes me feel more powerful and better about my body too. Like Oh I have control over what I can do with my body and I'm actively improving my health. Lacking that feeling, I turn to the negative thought patterns. I'm dissecting my brain and I know what needs to happen but for now it is out of reach! Thus we just try to do "good enough" until things can improve.
Ao3 won't let me log in to leave comments and it's very sad.
That's all folks! Tune in next time to hear more of my woes.
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my happy place lately has been thinking about kunikida having a big ol' messy mental breakdown and katai taking care of him.
after the current manga arc, not knowing what else to do with himself as everyone recovers, kunikida goes to go check on katai.
he doesn't want to talk about what happened, doesn't gripe about katai's mess, doesn't complain about his coworkers.
instead, after a stilted greeting, he starts to pick up katai's house in relative silence, tidying like usual. he puts in his laundry. takes out his trash. scrubs his sink, though katai notices it's with a shaking, unsteady grip, too-smooth skin stretched over smooth white knuckles.
the doctor's had at him, again, katai realizes idly.
the silence is welcome, companionable, almost, but kunikida finds he can't stop thinking. about his job, his life, the people he'd failed, the fate of the world, his hands (or, rather, the nightmare of lacking them), and unable to keep it in anymore, he just...pauses, waits, and completely loses it. in a big way.
bigger and scarier than katai has ever seen him lose it before.
and, quietly and with surprising confidence, katai just...collects him. he pulls him gently down to his futon nest, holds him, and thinks, with the sureness of someone finally experiencing the inevitable, I can do this. I'll take care of you.
he figures, after a near-lifetime of kunikida playing maid and caretaker, that he can shoulder this. he wants to shoulder this. his clumsy hands and his malfunctioning brain don't work well enough to fold his laundry or do his dishes, but they're good enough to think of gentle reassurances as he rubs circles over kunikida's back.
after that, kunikida stays for a week.
(in a fit of bravery, katai calls the ADA for him and tells them he's not coming in. no, he doesn't know when he'll be back. yes, he's safe.)
and they just kind...of exist together, for awhile. kunikida reads and katai works a little. they nap. moments melt together and time stops existing, which, given the oppressive ticking clock that accompanied saving the entire world, kunikida is surprisingly happy to oblige.
his notebook goes mostly ignored, laying on the table with his fountain pen and keys.
they talk about nothing and everything, ordering food and enjoying the proximity, like when they were younger.
except that something is different now. or, rather, that something feels like it can't be ignored anymore. it's the elephant in the room that--during hormone-tinged sleepovers, during moments of sitting too close on a cold day, during the stolen times when they'd embraced after a crisis--would rear its inconvenient head only to sink quickly back into unconsciousness.
as they lay in companionable silence, katai's arms are heavy and solid around kunikida's waist. his body, softened and comfortable with his few extra pounds, is warm and solid along the length of kunikida's aching spine. the low hum of his voice, when he finally speaks again, tickles the nape of kunikida's neck, and for the first time in far too long, the shiver that wracks through him isn't one of fear or anger.
kunikida, despite all his height and lean muscle, despite the broadness of his shoulders, seems impossibly fragile since the last time katai's seen him. without the fire of purpose and righteous indignation holding him together, he's as loosely strung as a poorly-made doll, pliant and yielding under katai's careful, but familiar, touch.
his shuddering sigh, the shift of his hips, comes uncomfortably close to an invitation.
katai learns that kunikida is all too receptive to his wandering hands.
kunikida learns that katai is a surprisingly generous lover.
by the time the week is up, the urges they'd left so long ignored, heated with mutual inexperience, new and deliciously distracting, have settled into the quiet and easy and dependable rhythm of their friendship.
the time comes, though, when reality comes calling, and kunikida knows he can't put off leaving. he doesn't even want to think of the paperwork. hopefully ranpo doesn't smack him too hard for leaving the president without kunikida's very necessary help.
but as he's putting on his shoes to go rejoin the world, the boneless exhaustion finally replaced with resigned vigor, kunikida comments on the state of katai's slouching walls. a familiar complaint.
this time, though, katai mentions, idly and with a hint of implication, that he'd been considering buying a new place. one that didn't lean like a drunk and have cracks in the foundation big enough for crickets to get through.
one that's big enough for a guest. or a partner.
he doesn't tell kunikida that he'd only just thought of it now, but the surprised little smile that brightens kunikida's thoughtful face is enough to dissuade him from mentioning it.
with a surprisingly chaste kiss to katai's cheek, kunikida solemnly promises that he'll be back, and katai knows he will be, and when the door groans shut behind him, katai realizes he doesn't have any idea whatsoever how much house costs.
but...kunikida would know. it would be another good distraction, throwing himself into the task of helping katai pick something out. at the very least, it'd be a good excuse to keep him here for more than a few hours.
katai trusts him to find something with strong walls and room for bookshelves and a sink that kunikida didn't have to scrub so hard to get clean. maybe a trash chute. an electric dryer. a little window seat, where someone could sit and write, if they wanted to.
and, most of all, space enough for a guest. or a partner.
for kunikida, if katai could get him to stay.
somewhere that, when kunikida came home each day, face tight and shoulders tense, katai could, if he remembered, draw him a bath and drag him off to bed.
he could do that much. remember to fill the bath. probably.
somewhere new and exciting and eventually as familiar as kunikida's life and body entwined with his.
somewhere that could be home, finally, for the both of them.
#kunikatai#kunikida#katai#these two goobers could make it work i swear#katai is Bad At Most Things but we see that he WILL go out of his way for his boy doppo#also you know he has NO concept of how much anything costs given that he's living so frugally and makes bank#katai: how much could a nice house cost? one billion million yen? two?#vita.txt#i guess this counts as#fic#my fic#it's more purple musing but hey whatever
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Well being active again has been fun, but the lack of interaction has the little demon in my brain telling me to isolate again, and with all the happy families all over my Facebook, it's getting ugly again. So, I'll be around in the off chance I'm needed. Period hormones probably aren't helping.
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