#my injection is actually working

[vaciena]

Do you have any idea how fucking cool it is to look at my arms and not see bright red cracked bleeding skin for the first time in years

[ohposhers]

some old Troll Twin AU doodles I finally got around to coloring woohoo! naw but i highkey considered having them steal Floyd's talent through some sort of injection process in the AU cause they'd be the same size as him so i was like would the perfume shit still work?? who knows idk what im doing anymore

[territorial-utopia]

Huzzah! It's birthday time! I'm slowly accumulating more and more things I like (latest additions this vest I made and a travel typewriter! Still need to fix the latter one though)

Sure has been a year.

[rustedleopard]

What astounds me about the whole "you need a pure human SOUL to perfect the serum" thing is that so many people take Chujin's conclusion at face value. Chujin Ketsukane? Chujin "Winner of the 'You Tried In Engineering' Award" Ketsukane? Chujin "Fumbled Inventing Robots So Hard He Earned The Ire Of The Usually Pretty Chill King" Ketsukane? Chujin "I Accidentally Killed A Human Child By Overshooting The Parameters On My Guard Robot" Ketsukane? That Chujin Ketsukane?

[3416]

Mitch and Auston's media availabilities after being put on separate lines the first time this season | 11.27.23

[hhhhleb]

based on this concept they got soul bond and sans can feel when smth wrong with papyrus

good thing that sans didn't see the actual injury.. grillby knew that would greatly upset sans, so that's why he pushed him away. it also could have trigger some really bad memories for Sans..so grillby did good job x2 (more thoughts in tags)

[yarart4ever]

Watched KFP4 and... with no spoilers...

I fucking loved it. actually. wtf-

EVERYONE HAS BEEN SO DOOM AND GLOOM ABOUT IT BUT LIKE- I GENUINELY LIKE IT?? LIKE A LOT??

I actually found it funny, sympathised with the characters and actually got SO EXCITED over stuff I saw in the film?

idc what nobody says, this film was fucking great. I had so much of my opinions changed for the better after watching and I am relieved about that tbh-

was it the best film in the franchise? by all means no. is it still a really great film and I am more than happy to acknowledge it as part of the franchise? hell yes!

I have a bit of criticism about the dialogue but I had a dandy good old time and I kinda already wanna watch it again despite JUST watching it today

[thedisablednaturalist]

The new spine doctor took so many precautions for my cervical injection like making sure I had an IV, taking pictures from multiple angles, even a strap on the bed that kept me from falling off the narrow table. They also made me lay flat for 15 minutes while running my vitals to make sure I didn't seize. They also forbade me from driving home and want me to take it easy for a week. My old doctor just had me lay on a table in a gown and he would do everything really quickly and relatively painlessly and would tell me I could go right back to work normally. I think I know why his injections never helped for more than a couple weeks.

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

when your pet's health is declining to a very worrying level but you can't go home until thursday because of schoolwork and distance :)

[b0nebat]

Moots will add me on discord and expect me to talk about my ocs and instead I'll info dump about something else and u'll have to go out ur way to ask me about my ocs for me to bring those things up

[itshomobirb]

has anyone else had their t hrt just... stop working?

context: was on too low of a dose for half a year & it feels like it let my body detransition (normal t deflated my tits, the low t let them reinflate). im back on the same dosage as before the low t, which had been giving me good changes before, but. now. no more t changes. and im getting a symptom i used to only get during/right before my period. i can't exactly have a period since my hysto, but. my ovaries are still floating around in my abdomen, so they could still be pumping e in me. idk. im on gel. maybe it's a problem with the bottles im getting? it feels like they run out too soon, like the prev type i got i could stretch it and get a full dose for ~35 days, but now it's like by day ~23 im not getting a full dose from 2 pumps.

[kieren-fucking-walker]

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[kunikisss]

thinking about keegan forcemasc yet again... sigh.

[vampirecatboy]

GUESS WHO FINALLY GOT HIS BOY JUICE

[daigina-3]

Star Dust, Angel Dust

Anthony Donatiello was going to be a star. 

The dark cinema was buzzing. The joint was full of his family and friends- the place rented out just for them. Not that he thought his uncle’s meathead friends or his cousins cared much for motion pictures, unless they were the kiddie vaudeville types. They just didn’t have the taste Anthony did. Molly liked movies all right, but mostly because she knew Anthony did. She did anything he wanted, went where he went, liked what he liked; even if she didn’t, really. 

He sat back in the big seat- his feet just reaching the floor. His frame was slight even at eleven, when most of the other kids his age were sprouting up and out. He was hardly any bigger than Molly was, the two of them identical pointy limbs and round, pinched-cheek faces. Though Ma said he’d hit his growth spurt any day now and be taller than all of them, and be on his way to becomin’ a big man like his papa. 

Anthony wasn’t sure he liked the sound of that. He loved his papa, sure. But when he dreamt of who he would be as an adult, it wasn’t his father’s stubbly jaw line and gruff voice he imagined.

It was Roman Novaro, with his slender frame and shiny hair. It was Colleen Moore and her wire-thin dainty eyebrows and shiny bead-embroidered dresses.

It was Clara Bow. 

On the silver screen, Clara Bow’s big round eyes were pinched in anger as she was waving her cutesy little gun around (He didn’t know what she thought that little thing would do- he’d seen bigger guns in his pop’s bathroom), looking for all the world like she was about to jump out of the ten foot tall screen and into the room. 

Clara was the ultimate star- she had the face, the legs, the smile. She was everything. People called her the “it” girl- on the cover of every magazine, in every department store window on posters for perfume and powder- and always, always with all eyes on her. 

She was an angel.

Anthony had fallen in love with her the first time he’d seen her on screen with her thin painted lips and the way they quirked up in an impish smile. He’d made his mama take him to the cinema to see the movie three times. He practiced that smile in the bathroom mirror every morning for a week. 

Ladies of the Mob had been a funny choice for a family outing, looking back. Not that he’d really known then that the family business was anything more than some vague investment company or something else equally as vague and boring as shit to an eleven year old. He just thought that maybe all investment companies came with family bodyguards who were also his cousins- and also cousins that weren’t really cousins but they called them that anyway. And didn’t every family have weapon stashes in every room of the house? His pops always said protecting his family came first!

Next to him in the dark, Molly elbowed him gently and held out the little bag of popcorn for him to take a handful. Her big blue eyes were still locked on the screen as Clara’s lover, the poor crook who Clara was trying so hard to make a better man, grabbed her by the arms and shook her passionately. Anthony felt the tension rise as their faces got closer together and her lover shook her again, the piano music swelling. The gun fell from Clara’s hand as she stared up at her fella’s furious face.

“Don’t you know I love ya, ya dumb broad?” The title card read. 

Clara shook her head, moving her perfectly painted lips. Anthony mirrored her expression, copying the way she turned down the corners of her mouth.

“Well, you have a mighty good way of showing it.”

He yanked her forward with force until they were just an inch away, his mouth mumbling words that made Anthony’s tummy flip and his eyebrows go up in surprise just the same as Clara’s on screen.

“I’ll show you good.”

He crashed his mouth to Clara’s- Anthony didn’t have to look at his sister to know Molly had clapped one hand over her eyes. She still thought kissing was gross, the little baby. But he didn’t ever want to look away. In the darkness with stars in his little eyes, Anthony puckered his lips, instinctively copying Clara. 

Someone was gonna kiss him like that someday. 

*

“You're gonna be a star, Angel baby.”

That's what Val had told him when they first met in the corner of a hazy strip club. The moth demon had paid for private dances at the club, rented out rooms for days just to monopolize Angel's time and attention. And Angel took the compliment and the cash, batted his lashes and let Val flash even more bills than the day before or the day before. He was buying bottle after bottle without care. Hell, he was practically pouring the shit out on the floor. What did Val care? He could buy the whole bottling plant if he wanted. He had money, he had power, he had people falling at his feet.

So who could blame Angel if he fell, too?

Well. He sure as fuck could blame himself. He'd been stupid. Naive.

Val had been good to him, at the start. For a long while, Angel was a free man who went where he wanted and did what and who he wanted. And who he wanted was Val. He ate up the gifts; the clothes, the free meals, the sex- he was peppered with kisses and pet names and promises and in return when Val was mean, Angel told himself that was the shit he was into anyway. Even if he wasn't really into how Val did it.

And he wasn't mean outside of bed, anyway- Angel would never let that happen to him. He watched, tucked under Val's wing as he was cruel and ruthless to waitstaff, employees, dancers, bartenders. Didn't matter. That would never be him. He was Angel Baby, his star, Amorcito. He was special.

Stupid. Naive. And humble, as ever.

Anthony never got to be a star. But Angel was. His face was everywhere. His legs and ass were in even more places.

Just like Clara, he thought to himself with satisfaction when he looked in the mirror before a shoot, giving himself bedroom eyes and admiring himself.

Just like Clara? He thought to himself with a bitter pit in his stomach when he looked in a mirror after Val manhandled him. kissed him so hard it hurt. Talked over him. Didn't listen when he asked for a pause, a moment to catch his breath.

Breaks were not in the budget, on or off set.

Angel Dust was a star. But Anthony was curled up in bed, the only one who ever loved him right snuffling at his tear stained cheeks. He drew Fat Nuggets in tighter to his chest, letting him nuzzle his neck and snort sweetly.

[catjest3r]

I am also someone who hates needles (as a psychological thing) and I do my own T shots. I think my biggest tip would be to just "get it done and overwith" (as in don't think too hard about it or take too long getting yourself all psyched out about it when you go to inject the needle), because the quicker you get it done, the quicker it's over, and then you don't have to worry about it again for a whole seven days (if you do your injections once a week, anyway. I know some people do theirs once every other week, so if that's the case, then a whole 14 days!). I've been on T for 9 years now (as of this month!) and have been doing my own shots for at least half of that time, so it does get easier once you get used to it! I still have my days where I get all psyched out about it, but that's rare now compared to when I first started.

Also, make sure your leg (or wherever it is you're injecting it) is COMPLETELY relaxed, or it could be VERY painful, and make it a lot harder not to psych yourself out when doing your shots in the future.

Good luck!

That's definitely my approach to things that make me nervous!! Unfortunately this being the *first one* I definitely waited too long and got psyched out more than once :,3 mine are weekly but that's not so bad I think!! Thank you so much for the reassurance!!!

I'll try my best each time to relax the muscle, which isn't too hard in my legs! Thanks again! 🐱💖