#not fucking fair

[vampservice]

it should be illegal to wake up this horny.

[sissytobitch10seconds]

I'm sorry, how can I have two boyfriends and also two empty hands?

[lith-myathar]

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[sneefsnorf]

AUGH.. there are FEELINGS i need to EXPLORE but i CANT because i hve a PANIC ATTACK every time someone TOUCHES ME.

[anothersadbean]

we had your allied health team meeting today. they’ve said you can’t return home. your mobility has deteriorated so much you can’t even stand or sit on your own.

we talked about housing options for you. i started setting your room up at home. i bought you this beautiful comforter set for your bed when you were first admitted, and it’s hard to believe that you may never be home to see it. i can’t take it into the hospital either because of how regular your bed changes are.

it’s just not fucking fair.

i’ll try and find the best home for you, because if not anything you deserve it for this last leg of your life. i asked the medical team today what your life expectancy is, and your reports say short years. which is to 1-3 years tops.

some say i am lucky to have this time with you, it’s everything i wanted when you were in that ICU and we didn’t know how much time we would have. but i’d hoped we could of done some of the things we wanted.

we always wanted to go on that trip around australia. i wanted you to see me finally get my life together. i was buying a place and going to put a granny flat out the back just for you, we had it all planned.

it’s just not fucking fair.

right now you are confined to a bed, in a hospital, you can’t open a window, you can’t feel sunshine on your face, fuck, you haven’t even had a shower in weeks, to feel water running from a tap on your body, to just have a few moments where you got to feel human once again.

i didn’t intend for this post to be so long. but my heart breaks. every day it breaks just a little bit more as i see a little bit less of you showing up for the day. one day that light will fade permanently, and it’s the day i dread the most.

it’s just not fucking fair.

[daydreamerwonderkid]

RIP to Bruce. Can't get a single night to himself smh

[iwannaseeyouunravvel]

being a switch is so fucking embarrassing 💀

[spyres-moved]

[stemmmm]

scenario in which bill stops torturing him and takes the time to explain what the portal is in terms more detailed than "this will get you the nobel prize for sure" and "im going to destroy your dimension, dipshit"

[adhd-merlin]

some people really be out there typing fanfics longer than war and peace in their free time and then going on about their life like it's no big deal. how fucking incredible. like no offense to tolstoy but that was like. his whole job

[dykealloy]

what do you mean jennifer saunder's shrek 2 cover of Holding Out for a Hero didn't play over the entirety of dressrosa arc

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

[mellllla]

help why do men dm u and have a whole day long conversation with you and then jusg stop answering at one point?????

[morgansplace]

oh man how I want to hug my friends

[lazylittledragon]

dadkarios doods sponsored by my stress migraine

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