#or telling me what to do with my health and my body and telling me to go to a doctor when she never talks to me

[feedmegreenthings]

I'm at a point where my body is the size it wants to be. It's the biggest it's ever been, but it's consistent.

I was only able to "maintain" a smaller size by constantly monitoring and restricting and overthinking what I ate. Constantly eating just enough to not be hungry, but trying to hide my constant vigilance lest someone think I have an eating disorder, because those are bad and I'm not doing a bad I'm just obsessing about staying in clothes with a smaller number.

So, yes, for me, it is less work to be fatter because I'm not fighting my body. I could work tirelessly to be smaller, but that's not good for me physically, mentally, or emotionally. And anyone who'd prefer I fight my body instead of letting it be what it wants to be isn't actually "concerned about my health," they're just being mean and anti-fat, which is definitely not good for me or them.

So the best thing anyone can do is just accept that other people's bodies are none of your business and leave them be. Go in peace. 😌

But if you so see someone telling someone else what to do with their body, feel free to tell them to shut up and mind their business.

A core feature of anti-fatness is the "you did this to yourself"-view. People are very invested in the idea that size is within everyone's control. It's soothing to believe that all fat people are a small series of good choices away from becoming thin and staying that way, and that thin people are success stories by virtue of existing.

Any time we speak up about discrimination and fatphobia, someone inevitably plays that card. Trolls will say "eat a salad, pig" and well-meaning health nuts will gently explain what calories are. In either case, we're met with a "you know, you can stop this at any time." Why, if nobody was fat, thin people wouldn't need to examine their biases! It sure would be an easier time for everyone if we weren't so Around and Bulliable!

[noellevanious]

some pro-tips on food since that comment on my post about veggies really fucking annoyed me!!! (experience from learning a lot about food and health in college and still learning to this day!):

Carbs and fat are GOOOD they are GOOD for you your body NEEDS THEM. THEY ARE ONLY BAD IN MODERATION

There are very few things that are "Bad" for you or your body in terms of nutrition. I'd say the closest thing to just genuinely being "bad" that shows up commonly is maaaaybe cholesterol.

US nutritional knowledge has been greatly warped by capitalism (surprise surprise)!!! While the food pyramid is and always has been flawed, wrong, and stupid, the impact of "Diet Culture" has done so much damage to health, way more than any actual food impact.

BREAD IS GOOD. Bread fills you up. It's a simple carb, so you won't be full for long, but that's also a good thing (simple carb means that your body knows what to do with it easily! complex carbs exist in nuts/fruit/veggies but bread is mostly carbs and fat so it's good)

If you're worried about "what i should eat to be healthy" - EATING AT ALL IS THE HEALTHIEST. Unless you have a serious health issue like a glucose intolerance, Being alive and not starving will always be more important that eating too many simple carbs or fatty foods.

Your body needs everything - fruits and veggies are diverse in what they provide, but usually they're good for natural sugar, fiber, and complex carbs. dairy products are great for fat and cholesterol, meat and meat-adjacent products are great for protein and fat, nuts are great for protein, and bread/noodles/rice/etc are great for simple carbs.

Eat things you like that taste good. There are very few reasons you'd be unhealthy because of something you eat, and if you are, your body will let you know about it. Obviously doctors are important for checking on vitals, etc but somebody online telling you you need to eat XYZ is usually wrong UNLESS they're telling you to just eat.

If you're genuinely worried about what food to eat - think about how much goes into producing the food! For example - fruits, veggies, meat, etc are all very simple: they are created by plants/animals, and generally can be sold or consumed without much work beyond cooking. "Bad" things are overly processed, but even then unless they're just pure sugar like candy, or insanely over-processed garbage, you should be fine to eat it. Again, it's more important that you're alive and full than it is adhering to some bullshit diet

[ppssession]

Top-class insurance

Ian is an overweight 30-year-old man who lives a normal life with hard work and no free time.

One day while working hard as usual, Ian received an email about health insurance. At first, Ian ignored the email until he read through it and became interested.

The content of the email after his death Ian will receive a new body immediately. When he receives a new life, he must share the income after taking over the body, 45% of the income from the new body. Although Ian is interested in the offer, he thinks it is a joke from his colleagues.

Ian then accepts the insurance offer and the mysterious email. After accepting, he is prompted to send a photo of the person Ian wants to possess. Ian thinks for a moment and selects a photo of Joe, a millionaire he knows through social media.

It wouldn't hurt a rich person if their income dropped by 45% lol, Ian thought to himself. He sent an email back. The message said the insurance was complete. After a couple of weeks, Ian forgot about it because he had been working very hard recently.

One evening, Ian was working overtime, even though he had been working hard for weeks, he still had to do it, which made Ian feel very bad, his body gradually showed signs of weakness while he was in front of the computer, the images gradually became dark and he finally lost consciousness.

Ian's consciousness slowly returned, but strangely, he felt that he could breathe easier, his body felt light. When he opened his eyes, he was shocked when he saw a beautiful hand instead of his own fat hand. He was still holding an expensive liquor that even though he almost earned his entire salary, it was difficult to buy. He slowly came to his senses and rubbed all over his face to examine it. Oh my god, my face is so amazing.

Suddenly, he slowly remembered the mysterious insurance he had made. Yes, I remember. I must be in the body of that rich man, Joe. Ian remembered the insurance he had made, but he slowly smiled triumphantly. “Indeed, being in this body means I have a second chance to have fun without that fat body"

Oh, that's right. I need to rest for a while after working so hard. Ian, who was in Joe's body, took a deep sip of the liquor in his hand. "That's right. This is what expensive things should taste like." He slowly reached out and rubbed his target. Not long after, a large tent bulged out between his legs. He used the zipper to unzip it, freeing his long, thick cock. “Wow, this is great. I think I finally hit my jackpot. It’s as big as a bottle of booze,” Ian hungrily ran his hand up and down his new cock. “Ahh,” Ian’s deep, charming moan from his throat made him feel even more excited for a moment, as Ian’s orgasm brought him to his climax. Waves of pleasure shot out of his penis and spread throughout his body. Ian breathed heavily as waves of pleasure crashed through him, before he took a sip of his liquor. Suddenly, a notification sounded on his phone. He looked at the notification, “Please pay the security deposit within 24 hours (21:35 hours left) or we will refund your money.” After reading it, Ian smiled. Yes, I will pay the security deposit, but after this, Joe will play with this big cock a few more times. Haha.

Haha tell me if you had a chance to get insurance like in the story, who would you use as your second life?

[badger-tales]

Sick Days// W.W x Reader

a/n: I'm so excited to write my first deadpool request i love wade so much!!!!!!!

request: If it’s possible, can I have Deadpool x nb!reader fluff? I feel like he doesn’t get enough fluff in fanfics. Basically, they’re married (shocker that Deadpool’s dumbass can get married ik). Nb!reader is off from work for being sick (like fever or something probably) and Wade decides to not take any bounties (taking this for the movies kinda so he’s basically a hit man-ish??) to take care of his partner. Thanks if you decide to do it!!!

-🎀 (yes ik it’s a weird signature)

word count: 3.6k

Wade clumsily waltzed into the bedroom, balancing a tray of what could only barely be called breakfast—burnt toast, a misshapen omelette, and an oversized cup of orange juice that sloshed dangerously with each step. The tray wobbled as he approached the bed, his eyes fixed on y/n, who was bundled under layers of blankets, their cheeks flushed from the fever. Wade paused dramatically at the foot of the bed, clearing his throat.

“My darling, my sick little munchkin, I present to you... the finest cuisine this side of the apartment building.” He gave an exaggerated bow, managing to keep the tray steady through sheer luck and questionable balance. y/n blinked blearily at the scene, stifling a laugh as they pushed themselves up on their elbows.

“Wade, is that supposed to be an omelette, or did you just fight it?” they asked, their voice croaky but full of amusement.

Wade gasped, his hand flying to his chest in mock indignation. “I’ll have you know this omelette put up quite the fight. I took it down for you, love. You should've seen the flips it was trying to do in the pan—but I was like, ‘No way, Mr. Egg. Not today.’” He set the tray down on their lap with a flourish, tilting his head as he took in the chaotic sight of breakfast. 

y/n smiled, despite the pounding headache and the heat radiating from their skin. They picked up a piece of burnt toast, eyeing it thoughtfully. “You know, it’s not half bad,” they said, taking a small bite. Wade practically beamed, settling on the edge of the bed beside them.

“Really? I mean, of course not! It’s made with love—and maybe a little bit of ash from the toaster. But hey, nothing says ‘I love you’ like breakfast that might give you extra crunch.” He reached over and gently adjusted the blanket around y/n’s shoulders, his movements softer now, the usual chaos tempered by genuine care.

“Thanks, Wade,” y/n said, their voice barely a whisper as they leaned back against the pillows. “For everything. Even the crunchy toast.”

Wade waved a dismissive hand, but his eyes softened behind the mask. “Hey, you’re my favorite person to take care of. Even if you are all sweaty and gross right now.” He paused, then leaned in conspiratorially. “Don’t tell anyone, but I think the sweaty look kinda works for you.”

They rolled their eyes, nudging him lightly. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, you married me,” he shot back, his voice full of that playful warmth that made everything feel just a bit better. He picked up the oversized cup of orange juice and held it out to them, the liquid still threatening to spill. “Now, drink up, my love. Vitamin C is the key to beating this fever… or at least, that’s what the internet said after I ignored all the pop-ups about enlarging certain body parts.”

y/n laughed, a real one this time, and took the cup from him. “To good health and burnt breakfasts,” they said, raising the cup in a toast.

Wade tapped an imaginary glass against theirs. “To my favorite patient. May you get better soon so I can go back to being the one who needs all the attention.” He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to their temple. 

And for a moment, despite the fever and the exhaustion, y/n felt warm in the best possible way.

“You know what you need? A Wade Wilson patented cuddle burrito,” Wade declared, yanking the comforter off the bed. Before y/n could protest, he wrapped it around them like a human burrito, tucking it tightly so that only their head poked out. Wade grinned proudly at his handiwork, stepping back to admire the blanket-wrapped figure before diving onto the bed beside them.

y/n gave an exasperated sigh, though a smile tugged at their lips. “Wade, I can’t move at all,” they said, their voice muffled by the layers of fabric.

“Exactly! Now you’re safe from all potential threats—and by threats, I mean me, because I’m about to unleash the most intense cuddles known to humankind,” Wade said, his voice dropping dramatically as he wiggled his way closer to them.

He snuggled up to y/n, his arms wrapping around the burrito-wrapped form. “There. Snug as a bug in a Deadpool hug,” he whispered, rubbing his masked nose against theirs in an Eskimo kiss. y/n rolled their eyes playfully, warmth spreading through their chest despite the fever that still lingered.

“Wade, you’re ridiculous,” they muttered, though their tone held no real annoyance.

“Ridiculously awesome, maybe,” Wade replied, giving them a gentle squeeze. He shifted a little, making sure the blanket was still snug around them. “Besides, I read somewhere that the best medicine is plenty of cuddles. And I am nothing if not a dedicated cuddle doctor.”

y/n couldn’t help the laugh that escaped, though it quickly turned into a cough. Wade patted their back gently, his tone softening. “Hey, easy there, patient zero. I’ve got you. No coughing your way out of this burrito.”

y/n settled back against him, the tension easing from their body as they relaxed into the warmth of Wade’s embrace. Despite everything—the fever, the exhaustion—it was hard not to feel just a little bit better wrapped up and warm with Wade’s over-the-top affection. They closed their eyes, allowing themselves to enjoy the comfort.

“Thanks, Wade,” they murmured, their voice barely audible. Wade’s grip tightened slightly, and even though they couldn’t see his face beneath the mask, they knew he was smiling.

“Anything for you, my favorite burrito,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of their head.

“Who needs bounties when I can be a professional nurse-slash-chef-slash-best-husband-ever?” Wade muttered to himself as he stirred a pot of what could generously be called chicken soup. The broth looked a little… green. Maybe chicken soup wasn’t supposed to look green? He frowned, shrugging off the doubt as he poured a bowl anyway, determination etched in every exaggerated movement.

He strutted into the bedroom, bowl in hand, a wide grin plastered on his face beneath the mask. “Soup’s on! Literally!” He presented the bowl to y/n with a flourish, as if he’d just served up a five-star gourmet meal. They blinked at it, their eyes narrowing slightly as they took in the strange, greenish hue.

“Uh, Wade… why is it green?” they asked, their voice a little hoarse from the lingering sickness.

Wade tilted his head, examining the bowl as if he were seeing it for the first time. “Extra vitamins?” he offered, sounding more hopeful than confident.

Y/n chuckled weakly, shaking their head. “I think I’ll stick to tea for now,” they said, the warmth of their smile softening the rejection.

Wade gasped dramatically, clutching his chest with his free hand. “You wound me, my love. This is the finest soup this side of the multiverse. Gordon Ramsay himself would cry tears of joy—or tears of rage, it’s hard to tell with that guy.”

They couldn’t help but smile at his antics, their head resting back against the pillow. “I’m sure it’s… something, Wade. But I think tea is all I can handle right now.”

Wade set the bowl down on the nightstand, giving a resigned nod. “Fine, fine. Tea it is. But I’m still counting this as a win. You laughed, and that’s all that matters,” he said, leaning down to press a kiss to their forehead.

Y/n closed their eyes, feeling the warmth of his affection through the cool fabric. “Thanks for taking care of me,” they murmured, their voice barely above a whisper.

Wade’s eyes softened, and he reached out to adjust the blankets around them. “Always, my favorite patient,” he whispered back, brushing a gloved hand gently against their cheek. “Even if you won’t eat my magical green soup.”

Y/n smiled, their eyes growing heavy. “Maybe next time,” they muttered, already drifting off.

Wade grinned, standing up straight and giving a mock salute. “I’ll hold you to that, sweetheart. Rest up. We’ve got more ridiculousness to get to when you’re feeling better.”

And with that, he tiptoed out of the room, leaving y/n to drift into a peaceful sleep, their heart warmed by his unwavering love and care.

—-

Wade settled down beside y/n on the couch, remote in hand. “Alright, babe, I picked out the perfect movie for a sick day. *The Notebook*. Because nothing says 'get well soon' like Ryan Gosling crying.” He hit play and then snuggled in beside them, wrapping an arm around their shoulder.

Y/n gave a small chuckle, leaning into Wade. “I never thought I’d see the day you willingly watched *The Notebook*,” they teased, their voice still a little raspy.

Wade gasped dramatically. “How dare you! I’m a sensitive soul. I have layers, like an onion. Or a parfait. Plus,” he added with a wink, “I’m just here for the kissy parts.”

Y/n smiled, shaking their head slightly as they rested against him. Wade gently rubbed their arm, his attention shifting between the movie and y/n’s face. Every time they coughed or shivered, he’d pull them a little closer, wrapping the blanket tighter around them.

“Plus, I’ll be here to provide director’s commentary. Spoiler: Ryan Gosling doesn’t wear a mask. Rookie move,” Wade added, his voice laced with humor.

Y/n looked up at him, their tired eyes full of warmth. “I’m just glad you’re here,” they whispered, their voice sincere.

Wade looked down at them, his eyes softening. “Wouldn’t be anywhere else,” he said, his voice losing some of its usual bravado. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of their head, holding them close as the movie played on.

As the rain-soaked scene between Noah and Allie unfolded, Wade sighed dramatically. “See, that’s where he went wrong. Should’ve worn a red suit and used a few jokes. Guaranteed happy ending every time.”

Y/n laughed softly, their head resting against his shoulder. “You’re impossible,” they murmured, their eyes growing heavy.

“And yet, you still love me,” Wade replied, his tone softer now, filled with affection.

“Always,” they whispered.

Wade smiled, tightening his hold on them slightly as he turned his attention back to the movie. “Sleep tight, babe. I’ll keep Gosling and all those pesky feels at bay,” he whispered, his voice filled with love.

“Alright, time for the fun part,” Wade said, shaking the bottle of cough syrup enthusiastically, the liquid inside sloshing against the glass. He approached the bed with all the seriousness of a doctor ready to perform a major operation. “Open wide, sweetheart,” he instructed, holding up a spoon filled to the brim with the sticky liquid.

Y/n gave him a suspicious look, eyeing both Wade and the syrup. “Wade, do you even know how much to give me?” they asked, their voice skeptical.

Wade squinted at the bottle, turning it around a few times as if the instructions might magically reveal themselves to him. “Of course I do!” he declared with exaggerated confidence. “It says right here, ‘enough to knock out a bear, but not enough to call poison control.’ Totally safe. Trust me, I’m practically a doctor,” he added, giving a thumbs-up.

Y/n groaned, rubbing their forehead. “Why do I feel like I should be worried right now?”

“Because you’re a rational person,” Wade said, “but also because you clearly don’t appreciate the finesse of my medical expertise. Now, come on. Down the hatch! It’ll make you feel better. And I’ll even give you a kiss after. The good kind, not the peck-on-the-forehead kind.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, though the effect was somewhat lost under the mask.

Y/n sighed, their shoulders slumping in resignation. “You better make it a good one,” they muttered before reluctantly opening their mouth. Wade brought the spoon to their lips, his hand surprisingly steady as he carefully fed them the cough syrup.

“There we go. That’s my brave little patient,” Wade cooed, setting the spoon aside once they swallowed the syrup, their face contorting in disgust at the bitter taste.

“Ugh, that’s awful,” y/n said, shuddering. Wade gave an exaggerated nod of sympathy.

“Yeah, no one said getting better was gonna taste like chocolate cake. But fear not!” He leaned in dramatically,“Time for the promised reward.”

He gently pressed his lips against theirs, his kiss soft and lingering, full of affection. Y/n melted into the kiss, their earlier annoyance dissipating. When he pulled away, Wade wiggled his eyebrows again. “See? Told ya it’d be worth it.”

Y/n smiled, their cheeks flushed—not just from the fever. “Okay, maybe it was,” they admitted, leaning back against the pillows.

Wade beamed, pulling the blanket up around them snugly. “Alright, you rest up. Doctor Wade prescribes plenty of fluids, a lot of cuddles, and maybe some more of those kisses—strictly for medicinal purposes, of course.”

Y/n chuckled, closing their eyes as they felt the exhaustion beginning to pull them under. “Thanks, Wade,” they murmured.

“Anything for you, babe,” Wade replied, his voice softening as he brushed a gloved hand through their hair. He stayed by their side, watching over them protectively as they drifted off to sleep, his heart swelling with love for the person who somehow made his chaotic life feel a little more complete.

—-

“Alright, so once upon a time, there was a super sexy mercenary named Wade, and his equally sexy partner, who was sick in bed,” Wade began, sitting cross-legged beside y/n, holding a comic book as if it were a storybook. He cleared his throat dramatically, flipping open the comic book and pretending to read. “And Wade, being the hero he is, fought off the evil Fever Monster with nothing but his charm, rugged good looks, and the most amazing butt in all the land.”

Y/n laughed, though the laugh quickly turned into a cough. Wade immediately shifted closer, patting their back gently. “Hey, hey, careful there. The story’s supposed to heal you, not kill you,” he said, his voice softening. He paused until y/n caught their breath, then continued with renewed enthusiasm.

“So, where was I? Oh, right—the super sexy mercenary. So, Wade, with his trusty sidekick Blanket Burrito—you, by the way—decided to venture into the treacherous land of Sickville.” He waved his hand dramatically, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “It was a terrible place, filled with snotty tissues, terrible coughs, and the worst of all… bitter cough syrup.”

Y/n smiled, resting their head back on the pillow as they watched Wade with tired but amused eyes. “Did they make it out?” they asked, playing along.

“Did they make it out?” Wade repeated, looking appalled. “Of course they did! Not only did they make it out, but they did it in style. Wade distracted the Fever Monster by showing off his amazing dance moves.” He wiggled his hips for emphasis, causing y/n to let out another chuckle. “And Blanket Burrito used their secret weapon—being absolutely adorable. The Fever Monster didn’t stand a chance.”

Wade flipped the comic book page dramatically, even though it was blank. “And then, after a lot of cuddles and some truly heroic soup-making attempts, they defeated the Fever Monster and lived happily ever after, cuddled up in bed with Wade never leaving their side.” He closed the comic book with a flourish, bowing his head toward y/n.

Y/n smiled, their eyes beginning to droop as exhaustion set in. “Sounds like a good ending,” they murmured, their voice barely audible.

Wade’s expression softened behind the mask. He reached over, gently brushing a few strands of hair away from their forehead. “The best ending,” he whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to their temple. “And, spoiler alert, there’s a sequel. It involves more cuddles, more ridiculous stories, and a very stubborn mercenary who refuses to leave your side.”

Y/n closed their eyes, their lips curving into a small smile. “Can’t wait,” they whispered, already drifting off.

Wade settled down beside them, his voice dropping to a low, comforting murmur. “Sleep tight, my love. I’ll be right here, ready to fight off any more Fever Monsters that try to mess with you. You’re stuck with me, y/n.”

——

Wade burst into the bedroom, music blasting from his phone. “I heard the best cure for a fever is… a dance party!” He started doing his best (or worst) dance moves, flailing his arms and shaking his hips. Y/n watched from the bed, trying not to laugh too hard, but the ridiculous sight of Wade’s limbs moving in ways that should defy physics was too much. “Wade, you’re ridiculous,” they muttered, but they couldn’t help the smile spreading across their face.

He spun around dramatically, pointing both fingers at y/n. “C’mon, you know you wanna join me. I’m breaking out all my best moves—look, it’s the sprinkler!” He mimicked a sprinkler, spinning in slow, exaggerated circles. Y/n shook their head, their voice still hoarse. “Maybe when I’m not dying of a fever.”

Wade pouted, stopping his sprinkler dance. “Aw, but you look like you’re already feeling better! Just a little shimmy?” He hopped onto the bed, careful not to jostle them too much. “Fine, fine, I’ll just dance for both of us.” He turned the music up a little, starting to moonwalk across the bed, his socks sliding comically over the blanket.

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh, their eyes watering slightly from the effort. Wade looked over at them, his face lighting up at the sound. “There it is! Laughter—nature’s best medicine. Right after dance parties and questionable amounts of orange juice, of course.” He flopped down next to them, still bopping his head to the beat of the music.

“You’re impossible,” y/n murmured, shaking their head, but their smile remained.

Wade grinned, leaning closer. “Impossible is my middle name. Well, technically, it’s Winston, but let’s not get into that right now.” He wrapped an arm around y/n, pulling them gently against his side. “You know, you could just sit here and let me do all the work. You get all the fun of a dance party without the sweating part.”

Y/n snuggled against him, their body feeling heavy with exhaustion but comforted by his warmth. “Thanks, Wade,” they whispered, their eyelids growing heavier.

“Anything for you, my sick little dance partner,” Wade whispered back, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of their head. He reached over to turn the volume down, the music fading into the background as he settled in beside them. “Rest up, babe. We’ll have a proper dance-off when you’re feeling better. Spoiler alert: I’m totally winning.”

And as Wade quietly hummed along to the fading music, they felt the warmth of his love and care surround them, making even the fever seem a little less daunting.

As the day came to an end, y/n lay back against the pillows, feeling drained but grateful. Wade was sitting on the edge of the bed, his mask pulled halfway up, feeding them spoonfuls of ice cream. The cold sweetness helped soothe their sore throat, and the warmth of Wade’s presence made everything feel a little more bearable.

“You know, you’re pretty good at this whole taking-care-of-me thing,” y/n said, their voice still raspy but filled with affection. Wade’s eyes crinkled as he smiled, a glimmer of tenderness shining through his usual bravado.

“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it. I’m still a badass mercenary. But for you, I guess I can be a nurse every now and then.” He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to their forehead, his lips lingering for a moment longer than usual. “Love you, even when you’re all gross and sick.”

Y/n chuckled weakly, their eyes fluttering closed as they savored the simple, intimate moment. “Love you too, Wade,” they whispered, their voice barely audible.

Wade shifted closer, placing the empty ice cream cup on the nightstand before wrapping an arm around y/n, pulling them gently into his side. “You know, you’re kind of ruining my reputation,” he murmured, his tone playful. “If anyone finds out that I’m capable of this much mushy, lovey-dovey stuff, I’ll be out of the mercenary business in no time.”

Y/n snuggled into his warmth, a small smile playing on their lips. “Your secret’s safe with me,” they muttered sleepily.

“Good,” Wade replied, resting his chin on top of their head. He could feel the rise and fall of their breathing as they started to drift off, the steady rhythm bringing him a sense of peace he rarely experienced.

He looked down at y/n, his heart swelling with love and protectiveness. “You just focus on getting better, okay?” he whispered, his voice losing some of its usual playfulness. “I’ve got you. Always.”

Y/n gave a small nod, already half-asleep. “Always,” they echoed softly, their voice a mere whisper.

Wade stayed there, holding them close as the room grew quiet. The only sounds were the gentle hum of the heater and the occasional rustle of the blankets as y/n shifted in their sleep. He watched over them, his heart full, feeling more content than he ever thought possible.

“Sleep tight, my love,” he whispered, pressing another kiss to their forehead before settling in beside them. The chaos of the world outside didn’t matter, not when he had this—these quiet moments with the person he loved more than anything.

And as the night wore on, Wade stayed right there, his arm wrapped protectively around y/n, ready to fight off any fever monsters or bad dreams that dared to come their way. For now, all that mattered was that they were together, safe and sound in each other’s arms.

[cartoonghosts]

not vibing i feel like my depression has been sneaking up on me like I thought I was good for so long and this isn't even sudden and I'm genuinely considering death I don't know what's going in, I'm enjoying life and things are good but fuck I don't want to do this anymore. The trees aren't as beautiful as they used to be. I think it's ending.

[e-adlirez]

Treasure Seekers 2 go brrrrr

So this sequel... exists :D

Welcome to the second entry in the Treasure Seekers trilogy that I'm gonna ramble about for the next six hours (in me time, in you time it's probably gonna be like thirty minutes or less), if you wanna read it yourself before reading this ramble, here's an Archive copy. Otherwise, enjoy the ride :D

So our story begins with the Thea Sisters locked in a basement in the dark, with Russia's penchant for matches (and the basement's lack of a smoke alarm) coming in clutch. Seems like another vacation's gone awry for them :3 How could it have possibly turned out this way?

Flashback: so the girls are vibing in Moscow, visiting all the cool sights and all that, Pam is wanting to try some Russian cuisine, when they spot this girl that's wearing what appears to be a barrette that used to belong to Aurora's sister Hannah Lane. They follow her a bit, find a THUG JUMPSCARE, follow the girl, Cassidy and co into the building they're heading into, and oh dear door with passcode is in the way. They find this dood Sergei, explain to him the situation, deal with him being like "who is u, and wth are you on about mate" until they hear a scream and oh dear turns out that girl with the barrette is Sergei's sister Irina and she's in trouble.

Sergei opens the door, they go in, walk in on Cassidy, Stan and Max (who I will from now call SM for simplicity) doing their whole thug jumpscare thing and kidnapping Irina in 4K. SM somehow rolls a high enough strength roll (or the girls roll a low enough initiative) that two roughly intimidating guys successfully trap six people into a basement without breaking a sweat get yourself some self-defense classes girls oml, and that's the end of that.

Luke's up to his shenanigans again, and it seems that he's targeted Irina Lenenko for the same reason the girls double-taked at the sight of her barrette: Irina (and Sergei in conjunction) is a descendant of Hannah Lane, and Hannah Lane may or may not have known a thing or two about one of the seven treasures. It's such a shame tho that Irina doesn't wanna spill any of the tea. What's this about a "queen's jewel"?

Oh also Luke has Aurora's third diary. I would like you to pay attention to this detail in particular. Oh and he's keeping Irina ratgrabbed until she tells them what he wants to know from her. Oh naur

Meanwhile the girls infodump all of the TS 1 LANE LOORRREEEE to Sergei in one whole sitting and finally manage to get around to "what the hell does this have to do with my sister". Sergei thinks it's not really possible for Irina to know anything about great-grandma Hannah's involvement with Aurora, but Irina's still in trouble soooo time to solve this nerdy-ass science trivia keypad puzzle to get outa the basement. Irina's nowhere to be found in the lab itself, so they regroup at Sergei's place to use his phone tracker app on his computer.

Bad news, SM dumped Irina's phone somewhere in the lab so the tracker app is useless; good news, while looking for some Lane Lore™ to get some context about the situation, the girls find some Lane Lore™ :D

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Turns out Aurora was looking for one of the seven treasures again, y'know just updating her sister on that, who'd moved to Saint Petersburg with her husband Ivan.

Seems like Aurora's quest at the time involved "the queen's jewel", which Aurora said she was 1000% down to ramble about to Hannah, maybe when she's done finding all seven treasures and hiding them from Jan.

I would like to take this moment to remind you that Aurora is a British Amelia Earhart, and if you dunno what that means, look up what Earhart was famous for and then look at this with that given context :']

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With that lead, the girls plus Sergei take a ride on presumably the Krasnaya Strela night train to Saint Petersburg, read some Lane Lore on the way, Peter-Griffin upon realizing that they spent the whole night reading AO3 fanfics Aurora's diaries and it's like 2AM now, land in Saint Petersburg, stop by Nevsky Prospekt Street to have some breakfast (I think they went to Venezia?), and discussion.

(For the rest of this review, please assume when I say "the girls", I'm including Sergei because Sergei tags along with them and helps them out in their entire journey. It's okay, Sergei may be biologically male but he is an honorary female in our hearts /j)

Aurora mentioned the queen's jewel in her diary, and when you're in Russia, the first queen that comes to mind is Catherine II, so maybe something relating to her? Some Lane Lore of Aurora taking interest in Catherine II's Amber Room in her palace specifically confirms their theories, sooooooooo it's time to go to the Amber Room to see if Aurora left any clu--

The girls are about to walk out of the Catherine Palace to Peter Griffin in private when SM JUMPSCARE--

So SM is stalkin' around the Catherine Palace looking for something, so the girls stalk them back and follow them out of the palace, into a car (the girls called a separate taxi to follow them), and to a little gray building in the outskirts of the city. They don't follow SM into the building because it might be dangerous, but Irina's scarf lying around near the premises confirms that Irina was in fact there and possibly being held hostage in the building.

The girls do a little tactic I like to call "the Ding Dong Ditch": Pam and Nicky knock on the door, SM answers it, do a little Metal Gear exclamation point "HOW DID YOU GET HERE", Nicky and Pam book it so SM chases them, and that's literally how the other girls plus Sergei sneak into the building to get Irina out. (You dunno how badly I wanted to make a videogame reference for this but I couldn't find anything so here we are--)

With that, the girls plus the Lenenko siblings book it outa there without SM being none the wiser (seriously it doesn't even cross their mind that there are more than two Thea Sisters, that's how dum they are). Irina books a hotel room at a friend's place and gives them some extra Lane Lore that she never told Klawitz despite the interrogations:

Hannah Lane was once visited by Aurora unexpectedly, a little after Hannah and her husband moved to a house near the Ob River, in Siberia. Possible lead :3c? The girls think maybe, so they decide to head on over to the exact address in Novosibirsk, Siberia.

In Siberia, the girls cross the frozen Ob River in Novosibirsk to this abandoned little house, where they find this little note with a riddle that talks about Cleopatra and an emerald she had at one point, and CASSIDY JUMPSCARE--

Cassidy busts in, snatches the note and books it away on her snowmobile before the girls can even react. You may be wondering, how the hell did Cassidy get there and know where they were? The answer is the same as the reason behind the SM jumpscares in Russia and in book 1, and that is Luke.

Luke Von Klawitz is doing a little segment that I like to call: Luke Touch Grass, where it becomes increasingly clear that Luke's spent way too much time on 4Chan (/j but you'll see what I mean). Luke hears about SM's failure and facepalms. Then he calls his friend Petrovski, who has access to the database of all of Russia's airports, for help tracking down "six mice leaving Saint Petersburg". Petrovski gives him results in minutes: the girls and Sergei are leaving Saint Petersburg and heading for Novosibirsk, Siberia (most likely Tolmachevo Airport). With that intel, Klawitz looks into his own database of Aurora Beatrix Lane, finds a picture of Hannah and Aurora together, and uses his own version of Google Lens to figure out the exact coordinates where the picture was taken, which happens to be in Novosibirsk, Siberia.

No this man does not in fact canonically touch grass on the regular, who's asking

Anyway so he sent Cassidy the coords, instructions and Aurora's diary to go, and that's how Cassidy walked in on the girls in that little abandoned hut next to Ob River. Only thing is uh, she dropped her purse on the way out. A purse that just so happened to contain Aurora's diary that Luke gave her.

So the girls scoop that puppy up and assume that the treasure is Cleopatra's emerald, thus they think it's in Egypt.

So the girls go to Egypt :D (29 and a half hour flight there good god no wonder they conked out in the plane--)

The girls read some Lane Lore, something about Aurora finding the treasure and hiding it somewhere in a desert, in an "expanse pure and white" that a star compass will lead to. First thing the girls think of at the desert bit is the White Desert (Sahara el Beyda), specifically a spot near Cleopatra's pool, so they leave the airport (not realizing Cassidy is following them now) and head over to a market to buy some supplies because might I remind you, they initially went to Moscow, Russia for vacation.

While in the market, Pam meets a guy named Omar. Pam tells him a little bit about them going to Cleopatra's pool in Sahara el Beyda, and she finds out that Omar just so happens to be an Archaeology major in Oxford University who's here on his summer vacation and works as a guide for Sahara el Beyda, and is more than down to give the girls a tour. Talk about lucky :D

The next day the girls take the scenic route and after a while make it to Siwa, where Omar books a room in a hotel for them, and the girls find this interesting myth there about Cleopatra that I will summarize here:

Cleopatra was once given a jewel that maxes out the owner's rizz and the effect is supposedly indefinite. Cleopatra liked the jewel so much that she wore it on her crown at all times... until she grew a bit self-conscious about the gem's maxxed rizz effect and how everyone kept eyeing the emerald a second too long for comfort, so she decided to hide away said rizz in a spot where none of her rivals could get to it. Oh and uh Cleopatra wrote up a dedication to Ra that's hella cryptic too.

One long rest later, the girls go to Cleopatra's pool on a donkey cart. Yes, a donkey cart. It was Omar's idea. Speaking of Omar, prepare yourself buddy because the girls have dubiously decided to give you some Lane Lore to chew on. O-oh you like it a lot. A lot a lot. Well okay cool, maybe you can help out, cool.

The girls manage to figure out the riddle in Cleopatra's dedication, find a little stone coffer that has the queen's treasure and-- SM JUMPSCARE

With a donkey as the girls' only escape method and Omar having suddenly disappeared, a scuffle ensues where the girls play hot potato with the box until SM gets their hands on it and opens it, and here we get a very accurate depiction of what SM and the girls found in the box once it was actually opened.

Description: a hand made of salt shaped in an upside-down "ok" symbol, circa 1920s-30s.

The sheer whiplash of this leaves both sides of the conflict losing enough HP that they're all on red-- SM is blaming the girls for this (how dare >:[) and dip. Omar is gone, and all the girls get as compensation is the empty box and a letter from Aurora telling them that they'll know to read the hidden clues. The girls head back feeling very hollow and dead inside, and this is the one time one of the girls questions how the hell did SM know they were at Siwa. I mean they never get any answer to this (kinda), but it is a milestone! They're aware of it now!

Once they get back to Cairo, they ask around and find that Omar's completely up and vanished, and they decide they'll just head back to Moscow since their investigation has come to a dead end. On the way, Pam comments about the falafel she bought being hella salty, which leads Violet to an epiphany that hey, the Sahara isn't the only desert that exists, let alone the only desert known for how white it is (like how Boracay Beach is known for how white and fine its sand is, but it's not the only white sand beach that exists). A quick Google search (and a long flight (35 HOURS CAIRO TO SUCRE???)) leads them to the Salar de Uyuni in Bolivia.

Nicky reserves a room for them at Hotel Luna Salada (a real place you can book a stay at actually :D), and they make a friend by the name of Adriana, a local waitress in the hotel restaurant. Adriana helps them pick out a dessert, fills them in on some stuff about the Salar since the girls came here 100% out of impulse, and talks about possible itinerary locations to go to, like the Isla de Pescado, Tiwanaku (the "Gate of the Sun"), Lake Titiaca, and Laguna Colorada. Y'know, typical tourist stuff, and Adriana was so kind to show them pictures she took when she visited said places herself! :D

Anyway so while the girls long rest, Luke is mulling about in his base waiting for updates. Someone calls him about the whole Egypt thing, and Luke calls the girls incompetent? Rude, oh and something about the caller being Luke's "secret weapon". Cassidy calls him on a theory she has about the gemstone being in Cleopatra's palace, and since the girls are currently long-resting (which means they aren't doing anything), Luke figures that a little diving trip in Alexandria to search for the gem with Cassidy won't hurt. Besides, he still has his secret weapon.

Oh yeah and he knows the girls are long resting because he has a drone in Bolivia spying on them and showing him their every move. Touch grass, Luke. No, going on a diving trip in Alexandria doesn't count, there's barely any grass there /j

Morning comes in Bolivia, and the girls head out early to search the Salar as much as they can. They look around the flat white desert, eat some late breakfast, toy around with forced perspective camera shenanigans for a bit, and read up on some LANE LOOORREEEEE

So Aurora's been to Pumapunku and Tiwanaku which is cool, she paid a visit to the archaeological site probably and that's really cool. She says something about hiding the queen's treasure in a fish's stomach covered in very fine thorns. Sergei ends up having an epiphany, and that leads the girls to Isla de Pescado, which just so happens to be "Fish Island" in Spanish, and has cacti on it, it's all coming together :D

Oh and the fish drawing Aurora made is coords to the treasure seemingly so that's cool-- OMAR JUMPSCARE

The girls are very surprised to find Omar joining them, and Omar explains that he booked it when SM came over and lost his cellphone as a result. However, he managed to figure out that Aurora's riddle was about salt and not sand, and decided to head on over to Bolivia since he assumed that's where the girls are going. How did he find them? It was just out of pure coincidence, and also the fact that the girls are extremely recognizable. Hm.

Anyway, Paulina plugs the coordinates into her GPS and leads the girls plus Omar to a little cave at the bottom of a little embankment. The girls find that, lo and behold, there's an old tin box containing a bright green emerald!

Meanwhile Luke is not finding anything in Alexandria haha L, LVK L get dunked on Luke, Cassidy girlie that's not a man to simp for find someone else gurl-- oh dear Luke is alerted that the treasure has been found and now he's planning on heading over to Bolivia? Now how could he possibly know that?

In the meantime, I dunno what's up in the air or if it's the Archaeology major speaking in him but Omar's really invested in this treasure, even more so than the girls to the degree that the girls are a little freaked out by it-- RHEA JUMPSCARE-- Paulina calms the big bord down and gets it to not trample Omar please, he's still a friend of theirs. Colette picks up this blue notebook Omar seems to have dropped.

The girls plus Omar head back to the SUVs, and Omar is really trying to persuade the girls that he should bring it back to Cairo. The girls are not jazzed at the idea because Omar bringing it back alone will be too unsafe, y'know with Luke and Cassidy and SM and all. They gotta think about this rationally-- WHOA OKAY OMAR calm your man tits buddy why are you demanding they trust you like you automatically deserve your trust-- ohh that's how Klawitz has known about the girls' whereabouts, Omar was working as a double agent.

So yeah Omar snatches the box from Colette and drives off in his SUV, leaving the girls in the dust. The girls freak out and are feeling that EMOTIONAL DAMAGE, but Colette for some reason is very calm about Omar booking it with the emerald. And that's because SHE HAS IT :D she did a lil' switcheroo so now the emerald's with her while the box is with Omar.

For context about how Colette knew about this, remember the blue notebook Omar dropped? Yeah that notebook was a company LVK notebook, straight from Luke himself. Then after Colette saw it, everything about Omar became incredibly sus, so she performed this precautionary measure.

So now the girls talk to the local authorities about how the whole thing with the emerald is gonna go down, and soon the girls are waiting for a plane back to Moscow.

As for Omar, well, he goes over to Luke's super-fancy hotel in La Paz, Bolivia, and he hands the box to Luke, explicitly stating that he decided he'd let Luke open it before he himself can appreciate it.

Luke opens the box, and here we see an accurate depiction of what Luke sees.

Description: an upside-down "ok" symbol drawn in strawberry pink lip balm, signed Colette [insert last name], circa 2018.

Luke punts the box (prolly with the lip balm still inside it) into the swimming pool, tells Omar to get out, and that's the end of that. Haha Omar L Luke L

The girls head back to Moscow to drop Sergei off when SURPRISE PARTY BY IRINA'S SQUAD :DDD

Then the girls are about to return to Whale Island to presumably Peter Griffin in their dorms, when Colette suggests they make a journal a la Aurora Beatrix Lane, and they do. In a pink notebook because it was Colette's idea so we might as well give her that

And they take a black-and-white group picture of them wearing adventurer clothes like Aurora would've done. The brainrot is real, these girls are mentally ill /j

And that's the book :D

... Honestly it's the most meh out of the trilogy besides the big-brain bits in the middle and the end imo

The writing was so much more stilted in this one, even for Scholastic standards, and everything feels pretty..... kid's book. Even more so than the usual in the book's English translations. I do readings for the books in some of my Discords, and this book did not read well at aaallll. And I haven't even mentioned the typos in the book (they're not a lot, but they exist, and they're kinda egregious :D) and some grammar errors if I'm remembering things correctly. It might just be a translation thing-- I worry a bit for the translator who had to put this together.

Luke's character here is also kinda wonk? For one we see him directly contradict his anti-friendship spiel in TS 1 since he literally greets Petrovski like a friend (maybe it's a "friendship doesn't exist except in 4Chan" thing, I dunno). Then in the middle of the book, he gets... very Disney villain-y. The most egregious example here is the chapter "Lurking in the Shadows", where as you can see

I am confusion?? Luke has been described as a to-the-point brat who hardly cares for the means to his end (unless it will impact his ability to achieve the end) and is so fixated on his goal that he doesn't touch grass. Is this not-touching-grass behavior? Yeah, definitely, but this??? This is too Disney villain???? Why does the man break into an evil cackle in front of Cassidy???? I understood it in book 1 because man thinks he's doing a "You may think you have outsmarted me but I have OUTSMARTED YOUR OUTSMARTING", but this one?? Maybe it's my personal taste, but it's too cartoonish and too... deviated from what we know of him up to this point.

ALSO TWIRLING HIS MUSTACHE? WHAT MUSTACHE IS HE TWIRLING THAT THING IS NOT TWIRL-ABLE

Also time to address the one big plot hole in this book: Aurora's diary.

So in this book there's only one diary, which is infinitely simpler than the two we got in the first book. This diary supposedly contains Aurora's records of her mission in hiding Cleopatra's Rizzmerald, and the details are supposedly vague enough that Luke felt the need to kidnap and interrogate Irina, a Hannah Lane descendant, to fill in the blanks. However, when you look at the contents of the diary itself (which lord knows how many times Luke himself has looked through it), there's hardly any blanks that need to be filled, at least if you're Luke.

The diary itself is mostly in the background-- like I said, not as much Lane Lore here as the previous book, the girls mostly rely on Aurora's letters to Hannah here-- but there's one specific entry the girls read in the latter half of the book that explicitly mentions Pumapunku and Tiwanaku, and how Aurora is there for her mission to hide the emerald. Complete with coordinates hidden in a little drawing! My one question I have for Luke is, why didn't he go straight to Bolivia and started searching there? Why did he go through all the effort of kidnapping Irina, tailing the girls around Sahara el Beyda, letting SM fall for the salt replica gambit, left his base to touch grass and go on a dive with Cassidy in Egypt; all if he could've just gone straight to Bolivia to look for the treasure there? Sure, Aurora did a good job hiding the coordinates in the fish doodle, but someone as observant and as obsessed about the outcome instead of the journey like Luke would rather have sidestepped all the Aurora shenanigans and beelined straight to the goal if he was able to.

Luke hardly has an excuse here because he owned the diary at the start of the book, and most definitely read through it many times (and we know he's the type to do this, see TS 1). The plot hole is plot hole-ing, it seems :/

Maybe it was just an excuse for the girls to get a giant glowing arrow pointing in the direction of the treasure? It certainly feels like it.

Anyway, the things that carry this book and made it memorable when I first read it (and allowed me to ignore the iffy bits) are the gottems and Omar as a character. Aurora setting up a salt replica of the Rizzmerald as a gottem in a time capsule, only to be opened almost a hundred years later to still be as potent as intended when it was made so long ago? That is amazing, like c'mon, pure comedy material.

Even funnier is Colette doing the exact same thing, only with her lip balm. Luke is quaking in his bougie-ass leather boots.

Now for Omar. This may be a hot take of mine here, but Omar's sus-ness is actually at a decent level compared to the girls and what they usually deal with. On one hand, Omar is incredibly suspicious with how incredibly lucky the girls are to find an Archaeology Oxford major working as a Sahara el Beyda tour guide; but on the other hand, the girls had almost the exact same situation with Diego in Mexico (I didn't mention him in the first review, but he came in clutch in TS 1).

The girls met Diego in Merida, Mexico, and he helped them with their research into "the invisible place", which happened to be Uxmal, along the Puuc Route. Diego also just so happened to be a tour-guide-in-training for the Puuc Route, which was the place the girls just so happened to need to go to find Aurora's second journal.

In comparison, the girls meet Omar in Khan El-Khalili while they were looking for supplies for their trip to the Siwa Oasis. It comes up in conversation that the girls are headed to Siwa, and Omar just so happened to be a tour guide for Sahara el Beyda, which was where the Siwa Oasis is, and it just so happened to be where the girls needed to go. When you stack them up together, it made perfect sense that the girls thought they could trust him-- Diego didn't know much about their trip and helped them the best he could (which was a lot), so why wouldn't Omar do the same? He's an Oxford Archaeology major, too, for crying out loud, the girls struck gold in the end!

Gold that was too shiny and too good to be true. Gold that was, in the end, nothing more than pyrite, fool's gold.

Omar is a good case for why you should be careful with who you trust, and when you should start thinking a little bit when you're getting a little too lucky with the people you meet. When the girls got to know him a little more and decided to trust him and tell him the deal with their trip, he got way invested in the gem-- too invested to not be a little bit suspicious. Maybe the girls mistook it for his passion for his archaeology major, maybe they mistook it for something else-- but whatever the case, Omar pulled the cheesecloth over the girls' eyes and really only fell apart near the end, when his alibis and behavior started becoming more and more suspicious; and by then, Omar didn't need to be as inconspicuous, and the girls had gotten to know him too much to readily say to him "okay buddy can you kindly f%ck off, your vibes are not vibing here".

The girls probably should've been suspicious when Omar reappeared in Bolivia out of nowhere, but I guess his alibi was just good enough (and the girls at this point were probably running on adrenaline, caffeine and a brain on 70% capacity at most) to pass the Deception check.

Fr tho there were some bits where the girls should've found him sus but they didn't (him accidentally saying "I did it" when they uncovered the emerald, and also him handling the emerald the way he did), so shrugs. It could be a translation thing, but it could also be something else.

Anyway, kinda meh for a sequel, but it does have its standouts that allow it to somewhat stand on the same level as the first and third books. Kinda.

Hey, at least it's not as bad as Crystal Fairies-- that's the bar of bad-ness I'm setting. It's not as bad as Crystal Fairies and that's what matters--

Also special thanks to @ishmeowwow (it won't let me ping you for some reason bestie <:[) for making the lil' artworks haha

[suffercerebral]

me having gone to bed at 6 am every day for the past week and generally spiraling mentally while rotting in bed waking up this morning: a 4 mile hike in the heat is a really good idea right now, and while we're at it let's start like 3 art projects

[talentforlying]

one of these days i'm going to write up all that i've changed from azzarello's bullshit era and the one (1) piece i've kept from milligan (and also changed) and the only thing currently stopping me is that it is going to be so, so inside-baseball incomprehensible. and i almost never want to go reading/screencapping azzarello and milligan to add references but i Want to add references.

canon is goop, just know that we continue to ride the bus down "hellblazer ended at #250 and looks like swiss cheese before that" street.

[nebula-nonhuman]

Life is so hard and painful (in the literal sense) that I can't help but think I must have done something really awful and that the Universe/God/Some-other-higher-power is punishing me by making me live in a human body.

I'm just so sick and tired.

[floral-hex]

ayyyyyyy I set up an appointment for medication this Friday (telemedicine but whatever) and I get to see my former therapist again later this month. I’m kind of excited. More than kind of. Little sad, but I’m lonely and want to talk to someone. He’s a real cool dude. I’m a little worried to trauma dump the last 6 months on him, but whatever, it beats sitting there for an hour feeling like I’m wasting his time and struggling to think of things to say. dang dang dang, I’m excited.

[beautifel]

the way i’m truly so beyond help

[todayisafridaynight]

What type of vitamins do AraSawa take

arakawa has a mini cvs in the bathroom cabinet. very religious about taking it, definitely had masato do the same while he was growing up. prob started because of masato in the first place and just continued even after masato was out of the house tbh. you have to physically pry open sawashiro's mouth to get him to take a vitamin c fruit gummy.

[eatyourdamnpears]

“elevated ANA levels are usually markers for an autoimmune health condition!”

well, not when the rheumatologist you see is completely invalidating about it and your rheumatology blood panel comes back negative for anything!

[autisticlee]

having some sort of chronic pain and tiredness issue and joint problems and whatnot but not knowing exactly what the problem is is really good at leading you feeling like you're faking it or making a big deal out of nothing or making it up. especially if there's a good day where it's not as bad and you can walk straight without limping for the first time in a year. but then you can wake up the next day and can barely walk and wonder why you can't just walk normal. it's hard to not guilt trip yourself into dealing with pain by trying to ignore it and force yourself to walk "normal" all the time

[kenobihater]

apologies for star warsing it up in everyone's dash tonight, i can't sleep and i'm bouncing off the walls rn due to mental illness

[dreamlogic]

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