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This headache is going

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fun fact you can bend your finger in a way that hurts . follow for more tutorials

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Fic thots below the cut, nothing upsetting or anything but might not be interesting for everyone, and it's also Astarion's-relationship-with-sex headcanon territory and we all know this fandom just loves that so be warned for hot hot takes (not really)

I'm thinking of maybe like ... including a third sex scene in the fic? Like in the game there's 2 before his confession as far as I know/for my playthroughs, and one after the end to his quest (canonically, presumably there's more happening off-screen).

So the first time it's at the tief party, and they're both like ... dissociating and it's kinda meh in the moment. For Astarion it becomes more significant in hindsight, for Hira it's just another mediocre elf to add to the pile.

Then's the second time, and I think Hira's trying to actually be present, because they like Astarion just a little bit more and since he's inexplicably asking for seconds, they figure they owe it to him to at least try to make it less bad. And they succeed! It's less mechanical and perfunctory, and they put on their own "ough I'm a seductive yet sensitive tiefling who has feelings for you and you're so special" thing, which Astarion falls for because he has no concept of anything (and Hira's being extra nice because he's not really a mark of theirs), and he's like ... Wait this should suck more? Why does this feel kinda nice actually? And it's still not mindblowing trauma-ending sex, but the fact that they're so very gentle and attentive and weirdly loving is so new to him that he doesn't know what to do with it. (Nor the cuddling afterward rip in pieces)

And then I'm thinking that maybe there's a third time, in early Act 2, where Astarion gets suddenly horny and just sort of initiates without thinking, without it being something he planned beforehand, and feels terrible during and after because he's now using them for his own gain in more ways than one. Like when he sort of enjoyed himself last time, it was still in the mindset of "well I have to do this, I have to use them and if they insist on being nice, then that's their perogative." This time, it's fully just "hey, you turned me on and did a good job last time, let's have sex" and in his mind that's him using them again, but for sexual pleasure this time as well as his Simple Plan. And he doesn't know where his own desires begin and where his habits end, or why it's just them specifically, or what to do with the fact that he's kinda starting to feel things that he can't name, but this is still technically just a ruse. So right after he's like eugh ... Why did I do that? I should stop doing that, but why? My plan was supposed to work and it is working so why does it feel bad?

Idk. Does that vibe? I think it kinda vibes. I'm trying to fill in some blanks and add some angst where it feels appropriate.

AND HIRA OMG. Would have to write a separate post on their POV in this mess.

[totaldramacruisecontrol]

Last Time On Total Drama Cruise Control: Dance 'Til You're Dead! (Start Digging Your Graves!)

CHALLENGE 11: Rio De Janeiro, Brazil ______________________________________________

The streets of Rio were anything less but chaotic. Thousands of people, dressed in festival outfits, parties on the streets and floats and performers passed by. Chris is taking photos with some showgirls. The girls giggle, posing for him as they leave. Chris seems unphased, shooting them finger guns.

Chef struts out in an extravagant, feathered costume of his own.

“Oh, going all out I see?” Chris looks him up and down. “Love it.” He bites his lip.

"I knew you would." “Oh yeah! The challenge! It's a dance competition! It's going to be bracket style, whoever can wow the crowd gets to move on. The champion of the dance floor will win it all for their team!” ------------------------------------

OK! LETS GET IT! A PIT OPENS UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FESTIVAL. AND IT CALLS FOR TWO CONTESTANTS!

JO VS WAYNE "If I must." “U-Umm, okay! Dancin’s kinda like hockey…right?!”

TALK ABOUT ENERGY! JO'S BREAKDANCING GIVES THE BEAVERS THE WIN! SHE MOVES ON!

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DON'T STOP THE PARTY- BECAUSE THE PIT CALLS FOR MORE! LET'S GO! RIPPER VS LIGHTNING!

"Ready for that match, Stink-Bomb?" "Fight me, LIGHTNING." BLOWOUT! LIGHTNING TAKES THE WIN FOR THE TAPIRS! HE'S MOVING ON! ------------------------------------

LET'S KEEP THE GOOD TIMES ROLLING! ARE YOU READY FOR MORE, BECAUSE WE ARENT SLOWING DOWN! SCOTT VS HAROLD! "You aren't slaying enough, LOSER." “YEA WELL- FUCK, shit. Fuck”

WHOA! WELL, AS THEY SAY: IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE HEAT GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN! HAROLD WINS IT FOR THE BEAVERS, HE MOVES ON!

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DON'T STOP NOW! WE ARE ONLY GETTING STARTED!

NEXT UP, ALEJANDRO VS BRICK! LET'S GO!

"Let us dance, Alejandro." "I'm not dancing with you."

OW! TALK ABOUT A FLOP! ALEJANDRO TAKES THE WIN, HE MOVES ON! HOT HOT HOT! OR IN BRICK'S CASE! NOT!

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ANYWAYS! LET'S KEEP THE PARTY JUMPING! COURTNEY VS AMY! THE FLOOR CALLS YOU! "I’m gonna destroy that white girl!"

Ough……eugh…..the crowd mutters to themselves…..hmm…..party foul…. COURTNEY WINS! SHE'S MOVING ON!

------------------------------------ PLEASE. SOMEONE GOD PUMP UP THIS PARTY! LET'S GO! RAJ VS MK! “Hi, MK!” RIGHT NOW, IT'S A TOTAL BEAVER DOMINATION! MK WINS! BUT REMEMBER, THIS IS BY BRACKET! ANYTHING GOES! ------------------------------------

THE DANCE FLOOR IS GOING GETTING HOTTER, LETS KEEP IT GOING!

JO VS LIGHTNING! "You and me, Ex-Teammate!" "Let's get this fucking shit over with." OOOOHHHHH! AND SHES OUT! LIGHTNING IS MOVING ON TO THE FINALS! ------------------------------------

ALRIGHT! LETS GO, BEAVER VS BEAVER!

MK VS HAROLD! "Good luck, Ashley!" "You too, Harry." IN A BEAVER VS BEAVER FIGHT, ONLY ONE CAN LEAVE THE FLOOR ALIVE, AND ITS MK! SHE'S MOVING ON! ------------------------------------ NOW TIME FOR THE BIG ONE, TWO FIREY SOULS MEET IN THE PIT, STEP BACK, BECAUSE THINGS MIGHT GET H O T! ALEJANDRO VS COURTNEY! “Alejandro, care to tango? "Of course. Let us dance. Just the two of us." He leans, and plants a kiss on her cheek. "Just for you," He whispers out. “Wh— Wh—! He KISSED me! THAT’S CHEATING!” OOOHHHHH! AND ALEJANDRO TAKES THE WIN! HE'S MOVING ON! ------------------------------------

OK! THE FINALS! LIGHTNING VS ALEJANDRO VS MK! THATS RIGHT! ITS AN ALL-OUT ATTACK! ONE TO RULE THEM ALL AS THE DANCEFLOOR CHAMPION! ...

THE CROWD HAS CHOSEN THE DANCE FLOOR CHAMPION, AND WITH A MASSIVE ROAR, MK IS PICKED UP! MK WINS! BEAVER SWEEP! THE CROWD THROWS FLOWERS, BEADS AND CONFETTI! SHE IS EVEN GIVEN A CROWN, WHICH IS PLACED ON HER BEANIE! ------------------------------------

ELIMINATION:

"So…you might be wondering why I stopped…." "...that's because it's a tie. Scott and Raj....honestly, I would've booted you both off." "...but this is more fun." Chris holds up a single, shiny coin.

"Ok. Heads for Raj. Tails for Scott." Chris flips...and it lands on his wrist. He slaps it, covering the coin. He waits...

"….." "……Heads. Scott, your party ends here. Sorry man."

“Scott! W-W-Wait!!!” Wayne hands the handmade harpoon to Scott, tears still on his face. “T-T-Take this…p-please, be safe out there…! I made it for you, like I promised…”

It was Scott who was served the Mocktail of Misery and walked the Plank of Shame.

Well.. this is it. "I'm done?" He has to drop…. No more time left. "I can't believe I lost to a game of LUCK." He turns towards Wayne, seeing the weapon he acquired. "Give me the fucking harpoon, Waynker." He takes the harpoon from his hands. and looks to the edge. There's nothing... No Fang. Nothing. He hears the cries of his allies. His partners, he can't help but feel a tear well up for them... "I um. I love you both too." He looks down again, no more time left. "I...mm…" You have to jump, Scott. That's the rules. "Here goes nothing..." Plop.

>Courtney tells Raj that if Scott’s death would be his fault, thinking that there's a chance that Fang could get him after he jumped off the plank. >Ripper speaks to Courtney, who informs him of the fact she thinks Scott is dead and thought the hockey bros were celebrating that fact when they got emotional almost losing each other. >The Sea Tails (Alejandro, Ripper, Wayne, Raj, and new member Amy) break things in a junkyard to let off steam. Raj and Wayne find out that Courtney thinks they were celebrating from Ripper, and it makes them angry. They all set a car on fire and leave it there. >After insulting each other's partners, Brick and Ripper find themselves in a massive physical altercation at the bar. Blood, broken glass, the lot of it. >Brick leaves and trashes the Tapir boy's cabin, breaking the hockey bros' stuff. Wayne and Courtney get angry start yelling. Raj is panicking. > The hockey bros & Lightning form a bond while drinking apple juice together. >Alejandro, Jo, and Amy get crossfaded and gossip about Zoey. >Jo, Amy, and Harold watch Hamilton together. >Amy gives Harold the worst possible haircut.

Courtney, Brick, Wayne, and Ripper are all called into the Captain's Quarters for a talk from Chris himself. ------------------------------------

"One thing about producing a show is every fight, every little thing broken down to a glass needs to be recorded. For liability and insurance purposes. Oh, do you also know I need to get specialty cleaners to clean up all the blood in the bar? Hm?" Chris doesn't waste money on stupid things like that. But they don't need to know this. "Anyways. One way or another, all four of you are involved in this. I don't care how much, or who did what. In my eyes everyone here is guilty. So everyone is getting the same punishment. Chef, you know. The funny thing about this is how this alllllll happened over relationship drama." "You know Courtney, you of all people should know how these TV relationships work in the end. I bet a month after this show, all of you will be miserable, miserable exes. Like seriously, Ripper and Wayne? First, ew. Second. ew. I bet you think after winning the million you two will build a little love nest and buy a ice rink made of ice cream to fart around on. It's honestly kind of adorable that you two think you both are capable of anything deeper than the equivalent of two high schoolers hacking spitballs at each other." "And Courtney? Trying again with the reality TV love? At least Duncan was interesting. At least he made you something more than a whiny pain in my ass. And then you had to date...Brick? Honestly if I were you, I would've taken Jo or Scott and ran. What does Brick bring to the table? A wet bed and tears? Maybe you should drop him back at boot camp and try again." "Anyways. I'm not getting paid to lecture you about your poor decisions. I'm here to punish you. I want all four of you to write a 10-page essay on what you hate about your partner. Oh, and don't be slick and write "Oh, nothing," because Chef and I will be looking over them. Ripper and Brick will be locked in one rec room, Wayne and Courtney in the other. No visitors, no drinks, and no nothing until it's done. Can't think of something to write? Ask your little study buddy, they probably have a thing or two. Oh. And you aren't allowed to leave until it's done, and you will turn away anyone who tries to talk to you and you are not allowed to say why. Raj and Jo will have to survive a little bit without you." ------------------------------------

Oh? What's this?

Chris looks at the compass. It's…spinning wildly.

"Uh Chef…..where are we again?"

Chef looks at the map. "We just came from Brazil, we're supposed to be going to…"

He squints.

"I think we got a little off track."

The compass spins faster. And faster. And faster. Faster and faster and faster until-

It breaks. The whole cruise boat...it's swaying. No, It's trembling. The whole boat is trembling.

"Chef. Where are we."

"…The Bermuda Triangle."

SUDDENLY. EVERY ALARM ON THE BOAT IS GOING OFF. FIRE ALARMS, SOS, EVERY SIREN IS BLARING AND FLASHING!

In the night, you see something dart by as the alarms blare. You can't even hear anybody around you! Every phone, clock, and watch is flashing, ringing, and acting up. The boat rocks back and forth, more turbulent than it's ever been before. A few waves splash up onto the boat, wetting the floor beneath you.

"EVERYONE! GRAB A WEAPON!"

Chris sounds frantic, you can heard noises, muffled yelling and.....something you have never heard before.

"THIS IS NOT A CHALLENGE! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!" "FORGET THE TEAMS, FORGET THE GAME! IT'S COMING-" the intercom cuts out! A HOARD OF TINY ALIENS SURROUND EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU. THEY ARE CLIMBING UP YOUR LEGS, PULLING AT YOUR HAIR, THEY ARE EVERYWHERE! THE WAVE IS RELENTLESS. THE MORE YOU KILL THE MORE APPEAR. GREEN GOO IS PAINTED ALL OVER.

Suddenly, a large spaceship appears over the boat. It opens, and a wicked beam of blinding light shines down. Chris looks at it in absolute horror. "They want someone! They want a human, dude!"

Chris rips the alien on his head off himself, stepping on it like a bug. "RUNNNNNNNN!!!!!!"

The aliens are grabbing whoever they can get their tiny, slimy hands on. Its relentless, the spaceship hums louder and louder

Chris is standing in front of the UFO, the light so strong his hair is blown back. He blinks, he notices that the aliens, they have him! He is being dragged closer and closer to the light. "N-no! Get off me! GET OFF ME! CHEF! HELP ME!" Chef rushes over to grab Chris, tossing him at the wall. The spaceship hums even louder, the light is so hot....so bright! "NO NO!!!!! TAKE HIM!" Chris in a flash grabs the first person he sees. Ripper. "SCREW YOU, CHRIS! YOU DID THIS TO ME!"

Ripper is sucked up into the ship, the second he's out of sight, the UFO closes, and it zips off like a shooting star.

...a single crumbled up piece of paper flutters down in his place.

Ripper is…nowhere in sight. ------------------------------------

> Ripper is abducted by aliens! >Alejandro, Amy, MK, and Jo immediately going to the bar to drink afterwards. >MK teaches them how to shuffle. >Wayne and Raj are a horrible mess and they're putting a bunch of corn on the bow for Ripper, thinking the aliens will notice it. Because aliens like corn, clearly. >Raj and Lightning attempt make plans to rescue Ripper.

MK is the dancefloor champion and Ripper was abducted by aliens! It looks like anything can happen on a show where few safety regulations are in play. Who will rise? Who will fall? Is anyone going to clean up this alien goo!? Find out next time on TOTAL! DRAMA! CRUUUIISE CONTROL!

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drawing with cramps is such an experience it's like "mhm yep just gotta add thi- OUGH OW EUGH OUCHIE MY FUCKING BODY SAVE ME FROM THIS INFERNAL TORTURE- aaaanyway"

[starboundmoth]

ow ow ow ow my wings hurt

actually where are my wings??

I should start a religion

I should bless that

I GOT A NEW IDE- oh wait I can't make that anymore :(

really did a good job on moths, go me!

bless you! Wait NO NOT THAT WAY

Call me by my ACTUAL name please!

Curses! Wait I didn't MEAN IT NO

NOOOO I DIDN'T INTEND THE CURSE WHAT DID I DOO

ough ough eugh ough legs hurt no wings ough aeugh

WHERE ARE ALL MY ANGELS

think i genuinely peaked when making fountain pens

NO I WAS NEVER A MAN STOP

i rarely post abt this stuff but I love divinekin so much I wanna know what goes through their brain. Like hey dude hows it feel to have the weight of the world lifted from your shoulders and be free to act w/o authority is it cool .

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I'd like to thank this drawing I made after I injured my hand.

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I think my migraine is gone! Yay!

[frankpooleunofficial]

He took the outstretched hand. No, Dave wasn’t being patronizing.

The doctors and nurses were all very professional, treating him as they would any other irritable, terribly wounded patient, but some of the younger staff acted strange around him. It was like they were walking on eggshells… maybe he could try to be a bit more open and friendly.

“Well, I suppose I can deal with it for a few more days…” he gazed over lazily. “If you can sneak in some fry bread though… I’ll owe you a huge favour. The food here is worse than that rehydrated mush.”

Frank thought back to the puréed, nutrient-packed slabs they had to eat in space, and how he would sometimes find chunks of dehydrated, chalky foodstuffs inside. He shook in an over-dramatic display of disgust.

“Eugh. Don’t even want to think about it.”

A few moments later, there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” he called, though his voice cracked.

Dave got up to help whoever it was and, once he got the door open, in walked Frank’s mother and brother. Ms. Poole just ran straight over to his side. This is the first time I’ve seen her in almost ten years, he thought. Careful of his hand, he gave her a hug, though she squeezed him so hard he thought he might burst.

“Ough,” he groaned a bit at the discomfort that followed, but he was very happy to see her.

Martin stuck back, closing the door softly and shaking hands with Dave as he stepped out. He was always the more careful of the two, and it really showed now.

Frank was happy to spend some time with his family now, and he was even happier when Dave came back with a bag filled with movie rentals and a hidden container of fresh fry bread. What did he do to deserve him?

Pinned: @frankpooleunofficial

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Frank was never interested in caving, or diving, or any other activity that could lead to him being trapped in a small space. He was mildly claustrophobic, and quite enjoyed the freedom that extravehicular work gave him; where could he possibly be trapped in open space?

He had been working on removing the second AE-35 unit from the antenna system atop Discovery when the light behind him shifted. He turned as fast as he could in the zero-gravity environment, coming face-to-face with the hulking body of the EVA pod. Had it come untethered? Why were the engines running at full thrust?

He barely had time to yell — he couldn’t move out of the way in time — and the clawed hand pushed him back against the exterior of the ship. He was pinned. There was immense pressure on his chest, maybe he had broken a rib. He was pinned… but alive.

Dave seemed to blink and miss the entire event, so comically fast that he hadn’t had the time to raise so much as a finger. The pod must’ve come undone or there was a problem with its boosters. He had to remind himself there was a reason they checked all the equipment each day. What looked fine could easily turn out not to be. This was proof of that.

“Frank! Do you read me?! Do you read me,” his voice was tense, nearing a shout. He whips his hand across himself, unbuckling and now slumped over the console.

“Can you tell me what happened?”

He swaps the cameras trying to get a read of the situation, the pod only giving him a swath of yellow. The only reason he could maintain himself was the faint, strained, sound of breathing on the line.

“Okay, what about you, Hal? Can you tell me what happened… do I need to come out there or can you regain control?”

Only half listening Dave slipped the gloves on over his hands connecting it with the rest of the suit. He stood, floated, half between the chair and the access way waiting for a response.

He repeated only when necessary, slipping into an unthinking, automatic response. The perfect mixture of adrenaline and procedure. He would come to once he had Frank back inside.

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Me: "Hmmm....I wonder if I should take this medication.....no....I am not I pain yet..."(has had headache for 12 hours straight)

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My headaches are like a curse. I mention it and it hits me.

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Praying. Not to get another migraine. I feel my teeth hurt because of this headache. Ohhhh nooo not again.

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My old friend has returned! I started to worry! Hello headache!

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Ndaanjgiise mii'sh gaagiijmasde.

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I yawn and it make my back hurt