#pain interventions

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[madbard]

All my respect and appreciation to the artists and writers who show Stan reminding Ford to get some sleep, but the sleep schedule aboard the Stan O’ War II would be so incredibly cursed.

On the one hand, we have Ford “Gets So Fixated On Whatever He’s Investigating That He Ends Up Working Until He Literally Passes Out, and Was Also On the Run for Decades With Few Opportunities to Rest” Pines, on the other we have Stan “Became Essentially Nocturnal For Thirty Years, Running a Small Business in the Daytime and Rebuilding a Portal At Night, Relying Mainly On Naps” Pines.

The two brothers with the worst possible sleep schedules are now in the middle of the ocean with nobody else for comparison.

Yeah, neither of them are getting the recommended seven hours.

[vaguely-concerned]

walking through lucanis' mind prison. the tam lin of it all

[colgeras]

zelda and link’s house has stores of various hyrulean herbs and plants scattered about. a bundle of dried swift violets hanging by a window, for brewing into teas on days where one of both of them don’t quite have the energy to do their daily errands. crates of endura shrooms and stamella shrooms for making into stir-fry, for days when just getting out of bed is proving difficult. hearty truffles for times when the wear of the last century becomes too much for tired bones to bear. zelda will find herself in the hateno general store picking out various ingredients, and the inn keeper who just so happens to be stocking up on milk will notice, and she will jot down tried and true recipes that will be sure to soothe link’s aching joints.

[constelationprize]

actually there is something else I want to say. Bryson Wilshire when I FUCKING get you.

Like, for real. Getting your own 17yo grieving emotionally abused brother hooked on cocaine has got to be top 3 foulest things an AFTG character has ever done and I'm counting all the torture.

Because honest to God why the FUCK did he do that. What did he have to gain? Pocket money?

And then he gets to sit back for forever knowing that no one believes Jeremy's side of the story because Jeremy himself hasn't fully grasped what Bryson did to him. He recounts it to Jean as if Bryson was just being a bad influence, and sure, Jeremy was old enough to know better (that's the whole tragedy of his situation, that he could have made the right choices, and didn't) but it was also the most stressful time of his life and he trusted his brother. What guts me is that if this was just Bryson on a spiral dragging Jeremy down with him, why would he make Jeremy pay for the pills? The pills Bryson had access to for free. And there's a lot of subtext/text pointing to their finances being controlled by Mathilda even back then.

I think that there's something about this specific time frame between Jeremy's rebelious senior year and the scandal at the banquet that hasn't been revealed yet because Jeremy mentions that there's something he's only ever told William about, that he did it recently, and it can't have been that Bryson was his dealer because in their confrontation after the dinner Bryson references that Jeremy did indeed try to blame his addiction on Bryson and failed. I don't know if this could explain Bryson's motivations because right now I'm just inclined to believe that he is The Devil.

This feels like I've just found my absolute weirdest moral line but there's something about this situation I find legitimately unforgivable. And the fact that I can't even wrap my head around why he would fucking do that will drive me insane.

And I knoooow he'll get what's coming to him next book because after his growing vendetta against Jean he's skirting closer and closer to the line of main antagonist rather than just sticking to the Jeremy's Issues plotline and that truly will not end well for him. But I in fact need it to happen literally right now.

[solazu1]

Actually yeah, operator sickness definitely gave Jay chronic pain send post.

[nemapaincare]

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[unfinishedslurs]

Jonathan Byers This Is An Intervention

“You’re not happy here.”

Jonathan looks up, startled. Will stands in the doorway with his arms crossed. They’re alone in the house, El hanging out with Max and their mom on a date with Hopper. They had to practically shove her out the door before she’d leave, rambling a list of phone numbers and where to find them, as well as reminding them where the leftovers were. 

“We know, Mom,” he and Will had chorused, and permitted her to pull them down for one last kiss on the cheek before closing the door on her. Hopper just watched in amusement. 

He and Will had eaten dinner before separating to work on their projects, Will with a dnd campaign idea and Jonathan cleaning his camera out. It has more dust than it should, having been sitting in his closet unused for too long. It makes something in him ache, but he can’t make himself pick it up again. There’s something blocking him. 

“What?” 

“You’re not happy here,” Will repeats. “In Hawkins.”

“It’s Hawkins,” he points out. Being unhappy is a given. He’s always known it sucks here, from the way people treated his mom to the rumors that always flew around when he made his way through the halls. The way they’ve treated Will. He hated this town long before interdimensional monsters factored in. 

Will’s frown gets deeper. “I’m happy,” he points out. “Mom’s happy. El and Hopper are happy. We actually have friends here.”

“I have friends,” Jonathan protests, slightly offended. He and Argyle call multiple times a week. He and Nancy are still good friends, and Steve and Robin are slowly growing on him. In a surprising turn of events, Eddie is the person his age he talks to the least, but it makes sense when he thinks about it. Eddie’s brand of freak has always been loud and dramatic, half relying on shock value. Jonathan prefers the quiet. 

“When was the last time you actually hung out with someone that wasn’t me?”

Is that what this is about? Something in his heart sinks at the idea that Will doesn’t think he’s enough. “I like hanging out with you. You’re the coolest person I know,” he says, shifting over and patting the bed next to him. 

Will sits down with a huff that sounds very fifteen-year-old of him. He’s glad he’s getting to be a kid. “You’re not listening to me,” he complains. 

“Then what are you trying to say?”

Will won’t meet his eye, suddenly nervous. “Everyone your age here is leaving,” he says quietly. “Nancy is going to Emerson soon, Steve and Robin are going to Chicago, and Eddie…uh, I don’t know his plans, exactly, he might be going with them. He’s not staying here, anyway. And Argyle is on the other side of the country. So all the people you’re friends with are leaving.”

“They are,” he agrees, laying what he hopes is a soothing hand on Will’s shoulder, “but you know I’m not leaving you, right? I’m not leaving you and Mom.”

Will squeezes his eyes shut. “Maybe you should.”

It feels like ice water being poured over his head. 

Something in his stomach twists uncomfortably at the idea of calling Hopper his dad. He doesn’t know if he’s ever going to. He doesn’t even know if Hopper would want him to. But “dad” is always a word he’s associated with bruises and yelling, the stink of whiskey and a gun in his small, shaking hands. Jim Hopper, with his gruff, fumbling way affection and sweet smiles at his daughter will never fit his version of the word. 

“You’re not my dad,” Will says. “You’re my older brother, you should be my brother. You should be moving away and going to college and living your life! You shouldn’t be stuck here because of me.” He seems near tears now, and Jonathan flounders. He’s always been pretty good at making Will feel better, but now it’s different. Now it’s him making his little brother upset.

Will takes a deep, stabilizing breath.

“You’re not my dad,” he says again. “You shouldn’t have to be my dad.”

“I wasn’t trying to be,” he says weakly.

“You’re doing a better job than he ever did.”

“Okay, then how should we start?”

“You could tell me why we’re always running out of tylenol.”

He didn’t even realize anyone noticed that. He’s been replacing it before it was even empty.

The words stick in his throat, reluctant to come out. But he promised. He promised he’d tell him, and he hates to break a promise to Will.

“It’s my back,” he admits. “My boss hit me with a chair, and it hurts all the time now. I used to smoke it away, but…”

He smoked a little too much. He was too reliant on it. He was being neglectful. The reasons stay on the tip of his tongue, unable to admit his shortcomings. 

Unfortunately, Will takes it another way. “You stopped because of me.”

“No!” 

“Why didn’t you tell me? Or Mom? We can go to the doctor now, we have insurance.”

“I know.”

“Then why didn’t you go? Why can’t you just take care of yourself?”

“It’s just a little back pain,” he defends, “it’s not a big deal.”

It’s really not. It’s practically nothing compared to what some of their friends ended up with. Will has respiratory problems, Eddie uses a cane now, Max is in a wheelchair and her eyes might never work again. Not to mention Steve’s mix of migraines, glasses, hearing loss, and scars he’s accumulated over the years that put Jonathan’s to shame. His issues pale in comparison.

“It is when you take as many painkillers as you do! You’re going to eat holes in your stomach.”

“If I get an ulcer, it’ll be because I know there’s another world out there full of things that want to kill us,” he says, poking Will in the stomach. He giggles, and then looks mad about it. 

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you actually happy. I feel like it’s my fault.”

What does he say to that? It can’t be your fault, because I don’t remember the last time I was happy like that? I felt like this long before you went missing? Anything he says will make him worry more. 

“It’s not your fault,” he finally settles on. 

“But if I hadn’t disappeared—“

“I would still feel like this,” he says, because he has to. He can’t stand the idea of Will thinking it’s his fault when the truth is that something has been wrong with Jonathan for a long, long time. “It’s not because of the Upside-Down, bud. It’s not something you can fix. I’m pretty sure I’m just…like this.”

He’s had moments of happiness, obviously. Sometimes he’ll get days, or even weeks, where he genuinely looks forward to the future. When he was in California with Argyle, he felt even better. But eventually, the heaviness in his chest always comes back. It’s just something he knows how to live with now. 

Will sits up, glaring at him. “That’s bullshit!”

“It’s just how it is.”

He squares his shoulders, a telltale sign that Jonathan isn’t going to like whatever he says next. “Mom and I think you should see a therapist.”

Jonathan really doesn’t like that. “You’ve been talking to Mom about this?”

“She’s worried about you!”

“She shouldn’t be!” He’s almost offended. He’s been taking care of himself for years. He was taking care of her for years. “I’m fine! I know how to live with it!” 

“I haven’t seen you smile for real in two months!”

“I’m fine!” He snaps again, and immediately regrets it. Will’s lower lip trembles. 

“You’re not fine,” he says. “You’re not. Don’t lie to me, Jonathan. You just said you weren’t going to lie to me.”

[cosmos-fudge]

g morning

[meat-loving-meat]

Trying to make Vanyel and Staven’s relationship as unhinged and weird as possible

[moonleet]

miya's entire body has experienced significant nerve damage, but it's most debilitating in his hands. as acute as his magical ability is, he can't really compensate for it - and, when the party's not in the middle of a life or death situation, he doesn't really want to. it's a lot of energy to expend where he can instead help out with the tasks he's capable of, and people more dextrous can dice the onions or whatever.

all said, he's the go-to mama-in-camp whenever a little one wants their hair styled. he knows all kinds of braids and twists, and he's got an eye for precision. it takes him much longer to plait shadowheart's hair or braid down wyll than many, but he also just Does It Better than anyone else in their camp.

he enjoys it - reaching his own hair and consequently lifting his arms above his shoulders is too much after a long day of fighting for their lives, but perching above them on a stool while they sit on the ground doesn't hurt at all.

and he's a very good listener. lae'zel and shadowheart both prefer the comfortable silence, maybe drawing or reading while miya does their hair. karlach and wyll are much more chatty. gale once sat down to try it, but couldn't stand the feeling of hands in his hair - he still ended up rambling to miya about his research pre-nautiloid for an hour, though.

sometimes one of the regressed kiddos gets it in their head to return the favor. miya isn't usually a patient person, but he'll grit his teeth and deal. shadowheart is actually pretty good at both styling and being gentle about it. she really enjoys making them twin. everyone else... not so much. miya's ended up with a lot of crazy hairstyles on their rare nights off. but he'll keep them in until it's time to sleep.

[cmweller]

Challenge #04367-K349: Too Cold to Hurt

The one thing about being too cold is that, when you're badly hurt, and your crewmates are trying hard to get you to safety, and get you help, it's not so bad. One the cold numbs the pain a bit and two, it slows down your system, giving them more time. At least you know... you may just make it this time. -- Anon Guest

Cold... hurts. It aches the muscles and creeps into bones. Grinding joints along the way. Thing is... that doesn't quite hurt as much as -say- a close to fatal wound.

Humans can survive a lot of things that would kill a lot of cogniscents. Babies and children can survive drowning in icy water so long as they're resuscitated while they're still being warmed up. Adult Humans... have better odds if they're just cold. Not frozen. Just... too cold to shiver.

Which is, in itself, pretty close to dying.

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[softer-ua]

What would happen if someone with a mutation quirk got hit by a quirk canceling bullet?

Like when Ojiro’s tail start suffering from necrosis as his body is no longer able to produce the signals required to tell his cells to reproduce?

Would he still be able to move it, like the neural pathways already exist, but i guess they’d get weaker as his nerons died off?

Unlike Mirio there’s no waiting around hoping for a cure, best case scenario is Eri rewinding the damage so he’s at peak health for when they’d have to amputate it

What about Tokoyami, how much bird is he? Would he just stop producing feathers, and if they amputate his beak would he be okay? Like his teeth and tongue are in rooted in his beak but maybe there’s enough of a clear divide that with early intervention they could give him a false beak and he can keep his teeth?

Is Dark Shadow intertwined with his inner organs, and what happens to Dark Shadow, he just ceases existing?

Accepting Dark Shadows existence just as it is is one thing, but trying to conceptualize the loss of your conjoined twin/pet thing that never truly held corporal form is another

Koda, Shoji, and Tsu would definitely go into total organ failure as their bodies fall apart completely, like Eri and Recovery Girl would have try to restore them every few hours just to keep alive

Especially Tsu, she’s got a neruo toxin flowing through her that her body can no longer neutralize on top of everything else

[spliqi]

one day i will line up my thoughts about comphet higuchi coherently and write a fic that moves mountains