#pmdd be gone!
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boyczar · 4 months ago
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icedmetaltea · 7 months ago
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PMDD my beloved (kill me)
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aromantyczno-liryczna · 3 months ago
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Anxiety is gone for now I'm so excited for uni and moving to my accommodation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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crowempress · 1 month ago
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The most fucked up thing abt pmdd at least for me is you can like. Feel the brain terrors Lift as soon as you start your period. Like I'd be in the trenches thinking I'll never feel happy again and then I start bleeding and it's like the grey clouds dissipate and I was like oh I'm normal now
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scholarhect · 1 month ago
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the problem with trying to be proactive and healthy and take care of myself is now i’ve secured a therapist and i just have to tell her why i need therapy and i . don’t know what to say. like i don’t know i just thought it’d be good for me. i’ve been doing iffy. i’ve been unhappy. i don’t know. middle aged dudes whose families had to beg them to get therapy don’t have this problem i bet
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lovesuplex · 7 months ago
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recents (spring is bringing me out the house edition!)
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ssoupcup · 1 year ago
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every month its a fun little game of 'has my mental health gotten substantially worse for no reason or am i about to start my period'
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aromantyczno-liryczna · 2 months ago
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It's so unnecessarily cruel that the biggest changes/worst periods of my life happen during my luteal phase
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kaaatieepaige · 7 months ago
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had an eclipse flow session in my cute tennis skirt after 4 days of wearing nothing but work clothes and pajamas 😁🌝💫
got all dripped out to watch the eclipse today after a week of wearing nothing but cargo pants and sweatshirts to various social functions you can't make this shit up
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jackals-ships · 3 months ago
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trying to (mostly) take time off this stupid lil app to touch grass like is it helping the Moral OCD Hell Spiral? wiggly hands but actually yes shockingly
however, jackals is bored now, which i think my Tag Ramble Proves god damn-
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narugen-moved · 6 months ago
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not to be cheesy and gay but breaking up has been the best thing to happen to me. i get to remember who i was before the r/s (less anxious all the damn time and not codependent on one person) and i remember what its like to enjoy being By Myself and not having to overthink what someone is doing without me.
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shuckstruck · 10 months ago
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debilitating sad times happening and i just gotta say it somewhere that isn’t twitter. christ alive i hate my life. my vacation wasn’t relaxing at all and u feel more burned out than ever
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everymlmhybrid · 2 years ago
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I leave the bathroom to grab my phone and post, word for word, "I'm rocking with this possible undiagnosed PCOS tbh a transmasc slay" because my eyebrows have started thickening. I grab my phone. I rest my hand oh my chest. What do I find. A singular chest hair.
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honest-moth-of-silver-grove · 3 months ago
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BG3 Companions (& Halsin) Realizing That Their GN! Tav Might Have PMDD
Characters: GN! Reader! Tav; Astarion; Gale; Wyll; Shadowheart; Karlach; Lae’zel; Halsin
Pairing(s): None, but it’s written as All Companions x Tav so if you have a romanced companion you prefer, you can imagine they have most of Tav’s favor. 
A/N: This is a highly indulgent imagine that absolutely NO ONE asked for (besides me lol) but I felt compelled to write it because I’ve been really struggling lately with some extreme PMS symptoms for the last few months or so. I don’t have a PMDD diagnosis yet or anything, but in looking up my symptoms I read about it and wanted to write this comfort piece for it. I kept Tav as gender-neutral as possible in this, but they do have a very active and very angry uterus in this.
TW: Discussion of Menstruation (Bleeding, Cramps/ Abdominal Pain), PMS, and PMDD Symptoms (Including Depression & Thoughts of Suicide) [Note: No one actually says ‘PMDD’, or Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder but that is the syndrome implied]; Brief Mentions of Sex (also small text)
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“Have any of you seen Tav lately?” Astarion asked, coming to sit next to a handful of his fellow companions seated around their camp’s fire. 
“Why? Has something else gone wrong?” Shadowheart teased back from where she lay against a log, a goblet of half-drunk wine in her hand. “Or perhaps, you’re looking for a bite to eat?” 
“Ha-ha,” Astarion mock laughed. “‘Bite,’ because I’m a vampire, how hilarious Shadowheart.” 
“I don’t know Astarion,” Gale countered from where he was perched on the other side of the former Sharran devotee, “I’d wager you secretly found it rather punny.” 
“Ugh,” Astarion wrinkled his nose at Gale’s words, failing to hide the amused smile that graced his lips. “Honestly Gale, as if the orb isn’t enough.”
Astarion, having lost interest in sitting next to his companions, settled for standing, crossing his arms, and jutting out one hip in his signature semi-annoyed pose.
“Come now Astarion, you can’t say Gale’s love for language comes as a surprise,” Wyll joined the conversation, sheathing his blade after having used Lae’zel’s whetstone to sharpen it. “Why I’d wager even Lae’zel can attest that in the farthest reaches of the Githyanki galaxy, the repetition of a wizard’s sharpened tongue precedes them.” 
Lae’zel huffed affirmatively, taking the opportunity to sharpen her sword. “Tchk. The Blade is right. It is no secret that wizards cannot help but run their mouths.” 
Karlach, having been seated quite literally in the middle of the conversation, from where she lay next to the campfire flames, burst out laughing, sitting up with a start. 
Shadowheart and Astarion couldn’t help but chuckle as well. 
Lae’zel’s eyes glowered as she looked at her other companions. “I do not see the cause for such antics” 
“Yes! Thank you Lae’zel!” Gale spoke up, wagging a finger in protest at the display of his friends. “A wizard’s intellectual prowess is no laughing matter.” 
“That which you discuss has yet to be seen.” Lae’zel rebuffed Gale yet again. 
“Pfft!” Shadowheart nearly choked on her drink as Karlach resumed her boisterous laughter, Wyll joining in this time as well. 
“Enjoying a night of merriment, are we?” Halsin’s deep voice cut through the laughs, his large form coming into view as the Druid emerged from the tree line. Shirtless, and still dripping, his presence brought a warm air to the camp, despite the night’s chilled air. 
“We certainly are now,” Astarion purred, admiring the druid’s half-naked form. 
“Mhhm,” Shadowheart took another sip of her wine. “For once, Astarion,  I’d have to agree.” 
Completely comfortable in his nudity, and unintimidated by the other’s ogling, Halsin strutted confidently over to where his fellow companions had gathered around the fire. “I had just finished bathing when Tav came to the lakeside. Said they were going to take a bath to unwind before bed.” 
“I’m surprised they didn’t ask you to join them,” Astarion mused, eyes still raking up and down Halsin’s sculpted form. 
Halsin gave a half smirk at the compliment, but his mood remained subdued. “They seemed upset. I offered to stay with them, even just to chat, but they insisted they wished to be left alone.“ 
Frowning, Gale scanned the faces of his companions, looking for a negative reaction, finding a similar dower one had made its way across Wyll’s and Karlach’s features. 
Looking to Karlach for solidarity, Wyll spoke up first: “Has anyone noticed Tav to be much more despondent as of late?” 
Karlach nodded. “Yesterday as well. Hells, it’s so odd to see them so down in the dumps. They’re usually leading the charge in making sure the rest of us are happy.”
“Has something changed? Perhaps Raphael contacted them yet again?” Gale supposed. 
Shadowheart shook her head. “Not that I know of. Besides, even if he did, this feels too familiar to just be a coincidence.” 
Lae’zel resheathed her newly sharpened blade before stalking over to the Selunite priestess. “Tchk. If you have something to share ghustil, say it outright.” 
Shadowheart rolled her eyes at the quarrelsome nature of Lae’zel’s words but continued speaking nonetheless. “If I recall correctly, a similar thing happened a while back, a few weeks perhaps.” 
“Yes,” Wyll joined. “I remember Tav crying after one of our battles.” 
“Come now,” Gale countered. “That’s hardly a mystery. It’s completely understandable why they might break down every now and then. It’s been a hard few months, even for a leader as strong as Tav.” 
“Perhaps,” Wyll relented. “Although, I can’t recall Tav giving a specific reason for their meltdown.” 
“‘Reason’?” Asatrion scoffed. “How about the fact that we’re all infected with Mindflayer parasites which could hatch at any moment? On top of which we are expected to destroy this Absolute death cult, lest all of Baldur’s Gate be turned into a tentacle wasteland!” 
“It is enough to make one’s blood run cold.” Gale agreed. 
“I do think Shadowheart may have a point.” Halsin put his two cents in. “I do recall around two months ago, Tav coming to me for healing, relief for abdominal cramps.”
“Oh, well that settles it, doesn’t it? It’s merely that ‘time of the month’, rather unfortunate and annoying, but hardly devastating for our capable leader.” Astarion sounded unconvinced, as he looked down to admire his recently shaped fingernails. 
Halsin shook his head. “I sensed there was more they wished to request aid for. They were holding something back. What exactly and why, I am unsure.” 
“Maybe they’ve just got a tough go of it. I know my whole body was thrown entirely out of whack waking up in Avernus. It took years for me to feel like myself again.” Karlach gestured at her many scars as she did so. 
All the time, Lae’zel had been listening intensely, a curious look across her face. “What is this ‘time of the month’?” She repeated. “Is it another,” she paused, making sure to pronounce the following word right, “Tiefling trait?” 
Karlach shook her head. “We’re not exempt from it,” she replied honestly. “But no, it’s not just tieflings.” 
“You mean to tell me that female Githyanki don’t have periods?” Shadowheart asked, having thrown all her pretenses out along with the last of her wine. 
“As I have said before ghustil, we do not become parents through sex. When it is time, we are chosen by Vlaakith to lay the eggs of our young.” 
“And this, ‘egg-laying’, as you call it… it, isn’t um, gender specific?” Gale, ever the wizard, just had to know. 
“No. Sex is irrelevant. The only thing of importance is whether you are called by Vlaakith to bear that which houses her future children.” 
“... Right,” Gale answered, feeling rather queasy. “I think that’s all I’d like to know if you don’t mind.”  
“Can we please get back to the point?” Astarion interrupted, rather impatient. “Tav is spiraling or having a mental breakdown or something, and apparently, only the Cleric and Druid noticed, how cliche.” 
 “Alright, Astarion. What do you suggest?” Wyll asked. 
“Well, obviously we need to find out what’s wrong with them so we can fix it.” 
“If it is this ‘time-of-month’, then why not stop it before it comes? You know when it nears, why not strike it down before it starts?” Lae’zel suggested, still not fully understanding what a ‘period’ was for a human. 
“That may not solve all the difficulties Tav is experiencing.” Halsin finally pulled his shirt back over his head, much to the others' collective disappointment. “There is more, although I am uncertain if I should share it, as Tav shared it with me in confidence.” 
“If it could help us help Tav, perhaps it is best to share this once?” Gale suggested. “Normally, I’m not one for shifting loyalties, but I too, have some things I think it’s better I share with the group.” 
“Now that you mention it, I do recall Tav saying something off-color last night,” Astatrion added. 
“What did they say?” Karlach asked.
“They mentioned they had been feeling rather down. Really down. So down, that they, well…” Astarion gave an exasperated huff, clearly uneasy with the topic. “...Tav said that sometimes, they feel like giving up.” 
“What did you tell them?” Wyll asked, encouraging Astarion to go on. 
“I said of course they feel like that! I mean who wouldn't? Between the Mindflayer parasites, the constant goblin attacks, the thieves, and the looming threat of this Absolute Cult, who wouldn't want to lie down for a few hundred years or so?” 
“I must admit, Tav’s confession to me a few months back was similar in nature,” Gale attested. “They expressed how defeated they felt as if nothing they did mattered. All the battles, all the small victories, it didn’t change anything. The Absolute was still going strong, the threat of the world’s end still looming… They asked me if any of it was worth it.” 
Halsin nodded. “I fear I was told more of the same. Tav divulged that they sometimes wondered if I, if we, would fare better on our journey without them.”
A silence fell over the companions, a cerebral, unsettling kind of silence, the kind one could feel resonating, laden within one's bones. 
“Shit,” Karlch said, the first to speak. “I mean, I knew they were upset sometimes, but I just figured we all were.” 
“Halsin,” Shadowheart started, gently. “When Tav told you they thought we’d be better off without them, what did you say?” 
“I embraced them and told them that in no uncertain terms, we needed them to lead us. I reminded Tav how amazing they are, and how, even though they themselves cannot see it, they are truly a marvel to behold. I expressed gratitude for them saving The Grove, for making peace between the tieflings and the druids.”
Wyll nodded along to Halsin’s words, recalling all that he and Tav had managed to accomplish together in such a short time, despite all the odds stacked against them. 
Halsin cleared his throat, swallowing down an ardent wave of emotion that threatened to escalate before he continued: “Lastly, I told them how I felt about them, how we all felt about them, and that should they ever require reminding, they need only ask.” 
From where he stood, Astarion sulked, a guilty expression making its way across his face. “I, I didn’t know. Godsdammit! I should have seen…”
“You cannot blame yourself Astarion.” Halsin did his best to assure his pale elf friend. “Even with Tav’s confession, I fear I did not heed their words the way I should have. Perhaps if I connected the dots more quickly, if I recorded the dates of their depressive episodes, we could have come to this conclusion weeks ago.” 
“What conclusion is that exactly?” Lae’zel enquired. “You say it is not this ‘time-of-month’, and yet, you make no other claims. What cause do you reference?” 
“It’s rare, but sometimes it happens that a human’s reproductive organs seemingly conspire against them,” Gale answered. “Well, more than is to be expected, I should clarify.” 
“Ah. So it is inferior istik reproductive organs to blame for our dear leader’s shakiness. Then perhaps they need be cut out.” 
“Lae’zel!” Gale gasped. 
Lae’zel crossed her arms as if to say ‘what’? 
“It needn’t come to that,” Halsin cut in, diffusing the situation. “That is not to say it’s not a possibility, but only in the most dire and extreme cases.” 
“Yes,” Shadowheart agreed. “And despite my being a cleric and Halsin being a druid, neither one of us is qualified for such procedures.” 
Lae’zel took a moment to process their words. “Indeed, I see. In that case, it is wise that that scalpel-wielding bard is not currently accompanying us. Vlaakith knows his surgical skills are nothing more than mere talk, given his removal of Tav’s eye.” 
“... Is that a joke?” Astarion asked, dumbfounded at Lae’zel’s choice of deadpan delivery amid such a dire discussion.   
“Do not look so surprised shka'keth, I am considered most humorous amongst my people.” 
“You know what?” Wyll butt in, “That, I do believe.” 
 Astarion scoffed. “Well, perhaps, Lae’zel could use her humor to cheer Tav up. Unless any of you have any other ideas?” 
“I think perhaps it would be better for us to sit Tav down for a heart-to-heart. Remind them how much they mean to us.” The Blade of Frontiers did not beat around the bush. 
“I agree,” Halsin seconded. “Perhaps the message coming from us all would be better received than it was coming from me alone.” 
“It’s worth a try,” Karlach agreed. “Gods know we care about them. And there’s no way we would have gotten this far without them.” 
“The tiefling is right. Tav may be istik, but they are still our leader.” Lae’zel spoke up, roused by her companions' sudden ire. “We have a duty to them to finish this, to cleanse these parasites from our bodies and destroy The Absolute.”
Shadowheart sighed, before righting herself and walking over to Lae’zel’s side. “If Lae’zel’s in, then I might as well join. Wyll, what about you? Up for an intervention?” 
Wyll looked at Karlach, catching her eye. Following a triumphant smirk from Karlach, the duo nodded their respective affirmations before joining Halsin, Astarion, Lae’zel, and Shadowheart where they stood. 
And that just left…
“Gale? Care to join us? Or will you be too busy pinning over your ex-goddess girlfriend?” Astarion ribbed. 
Gale shook his head, Astarion’s antics not being a new experience for him at all. 
“I’m not pining, and, even if I were, Tav is much more important at the moment. Why, in fact,” Gale’s voice got quieter, more serious, “Some nights I fear I would give up The Weave, hells, even eternity if it meant Tav would be happy.” 
No one else said anything in response, they didn't need to. It was clear to all of them, that they all loved Tav deeply, even on the days, or weeks Tav couldn't find any love for themselves. 
“Do you think Tav would be done bathing by now? Not that I’d mind getting a little peak, though I’m not sure how they’d feel about that.” Astarion mused. 
“Astarion,” Wyll warned.
“I’m only kidding. Mostly.” 
“I’m sure they’ll be back shortly. Let us prepare what we wish to say so that when they do arrive-” Halsin started, but was cut off by a rustling coming from just beyond the treeline. 
“Wait,” Tav’s voice cut through the air, a welcome bit of color amidst an otherwise chilly night, “Who’s arriving?” 
“Tav!” The companions turned in shock, feeling sheepish, as if they had just been caught in the act. 
“We were hoping you’d return soon,” Shadowheart admitted. 
“There are some things we’d like to discuss,” Gale added. 
Tav pinched the bridge of their nose. “Dammit Astarion, did you go around trying to bite everyone again? We’ve talked about this.” They let out an exasperated sigh. 
“What? Why-?! How dare you accuse me of such a thing!” Astarion puffed his chest up, making himself appear larger. “I’ll have you know we were actually discussing-” 
“We’re worried about you soldier,” Karlach interrupted Astarion’s indignant outburst. “We see how hard this has been on you, on all of us.” 
“We want you to know,” Wyll continued the sentiment for her, “That we care about you. And whatever hardships you endure, we’ll endure them with you.” 
“Oh.” 
Their companion’s words stopped Tav dead in their tracks. 
“Yeah, yeah, I know. And um, that’s really sweet of you. It’s just,” Tav frowned, “How do I put this? Um… As far as The Absolute and the Mindflayers are concerned, I’m grateful for your help, I am, really. But there are just some things that are-”
“Private,” Astarion finished for Tav. He walked over to Tav, before lowering his voice, speaking only to them. “I think you know,” he whispered, his expression suddenly melancholy, “Better than anyone, why each one of us knows how you feel.” 
And with that, the damn burst, Tav simply couldn't hold it in any longer. 
Their face contorted. They bit their lip before their mouth turned upside down, their nose wrinkled, and their eyes began to water. 
“It’s just been so hard!” Tav cried, their own voice barely more than a whisper. “And just when I think things are okay, that I’m finally better, it all just comes crashing down around me again!” Tav sobbed, their arms dropping to their sides in defeat. 
Moving to comfort them, Astarion placed a tentative hand on their shoulder, gently patting Tav with a ‘there-there’. His eyes darted back to his companions, a begging, uncomfortable look evident on his face. 
Karlach moved first, coming to Tav’s side opposite Astarion. Despite her engine being temporarily fixed, she knew her skin was still hot to the touch. Still, Karlach hoped her closeness would be its own comfort. 
“We’ve got you soldier.” Karlach wrapped the end of her tiefling tail around Tav’s calf. “Just let it all out, it’s okay.” 
Tav sobbed even harder at her words, pulling a rather flustered Astarion in for a tight embrace. 
“Ah. A little help over here!” Astarion whispered harshly past Tav’s ear, their face wedged between his arms and chest, and their tears and snot beginning to dampen his shoulder. 
Shadowheart chuckled, amused that despite him being such a flirt when he wanted, Astaron was still rather unfamiliar with the more platonic, or should she say, non-sexual forms of intimacy. “Step aside.”
Moving over to the huddle sandwich that was Astarion, Tav, and Karlach, Shadowheart wedged her way in between Astarion and Tav. “Just try not to drool too much on my top. It is leather after all.” 
“Tchck, Shadowheart.” Lae’zel chided. She walked over to the huddle, standing a safe six inches away, her arms crossed and brows furrowed. “Clothes are meaningless compared to a fellow soldier.” 
“I’m surprised I find myself agreeing, but Shadowheart, Lae’zel does have a point,” Gale concluded. “Tav’s emotional state is much more important than any item of clothing, or inanimate object.” 
“Says the wizard who eats shoes,” Astarion ribbed from under his breath. 
Gale clicked his tongue at the vampire spawn’s remark, but otherwise paid his pale companion no mind. 
“Besides,” Gale continued, undeterred. “I can always do another load of laundry. Should you ever need a shoulder to cry on, know that mine will always be available, tears or otherwise.” 
Tav nodded, enthusiastically grateful, switching from Shadowheart’s shoulder to Gale’s. 
Sighing, as the cool purple velvet rubbed against their cheek, Tav began to slow their breathing, gaining better control of the sobs that had previously uncontrollably wracked their body. 
“We may not know exactly what it is you’re going through, but that doesn’t make you any less of a leader worthy of our time and affection,” Wyll spoke up as he came to join the hug pile. “And sharing your fears and sadness does not make you a burden, it makes you strong.” 
Tav wailed once more, nodding emphatically as they did so. Deep down, they knew all that their friends had shared to be true, but they were not able to convince themselves of it on their own. 
“And if this sadness of yours comes at the same time every month, it may indicate a hormonal condition. Should that be the case, there are many treatments and spells we can cast to ease your pain.” 
“Really?” Tav asked through sniffles. 
“Indeed,” Halsin nodded, having walked over to also join his gathered companions. “Although there is something simpler, something I always have readily available.” 
“Don’t you dare—” Astarion started. 
At the same time Lae’zel spoke her own words of protest: “Do it druid, and you may very well live to regret it.” 
Tav ignored their outbursts and instead asked Halsin what he had in mind. 
“This,” he said, before outstretching his arms and encompassing everyone in a great big bear hug. 
Squished between their dear companions, their friends, their allies in this fight, and the next, Tav, for the first time in days, began to feel truly loved. 
The world may have looked bleak and hopeless, and with a raging uterus, it may have looked even more so, but as long as Tav had their friends, they would never know true defeat. 
Squashed between an equally irate Githyanki and a rather sentimental wizard, Astarion wriggled, trying to break free, but to no avail. Turning his head left to face his frog-esque friend, Astarion whispered threats under his breath.  
“I say the next time he wildshapes into a bear, we put a pretty pink collar around his neck and march him into town as punishment.”
“Chk. I find that offer rather agreeable.” 
“I dunno. I rather like this kind of medicinal approach.” Karlach said, feeling overjoyed to simply be touched. 
“You know he can hear you, right?” Wyll, ever the pragmatist, spoke from across the expanse of Halsin’s broad chest in order to address Astarion. 
Halsin nodded in the affirmative upon hearing Wyll’s words.
Astarion groaned. “Well, clearly he has now!” 
“And here I thought vampires were stealthy.” Shadowheart teased. 
“Oh, trust me, darling, all of your times shall come. Count on it!” 
“Astarion?” Tav‘s muffled voice asked from where their face was squished into Gale’s chest. 
Tav managed to pull their head away from Gale’s purple robe just long enough to give Astarion their best puppy-dog-eyed look. “Be nice? Pleaseeee?” They drew out the end of the ‘please,’ innocently batting their eyes as they did so. 
“... Fine. But don’t get used to it,” Astarion resigned before tossing his hair. “I have a reputation to uphold.” 
“Mhhm,” Tav agreed, putting their face back against Gale’s velvet-covered chest. 
They knew this moment couldn’t last forever, and it certainly wouldn’t solve all their problems— mind flayers, hormones, or otherwise. But they could at least stay put like that for just a minute longer. 
Or as a matter of fact? Make that two. 
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A/N 2.0: So there it is! I hope you enjoyed. This is definitely something I needed to read like two weeks ago, and also a month ago, and then the month before that lol. 
After this, we are back to our regularly scheduled programming. I will make an upcoming ask list, just so everyone is clear as to what is up and coming.
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thedomesticanthropologist · 10 months ago
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Another difficult night. I have PMDD and I'm heading into the Bad Times, which is always when my cravings in general go off the charts.
Today I ate half a can of sweetened condensed milk with a spoon. Yes. I'm admitting that. Yes that's.... that sure... is a thing I did.
But I want a smoke so bad 😩🍃
So then I grilled up a steak
And had so much coffee
And way too many naps
And two showers
Is this healthy coping? Ehhhhhh I'm gonna say given the circumstances, and the deep ends I've gone off in the past, this is an admirable.... uh... effort.
I'm trying
And I haven't had that smoke yet.
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aromantyczno-liryczna · 7 months ago
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My 3h sleep average this week is going to catch up to me any minute now
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