#rolling with the punches

[strqyr]

tbqh i do kinda want to see cinder lose control of her grimm arm. not in a sense that the grimm will rapidly spread and take control over her completely, but more in a 'cinder chooses not to use it on another maiden but the arm decides to do it anyway' kind of way.

[jesse-cosay]

Hey besties if you haven't read Rolling With the Punches, then you totally should

[oakwolves]

The Chronic Cranes’ fearless leader! A gift for @msbadatnamingthings ‘s fic Rolling with the Punches!

[ataleofthreemonkeys]

Adjustments

I've commented many times over the years about the sad state of my back. Of course, I just assumed that I had a bad back from the many injuries sustained while cheerleading and in martial arts. Then I had that incident with a client who flipped me onto concrete and the professionals told me THEN that the injury would have lifelong affects. I just never realized the extent.

After the twins, my thyroid shut down again, I gained MORE weight, and I had even more back problems. Of course, this time I was blaming the strain that the twin pregnancy took. I mean, they even dislocated my pelvic bone and I had trouble walking at all and well....everything in my body took a beating.

May of 2021 everything came to a head. I was in the boys room and my spine had a weird feeling and all of a sudden my thighs on both legs started convulsing and then went paralyzed. I could feel them, but I couldn't move them AT ALL. I was in the hospital for five days while they ran many tests. Nothing was conclusive, but that seemed to be the trigger point. After that incident, the paralysis episodes came more and more frequently. I was sustaining injuries from falls left and right. I was having more tests, but the only thing they conclusively ruled out was MS. I can't even roll over in bed. If I move a quarter turn, everything from my L4 vertebrae to my knees goes into a paralysis episode. Then I have to wait for it to pass, move a little bit again and then wait for the next episode to pass. I have been put on many medications for pain and nerve issues, but nothing touches it.

Anyway, the final diagnosis was arachnoiditis and ankylosing spondylitis. I had never heard of arachnoiditis. It's painful and debilitiating and there's no good treatment or cure. The amount of pain that I'm in on a daily basis often takes my breath away and there have been many mornings that I wake up crying and just wish for it to end. There's a reason it has the nickname of "The Suicide Disease". Of course, I have my three children and my husband to keep me grounded and reminded why I fight my way through every day. I have a wheelchair now for when I do out of house activities. I chose a manual wheelchair because I want to still be as active as I can, but it's hard because, as I said, I've gained a LOT of weight. I've been told so many times that I should have bariatric surgery, but my insurance refuses to cover it, even for medical reasons. I'm trying very hard to do as much exercise as possible and to strengthen my upper arms, but it's slow going and often frustrating. I have every faith in myself that I can do it, though. I'm looking forward to seeing how far I've progressed come this time next year.

[frownyalfred]

Imagine being Alfred during Batman Begins when Bruce leaves to “find himself.” Alfred is worried, but reminds himself that all rich men do this and he’s probably just going to come back as a worldly, obnoxious vegetarian. Then Bruce shows up several years later buff as hell and it’s like no, he’s a ninja. he’s a ninja and he wants to terrorize Gotham in a bat costume.

[priscilla9993]

I’m swear I’m going to come back with whump once I get back on my laptop but right now, I’m a little delirious after a graveyard shift and I decided I was going to get my car the help it needs.

My wink wonky car, holding on by a thread of doubts and dreams, has been beeping and blinking its way to making me concerned. Found out ten minutes ago that the sensors that were low for a long time coming, super low last week, went dead this morning. I’ve been leaving off replacing them for 2 years since I got the car bc the little chugga chugga was whack on deciding if it was landing the spinning wheel on low tire air pressure or healthy, ornamental repair needed in my mind.

But all jokes aside, if my tire ever went flat or super low pressured without me replacing the sensors today, future me would end up not knowing if there’s an ACTUAL problem and that’d be way worse.

*wheeze* In the end, the total comes out to 300 dollareedoos to fix it and if I had planned to save money yesterday from my measly paycheck, plans change.

[puppetbomb]

Happy PC release day!

Based on Sewing Circle where only Clive and children can see moogles (which, given the lack of interaction between Nektar and everyone else, is not completely implausible)

Also part 2:

[stealingyourbones]

Hey siri how to convince people that DC heroes wouldn’t be surprised by literally anything Danny Phantom related actually.

From ghost king to regular Danny, they’ve seen shit like this at least 4 times this month. It’s just another day.

[littler0b1n]

I can’t believe nobody’s thought of this before

[zoe-oneesama]

He might be a little biased, but he is friend to all who have the heart of a hero.

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[captainjonnitkessler]

Granby: Laurence you have to help me, Izkierka is trying to marry me off to the Empress

Hammond: Laurence you have to help me, this dragon is trying to adopt me and she will NOT take no for an answer

Laurence, to whom the plot has been happening for seven straight books and is honestly just glad to not be the only one anymore: Yeah sometimes stuff like that happens, I find it's best to just accept it

[unsettlingcreature]

OK shit OK so I am just playing chapter 3 of Infamous rn and OHHHHHH MY GOD. GRRRRRIFFIN??? THE MIC SCENE?? OH MY GOD.

[soliusss]

dream I had last week

[kaurwreck]

idk I don't think it was love and trust that created the current calamity, and I don't think anything they've done in meursault or at the airport has been futile. I don't think the themes fall apart when they're challenged, I think they're reinforced, which is as evidenced by Fukuzawa cradling Aya as it is by Akutagawa asking Atsushi if they need anyone else.

[ridreamir]

May I request a Wolverine x Clingy!Reader fic/HCs/anything,,?

Preferably male or GN!Reader,,, also,,, tysm for awnsering my ask ^-^,

[I always write Gender Neutrally! Not a problem friend!]

It was inevitable that they'd keep and monitor you. Some excuse about it being for your health. You understand their scrutiny to some extent.

You are not a mutant. You just so happen to have an entirely unique human genome unrelated to any living person on this planet. One that may or may not give you near supernatural advantages against the mutated people of this planet. Yeah, not a mutant. Definitely not a mutant. Your 'house arrest' has been fine, for the most part. Lots of labs. Tests. CT Scans. X-rays. If there's a foreign chemical in your body, you're sure they already know about it.

You should have had nothing to do with him, then. Two strangers in the same vicinity. A passing face behind the glass of your test-tube home.

It was when he stopped, sniffed the air, and his eyes caught yours that you knew something was bound to be amiss. How he smelled anything behind sterile nothing was beyond you.

Behind that side glare was something. His face scrunched, but it wasn't anything you did. Misplaced anger. A hint of curiosity.

He would come around in the guise of passing out of obligation. Stalk past the long hall, slow his steps, watching you through his peripheral.

No one here would talk to you. Nothing more than a quick pleasantry as they examined your physical condition. No substantial conversation nor stimulation. An obvious outsider. Someone not to get too close to. You started hanging on to each and every second of his sporadic visits, which sometimes went even weeks between each other. You know he must be busy. Must be some kind of important.

Not you. Never you. They called it monitoring, but you knew. This was just a fancy jail cell. Not for anything you did. Just for something you hadn't done, but could do.

He was watching you. Probably waiting to tear you down under their orders if you attempted anything. Not that you would, for you were normal. Nothing. Could not stand against them.

Even still, as he stalked, and stalked, and never spoke a word to you, you grew, unfortunately, attached.

You shouldn't be here, Logan.

Just wait until it figures out what it is.

You can't just keep someone locked up for something they never did!

I knew you wouldn't understand, Logan. Ever the bleeding heart.

This is for the safety of all mutant-kind.

He passed the glass, reinforced and strong enough to block several tons of pressure being thrown at it. A bit overkill for one small normal human being.

You clung onto every hidden glance and clench of his fist.

You knew they had cameras, that they'd stow you away if you tried anything.

Still, you stood up, matching his pace. He paused, and you stalked. Closer, ever closer.

You stood before him. Separated by nothing but a thick, near-invisible sheet of glass.

There was a fire in his eyes, a burning rage. Good. He could feel angry for you.

They shouldn't have kept you here. They should have left you to your civilian life. As you stared at him, a flicker of instability amidst resigned sadness, he knew.

It was all over, before it had even begun.

[teehee-vibes]

DREY FERIN DISEASE call that…. I dunno, fucking scurvy I guess