#sorry this literally took a full 24 hours for me to get to

[emometalhead]

OH MY GOD DO I HAVE SQUID GAME THOUGHTS

gi hun and front man??? doomed gay nerds from the start. I love them but they will make eachother worse

HYUN JU MY BADASS MARINE QUEEN!!!!!! literally she’s my favorite character. I support women’s rights and women’s wrongs and whatever else she has going on. I aspire to be her. I want her to be my older sister. if (after sae-byeok it feels more like WHEN bc they love killing fan favs) she dies I will be devastated.

season 1 had the better crazy lady because the shaman had NO redeeming qualities

the potato sack type race was interesting mainly because it made me feel bad for that one guy who kept missing the big stone :( it kinda reminded me of the saw 8 shotgun carousel for some reason??? idk just on vibes

gi hun. please. use your brain. your gay lover who you have trauma bonded (?) with is the frontman. never trust player one I thought we established this.

and a question for you because you’re always right: what do you think the next games are??? I’ve heard human chess and monkey bars based on the paintings in the big room with all the beds, and a lot of people are saying the game with the two dolls will be jack and jill?? and someone also suggested like trolley problems based on that railway crossing thing I guess. anyways any and all thoughts appreciated!!!

Hi!!! I am so excited to talk about this!!!!!!!!! I'm going to follow suit and do coordinating bullet points!!

• Gi-hun and the Front Man. OH MY GOD. Toxic and doomed. I'm obsessed with the dynamic. The Front Man is so unhinged. Him straight up killing that guy with his bare hands to save Jung-bae during the carousel game just to murder him in front of Gi-hun was crazy!!! I actually gasped. I wasn't expecting Jung-bae to make it through the show, but it was still a bit chilling for him to die in the way he did. The Front Man slipped back into his role so easily. The dude is frightening. That being said, I am so eager to see more of his interactions with Gi-hun in season 3! I totally agree that they are making each other worse, but I am living for that toxicity.

I need to know what's going to happen if/when the Front Man reveals his identity. I'm really dying to see more from the Front Man. Also Gi-hun is very single-mindedly focused, and I'm curious to see if it will ultimately be to his detriment. I hadn't expected him to coordinate the seize/attack in that manner, and I truly don't know how to predict where things will go from here. The Front Man definitely has an interest/investment in Gi-hun, but I can't determine if/how that will work to his advantage.

• Hyun-ju!!!!!!! QUEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!!!! She is everything!!! The way she stepped up and took charge when the contestants agreed to fight back against the people running the game was so bad***. Her interactions with Young-mi were precious, and Young-mi's death broke my heart!! Also the change in relationship between Hyun-ju and Geum-ja was sweet. Geum-ja went from not understanding to taking care of her. Her reaffirming Hyun-ju's womanhood and inviting her into the bathroom and her stopping Hyun-ju from picking up the guns again at the end were both very sweet, maternally protective moments.

Hyun-ju is so damn cool and impressive. I am rooting for her survival. (Sae-byeok's death hurt so much!! I can't handle this again!!) I'm going to be so upset if she dies. I really really hope she makes it through. If not, you and I can both riot together.

• I hated the shaman!! She's so annoying!! I was lowkey hoping she would die, because I was tired of everyone having to deal with her 😭. I watched the show with my parents and brother, and none of us liked her at all.

• I felt so bad for the guy who kept missing the stone!! That game had me so stressed! Like with Red Light, Green Light, I wasn't overly stressed for the most part since I had a basis for what to expect. That obviously went out the window for the other games!

I had to look up the Saw 8 shotgun carousel. (I know, I'm sorry, but I haven't seen any of the Saw movies.) That was an intense watch! I can kind of get why you felt similar vibes with it. Since everyone in the group had a game to play, their inaction could lead to multiple deaths. Also there's a similarity in being stuck in a game even after seeing others in your situation die.

• Literally!! Gi-hun. Listen to me, man. Do not allow your attachment to 001 and your perceived knowledge of his death blind you. Do not allow this to deter you from your mission of ending these games. The Front Man can't be trusted. Even if the gay trauma bonding has been intense, the dude is the Big Bad you're looking for. I am already on the edge of my seat for season three.

As far as what I think the next games will be, I have no clue. I honestly haven't put any thought into it. I hadn't even taken a second to consider it until reading this ask yesterday night. I think I need to look back on the hints we've been given, and I'll have to really put thought to it. That being said, I definitely couldn't have predicted the games we saw in season two, so I don't feel very confident making predictions about it.

Additional thoughts:

• My heart was breaking for Dae-ho in the last episode. He had tried to be so helpful to everyone throughout the season, and then he was clearly unprepared and overwhelmed for the armed conflict. I was so stressed watching his breakdown/PTSD flashback. I've seen people online very harshly criticize his character for not delivering the ammo, but I am sympathetic to the context of his inability to complete the task. Also he very clearly respected and cared for Jung-bae, and I'm already sad thinking about how it will go over when Dae-ho learns of his death.

• Min-su pissed me off. Se-mi was so kind to him, and he totally betrayed her. I know he fought back when she was attacked, but he did not treat her with the same care or respect that she showed him.

• I'm extremely nervous for Jun-hee. I really hope she's able to make it out. Her plotline is really tragic. Like her deadbeat baby daddy scammed her and then let her believe he was dead!!!!! For her sake, I hope he makes it out too, because by the end when she stopped him from joining the fight it's clear she wants him safe. But like bruh. He better step up and help her out.

Some random things:

• Idk if you watched it dubbed or subbed, but I watched it dubbed. (Subtitles aren't accessible for everyone in my family.) I had no clue until yesterday when my dad mentioned it that Thanos was sometimes speaking in English! I found a compilation on Twitter, but I had no clue while watching! Also like we thought it was odd for him to say "señorita" a couple times, but it makes sense now knowing he was literally just randomly using other languages. Also it's kind of funny that most of the times when he spoke in English, he was cussing.

• All of that being said, he was annoying lol. I kept calling him and Nam-gyu "the drug guy and the other drug guy". I typically used everyone's name, but they pissed me off so they got nicknames lol.

• My brother and I also kept calling the Salesman "the insane guy" which I feel like is self explanatory lol. He was so unhinged, and I could not look away.

Final thoughts to round this out!! I feel like there's things I'm forgetting to say, so I will send you an ask if I remember anything else. I think I have more feelings than actual coherent thoughts about it all, so I tried my best to articulate my opinions instead of just screaming here lol. I'm also like really considering rewatching season one. I didn't do so before starting season two, and I definitely felt out of the loop during the first episode. Plus, it's just so good. Idk when I'll have time to rewatch it, but I definitely want to do so before season three comes out.

If you have any other thoughts or feelings, please feel free to drop by anytime!! I love hearing what you have to say, and it is so fun any time we have a shared media interest to scream about together.

[princesssae]

Hi hi hi

Can i request for a fem!reader who's sick but tryna hide from the JJK characters? If not js Megumi is fine

Have a nice day! :)

IM SO SORRY!!! FINALS ARE HITTING ME SOOOO HARD RN BUT I NEEDED TO GET THIS OUTTT. Thank you for your ask, I love you!!

{Hey, Mr. Loverman!}

[Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader] [Megumi Fushiguro x Fem!Reader] [Ryomen Sukuna x Fem!Reader]

In Which -> You’re sick and don’t tell them!

Word Count -> 1.3k

Authors Note -> I originally was going to post this for Satoru’s birthday but I low key got in a slump and finals are literally here so I couldn’t find the time to write. I was thinking for the characters to write about but idk. I thought Sukuna’s would be kinda cannon irl but it’s really short so I guess I didn’t put much effort :( But my Megumi is such a sweet boy, Gojo raised him sooo well.

Warnings -> FLUFF!!! Sweet, hearty wholesomeness. Fem!Reader though it’s not really expressed in some parts. Relationship is already established for everyone!

Satoru Gojo

Satoru: Wanna get kikufuku?

It’s 12pm and you're still in bed. It’s hot, your pajamas are sticking to your skin, and the headache is getting worse and worse every passing minute. Even the 6 pills that you’ve downed in the past 24 hours have not helped at all.

You feel bad. Bad that you're sick and also that you’ve left Gojo on read.

Satoru: ??

Is what he sends 2 minutes later when he sees that you’ve left him on read. What was wrong with you? Did he miss an important date? Was it your birthday? No, there’s no way that would happen. Well, maybe it did happen one time but he swore to never do it again!

You don’t have enough energy to stay awake anymore, or even to think so you go back to sleep and hopefully by the time you wake up, you’ll be 100% better.

That was a lie. It’s 8pm and you're still in bed. But that’s not the reason why you woke up. What woke you up was a certain noise. Why is there shuffling in the kitchen? You hope there isn’t a robbery in your house, while you’re sick. That would suck very much.

Getting up, a huge headache suddenly takes impact from lack of water and getting up too quickly. Just go through it, toughen up a little. When you get into the kitchen, you see… Megumi? He turns around and his eyes open wide.

“What are you doing here?” You say.

“What are you doing here?“ He questions back.

“You need to get back in bed. Before he sees,” he says.

But it’s too late. Gojo is suddenly next to you with grocery bags in his hands. He looks at Megumi, and then looks at you.

His Six Eyes are VERY intimidating. His eyes sharpen and the next words that come out of his mouth are, “Get in bed.”

He never demands you to do things. He’s always cheery. But the thought process doesn’t last long until everything turns black.

The next thing you know, you're back in the comfort of your own bed. It’s morning time now, and the sun is shining. There’s also a dip on the other side of the bed. It’s Satoru. The posture that he’s in doesn’t look very comfortable or safe for his spine at all.

When you shift, he instantly wakes up. His eyes roam your body, but not in a seducing way. It’s in a way where he’s showing that he cares for you. You feel a lot better now so you tell him good morning.

He replies with, “How are you feeling?”

“Good, whatever you did helped me so much. Thank you,” you say.

He smiles and then you know what’s going to happen next. He’s going to boast.

“Well of course! I’m the best sorcerer, so why can’t I be the best at everything else? All it took was a trip to the store and I got some medicine, ice cream, soup and other things. Fed it to you while you were sleeping, and now you're brand new! All thanks to me of course, without me-“

And then you shut him up. It’s a kiss and it’s full of thankfulness. Maybe you should’ve brushed your teeth before this. It’s a little yucky.

“Yes, yes, we know. You're the strongest. But let’s go get that kikufuku, okay?”

You’ve never seen him jump so high before.

“By the way, where’s Megumi? I also want to thank him,” you question.

“He’s been here the whole time actually,” Gojo states with a sly smile.

You turn around and you're about to thank him but he cuts you off and says, “Don’t ever kiss him in front of me again.”

And that’s the end of the conversation.

Megumi Fushiguro

You didn’t show up to practice today. But today was Friday, and Friday is the last day of practice before the weekend.

“It’s technically the weekend!” You would state, excited to go out into the city and hang with him, Yuji and Nobara.

Maybe you took a day off earlier to travel? No, it’s not summer break and you have school the following Monday. A trip would be too short. You didn’t even respond to his text, and he sent that 4 hours ago.

He dreads it, but he has to ask Nobara since she’s in the same dormitory as you and Maki.

“Kugisaki,” he calls for her attention.

She turns around but makes a sour face. Maybe it’s because he just interrupted her conversation with Maki. She’s always looked up to Maki, so he understands, kinda. Not really.

“What do you want? I was in the middle of something,” Kusgisaki says with annoyance.

“Where is she today?” Megumi asks, getting straight to the point.

“Who? …Oh, your girlfriend? She’s sick. Hasn’t she told you?”

Megumi’s mind is racing now. So that’s why you weren’t able to text him back? Is that why you’re not at practice today?

He barely says thanks and rushes off of the training fields. He’s definitely going to get teased by Gojo.

Yuji calls after him, but he ignores all the shouts and heads to the dorm rooms. Before he makes it to your room, he makes a bowl of porridge and brings a bunch of water bottles.

Knocking on your door, he gives you a few seconds to respond, but you don’t so he knocks again. When you don’t answer, he thinks that you're sleeping and slowly opens the door to not wake you up.

He stands over your bed and checks your temperature. You’re burning hot. You groan in pain as a reaction and he frowns. Why didn’t you tell him that you were sick? He’s going to be in for a long night ahead.

It’s the next morning and suddenly you wake up feeling like a burden on your shoulders has been lifted. There’s medicine on your nightstand, an empty bowl and a bunch of water. There’s also a note that says:

Sorry that I had to leave, I got called in for a mission. I hope you feel better today. I got you medicine if you still need it. Please tell me the next time you’re sick.

-Megumi Fushiguro

Ryomen Sukuna

Would not care at all. Probably have to deal with it yourself. He knows you're hiding but he thinks that maybe you’ve finally realized that he’s a monster?

When you feel better, he tells you, “A weakling like you should be embarrassed,” and scoffs.

He obviously doesn’t know what being sick is but little do you know, he does actually care and was thinking that you were going to die or something.

In addition, he probably dreaded asking Yuji what was wrong with you because why would a teenager be smarter than a thousand-year-old curse like him?

Please do not copy, translate, or alter my work without my permission!

[chrisevansonly]

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐭2 | 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬

✯social media au

✯lando norris x female reader

✯a glimpse into life as new parents

✯here is a little requested pt2 to promoted! sorry i’ve been a bit slow recently, i’m just working through some stuff, i’m working through requests as well, and they are open if anyone is curious!

ynnorris

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surprise surprise, everyone meet sasha marie norris. lando and I are very excited to introduce her to you all, I am very tired but it was totally worth it. mommy and daddy love you so much♥️

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mclaren congratulations to you both, we can’t wait to see little sasha at the track🧡

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danielricciardo oh man im crying, full on sob fest rn

>landonorris welcome to my past 48 hours mate😭

charles_leclerc congrats you two! can’t wait to meet her!

>ynnorris ♥️

username please they’re going to be the best parents😭

landonorris i love you both so much, thank you for bringing her into the world, you’re a rockstar baby❤️

>ynnorris I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you, i love you lan♥️

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i’ve been incredibly lucky to experience watching my wife grow our little girl for 9 months before bringing her into our lives. i don’t know anyone else stronger than her and someone who loves with her entire soul. y/n i love you so much, thank you for giving us the gift of a daughter, I’ll continue to love and support you and sasha for as long as i’m here❤️

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ynnorris lando baby i love you so so much❤️

>ynnorris i’m sobbing right now and it’s your fault

>landonorris im sorry darling, be there soon❤️

carlossainz55 when he has a way with words 😭

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uncle charles is watching sasha for a few hours which means lando and I get to have a little date🩷

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username “uncle charles” 😭😭

charles_leclerc willing to babysit anytime, sasha is so cute❤️

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uncle charles on duty, there’s a whole lot of snuggling and sleeping happening over here, we have a little ferrari fan in the making 😉

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ynnorris oh char these photos are so stinking cute!!! thank you for watching her🥺🩷

>charles_leclerc i’ll send you all the photos i took, i’d be happy to watch her anytime❤️

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[danikamariewrites]

Hey loveeee ! How are you ??

I wanted to say first that, girl, i love your writing, liké every single time i see one of your posts, i have this stupid big smile on my mouth !!

Could i ask please please please some azriel x short reader headcannon ??

Bye !! ❤️

Azriel x short!reader headcanons

A/n: Hi anon! You’re too sweet that made me so happy I hope you like this 🥹

Warnings: some smutty thoughts so 18+ pls

Az thought your height was one of the most adorable things about you

You barely come up to his chest

He literally looks at you with heart eyes

Acts like your personal bodyguard whenever you got out

You had wandered off to the bar by yourself once at Rita’s without telling anyone

Azriel’s sense we’re heightened when he noticed you were gone

He went full spymaster mode when he couldn’t find you in the crowd

When he sent his shadows out people started to panic a little

When Az found you he was so relieved he hugged you so tight to his chest, “I’m never taking eyes off you again.”

Now he has a shadow that follows you all the time now

You didn’t have the arm strength to climb things when you couldn’t reach high shelves so the shadow became your little pet, getting things for you and making sure you were ok 24/7

When he takes you flying for the first time you were a little scared

What if he dropped you? Or what if you slipped through his arms?

“Baby I promise I won’t drop you. I’ll hold on to you extra tight, promise.”

Az holds you tight when he isn’t flying

He loves just picky you up, you laugh and cling to him

Az’s favorite way to just casually pick you up is with one arm like around your thigh so your basically sitting on his arm. You rest your head on his shoulder and kiss his neck which makes him blush

Az loves that you’re not afraid to get close to him

When you first started courting each other he was afraid to get close to you. He was scared that he would hurt you and when he told you that you said, “I’m not afraid of you Az. Just because I’m short doesn’t mean I’m some delicate thing.”

You loved stealing Az’s clothes

His hoodies were so long on you, they’re your favorite to lounge or sleep in especially if he’s away

The first time you wore his hoodie and sweatpants he laughed at how big they were on you

His bed is huge!

Since he has the biggest wingspan he needs the biggest bed

Az liked his space. The first time you slept over he was amazed at how much room you took up

You move around a lot in your sleep and at one point in the night you were sideways with your legs on his stomach

Hours later Az was still up and you had moved closer to him. He let out an annoyed huff, but that’s when you moved one last time

You wrapped your arms around him and laid your head on his chest. Az had froze bc he was so overwhelmed at the intimacy of being this close to someone

Relaxing he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your head whispering ‘good night’

Of all things that woke you up! You lifted your head to look at him, realizing you were on top of him, “Sorry Az I can get off” “No,” he cuts you off, “I like this.” You gave him a sleepy smile laying back down and immediately went back to sleep

Az stayed up for a little while longer watching you sleep and playing with your hair

You like to stand on chairs or tables so you can be taller than him

When you are “taller” you like to hug Az to your chest like he does with you and pulling him in for a kiss

Az loves kissing the top of your head, forehead, and the tip of your nose. You always blush if he does all 3, and when he does all 3 he whispers, “absolutely precious.” It makes you feel special

Az wraps a wing around you when you sit on the couch and read together

You always end up falling asleep, he’s just so warm and his wings are so comfy

NSFW from here (18+ only)

Like Cassian, Az absolutely has a size kink but it started when you two started dating

When he towers over you looking down at you with his eyes full lust, backing you against a wall he’s instantly hard (and your soaked bc he looks like a dark god)

You love when he wraps his hand around your throat bc it fits your whole neck (your fav necklace)

Az loves that he can manhandle you and put you in any position he wants while he fucks you

When you ride him he’s still in charge

He holds onto your waist and bounces you up and down on his cock

“That’s it baby, I got you.” “Such a perfect little doll for me.” “Yeah, you like it when I use you like this huh?”

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Can We Make This Work? (3)

Nanami Kento x POC!FemReader x Gojo Satoru (Masterlist) Chapter 3: Grade Me (Previous) (Next) Summary: Nanami confronts Gojo. You show off your cursed technique. Warnings: Themes of Racism, Power Imbalance, In-World Typical Violence

Nanami is the first to wake up. At first he was shocked to see that he wasn’t in his own bed, but as he took the hotel room in, the events from last night slowly came back to him. He couldn’t believe it. In the span of 24 hours, he got engaged, got married, and met his wife… in that exact order.

He couldn’t help but feel slightly bitter about the situation. If anything was supposed to be his to decide, it should have been this. But once again, life showed him that nothing was truly in his hands. Before he could spiral, gentle snoring interrupted his thoughts.

At least she seems nice, he thought. Even if you weren't, there’s nothing he could really do. The higher ups were clear. This marriage had to work to ensure peace on both sides. They had warned the 7:3 sorcerer that your superiors were aching for a chance to wage war against them. This marriage was the only thing keeping them from attacking. Nanami knew that he had to do his best and tolerate this marriage. Taking a deep breath, Nanami rose, ready to take this marriage one day at a time.

— — —

The honeymoon was short as you were immediately summoned to Tokyo Jujutsu High. After leaving you with Yaga, Nanami walked the grounds, in search of a certain sorcerer. He eventually found him as his irritating laugh gave his location away. Walking out of the classrooms, Nanami found Gojo talking to the first years.

As if everything was fine, Gojo excitedly greeted his companion. “Nanamin! Don’t you look great today. I see that marriage is treating you kindly. Again, really sorry that I couldn’t ma—.” Unfortunately for Gojo, everything was not fine as Nanami put the man in a chokehold.

“Do you think this is funny?” hissed the newlywed. I can’t believe him. I know he can be immature but this is a new low… even for him.

Slighting struggling under his companion’s grip, Gojo choked out, “you know… this is fair. But do you mind not doing this in front of the kids? You’ll ruin the image they have of me.”

“Don’t worry at all. It’s not even a positive one,” assured Megumi. Nobara seconded him while Yuji looked on sheepishly.

Realizing that killing the students’ teacher in front of them wasn’t a great look, Nanami dragged Gojo inside. After throwing him inside a classroom, Nanami began to berate the special-grade sorcerer. “I really can’t believe you. What made you think it was okay to sign me up for an arranged marriage without telling me?”

“I don’t see what’s the big deal. She’s got a nice smile,” reasoned Gojo. Or what he thought was valid reasoning.

Nanami felt his eye twitch. “That’s not the point, Gojo! I didn’t want to get married and if I did, IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ON MY OWN TERMS!”

“Look, I get it,” admitted Gojo. He walked up to the angry man and placed a hand on his shoulder. With complete sincerity, Gojo continued, “I know you didn’t want this but this was literally the best thing I could come up with. The higher ups get their wedding. And that girl isn’t forced to marry someone who would just lead her to a quick death or worse, someone who would take full advantage of the situation. Nanami, you and I both know that you are the only sorcerer who would respect that girl.”

Nanami felt his anger dissipate slightly. Gojo unfortunately had a point. He recalled your words from yesterday - “I'm used to being a pawn.” You were as much of a victim here as he was.

“Fine… but was it really necessary to say that I have a unique taste for the exotic? That just makes me look like a creep,” complained the 7:3 sorcerer.

“I had to sell it some way,” smiled Gojo. Patting Nanami on the back, he said, “come with me. Time to show how good of a husband you are!” Nanami just stared at him confused.

— — —

"In a few moments, we will accurately measure your strength," announced Gakuganji. After showing you the grounds and giving you a quick rundown of how things worked, Principal Yaga and Ijichi took you to the school's track where the old man waited. Despite sharing the rank that your own superiors had assigned you, Gakuganji and the rest of the higher ups refused to accept it, deeming it flawed. It irked you how he excused it by saying that your association mostly likely used primitive ways to measure strength. But you held your tongue.

"And if you don't mind, we informed the teachers about this in case they wanted to bring out their students," informed Ijichi. You nodded. I mean even if I did mind, you already told them, you thought.

"Ah look, it seems like they took us up on our offer," proudly proclaimed Principal Yaga as he signaled towards the group of teens walking towards you. It surprised you how normal they all looked. They're just a bunch of kids. Kinda weird to think that they can all see-- wait is that a panda?

Before you could dwell much on that final student, you caught a glimpse of your husband and another man walking closely behind the students. Your husband seemed annoyed as the man next to him talked his ear off.

"HEY HUSBAND!" you yelled through a grin. That seemed to egg the man next to Nanami as he started to push your husband to greet you.

"Don’t leave her standing there! Say something, Nanamin," gushed the man. As he got closer, you caught how flushed your husband's cheeks were. Everyone looked on either in amusement or indifference by the display of mild affection.

“Hello (Y/N),” he said tensely. You just laughed at your husband’s shyness. You turned towards the man next to him and flashed him a quick smile. The man in a blindfolded looked at you, then at Nanami, and once again back to you, almost waiting for something.

Smacking Nanami’s arm, he cried, “introduce me, Nanamin!” Nanamin, oh that’s cute.

“This is Gojo Satoru, a co-worker,” informed Nanami in an unamused tone. Gojo gasped at his words.

“Co-worker? I’m your best friend in the whole wide world.”

“Please just ignore him.” You laughed at your husband’s blatant dislike for Gojo.

“Nice to meet you, Gojo. Are you both here to watch me?” you asked. Gojo immediately jumped in, letting you know about his role as a teacher on campus and how this was a great opportunity for his students to see a friendly jujutsu sorcerer sparring match (and not the perfect excuse for him to not teach class). You laughed at your husband’s 'co-worker’s' antics. You turned back to talk to Nanami but Gakuganji’s voice interrupted you.

“Mei-Mei, so good to have you here. Here’s the girl that you will be fighting.” You glanced behind your husband and saw a woman slowing making her way towards you all. This must be my opponent.

— — —

As Mei Mei walked through the crowd, she looked you up and down. Really? This is the girl that everyone is talking about? She was disappointed as she expected someone with much more presence garner so much attention overnight. It wasn’t everyday that Nanami Kento, the most prudent sorcerer to ever grace this planet, take a woman.

As she walked past Nanami, she couldn’t help but slyly rub the sorcerer’s arm to 'congratulate' him on his recent nuptials. She saw your eyes narrow and felt your cursed energy slip out. She was unfazed. Doesn’t matter? I’ll put her in her place, Mei-Mei thought.

After Yaga explained the rules, you stood in front of Mei-Mei, ready to fight. With the blow of a whistle, the fight began. Maybe I'll comfort Nanami after I beat his wi--.

Before she could finish her thought, Mei Mei was suddenly flung in the air, chest burning in pain. What the hell! Expecting to crash into the bleachers, she covered her back with cursed energy to soften the blow. However, instead of smacking into the bleachers, she felt a singular blow on her back, flinging her back to the grass.

What the fuck?

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Gojo whistled. Everyone else stood in awe. It was clear that you weren't just a measly grade 1 sorcerer. As Mei Mei struggled to get up, you made your way back to the crowd.

"Are we done here or do you need to see more?" you asked. You slowly reeled in your cursed energy, an energy that felt awfully familiar to Gojo.

Yaga cleared his throat. "Almost. Can you give us a quick presentation of your cursed technique?"

"Of course." You faced the crowd and opened your mouth. Gojo sensed a significant swirl of cursed energy move up your throat. Must be singing based, assumed the blindfolded man.

Instead of a note or even noise leaving your mouth, however, it was two small creatures. They weren't small for long as the second they touched the ground, they grew in size. The creatures, a pale deformed humanoid with a gaping hole instead of mouth and an overgrown lizard-thing with tufts of hair, roared at the crowd, but made no efforts to lunge at them. Cursed spirits.

You nodded your head towards the struggling sorcerer and the curses snapped. Simultaneously, they rushed towards Mei Mei, growling and lunging to hold her. The tall humanoid grabbed the woman by her leg and held her above the other curse who leapt in the air, trying to take a bite out her. Mei Mei screamed as she thrashed in its grip.

Before the curse could actually bite the grade 1 sorcerer, Gakuganji spoke up. "That's enough!" With a small smile on your face, you nodded. In an instant, the curses dropped Mei Mei and begrudgingly made their way back to you. As they got closer, they shrunk in size until they were small enough to crawl on your extended hand that sat on the floor.

There's no way she's going to--. Once again, you surprised Gojo as you took the two curses on your hand and popped them in your mouth. You swallowed them and immediately gagged.

"Sorry! I still haven't gotten used to the taste of curses," you said in a strained voice. Everyone looked at you in shock as many were reminded of a former curse user.

Gojo felt his heart beat as memories of his youth flashed before his eyes. There was no doubt in his mind about what you were. Special grade for sure.

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Author's Notes: Prepare for a word vomit! I had so much fun writing this chapter. Honestly I’m really excited to write this story out. But I low key wish I was able to write like drabbles and shit cause like every thought I have ends up being many connected thoughts.

In terms for what I wrote in this chapter:

What do y’all think of your cursed technique? Imma be honest I have no clue if like technically speaking someone else can have it cause Geto literally just had it and his body is still out and about with it. But I don’t care cause this is fanfic. There is gonna be a notable difference to it that will be revealed later.

But also someone do let me know if I’m forgetting major things about the JJK universe here cause ain’t gonna lie I keep up with the weekly leaks but forget them when the next week comes around.

Does the action make sense? Please let me know! Cause I read this and I know what’s happening but also I know what’s always happening here so like if you don’t get it, then that’s on me.

Also I hate Mei Mei so much. If there are 100 Mei Mei haters, I’m one of them. If there is only one, it’s me. And there are none that means I died. That’s why she’s a bitch here cause she’s also a bitch in the show. You can like her all you want - I’m still gonna hate her.

I hope y’all liked this chapter! Would love to hear your thoughts!

[purplepeptobismol]

I NEEED MORE EMICOOP IDC IF ITS ART OR HEADCANNONS I NEED MORE

Im sorry it took a while anon! But here are just a couple I can think of from the top of my head! 😋🫶

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Cooper

Starts piercing his ears at age 15 and even attempted to do one himself at 16 ☠️

This one is obvious but he thumps his knuckles the way Butters does whenever he’s overwhelmed/nervous. Maybe he picked up on it, but I like to think it’s a hereditary habit

Cooper is actually fluent in Spanish because he grew up listening to a lot of Latin American artist. [thank you volta for helping me coin this <3]

speaking of ^, his favorite is Selena and owns a vinyl of hers because I say so

Has a bit of popularity with a specific demographic (nerds)

its very 50/50 when it comes to getting along with people. If he doesn’t have a good first impression of you, then he’s not gonna engage, but is overall pretty chill with everyone

favorite color is black (space black)

academically advanced in science related subjects. Of course he is, it’s his favorite

likes really sweet stuff and absolutely hates salted dark chocolate

tends to have strict/high morals and a strong sense of justice (gets along with Kyle because of it, and will have political yap sessions with him and Isa)

likes to binge watch shows with Kate while they eat

Emilio

likes race cars/racing!! His jacket is a race car jacket and gets along with Kenny cuz of it.

Emilio doesn’t know a lot of Spanish, but he knows a basic amount (a literal ‘no sabo’ kid ☠️) . He failed Spanish y’all </3

has a lot of beauty marks!!

very in tune with nature and likes plants

joined the basketball team in middle school

picked up cooking around freshman year of high school and is actually REALLY really good at it

ends up working on the coffee shop with his grandparents despite his parents protesting against it

chill with people but he tends to lean on the people-pleaser side

pretty slow when it comes to social cues and reading the room

was a very fussy baby and toddler and has some anxiety issues behind close doors. He tends to keep appearances so he will literally be screaming and crying in his head but in the outside it’s full on poker face. (Learned this skill in the 6th grade)

was very clingy to Tweek throughout his childhood but goes through a rebellious phase in middle school that makes him have the typical ‘I hate my parents’ attitude

EmiCoop

Cooper fell in love first but he didn’t realize his feelings until the 4th grade 

Emilio is actually so freaking— ⚰️ y’all… bro does not understand what he feels towards Cooper for a long while. Internalized homophobia got his ass

Cooper gets along with Craig, and Tweek has a soft spot for him. When Cooper and Craig end up going on space related yap sessions, Emilio gets pretty pissy. Actually—

(pre dating) Emilio is the very jealous type, I’m talking ‘IFHY by Tyler’ type of jealous ☠️☠️. And since he’s not going out with Cooper, he use to get so angry whenever he felt jealous. He didn’t understand what it was or why, but that only pissed him off more.

Emilio tends to stare at Cooper when he isn’t looking

Cooper finds Emilio physically attractive 🫢

Around elementary, they use to spend more time in Cooper’s house. But in middle school and high school, they switched to Emi’s since it was closer to them.

They are active on social media, so they’re always sending each other stupid stuff in a groupchat with Isa

Emilio and Isa get along really well since they have similar niche interests, but they’re all scared of her when she blows up. Cooper is down to go through her schemes tho. Whenever the Marsh-Broflovskis are over, the trio become like the old school South Park kids. Do NOT leave them alone for more than 24 hours. They WILL set something on fire. (Robin and Kate would probably come along but won’t intervene cuz it’s ’not their problem’)

Cooper isn’t bad at cooking, but he’s decent. Since Coop beats Emi in a lot of stuff, Emilio gets competitive towards cooking, so he will often try to ‘beat’ him and make him eat his dishes just so he can hear Cooper say that they’re good.

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These are a couple I had on my notes, but I’m open to answering more specific questions if you have any !!!

[mimisempai]

Clear-cut

Summary

Greg is in hospital and injured. When Mycroft finds him, he tries to play down the seriousness of his injuries, but Mycroft has had enough and wants the unvarnished truth.

Notes

Mystrade Monday  3.0  #10 - Character A likes to include half-truths and tall-tales in their stories and Character B likes to keep track of them. (I deviated a little from it) 

@mystradepromptsandscenarios

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804 words - Rating G

"Greg! What the hell happened?"

The doctor who had just finished treating Greg turned to Mycroft and said, "Sir, you shouldn't be here..." 

Greg replied to Mycroft, "I'm fine."

Mycroft frowned and Greg sighed before insisting, "It's just a few scratches."

He folded his shirt sleeve over the bandage the doctor had just applied to his arm. 

"Monsieur Lestrade, we were this close to transfusing you, so don't minimize your injuries."

"And perhaps I didn't want my partner to worry!" 

Then, seeing Mycroft's exasperated expression, he added, "I certainly didn't mean to tell him like that."

Mycroft came and stood by the bed as he replied, "You would have minimized it even more. You'd probably only have told me half the story. I know how you are. Although I usually like to decipher your tall tales, this time it's not the case. This is serious, Greg."

Greg struggled to keep his eyes open and whispered, "But I swear I'm fine."

The doctor interjected, "I'd rather keep you overnight. "

Mycroft, knowing Greg would protest, intervened, "I'll take him home. I promise to keep an eye on him, Doctor."

Greg grimaced. They'd planned a dinner and now he'd ruined it.

"I'm sorry."

Mycroft took his hand and squeezed it gently into his own.

"Don't be. It won't be at the restaurant, but we'll spend the evening together anyway." 

Then he turned to the doctor and asked, "Is there anything I should be aware of?"

"Just keep an eye on him for the next 24 hours. Even if the wound isn't as deep as we first thought, it's still a total of sixty stitches in three different places."

Halfsmiling, Greg replied, "You should have seen the look of my opponent".

"Your opponent?!" 

Greg replied sheepishly, "The glass door to my sister's balcony."

"Greg..."

"I couldn't help it, she had cleaned it too well, I didn't see that it was closed and ran into it at full speed. Apparently there was already a crack and it literally exploded from the shock."

Feeling exhaustion wash over him, Greg added with a sigh, "Can we go home now? "

The doctor took pity on him and nodded.

Greg sighed in relief.

Mycroft asked gently, "Can you walk?" 

Greg grimaced and replied, "With help I should be fine."

Thirty minutes later, supported by Mycroft, Greg made his way as best he could through the door of their apartment.

His lover helped him make himself comfortable on the sofa before sitting down beside him, a worried expression on his face. 

Greg put his hand on Mycroft's knee and said quietly, "I assure you, I'm all right."

Mycroft wrapped his arm gently around Greg's shoulders and held him close before asking quietly, "Why didn't you want me to know? "

Greg dropped his head against Mycroft's chest and replied, "It's not that I didn't want to, but I wanted to tell you so that you wouldn't worry as much as you do now."

Mycroft harrrumpha, "Idiot, I'll always worry, and probably more if you don't tell me things as they are. No secrets, no half-truths, just the facts."

Greg nodded as Mycroft continued, "With you, when it comes to your well-being, your mental or physical health, I don't want to have to use my insight or deductive skills, I'd rather you told me plain and simple."

Greg nodded again, and after a few moments he muttered, "Mycroft."

"Hm?"

"It really hurts. I could use a painkiller."

Mycroft pressed a kiss to his lover's hair and replied, "I'll get you what you need right away."

He gently positioned Greg on the sofa, elevated his injured arm with a pillow, then went to get what his lover needed. He returned a few moments later with a pill and a glass of water, which he handed to Greg. When Greg had swallowed the pill and drunk the glass, Mycroft asked him gently, "Is there anything else you need?"

Greg nodded and replied, "Just one thing."

"Tell me, love?"

"That you take me in your arms."

Mycroft chuckled softly before sitting down next to Greg and wrapping his arms around him, holding him to his chest while being careful with his injured arm.

He planted a kiss on Greg's forehead and asked, "Is everything all right?"

Greg replied, "It's not the best I've ever been, but you're making it better."

He pressed a kiss to Mycroft's chest and added, "And that's not a half-truth."

Mycroft laughed lightly and tightened his arm around his lover, saying softly, "Try to get some sleep. I'll be here if you need anything."

Greg yawned and grumbled, "'kay..."

The backlash and the painkiller soon got the better of him and he fell fast asleep in Mycroft's arms. As for Mycroft, he didn't sleep and watched over his lover's sleep until he woke up again.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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[uncleasad]

for the fanfic writers director's cut ⭐star⭐

So…it’s taken me forever to get to this 😢 So Sorry, and thanks so much for your patience, Rika! 🙏

Since you gave me ⭐star⭐ for writer’s choice, I have selected this summer/fall’s The One with Hope’s Wedding, so without further ado, some Director’s Cut fun facts and commentary!

(If you are someone who hasn’t read that fic yet and thinks you might want to…BEWARE, MAJOR SPOILERS below!)

. . . . .

With that out of the way…

Fanfic Writers: Director’s Cut

The One with Hope’s Wedding

This was the fic that broke me out of an 18-or-24-month writing slump! (I had pushed out a few one-shots, and made minuscule progress on some of my long-suffering WIPs, during that period, but I couldn’t write consistently.)

This past summer, Nick at Nite had a Friends block in the evening, which happened to coincide with the hours I’d be making and eating (and cleaning up after) dinner, and there was nothing else on, and I’d only seen a few episodes of the show here and there (the finale, but never the pilot, for starters), so why not?

After watching for a few months, I got an idea on July 4 and started writing the next day. (How naïve, thinking it’d only be 5-6 more scenes and another 2400 words [for 4800 total] 😂 It ended up being more than 16K words!)

This was one of those fics where I had one scene in mind and had to write the whole rest of the fic to get to it…literally the last scene. (See these reblogs about this writer’s meme.) If you know anything about Friends, I imagine you can figure out where this is going…there are a few iconic scenes, including the two-part fourth-season finale where Ross gets married (his second attempt at marriage…which, too, is doomed to fail).

I remember standing in the kitchen and my brain suddenly said, “Wouldn’t it be fun to write the wedding scene where Hope says Josie’s name?” Yes, brain, indeed it would be fun to write that scene! Unfortunately, doing so requires writing a ton of scaffolding to get to it.

Most of this two-part episode of Friends was set (and shot!) in London, as Ross’s fiancée is British (they met because her uncle was Rachel’s new boss, a butler-esque head of personal shopping at Bloomingdale’s). In at least one of my long-suffering WIPs, I have spun Malivore (Landon’s father) into Sir Malcolm “Mal” Ivor Kirby, a minor British aristocrat, so I took that route here, too, and started filling in characters, backstories, and actual words on my fic’s scaffolding.

In addition to the actual wedding/name screwup scene, there’s another iconic scene for the series in this pair of episodes, the one where Ross’s younger sister Monica and his best friend/college roommate Chandler semi-drunkenly and shockingly sleep together—and then become the series’s other major couple. Hope, of course, doesn’t have a true sibling, but she could have a BFF Lizzie and a college friend/BFF Penelope, which let me keep that important subplot and have a chance to write my second(?)-favorite Legacies pairing, enemies/frenemies-to-lovers Penelope Park x Lizzie Saltzman!

One of the things you realize after watching 10 20-24-episode (only 30 minutes each, thankfully!) seasons of Friends back to back in couple-hour blocks is that the eponymous friends spend a lot of the time actively poking fun—and, worse, being actively cruel—at each other. In 30 minutes a week for half the year, it’s not so apparent, but in any sort of binging…they become tedious. So I tried to tone some of that down to keep the characters more likable, make Josie-as-Rachel a little less selfish, and so on.

The other fun thing is that the Friends showrunners stuffed that pair of episodes chock full of British cameos, everyone from Richard Branson to Sarah, Duchess of York, to Olivia Williams and noted comic actors such as Hugh Laurie and Ab Fab’s Jennifer Saunders and June Whitfield. While members of Landon’s family were already mapped to Legacies characters, I wanted to keep a few cameos, especially Hugh Laurie’s man on the plane whom Rachel annoys by incessantly relating her and Ross’s entire relationship history. I finally settled on Tom Felton for this, someone younger and still well-known who could pull off a grumpy man successfully (not just Draco Malfoy, but also Julian Albert / Alchemy from The Flash).

The other cameo I kept was the airline ticket agent Rachel/Josie encounters trying to get to London. Since I had toned down Rachel’s selfishness for Josie, I could make this scene play differently, too. I eventually landed on Sister Beatrice from Warrior Nun, since there’s a lot of overlap between the Hosie and Avatrice fandoms. I also thought “Beatrice” was appropriate as a name, since in Dante’s The Divine Comedy, Beatrice is Dante’s guide out of Purgatory and into Paradise. So unlike the ticket agent in Friends, Beatrice is fully supportive of Josie’s quest to get to the love of her life in time.

Sadly, I don’t think very many people recognized either of these cameos 😭 But I still had fun writing them. (And such difficult research that was, staring at pictures of Kristina Tonteri-Young in costume in order to describe her recognizably 😏)

@persevereforahappyending has convinced me to make this a whole series of episodes. I don’t know how many I will ever write—too many fic ideas, not enough time, but I do I have a whole document full of ideas and additional character mappings for this series—but The One with Hope’s Wedding ended on that cliffhanger, so everyone is waiting impatiently for the resolution! 😂 I was making good progress on the sequel until it came time for Hosietober, and I’ve been pulled in too many different directions since then, but it is 60-70% complete, so hopefully sometime this winter 🤞

And there you have it, my rambling Director’s Cut!

Thanks so much for the ask, Rika, and for your patience until I could find time and space for this to all gel in my head and then write it down 🙏 I slipped it in in just under 2 months 😂

( @unsiredtribrid, now I have to start thinking of my next Director’s Cut for your ⭐star⭐ Ask! 😂)

[physalian]

The Woes of Formatting

I am… 22 hours into formatting ENNS for print (now ebook) and am making this post for posterity’s sake to say: Formatting is so. Tedious. I had to start over thanks to Amazon going “ha you didn’t set your margins properly,” and also some last-minute changes to the text. Yesterday (7/24/24) after a full day of work, I worked on Book from 2:30pm to 11:30pm. Today is probably going to be about the same.

My neck hurts from staring at my monitor, my pinkie hurts from the strain of holding a computer mouse in one position since 6am. I have forgotten to cook lunch and dinner, but I did have breakfast.

It doesn’t even feel real yet. I am exhausted. But you know what feels great? Eliminating widows and orphans on the pages to erase the page count only by one. If you don’t know, those are the little hanging words on the bottom line of a paragraph or the top of a page that can be resized to fit on the line above it.

Getting to the last page of the chapter and realizing there’s only 3 or 4 lines of text left eating up an entire piece of paper, and then scrolling back through the chapter like a madwoman to nudge other paragraphs around to eliminate that extra page… I was literally cheering in my room in satisfaction.

For the record it shouldn’t take you this long, but I wanted it to be pretty, and Amazon is incredibly precise with their formatting requirements down to 0.001inches. So I had to reformat the cover art, which took a while. Then I had to fix the margins at least 3 times until no more errors showed up. Then I had to reread the entire book for last-minute changes. Then I had to format the chapter header pages.

Before that, though, I had to make the art for the chapter header pages. And re-learn how to do all of the formatting on InDesign.

So here I am, 22 hours in, finally onto the ebook that will be done tonight goddamn. And I just want to say, if it’s within your power to do as much of the work yourself as you can, fucking do it.

I’d be losing my mind with stress if I was waiting for a cover artist to make adjustments whenever they deigned to find my order a priority. Or the person I’d be paying to format this book. Losing. My. Mind. Maybe after the ridiculous goose chase I have been on with editors for this book has completely murdered my faith in paid beta readers to do shit in a timely manner (ENNS' first draft was written in 31 days, it took from 2/25/24 to 6/10 for my tiny army of betas and the AWOL failed betas to deliver, then 6 weeks for the professional copy edit). Anyway.

Yeah it’s taken me a long ass time, on top of two full corporate-nonsense workdays, but the satisfaction I have felt hammering this project out isn’t comparable to paying someone to do it for me. I got the manuscript back from my copy editor and I wasn’t excited, I was like “I needed this 10 days ago thanks” (in my head) and then got right back to work. Copy editor is necessary, don’t get me wrong, it’s absolutely necessary, but the catharsis that I have now was definitely absent then.

So. Yeah. This is rambly and I’m not sorry. Even after the ebook is up for preorder there’s still work to be done and money to be spent. But I’m forcing myself to take a break, pause, breathe, appreciate the work I have already done.

I am hours away from launching my first published novel. Hours.

It doesn’t feel real. August 25th, 2024, Eternal Night of the Northern Sky's official release date. Gahhhhhhh.

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For anyone curious:

Cover was done in Photoshop (I have the Lightroom student package for $9.99/mo)

Formatting was done in InDesign (%#&%# $35.99/mo after 7 day trial choke on rocks, Adobe)

Formatting did not need to be done in ID, but other one-time fees were either more expensive when I can cancel my subscription after the month is up, or the free versions were too limited and constricting in their capabilities.

I’m far too nitpicky to not have complete creative freedom and control over my work, with all the hours I have put in. So Adobe it is.

Back to work!

[jareaulover]

Hi there, could you maybe write a JJ/Will one shot based on Josh Stewart’s cardiac arrest? I think it could be interesting ☺️

Don't go breaking my heart (Willifer OneShot)

Summary: Will has a heart attack after an argument with his wife.

Warnings: Heart attack, marital spat, not a huge fight though.

I couldn't find a ton of information on his heart attack but it seems like his wife at the time saved him. I'm gonna differ from that though. Also side note, when I was reading his roles on wikipedia, I seen Criminal Minds on there and I was so shocked for a whole 3 seconds before I realized I was literally looking for information for a criminal minds oneshot... Like my brain is lagging.

Anywayyyy here it goes

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The morning had been cold, JJ had insisted that both boys put on jackets before they left for school and even though Henry had groaned and argued, he wore a jacket to school. JJ stood against the counter, a plate of Will's amazing scrambled eggs in one hand and a fork in the other.

"Since its your day off, I was thinking that we could get to some of the yardwork that-" Will was cut off by his own groan and his hand went to his chest. JJ stood up straight in alert,

"Will? You okay?" She asked, quickly setting the plate down, Will took a couple of deep breaths.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm alright." He said, "It was just a little pain." Will brushed it off, JJ stared at him for a few seconds before nodding,

"Let me know if it happens again, alright?" She said, he nodded. JJ picked her eggs back up and continued to eat,

"Anyway, we have a lot of work to do if we want to get the fire pit done by Henry's birthday .I assume he still wants a bonfire birthday." Will said, starting to wash the dishes from breakfast. JJ nodded and added her plate to the sink,

"Yeah, he's dead set on it." She said with a smile, "I can't believe that he's going to be 14 already." She sighed, glancing at a baby picture of him that hung on the fridge. Will smiled sadly,

"Seems like just yesterday he was so small..." Will said, looking at the same photo. JJ smiled as well. The two were pulled from the moment by a familiar sound, JJ's phone pinging with a text. They stared in the direction of the phone for a few seconds before Will let out a sigh. JJ pursed her lips and grabbed the phone from the counter,

"Will, I'm sorry... Its an emergency." She said, reading the text. A girl was missing in Minnesota and her parents had waited nearly 24 hours to report it. Will just shook his head,

"Isn't it always?" He said. JJ sighed and touched his shoulder,

"Come on, Will, I can't help it." She tried, she knew it sounded lame but this was the same fight they'd had a million times before,

"It seems like every time you get a day off there suddenly an emergency and you're carted off to Mississippi or Iowa." Will said, sounding more than slightly annoyed. JJ rolled her eyes,

"Its my job, Will... What do you want me to do? Have a press conference and tell all the bad guys that they need to take a day off so I can have a day off?" She said, it was Will's turn to roll his eyes,

"I just don't understand why your team can't just go without you. I mean, they've obviously worked shorthanded before." Will pointed out,

"Yeah, but they shouldn't have to." JJ said, "Its a little girl..." JJ told him, "What if-"

"Don't say it. Just go." He said, turning back to the dishes. JJ sighed and turned to leave the kitchen.

Once his wife was out of the room, Will allowed himself to lean against the counter. His chest was hurting again, but this time he felt all the air leave his body as well. He grasped the edge of the sink, but pretty soon he felt his knees give out and he was on the floor. his hands were shaking as he pulled his phone from his pocket. He heard the front door open and shut. He wanted to shout for JJ, but it was too late. Will could barely keep his eyes open as he dialed 911 on his phone. He was able to utter 'Help' before losing all consciousness.

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As soon as JJ stepped off of the elevator, Garcia was standing there with a worried look on her face.

"JJ, is your phone on?" She asked, JJ furrowed her eyebrows.

"No, I had it off while I was driving." She said, "Why what's wrong?" Garcia bit her lip,

"I got a call from the hospital, they said they couldn't get ahold of you but my line was also listed as an emergency contact for Will and-"

"Garcia, what happened?" JJ asked, her heart had started racing as soon as the tech genius said 'hospital'

"Will had a heart attack." She said, finally, "I guess he was able to dial 911 and they traced his call and the paramedics got him stabilized, but he's in the hospital now." Garcia said. JJ gripped the bag in her hand tighter,

"Let Emily know that I had to go. She'll understand." JJ said as she turned around and went right back into the elevator.

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Will's eyes blinked open and he was met with a dim, white room. He knew right away he was in the hospital. He tried to sit up, but a hand on his chest pushed him to lay down. He blinked a couple more times before he could see who it was,

"Jennifer-" He murmured, she squeezed his hand.

"I'm right here, but you need to stay down. The doctors don't want you to get too active..." She said, her eyes were read and he could see the trails where the tears diluted her makeup.

"Oh, JJ..." He murmured, he wanted to pull her into a hug, but his whole body felt so weak,

"I'm so sorry, Will." She whispered, he could tell she was about to start crying again, "I-I didn't- I should have stayed... You- oh god- you needed me and I wasn't-"

"Sh, sh, Its alright, hun." He murmured, squeezing her hand back. She began wiping at her eyes,

"I should have seen the signs." She said, Will let out a huff,

"So should I. Its not your fault, JJ." He said,

"But the last thing we did was argue..." She murmured, "What if they hadn't gotten there in time and-"

"Well, they did get there in time." Will said sternly, "And I'm alright. In the future, we can work on not leaving our arguments unsettled. But right now I just want to be with you." JJ gave him a soft smile and nodded slowly,

"Sounds like a plan." 

[chalkrevelations]

OK, week four of 15 Minutes with KPTS, and this one will close us out of the first episode as we watch the jaws of the trap slowly closing on Porsche before they snap shut. The first thing we see is him arriving home – disheveled, bruised and breathless after his watery escape from Kinn, and you know, I just thought about the fact that not only does he get out of those rope bonds perfectly well in this episode, but he also manages to swim to safety, despite how he’ll struggle after he’s pushed into the pool for bodyguard training once he’s in the belly of the beast.

Anyway, Porsche arrives home, it’s full night outside, so apparently it took him a while to get home and he’s been gone a full 24 hours, the house is trashed, and Chay’s trying to clean things up. Porsche is all “WHAT DID KINN’S GOONS DO?” because he knows this is some Theerapanyakul bullshit, but Chay’s all “????” and we find out that Arthee’s creditors are kicking the shit of him in an alley as they speak (hmm, that’s some convenient timing). Porsche allows himself to be distracted by Chai jingling the keys, but with the benefit of re-watch hindsight, we know that this is actually some Theerapanyakul bullshit, which means that conveniently, Porsche is facing paying off $2 million baht in additional debt or else he (and Arthee, although Porsche is pretty done with him, at this point) end up dead. Tomorrow. And now Porsche needs a job that’s going to pay him big money. Immediately. How convenient for someone.

Once Chai and his goons are gone, Porsche yells at Arthee to stop bullshitting him (hah, like that’s going to happen) and to go away, despite the fact that Arthee apologizes and begs for forgiveness and never once mentions that this is Theerapanyakul bullshit, which he could maybe mention if he was serious about being sorry and wanting forgiveness, but there’s not a peep about any of the big reveals we’re gonna get, about 13 episodes from now.

Back at the trashed house, Chay feeds Porsche leftover pizza, they have a heart-to-heart, and Chay picks up the photo of the two of them that’s been knocked over and battered and bent; he doesn’t realize it’s a metaphor for how their relationship is going to go from here on out. We learn further about how Porsche has been overly-parentalized by taking on their parents’ wish that Chay get a good education. He specifically says he doesn’t want to disappoint their parents if he doesn’t provide a good education, a degree and appropriate friends for Chay, which – given he was what? 10 years old when they died? - is a hell of a lot for a kid to be carrying by himself already and for this long. Also, guess what, Porsche – by the end of all this, Chay is going to be lined up to achieve none of that, having literally thrown his college application into the garbage and broken his heart over a mafia princeling (how’s that for appropriate friends), so the Theerapanyakuls are not only going to crush your dreams but also the life’s mission you took on from your parents when you were 10. I mean, the irony of this is only just hitting me – everything Porsche explicitly says in this episode that he wants to accomplish for Chay by selling himself into indentured servitude to the Theerapanyakuls is going to be ruined by the Theerapanyakuls.

Chay begs Porsche to run away to a smaller house and open a beachside bar like he’s always dreamed of, but Porsche loves this house and doesn’t want to go anywhere else, and we can practically hear the organ notes of doom in the background, because there’s another house that’s getting ready to swallow you up, Porsche, and you’re never going to be able to truly go home again. Porsche seems pretty aware of that, as gives Chay a hug and a forehead kiss that’s clearly a goodbye, cruises through the house taking everything in one last time, then going up to Chay’s room to cover him up and sit at the foot of his bed like a guard dog. Smashcut to the next morning, when Chay wakes up and goes to look for him, only to find a letter full of bullshit about a great bartending opportunity – off the grid, of course – that will wipe out their debt and pay for Chay’s tuition but also will mean they can’t communicate. Ever. Chay, because he’s not dumb and he realizes he’s not being told something, literally turns over the sheet of paper the letter is written on when he gets to the end, because there has GOT to be more to this story, but nope. See ya, kid.

One of the things that really struck me in this section of the ep, that was particularly noticeable because of that hard cut from night in the house to day in the house, was the lighting. Porsche and Chay at home together, even when the house is trashed, are lit in soft warm yellows – like they’ve been this whole time – and fairy lights (the fairy lights of bl!). In the daylight section when Porsche has gone, Chay is literally left alone in the cold light of day – brighter, whiter, colder, with blue undertones. We also get an interesting contrast when we cut to Porsche following Big and Ken deeper into the main family compound, deeper into the grey-blue hallways, into the prison and the belly of the beast, there’s a moment when Porsche pauses as his left side lights up with warm yellow light, and he looks that way, and it really looks like he’s seeing light through a window, but then we see it’s not a window that looks outside, it’s a window that overlooks that fancy chandelier, the one that looks like shimmering golden beads strung on multiple threads – an upscale, expensive version of the homely fairy lights that warmed Porsche’s home with Chay, and istg, I think we see Porsche’s face fall just the tiniest bit.

Anyway, Porsche’s voiceover reads the letter to Chay as we follow Big and Ken deeper into the compound, and they finally come into Kinn’s sitting room, where he’s – surprise, surprise – having a drink and dramatically posed with his back to them. Porsche’s first words are “Don’t forget our deal,” and Kinn responds that Porsche shouldn’t forget that his life is Kinn’s now, and all of this re-emphasizes this idea we’ve seen threaded all through the episode, that Porsche makes his money with his body, from sleeping with women who tip well at the bar, to using his sex appeal to get ahead in his job, to street fighting for money, to trading himself to the Theerapanyakuls to pay off his debts and cover Chay’s tuition and other expenses. Kinn explicitly tells him he’s taking ownership of him, and when Porsche tries to insist that his life is his own, Kinn tells him “You’ll find out.” Because that’s not ominous at all.

We also have a final meeting in the ep with Korn, which only re-emphasizes this whole underlying idea of Porsche selling himself to and now being owned by the Theerapanyakuls. Korn says he’d love for Porsche to be happy with them, even though he didn’t even want to be there – 1) do you say the same thing to his mom in her garrett? and 2) if you really wanted him to be happy, maybe you could have done something about covering all those debts while he and Chay were growing up, hmm? Everyone who isn’t Korn is clearly uncomfortable during all this – including Kinn, who starts to make some kind of protest that Korn ignores in favor of smiling in delight at how well his plans have worked out to trap this latest fly in his web. We close out the episode with Korn upping the creepy ante by sending everyone away so he can rest, by which he means make Chan play chess with him while he gloats in satisfaction over how all the pieces are now in place so they can start. But sure, he’s just an old man in poor health. Uh-huh.

Close on Ep 1 at 59 minutes.

[sebsxphia]

Sebbie.......it's official......college!rhett is living in my head, rent free as of this morning (lol). I don't know if it's just the pics or what but the thots have gotten out of control lately.

But imagine waking up one morning after staying the night with Rhett and the rest of the frat house. You and Rhett were the only ones sober enough (because Rhett was recovering from a really bad 24 hour bug and if he drank any kind of booze, he'd be hurling his guts up the whole night) so you both head downstairs to make everybody a homemade hangover breakfast. Sure as shit, you can't cook breakfast without Rhett rubbing the raging hard-on packed into his Wranglers against your thigh while he's got you pinned against the stove (I read this in a fic somewhere but I can't remember the fic or the author).

If you've had a really stressful day or you've been doing work study at the greenhouse on campus and you're all sore, Rhett will lead you up to his room, lay you on his bed and make the room all sexy so he can give you a massage (lol). Afterwards, he'll run you a hot bath and if he's in it with you?? He's trying out the mating press just to see how it feels.

Hot out or town is in the middle of a heat wave?? Rhett and his frat bros literally build a big old ice pit in the backyard, or better yet, they take you and some of their girls out to the reservoir and they build a big tarp slide into the water for body and boogie-board sliding. You always get first dibs since you're the First Lady Of The Frat but you lost your top as soon as you hit the water but Rhett came right back up with it between his teeth (lol).

Oh and if you took the path through the woods to get to the house?? It's probably tick season and Rhett has all but rammed it into the guys' heads that they'd better check themselves if they go traipsing in the woods and he emphasizes the same with you. You went through the woods but you weren't sure that you had checked everything, so Rhett brings you up to his room for a full on pussy inspection to make sure you're good (he even has a kit under the bed for it along with a special oil mix to kill the ticks, lol).

Sorry Sebbie I can't help it, this is now living rent free in my head (lol).

PLEASE DON’T APOLOGISE MY LOVE BECAUSE I LOVEEEEE COLLEGE RHETT WOOF WOOF WOOF

omg these thoughts and thots are all so good! i’m especially dying at rhett coming up from the water with your bikini top in between his teeth 😵‍💫 it reminds me of those vids of lew jumping from some cliffs? yall remember those? his hair dripping wet with a smirk on his lips. ohhhh my god!

and the pussy inspections! you know how to get me good my love! obviously rhett just uses it as an excuse to give your cunt a good inspection <3

thank you so much for all of these my love! 💌

[opieghoul]

17 Questions for 17 People

Tagged ages ago by @starry-skies-hazy-eyes. Sorry it took me so long! 😅

Nickname: I mean I have a few but the main ones are Opal, Opie, Lex, Lexi, and Alex

Zodiac: Virgo baybee

Height: 5'11 to 6'0 depending on which doctor you ask

Last thing I googled: Tangier. I'm watching Only Lovers Left Alive and that's the city Eve lives in, so I wanted to see which country it's located in

Song stuck in my head: Enjoy the Silence by Depeche Mode

Number of people you follow: Oh jfc it's been so long, hold on -looks- 1,210 and probably over half of them are dead and abandoned lol

Amount of sleep you get: 6-7 hours on a work day if I don't decide to go full gremlin but now that I work super early mornings again, I've been passing out by like 6pm lmao

Lucky numbers: 7 & 8 because why not?

Dream job: I mean it used to be makeup artistry but Sephora formally dimmed that light for me for the foreseeable future (read: retail is trash), so I'm in limbo on what I wanna do. It would be nice to get into a university and work to become an art teacher though!

What are you currently wearing: Black cotton shorts with white piping and a black tshirt that reads "Thou shalt not try me. -mood 24:7" in that super goth ancient english font

Movies/books that summarize me: Uh, none that I can think of would summarize me but I love movies like Only Lovers Left Alive, Encanto, Memoirs of a Geisha and things like that along with books that fall into the sapphic and/or fantasy category so? I guess gay, nerdy and spooky?

What is your favorite instrument: I can't play any to save my life but electric guitars will always have my heart

Favorite song right now: Ohhhh you can't do this to me! Ok so the few that get played on loop currently would be Enjoy the Silence (Depeche Mode), In My Side (Vision Video Band), Dark Nights (Dorothy), Innocence (Halestorm), Good Girl (Morganne), Now or Never (Meet Me @ The Altar), Labour (Paris Paloma), and My Goodbye (Jorge Rivera-Harris)

Describe your aesthetic: Goth lmao. More specifically some weird combo between witchy goth, pinup/mortcia-esque goth, and goth metal depending on the day. Witchy and casual goth outweigh the others however

Favorite author: I'm just getting back into reading, so I'll have to update you later

Favorite animal noise: The little squeak animals make when they yawn and those little tiny whines when they want your attention

Random fact about myself: I can sing pretty well but I'll absolutely never let anyone but my best friend hear it bc stage fright

I tag: Ok so I don't have a whole 17 people to tag in this, so I'll tag the few I can think of (note: You're literally under zero obligation to do this if you're tagged) and leave it open to anyone else who wants to give it a go, SO- @robotswilcry @jetpackdolphin @silver-sass @ephemeraltea @beautiful-flower22 @needleslace @padawanton @awsome-space-dragon @shynerdywitch @probably-a-mermaid

[ramblinganthropologist]

N7 Month 24 1 - Poetry

Summary: Everyone has a type of music they like. What's poetry to one is dead hipster stuff to another. But hey, boyfriends don't have to agree on everything.

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There was nothing like the universe literally being on fire from threat of total extinction to make paperwork pleasant in comparison.

Well, almost… he still hated it.

Alistair frowned as he glanced at the screen, eyes feeling heavy. For the last few hours, he had been doing his best to catch up on things while they drifted through FTL travel on the way back to the Citadel. He had a mild headache from it, but it wasn’t bad enough to require medicine. Sometimes, having something to focus on helped.

What also helped was being in his quarters. Right then, he had his favorite playlist on. Energetic music filled the room, giving him a bit of energy as he continued to type out reports of the latest planet full of Reapers and what they had found there. It was still pretty grim work, but the upbeat tunes helped him keep going.

“And… done.” He clicked save, sighing in relief. “One down, thirty to go…”

Make that thirty one – an email popped up on his screen from someone else needing something out of him. It made his head hurt, but it was on the Citadel. Once he was done checking up on other things, it be next on his list. So, onto his omni-tool it went for later.

He was going to be busy once they touched down… so much for checking on his niece.

There would’ve been time to brood on that, but his concentration was broken by the dinging of the elevator. Alistair cocked an eyebrow as he turned in his chair to glance at the door. It slid open, and soon followed the sound of talons on metal.

“Garrus? I thought you were still on duty.”

The turian shook his head as the door closed behind him. “Did you see what time it is, Al?”

Alistair’s eyebrows knit together as he glanced at his omni-tool. Much to his displeasure, it was far later than he had expected. He had officially been off duty for about an hour and hadn’t even realized it. That was the weird thing about FTL travel – he lost all track of time when there wasn’t anything to look at except the swirls of energy.

“Guess time got away from me.” He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry, babe.”

Garrus shook his head as he held out his hand. “Need help getting up? I have no idea how you do that for so long without going insane.”

Normally, he would’ve gotten up on his own. After all, his knees were fine – they were barely a year old. Yet, he couldn’t turn the turian down as he took his hand and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. Sometimes, it was just nice to be there with him.

“Thanks, Garrus.” He leaned up to kiss him on the mandible – the scarred one. “How’d your work go?”

Together, they headed over to the couch in the room and settled in. The bed wasn’t too far, but the energy was all wrong for that. He was too tired for that sort of thing anyway, and no doubt his boyfriend felt the same. It had been a long day, and a longer night before. Maybe the next time they were off duty, but not that night.

“Everything is blowing up, so no surprises there. I have a lot to look into once we touch down on the Citadel.” Garrus sighed in response. Meanwhile, Alistair leaned on his shoulder, curling up next to him. “How about you?”

He sighed too. “Pretty much the same. My to-do list is insane right now and it’s getting longer by the hour.”

“Never a dull moment then. At least we won’t get bored.”

Alistair would’ve loved being bored if that meant there were no Reapers around to ruin the universe. If they survived this, he would never complain about it again. Hell, he’d welcome the chance to just sit around and do nothing. Of course, that would require surviving first, and on most days that was a pretty big maybe.

Not a giant maybe, but a pretty big one, nonetheless.

Thanks to the brief silence that stretched between them, his playlist came through loud and clear. Alistair couldn’t help but hum along – it was one of his favorite songs from his absolute number one group. Something about it always made him feel like he could do anything, even beat the Reapers.

Which was funny – the unit was from the early 2020’s. Humanity hadn’t exactly gotten too far with manned expeditions to space back then.

Next to him, Garrus shook his head. “Idol music again?”

Alistair rolled his eyes in response. “What’s wrong with it?”

The turian chuckled a little in response. “It’s for teenage girls. Dead teenage ones at that – do you listen to anything from this century?”

That made Alistair sit up, though it wasn’t from being insulted. He knew he was something of an anachronistic hipster – or at least that was what his foster brother had called him years ago when he had still been a minor. Then it had been an insult, but now he took it as a strange badge of honor.

“I do, but this is my favorite.” His favorite member of the group broke into a solo as he spoke – he loved her lines, especially when paired with guitar. “Like Ray right there. She’s telling the whole universe to fuck off if it gets in their way. I need that kind of energy right now.”

Garrus still chuckled. “Yeah, it’s real poetry.”

That made him roll his eyes again as he nudged the turian in the side. “Oh? And what do you listen to that’s so much better than my dead teenage girl music?”

Just for that, he shut off his playlist. He might not have been the biggest supporter of his long-dead idols, but he was still a fan. Besides, part of him was curious as to what his boyfriend listened to when he was alone. That was the kind of things couples discussed, right?

Not that he had experience in the matter… but he was doing his best.

“Well, if you insist.” Garrus’s talons were soon tapping on the screen of his omni-tool, taking control of the sound system for a moment. Alistair waited, trying to predict what he was going to hear once he was done.

He didn’t seem like a pop fan, so that was out. Maybe rock? Did turians rap or was that impossible with their vocals. Maybe –

Loud music with a steady beat brought him out of his reverie. The song had a heavy electronic edge, and he didn’t really hear much in the ways of vocals. The beat was what he really noticed more than anything else as he sat there, trying to work it out.

Where had he heard it before… wait…

“Don’t they play this in Purgatory?”

Garrus nodded and lowered the volume somewhat so they could hear themselves speak. Still, the beat remained, faster than his heart. “Yeah, probably. I usually listen to it when I’m getting ready for a firefight.”

Alistair snorted in response. “You listen to club music before you shoot people?”

“Not a lot of people lately, Al.” Fair enough. “But yeah. What’s wrong with that?”

He shook his head. “Just that it’s hilarious you make fun of my lyrics when yours barely has any at all.”

It wasn’t as if it was a bad song – though it definitely wasn’t something he would listen to if given the choice. He could see why Garrus might use it to pump himself up before a fight, odd as it was. But it wasn’t exactly something he’d enjoy putting on a playlist.

Not exactly inspiring stuff…

“The beat is the point, you’re supposed to dance to it.”

That made him snort again. “Yeah, but you’re not exactly dancing when you’re lining up a shot, unless you’re counting the geth as your dance partners. The battlefield isn’t exactly a club.”

Garrus shook his head too. “You’ve never even been in a club before.”

And before Alistair could shoot back, he added, “When you weren’t wearing armor and packing heat.”

…

Ok, harsh. Fair, but harsh. Still, Alistair rolled his eyes again as he settled back to just sitting on the couch. The song was about to reach the drop – see, he knew that much – which meant he was probably going to get a headache.

“I went during shore leave with Bo once or twice.”

Garrus’ mandible twitched. “Oh, you did? Did you break out your patented dance moves?”

Alistair nudged him in the side again. “How that rumor started, I’ll never know. And no, the music was giving me a headache. A drunk guy wound up hitting on me anyway when I got up to go to the bathroom.”

His unit had loved hearing that thanks to the fact that he had been even less muscular back when he was younger. It was no surprise the man had thought he was a woman, but… ugh, even thinking about it made him grumble.

Wonder if that guy was still alive with the Reapers and all…

“Did Bo knock him into next week?”

That made Alistair chuckle. “No, I held her back. He had enough embarrassment from finding out he tried to get with a guy.”

That made Garrus chuckle too, which was much more enjoyable to hear than the song he had playing. Even better, he paused the music and blissful silence filled the room again. The ghost of the beat still remained – he was going to be hearing it for a while. With any luck, it wouldn’t follow him into his sleep.

He had enough nightmares as it was.

“Well, we can always go back when we get to the Citadel. Purgatory isn’t too bad.” Garrus let out a thoughtful note. “They at least play better music than Afterlife did.”

The thought made Alistair stick out his tongue. “Don’t let Aria hear you say that; she’s already mad she got kicked out and I’m the one who has to deal with her.”

“I’m serious. If you’ve got time, we can go when we’re finished with our to-do lists.” His boyfriend nudged him. “I won’t even make you dance with me.”

Good – Purgatory had a lot of Alliance members milling about. The last thing they needed to start was a rumor about the so-called “Shepard shuffle” joked about on the Normandy. Really, he had no idea how they had gotten that idea; it wasn’t like he ever danced around on ship.

“My to-do list is pretty long, Garrus.” His omni-tool was weighed down by it. “But… maybe. I’ll let you know when I finish up.”

He fell back to the turian’s side, resting his head once again against his shoulder. When he closed his eyes, he could feel the Normandy shifting through FTL. Before it had bothered him, but in the moment it soothed his frayed nerves. Apparently, dealing with the Reapers was a balm to his motion sickness. Who knew?

But it sounded like he had a date if he finished up in time… talk about motivation. All he had to do was try to save the world beforehand.

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“Hey, Al. Still sleeping, I see.”

The hospital room was quiet, save for the beeping of the machines keeping check on his boyfriend’s vitals. The beep was steady and quiet and had been for over a month. He wasn’t a medic, but he could tell by then that there hadn’t been any change since the last time he had come to visit.

Garrus settled into the chair next to Alistair’s bed. This one was on the left so he had access to the man’s remaining hand. Early on, he had made that mistake – it wasn’t exactly useful to grasp onto what was left of his arm.

Maybe later, once he was up, they could work on that.

The turian sighed as he glanced over at his boyfriend. There were less bandages, but he still hadn’t woken up since they had gone to Earth in order to finish the fight with the Reapers. Whatever he had done to destroy them on the Citadel, it had knocked him firmly on his ass. Even a month later, and he still hadn’t woken up.

Worst of all, the doctors weren’t sure when he was going to return to consciousness. The unsaid part he heard loud and clear – they didn’t even know if he was going to wake up at all. They talked about the damage his amp had done, and if there might be brain damage, and what his cracked skull might do to him. In the end, they said all they could do was wait and allow his battered body to heal.

So there was nothing but the beeping of the machines and his shallow breathing.

Garrus had grown to hate that silence more than anything else. Sometimes, if Bo had been there earlier, the TV was on and playing either baseball or an episode of the Bachelor. The baseball he could understand given Alistair was a fan of perhaps the worst team in the entire league, but he didn’t understand the other choice.

Maybe she was the one watching it? She didn’t seem the type either… but that was besides the point. There was no baseball or manufactured drama to provide some kind of noise to focus on over the sounds of the hospital.

Thus, it was time to make his own noise.

“I got this from your computer when we returned to the Normandy. I’m pretty sure you said this Ray girl was your favorite when we talked about it the last time. You had it marked down as a solo album?”

He pressed play on his omni-tool and high energy rock music filled the room. The singing was in another human language, but his translator still did the work for him as well as it did when Alistair spoke. Songs were always harder to translate than speech, but he got the gist well enough.

Something about spite being motivation and giving the finger to the entire universe?

“You should listen to your favorite singer, Al.” His voice grew quiet as he continued to listen to the music. “It’s too quiet without you. The whole universe wants to give you medals, and here you are lying in bed.”

They weren’t the only ones. Within the pocket of his jumpsuit, a small circle of metal was burning a hole. He had fashioned it from part of the Normandy too gone to repair and put back on the ship, so no one was going to miss it. The hard part had been the sizing, but having a comatose boyfriend was great for that. It was the only upside to the whole thing.

Garrus sighed as he settled in for another long visit, at least glad for the music keeping him company. It wasn’t bad, honestly. As many times as he had played it for Alistair, he was starting to pick his own favorites out of the group. He liked the light blue one – she was the closest in the group to what he would’ve listened to on his own.

His own music was still better, but this… wasn’t terrible.

“Come on, Al… Bo said the pennant race was starting up soon.” He shook his head. “I have no idea what that means, but I guess it’s important. You’re going to need to explain it to me once you wake up.”

It was hard to have a conversation with someone in a coma, so Garrus lapsed into silence after that. All the while, the guitar-heavy music and the sound of a long-dead singer filled the air, calling for the listener to keep spitefully going on. If ever there was a soundtrack Alistair needed to hear while he recovered, it was this one.

Until he woke up, he would keep playing it. All he could hope was that his boyfriend was enjoying the playlist.

[heartshattering]

Wtf even was last night? I couldn't sleep until after 7 AM and it was only because I took another half of my prescription sleep pill, otherwise I'm sure I would've made it to 24+ hours no sleep (I was full of non-stop anxiety) and I would've kept doing the compulsive behavior I do specifically at nighttime/early morning before I sleep that keeps me out of bed for hours.

I am just feeling bad all over and I'm not even sure where to start or what to do. Dealing with my mom is a pain, she's definitely what set me off last night, but there's way more to it than just that. She was the final push for me last night when it came to S-H-ing but there's been a lot making me feel disgusting and terrible and too overwhelmed to exist.

I don't like my environment and I really need a clean and organized space, but this is one of those cases where traditional cleaning advice isn't really helping much... like I'm sorry but putting on happy music to clean my room isn't going to make me feel any better when the sight of all the piles of clutter in my room literally makes me freeze up and just want to vomit on my floor. I don't even know how to begin tackling it.

My schedule is all messed up and I know I'm not living "right". I'm taking more pills for sleep and stomach issues and chronic pain than I usually need to take because my anxiety and insomnia have been skyrocketing which affects me physically too, and even then, I'm still having a ton of trouble with functioning, even at the bare minimum.

I really feel like a zombie. I'm wrecking my insides (as if gallstones weren't bad enough) and it feels like I'm literally poisoning myself. I'm not "abusing" meds (I'm not taking more than what's prescribed to me or getting high from them or anything, I write down everything I take to make sure I'm not taking too much, even OTC meds and vitamins, and I check medication interactions if I'm ever unsure about anything... better safe than sorry). But at one point I was weaning off my meds so it sucks being back on the full dose and still sleeping like utter shit thanks to my anxiety being so severe. I had a (shitty) psychiatrist I only saw one time who told me I wouldn't be able to sleep without shooting horse tranquilizers into my veins and tbh every day it feels more and more true.

I have headaches, fatigue, pain, and stomach problems every day. I'm trying to push through and do things that would maybe help be productive but I never feel comfortable. There's been at least 3 days this month where my panic has made me feel like I'm physically dying.

I really need help, I realize that I do. This is too much for me to handle on my own and I've tried to reach out before but I always get pushed away. I really do feel like one day I'll just randomly drop dead like the nurse told me. I'm handling things so badly and not coping well but I just don't know how to balance every single thing at once with no help from anyone at all and while feeling both mentally and physically sick all the time.

I can't stick to routines, I have a million things I need to do, and all I end up doing is panicking and taking pills and getting yelled at by my mom. I don't know how to deal with things in a "healthy" way anymore and it's like watching a car crash happen before my eyes.

[shakespearerants]

Reblogging bc long answer, I hope this is ok!

So, as someone who couldn't eat anything (not a hyperbole) for about 3 months straight and then had to relearn how to food, here are my main tips that worked for me:

- don't eat normal portions. You literally can't and if you're anything like me won't be able to for a while yet. Divorce yourself from the idea that you have to immediately.

- when eating focus on calorie-heavy stuff. Literally if your body can digest it, pick your foods like you're being paid by the kilo gained. Completely ignore anything with diet on the label. You're not going to be able to go back to your 'before' portion sizes any time soon, make sure your calorie needs are met despite that.

- if your stomach still feels sensitive: pretend you're relearning to eat like a baby. Chew everything a million times. Smoothies are your friend, also chew these. I ate literal, actual baby food for about half a year, can recommend. Steam your veggies. Avoid things you know irritate your stomach, also fiber heavy stuff like lentils, beans, cabbage, etc.

- don't force it. It took me about 2 years to get back to my 'before' portions. Listen to your body. It you feel full, stop eating. If you don't, keep going. If you force it you'll just get stomach cramps (at best).

- eat multiple times a day. Always be snacking. Your stomach is smaller but your body still needs those calories. I was pretty much hungry 24/7 the first few years after my Hunger Period™. I ate about every 2 hours and probably consumed about as much food as the rest of my family with 3 square meals a day. Accommodate yourself.

- always carry a snack with you. Recommend: little single packed cakes, cookies, hard-boiled candy, etc. Basically something with lots and lots of calories you can carry around in your pocket.

- warm water or fennel-anisseed-carawayseed tea with a meal also helps against stomach pain from just eating.

- if you eat meat, make yourself a big batch of bone broth (chicken, beef, lamb - doesn't matter, as long as the gelatin is IN THERE) and drink a cup of that or make yourself soup if you're having a bad stomach day.

- if you're still having pain or just feel bad with food at the moment, it may be a good idea to do warm, mushy and easy to digest for a while. No raw fruit or veg, no red meat, careful with animal fat and dairy products, everything stewed to mush, and no cold things. Basically pre-digested meals that are slimy, sorry, I know this sounds gross. Things like oatmeal, congee, mashed potatoes and carrots, vegetable stews, etc. And then slowly add in "firmer" stuff like a little bit of sauteed veg or a few apple slices. Basically get your digestion back on track and then look at the amount of food you're digesting.

- exercise gently before or after a meal. When I say gently I mean take a slow walk around the block. I found my intestines often needed a little bit of help getting into motion, and walking for about 10 mins at a gentle pace did the trick for me.

- for immediate relief after "overeating": chew on some fennel or caraway seeds. Also a gentle belly massage often brings relief. Just slowly drag the palm of your hand from about 15 cm over your belly button (where your ribcage stops) straight down to your belly button and repeat, making sure to use only minimal pressure. Basically pet your belly.

hey'all, serious question

so i'm a pretty sick guy and i've been in recovery for about a month now (constant nausea and vomiting were the main symptoms) and because of those symptoms i just... didn't eat. unfortunately now i'm facing the problem of my stomach having shrunk, and now eating normal portions is literally Awful™ and i get disgustingly full super fast. does anyone know how to combat this?