#symptoms of survival

[housewarningparty]

Symptoms of Survival - Dying Wish (Sharptone Records, 2023)

[pluralhottakes]

Its entirely okay to be happy with being a system and we will never understand why that's so controversial

Why would we hate eachother when we know each of us is the reason we're still alive? We saved eachother! Ofcourse we're going to be pretty proud of that!

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[grimaldiapologist]

woke up three hours ago and all I've done is roll around in bed thinking about the Roman Empire

[ash-and-starlight]

throwing this into the void but who knows. tumblr knowledge is vast and mysterious. is anyone here good with plants?? i have a little monstera deliciosa in a vase with water, it was thriving before but a couple of weeks ago its leaves started yellowing and dying and idk what to do, light and temperature conditions haven’t changed and i change the water + clean the vase once a week blease my son…. he’s very sick.,,,

[tara-the-quiet-bookworm-2016]

Never Let You Go Yandere! Soap x Female Reader Chapter One

Summary- MW III Au. In Which Soap survives though is injured and has to spend time recovering in the med bay, it is there that he meets you. A young, bright eyed nurse who spends the next few months helping him recover. And as you do so Soap soon finds himself fixating on you, that fixation soon turns to an obsession as Soap soon realizes that he wants nothing more than for you to be his.

And vows that he will not stop until you are his. You, however, have no idea that something is wrong until people around you start disappearing and you begin to feel like your being watched. But don't worry, Y/N Soap won't let anyone hurt you. You belong to him, and he's going do everything in his power to make you realize that...

Authors Notes- Here I am back again with yet another Yandere Cod fic. This time featuring Soap. Who in this fic is a wee bit unhinged. And as you can gather by now I like to mention any and all trigger warnings in the AN. So this chapter is gonna be kinda mellow it'll only feature some stalking and obsessive thoughts.

If none of this is your cuppa tea then this is where we part ways. But I'll remember our time fondly. Now that we got THAT out of the way here is the first Chapter to Never Let You Go. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter One.

It had been months. Months since Price and the rest of the 141 dragged his lifeless body from that tunnel after Makarov had shot him. But somehow, someway Soap had survived. Though he was far from out of the woods as the moment, and now he was here stuck in this medical facility, and was slowly on the mend. Emphasis on slowly. But it wasn't all bad Soap thought, Price along with Gaz and Ghost all made regular visits to see him and catch him up on things. Mainly what they've been doing while he was down an out. Sadly, it seemed while he was here Makarov was still on the loose.

That seemed to sour his mood on more than one occasion. No matter, Soap thought as he lay back down when visiting hours were over and the rest of the 141 had left to return to their own quarters, all except for Price who Soap knew would spend the night burning the midnight oil in his office. No doubt going over reports and other such things hoping to pin down Makarov's location and put a stop to him once and for all. Though Soap would be lying if he said he didn't want to be the one to put him down. Soap owed him that much. But alas just his luck he wasn't ready to leave. Yet.

And honestly? Soap thought, as he peered out the window of the room he was staying in to look out at the lone nurse scribbling something in her clipboard, a look of concentration etched on her features. Having you around made everything so much more bearable. You, the young nurse, who was still rather wet behind the ears had been his constant companion during his stay. Making sure he was feeling all right, helping him with the blinding headaches he often had to everything else that was expected of you in your job.

And sure, a small part of Soap knew that you were just doing your job. But he couldn't help but think that maybe just maybe you fancied him, and if you did well the feeling was mutual. As Soap found himself growing rather attached to you. You made him feel....

Soap chewed on his bottom lip, trying to find the right words to put to these feelings when it came to you, he knew he liked you perhaps more than he liked anyone. You had treated him with nothing but kindness even when he wasn't at his best because of his injury. When he would find himself not in control of himself, and ended up spewing some of the most vile stuff he could think with on control.

Only to realize soon after what had happened, leaving him mortified. And while most people would have left you stood by his side, a sweet smile on your lips as he told him it was nothing, that it wasn't his fault as you placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. And he felt your warmth washing over him at your touch. How could someone like you be so patient? So kind? Just watching you made his heart flutter as he recalled the times when you would come in on your breaks to sit beside him. A novel in hand, which was soon forgotten as the two of you chatted. You telling him everything and anything that not only interested you and what happened in your life, while trying to keep him up to date on what was going on outside his room.

His heart fluttering as you laughed at his jokes, as you pay attention to his needs. Now he was grateful for the rest of the 141 coming to him once in a while but you brough him comfort. Feeling his gaze on you, you look up from the clipboard you were writing on to meet his gaze, a look of concern on your face as you put the clipboard down and step into his room.

"Are you all right?" You asked, moving to his side.

Soap merely chuckled. "Sorry, bonnie. Just lost in thought is all." He told you, the corner of his mouth turning upwards.

You smiled down at him. "What are you thinking about?" You asked.

"I was just wondering what was going to happen to me if...when I'm able to leave this place." He told you.

And that brought another worry to his mind, what was going to happen to him if he recovered enough. Would he still be apart of the Taskforce? Or would be been forced to leave? And if so what would he do if he couldn't see you again?

No!

Soap shoved those thoughts from his head as he looked to you. Noting you looking tense, before relaxing that same sweet smile on your lips as you move closer. "Don't worry about it, I'm sure with time and a little more patience you'll be back in the field kicking ass and taking names." You told him.

Soap had to smirk at that. Taking a moment to look you over, taking in the nurses outfit you and everyone else here had to wear, but on you it looked absolutely perfect. And Soap wasn't going to lie he often wondered what you wore under it, often entertained the idea of sliding his hand up your thigh to push the skirt up to see what type of underwear you wore, if you wore underwear. But had more than once stopped himself, the last thing he wanted to do was scare you away.

"Tell you what." Soap said, resting his head on his pillow, exhaustion slowly creeping up on him. "How about when I get out of here I take you out from drinks as thanks for all your help. That sound good?" He asked.

At that you worried at your bottom lip again. "You don't have to worry about that. I'm just doing my job." You assure him.

"And what a wonderful job you've been doing." Soap said.

You flush at his words. "Thank you."

"But surely it won't hurt to go out once in a while for drinks. I mean I love how dedicated you are to work but life's short. Trust I should know mine was almost cut short so why not?" Soap insisted.

You were quiet for a moment. "Maybe, perhaps we'll see you still have a long ways."

"I'll hold you to it." Soap said, as his eyes drifted shut as sleep soon took him, the last thing he remembered was you pulling the covers over him and whispering goodnight to him.

Months Later.

Months had pass and by a miracle Soap had recovered, and soon was allowed to leave the medical wing. And in all that time Soap was constantly haunted by thoughts of you long after you had gone.

In his defense he tried to forget about you, tried to move on, even Ghost, Gaz, and Price had told him the same when he would ramble on and on about you. Ghost telling him to leave you alone, Price agreeing with him. But Soap only scoffed, easier said than done. He often found him spending his free time lurking around the medical wing watching you. That was how he had found out about your plans with several other medical staff and soldiers, and now he was lurking in the shadows of the pub, watching you. Anger swelling as he watched as one of the male soldiers pulled you to his chest.

And rather than pull away you let out a laugh, sure, he knew your were rather drunk but still seeing you against him send waves of anger through his body. It took all he had not to rush towards you and pull you away from him. But he stopped himself, a new thought forming in his messed up mind. He knew his little obsession with you clearly wasn't going anywhere, and why should it?

Whenever he was with you he felt like his old self, and to see you with someone aside from from him made him see red. Soap leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, hands clenched leaving crescent shaped marks on his biceps as he watched you laugh and joke around, batting your eyes at several other men you were with. And as he watched this Soap felt a headache begin to form, pushing himself off the wall he stepped out of the pub and out into the cool night air.

Taking a deep breath he looked up at the night sky. He wouldn't give up he would have you, he wouldn't rest until he had you. Walking away he stuffed his hands into his pockets. He would let you enjoy your freedom...for now...

Authors Notes- And thus concludes Chapter one of my newest CoD Yandere fic. I hope you enjoyed it. Safe to Soap is a little bit unhinged. But it should make things fun, right?

[kacievvbbbb]

This is very Crocodile I think.

I can imagine him saying this to Mihawk trying to recruit him, trying to justify himself and his actions to a man that has never felt the need to justify any singular action he has ever taken in his life and was already going to join soley on the grounds he’d get paid to fuck up the marines day and a good bottle of wine.

Or even just saying it offhandedly to Daz Bones, his most loyal servant, as a kind of unneeded explanation during the initial planning of Alabaster’s down fall.

[furiousgoldfish]

every resource ever: you need to learn to deal with conflict and not run away from it

me in a conflict: I have already lost control of myself because my body thinks we're about to die and freeze/fawn/flight response had already taken over, I am shaking and I can't control my words, and I will now take 2 months recovery and that is IF I actually get out of this alive

[puppyeared]

adhd comix

[rubypomegranates]

"Acceptance isn’t about making you weak from the battle of fighting your disease; it’s about building a smart and capable foundation from which a relapse can’t knock you down.”

Ilana Jacqueline “Surviving and Thriving with an Invisible Chronic Illness: How to Stay Sane and Live One Step Ahead of Your Symptoms”

[its-isabela]

Been thinking about this for a while, but I think one of the greatest improvements you can make while having ADHD is to let go of your stigma and pride into fitting the neurotypical world. And I first noticed how important this is when I was searching stuff that can help me with my ADHD. I was taught all my life that gadgets and items like dishwashers, electric toothbrushes, etc. were for "lazy people". It took me a long time to unlearn and realize that these sayings are actually coming from a neurotypical and ableist point of view. I think you guys get it, but the point is: some of these items are actually helpful. Many of us suffer with executive dysfunction and other symptoms. Buy that roomba. Buy that salad cutter so it can help prepare your meals. Search "ADHD Friendly houses" so you can view methods and items that can help organize your lifestyle. Of course personal preference/income comes along into organizing/buying things, but there's a lot of useful stuff. Your wellbeing is more important than fitting in the neurotypical standards.

[happyk44]

Plot twist: demigods not being able to use ADHD meds because of whatever reason, I can't remember (monsters were secretly making them or something?? Or do ADHD meds just not exist in PJO canon, like I do not recall them ever being brought up 😂), was actually the result of some Apollo child who got really into the natural health movement and started preaching to other demigods about not taking vaccines or pharmaceuticals and really pressed the idea of herbalist medicine, and since some of demigod healing magic DOES include using different "natural" ingredients (natural to them, maybe, but not always to us regular ol' mortals) it caught on like wildfire, and, now, if any kid shows up to camp on ADHD meds, they're immediately razed for trying inhibit their natural survival instincts.

meanwhile this poor kid is just "um, I did not get the hyperactive ADHD, I got the inattentive one and before I started taking these pills I would legit almost get hit by cars all the time because I'd straight up cross roads without looking, so please gimme my meds, I will not be able to learn how to fight without them because I will 100% get distracted by my own internal monologue and zone out completely from what you're saying, and also my ability to process information is severely delayed so if a monster starts trying to kill me, it will definitely get a few good whacks in before I understand what's happening, unless I take my frigging meds"

[mylittleredgirl]

great news for mylittleredgirl survival enthusiasts: i stopped taking that stimulant med today and now at 5 pm i can finally sit up without feeling like my heart or eyes will explode :) unfortunately not taking it also means the severe fatigue is back so i don't want to sit up anyway. still a net positive i suppose.

[locaboa99]

covid sucks. at least the worst is over...

[ruiningthesoup]

I find it a bit frustrating that the user base on tumblr has finally clocked on to the idea that posting online is Not Activism and that we have to do something irl, but refuses to popularise knowledge about how to organise (in communities, around campaigns etc) and replicates many of the barriers to organising by positing that not having all the information about a subject is a good reason to disengage lest you should repeat some semantic error.

LISTEN TO ME. YOU WILL LEARN MORE THEORY AND BUILD SUPPORT NETWORKS BY TURNING UP TO A MEETING AND ASKING SOME QUESTIONS. reading theory online is fine and even good! but your political education is not an isolated event! you can and should learn from other people where possible and make up your own mind based on material realities IN ADDITION TO scholarly thought.

sometimes you might be wrong. sometimes you might change your mind based on new information. these are not factors that should stop you from opening your mind to working with others in search of a collectivised future

[dunmeshiminimumwage]

[asteria7fics]

Hi Teri! I hope you're having a relaxing day and getting better!

Hello again, my friend!

Unfortunately I am once again at work, which is where I've been all weekend. Late stage capitalism, amiright?

Thankfully I've been pumping my body full of DayQuil and it's been getting me through, and I'm off for two days after this shift so I can finally get some real rest.

I appreciate the check-in! Sorry for the less than stellar news ahaha.