so...rem(ember) when i thought being parasidic ( which i AM the goddamn parasite, try it AGAIN, you trick ass bitch! ), a shitdick my neck, my back-teria ( hi teri xx ) infection and wanted to get so deep into my unfinished insane asylum ( but v sexc, sank ya VERY much! ) fanfiction i accidentally ate a light bulb ( like, Lighten Up! Damn! ) and raw-dogged life so i could be punk af and #metal like baevenstan and Hard As A Mothafucka like jk-47 and i thought that was the WORST THING that could possibly happen to me????? WEEEELLL...
everyone...is gonna have to be extra extra nice to me, kiss uncle nina on the cheek ( not YOU God!!!! you!!!!! yOU!!! can kiss my ASS CHEEK AND SUCK MY MASSIVE FUCKIN RINGALADONG BITCh!!! )
and give me a pass on being Jennifer Slowpez at answerin my asks ( my brothers in christ...is That why that shit takes me fkn FIVEVER??? uuuUUuglLY!!! take it BACK, FRAUD!!! QUICKLY!!! ) and my writing being so Shit lately, that even the TOLIET won't take it...
bECaauSE...haha…
my mri came my neck ( myneck! ) my bACk ( myback! ),
i have a Benign...Uncle Wo(Men)Ninagioma, i guess... :)
my necK, MY WHACKKKKKKKKK!!!
LICK MY FUCKIN ASS CRACK LIKE qhwhAT THGEFU-
i mean...Sick! <3
Slay OLAY! xx Thx G-MAN! :*
-- so no head? ;)
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36 - dys+tammy
36. Your eyes heavy, nightmares robbing you of sleep
"I just... you look like, um, you haven't... you haven't been sleeping?"
Well, she's not wrong. His dumb room's too quiet, now that he's tried sleeping outside the walls. No animal noises or rustling leaves or anything, just metal walls and not even his sister's snuffling breaths for company, nowadays. Just him, alone, in the dark.
But he doesn't wanna explain that. Especially not to Tammy, of all people, who's standing over him with a worried little frown and would probably think he was like, afraid of the dark or something dumb like that. Instead Dys just shrugs a half-shoulder and sinks a little deeper into his beanbag chair
"O-oh," says Tammy, twisting one pigtail around her finger as she glances down at her feet. "Um... well.... Sometimes, when the kids in the creche can't sleep, they like to drink something warm? Especially if--"
"I'm not a baby," he snaps, instantly, because Marz is always going on and on and on about what a dumb kid Dys is, whenever she sees him crying or whatever. He doesn't need it from Tammy, too.
But then she flinches, and too late he remembers that it's Tammy. Tammy who cries every single day, who won't even bother stepping outside the living quarters half the time because she's too scared. If there's anyone who won't make fun of Dys--who can't make fun of Dys--it's her.
He feels... kind of dumb. Not in the normal way, either. Bad in the way he feels when he's by himself and he sees Sol playing sportsball with everyone else, or like when Tang and Instance are off talking and Tang's smiling and Instance's smiling too. Stupid. He can't even figure out how to fix it.
"Sorry," whispers Tammy, hands fisting on her skirts. "I just... I mean, sometimes I have some too. Like, when I have really, really bad dreams.... I just...."
She trails off. The silence is awkward; Dys fidgets with the edges of his sleeves himself. "...Thanks," he manages, finally. "I'll, um... I'll try it, or something. I guess."
She blinks, brightens a little. "O-oh, okay!" Her smile is wobbling and still a little hesitant, but... it's better than her crying. "Um, I usually put some sugarbug syrup in mine, too. So...."
He nods, kind of awkwardly. She smiles at him, still a little shy, but before either of them have to say anything else there's a call of her name from the kitchens, and her head jerks over. "O-oh, that's... I'm coming, Auntie!"
She takes two quick steps and then stops dead, turns around and waves, before whirling back around and running off before Dys can even wave back. In the next moment she's gone, fast as a hopeye.
Dys watches her go before letting himself slump even further into his seat. A hot drink with sugarbug syrup. It sounds kind of babyish, and if Marz finds out he'll never hear the end of it, but.... There's a hot plate in his and Tang's room still, and he can nick a mug, and he's got his own sugarbugs.....
Maybe it would help. No one would even have to know. Or, well.... Dys glances back at the door Tammy ran through. At the very least, if he does try it and it works, he'll have to thank her.
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do you guys have any by|er fics that literally and actually Live In Your Head Rent-Free like they actually Changed you and you have never been the same since? fics tht you think abt and see so clearly in your head it's like you're remembering a tv show or movie scene? those fics where the characters' voices were so Strong tht u can still hear the dialogue in ur head?
bc for me it's undoubtedly Fight or Flight (I'd rather die). without spoiling anything, i see the final fight + onwards in my head SO. FUCKING. VIVIDLY. and it fucks every single time!!!!! literally the sexiest most horrific most gut-wrenching and positively fucking scrumptious scene(s) i've ever had the honor and privilege of reading. there's so much love in it. the good parts of love, the bad parts of love, the easy parts, the hard parts. i just. jesus fucking christ.
and then mike's interim pov that stuck with me because it was just So Canon!Mike and So Good tht it immediately seared itself into my brain as i read n as such i feel like i could recite it jus from memory alone. the fucking... the binder scene. THE BINDER SCENE. no words. shaking, crying, goosebumps flaring jus thinking abt it.
honestly i start thinking abt these fics n immediately my eyes start stinging i get a lump in my throat n i feel like tearing a chunk out of my phone with my own teeth. i just. fuc k ign . THEY'RE SO.......... UNBELIEVABLY FUCKING GOOD............... (SAID WHILE GRIPPING MY PHONE SO HARD IT SNAPS IN TWO)
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