#I'm stressed about this and I don't know why...

[wosospacegirl]

dinosaurs and...sex? - Alexia Putellas

Summary: Alexia's girlfriend is way too stressed out for her own good, so she puts matter into her own hands (fingers)

Word count: 2.2k

Warning: (+18) fingering and oral (r receiving) and at the end suggestive to oral (r giving) because we are all switches here at wosospacegirl

A/n: I think I've found my niche in fanfic and it's writing nerdy lesbian sex...sorry it's repetitive but it's just so fun to write them...

this is a scheduled post because I *actually* have a dinosaur test to study to and I don't have alexia to eat me out so--

..

"Can I come in, or are you still acting like a monster?" Alexia said from the doorway, leaning casually against the frame. She was holding something, but you couldn't quite see what, mostly because your eyes had stopped functioning after reading the word Mesozoic for the ninth time.

You had decided to go to university.

 And now you carry that burden every day. Every. Single. Day.

It was finals week, and you were an absolute wreck. You were so stressed that you had caught the worst cold ever known to humankind. Why your immune system gave up on you at the slightest sign of stress, you didn't know.

Alexia had taken care of you and made sure you rested. But of course, that meant you hadn't been able to study for three whole days.

And now here you were, at Alexi's house, sprawled across her bed, surrounded by books that were open at completely random pages, with class notes you didn't even remember taking.

Your eyes hurt. Your head hurts. Everything hurt. But mostly your soul, because you felt like you barely had one. Surely you had long lost it between the Jurassic and the Cretaceous period.

And when everything hurt, it made you angry, because you couldn't study the way you wanted to. And when you were angry, you were rude.

Alexia had shown up (to her room, in her house) and asked if the two of you shouldn't take a walk or do something relaxing. AKA: She was getting stressed from watching you mumble like a maniac about something called…Coelurosauria?

You, ever the sweet and understanding girlfriend, had snapped at her, questioning why the hell she was bothering you while you were studying.

It wasn't a "Hi, Alexia, I'm sorry, I can't talk right now."

It was a "Oh my fucking God, Alexia, can't you leave me alone for two whole minutes?"

Alexia–who was actually sweet and understanding– didn't say anything. She just stepped closer to where you were sitting, kissed the top of your head, and left a protein bar beside you before quietly walking away, probably heading for a lonely walk around Barcelona.

You cried while studying the skeleton of the Brachiosaurus because you felt guilty afterwards.

You didn't want to be mean, but finals brought out the worst in you. Still, Alexia wasn't the one to blame.

You knew Alexia was back when you heard the front door on the first floor opening and then closing. You heard her taking off her shoes and making her way upstairs.

You felt the mattress dip beside you, and when you turned around, Alexia was sitting there. You gave her your biggest, most apologetic eyes. 

"I'm sorry," you said, genuinely.

Alexia looked at you, cupped your jaw, and brought your mouth to hers. She kissed you sweetly. "It's okay," she murmured against your lips as you closed your eyes. 

"I know you get grumpy when you're overwhelmed with school. No need to say sorry."

"Yes, I do," you said, breaking the kiss and flopping back onto the bed, almost like a starfish. Your book was lying open beside you as you stared at the ceiling. "I was rude, that's not okay."

"It is okay," Alexia said, as she hovered above you, her hair tickling your cheek. "Because you sound hot when you're mad."

You rolled your eyes and pecked her lips. "Okay, now you're stretching."

"I'm serious," she said, getting off of you and sitting cross-legged at the end of the bed. "You pout and your brows furrow…It's like  exactly the face you make when you're about to cum–"

"Okay!" you interrupted, throwing your book at her, your face burning. Alexia could be so crude when she wanted to.  "No talking about sex, or–"

"--you cumming?" Alexia teased, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," you groaned. "This is literally the most boring subject ever. It doesn't pair well with dirty talk."

Alexia stayed quiet for a few seconds, and you took that as a sign to return to your notes and re-read them. You were lying on your stomach now,  your paper was spread out in front of you, when you felt Alexia climb on top of you and drop all of her weight onto your back.

Out of the sudden, you had a book to your face as well–your zoology and evolution of dinosaur book.

Alexia cheekily snatched your notes, and before you could complain, her voice filled the room as she read the book.

"Thyreophora, often known as armoured dinosaurs, were a group of ornithischian dinosaurs that lived from the Early Jurassic until the end of the Cretaceous…"

You listened as Alexia spoke, and you couldn't help but feel as if she was… reading it erotically?

You felt her weight on your back, the way she held your book right in front of you, holding it with one hand while her other hand stayed pressed to your ribcage.

"Primitive forms had simple, low, keeled scutes or osteoderms," she continued, her voice low as she pressed more fully into your body like she was getting cosy, relaxing. "Oh, those are cool, right, bebé?" she said against your ear, and you couldn't help the shiver that ran through you.

You had known Alexia long enough to recognise when she was doing this on purpose.

Sometimes, you had the willpower to push her away and to fight back. You had to study, your exam was tomorrow!! But right now?

Right now, you wanted to be pliant.

"Most thyreophorans were herbivorous and had small brains for their size," she said, her hand slipping under your shirt, her cold fingertips grazing your skin just above your ribs. 

"Oh, does that mean they were dumb?"Alexia asked innocently, placing a kiss on the back of your neck.

"N-no," you stammered as you tried to move, but her body was still pinning you down. "Brain size doesn't really determine intelligence…"

Alexia hummed against your skin, letting the book fall onto the bed with a soft thud. 

Now her full attention was on your neck, she was licking your skin before sucking the it into her mouth.

"I thought the bigger the brain, the smarter?" she murmured.

She sat up from behind you and turned you over, leaving you flat on your back. Then she kissed you deep and slow, biting your lip.

"No, it doesn't mean that," you mumbled, lifting your arms as Alexia pulled off your shirt, leaving your torso bare. "W-what is intelligence, after all, right? It's a very human construct and we…."

Your breath hitched as Alexia kissed your stomach, slowly making her way down to your navel, then she gently tugged at the waistband of your pants.

You lifted your hips, helping her in the process of getting you naked.

"Keep going, amor, "Alexia said, kissing you just above your underwear. "I don't want to distract you from your studies."

Her fingers slid down to your centre, where the wet spot of your underwear was. Your eyes were closed now, but you knew Alexia was smirking.

"What were you saying about intelligence?"Alexia coaxed, her voice innocent, as if she wasn't doing anything wrong, as if she really was helping you study.

But thinking about dinosaurs or intelligence or anything was nearly impossible as she hooked her fingers into the sides of your underwear and pulled them aside, exposing you completely. She slid her fingers just above your cunt, spreading your weteness slowly around your folds, teasing you.

You moaned as Alexia pressed just the tip of your finger inside of your cunt, your hips moving, begging for more contact, but Alexia didn't give in. She wanted to make you work for it for a bit.

"If you don't talk," Alexia said sternly, kissing the inside of your thigh, "I'll stop. Keep going. Tell me about the subject."

You were in silence, your brain mush. It was like you forgot you even knew any words, let alone the evolution of ornithischian dinosaurs.

Although you were quick to remember it when Alexia took her mouth away from your body.

You clutched at her head, pressing her against your cunt. 

"Please, keep going–"you whined. "I-I was saying that intelligence is a human parameter, and we shouldn't judge other species based on it because it's honestly a very anthropocentric concept…"

"There she is, my smart girl, "Alexia purred. And just like magic, she slid her index finger inside of you, and your body welcomed it immediately. "What else can you tell me about those Thy… Thry…"

"Thyreophora," You breathed as Alexia slid another finger in, thrusting into you so slowly it made you want to cry. "There are two major groups, th-" 

You didn't even get to finish, because you felt alexia's hot breath against your cunt, her mouth touching your clit, wrapping her lips aorund itand sucking gently. "Fuck–more." 

Alexia slapped your thigh; it didn't sting, but it was a warning.

"Keep talking." 

So you did.

Alexia ate you out slowly as if she was savouring every single drop of your wetness. You were very aware she was enjoying herself way too much; you also knew she was doing it as a form of revenge, too.

But you didn't mind for her motives, not when she kept fucking you like that. She only stopped when you stopped talking. 

She really was taking your studies very seriously.

Alexia's tongue was thrusting inside of you. You didn't know how she had mastered the ability to penetrate you so deeply with her tongue, but you (once again) didn't care.

Her hands were pinning you down on the mattress, clutching your hip bones, not letting you move an inch as she continued to thoroughly pleasure (or maybe torture) you.

It took you a while to cum, but not because Alexia wasn't giving you what you needed, but because your body had trouble switching from stressed, anxious and overstimulated to relaxed.

Alexia didn't say a word about it. She didn't make you feel bad that it was taking longer than usual. She just kept her mouth on your cunt, as if she had all the time in the word.

And when you finally came, it felt like your body had truly relaxed for the first time in days. 

You felt as if all of your muscles relaxed all at once. Your eyes rolled back, and you yanked at Alexia's hair with a little more force than you were intending to, but she didn't complain. 

You were trying to catch your breath when alexia finally lifted her face from your cunt. 

She made her way up your body, kissing your stomach and your breasts before (finally) kissing you, and sliding her tongue in to let you taste yourself.

"See," Alexia whispered as she broke the kiss. She lay her head on your chest, her finger gently tracing your face. "I was right."

"Rigth about what?" You barely manage to say. 

"Your face when you cum," She said against your sking, kissing your collarbone. "The pout, the furrowed eyebrows."

You blink, still pretty much dizzy. "Did you make all of this... too prove a point?"

"Maybe," she said, smiling. 

"I hate you," you murmured, closing your eyes and letting your hands run through her hair.

"You don't," Alexia said. "You just came in my mouth, I think that was a love confession, actually."

You chucked at Alexia's words. 

Maybe it was the oxytocin running through your body stream, or maybe it was the quiet realisation that this was the first time you and Alexia were properly intimate in days, mostly because of your schedule at uni and her schedule at Barcelona.

You surprised yourself by lowering your head and kissing her again, your hands slipping under her shirt to trace the back tattoos you knew by heart.

Alexia kissed you back–and what was a sweet kiss–turned into something urgent.

"I want you," you breathed against her mouth, your hand curling around the back of her neck. "Now."

"Yeah?" Alexia smirked. "How?"

"On your back, legs spread open," you said.

"Okay," she simply said.

She did what you asked of her. 

She lay down, but she winced slightly when one of your pens dug into her back.

You watched her for a moment, admiring her, and then you undressed her completely. You took her shirt off, and then her training bra.

You wrapped your lips around her nipples, sucking them until Alexia was gasping, asking for more.

Without wasting another second, you pulled down her shorts and underwear in one go. 

You spread her legs apart with each of your hands and began kissing the inside of her thighs, biting them softly,  leaving teeth marks where no one would see them.

You were in your moment now.  Feeling hot and heavy, watching Alexia's cunt dripping right in forn of your face, how pretty her cunt looked, how ready she was for you.

But just as you were ready to taste her, Alexia said.

"Do you want me to read your notes out loud while you do it?"

You paused, your mouth still slightly open, looking up at her. You truly had a problem reading her facial expression.

At the same time that it looked like she was teasing you, it also seemed like the proposal was sincere, like she might actually do it if you said yes.

You glared at her, your eyes narrowing, trying to make your point across without having to use any words.

"Okay," she said quickly. "I guess that's a no."

..

A/n: Got the dino infos on Wikipedia!

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[mayshifting]

That's so true. I'm just going to say more things about the different sentences you said because I want to and some people need to read this.

I.

So the first thing, methods are tools to HELP, not to MAKE you shift. People need to stop saying or IMPLYING you need one to shift. It happens more than people think, even if it's not directly said.

Also, people need to answer the people who ask "which methods..." that the methods are not needed. Shifters are thinking more about the methods than the shift itself.

II.

Caring about what people do in their own DRs is completely stupid. I don't care what people do or don't do in their drs (like you said, except if you kill or hurt people.) And everyone should be the same, because why care about other people's lives? They are not hurting anyone (at least I hope.) So let them live, bro.

II + VI

And judging people because they DON'T script out imperfections is the same as caring about what people do in their DRs and it's the dumbest thing ever. I think imperfections make it more normal, y'know? Yes, we can live in the perfect world everyone wants but, we also need imperfections/problems too.

I'm shifting to MHA, so if there's no problem, heroes don't exist.

Or for someone who shifts in Marvel or another DR which we NEED problems to live what we want to live.

Having a bit of action makes it more fun, more thrilling. So judging people because they don't script out thing, this is low.

If you want to shift to a perfect world without flaws to not have any problems DO IT. You're so right about that. But yeah, don't judge the one who don't.

III.

About Kill DRs, they are genuinely terrifying, because you don't kill here but you CAN kill in another reality? You're just a psychopath who wants to have the right to act on their urge without repercussions. If you can kill in another reality, you can do it here too, and this is not something you can debate on.

V.

I don't have much to say about this one because, yes, shifting is scientific. And like you said it got explained multiple times. For the people who think the opposite, I invite you to do your research, or ask at least someone who knows or has read the scientific evidence what the explanations are. (Don't ask me, I'm still waiting for the motivation to continue reading, I swear.)

Also, shifting has existed since forever. Experiences were made since 1983/and before. People in the past talked about it way before everything, but just they didn't use the term shift.

Because, no, shifting is not called shifting reality. People just started calling it that way. So don't stress if you don't say "I'm shifting." Or anything.

Here, for y'all.

VII.

The over-script or don't script at all. Again, minding other people's lives.

Who cares if they over-script or don't script? Is it going to kill you? To prevent you from shifting? No, so why judging about something so insignificant.

All you want is to force people to do what you think IS the right thing to do. But not everyone works the same

People prefer to over-script to be sure they have everything. And some don't script because it's not necessary and prefer doing other stuff than scripting. You can't just judge or force someone to think like you do or do what you do.

VIII.

The cheating problem, SO MANY people are fighting about this its crazy. For the shifter, you go to ANOTHER reality, even if you have another partner in here doesn't mean you're cheating because you're not dating the person you date here. So if you don't date this person, there's no cheating.

Of course, it's okay to question it. It important. But your feelings are different from one reality to another. And it's important to understand that.

For the PARTNER, please. You're jealous of a person who's not even in your reality.

I can understand why you guys feel like that, but you guys probably do the same or would do the same (if not a shifter.)

Your partner doesn't HAVE to date you in every reality. It doesn't mean they don't love you in this one, they do. But not in another one.

IX.

I have literally nothing to say, just that there's no original reality if we shift every everytime. We just shift in a reality very similar to the other that it's unnoticeable.

X.

This one is angering me. Yes. You. Can. It's nothing religious, it's scientific. There's nothing wrong about that.

If you want to shift but you're religious, go! It's not a sin at all. And if people say otherwise don't listen to them, religion and science are 2 different things. It's sad to see someone want to shift but doesn't do it because of the fear of it being a sin because x said it was.

No, it's not. A lot of religious people shift, so do I.

𝑆𝐻𝐼𝐹𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑃𝑅𝑂𝑃𝐴𝐺𝐴𝑁𝐷𝐴 𝐼𝑀 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝐹𝐴𝐿𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐹𝑂𝑅

i. “you have to use a method” sybau

ii. caring what other people do in their drs (idgaf unless you’re hurting people)

iii. kill drs

iv. “shifting isn’t scientific” there’s so many scientific explanations but ok

v. needing an s/o in every dr

vi. scripting out every imperfection (js a personal thing — i like flaws in my drs as it makes me enjoy the good even more)

vii. judging people who “over-script” or don’t script at all.

viii. thinking it’s cheating if your partner shifts for someone else … (get a grip)

ix. “original reality”

x. “you can’t be religious whilst also being a shifter”

[inexplicifics]

I’m also a writer, of both fanfics and works I hope to publish someday, and I was wondering if I could ask your advice. I have a number of larger projects that I want to undertake, but thinking about how long it’s going to take to finish them makes me anxious and then I won’t even start. You’re an incredible writer and you have so many finished works; how do you do it? What would you recommend for someone who feels incredibly daunted by the lengthy and disheartening process that is writing a novel or series?

Also thank you for your Accidental Warlord series; it brings me inexpressible joy every time I read it

Oooh okay this is a complicated one. Let's see.

First off, and this is hard: don't compare your output to other authors. I have what my friends affectionately refer to as Wordy Bitch Disease. I write a lot, I write fast, and I write clean enough copy that Rose isn't doing copyedits, she's doing plot and characterization fixes. I start a new WIP...pretty near daily some weeks, and they do not all get done. My WIPs list is frankly fucking terrifying. But it's important to note that I have been writing pretty consistently for twenty years at least, and I was not as fast, coherent, or skilled when I started. For that matter, when I'm tired or stressed or just feeling blah, sometimes the words don't come, and it's important not to beat yourself up about it when that happens.

Second bit of advice: start smaller. I really, really like flash fic challenges and themed prompt lists and tumblr ask memes, because they make me limit my story to what can be told in a few thousand words. That lets me improve my craft without getting bogged down in enormous plotlines. (Yes, sometimes the story still grows a plot. But it's less frequent.)

Third bit of advice: take little bites, and accept that it's going to take a long time and possibly several drafts. When I started MBTT, I genuinely thought it would be 50K. (I am bad at estimating finished lengths of stories.) But I still took it one chapter at a time, and tried to have each chapter be a coherent whole, a chunk of story that needed to be told. When I'm working on the AWAU, if I think about the whole overarching storyline too much, I get overwhelmed and have to go stick my head under a proverbial rock for a while. But one story is doable, most of the time. I've had to restart drafts for some stories two, three, four times to get the voice and style and plot to cooperate. Be willing to say, That's not working, and try something else, even if you're really fond of what you've written so far.

Fourth bit of advice: learn what style of planning works for you. Some people like to outline in great detail. Some people like a sketchy outline. Some people, like me, can't outline - it kills the story for me. The WIP I started this morning has a notes section for important characterization details and the single plot point "Bandits?" Anything more than that, and I won't write it, because in some sense I've already written it so why bother doing it again?

Fifth and final bit of advice, because this is getting long: if you can find a cheer-reader, cherish them. Having someone in the doc leaving comments or emoticons helps immensely with knowing how my readers will react and with keeping my own enthusiasm for a story stoked high, which vastly increases the likelihood of it getting finished.

Good luck! Be brave! Thank you for the compliments!

I hope to read your stories someday!

[nerdyscouttribute]

First Look (Modern Au Smoke x Annie)

Summary:Smoke see's Annie for the first time at the club

Warning: none ,just something cute and short

An: I might come back and add more to this ,but I just wanted to get it out my mind, so it's a little rushed. I got the idea from @partylikemajima

“Man, why you brought me here?”Smoke said. Irritation was written all over his face,as Stack was dragging him through the loud club. Lights flashing everywhere, people skin to skin dancing, drinks in hand. Music blasting through the speakers.

We said now drop it like a thottie, pop it like a thottie

Church girls acting loose, bad girls acting snotty

Let it go, girl-let it out, girl

“You too damn stuck up,need to get you a girl to dance with”, Stack said , a wide smile on his face.

Before Smoke could say anything back Stack said"I'm about to talk with a few people I see, I'll be back”. Walking off leaving an irritated Smoke standing in the middle of the club.

If he was going to make it through the night, he needed some liquor in his system. Fighting through the crowd to get to the bar. “Aye get me old fashioned”, Smoke said to the bartender.

He hated environments like this. Too loud , and too musty. Seeing the bartender set his drink down , he passed her the money ,and turned to look over the club.

Surveying the area, looking for exits -incase shit popped off. That's when his eyes froze on her . She was in a white corset that put her breast in the perfect view. A brown skirt that hugged her in all the right places.

She was dancing in the middle of her friends. Bending over as they hyped her up. Smoke was too caught up in staring at her that he didn't notice Stack standing next to him.

“Damn, you staring hard nigga”, Stack said laughing , snapping Smoke out of his trance.

“Nah just looking”, Smoke said , but it wasn't true. He wanted to know more about her , what her name is , maybe if it sounded good with his last name.

“ oh so you wouldn't mind if I went to talk to her”, A sly smirk set on Stacks face. Smoke shot a glare towards Stack,” Nah, don't go bothering her”.

But that went to deaf ears ,as Stack still made his way towards her.

———————————

Annie was having fun for the first time in a while. She was stressed with running her restaurant, she hadn't taken time to hang out with her friends. So when they called ,she answered,no questions asked.

She had few drinks in her , cause that was the only way her friends were going to get her to dance like this. Her hips moving wild , ass moving right along with every movement.

Until , he walked up trying to get her attention. She was trying to ignore him , but her friends weren't trying to do the same. “ What you want”, Grace said ,raising her eyebrow at Stack. “I wanted to know if your friend right there wanted to dance with my brother “, Stack said as he pointed at Annie. She didn't even get a chance to answer for herself when Pearline spoke up,”what does he look like”? “ Just like me ,but I'm cuter” , Stack said with a smirk on his face.

“ Mmm-go get him”, Mary said, eyeing Stack up and down. Stack said he'll be back , before running off. Annie spoke, reminding them she had a voice, “ how y'all gonna decide for me “.

“Girl you need to get you some ,and he might just be right for the job”, Pearline said.

—————————————

Smoke watched the whole thing. How she didn't speak ,but observed. Stack ran back over to him , once again a big smile set on his face. “If she says no you got three other girls to choose from”, Stack said trying to convince Smoke to follow him. Smoke didn't agree with that statement ,but he followed anyway .

Making it to where the girls were standing ,he kept his eyes zoned in on her , the one whose hair was pulled out her face. Letting him get a view of her big brown eyes, pouty lips,as she stared back at him.

Stack talked first as always, “ This my brother Smoke”. All the girls introduced themselves to him , saying their name . That's when she walked up. Gold heels adorning her feet. Making her eye level with him. When she spoke Elijah thought the time froze. “ I'm Annie , what's your name”, she said in a soft voice. It sounded so sultry to Smoke.

He didn't know how she did it ,but she got him to reveal his birth name with only one sentence. “Elijah”, he said almost breathless.

“We'll you wanna dance Elijah, this my favorite song”, Annie said head tilted to the side. He didn't respond, just held his hand out for her to take.

He forgot about everyone else, just wanted to have her near him.

So this must be something special

'Cause you could be anywhere you wanted

But you decided to be here with me

No coincidence, it was meant to be

Don't be shy, come let your boy get in

So you can tell all of your friends

Annie turned around in his arms. Swaying back and forth. His arms gripping around her waist, a bit tighter. Moving side to side with her.

Annie tilted her head back on his shoulder, breath hitting his neck. It made Elijah shudder, grabbing her hip bringing them even closer.

She knew what she was doing, and she wanted him to loosen up. Grinding back on him harder, left arm reaching back to grip the back of his neck to lean down. He allowed her to bring his head down into her neck.

Lips hitting her soft brown skin. Leaving soft kisses until he got near her ear. “You know you can capture someone's attention in a crowded room”?. A smile appeared on her face. Lifting her head up to turn around in his arms.

Arms now resting on his shoulders, his arms resting around her waist. “No I didn't know that, I just came to have fun with my girlfriends”.

“Well I'm sorry for my brother, for interrupting yall night”, Smoke said. He wasn't really sorry, he was glad his brother had the courage to do what he couldn't . “It's alright I want to get to know you more Elijah”.

[hazard-haze]

Eddie and Volt headcanons (no player)

Soooooo

My brain has decided this shit is my new hyperifxation

And that these are my new comfort characters

But I heard that everyone was getting a hate ending with them and guess who got friendship with them first tryyyyyy! So uh, skill issue/j heres some headcanons for ya'll :)

-He doesn't do it often because he knows Eddie hates it, but Volt can 110% pick up Eddie and will abuse this power if he needs to

-Eddie is Volt's anger translator. It usually goes something like this:

Volt: "We are sorry you weren't satisfied with our service, but this is the best we can do and I'm going to have to ask you to leave now."

Eddie *passing by behind him*: "Pay your fucking tab and get out!"

-Volt cannot keep his hands still, he tries to play it off suave-ly (?) by just tapping his fingers and running his hand through his hair repeatedly but when he gets really excited or angry about something he will wave his hands with big, fast, eccentric gestures.

-Volt wears eyeliner, sometimes Eddie helps him put it on.

-Eddie is very talented at most things he does, fixing, building, mixing drinks (he can even do some tricks with shakers), and there's a plethora of odd things he's picked up throughout the years. However this makes him get pretty frustrated when things don't work out the first couple times he attempts something. While not the main reason, this is part of why he was so frustrated and irritable during most of his main plot. Volt sometimes has to remind him that it's okay to not have everything figured out immediately, or pull him from his work if he's starting to stress out or exhaust himself too much.

-On the topic of pulling Eddie from his work, that is a feat. Volt full well knows he can't just ask Eddie to take a break, usually he has to either ask him to do something easier as a favor, or blame the break on himself.

"Oh Eddie, I know your in the middle of something but could you wipe the bar down? I have no time before we open."

"Eddieeeee, I have no one to watch the new season of Cougar vs Cougar with! Would you take a break to and come watch it with me? Please! Just for a little bit! Just one episode!" (They got through like 2 1/2 before Eddie passed tf out)

-Oh yeah, Volt loves reality TV and Eddie pretends to not be at least a little invested.

-Eddie can draw. Volt cannot. Volt is very jealous of Eddie in this regard.

-Infodumpingggggggg. They infodump to one another without even realizing it, it is so much of how they communicate. They will ramble and bounce ideas off each other, mostly about the club but about other stuff too.

-On the flip side. They can also communicate by saying pretty much nothing, just through brief glances. I think it would partly be because they are literally split from the same thing but it's more in that way when you widen your eyes slightly at your bestie and that equates to like a full paragraph of text.

-Eddie is short af, Volt is tall af.

-Volt makes fun of Eddie for being short

-Like seriously ya know that audio that's like "I know we don't always see eye to eye" "that because your too short to do so"

-Eddie will get revenge. He can kick/punch really hard but he can also come up with some other very clever ways of revenge. Do not mess with the guy who has access to the tools.

-Neither of them really like just hard liquor. Volt likes sweeter drinks and Eddie likes quality craft beers. If either sees the other drinking something like scotch/whiskey they can usually assume somethings wrong.

-Volt has sooooo many ideas for the club, several of which are not exactly... possible. Eddie has to be the one to break the news to him that No Volt we can't break down the retaining wall of the bar and turn it into an inanimal fish tank. Why? Because without it the roof would collapse!

-Volt's love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation

-Eddie's love language is acts of service.

-Going deeper into that, Volt loves physical touch, as previously mentioned. Eddie however does not. But they make it work, Eddie can tell when Volt needs a hug or just to have someone next to him, Volt can tell when Eddie is getting overstimulated or just needs space.

-They both have their ears pierced. Volt did it for both of them.

-Eddie actually quite likes talking to people, I mean he's definitely tended the bar at some point, he just doesn't like talking to annoying people. He's sarcastic and his humor is a bit deadpan and he's more reserved, but he 100% can be very funny and hold conversations very well with patrons and even better with friends.

-That being said, bro does not chat while he works on maintenance. If anyone, including Volt, is working with him, he isn't saying shit unless its telling them what to do, or looking over their work. If someones lucky they get a "Good job."

-Neither have ever been a fan of the dark, but they especially would not be after the black out.

-They both hate silence, I mean they work in a night club, at this point it just feels unnatural.

-Kinda already mentioned this but Volt gets quiet angry and Eddie gets loud angry. If Volt goes silent, you know you fucked up. On the opposite end, it will sometimes be assumed that Eddie is mad because he's being quiet but that just how he is, if Eddie actually is properly yelling you know he's upset.

-Nerve damage babyyyyyy. It is all up Eddie's arms, contributes to why he's not super touchy because his arms get that awful pulling, itchy, pain when something touches them.

-Volt can get some nasty fatigue. The electricity fluctuates? Bro is immediately drained, head rush, migraine, the whole shabang.

-Not really headcanon but neither of them are good at admitting they need help or at accepting it when its offered.

-They both know each others triggers tho, and make sure to tell the other to rest when they need to. Neither take their own advice.

-Eddie hyperfocuses like crazy. If he sits down with his tools, something to fix and no one around he will not move from that spot for hours.

-Volt is always jumping from project to project, person to person, never slowing down. There's a lot to do in the breaker box and he is more than happy to juggle all of it.

-Both of them forget to sleep because of these facts. and eat (do they eat?). and talk to other things. and talk to each other. and-

-They would be cat people. Volt has definitely brought up getting an inanimal from Mateo but Eddie is always hesitant (even though he would 100% end up loving it to bits if they got one)

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Ya'll I think I'm a loser. Instead of being out on a night off I am sitting in my bedroom writing headcanons about an actual breaker box in a dating sim that I'm not even attracted to, I just think their silly. What is my life T-T

[equestria-cross-mod]

Very long vent/rant below the break (yes, another one). Also, go read Twin Runes, it's really good. Also also, bully me into reading the entire thing, because for some reason I can't seem to sit down and do that on my own.

And to clarify, this whole thing is directed at the anon who asked the question, not the person who answered the ask.

I was just scrolling through this blog since I enjoy the comic (though I really need to read the whole thing) and came across this post. If you know me, you know that I really don't like letting injustice stand without me saying or doing something, so here we go. Prepare for heavily restrained anger.

Akanemnon have stated that how people see them doesn't matter as much as how they make others feel. And they want them to feel positively. I can tell they're incredibly kind because of that.

I also empathize with them about this in particular, considering that, while I'm not popular, I do still struggle immensely with being social just in general. Especially publicly.

Now, here's the thing. I have a different approach to this sort of harassment they're experiencing here, which I've stated above. While I'm not as aware of the unspoken social rules that neurotypicals have, primarily because I'm autistic (among other things), some of the rules I do know are ones I don't agree with.

Now, to my point.

Anon? I didn't see the post being referenced here, but I don't think I need to. You're being ten times worse, anyhow. What you're doing is known as "guilt-tripping", and it's something I take huge issue with. You're also assuming the worst here, which tends to make you look like (excuse my language but I can't think of a better word) an asshole.

I know you'll never see this, and you know what? Fine. That's not why I'm writing this.

I'm writing this because I'm sick of people trying to make genuinely innocent people look bad. One mistake doesn't make you a bad person. Not even many. That probably just means you're stubborn or something, but not necessarily bad. Intentional and repetitive bad decisions make you a bad person.

That's what you're doing here, Anon. They made a mistake, and you decided to make them feel bad about it because you felt offended over something they said because they were stressed out.

If you were stressed out and said something dumb, I'll admit, I'd probably be a little offended too. That's not the problem. The fact that you acted on it in this way is the problem.

Everyone gets angry sometimes. Everyone can occasionally be unprofessional. But what you did was worse, because not only were you also unprofessional, but you did it intentionally. And that is unacceptable.

So many people on the internet just like you need to watch what you say, for various reasons, and to be considerate of other people. It doesn't matter if you can't be traced, those words still affect not only the people you direct them to, but also everyone else that sees them. I know that because I was affected.

And if people figured out it was you, which I don't think is entirely unheard of, they will treat you the same way. 95% guarantee.

Treat people how you want to be treated.

In this case, I'm trying to be as nice as my rage allows me to be while calling you out for being rude. As such, I also want people to tell me when I say something wrong or bad so I can correct myself, preferably in a manner that doesn't trigger bad memories to return to my mind and make me feel awful.

If your purpose was simply to ask for an apology, or to let them know that you were uncomfortable, then you need to learn to not insult them or make unreasonable assumptions in the process. You were lucky this time, but many people would've just ignored you. Telling you this from experience.

And if you do see this, just know that I do genuinely hope you learn how to address problems in your life better than this. Both minor and major. Despite how much I hate bad people (which I only think you're slightly bad since this is only one bad decision), I do want everyone to improve and become better people, no matter who they are. I often don't expect it though, considering... well, a lot of things. But I'm hoping this is a one-time thing for you.

Be better. Always strive to be better. Improve continuously, little by little. And if you don't know where or how to start or continue improving, ask someone you trust how you could do so.

Please add a trigger warning next time you threaten in your posts. I already feel you don't like neurodivergent individuals with the way you react to asks but that really unprofessional.

As a neurodivergent person myself, I apologize if that is how I came across. That was FAR from how I want to make anyone feel. Because it is simply not the case.

The threat was something I thought to be a throwaway line that I unfortunately did not think too deeply about in the moment of writing it. It was too far, and I recognize and do apologize for that. It came from a place of legit frustration as it feels like whatever I am trying to state is not paid attention to.

It is overwhelming, and I can not claim in any way that I am actually good at being a public person. I have stated before that having so many eyes on me is terrifying, as it causes me severe anxiety at times.

This position was handed to me by a weird twist of fate. And more often than not I question if I really even want it.

What I do want is to tell a story. One that gives people hope and makes them feel better. No matter who they are and what they might struggle with. I do want to be a good and supportive person. To ANYONE.

Again. I sincerely apologize for my harsh words. I do not wish to make anyone feel like I hate them or hold a grudge against them.

My frustrations got the better of me, and I should have acted accordingly.

[copperbadge]

SAM!

I love the Chicken Salad War, but it's been a bit of a week so I have not commented. But it is very good. Which is funny, because I don't actually like chicken salad itself... Anyway, I have two(ish) questions about the Shivadh-verse! Back in one of the earlier books, you mentioned Gregory hung out (or at least knew) Princess Mia of Genovia. So are we talking about the Disney version of the Princess Diaries, with the awesone Grandmere? Or the book version, where Grandmere was pretty awful? My headcanon is that it's the Disney version, since (IRRC, as I said, long week, family emergencies, hospitals and all that) the Shivadh-verse started as Hallmark Channel Romance type movie script. So the happier version of the PD would make sense. Okay, second thing... When there is an election, is it basically "first across the finish line" style voting? Or is it ranked choice voting, where the votes for the non winning persons are redistributed ? (I know that's a massive over-simplification, but I'm sending an ask, not a theoretical essay.) I am assuming there's none of this stupid electoral college nonsense going on. (I am USian and I hate the electoral college system. But that's a rant for another day!)

I honestly love when people ask world building questions about the Shivadhverse, and I'm so glad you're enjoying the latest one!

I wasn't even aware the Princess Diaries HAD a book version. I won't lie, I've enjoyed the movie both times I've seen it but neither was like, intentional, I didn't seek it out. I'm not very well-versed in the canon, so yeah if the movies are happier lets go with those!

As for voting, that's an interesting question. I looked up how old ranked choice is as a methodology, and I think probably for royal elections in the Ask it's majority rule, but I have some really detailed reasoning as to why :D

Mainly, it seems that ranked-choice was generally known, but also not very popular, around the time Gregory II was democratizing the country in the early 20th century. That being the case he probably went with majority rule, which mostly matters because a lot hinges on how he chose to structure the elections.

There have, at least at this point in canon, been only five elections since the country went to democracy: Gregory II, Nathan IV, Jason I, Michaelis I, and Gregory III. I might write Jason or Michaelis facing a recall vote at some point but I don't have plans to right now. I find politics stressful :D Anyway, the history goes like this:

Gregory II was a birthright king and took the country to a democracy but then was elected king, which I think probably dismayed him a little but what can you do? He died in office, so parliament ran the next election, and they wouldn't have changed the still very new system.

Nathan IV was both incompetent and dictatorial so he was the first real test of the elected royalty system, where there are no term limits, simply the ability to call an election if people didn't like what the king was doing. A recall election would have been a really ugly time to change the system. Plus the whole thing was engineered by Jason, so he would only have allowed it to change if it benefitted him against Nathan. In theory it would have, since if you're voting for someone running against Nathan your vote would probably go to Jason next, because this was mostly about "get Nathan out of office", but Jason also knew he could win without it and he had to consider optics.

Likewise, Jason wanted his son Michaelis to be king. It's not so much that he wanted power for its own sake, but more that he felt that his family were the right people for the job (Jason was a competent ruler but he was arrogant and also not someone who let ethics get in his way). So again he would only have changed the system if he felt it would benefit Michaelis, who was so clearly going to win that he didn't need the help. That election had a number of people running, but nobody was giving Michaelis a real challenge.

Michaelis would have been willing to change to ranked-choice if the people wanted it, especially since he thinks it's a fairer system. Despite his dad, Michaelis is concerned with ethics and he wants to make sure everyone has the same power in the ballot box. So it's possible he held a referendum about it, perhaps well before he was thinking of retiring. If he had just decided to push it through parliament, there were again optics to consider, like whether he was doing it because it would benefit Gregory, so he put it to a public poll. But while Shivadh are generally very liberal they can also be a little set in their ways, and I think if he did hold a referendum they'd vote to keep things as they are. The system elected them three good kings and only one bad one, and those are decent odds.

And Gregory is open to the idea of changing the voting system, but unless there's a push for it from the voters, he's not going to bother, he has bigger fish to fry. He is concerned about the fact that three generations of his family have held office and now it's looking like they're bucking for a fourth, even if Joan is new to the family, so he's more focused on making sure that other young people who are interested in politics get opportunities similar to Joan's. Both because they deserve it, and so that it doesn't seem like Joan's getting undue favoritism.

I might write a political-themed Shivadh novel one day -- we know very little about Michaelis's election and nothing about Gregory's. I have distant plans for the election after Gregory announces his retirement -- Joan obviously is going to run, but I think Serafina will too, and they won't be the only ones. :D But we'll see. There's enough scary politics in the world right now that it won't be for a while in any case.

[thy1quitcentral]

K pop demon hunters

Huntrix vs Saja boys

X Honmoon! NB oc

Part 1 * part 2 * part 3 * part 4 * part 5 * part 6

Part 7

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Mission: take down Saja boys

Was a go

And so far Honey wasn't a part of it

Which was....fine

They were the burden of the group of course, and the girls can still summon their weapons anywhere so that was perfectly fine.

Honey looked around then thought for a moment. They took out their phone and called Celine.

"Honmoon, it is great to hear from you again, what may I be a service to you?" Celine

"um hi Celine, nice to hear you again. I have a couple of questions to ...eh" Honey looked out at the view . "Ask"

"what is it? Has something happened?" Celine.

"well it would see that there is a demon boy band"

"what?" Celine spoke up in shock

"wait wait wait the girls have got this....I was just wondering. Can anything that isn't a hunter influence.....me?" Honey asked as they glowed calmly and shimmery.

"influence you?" Celine asked

"yea, like make me glow brightly just like the hunters would" Honey felt more nervous then ever.

Celine was quiet, one could tell she was upset.

"that mustn't happen My Honmoon. You are a fragile thing, naive to all things music. The hunters are the only voice you should glow for. Once you've turn golden you won't have to worry about this, but Ill make sure they align the idol awards on the golden moon." Celine spoke.

"worry anymore?" Honey frowned

"well yes, your form will become pure light, the humans will be safe forever" Celine.

That strikes a nerve, why did it?

"that's a....relief" Honey spoke after a pause "well good bye Celine"

"bye my Honmoon I'm sure you'll turn golden soon"

They hung up and looked down at their hands again. They liked their hands and arms and face and hair? They took care of their hair very well, they had bottles upon bottles of hair care products. They didn't need to clean or wash but it felt nice and smelled nice.

they.....when they were just light they didn't have that.

"I don't...." Honey closed their eyes and frowned deeper. The stress, when was the last time they were so stress? They looked down and saw their threads turn pink again, pale pink tho.

They felt weak and leaned onto their bed and closed their eyes. They looked out

A lot of their surface was a pale pink. They can feel when the girls pull out their weapons, they only lay down and close their eyes.

******

Meanwhile

Rumi chased after Jinu, she felt humiliated after that mess.

"you demons take everything" Rumi exclaims as she swiped at Jinu who Dodged.

"oh come on, not everything" Jinu rolled his eyes.

"our fans"

Left swing

Jinue ducks

"their souls"

Lower swipe

Jinu jumps.

Rumi hissed when Jinu scratched her arm.

"my Honmoon!" Rumi grunts as she managed to wack at Jinu, who yelps and glared slightly as he was pushed back.

"you act as if Honey was your property, pretty possessive don't you think?" Jinu grunts. Rumi stammers "they are not!"

"they were having fun with me and my guys but your little team had to come in and take them away" Jinu huffs. "You're cute and all...and strong" Jinu grunts

"but you take just alot too" Jinu threw Rumi off him. Rumi was caught off guard and blinked rapidly.

She jumps when she hears the cries of her friends.

Jinu looks to Rumis arm and his eyes widen "a ...demon?" He mumbles.

Rumi panics and covers her arm. "You...wrong, who do we even take from? I don't take anything, demons take" she states. She gasped when her friends appeared and turned.

Jinu frowned, something in him tells him these hunters don't know what they do to the Honmoon and what they are gonna do to it, once they're gold.

He huffs as he wraps his arms around her.

Rumi stiffens and blushes slightly but pushes him away and Jinu lets go before disappearing, leaving Rumi to help her friends out.

******

Once the girls were home, Honey had perked up from the couch and gasped

‘’Sit, now’’ they state, pointing at the couch ‘’actually no, change first’’ they huff as the girls went to get changed, and once they were dressed they were sat down and told to hold still.

‘’Ooowww’’ Zoey whined as Honey put the disinfectant on her cuts. ‘’I’m sorry if I had made my surface weak, I don’t understand what’s happening to me’’

Mira and Rumi both looked at each other, giving a face and both kinda understanding what the face meant. ‘’We’ve never seen you this….weak’’ Mira explains bluntly causing Rumi to kick her shin ‘’ow!” The taller girl hissed.

‘’What she mean is, that we are worried about you’’ Zoey explains for the two who bickered but Honey slaps their shoulders and still told them to hold still.

‘’I thank you for that…really’ they smiled warmly.

‘’Maybe a lil song could cheer me up?” They smirk as they got comfortable. Mira smiled softly as they start.

The lullaby had to wait cus Bobby had barged in and told the girls about the Saja boys and how popular they were becoming.

"also, apparently, the Saja boys have request young hoons talents in designing their performance clothes, I thought that would be a good idea. Really gives huntrix are all about good and friendly competition." Bobby states and sweats nervously.

"what!?" The girls yelled out, making Honeys eyes widen.

"they heck would we let that happen?!" Zoey asked loudly "heck nah" she made a king fu pose and shook her head rapidly.

"I ...was out voted" Bobby comments. "Sponsors all thought it was a good idea too" he whined as a raincloud hovered over him.

"u-uh that's fine! I mean I can't say no to my supervisors and stuff" Honey sweatdrops. Rumi frowned at this "why the hell would we allow this again..." Mira looks to Bobby who was extremely tired.

"Celine will be pissed" Zoey mutters lowly.

Bobby had already set up when Honey will go to start up the measurements.

"ugh I'm so stress" Bobby whined as he got off his phone and all he needed was a nice break from his phone and just look at the pretty view of the city.

All The trio could see is Honeys surfaces being weak as hell and pink. The deity had sat down and hummed softly.

The trio made a decision and thought they were gonna make a diss track about the Saja boys.

They were fired up.

However Honey didn't think a diss track was necessary. It didn't bring people together, golden was a much better choice.

But if that meant they could exist a lil longer. Honey said nothing, they bite their lip

"not sure about this demon thing, they seem like good people but LOVING the energy" Bobby exclaims. Then looks to Honey "you got this Young-hoon?" He asked and smiled.

"of course" Honey grinned at him and gave a thumbs up "I'll just make the girls look more rad then the Saja boys, don't you worry" they wink.

"perfect!"

They both look at the girls all hyped and ready. "They grow up so fast" Bobby cried, The deity had a tissue box at the ready "they do"

Later on

The girls sang a song that was sung long ago that Honey had taught them.

‘Small soft but passionate lullaby that made Honey glow gently and shimmer. Their voices were always a comfort for them, all of the hunters they had been with were, but not all of them were….this open to them.

‘For the sunset sunlight sisters, Celine and the other sister were formal as hell.

Except Rumis mother, that woman was something. She was beautiful and kind and funny. Honey had feelings for her, it was strange. Nothing hurt more than when Rumis mother ends up falling for a demon.

Things happened, Honey was placed back to their garden to wait for the next three hunters. The next cycle.

Celine was ....stricter after Rumis mother had passed, it almost seemed like she was angry at Honey.

"heeellooo?" Rumi had waved her hand in Honeys face. The deity jumps slightly "huh?" They blinked and looked to her, seems that Zoey and Mira had fallen asleep.

"you okay?" Rumi asked "you say that often nowadays huh?" Honey hummed as they leaned onto the couch and holds a pillow.

"I mean...yea, youre in a very delicate state right now and you're gonna be too close to the very thing trying to destroy you" the purple haired hybrid said nervously.

"I know"

They sat

"what was It really like when you were golden for a split second?" Rumi asked. Honey looked out and frowned "it was -"

"how did YOU feel" she pressured.

"I felt nothing.....I was nothing but light after all"

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[naamahdarling]

Tired of feeling panicky, or on the edge of it. Like really tired. Can't medicate it every day, it puts me to sleep so I don't even get to enjoy not being anxious. Also I've done benzodiazepine discontinuation and it sucks SO MUCH I never want to do it again.

But that leaves me just walking around like...this...and I honestly don't know how sustainable it is. Therapy and box breathing and "just worry about what you can affect" all of that is like trying to walk off having the shit beaten out of you, except it could happen again anytime, you can't control it, and there's no end in sight. As in, maybe it'll get better, but I don't know when.

I don't know how to do this. Everything is not awful, there is good in the world, all of that. I do believe it. I really do. But will I make it?

I'm so scared and too afraid to look for educated perspectives that say me and the people around me are going to be all right. I'm just so scared. And I know talking about it doesn't help anyone else, or probably even me. Sorry about that.

I just want to know that I don't have to be this afraid. I don't know what to do. The stress alone feels like it's going to do me in. I have aged in the past two years. Like, really visibly. Even my hair is a different texture. WTF.

I know that this isn't the only terrible time people have lived through, and that in many ways, nearly every generation has experienced some version of this and been okay -- well, traumatized, but okay. You know. Alive to be traumatized and all that.

Again, I find I need a credible adult to tell me that I'm going to be here long enough for things to be safe for me again, despite everything happening.

I feel bad about wanting that. They sure aren't going to be safe for a lot of people again. Why should I be any different?

[kiskivmiske]

I remember reading a doc that called out an artist for "inflation" and muscle fetish. I opened the art where muscle growth fetish is supposed to be and Sunny has exactly one line on her thigh and one on her ankle to show muscles like on the picture (government blocked the majority of non-russian websites so I can't find the exact image)

And the "inflation" turned out to be separate pictures of Umber and Smolder(????) with maybe a little thicker neck than on book reference lineart

But I don't entirely blame people for jumping to the conclusion of fat=fetish art, because fat characters, both in WOF and other fandoms are almost always watered down to "good jokes, always hungry". And looks like few people expect to see fat characters existing outside of either fetish or jokes.

Like 99% of jokes about Clay are food jokes. And even Tui for the most part treats him like that. In the lost heir half of his interactions are eating or asking for food. "Oh I'm gonna meet my parents guys" "Are we gonna eat" "Oh look guys, a summer palace" "Where summer kitchen?"

Even in Jackie Chan Adventures, Tohru, who has one of, if not the most complex character arcs in the series, going from a violent gang member to an emotionally distant ally to basically the mom of the group has a fair amount of food jokes.

That's an issue in many fandoms. A character can be a total asshole as long as they have one redeeming quality "This is my blorbo, he killed 2798317903 puppies because his dad didn't love him. Vote him to be Tumblr sexyman." But god forbid a fat character has a personality OTHER than being fat. That's propaganda, dude. Next time you'll say genocide is okay.

Many animals fatten up naturally. Fat is an energy storage for times of food shortage, stress, long migrations and competition with other animals. So, basically, dragons who are mostly living in the conditions of a war where they're constantly moving, fighting, often going in rather questionable territories like desert, volcanoes, ocean or tundra would eat to get more fat stored when giving an option. We know that it isn't very likely that our society will crumble tomorrow and we will be sent to our death to the North Pole or some shit, so we can skip this meal. You can afford eating regularly. But for dragons that's a normal daily life, as grim as it is.

Morrowseer and Deathbringer who wander the farthest would definitely grow a tummy to make up for life on barren island where you have nothing but carrion and occasional birds. Dragons also fly over the ocean, and that would require a ton of energy with very few vegan no sugar no gluten zero calories food kiosks on their way.

You can be captured and put in a gladiator arena for months with rain water diet tomorrow, and what you're gonna do? Channel the spirit of celery you ate five days ago to start photosynthesis?

Same goes for warrior cats. For them it's safer to collect more fat during greenleaf than die of starvation the next bareleaf.

I'm not saying everyone is fat. Rainwings would obviously be mostly thin, because their life is closer to ours, they are always well fed and live in stability. They don't need to pack extra energy to go. But for an average dragon being chubby when the prey is abundant and they aren't currently in war action, isn't that unrealistic.

Don't get me started on blubber and fat soluble hormones (Which is why caterpillars get fatter before metamorphosis. And realistically Silkwings should also fatten up at least a bit before growing four extra limbs. Like, this energy for transformation isn't coming out of nowhere)

"Hgnhghg good luck dying of heart stroke at 20"

Being so fat you can't bend down, squat, fit in a seat or God forbid walk is unhealthy and will totally cause problems down the line, but having 10-15 extra kilograms, which don't restrict your movements or affect your lifestyle will not immediately put you on threshold of untimely death, if you make sure to exercise and make sure your diet is diverse. And do regular checkups.

You're about as likely do die of cancer at a young age, because ecology is fucked. And especially if you have people in your ancestry who had cancer.

Also if you acknowledge the existence of fat characters outside of food jokes doesn't mean you're fat and projecting your insecurities and living vicariously through the character because you has no life outside of your gaming chair as someone in replies is implying.

Anytime I see art of WoF dragons as fat. It’s always look sideways. Cause like, it’s never in a “normal” way. It’s always in a fetishy way. Why are you making fetish art of minors

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[alexanderlightweight]

Normally in almost every dark malec fic i read magnus is written as cruel towards alec,he hates alec (either it's based on the books or tv show i guess cause alec made mistakes in both that caused their break up)

And magnus literally tortures alec but is friendly towards alec's family members which i find odd

And this isn't a shade to those fics while i don't like what's happening in some of those stories i read them like and addict or just stop reading it if it bacomes too much for me

İ love that while you write dark and gore you still make magnus in love with alec

so i feel like it might be because i write dark malec to highlight their love? like the whole appeal of malec for me is you have these two people who really have no reason to be interested or so deeply affected by each other but they are.

there's something instinctive and primal and so intense it immediately cracks through years (decades in Magnus' case) of protective walls for the both of them.

i feel like a some people in fandom tend to forget or ignore that this is alec's first romantic/sexual relationship and that its not like he has a lot of friends either. magnus is also his first confidant out of his family.

and then others or the same people also either forget or ignore that while magnus has had a lot of relationships, opening up his heart to others has rarely gone well. like he has centuries of scars and wounds on his heart and soul. it's been one raw and reopened scar never fully healing and yet magnus decided to take the risk of that wound refestering.

so you have someone who has never opened up their heart (but its been wounded and sore all the same) but wants to because this person is worth it to them. and you have another person who has repeatedly opened up their heart (to sometimes catastrophic results) but they think maybe this person is worth the risk.

so both sides are taking risks. just in different ways. which makes it intense and take effort and also hard.

also since the appeal for me (yes as an aro/ace i too think this is hilarious) is their interest and adoration of each other, it doesn't really make sense to me to write it otherwise? like the whole thing of canon is they are mutually awestruck by each other. that's what really hits me. also the intensity of both of them orbiting around each other. i can't write them disliking each other. even when they're on opposite ends of the battlefield they have mutual or at the very least begrudging respect for each other even before they meet. and after they meet its pretty much alec is like 'how to end war? how to flirt with handsome magic man? how to stop bigotry so i can date a warlock? patricide unacceptable answer apparently' and magnus is all 'how to obliterate the clave' 'how to force peace and also change laws' 'how to woo angel blood without being stabbed' 'how to kidnap someone politely? 'how to heal if you're stabbed with adamas while acquiring future spouse?'

and for the type of fics you're talking about i have seen them and kinda know what you're talking about. i'm not gonna say anything about them tho because i have no actual relevant opinion. i don't read them because they'll trigger me (hence why my opinion would be adversely influenced, meaning i have a pre-existing bias which needs to be considered) and everyone is free to write what they want. there's no shame in that.

i just learned a long time ago that i could accidentally self-harm by reading fics that triggered me and my health cannot take more stress, so i just block authors (doesn't hurt them and protects me). same with how i hope people block or at least ignore me if my fics aren't safe or healthy for them to interact with.

so focusing just on me (which wow does that sounds kinda silly as it type i out) i guess it's because even when magnus is cruel in my fics there is a purpose to his cruelty? he's not cruel for the sake and enjoyment of it like say, Camille, Lilith, Asmodeus etc.

Magnus has been shown to always be harshest on himself as well. Like even in a world where he follows incredibly skewed ethics, i feel like just pure cruelty is too boring for him. Like he would expect better of himself, not necessarily on a moral standpoint but in a 'really, you think i humble myself to the same level as my father?' kind of way?

also there is also a whole section that can be talked about where certain forms of cruelty and kindness are actually two sides of the same coin. so there is some nuance there as well about how i handle cruelty because sometimes magnus is cruel in order to be kind but that's typically still, out of his love for alec even if it's skewed. or he does something out of his own sense of kindness that is technically cruel. magnus' goal is never to fully diminish alec in any fic i write, even the fics where magnus (because alec is also a manipulative little shit in fics) is manipulating alec or purposefully pushing buttons he knows are cruel, he's doing it to help (in his opinion) free alec from ties/the clave/things that 'don't deserve/are hurting/could hurt him/might keep alec from him' etc.

the goal is never to hurt alec. it's to save him and sometimes in order to heal, you need to experience pain. which is how magnus and alec both justify their cruelty to themselves and each other often. especially because again, the goal is ultimately the benefit of the other person.

i think the main thing is that there's never any doubt - or at least i try to make sure there isn't - in my fics that they both want each other and the best for each other. maybe it comes about in a darker or less ethical way in some of my fics, but the main purpose of the plot is never to hurt each other or to inflict damage that will linger and wound.

also malec in generally is an unreliable narrator in my fics. the reason i tag 3DNE even in the lower levels of dark range, is because i i write and promote extremely unhealthy levels of codependency, dom/sub dynamics and obsession that cannot safely exist in the same levels in the real world. i also write about intense topics but i generally do it in... not a sanitized way? but a softer way? so i think some of it gets a little smoothed out by the humor/affection/etc which also like, this kinda of behavior shouldn't be normalized or seen as safe. i'm not promoting actual cannibalism or kidnapping someone to be your spouse lol

and again (because i get similar comments on ao3) is that when I write malec my goal is for them to be happy and healthy even if the world they live in isn't and by normal standards their relationship isn't. i want them delighting in each other and even if it's depraved, doing whatever they can to give each other the best of the world and help them be the strongest version of the person.

i just have very specific preferences and tbh i repeat tropes and cliches and my little happy niche a lot because i know what i'm comfortable with and enjoy. also i have the personal preference of two predators maybe not always equally matches but both incredibly dangerous in their own way, meeting and then creating an ecosystem that works for the two of them. i also like gifted/earned submission rather than purely forced?

and it's shown in the show that Magnus mostly helped everyone because 1) to get them to stop stalking him and endangering his people 2) to keep appraised of the situation and 3) Alec. which might actually have been the main one. and Magnus' heart got cracked open from Alec and he started to make friends with those around Alec trying to get closer (the jokes and present to Izzy).

I feel like Magnus wouldn't really care orhave anything to do with them or be very interested or so generous with them other than information reasons. and without alec, i don't think his heart would have thawed enough. in a way, alec makes magnus more vulnerable than either realize and it's not alec's fault.

but it is a result of Magnus meeting and loving alec and because alec doesn't realize this, he often can't step in and help magnus set boundaries magnus stopped making in his journey to woo alec. so in fics where magnus already has a relationship with alec or doesn't need to 'woo the family' so to speak, he generally doesn't open up to them or try to connect with them the same way.

in some ways, this is Magnus distancing himself because he will want to be able to join alec when (because i only write immortal husbands) he mourns them, but also he's not going to be overwhelmed with grief himself.

i got way off track there.

so if you know about the Addams' Family media, which this eldritch delight is based off the vibes of that, i feels like that's what true dark romance is. however it did get a bit sanitized and played up for comedy, so actually just a lot of my malec is inspired by that intensity but without the sanitizing and so much comedy.

i mean. these two are so intense about each other.

Alec summoned a greater demon. Magnus tried to erase his own memories.

They are not well, okay? they are two dumb men in love. they both are super high intl and high wis until it comes to each other and then their wisdom drops to 'i'm going to destroy everything to make this one thing right!' and typically its for the other person, so the only being who could stop them now can't.

i hope this makes sense? i feel like i rambled a bit much and now i'm not even sure i properly answered the ask but i enjoyed the ask?

like... i just really can't imagine magnus being more than like, bitingly petty and sassy and sarcastic to alec and like threateningly yes?

but like even if alec was on the other side in a more intense universe and magnus was the one interrogating him. magnus would just pause in the middle of threatening alec and be like 'it's a pity you're so pretty. i can think of so many things i'd rather hear from you than your screams of pain.'

and alec is just like: please go back to threatening me. if you compliment me i'll break and that's just not fair. this is both the worst and best time of my life right now.

magnus picking up on that and coming back in his most dangerous flirty outfit and sitting on the table in front of alec, legs spread to accommodate the chair alec's sitting on and alec is just like: can you bring out the potions again? or the fireball? i really miss the snake that breathed fire omg please don't get so close i will never live it down if i break because a magical man kissed me

magnus: but imagine what i could give you if you were good for me? wouldn't you rather be a good boy for me, alexander?

alec - fuck the clave they dont even like me, i definitely don't have a weakness for this man and a praise kink that just activated - lightwood: ... okay yeah. lets get this over with please. i want to collect on that promise.

*shrugs?*

i hope this makes sense and you enjoyed

<3 lumine

tldr: the whole reason i love malec is because they adore each other and i'm incapable of writing them otherwise plus rambling.

[thinkerer24]

Mary on a Cross

Young, sweet, inexperienced Johnny x Big, Bad divorced!Simon

Or, They both realise some things about themselves.

@gerdddds !!! This was SO much fun to write (I think you can guess because it started as a blurb but became so long 😭😭)

Also I suck at writing the accents like some people do, so just- imagine them speaking in their respective accents lmao

SMUT 18+

Simon was tired. His eyes felt heavy in his skull and a certain gritty sensation burnt behind his eyelid that no amount of squinting was getting rid of. Normally, Price's commanding voice kept him and his team in order, oriented them in the right direction, but tonight it just felt like grating in his ear. His foot tapped impatiently on the floor of the conference room, the post mission briefing seeming to last longer than the actual mission itself. He checked the clock above Price's head.

9.34 pm.

He couldn't wait to hit the bar just outside the base and drown himself in vodka (yes, he was a vodka guy secretly at heart; don't tell Price).

John signalled the end of the meeting and Simon almost leapt out of his seat to flee the room, attendance signatures be damned. He's a lieutenant for god's sake, not a child, he could-

"Boss! Wait for me!"

Simon is a very patient man, too. At least, he'd like to think so. But he doesn't know why every deity and every spirit was making it very very difficult for him to maintain his cool today. Did he piss someone off? Is this all that karma hitting back at him?

"Yes, McTavish, what do you want?"

The spritely young man jogged to keep up with Simon, who hadn't stopped walking, by the way, and looked a bit too excited for someone who'd just come back from a grueling ten-day mission in the middle of bumfuck Siberia.

"Are you going to Joe's? I can come with, if that's okay? I really really really need to get pissed, I don't think I've ever craved alcohol in my cells before but fucks sake I-"

"Fuck me, Soap, do ye ever stop yapping?"

Johnny just grinned wider, unfazed by his senior's gruff behaviour. "Sorry, LT. Lead the way."

Simon decided he couldn't really shake him off that easy and was too tired to argue otherwise, so he just wordlessly got in his truck. He turned to see Johnny right at his heel, climbing beside him with a jump. Eager pup, Simon mused.

He knows if he were a few years, hell even a decade younger, he'd have shown the youngin a night he wouldn't have forgotten. His sexual prowess was a bit overbearing to old lovers, men and women alike, a fact his ex husband both loved and hated. He was known to last hours in bed; in a relentless pursuit of pleasure and pain, until his partners were breathless and sore. One of his exes was once rushed to the hospital, too, on account of certain, let's say, sex injuries, that had the entire ER blushing under their masks. It was safe to say he wasn't allowed to touch her for an entire month.

Now, sitting in the dim lighting of the bar in a greasy countertop right next to the ancient stereo, he stares at Johnny and maps his features in his brain. He'd never noticed the scar on his top lip that almost disappeared when he smiled, or that he had flecks of green dusted in those blue irises. He's rambling about some video game he's eager to try out, Simon couldn't be arsed really, but he realises that Johnny's brows tick upwards whenever he gets too excited and he makes the funniest face when he's being sarcastic about something the game developers have said.

"You got a bird waitin on you, boy?" Simon interrupts him, taking a long swig of his beer.

He'd never seen a grown man blush such a deep shade of red so quick.

Cute.

"Uh, no LT. Don't reckon I got the time, you know? The missions are just too stressful, and training usually takes up most of my day, ya know? I mean, some of these girls, LT, I wouldn't even know what to say, like, hey, I'm super tired most days because I'm in a super secret special ops force and My team gets sent to highly confidential locations regularly and oh, I could die too but no big deal, see ya soon, keep dinner ready for me? My hand does fine, thank you very much."

He's rambling now, clearly tipsy, and Simon quirks an eyebrow. "Who's talking about a relationship, Johnny? You could pick up literally anyone you want at this joint- shag 'em and leave 'em? Ever heard of no strings attached?"

Johnny ducks his head and Simon realises he's hit a nerve. Unlucky for Soap, Simon relishes in making boys like him squirm.

"I- I don't know how to say this but, eh fuck it, LT-- I haven't really fucked anyone, Like, ever? I know- I know what you're gonna say, boss, but I don't wanna hear it, okay; it just- never happened, yaknow? Fuck, I really do sound like a bumbling virgin but, fuck, LT, I-"

Simon decided to put the kid out of his misery and leaned forward to put his hands between Johnny's legs and grip at the stool he was sitting on. He effortlessly slid him closer and Johnny squeaked in surprise but instantly shut up as Simon bracketed his thighs with his own and placed one large palm on his jeans, frighteningly close to his bulge.

"It's okay, kid. Stop overthinking."

The heat from Simon's palm burnt a hole through his jeans and Johnny felt a bit lightheaded. He raised his hand and slowly traced the gold wedding band on Simon's ring finger. It felt like both a reminder of his experience and a taunt- he belongs to someone else.

"He left me a year ago," Simon says softly, making Johnny shift in his seat. "Wasn't exactly- husband material, you could say."

This was the first time Johnny had ever heard about his lieutenant's private life, and also, maybe, the first time Johnny was silent for so long. He stared into Simon's eyes, eagerly swallowing every word that left his scarred lips.

"I couldn't sleep for months. The Paris job almost killed me, and Parker couldn't take it anymore. He'd begged me to retire, take a desk job, anything. I refused. Said we needed the money. I woke up the next morning with his side of the bed empty and a note that said his lawyers would contact me soon. No goodbye."

Johnny raised his palm and cupped the side of Simon's cheek. He just stared back with an intensity that made something stir low in his belly.

"I want to take you back to my house. Strip you of all your clothes, and lay you in my bed. Dismantle your thoughts until all your pretty brain can think about is me. I want you to go limp in my arms and beg me to stop. Do you want that, kid?"

Johnny could feel himself nodding desperately, mouth agape, before his mind could even catch up to his actions. He swallowed roughly, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. Is this really happening?

"W-wait. Simon, Simon."

Simon was half dragging him out of the bar already but he slowed down to look at him. "What, pup? Something wrong?"

Pup. The word made his dick twitch in his pants but Johnny braved through, " Simon, are you sure? Like, absolutely sure?"

Simon scoffed. Poor boy doesn't know what he's getting into.

He tugs him further and leads him into the truck, wordlessly getting into the drivers seat. "I meant what I said. I'll make it good for you, kid, I promise. Is this what you want? Think about it, we've got the whole ride back."

Johnny nods and looks at his side profile as he drives them to his house. He wants this. He's tired of avoiding all physical contact because of the stupid voice in his brain- "you're not smart enough, you're not wanted, no one wants you, no one could want you". He knows Simon can make that go away, he can feel it in his bones. He knows his LT will take care of him. He feels braver than before and inches his fingers slowly over Simon's regulation khakis, almost palming his bulge.

"Behave."

One word, and Johnny freezes. He'd always been the perfect soldier, hanging onto his LTs voice. Not surprising that it would be the same outside the battlefield, too.

They reached the barracks in record time, Johnny almost breaking the seatbelt buckle in his eagerness. They reach Simon's door and Simon leads Johnny into the room. He's been here several times before but now? It feels like he's a newborn fawn stumbling into the world for the first time. He tries to be sexy and turns to look at Simon but he bumps his toe into the center table and curses, before deciding to just, sit his ass on the sofa and let Simon take the lead.

Simon observes the entire thing with a glint in his eyes, desire stirring low in his belly. He closes the gap between them and sits on the floor in between Johnny's open legs. He places both hands on his thighs, leans up close to his face, and he can almost see Soap's neurons short circuit at his proximity.

"You don't have to do this, lad. No hard feelings".

Johnny whines low in his throat and grabs Simon by the nape of his neck. He jerks forward and clumsily presses his lips onto Simon's, and they both groan at how right it feels. Simon lets him lead the pace, explore what feels good and what doesn't. His tongue wearily circles his own and Simon sucks on it gently, making Johnny gasp. His hands run themselves into that goddamn mohawk, scraping at the buzz cut and massaging the scalp there. Johnny all but melts under the watchful care of Simon, and almost forgets what he was actually here for. Well, until Simon used one hand to press into the bulge that's straining against his pants and Johnny gasps.

"Go to the bedroom, kid. Take off your clothes and wait for me, yeah? Can you do that?"

Johnny nods eagerly and all but sprints to the single bedroom, making Simon scoff out a laugh. He enters the bare room and frantically takes off his clothes, but something in the bedside table catches his eye.

A framed photo of Simon and another man, in front of the Sydney Opera House. Both had matching grins, and Simon looked a good ten years younger. They were wrapped in a tight embrace and looking at the camera like nothing else mattered, because it didn't. They had each other and everything would be okay.

"It's been quite some time, John." Simon's quiet voice seemed to echo in the tiny space and Johnny almost jumps. His broad biceps encircle around his waist completely and Simon rests his chin on Johnny's shoulder, inhaling at his neck. "Don't dwell on the past. I know I don't."

John turns around in his grasp and looks at him longingly. "I don't want to make this sappy, Lt, but I think I'm a bit scared".

Simon nods, as if he had already anticipated it. He knows, he always knows. He's his lieutenant, his leader, his friend. He'd know what he's thinking, what he's feeling before he even frames it in his head. Soap knows that, and he would leap from a cliff if it was what Simon wanted, only because he knows Simon would be on the other side to catch him.

"I want you to touch yourself for me. Can you do that? Can you show me how you make yourself feel good?"

Simon lays him down on the bed and kisses him so deeply it makes his breath stop in his chest. His tongue delves into Johnny's mouth as his hands grip his waist, his hips, palming everything he could get his hands on. He pulls away and a string of spit connects their lips. Johnny looks fucked out already and Simon feels his heart thud louder.

Johnny nods along with him, humming low in the back of his throat as he slips a hand over his dick- fuck, it was as hard as a rock already. He rubs the head with his palm as Simon drops his head low to watch his motions. Johnny continues pumping his hips into his closed fist, increasing the pace frantically and panics when he realises he's so, so close already. His precum was making the entire ordeal so sticky, and Simon's intense stare wasn't helping his case.

"Kid, slow down, come on, easy, baby. Yeah, that's it." Simon places his hand over Soap's and guides him into a slower, more languid pace. His head felt syrupy, his stomach cramping already with how hard he's clenched it. He doesn't think he'll last any longer when Simon bends down and licks his tip gingerly.

"Fuck, FUCK Si, I-" he grabs onto Simon's head with both hands and almost smothers him by shoving his entire length into his mouth. Simon doesn't even gag, that fucker, and starts sucking his cock, making it so sloppy, so loud, Johnny doesn't think he'll survive this. The sight is downright obscene- Drool drops down the side of his mouth and his lips form a tight suction as he bobs his head up and down and up and down and up -

"I think I'm comin- fuckfuckfuckfuck,"

Simon pushes him further into his throat just as he climaxes, and Johnny gets tears in his eyes at how well Simon's throat clenches his cockhead. He doesn't know how long he's coming for, but knows that Simon doesn't let up for one second, constantly licking and laving at his dick and working him through the orgasm right into the territory of sweet oversensitivity. He's about to push his head away when one of Simon's thick fingers circle his asshole, and Soap feels like he's ascended.

"Is this where you want me, little pup? Do you want me to stretch you open, fill you till you're leaking with my cum? You wanna cry tonight?"

Soap sobs in agreement, fisting the bedsheet and twisting his torso to escape the pleasure as Simon pops the lid of the lube and generously pours over his taint and shaft. He pumps a finger in cautiously, making Johnny's breath catch lightly, huffing out tiny breaths to regulate himself.

"Breathe, kid. That's it, you're doing so good for me. I'm gonna bend my fingers just so, yeah? Oh- oh, is that the spot? Yeah, baby? Is that your happy spot?"

Simon's fingers hook inside in a way that makes them hit his prostate so deliciously- Johnny screams and bows his entire body up off the bed. Simon has to use his other hand to keep him pinned down and chuckles, starting to pump even harder. His fingers stretch and fill him, making him pant like a dog in heat now. He thinks he's going to come again, but he's not sure that's anatomically possible.

"Si, please, I need you, oh, I need you inside me, I need your cock, pleasepleaseplease Simon, I can't come like this, I-"

"Okay, okay, baby, breathe, breathe, yeah, my good boy wants my cock? Huh? I'll give it to you, I'll give you anything, fuck."

He pours some extra lube over his dick while his other hand continues to fuck into Johnny's tight hole. He caresses his dick slowly, thoroughly coating every inch in the sticky lube and slowly notches himself right up against Soap's asshole.

Feeling the blunt head against himself makes Johnny zero in on the moment; as if everything's faded away and it's just him, and just Simon, and there's nothing in between. They don't need to say anything, don't need more reasons to delay, and Johnny nods once, his eyes tearing up slightly. Simon understands- he bends forward to interlace his hands with Soap's and kisses him so so sweetly as he pushes inside.

The moan that leaves Soap could only be described as pornographic, as he feels every inch, every ridge and every vein breach his virgin hole. He stutters into the kiss, almost babbling as Simon grits his teeth together and powers through the tight embrace.

"Holy shit, kid, you're so tight."

"You're so big, sir".

Simon grips the back of his neck tighter and slightly massages the skin there, making Soap melt and relax a bit further. The last inch was the most difficult, Simon's girth found it almost impossible to make his rim stretch further, the sight of it so perverse it made Simon's mouth water.

"Let me on top, sir. I can take it."

Simon didn't really have the energy or the will to argue and effortlessly switched positions such that Johnny was on top and his dick never even slipped out.

"Go easy, yeah? I don't want you to hurt yourself"

Johnny nods with newfound vigor and plants both his feet on the bed, giving Simon a show for the ages. He takes a deep breath and lets gravity do most of the work as he slams himself down the last inch, right upto the thick base of Simon's god like member.

"Holy fuck, kid. I told you to go easy." He admonishes, but there's no real bite in it.

Soap grins, and oh, there's my boy, Simon thinks, "Sorry Lt. I'll be, fuck, more careful".

He starts a decadent rhythm, making both of them roll their eyes and moan loudly, neighbours be damned. It feels like heaven, like coming home after a long day at work, like the first sip of water after a hangover.

He realises soon enough that bouncing on his cock feels better than the grinding, and this knowledge makes Simon grip onto his hips tighter to help him along. Soap has his head thrown back, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth and onto his chest, eyes rolled into his skull. Look so perfect, Simon thinks. My boy.

His pace gets harder and faster and Simon realises he's not going to last longer. "Come for me, Johnny. Paint me with your cum, baby."

His hips stutter as he releases a whorish moan, probably waking up the entire base as he climaxes all over Simon's chest, his belly, heck some even went up to his face. He holds onto Simon's arms that were around his hips and crashes his lips onto his. This sets Simon off as he pumps once, twice, and buries himself deep in his ass and comes hard. They're both shaking and groaning, the kiss sloppy with sweat and spit, and their orgasms melting into each other's.

After a long time, Johnny pulls apart and stares into Simon's eyes. Those big, beautiful eyes that made him feel like home. They were slightly dazed and not all coherent and Johnny just grins.

"Let's do that again, sir."

[headpainmigraine]

Hi, blog with a vested interest in diagnosing everyone with your pet diagnosis for some reason

Please don't put your pseudoscience 'it's all in your head' psychosomatic fucking bullshit to me ever again

You clearly don't know shit about migraines

There is no medically agreed on explanation for migraines yet.

Its not diagnosed through 'neurological activity': that is just part of what happens in your brain when you have a migraine.

Work is being done to identify certain gene-related peptides released in some migraine suffers during attacks, but that doesn't happen to everyone, because the treatment doesn't work on everyone.

Even different CGRP injections work for some people where others havent.

There's a reason you should see a neurologist who specialises in headaches, or a headache specialist for the diagnosis of migraine, its difficult to diagnose correctly

Constant migraine causes oversensitised nerves, that's why epilepsy meds are prescribed sometimes

I trust my neurologist over some tumblr shill telling everyone in chronic pain that it's psychosomatic, that they can cure themselves through mindfulness when it's a supportive therapy at best

Why did you think a post reminding people of the very physical nature of migraines was a good place to hock your mind-body shit?

People like you are the audience for that post, who don't believe that migraine is a physical neurological disorder, not a stress headache.

I'm literally trying to tell other people who suffer with migraine that it's NOT in their heads, that it IS very real, that it'd genuinely disabling and that they should push back on people like you telling them it's probably 'a mind-body problem'

Even people diagnosed with migraines usually only see a GP, who have no idea what they're doing. They dont know about how many treatments for migraine available to them, and people like you offer shit advice and it makes me so fucking angry to see you just perpetuating this idea that migraine is a failure of the sufferer

And I have no fucking idea why you thought it'd be a good idea to say that to someone who's had a migraine for 12 fucking years, whos rinsed through every migraine treatment including the new ones, whos whole blog is geared towards migraine info and awareness

Do yourself a favour and keep your gross unsolicited unwanted 'advice' out of my posts in future, seriously.

And stop talking to people with migraine, they do not deserve your 'mind-body' nonsense, they're dealing with enough

Tldr:

Me: migraine is a neurological condition and more people need to hear that

You: ill just negate your post by saying its probably psychosomatic

If there's anything I'd like people to take away from this Migraine Awareness Month its

that a migraine isnt a severe headache

It's a complex neurological disorder

Its a cascade of neurological activity in an over sensitised brain, the main symptom of which is usually a severe headache.

It is disabling, especially when it's chronic (15 days a month, at least 8 of those with migrainous symptoms, for over 3 months)

[violentvioletviolin]

SAJA BOYS

Random scene 1

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Jinu clapped his hands and made a loud sound to gather everyone's attention "Boys, boys what do you think of the outfits?, they're good enough to convince Gwi-ma right?"

He scanned everyone's faces with anticipation. He knows he did a god job , great even. He had to sneek out to get box dyes and jewellery and makeup, all the struggle just for their freedom, his freedom, he wants to be set free .

"My ears hurt man , one would've been enough but why 3" mystery moved around the earrings in his ears and winced with pain. "The fans , they love all this" jinu replied stressing on fans and love.

"But would they like him while he looks like that??" Abby pointed at mystery's face and held back a laugh "You can't even see his face".

"No no no no dont make fun of ur teammate " Jinu paced around and stopped by a tree to get support and put his hand on his forhead.

"Jinu, I know you want to do this all for us but man you've been bothering me with all the outfit measurements and you always came to my place when I was about to eat , I haven't eaten dinner properly since last week"

Abby started and complained all in one breath without stopping.

Jinu gaped at him and then composed himself " Hey you don't like this ? See how flowy I made it and your hat fits you perfectly-" abby interrupted him loudly "YAH you kept saying that my head is too big and it'll cost you lots of fabric" baby's hand moved and pulled on the earring hanging from mystery's ear and he screamed in pain "Why are you screaming now??" Jinu asked with a pained voice "He pulled the earring, I'm sensitive" mystery hissed with pain and baby looked around guiltily and grumbled "that was shiny"

Jinu took a deep breath and then vanished. The four of them looked at eachother with confusion "Hello ? I guess " abby brought his hand towards romance so he could shake it. Jinu and his idiotic plans , gathered the guys and didn't even make them meet eachother before hand.

The long haired one tossed his pink hair gracefully "Hello everyone, I'm romance , jinu told me that" he said in his slurred voice. Baby was taken aback. " He told me I'm baby , I have to do this too ?? Gugugaga I'm baby" he said this with horror in his eyes. "everytime I introduce myself " He looked like he will cry any minute.

Mystery was touching his hair thinking if his hair can do the tricks aswell. Their head shot up listening to the heavy breathing and screeching sounds of someone dragging something

"Guys- I-" Jinu took a deep breath and collapsed infront of the big green thing with lots of things and oh ? It had pictures of them in colourful clothes and various words whose meaning they don't truly know " just a minute , I need to- ah- breathe- " he took a big gulp air "okay I think I'm okay" abby went around jinu and pulled him up , bringing the muscles to use.

The next second jinu was all bright and cheerful and pointing on the big green board with a stick wait where did the stick come from ? He pointed on the big white page in the middle of the board and tapped on it twice "we will be a Kpop group" his smile was Brighter than gwi-ma at that moment. " We have the outfits, I am halfway done with the song-and and OH I've also made some moves , my little soda pop my little soda pop pop pop mhhhhh" he trailed of happily while moving his shoulder in a way that translated as dislocated shoulder to the other four.

Abby tried to copy him and got his sleeve tangled up in the chains of his hat. "I'm not doing that shoulder thing in these clothes" jinu got offended by abby's remark and said "What do you take me for ?? I have other outfits, outfits that fans will looooveeee" he kept dragging the love and would've probably dragged it more if abby didn't interrupt again "I need new hair- like him" he pointed at romance and upon hearing his name , he showed them a hair flick and mystery's hand slowly went to his own hair and stayed there, looking sad.

" No we cannot grow you hair to that length in a week ?? We have one week to present to gwi ma and then enter the human world and win, no no noooo we cannot do it " jinu was close to panicking again.

" Hey hey who said I want to do toss toss with my hair? I just want that colour , pink , flower" . Relief was visible on jinu's face "Ohhhhhh u meant that, okay". He beamed and went back to pointing on the board

" Next we need a name , I'll think of it but I am open to suggestions, as I'm so tired doing everything alone" he said while mumbling the last part to himself.

Mystery raised his hand " New clothes ? " then jinu replied " yes yes tomorrow , you need to see those in daylight, I'm sooo excited , soda pop!!! " he squeeled. And suddenly his happiness was cut short because baby had him by the collar and pushed back on the board and glaring at him with threatening eyes " You're not making me wear baby clothes right? RIGHT ? " he growled and jinu replied in a tiny voice , out of breath " the board, it'll fall- its important plans " baby released his grip on jinu's collar and he fixed his clothes.

Jinu cleared his throat and said " It's even better ".

Baby was horrified, eyes shaking , the sparkle in jinu's eyes terrieid him.

" So if that's done can we do something about his hair " abby complained as he pointed to mystery's hair. In a second myystery jumped on abby and bit on his arm , abby squirmed with a clinging mystery on him and tried to push him off " Before you only looked insane , now you've started acting like one too , oh wait we're demons " he laughed and successfully pushed mystery off.

Romance got a hold of mystery and fixed his hair.

"Boys, let me show you something" jinu was now sitting under the tree and called them and waved a rectangular thing in the air. Baby for some reason was really curious about the rectangular thing and was the first one to come closer to jinu. Jinu moved back a little, still a bit shaken from the earlier moments of being held by the collar by a short fiesty person.

They all huddled up around jinu and were looking at the rectangular thing with anticipation, baby mostly.

" Let me show you soemthing , especially you abby so you'd finally shut up about mystery's hair"

The rectangular thing glowed and there were humans dancing and singing on it. A bit sensually. Romance was mesmerised by it and mystery's eyes were glued to one person that looked too much like him , he'd think it was him if only the persons hair weren't an odd ash colour. Baby was in love all together, no one knew by what. The dance, the song , the outfits, or maybe just the device.

Abby was in denial " Who are they?" Jinu looked up from the device. " they are a kpop group, onlyoneof. Look at that guys hair, seee??? Fans love that. Stop making fun of mystery's hair". Abby looked at him and then soemthing clicked in his mind " wait , mystery ? MYSTERY?? He is called mystery ???" He was baffled.

Romance looked at abby with a judgemental expression " you did not know ? " " NO " abby replied in a questioning tone " No one told me ".

Baby was so unbothered by the others, he kept staring at the device. He poked jinu "where did you get this from ?" , jinu stillscared of baby , was startled , "I got this from the human world" he replied proudly " its called an iPAD , you can watch lots of things on it " he felt like a proud dad for some reason.

" Can I have it ? For tonight? " baby asked and jinu didn't understand why baby wanted it but he complied and handed over the iPad to baby. Jinu could swear he saw baby smile.

He pointed his finger at abby and said "YOU , no more making fun of mysterys hair, fans will love him , you'll see , that's his thing "

Abby grumbled something but then "Hey so when do I get my hair like a flower? " jinu was so exhausted by now he yawned and said " tomorrow , come to my place by 7 then we'll make you a flower " abby giggled a little and when he felt mystery staring at him he immediately stopped.

Jinu got up and announced "I'll be leaving , lots of preparations to do , soda pop!!" He popped the P and started dragging his green board away and baby started walking with the iPad head carefully in his hand.

Abby asked to specifically no one " Where does he get all these things from".

P.s

( I am so embarrassed by this , it's not what I wanted it to be . Turned out weird. I've alot in my mind but I don't think I'll be able to write. I wanted to be funny but I feel like I didn't do it right )

[mister-faltine]

When will we see the rest of the Faltines or even an arc focused on them? I can't stand seeing them so far in the background and we've only had I think 5 appearances (or even less) of them. Their last appearance was in 2018's Doctor Strange.

Doctor Strange (2018) #10.

Writer - Mark Waid.

Artist - Jesús Saíz.

P.S: I really want to know more about them, because they've been in the comics for so long, and like... they're Dormammu, Clea, and Umar's species! How has Marvel still not done an event with the Faltines being the focus? They have already been shown to be a threat and I wanted to know more about their culture/society. If only Dormammu and Umar had a solo comic series of their own...

[tea-cat-arts]

So like, the Wens attacking Lotus Pier obviously wasn't wwx's fault and they had wanted to attack for a long time and were just waiting for an excuse, but also if I was trapped in a room with a hungry bear I'd probably also be mad at the dude who poked it with a stick