#PERSONAL EXPERIENCE. OKAY?!

[ray935sworld]

A sting because I care

Pedrenzo

Cw: mention/use of syringe, needles, medication, chronically ill Dani

Dani had layed down before dinner. He was tired, his bones were aching. He felt like his bones were glued together, frozen in the joints.

He knew he was physically still able to move but right now it felt like he couldn't. His legs and arms felt too heavy so he just kept his eyes closed, refusing to move for a while.

At some point, he heard the door open. He kept his eyes closed, he knew it could only be his boyfriend. He heard his steps. He walked towards the bed. There was another sound. He placed something on the bedside table. Then the mattress gave in next to Dani.

He felt Jorge's body hover over him. "Are you awake?" he asked. Dani shook his head as an answer and got a laughter for it. "Yes you are." Again he shook his head.

"OH well that is very unfortunate" he whispered. Dani felt the younger man sat down on his lower stomach. "Because that means you won't see me shirtless" His eyes opened immediately. "Awake." he said causing Jorge to laugh out loud.

"Thought so" Dani's eyes ran over the very much still clothed young man. He looked great nonetheless. His hair messy, wearing some old oversized shirt, a smile on his face.

"Mmmh...." he mumbled and reached for him. It felt like breaking the ice in his body. It wasn't painful. Just uncomfortable. And exhausting. A pressure he couldn't erase.

"I'm here" Jorge said, leaning in to meet his hand. He leaned over, his hand on Dani's body. There eyes still focused on the other.

"So tell me..." Jorge whispered as he leaned in. "Do you want me to lift your shirt, so your stomach is all mine..." he whispered, his hand slightly squeezing his closed thigh. "Or would you prefer me to take your pants off, so I have easy access?" "Mmmmh... Why chose?" he asked with a suggestive grin. "I'm all yours"

Joreg smiled. His face soft, his eyes caring. It wasn't the way he usually looked when he wanted Dani. Normally he'd look more like a predator. Like he was ready to attack him any time, to claim and love him. Dani loved that feeling. But being looked at with so much love and care was even better.

"OH I'd love that. I could undress you and then just have my way with you, couldn't I?" "Yeah. Do it." He breathed out. His body might hurt but he knew Jorge would be gentle. He knew Jorge could fuck him hard and fast. But he also knew he'd be soft and caring, slowly and lovely.

He felt a hand on his cheeks, warm against his skin. It felt like a relief somehow. Softly he nuzzled against it.

"Dani" it sounded more serious. "Mmh?" "It's been a week. Time for your meds" His eyes flew open.

Pants or shirt off, he remembered. He could inject his meds in his thigh or stomach. And it's been a week since the last dose. Time for his meds.

Fuck. His meds. He hated taking his meds. He knew they were good. He knew they were working. But he hated having to take them. It reminded him that he was sick. It reminded him that ever since he was a teenager, he knew his body was against him. Not just due to his smaller statue.

Dani sighed loudly which made the younger giggle. It was only now that Dani realized that Jorge had already placed the desinfaction spray and the meds on the bedside table.

"And here I was thinking I'd get laid." "Awee, my poor horny love" he replied as he backed away, standing up and giving Dani a hand to pull himself up. With one hand, Jorge softly nudges his legs over the edge of the bed.

He knew Dani always chose the leg, never the stomach. The thought that Jorge would stare on his stomach, pinch him in the fat made him uncomfortable. So thigh it was. Therefore he now sat on the edge of the bed, Jorge kneeling infront of him.

"You're lucky you're already cooking." Dani muttered, visible annoyed while Jorge got ride of the older man's trousers. "I know. I'd cook whatever you want for you, you know that" he whispered.

And Dani knew it. He leaned back and nodded. He knew Jorge would cook for him. Whatever he wanted. It was one of the many surprisingly soft sides the younger had that Dani only discovered once they got closer.

"Cold" he heard Jorge's warning before the cold disinfectant hit his skin. Jorge had only done it a few times so far but he was a lot more confident in doing it than Dani who has had the same meds for more than a year now

While Jorge was preparing everything, desinficted the place, taking tbe syringe out, making sure it was the right one and that there was no air left, Dani's mind drifted off. He remembered how this whole thing had started, how shocked Jorge had looked the first time he had learned about his chronic illness.

He remembered how shy Jorge had been when he bought Dani a few fruits, pain meds and other supplements, that always helped him handling the symptoms. How careful he had been when he realized Dani had a flare up, always understandung, no matter how angry Dani was about his own condition.

Jorge had been everything Dani could have asked for when handling his illness. And now, the 23 year old on his knees, carefully pinching the skin on the side of the thigh, looking up to make sure he was ready, Dani felt wrapped in love.

But when he looked at Jorge and the needle in his hand, he felt panic. His eyes went wide and that thought that the rather long needle would be completely buried in his thigh.

"Wait wait" he said, flinching forward and holding onto his wrist. He couldn't explain the fear that suddenly gripped him. He knew it was childish and that at the end if the day, he'd have to take the meds. "I... Don't. No. Please. I don't want to. Please-" "Dani, you need to take the meds"

Jorge had a stern but soft look. He wouldn't be the one to bargain. "But it'll hurt." Dani whispered. He felt ridiculous. He was used to crashing on bikes going more than 300km/h but the quick pain of a syringe was apparently too much?

"I know but it'll be over before you know it. And it'll help you more than it'll hurt" "No. Just. No. Jorge I don't want-" he almost begged. Jorge nodded, the pleading tone becoming too much. "Okay."

He knew Dani was exhausted, his mind foggy. He wasn't in his right mind.

Quickly, he leaned in. He was now closer to his face. "Dani, I love you. I want you to be okay." he said, hoping to calm him down. "But-" "Dani, it's okay. We can try again after dinner." "Promise?" "Promise. I love you soo much. I love you so incredible much, corazon. Mi amore."

"I love you too" he replied before Jorge kissed him. It was a soft kiss. Careful and long. Dani didn't notice how Jorge's hand moved again, gripping his thigh once more. Instead he just put his hand around Jorge's cheek.

He smiled happily. He was just about to say something between kisses when a soft "Ehhhgg-" escaped his mouth, caused by a barely noticeable pinch on this leg. Another, more intense pressure followed.

He stared at Jorge, blinking in confusion. He realized what had happened. The younger one grinned mischievously, knowing his plan had succeeded.

Then it hit Dani. He had been tricked. Distracted with sweet words and a kiss while Jorge had injected the meds in his leg.

He felt like a child. "You asshole tricked me" he replied. Jorge smiled and gave him another kiss. "See? Didn't hurt?" he asked and quickly pulled the syringe out of the skin, wiping the remaining yellow liquid away and putting everything to the side so he could throw it away soon.

"I hate you" The Honda rider said, no heat in it, just a look of disapproval on his face. Jorge just smiled, standing up. "And I hate when you don't take your meds and have a flare up" he replied and kissed his cheek.

Objectively, Dani knew he was right. But still. He decided to ignore that fact.

"Come on, you can be pouty over dinner." the younger man joked and a few minutes later, Jorge was sitting next to Dani in there bed, there TV running with whatever show. They ate and soon afterwards Dani fell asleep against Jorge.

Jorge smiled, wrapping his arms around the other, pulling him against him. He kissed his head and whispered.

"I'll always take care of you"

[sadisthetic]

the madness frustration loneliness of the dissonance of a mismatch of the rotten heart to the rest

allosexual aromantic swag happy pride *peaces out*

[ceelibeans]

stick to the script

[northstarscowboyhat]

Doodles from a call with friends. Hey did you guys know I really like Clover from UTY-

[egophiliac]

I saw comments that the new butler from Ridekamens look like Sebek

He...kinda does

I wasn't gonna say it, but. that was kind of my first thought when he was revealed. :') maybe this is what Sebek's older brother is doing these days? he ran off to buttle for secret agents at a superhero cafe? actually wait that would be rad as heck, I'll accept this headcanon

[miitopia-cake]

I wish some aces would stop excluding other aces with complex sexual experiences. like I get why but you have to realize that being ace does not mean they don't enjoy sexual experiences and it's weird when you complain about allo people and boil it down to "people who have sexual experiences" and also shame people for their sex life and kinks as if your own community doesnt INCLUDE those people. because there are other aces out there who still masturbate, who feel sexually attracted to their own body, who barely experiences sexual attraction but still enjoys sex, who like consuming sexual media, who like sfw kink. being ace is so so much more complex than just "disliking sex". and also aromantic exclusionism in the same genre of posts is something i see a lot. especially aro allos. I hate hate hate seeing a community that SHOULD be inclusive boil down sexuality and exclude people.

[aroacesafeplaceforall]

why are people out here shipping my boy tintin, hes aroace and does not understand love and i will take no criticism

[vaguely-concerned]

having seen at least the rough outlines of all the romances now I have to say that I think emmrich's is probably objectively the best in terms of coherence and completeness of story arc (with the understanding that ultimately the 'best' romance is whichever one makes YOUR heart sing anyway so objectivity is a silly thing to claim that way, it just felt like it's the arc with the most well-paced focused content and the least dangling threads)... but lucanis' is my favourite haha. just. the whole kneeling before your beloved full of reverence but without any of the distance that usually implies??? his complete undramatic certainty and calm in every scene with rook after this, having spent the whole game caught between fear and longing???? mr. lives in a pantry but it says nothing about my psyche don't worry about it it's purely for tactical reasons that I keep myself contained in a small dark room not entirely unlike a cell, love among the parsnips -- finally coming to rook in their room and it's so comfortable and comforting???? after all the times rook supports and comforts him through the game he's finally able to return the same to them when they need it while being so calm and steady and it's so fucking sweet and feels so effortless and with no price attached?????? he basically assigns himself the role of your bodyguard and he WILL stab a god over it??????????????? the turn to protector (which was in his heart all along longing to get out and find a place) of it all????? he sounds like he's found himself unexpectedly stumbling into such a soul-lightening state of revelatory existential relief, full on 'you only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves' mary oliver style, and he goes and he shares that with rook and protectively envelops them in it when they're hurting??????????????????????????? hello for the maker's sake hello can anyone hear me?????

[anomalymon]

The Plural Community Needs to Write More Essays and Make More Resources

This has been a pretty big push in the alterhuman community, but hasn't quite reached the plural community yet. So

Systems: Write about your experiences! Post them!

It doesn't have to be good or coherent, but we want to see more experiences that aren't just bland, blanket positivity posts or term coining with zero substance. Some of our favorite writings we've read have had poor grammar and disjointed paragraphs!

Reasons to write about your experiences:

It can make people who have that experience both realize they're not alone and learn ways they can explore that experience

It can be education for people who don't experience that so they can learn what it's like

It gives more potential for citation for those who are making more comprehensive resources

They can be used several years down the line to track trends and events within the plural community

Also want to combat anti-endos? Write about your experiences. Humanize yourself (for lack of a better term). Create solidarity with others and encourage them to be out about themselves. Don't let psychiatric texts, syscourse rants, and simple definitions be the only information about your group!

We'll tack on what we're interested in seeing, but feel free to reblog and add anything too:

Guides! Guides on how your system does things, or guides that can help other systems

How plurality intersects with other disabilities or neurodivergence

Headspace tours, art about your headspace, collages

The effects drugs or medication has on your system

Non-traditional roles, or even how traditional roles do their day to day tasks

Different types of plurality intersecting (i.e. systems who fit more than one of DID, endogenic multiplicity, medianhood, soulbonding, etc)

Spirituality and religion intersecting with plurality

Seriously, whatever you want to talk about

[canisalbus]

Idk if you've ever seen it, but I imagine Machete coming to Vasco in his dreams like bambi's mom does to him in bambi 2. Just this beautiful golden field they played in, shining butterflies haloing Machete who isn't sickly, isn't in pain, a healthy beautiful dog but still undeniably himself. Looking at him with so much love and kindness, even though his mortal form is gone, he's been so truly blessed. Gives Vasco the strength to go on.

.

[fennelwasp]

P1 clara route oh my god

[archivewriter1ont]

[liondrakes]

“To be wild is to be free” or anything associating the wilderness with freedom is a manmade concept when you stop and think about it.

Like, theriform animals don’t really have the same concept of freedom as our societies do (if at all). Freedom is commonly associated with independence or liberation from something besides yourself; in the case of our community, it’s associated with releasing oneself from humanity, any dependence on humans or human society, and/or the constructs therein. Theriform animals who’re wild or feral are viewed as animals who’re “born free”. Yet, that doesn’t make sense when you look at it from their point-of-view.

They are intelligent, make no mistake. That said, their perception of the world doesn’t factor the same concepts as ours. Typically, they don’t go about their existence with a concept of freedom— at least not akin to how our societies understand freedom. That’s simply their means of survival.

Some folks look to wild or feral theriform animals and think they understand themselves in the way, for example, Spirit understood himself in his titular film. But that’s a fictionalized perspective. It was depicted by human beings using a concept of freedom that they personally understand, not that of theriform mustangs.

I’m surprised not a lot of animal folk (especially therians) talk about this.

[sideblogdotjpeg]

ive been thinking about the red string superstition recently and also sol bufo always and it makes me sick how uncannily caldwell tanner has made sol to perfectly target me personally

(+ cropped versions !)

[darlingofdots]

like I do think we need to acknowledge that being asexual can suck. I'm proud to be queer and I'm happy for everyone whose experience is different but for me, specifically, being asexual sucks. If I had the choice, I would change this about myself. The ways in which it affects my life are frustrating and upsetting to me and it's not just a question of accepting myself or 'coming to terms with' who I am, it is a very real impact on my interactions and relationships with other people, my existence in my community, and what the rest of my life will look like. I think it's important to talk about this not only in the context of the very real discrimination and exclusion that asexuals experience as a consequence of acephobia but also just the frustration of having so many choices and experiences taken away from you just because of your orientation

[shushmal]

hi! since you were asking for prompts. I have two Steddie ones. you can just choose if you'd like to do one, or none, it's all cool I appreciate you even taking them. tysm: - 1. Steve hosts a Hellfire game night and Eddie stays afterward to help clean up. (maybe first kisses?) 2. filler scene of Eddie helping Steve clean his wounds and get dressed after they buy the outfits from TWZ.

sorry i was waiting for my demons to find me again before i could fill this prompt

"You are NOT pouring vodka on your open wounds, Harrington."

Steve, the absolute madman, doesn't even look up at Eddie when he replies. "I don't think everclear is vodka," he says, turning the bottle in his hand. He squints at the label. "...Yeah, definitely doesn't say the word vodka anywhere on here. So probably fine, right?"

"I need you to understand that that's worse," Eddie hisses. This week is going to be the death of him—he's never been so stressed out in his life. "You're going to burn your skin off."

Finally, Steve looks up at him. "Everclear burns skin off?" he asks, incredulous, like Eddie's being serious. "Why do people drink it then?"

Steve Harrington is determined to be Eddie's last straw.

"Probably to forget the monster portals that apparently keep popping up around town, now give me that, you psycho," Eddie says, snatching the alcohol from him. "And it's cheap. But, you're gonna do more damage than good with that crap, and it'll hurt worse than rubbing alcohol."

But Steve puffs up, shoulder's back. "I can handle pain, it's fine!" he insists. "I need to be in top shape for this!"

Eddie blows out a frustrated breath. Damn this guy. Eddie had just had a heartfelt moment with Dustin and he was feeling pretty gooey about there little group afterwards, and then Robin Buckley, looking a little green, had asked Eddie to help Steve with his rabies. If Eddie had known it's be like herding cats, he might have refused.

"Just trust me, man," Eddie says, tossing the bottle out the door. Someone squawks in surprise, but Eddie doesn't spare them a thought. "Now let's go find you some niiice peroxide or literally anything NOT specifically made to destroy your liver and flesh."

"Fine," Steve grumbles. And then has the audacity to pout, which has the added consequence of being cute and Eddie's going to have an aneurysm before it's all over. "They do it in the movies all the time."

"Yeah," Eddie sighs. He grabs Steve's arm and drags him towards the little bathroom. "Unfortunately, this isn't a movie, big guy."

Steve huffs again, but he doesn't shake off Eddie's hold. His skin is warm under Eddie's hand, his pulse jumping against his cold fingers. Eddie squeezes a little, just to feel the thump, thump, thump of Steve being alive—pretends Steve's heartbeat is an unspoken promise, that all of this is going to be okay.