#Sorta vent?

[little-doggy-boy-kisserstraight]

Ive been hoh since i was around 6, my hearing fluctuates and theres been times where ive been almost completely deaf. I got hearing aids at 10 and that was it.

I never learnt sign language. I never saw any deaf people on TV. I never met any deaf people due to living in a very rural area. I felt so isolated, especially since i had no one to relate too.

I desperately want to see more hoh/deaf representation, i want kids to learn sign language at school pleaseeeeeee

[heartofbalemoon]

me to u 💜💜

aegoooo you're a sweetheart;;; (=´ω`=)🫶✨️💜

[plant-droid]

I don't really know how to express this properly.

I fuckin' hate E-Liter mains so much that I need to have a rivalry with one where I can just constantly say "Fuck you, asshole!" and they're just going to be a smug bastard and brush me off. Then we make out vigorously make out in the locker rooms until one of us decides to quit, and by The Great Zapfish I am not going to fucking lose to that smug E-Liter bastard.

(Translation: I'm very mad at E-Liter mains, but I respect that other people have their own favorite weapons and that I shouldn't be too mad over someone using a specific kind of weapon...)

But if you use Respawn Punisher in Turf War, you're just an asshole /j

[moxijunk]

Man, I really wished the mcyters I watch would stop making fucking four hours long videos. Like, I don't have the attention span to sit through all of that. And don't even say "oh, you can watch it over the span on a couple of days". When I see the length, it's just very discouraging.

Doing it cause it's better for the algorithm. Sir, you have enough subscribers for the video to do well either way. [heavy sighing noises] like, I can deal with two hours, but three? Pushing it a little/depends on who's video it is. But four hours? I know there's people out there who's like "yeah, longer video, more content" but I just. I can't man. My dysfunctional conscious can't.

But it could be a me problem, cause me and time does not mix well. I have mini crisises over the fact that I feel like the days go by in a blink. I'm am having a panic attack over the fact that there's not enough time in a day, and my life is a mess, and. [sighs] I already feel like my life is over even though I am, what? 18 as of this post? Legally an adult? I am just. not ready for life and I am being fucked by it. It right in the face.

But anyways, back to the topic on hand. Fucking sobbing over this, but what can I really do about it? Guess it just is what it is. I miss when mcyters had shorter videos.

[bigcanasfan95]

finished the safehouse nightmare heist for the first time, and i ran it on very hard.

so yeah i know early payday2 content is a little doodoo fart but that was easily the least fun i've played in pd2, cloakers aren't impactful if there's just a fuckin billion of them jumping ur shit every 30 seconds.

[princessdetective685]

is it fine to want to stay the hell away from people because they passionately hate the stuff you love ?

[tseliius]

hey guys ykw you’re super fixated on an interest but nobody else knows enough about that interest or wants to do anything with it with you and you kinda wanna kill yourself about it .

happy mondayyyy

[random-intrusive-thoughts]

I've been trying to get into RPing again lately and.. honestly I don't remember it being this difficult? 😅

Like if I manage to find someone that is into the same topics I'm in; like they're ok with violence, angst, fluff-smutt mix, gore etc. They tend to not be that good at writing/only reply with 1 or 2 sentence responses

But then, on the other hand, if they're like a really good writer, I've noticed they tend to be more reserved. Not wanting/are uncomfortable with fight scenes that may have blood, character death, or drama

AND THEEENN! On the super duper rare occasions, they're both a good writer and like similar topics like me. They tend to do two or three replies at a time then just disappear for months ;–;

Like I understand life happens and such, don't get me wrong! I just find it kinda funny when I get angry messages asking why I haven’t responded to the rp yet.

While I tend to be nervous when it comes to sending reminder messages and just sorta wait patiently for their turn

[lumiwasneverthere]

forcing all my current interests to the forefront of my brain so I wont have to think about school starting again tomorrow so I wont have a panic attack and/or a meltdown; I am thriving

[greys-reblog]

Are you fucking following me.

[neilperryssuicidalthoughts]

SO REAL THO 😭

Not my vid

[transcutie]

Sometimes I think about getting a tablet. Drawing with a mouse sucks sometimes because you can't apply pressure and make sharp nice lines. Probably why a prefer not doing line art in my work but when i do it, it looks better just takes much longer.

Also the test elevator stuff came out and a just BLUH. Too much drama, Hopefully I can get a functional game out soon so I can have something to do. Hard to trust any creator on ROBLOX now a days and I'm not in any ROBLOX communities who just chat and draw.

[little-baby-corvid]

I just Wana be smal n safe :// m papa n m dragon stuffing Quincy wiww pwotecc m tho!!

[smartzelda]

Seeing so many specific posts about "Man it'll be so sad when Nine dies" or "Man can you imagine how it's going to be when the narrative makes Sonic kill Nine" that I'm just like

Buddy I'm convinced at this point y'all want Nine dead

Why do you want him to die so badly?

[babyblankyerror]

Alexithymia

[khunwriting]

[In Sickness and in Health]

Synopsis: When you wake up incredibly ill, Ruggie comes to take care of you.

Genre: Fluff

Notes: Nonsexual nudity (Ruggie helps you bathe), established relationship

Pairing: Ruggie Bucchi x Reader

The first thing you noticed upon waking up was that there was an incredible discomfort in your throat. It hurt to swallow, and it felt as if the insides were coated in something thick and tacky. Not only that, you found that it was difficult to breathe due to your stuffy nose and you felt extremely cold despite the layer of sweat coating your overheating body.

With a massive grimace, you realized you were miserably sick. 

So when Grim woke up, you had to tell him with a painfully croaky voice that you wouldn’t be going to school with him. It took a while, but you had eventually assured the little direbeast that you’d be okay if he went to class—Though, Grim begrudgingly left with a sweet, worried expression and a promise to come back immediately after classes were done. 

Once you sent him off with a flushed face and weak smile, you had flopped back into bed. The ghosts were kind enough to be mindful of their hauntings and grabbed you a cool glass of water and another blanket after noticing your shivering. 

Honestly, you felt horrible. Your harsh coughs echoed throughout the rickety dorm in the same manner that it rattled in your chest. And despite feeling perfectly fine the day before, you felt as if you had forgotten the freeing sensation of being able to breathe normally without a congested nose. 

With what little energy you had to deal with your sickness, you opted to get some more sleep. Or at least you tried. It was difficult to truly relax as everything was either too hot or too cold, and you just couldn’t settle into a more comfortable position. Every time the tendrils of unconsciousness crept up on you, there was something that pulled you away from going completely asleep, whether it was the scratchiness clawing at your throat or the gasping heaves to get oxygen into your lungs. 

So, you laid in between being awake while not fully present. Time felt off to your sickly, delirious self, but the clock on the wall told you that it was well into first period, which was odd considering the front door to the dorm had just swung open. Because of how quiet Ramshackle was, the sound reverberated throughout the building, and judging by the footsteps, it wasn’t your little buddy. The person made their way to your bedroom, giving it a quick knock before opening the door. 

“Ruggie?” Your voice came out craggly, and, even to your own clogged ears, it sounded rough to listen to. Yet Ruggie didn’t grimace at the sound, instead, his lips curled into a gentle smile as he shut the bedroom door behind him.

“Hey, pretty. Heard from Grim that you weren’t doing so hot,” The hyena spoke softly as he made his way to your side, setting down the multiple plastic bags he brought with him on the nightstand. Ruggie raised one of his hands to your face, pressing the back of it to your forehead and cheek. His cool hand brought a euphoric comfort to your burning body, and you couldn’t help but sigh in relief. “Geez, you’re burning up real bad, babe…” 

“Shouldn’t you be in defense magic right now…?” You asked, nuzzling into his hand. At your question, Ruggie let out an offended scoff. 

“How can I focus in class knowing you’re sick in this dump? So I got you some soups and medicine—courtesy of Leona!” He answered, gesturing to the bags on the nightstand with his head. He retracted his hand all while ignoring your pitiful protest. “C’mon, you gotta take some meds. I got you the liquid one since it’ll be easier to swallow,”

“Don’t wanna,” Were you being childish? Absolutely, but Ruggie only snickered at your defiance. He wrapped an arm underneath your shoulders and helped you sit up. Once you got situated, the beastman reached into one of the bags and pulled out the aforementioned medicine. 

“I know, it’s not the best, but the quicker you take it, the quicker you get better,” Ruggie said as he ripped off the plastic and measured out the correct dosage into the little plastic cap. Upon noticing the deep frown settling on your face, the hyena gently shook the medicine with an adorable pout, big round eyes, and droopy ears. Your heart practically melted at Ruggie’s pleading expression and you could feel your stubbornness fade away. “Pretty please?” 

“Ugh! You’re the worst,” You groaned, snatching the cap—though not without a lethargic swat at his arm. Instantly, his lips curled into a smug grin, akin to a cat finally capturing a mouse it’s been hunting after. 

“And yet you fall for it every time,” He cooed while you knocked back the liquid with an exaggerated wince. Your boyfriend only laughed at the contorted expression twisting your face before taking the now empty cap. “Have you eaten yet?”

When you shook your head no, Ruggie stood up to deal with the plastic bags still sitting on your nightstand. They were clearly hefty, and, one by one, Ruggie took out some plastic containers of different soups: Chicken noodle, minestrone, wonton soup, lentil soup, and there were still a few more. Your jaw dropped both at the variety and number, shooting the hyena a bewildered look, where he returned a wicked grin in response.

“Like I said, Leona graciously let me borrow his wallet to buy some breakfast, so I made sure you’re covered for the next few meals. Now, which one do you want?” When you pointed to one of the containers, Ruggie picked it up, popped the lip off, and grabbed one of the many take-out spoons. You had tried to take the soup from him when he sat back on the bed, but he moved the container away from you with a scolding shake of his head. “Nuh-uh, let me take care of you,” 

You rolled your eyes with a resigned sigh, but still opened your mouth. Little by little, Ruggie spoonfed you the soup, being sure to blow on it to make sure it wasn’t scorching for you. So once you had your fill of soup, you leaned back against the headboard and watched Ruggie clean up the mess on the nightstand. Taking the rest of the bags, Ruggie leaned down to press a loving kiss to your still warm temple.

“I’m gonna put the rest of the soups in the fridge. Drink some water, and I’ll be back,” And then he bounded out of the room with his tail wagging, leaving you beaming the glass in your grasp. He was gone for a handful of minutes, but when he was back at your bedside with grabby hands. “Let’s get you in the bath and see if we can break that fever of yours,” 

It was a little bit of a struggle to stand up, seeing as you still felt a bit woozy, but your partner was more than ready to support your weight. He let you lean against his side as he wrapped an arm around your torso. Slowly, the two of you walked out of the bedroom and towards the bathroom. Ruggie helped you sit on the toilet and began filling the bathtub with water.

“You know you don’t have to do this, babe,” You sniffled, watching Ruggie dip his hand in the water to make sure the water was the perfect temp. Ruggie looked over his shoulder to send you a dazzling smile, showing off his fangs in the shoddy bathroom light.

“I know, so that means I want to, yeah?” Sevens, did you adore your scrappy, little hyena. He must’ve seen the love welling up in your eyes cause he let out a delighted laugh before standing up. Once the water levels were high enough, the beastman turned off the faucet and turned to you. “Can’t take a bath with clothes on, can we?”

Ever the helpful boyfriend, Ruggie stepped closer to help you out of your sleepwear. All your articles of clothes slipped off, leaving you completely nude. You stood up with mildly shaky legs, and the beastman helped you slip into the lukewarm bathtub.

“Nice, ain’t it?” Ruggie sat on the bathroom floor and rested his arms on the side of the tub as he watched you sink into the water with a long exhale. You nodded, feeling your warm skin cool down. Another cough rattled in your chest, making you cover your mouth in your damp elbow. At your side, the hyena beastman let out a low hum, his ears flicking at the coarse sound. “I gotta swing by Sam’s to pick up some cough drops for ya,” 

“Do it later,” You said, craning your neck to look at him once the ache in your chest ebbed away. You batted your eyes and pursed your lips into a cute pout, trying your best to look utterly adorable in spite of the cold racking you. “I wanna spend time with you. Pretty please?” 

“Shishishi—Now, who am I to refuse such a cute face?” Ruggie crooned with his signature laugh. He leaned in and nuzzled his nose against your wet neck, earning an affectionate hum from you. 

So just like that, the two of you sat in the bathroom. Ruggie was the one to mostly drive the conversation, but you were more than happy to listen to him. In fact, you were leaning against the side of the tub, peering up at him while he was wetting your hair and lathering it in shampoo. His fingers scratched delicately against your scalp, and it felt really nice to be pampered—and something told you Ruggie was more than happy to assist you in any way, judging by the awfully fond glimmer in his pretty hues.

Once the beastman seemed pleased with his work, he cupped his hands into the water and rinsed all the suds out of your hair. The moment that your hair was clean and all the foam dissipated into the bathwater, Ruggie helped step out of the bathtub. He instantly wrapped a fluffy towel around you, momentarily draining the water, before returning his full attention back to you.

“I still can’t get over how good at this you are,” You muttered as he grabbed another towel to focus on drying your hair. He was careful not to tug on your strands as he gently squeezed your hair between the fabric. In the meantime, you took the towel around your body and began dabbing away at your soaked form. 

“Got a lot of experience helping the kids back home, ya know,” He responded with a small grin. “By the way, granny wants to know when you’re coming back to visit. Said the kids misses you,” 

“Maybe when we have a free weekend, we can visit. I’ll see if Trey can help me make some treats to bring back for them,” You mused, focusing on drying under your arms and chest. Even without looking, you could already imagine how furiously his tail must be wagging at the idea. “Sounds good, Rugs?” 

“Super good!” Ruggie replied instantly and leaned in to nose your warm cheek. Your heart felt incredibly full as he returned to his task with a clearly excited energy surrounding him. 

Within a few minutes, both your hair and body were completely dry. Your partner seemed rather giddy when he checked your forehead to see that the bath had helped lessen your fever. Of course, you still needed rest so Ruggie was quick to help you slip your legs and arms back into your pajamas. It wasn’t until you were finally back in your bed and bundled in the blankets did he finally settle down. 

Well, it was more like you coaxed him to settle down by making grabby hands at him; he had practically lept into your bed at the invitation to cuddle. 

“Thank you, Ruggie,” You said once the beastman had pressed his entire form against you, burying his face into your temple while his arms snaked around your body. In return, you slung your own arm around his waist and tucked your face into his chest.

“Anything for you,” He answered easily. The way the words tumbled out so honestly made your heart skip a beat, and another bout of adoration to swell in you. With the little strength remaining in your sickly self, you gave Ruggie the most loving squeeze you could.

“I love you,” A pleased rumble vibrated through the beastman’s chest as he leaned back to peer down at you. 

“Love you too, pretty,” Ruggie whispered sweetly. The hyena pressed his forehead against yours, making sure to lock eyes with you with utmost sincerity. “Till death do us part,” 

And as if to seal the vow, he bestowed a kiss onto your growing smile.