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So, for the last few months (since October 28 2024), life has decided to dry-fuck me without lubricant.

It started with my aunt having a stress fracture in her leg, and she planted herself in a kitchen chair for a solid week and refused to move. She finally "fell" out of the chair (eased herself off the chair and onto the floor) got her to the ER, and once she was there, they found blood clots in her lungs.

They discharged her to a rehab facility, where the hospital noticed quarter-sized bedsores. At the rehab facility, let's just say, they did not properly care for my aunt, and the bedsores got gangrene. They also would not give her the correct medication, so she had ulcers in her esophagus and was vomiting up blood.

Long story short, my aunt ended up in a coma for months, a ventilator tube had to be replaced with a trach tube, and she hasn't walked since the 28th.

That left me to run two houses; I kept my house (me and my mother) going while cooking for my uncle, too, helping to occasionally do his laundry (he's driving 200 mi back and forth every day, so it's reasonable) and I was taking his two dogs out twice to three times a day. This was our routine until about... three weeks ago.

I broke my RIGHT ankle. The first time, I tore something, possibly my Achilles tendon. A week later, I was unloading groceries and the ankle collapsed on me. I strained a muscle in my chest and broke my ankle. I'm waiting on the referral to a foot/ankle specialist now, and I'm stuck back in the walking boot.

Plus, my older cat, Maggie, passed away while I was fighting with my sister, so that was fine, and? One my aunt and uncle's dogs--the boxer, Scout--had to be put down because she couldn't survive the surgery to fix her stomach because all the stomach was dead.

I'm a little bit overwhelmed right now. And I'm running on empty since oh, fucking JANUARY.

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@help-help-i-need-an-adult we've got raspberries fresh off the press!

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y’all expose yourselves and take this fanfic test i was just forced to by an irl so now i’m making you too

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Have the lambs stopped screaming, Clarice?

Please look at these babies!

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In Ancient Rome, there were four types of poisons.

Poisons I, II, and III were deadly, but Poison IV just made you really itchy.

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Am I the only one who's discovered Hades and been playing it non-stop?

I am?

Just checking. Please carry on with your day.

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Stranger Things (2016 - ) I 4.08

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Elaborate in the tagss

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There is nothing more precious to me as a writer than the comments left on AO3. Whenever I get that email notification, I wonder what kind of comment was left. To have a little fun, I'm going to sort the typical comments into a few different categories and share my reactions to them as a writer.

If you feel I missed a comment type, please let me know. I'm curious to learn what other classifications you think exist (positive comment types only please - let's not make this negative). Also, if you wanted to tag yourself, I'd love you know what type of commenter you think you are.

The Polite Conversationalist - Your comment confirms that you read and enjoyed the fic or chapter. You offer praise for the author's efforts and encouragement for them to continue. - If this is you, please know that I'm imagining us holding a book club together. I brought us snacks.

The All Caps Reaction - You left the most unhinged comment. - You were screaming as you read it? I was screaming as I wrote it. Let's be friends.

The How Dare You - The angst is real. And painful. And I'm sorry but the story needed it. - This is a compliment of the highest order and I'm so glad you left it.

The Conspiracy Theorist - You are so invested that you are trying to figure out what comes next. - I'm so excited to read your ideas. They let me know the story tracks for you. And I'm either smiling because you guessed right and I'm excited for you to read what comes next, or I'm grinning because I know the plot twist is going to blow your mind.

The Catch-Up - You haven't commented in a while and are letting me know you are catching up. - I'm so glad you are back! I missed you. I know life gets busy and it means a lot to me that you took the time to read my story.

The Giggle - You laughed at my jokes and let me know. - Did we just become best friends? I'm already making you a bracelet.

The Callout - You found my favorite line in the chapter or fic. - I love you so much. You just made my day, my week, my month. Seriously, all the love for the reader. xoxo

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I love it when two characters are completely and utterly obsessed with each other to an unhealthy degree. Utter devotion to the point of insanity. To the point the lines blur as to what the nature of their relationship even is. Romantic? Platonic? Sexual? Familial? Professional? All and none of the above, somehow. They can’t exist without each other. Being together is making them both worse. They would watch each other sleep in bed at night every night if they could. They are literally always thinking about each other. They would kill and die for each other. They resent each other. Even seperating them isn't going to fix the situation at this point. They permanently live inside each other.

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#Literally wlw on mlm violence

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I have to say, I just started casually watching ofmd after basically watching it through you guys. I am already spoiled. I thought there would be no surprises. I am already aware of the best jokes, the foot touch, the plot beats. You can become an expert on any show simply by scrolling past gifs of it for months.

However, NONE of you prepared me for this little guy here:

It is profoundly obvious visually, through dash osmosis and general visible evidence, that this is a little man with a lot wrong with him. but what you cannot grasp from gifs is his voice. His voice is amazing: I did NOT expect it: I cannot describe it: the actor chews on his lines like a menacing guinea pig. It is like hearing Kermit the Frog trying to strangle his own puppeteer. Like someone has trapped a vengeful spirit in a balloon and is allowing it to speak prophecy, but only in short, squeaky bursts. No, I can’t describe it at all. I was expecting the character to be “scrungly” and was aware that many of you wish to place him in a jar and shake him vigorously, but I didn’t know he sounded like something that would cause all greyhounds in hearing distance to instantly go cross-eyed and launch themselves into outer space. He! Is! Scrofulous!!!!

If you watched the show on its first principles you probably wouldn’t have noticed this because you would have accepted it as part of the full sensory experience of the character, but if you have only encountered it as gifs for the best part of a year, the sound of this chap is one HELL of a shock . Definitely adds to the flavor. Enhances the sensory experience. Sign on today.

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AO3 Top Relationships Bracket- Round 2 Side 1

This poll is a celebration of fandom history; we're aware that there are certain issues with many of the listed pairings and sources, but they are a part of that history. Please do not take this as an endorsement, and refrain from harassment.

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Once upon a time, I intended to write a Topher & Echo Have A Fun Day With Shooting And Throwing Axes.

Yeah, I don't know what crack I was smoking, either. Mostly I wanted to give Topher a goddamn BREAK because my man was about to lose his goddamn mind.

This has been sitting in my email drafts for... five years? 09/2018, to be precise.

Free to a good home, be kind to Topher (we know what happens to him, my boy needs love.)

"Did I fall asleep?"

"For a little while."  Topher was stressing hard, but trying to keep his voice calm for the Active in the chair.

"Shall I go now?"

"Oh my God, YES PLEASE." He coughed, and shook his head. "I mean, if you like." Topher retreated into the post-imprint script even as every molecule of his being vibrated under his skin.

The Active and her handler left the lab, and Topher collapsed onto his couch. He wanted to go fully fetal, wrap his arms around his head, pull up his hoodie and scream until his voice was gone. Because honestly, he was having real trouble with the thought of his plans for his tech in the hands of people who were not him. But worse, it had been Adelle who had betrayed him, and that was the current bomb about to crack his coconut.

But he didn't trust Ivy within a league of his programming station, much less his imprints. And Doctor Whiskey Saunders was bat guano insane and prone to doing things like stalk him in the server room where he slept--past tense, notice, because he didn't sleep any more. Not with crazy doctor lady on the loose.

So he was working on a thirty-six hour no-sleeping binge, and he was starting to think that he was the one in need of a treatment, because Dolls didn't really care about things like misused tech and betrayal.  Or not sleeping.  Or crazy ex-Doll doctors.  

"Okay!"  Topher shot up off the couch, jerking himself awake with a shout.  The fact that he was even *considering* wiping his own coconut and wandering out with the bison meant that he needed help, capital-H Help, and it was quite possible there was no one in the House who cared enough to help.

"Topher?"  

"Aaah!"  He jerked, shocked as he turned around.  "Boyd!"  Of course, and Echo behind him.  "You... you... I told you I was gonna make you wear a bell if you didn't stop!"  The comment was directed at Echo and Boyd equally, though it was Echo he'd warned.  

"You need to get out of here for a little while," Boyd said calmly.  

"You're tired," Echo said just as quietly, and her fingertips reached out to gently touch the bags under his eyes.  "You need to sleep.  But you don't."

"Uh, no, there's about a thousand things on my mind keeping me from sleeping, and even if I was tired--which I'm not--" he was actually beyond exhausted and headed into sleep-deprivation.

"Trust me."  Echo pointed to the chair.  "Make me safe to help you."

Topher cocked his head to the side, and then looked back at Boyd.  "What is she saying?"

"Echo is booked on an anonymous gig who paid twice the normal fee to not give a name.  Only an address where the Active is to be dropped off," Boyd clarified.  "So you print her as whatever you need.  Bodyguard, teddy bear, exotic dancer that plays video games, I don't know.  Print her, take her, and go here."  He gave Topher a key.  "That's the executive suite at the Forrester, on the other side of town.  Ivy will take over printing for a couple of days, and you come back after you've gotten 48 hours of downtime."