#Certain Medication

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[katebeckets]

how to say "I love you" in x-files [193/?] ⤷ 4.01 — “Herrenvolk”

[rowrowronnie]

just watched new lil pootis episode, absolutely lauv those scout designs so much

[trans-axolotl]

i think one of the things that was most helpful for me in considering my own relationship with drugs prescribed by psychiatrists was meeting and talking to people who used those same drugs for fun. i was able to get a lot more accurate information on what those drugs actually felt like and what parts people liked and why they sought those drugs out. being able to know that people took xyz drug because they liked the way it was a downer, or that xyz drug was great for feeling relaxed and they liked the combination with other drugs they chose, was a lot more accurate and helpful information then anything that had been provided to me by a psychiatrist (pretty much exclusively the disease model of psych drugs, where psychiatrists told me that i was deficient/chemically imbalanced/etc and that this drug was manufactured for specific diagnoses and could target an underlying "disease process." none of which is particularly accurate or helpful information.)

and don't get me wrong, i don't want to take any of the psych drugs that have ever been prescribed to me ever again, i very recently was forcibly instituionalized and forcibly drugged due to my refusal to take meds. but talking about psych drugs like the other drugs i do choose to use was helpful for understanding the actual ways these drugs function and then identifying the multitude of harms within the prescription of psych drugs (forced drugging, coercion, lack of informed consent, misleading explanations of function, lack of explanation of side effects, low threshold for "effectiveness" on the research + development side of psychiatry, the ideology of cure as eradication, irresponsible polypharmacy/refusal to manage withdrawal, denial of prescriptions +labeling patients as drug seeking for wanting stimulants, etc etc etc).

anyway. solidarity between drug users of all sorts forever and always.

[luna-loveboop]

I love how warriors is the one who always asks paramedic-style questions when someone’s hurt

He’s asking questions not just to distract, but to see how bad the wound has impacted mental functioning “maybe we should be worried, because that’s not what I asked”

Calling by name to draw attention, asking easy questions…

Like look at his face in each panel, how closely he’s watching while talking to assess the damage

He’s always the one taking action in first aid (though obviously he can’t do magic stuff like hyrule but outside of that it’s him)

Wars is a captain, he’s trained and has had to take care of wounded, so he knows how to take care of not only the physical but the mental impact of injuries as well, and he always comes through for it.

I just kinda think that’s pretty cool

(Credit to Linkeduniverse au)

[0straycat0]

Tomodatchi saving my ass from having zero ideas

[triptychofvoids]

and the cycle repeats

[ms-demeanor]

I don't even really get the impression that if you were domming someone there would be anything "motherly" about

Yeah no I'm much more likely to be projecting semi-detached professionalism. If I'm domming I'm not really there for roleplay, I'm there to supervise you while you're locked down and squirming. I talk like tech support when I'm in a scene. "Not too tight? Good. I'm gonna take the vibe up two settings, yeah? Okay, great, I'm gonna leave that there, snap your fingers when it's getting to be too much; we'll keep ramping it up until you have to tap out." I like being unaffected and in control while people are losing it and I am not particularly tactile or into being touched or getting off while I'm doing that.

Which is great if you like to be dehumanized and objectified and hand yourself to me like you're taking a car to a mechanic! Less great if you're looking for a lot of praise or comfort or physical contact in the moment.

[s-lycopersicum]

[thebibliosphere]

"Oh hey! I saw one of your posts on Pinterest."

vs

"Oh hey! I saw one of your posts on the front page of Imgur the other day."

Instant fear response. Shaking like a chihuahua. Burrowing underground. I do not wish to be perceived.

[the-shifting-long]

I intended for the post these tags are on to be the last thing I say about fandom misogyny for a While because I felt like I covered everything already but oh my god YES I agree So hard

In general, while I do think Princess/TLQ are permanent partners, they're also not...human. they certainly act human, but they don't carry the same societal baggage that we get saddled either by virtue of being born surrounded by other humans.

And then "marriage" as a concept is one that is so vastly different in so many cultures and time periods, and at least for the kinds of marriages I'm familiar with, there are a Lot of benefits for abusive partners and Especially men to obtain legal and financial power over their partner through marriage. Like, so much of marriage, on top of its symbolic and romantic value, is also its legal and financial ones, as well as social positioning/maneuvering-"wife" carries more weight than "girlfriend", serves as a status symbol. I don't think the Princess and TLQ would really care for that.

HEA doesn't touch on the complicated socioeconomic issues that come with marriage, especially traditional/heterosexual marriage, but it does touch on so much of the domestic unhappiness that comes with it, especially in regards to how you, the player, and the Smitten keep her in this unhappy, stale situation she's Supposed to be happy with. Opportunist even calls her "our queenly wife."

So like on top of marriage being a distinctly human construct/invention I'm not sure those two would vibe with when they can literally merge their souls together at any given moment. HEA in particular would fucking hate it. She's already Been trapped with a partner in a situation all too similar to the Traditional marriage. I could see arguments for other princesses. for a modern-AU Prisoner using marriage for tax benefits and secretly being delighted when she signs the papers, for Tower or Nightmare to make the player legally her pet in a similar fashion, for the Wounded Wild to accept it...

Never HEA. And yet the majority of StP marriage content is HEA, because she's their favorite and she's wife. Never mind how much she hated it. Never mind that her whole route is about how much she hated it. She's wife! We love her! She loves us! Of course she'd marry us, there's no other option! We HAVE to symbolically own her and tie her to us forever! Right???

[bakwaaas]

there’s such an interesting overlap with sociology and healthcare. like the difference in the way people from different ethnicities and cultures interact with healthcare systems is so evident and the way things like cultural values, beliefs and language barriers affects health outcomes and population health. I feel like there’s so much work that could be done there. I would actually love to go into policy or public health

[kedreeva]

hi ked! i know you're not a wild mouse expert, but as someone who's kept domestic mice for years, i was wondering if you've ever seen or heard of a mouse running in apparently compulsive circles around itself? i was on a hike and spotted a mouse doing this out in the open for several minutes, always clockwise though with varying radii, only stopping briefly to groom a couple times and then freezing once i got within a foot of it (after i had backed away and waited a minute, it resumed). the movement seemed a little erratic and unsteady to my inexpert eye, but also the circles were pretty tight at times and the ground was uneven. i couldn't see anything physically wrong with it - it was a fully furred, presumably adult mouse on its own, fur and body seemed in good condition, bright eyes - so between that and the seeming compulsion overriding survival instincts, my best guess was something neurological going on? i have some videos but tumblr won't let me send them in this ask

It's called circling and there are lots of causes, everything from brain tumors to neurosis to ear infections to toxic exposure (something they ate, maybe rodenticide, but could be something natural) to brain damage from an injury to disease. It can be hereditary, though I wouldn't expect a mouse with this condition to survive all that long reliably.

[multiheadcanons]

A DOCTOR’S KINDNESS FROM THE BIRD’S EYE VIEW

it did not know how humans could be so cruel.

the cruelty of a cage facing the sky.

it yearned to be set free.

the tall ones promised it would be soon.

it did not know how the smaller ones could be even worse.

as it was grabbed from the cage, and its feathers were plucked, one by one, one for each child.

they wanted wing feathers.

tail feathers.

the small feathers at the top of its head.

they wanted this bird skinned.

and it did not know what to do.

it only knew how to defend itself.

and defending itself seemed to be the worst choice of all.

it was a nip.

a warning.

and it saw blood.

something within it stirred.

a frightened head cocked to get a better view, before it was thrown to the ground.

and there was a shrill crow of pain.

and it could not fly away.

stunned, frightened, desperate.

it flapped its wings and hopped.

the shrieks of its brothers and sisters cried for it to run.

run faster. hop faster.

fly, fly, fly!!

and it couldn’t get away before another small one grabbed it. this time by the head. and it could not fight.

wings flapping viciously, it could not overpower the force of the small one once again throwing it to the ground.

and it could not get up.

it tried, it squeaked and chirped, it tried to regain its balance.

it hopped.

once.

twice.

and came to a stop at a dark surface.

it seemed like a contraption. the same kind that brought it here under false pretenses.

a contraption it had heard stories of.

a contraption that killed birds.

and it laid, limp at its feet and accepting of its fate.

and the contraption bent down, and once again it saw bright red.

but it wasn’t blood.

oh, you poor thing…

it did not move.

not even as it was scooped in the contraption’s hands.

humans are terrible, aren’t they?

don’t worry.

i’m a doctor.

i will care for you.

you will rest peacefully with me.

it came face to face with the contraption.

and it was enthralled by the sea of blue in its eyes.

cold. but warm. almost piteous.

you poor thing. you poor, poor thing.

did you do this?

the contraption— the doctor’s eyes left it, and it stayed very still in its hands, feeling it bring it closer to its body.

white. and soft. but not like feathers.

soft like plant fiber.

soft like spring grass swaying into summer.

soft like the nest.

it repeated itself.

did you do this?

and the smaller ones, now stopped at the large one’s feet, began to squawk and squeal.

he did it!

she did it!

it bit me!

it bit me too!

oh, it bit you?

let me see.

i’m a doctor, i can help you.

the doctor tucked the battered creature safely into its vest pocket.

warm. and soft.

the doctor’s free hands reached for the children. taking a hand slowly into his. turning and rotating the finger.

ahh,

that’s not good.

that’s not good at all.

come with me.

i will help you.

and it felt motion. swift. faster than any of its brothers or sisters. and the small ones followed.

it did not know what to expect.

as they rounded the corner of a dirty shed, the loud bark of a metal dog concealed in a different pocket rang out.

and something splattered against its face. both of their faces.

and the small ones started screaming.

but the bark of the metal dog silenced it.

it silenced them all.

and they stood.

bird and man.

and the dog was once again concealed in a different pocket.

there.

you will never go through that again.

you will come with me.

do you have brothers?

sisters?

hands retrieved the small creature from the pocket it was comfortably nuzzled in, and— momentarily forgetting it was attempting to play dead— began to cry. plead and struggle.

and the doctor did not fight it back. did not bray in pain, did not whine from ache, did not bite it in anger. just waited for it to calm.

oh, you frightened thing.

i will not hurt you.

i love birds.

do you have a name?

a “name”?

would you like one?

they came face to face again.

splattered in blood.

i think… i will call you archimedes.

“henry? stella?? where are you??”

“john?! jooohn!!”

“paula, come out honey, the wedding is about to begin! we need our flower girl!”

the doctor’s attention was snapped away again, before slowly turning back to the small creature in his hands.

and the doctor began to bear his teeth.

i have some unfinished business, archimedes, but you will remain safe.

and your brothers and sisters will fly free again.

do you believe me?

the small creature— archimedes, now, let out a quiet affirmation.

it did not know why it trusted this one.

but this one.

this one felt trustworthy.

[ehhgg-art]

i hear a lot of talk about wash and a service animal but what about caboose’s service dog freckles?

after everything caboose has gone through likely without proper treatment or medical attention (i mean, we’ve all watched the show, right??) he probably has some underlying issues (“not to self diagnose but i think something is wrong” type of situation).

and so maybe once everything has calmed down and they all get back to earth tucker sets caboose up with some health professionals and helps him get a service dog (i’m thinking a shepherd of some kind. caboose could match their high energy).

and caboose loves the dog very much :) i think he might have put Freckles The Robot in retirement once he got to back earth since it’s not really acceptable to carry a gun into a grocery store like that. and since Freckles The Robot was really his support through a lot of traumatic events he had a hard time adjusting. but now he has Freckles The Dog !!! who he can play real fetch with and can go with him to the grocery store :)

[cedric-k-rossignol]