#I'll be twenty seven

[relicsongmel]

Reblog if you love this girl ❤️

[nervousmonolith]

thinking about the whole twt scam situation ™ again ough

[softpine]

i’m not gonna lie it’s kind of adorable to see a universe where asa was immediately wanted & loved without any contention ;-;

[inevitablestars]

back in the correct time zone 🫡 maybe back here 🫡 euro summer over 😞

[rainbowsandwhumperflies]

whump drabble!! in which caretaker is trying to take care of a sick whumpee who is an absolute stranger to them

cws: fever, brief mention of vomit (it does not actually happen), whumpee is pretty disoriented, vague wound care, lmk if I missed anything

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"Hey, buddy. How are you feeling?"

He doesn't answer, staring at the ceiling without really seeing it.

"Yeah, that's kind of what I figured. I've got a little bit of medicine to help that fever and then some broth. You've got to be just about starving by now. And I've got to keep fresh bandages on that wound."

By now, I've propped his head up, lifting the cup of medicine to his lips. "Alright, honey, we're gonna try to drink this now, okay?" I know he isn't really hearing me, but somehow, it still surprises me when he coughs and sputters on the drink.

"Breathe, it's okay," I murmur, lifting him up more to pat his back. "Everything is going to be fine, just breathe."

He's gasping for air as soon as he's done coughing, and I think he's more awake, but no more aware of his surroundings than before. "That's it, you're doing great," I tell him, and it doesn't matter that he doesn't really listen. I think he's reacting more to the tone of my voice than what I'm saying, which is okay as long as my tone stays calm and gentle.

I dab the spilled liquid off of his face, and I think he would slap my hands away from him if he were stronger. As it is, he's crying silently, though I can't quite tell if it's from pain, confusion, humiliation, or a combination of the three.

I wipe his tears away gently and shush him. "I know, honey. I know. I'm sorry. But we've got to get this down. Do you think you can try again for me?" At least he's sitting up. He's miserable, but he's sitting up, and this is my best chance of getting liquids in him without any choking since he got here. So I keep a careful hand on the back of his throat when I tip the cup into his throat.

He makes a small noise. It’s close to a whimper, and the tears never stopped in the first place. But he's not choking. I move a careful thumb to rest on his throat, and I can feel his muscles working to swallow. I imagine it's probably hurting him to do so, especially with how thick the medicine is, but he's getting it down. "You're doing so good for me, bud," I say quietly, moving a hand to his forehead. His fever is still bad, but maybe not as bad as yesterday.

I pull the empty cup away, and he leans into my hand on his forehead. He looks like he’s struggling to stay sitting up, eyes half-lidded and unfocused. I remember when he showed up, thinking that a loud noise or sudden movement might scare him away. Honestly, it probably still would. It took him falling unconscious for me to get close enough to help in the first place.

He looks upset when I pull my hand away. I look away to grab the broth, because I'm not sure I can stand seeing that expression much longer. "The broth should help soothe your throat," I say. I don't say that I'm not sure how much good it can do at this point, especially if he refuses it again. I don't say that, because I don't know what else I can do besides offer it.

He doesn't refuse it. He coughs once, but he finishes the entire bowl.

He doesn't have the strength to get to the bathroom, or remember where it is. The broth might come back up later, or he might piss himself, and I'll likely have to clean it up either way. But when he catches my hand, clinging as tightly as he can manage and not letting it go, I can't bring myself to care.

"I'm gonna help you lay back down, honey, alright?" I shake his hand off mine, putting my hands on his shoulders and back instead. "Just lay back for me. I've got you." I'm not sure he's listening, but he lets me push him into the bedroll. "There you go, that's it. I'm just gonna put new bandages on you now."

He won't like me touching his torso while he's awake, I don't think, considering how he acted last time he was awake. But this is the only way I know how to help him, so I peel his shirt up despite the small noise of protest.

He sucks in a gasp as I unwrap the bandages. The cold air can't feel good on the wound, which is hot to the touch, but he doesn't move, so I continue. The infection looked better. The skin around the wound still looks red and angry, but less so. There's no colors that shouldn't be there, and it's not bleeding. I suppose that's why he was able to wake up tonight, even if he's not all here while awake.

I am not an apothecary, and I can't afford to be sloppy, so I run a wet washcloth across the gash on his torso, even though I'm not entirely sure if I need to keep cleaning it or not. I murmur an apology as he tries to twist away, but I don't even have to hold him down, he has so little strength. The water that the washcloth was dipped in was boiled, so I know it's clean, but it was an hour ago, so I know it's cold and uncomfortable.

I wrap his torso in a new set of bandages. If we're lucky, whatever hit him missed his internal organs. If we're lucky, there's no internal bleeding. If we're lucky, it will be able to heal without stitches, because I don't know how to stitch things. If we're lucky, the apothecary might return soon and tell me what to do.

If we're lucky, he might survive.

I'm not sure if anyone has quite that much luck, but all I can do is hope.

I squeeze his hand softly and move to stand up, but he surprises me by clinging to my hand again.

"Stay," he croaks, and if the rest of the house wasn't deadly quiet, I might have missed the tiny sound.

He's speaking, giving requests. That has to be a good sign.

I'm pretty sure it's not a request he'd give if he were lucid, which might not be a good sign.

But he's scared. And it's such an easy request to fill. So I sit right back down on the floor next to him and brush a lock of hair out of his face. "Okay," I whisper back. "I'll stay, but you have to get some rest. Deal?"

His eyes slide shut. Maybe it's my imagination, but he looks a fraction less miserable than before. I think I'd waste all my time sitting next to him if it meant that he might be slightly more comfortable than before.

[singswan-springswan]

the little mermaid but it's kanera

[hamartia-grander]

There are so many porn bots in the simarkus tag but don't worry I sniped them. there will be more and I'll snipe them too

[periidoti]

One rrblog on this post and I'll post my candle x pepper story so far on here

[theood]

I got so excited last night bc of bottom growth 8'). Like, I've known for YEARS I've wanted that more than like anything from T but to see it ACTUALLY happening is so.

And yet, I truly never thought I'd be on T. I've had a very particular mindset about a certain age where I just knew in my heart that'd be my end. It was a mix of coping (badly), and how I grew up and what I had to endure and so much more. And it became a clutch that, well, my pain wouldn't matter in just a few more years because it was my end.

But, for the first time in a LONG time? That age limit doesn't seem so strong. I can make it past it, and it's gonna be good.

Everyone talks about how T can help you mentally and like, I get it I do.

To think something so small as my starting off bottom growth got me so happy I was beaming coming out of the bathroom last night... I'm changing! And it really is for the better 8). And I like this. I want this to stay. This is what I needed

[david-watts]

my grandmother is upset with me because I had to order food for lunch partially for a reason I won’t get into but. her expectation that the remaining bread has to last for several days isn’t inclusive of three people. and I would rather get yelled at for daring to have a sandwich with vegetables in it rather than jam, which I hate anyway, than getting yelled at for being a pig for eating the bread. anyway complaints about that aside she’s pissed at me and prepared food for me anyway. without asking. because she’s mad. and I feel like it’s a trap. whatever move I make is going to result in yelling and considering that I can’t win and every outcome I can see is going to result in me wanting to kill myself and her feeling vindicated because she thinks she’s the victim. I hate it here

[aesethewitch]

When I was a kid, we moved into a house that had a huge lilac tree out front. It was mostly rotten, and it needed to be taken down before it fell. It took a while, but eventually, it was gone.

Mostly. A couple years later, little lilac babies popped out of the ground in its place. My mom was determined to get rid of them, because she'd planted a beautiful flower garden there, and the lilac trees would overshadow and kill the whole garden. I insisted on saving at least a few saplings. She said fine, but I had to dig them out and put them in pots myself.

So, I did. I spent days digging little lilac bushes out of the ground and putting them into pots. Some couldn't be saved, but some could. When all was said and done, I had five brand-new lilac saplings. Seven or eight years old, and it was my absolute pride and joy.

Three died due to sun scorching, severe drought that no amount of watering could save, and perhaps just being moved from their place in the ground. But two survived, and I was awfully proud of them! I'd go out and talk to them every single day. I watered them by hand and made sure they were fertilized properly. I learned all about their favored environments, and I was determined to make sure they lived.

One of my mom's friends saw what I was doing with the lilacs. She asked if she could have one to put in her backyard, and I agreed on the condition that she take very, very good care of it.

It's now fucking enormous. I'm talking ten feet tall and bursting with beautiful purple flowers every spring. My mom still gets updates each year as they start to bloom, which she forwards to me. And all I can think is, "That's my friend! Thriving some twenty years on, there it is."

The other tree nearly died, too. It lived in a pot for far, far too long. I wanted to plant it somewhere in my parents' yard, but my mom was reluctant. Eventually, we agreed to put it in the far back garden. It grew okay for many years, despite the shade, but in all these years, it's never bloomed.

Last year, the massive tree casting massive shadows over the lilac and the garden cracked in half and fell. It tumbled into the garden, crushing part of the nearby shed and destroying a few plants beneath it.

It missed my lilac by inches.

The clean-up is long done. The rest of the tree has been cut down, and my lilac has full sunlight for the first time in fifteen years. It won't bloom this year, I know. But it's got new shoots up. It's taller than ever. I spent half an hour a few weeks ago praising it for surviving all this time, dreaming about its future and telling it how I believe it'll become the tall beauty it's always been meant to be.

I think next year, I'll see flowers.

[schrodingers-hoarding-problem]

ok they're kinda adorable

[sweetnans]

Chaotic fem. reader/Best friend Bakugo

"I'm ready to be a mother," you stated out of nothing.

Bakugo was obviously taken back by your comment.

"Did you see something on tiktok that made you think that?" he looked at you while you kept scrolling in your phone. "You need a partner to procreate dumbass,"

"I know I need a man to procreate, but I thought that you could help me on that one," you bit your nails, showing less interest than a rock.

He left his phone aside so he could analyze you properly if you were talking seriously or not.

"I'm not going to introduce you to my side kick, He's like twenty," he tested.

"Twenty??? I'm almost twenty eight, that's still a reasonable age gap, " you gasped because his side kick didn't look like he was twenty. You thought that he would at least be twenty-three.

"No it's not"

After almost ten years of being friends, Bakugo was so used to your shit. The time that you wanted to go surfing? He laughed at your face when you didn't make it to the ocean because you were afraid of sharks. What about the time when you wanted a hamster? He said no, but you got it anyway, so when you lost it, obviously, he gave you shit about it, but after that, he was on all four looking for your little pet in the dorms.

"Fine." That wasn't your main goal, so you let it go. "Actually, I was thinking of you doing a quick hand job in my bathroom and giving me your sperm"

The silence between the two of you couldn't be more unbearable. Bakugo's eyes twisted in your direction while his cheeks were slowly growing a clear shade of rose.

"What? No!"

He was absolutely losing it. The impact of your sayings got him standing from his seat, almost panting. You and him? In his best dreams, but you didn't need to know about his secret intentions.

"Think about it. It's a great idea." You stepped out of your couch and went to his side.

"How are you going to explain that your kid has similar features with your best friend?" he flinched when you approached him. You were so close that your scent invaded him whole.

Bakugo was trying with all his heart and mind to think logically, but you, your body next to him, and your puppy eyes were making it so hard, in both ways.

"I don't know, and I don't care, I'll run away from the country, and you'll never see us again"

You were one of the best students from UA, right after him and Yaoyorozu, but right now, he was doubting if it was just an act.

"That's so clever." he rolled his eyes at you and walked to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, hoping that you would drop the subject and hop onto another like getting a bunny or going sky diving.

"I know, right? Now go in there, do the nasty job, and I'll put it inside of me, I'll even turn my body upside down so it sticks, " you jolted in joy, missing his usual sarcasm.

He almost spilled the water from his mouth to your face.

"Who the fuck told you that?" he spated obnoxiously.

"Kaminari," you shrugged.

"Are you even listening to yourself!?"

When he thought that that couldn't get any worse, you named the only person who could make him go crazy just by opening his mouth.

"I'm desperate. It made sense when he told me"

He could believe anything at this point. He was actually thinking that he was dead because what was happening between you two was a complete nonsense.

"So you are telling me this is something you've had in mind for a while?

You simply nodded, and he stayed quiet, considering everything you said. He wasn't looking for anything serious because of you. He passed for all seven stages of grief when he realized that he was in love with you and your silliness, so he decided long ago that he wouldn't date anyone because he wasn't interested in anyone but you.

"I know that look on your face," you smiled and danced around the kitchen.

You weren't looking for anyone either. Having Bakugo as a male figure in your life left the bar very high for others to match. They didn't meet your expectations anymore like Bakugo did, always by your side, laughing at your bad jokes and giving you his hand when you most needed, buying food and cooking for you, he has even bought you flowers for half a decade on valentine's day, a large bouquet of red roses every year since then.

"I'll do it," he told you, and you jumped excited on him. He grabbed you by your thighs, catching you on the fly. "Two conditions"

"Yeah, just name it," you batted your eyes at him.

"I'll take you on a proper date first, and you won't run away with my kid, got it?"

Bakugo thought that he was only doing you a favor, but he never saw coming that it only took one date to make you fall for him in the way he always wanted.

[ms-demeanor]

I think the eight alarms thing is usually a maladaptation. You've trained your brain to ignore the eight alarms because you kept avoiding the training of willpower following the first alarm would require. I think some sleep therapy might help?

Hey so first of all fuck you, thanks.

Second: I love it when you read literature on sleep disorders, especially if it's on sleep disorders among folks with ADHD, and you see time and time again "when allowed to sleep on their preferred schedule subjects maintained healthy, normal, restorative sleep cycles" and "effects were not lasting without ongoing intervention; resetting the sleep schedule is a permanent effort."

Like, if I sleep *great* from 6am to 2pm and I wake up feeling rested and alert with no special help but I need to turn off the lights in my house and shut down all electronics at 8pm and beam a spotlight into my face starting at 5am to wake up at seven and feel exhausted all day, I think perhaps it is not actually my sleep cycle that is wrong it is perhaps society that is wrong.

BELIEVE ME, when I find the job that pays well and has decent insurance that lets me exist as a cheerful nighttime ghoul I am jumping on that with both feet. But until then I literally feel better getting six hours of sleep and occasionally sleeping so hard that i can't hear my alarms because of chronic sleep deprivation than I do turning off all the lights in my house and ceasing all activity two and a half hours after I get off of work.

Also: the eight alarms aren't all there to wake me up, it's just that sometimes I *also* sleep through the ones that are supposed to remind me to go sit at my desk and start work. One of the first three usually gets me up, but on a day when I sleep through all three of those I will be sleeping through all eight of them and usually a phone call and someone trying to shake me awake to.

ANYWAY after being treated with melatonin and light therapy and staring listlessly at the ceiling in the dark bored out of my skull with racing thoughts for sleep disorders that I didn't have for like twenty years the single most effective intervention that allowed me to get more sleep as someone with both ADHD and DSPD was to start hanging out and being active in places where it would be easy to fall asleep if the sleep caught me there instead of turning my bedroom into a dark, silent shrine of snoozing. Giving myself permission to fall asleep late instead of laying awake chewing myself up with guilt for not being asleep helped too.

Actually here's some tips for the sleepy bitches in the crowd:

1 - If you're laying down and not falling asleep in half an hour, you're not actually sleepy; read something or get up and do something because you're more likely to get sleepy faster that way than you are staring at the clock going "if I fall asleep now I'll have three hours and forty five minutes of rest when I have to go to work; If I fall asleep now I'll have three hours and twenty minutes of sleep when I have to get up, etc. etc."

2 - Allow yourself to be ambushed by sleep. Fall asleep on your cozy couch. Fall asleep in the comfy chair. Let yourself sleep where you fall asleep instead of dragging yourself to where you're 'supposed' to sleep if doing so will wake you up.

3 - The mythbusters thing. If you just lay down and close your eyes and pretend to rest you will feel more rested when you get up than when you laid down. Laying down to rest is better than nothing, it literally causes cognitive improvements similar to sleep in tests, and knowing that can help take off some of the pressure of not being able to fall asleep and can thus help you fall asleep.

4 - It's okay to "hang out" in the area where you're going to sleep. Read in bed. Play games on your cellphone in bed. If you want to go to sleep put on comfy clothes and bring a chill activity and hang out in your bed to do it so that all you have to do when you start getting sleepy is close your eyes.

5 - It's better to get some sleep than no sleep. Sometimes you look at the clock and it's six AM and whoops, fuck it. Okay, time for bed, don't stress that you're only going to get a few hours, a few hours is better than nothing. Lay down to pretend to rest at least and you'll probably feel okay.

6 - This one sounds silly and might not work for a bunch of people for a bunch of reasons but apparently there's some research suggesting that "well-rested" is a state of mind? I've had a reasonable amount of success with just telling myself "Yeah, I actually feel pretty good," and pushing through the day on a couple of hours of sleep. I don't *recommend* that and you should try to get as much sleep as possible, but yeah the next time you're low on sleep see what happens if you just try to decide to not be tired. It sounded like bullshit to me when I first heard it but I've found some success with it.

7 - This shit is cumulative. If you're doing a couple nights a week on low sleep that's not ideal but you're probably going to be pretty functional and you can work on it. If you overbook and overextend yourself for too long - I'm looking at you college students and new parents - it's going to add up. Try as much as possible to at least keep your sleep deficit nights spread out. (This message brought to you by writing 60k words of fiction in october and completely frying my brain because i wasn't getting enough sleep).

[en-qq]

i counted and found out that i have 8278 episodes on my to-watch list, not counting sequels and ovas, and overall i watched 4909 episodes, not counting re-watches of anything, so that's 37% done.

hm. lol

[official-microsoftedge]

Not a billion goals. Just. One. Goal.

Get this post to 5000 (I will change it to 10000 or 8000 maybe most likely only to 6k if i really don't want to do this, which I really don't, but I do update- I won't change the number at all it stays at 5k.) and I'll start worrying about how I look. I'll brush my hair. I'll wear nice, unwrinkled clothes. I'll start using those acne pads. I'll put more than just shampoo in my hair, I'll use product. I'll buy more clothes. I'll shave constantly. I'll also brush my teeth twice a day. Most importantly, I'll start enforcing the fact that I'm trans.

UPDATE- 7 THOUSAND NOTES AND I WEAR THE FEMBOY HOOTERS SHIRT

(@real-sephora)

No more than like five to seven to ten to twenty notes per person unless you're having a conversation with someone

I need this for the motivation.