#Severe constipation

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all bets are off [1/3]

Lucemond High School AU drabble [part 2], She’s All That (1999)

“Am I a bet? Am I a bet, am I a fucking bet?”

“Yes.” It comes out quietly, which makes it all the worse. Luke would have expected Aemond to sneer and look down his long nose at him like the Hightower side of the family had for most of their lives. Luke wishes he would. It would have made it easier. Aemond’s face reflects no relish, or even satisfaction. Instead, it is pale and unreadable. Fitting, perhaps; as it turns out, Luke had read him wrong this entire time.

“Would you have told me before it was over? Before you humiliated me in public?”

The silence speaks for itself.

“Alright,” he scoffs, “that’s it, then.” The bitterness in his voice has an unfamiliar edge, and it sounds mean even to Luke, but it’s right. That’s how he feels. “You played your little game, you had your fun. I get it. It’s over.”

“No.”

“No?”

“It’s not over.”

“It is if I say it is. I don’t want anything from you, and you—you can shut up about debts, or what I owe you. We don’t have to know each other after this.” It’s true; they don’t have any classes together. They run in the same circles but that’s nothing some convenient maneuvering and strategic avoidance can’t fix. Their sides of the family voluntarily meet up for a miserable dinner once every three months and holidays. Luke can make it work.

Aemond’s remaining eye widens and his mouth thins. His face is readable now, at least; he’s livid. In a second, he lunges forward and grabs ahold of Luke’s wrist, trying to drag him back towards himself, to reel him in like he had all those months ago. Luke digs his heels into the ground instinctively, bracing away from the pressure. Luke used to like how big Aemond’s hands were in comparison to his own—the encompassing warmth, the difference in size—but now his grip tightens and locks like a handcuff, squeezing Luke’s wrist to the point of crushing. It hurts. He’s hurting him. Aemond is older and bigger than Luke, he always has been, and now he presses in like a storm cloud blocking out a clear sky.

“Luke, it wasn’t—it started like that, alright? It was like that in the beginning, but not now. It’s different now, I’m not—just look at me!” There’s something frantic in his words, the way he hovers over Luke like his shadow alone will cage him in. This isn’t the first time Aemond has struck the flight instinct in him, or the urge to fight, but it resonates through Luke’s core nonetheless. There is too much of him near. “I would’t have told you because there’s nothing to tell, not anymore.” Luke cranes his neck to peer over Aemond’s shoulder, searching out the best escape route. “It’s not over. You don’t mean that. We just…this is a rough patch, that’s all. It doesn’t matter how it started, it matters what it is. It’s good now, isn’t it? I’m good for you, I can be whatever you need, I’ll keep you happy. You like me, right? I know you do. I know you like me. Just get in the car, and we’ll talk about this later. Not now. Not like this. Look at me, don’t—don’t be like this. Luke.”

“I’m going home.”

“No. It’s late. You’re going back with me.”

“Let go.”

“Not until you listen.”

“Get off of me,” he snarls, launching himself backwards and ripping out of Aemond’s grasp. “Don’t touch me.” Aemond rears back at this rejection.

“Who else is going to do it? Lonely little Luke, eating lunch alone. Stupid, useless, weak. Can’t play sports, can’t speak in Debate Club, Mommy pays his tuition. He almost wets his pants when someone pulls the fire alarm. Who else is going to touch you, other than me?” Aemond’s mouth curls into a grin; he’s done it before, all sly and cruel. It looks ugly. He never changed, did he? How did Luke never see it before? “You didn’t fuck, didn’t drink at house parties, didn’t go to the beach past bedtime—hell, you probably never rode in a car without buckling the seatbelt. You were so eager for it, and I took you so easily. No one else could do that. No one else can touch you now, not like I can.”

It would have been true five months ago. Poor, common-looking Luke, who blended in with the walls, kept his head down, and startled at car alarms. That Luke was surrounded by gems, by brothers and uncles and friends who excelled at something, who carved names out for themselves. The Luke from five months ago would have balked at this, would have shrunk into himself and cowed to the truth. That Luke thought no one watched him, but he would’ve known if he just looked up. The Luke from now knows what the truth is, for the first time, and it’s nothing that comes out of Aemond’s mouth. Luke knows himself better than he ever has, and knows Aemond like he never wanted to before.

“I don’t think that’ll be any trouble, Uncle. Don’t worry about me,” Luke snorts out without thinking. “If I need someone to give me a ride, it won’t have to be you.” It doesn’t. It won’t. “I can buckle my own seatbelt; better yet, someone else can buckle it for me.” The uncle in question stills.

“Say that again.” He blinks, a curious expression settling over his features. “Say that again.”

“I said, it doesn’t have to be you. Other people will touch me. You’re not the only one around here with a working dick and something to prove. You lost an eye, not an ear. I should’t have to repeat myse—” before he can even finish the sentence, Aemond grabs him again, fingers curling over his shoulders like talons. Luke’s breath stops in his throat. Aemond’s face is so close they could kiss. Instead of leaning into it like he might have a few hours ago, Luke cringes backwards. Never again. The wounded expression on Aemond’s face gives him some satisfaction, but then his mouth morphs into a snarl and Luke would bet anything—his mother’s money, his own life, or whatever Aemond must’ve taken when he made that bet in the first place—that both of his eyes are glowing right now. The prosthetic below the patch shines like a jewel in its socket anyway, but the working eyeball in his head works furiously, searching across Luke’s face for something.

“What did you say, you little shit?” Aemond seethes. “Is there someone else? You have someone else, you were thinking about someone else?” he hisses into Luke’s face and furiously shakes him like a child would a broken toy. “Who is it?” he demands, sounding desperate now. “When? Is it Stark? Aegon? Greyjoy, that waterlogged rat? Daeron? Did one of them touch you—did you let them? Did they kiss you? Tell me, you fucking bastard.” Luke tells him the truth.

“That’s not your business anymore.”

“Not my business? Not—hah, not my business?” He’s so angry he’s spitting. “Of course it’s my business. It always has been. You’ve always—always, there’s never been a time when—you little idiot. Don’t you get it? You’re mi—”

Luke slaps him.

[shmowder]

Had an epiphany

[houstonxbreed]

Sooooo I was recently diagnosed with gastroparesis and I’m not sure what to do or eat. Everything I eat makes me uncomfortably full for hours. I do have an appointment with a dietitian next week. Does anybody on here have experience with this?!

My safe foods right now are only:

A sandwich with chips

Noodles

Small bowls of pasta

4 with a few fries

I only eat once a day. And it’s usually something from the list above. I am severely underweight and malnourished on top of already having muscular dystrophy. I really don’t want a feeding tube but my body won’t let me consume much without feeling tooo full 😭😭😭

[oneokkombat]

Inspired by my last reblog: kenshi speaking telling Johny how much he loves him and how cute he think he is and even pet names in Japanese because he’s terribly emotionally depressed and would rather give up sento than admitting this. He believes Johnny can’t understand Japanese at all…

Turns out thanks to his dedication to acting johnny actually understands a lot of languages..including Japanese.

[basil-from-omori]

(this is a cry for help)

this is so mecore

[stayatsam]

i got one of those blind bags from Too Good to Go from a store and it ended up having only meat products in it and when i tell you i forgot what chicken tasted like, i really really did.

my first bite of meat in years and i was like. "what is this? I can't tell what im tasting" it was chicken the taste was chicken

also super upset my stomach

[sleep-nurse]

i was thinking about the causes of himawari's death because for a long time i didn't really expand on it or have an idea for a clear defined issue other than the fact that her issues were barely treated so she died but i've been gathering knowledge on my own issues (GERD and digestive issues in general since hima is my sona and i based her issues on mine) and i feel like since her dad was busy as fuck to even notice her issues, the prolonged and untreated acid in her throat from acid reflux caused her to develop barret's esophagus or esphageal cancer later down the line that was too late to cure and therefore she died. anyways sorry for spilling this tragic lore dump i was thinking about it

[kays-artstuff]

not me procrastinating-

I am working on an animatic lmao BUT LOOK- I LIKE DOODLING WHATEVER IS ON MY MIND

[grumpyfaceurn]

Nothing like a crying fit over a work self-evaluation to start off the week

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[piduai]

why is there big good x big bad yaoi in the new kny opening

[theopopsandgarlicbread]

Is it just me or did Good Omens s2ep6 not hurt me enough.

Like- yeah the Ineffable Divorce™ was heartbreaking, but outright crying at it?? Seems a bit excessive?? What.

[strigital]

@reiynisa's Miraak has a very smoochable face and, unlike mine, doesn't look angry at existence itself 24/7 💚

[bunnyb34r]

Pooped!

[thyandrawrites]

Do you ever read a characterization that just... aces a pov so well it makes you laugh very hard

Peak rin energy is using a cancer metaphor of all things to describe his relationship with his crushes. No exaggerations, this is canon rin to a t