#TAKE YOUR MEDS FOLKS

[sharisquatch]

It's amazing - the difference medication can make.

I'm starting to feel like myself again, starting to feel like maybe I can create things and be willing to share again.

I can feel the urge to write, to make art. I didn't realize how much I have missed this.

It's like there's been so much static in my brain and an endless black hole in my chest, and slowly, it's going away.

[impala-dreamer]

Me, randomly: I've decided to stop taking my meds. I've been on them too long and I don't think they work.

Three weeks later: I've decided to go back on my meds bc they absofuckinglutely work and I need them.

[where-be-wonderland]

cleaned out my closet yesterday AND cooked popcorn shrimp for lunch AND cooked breaded tilapia and lime and cilantro rice last night for dinner. That tilapia and rice is gonna be my lunch for the next few days. hooray for productivity thanks to me taking my meds!

[mygirlfriend-themoon]

(to the tune of bills, bills, bills by destiny's child): can you buy me pills can you buy anxiety pills can you buy depression pills if you did then maybe we could chill

[paperkutzblog]

I was wondering why I've felt so depressed these past few days, and why my intrusive thoughts got so loud all of a sudden, and I've literally just realized. I haven't refilled my meds for a week. no shit I got suicidal again

[cabalittle]

Y'all ever think about how they fucking muzzled Appa?

[hiperacid2]

correction: i feel like a soggy cold fry that fell to the bottom of the takeout bag

[bcyoureallthatmakessense]

Alright friends remind me to never miss a dose of medication ever again k? K. Glad we've got THAT settled.

[puppyeared]

When you backread through a fun conversation you had with someone for hours an angel gets its wings

[pumpkin-belly]

[sometimesanequine]

3.9.2024

[columboscreens]

[mars-ipan]

*guy who should have gone to bed an hour ago voice* man why am i doomspiraling so easily all of a sudden

[lunapwrites]

Thinking about LTL Remus and like... why it is I choose to write him as a Dom, even though I don't necessarily have a lot of overt D/s scenes included (aside from chapter 7 but that was... a special case.)

When he's at his best, he focuses a lot on taking care of the people he cares about. He protects them where and when he can. He's attentive to their needs and wants and he listens to them. He projects an aura of calm authority and, in general, makes himself a safe space. Also, he's demonstrably good at aftercare, and that's canon - I'll fight about it. And he's able to compartmentalize extremely well which lends itself well to scenes imo.

The problem is that for a big chunk of the fic (and in canon), he's not at his best. And when he's not, he tends to get a bit selfish and over sensitive. He gets paranoid and starts questioning his relationships, all of which is rooted in his own insecurities that have developed over a lifetime of extreme discrimination. And he allows his identity as a werewolf to supersede his identity as a partner, lover, or friend (among others.) But I would argue that even him pushing people away or being manipulative is, in his mind, an act of care. He's protecting them from himself. The intent is there, even if it's not good practice. Ultimately though the important part is that he is willing to see where he's wrong and to take accountability in terms of fixing things after (see: shack scene.)

Anyway... either way (my art issues aside) I don't see him as this heartthrob sex God that walked straight out of a werewolf romance novel, like what seems to be the assumption when people hear I write him as a Dom. I just see him as A Guy that's doing his best to take care of his partners, and who, when he's feeling supported and secure himself, excels in making them feel the same. And I think in general that's all a Dom really is. And he fits the bill for me.

[lunar-fey]

ohhhh my god. okay. so. my aunt does like, she buys random junk in bulk from retail wholesalers and then resells it on like, facebook marketplace and ebay and stuff. whatever. so my mom works for her. makes a flat $50 a day, regardless of the fact that shes disabled and doing hard labor for at least 8 hours a day, often 10+. and min wage here is $10 an hour but mom argued that $50 a day is still more than what she would make working the same hours at an actual job because of taxes...like girl that would be 50% taxes. you do not pay that fucking much. so thats already Bad.

but today mom shows me a video of a knife theyre gonna sell, and i watch 2 seconds and i realize its an automatic knife, and i tell her hey. thats illegal to possess in this state. let alone sell! and mom is like ohhh [aunt] knows what shes doing itll be fine.... we sell knives on there all the time she just doesnt put pictures and calls them something else on the listing to get around fb/ebays policies :)

LIKE. HELLO. THATS NOT BETTER. YOURE COMMITTING MULTIPLE CRIMES. *AS YOUR JOB.* and she was just like "its not a big deal she knows what shes doing." folks, this is the same aunt that, very illegally, paid me to sort through her clients confidential tax documents and bank records and stuff. because she works for a bank. and took the records home to sort them. i dont think she DOES know what shes doing, actually!

[caterpillarinacave]

So you choose not to step through the door, after all why mess with nonsense when you're already in nonsense? You check the items in your pockets, your phone you shut off to conserve power, the dog tag, key and top clink together but offer no help, and when you fiddle with the walkie-talkie you manage to get it to turn on, excitedly you call out to the void but only static responds, which is disappointing but predictable, so you put the items away and hunker down for the night, looking at the sky you can see that the stars seem strange, though you're no expert, and the moon seems to have a second smaller moon near it which looks pretty cool but is a stark reminder of how not on your own world your predicament has landed you.

In the morning you begin looking through the nearby bushes and plant life taking note of anything strange, you notice the berries you had been picking before you stepped through the door are also growing around here, they look and taste the same, and some other plants seem pretty similar to the forest from before as well, although the further away from the door you go the more unfamiliar plants you come across (of course that may just be your lack of familiarity with plants) and the few animals you have noticed are bizarre in a way that you can't explain, like the people from town, they seem almost perfectly familiar, just a little off and the noises they make have you thinking they wouldn't be able to communicate with their counterparts either, brushing aside another branch you come across a strange funnel made of metal which you pocket and what looks to be a regular whistle, you wipe it down and blow but hear nothing aside from the air going through, you consider it is either broken or maybe a dog whistle, as you go to put it away you hear something big running in your direction, before you can decide how to react a large creature storms out of the bushes and stops in the clearing before you, it's huge as a horse with paws and sharp teeth it licks as it looks around and spots you, it shakes its head again reminding you of a horse, then steps closer before turning and staring expectantly, you get the feeling it's waiting on you, impatiently, and you realize it seems to expect you to get on its back. Do you get on?

Yes.