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sicknessbysalem · 4 months

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tw emeto, chronic illness, implications of shitty parents, emeto (again)

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Meadow would never say she was the nosy type. But she did like knowing things. Or, at least, knowing things about her loved ones.

Arizona loved working on the Dixon ranch. She wasn’t much of a showgirl, but she loved her horse deeply. She loved the hands on hard work that came from working on a farm. Arizona loved the taste of fresh eggs and loved herbal tea.

Allie only liked saying she was a cowgirl to say she was one. Any hard work was not her forte. She loved going into the city, going to the mall, doing the typical popular girl things.

Houston didn’t have a preference on what job he liked more. He loved the creativity that came with being a tattoo artist, he wanted to get into piercing. He loved the social aspect of the tavern. His favorite thing was sour treats. He taught himself how to play guitar. He’d been writing music since he was thirteen.

And then there was River. Meadow loved River, deeply. Meadow knew River’s favorite color was purple. River’s favorite thing to do was collect pins for the old vest they wore almost every show. They liked salty treats, but didn’t eat much. They read tarot easily and would sooner tell a pearl-gripping church grandmother her astrology chart and how it made her the way she was than River would ever go within inches of a holy text of any kind.

Meadow knew a lot about River. Meadow knew River’s parents partially kicked River out when they were sixteen. Relocated River to the run down shed tucked way behind the property. River’s parents told them that if they could come up with the funds to fix it up, they could live there. For a fee of course, like rent. River was very handy, River knew a lot of handy people. The borderline shed was flipped into a sustainable tiny home in weeks. That’s where River lived. That’s where Meadow would spend the night.

Meadow also knows that River is a world class insomniac. River doesn’t sleep much, or rather, their sleep is very fragmented.

So when it’s a random Thursday night in July and Meadow wakes up to an absence of River lying down next to her, Meadow isn’t worried. In fact, Meadow is more concerned why she woke up anyway. Meadow rarely woke up in the middle of the night.

Meadow sat up. River wasn’t in the bean bag on the floor. Meadow wondered if maybe River woke up after falling asleep, couldn’t get back to sleep, and decided to go out to the living room to not bother Meadow.

Meadow poked her head out of River’s bedroom door. She slipped out, quietly. Only a few steps outside the bedroom door, Meadow saw light coming out from under the bathroom door.

Meadow isn’t worried. She has no reason to be, she’s sure. River had probably woken up, went to the living room, maybe made some tea or something, and just had to use the bathroom.

Meadow shrugs to herself, going back into River’s room. She grabs her phone from the nightstand, looks at the time. It’s just after one.

Meadow really isn’t worried. And now, knowing River didn’t just go out in the middle of the night as they sometimes did for walks and such to calm down, she’s calm again. She sets her phone down, lays down. She’ll go back to sleep and River will come back when they are ready. They always do.

River’s sleep patterns had always been a disaster. River themself would call it a ‘fucking trainwreck’.

They’d played a show with the band, something small and somewhat local. It was maybe half an hours drive away from their home. Or, whatever this was.

Meadow was spending the night. River loved when Meadow spent the night. It made their place much less lonely. River was an introvert, yes. But a lonely introvert.

Tonight they fell asleep rather easily. Almost too easily. Whether it was the way Meadow played with their hair as they cuddles, or hearing Meadow’s adorable Applachian voice on the phone with Houston while River was dozing off, something made River fall asleep far easier than normal.

But despite the easy falling asleep, River’s eyes fluttered open to the all-too-familiar pitch of wakefulness. The dim glow of the moonlight seeped through the window, casting a pale shimmer over the cluttered room, but it was the gnawing discomfort in their stomach that fully pulled them from sleep’s tenuous grasp.

Sighing, River sat up, trying to gather their scattered thoughts. The room felt stuffy, oppressive. They had meant to go to the living room and lay on the couch, away from Meadow. They didn’t want to bother her. Especially not if they were just feeling shitty from waking up.

River pushed back the blankets and slid off the bed, but by time they’re in the hall, River can feel genuine nausea starting to poke at their stomach. They detoured against their will, each step towards the bathroom feeling heavier as the nausea began to churn more insistently.

This wasn’t a new feeling of course—these bouts of nausea had become unwelcome but well-known visitors in their life. They always hit at night too, which made it worse. Still, familiarity didn’t soften the edge of discomfort.

Once in the bathroom, River closed the door softly and flipped on the light, squinting against the sudden brightness.

The white tiles and sterile fixtures had a starkness that made them feel even more sick. They moved mechanically. This was normal. Normal for River. They had a routine by now when this happened. Open the medicine cabinet, retrieve the anti-nausea medication they got prescribed against their parent’s will, and swallow it with a sip of water.

The nausea, however, had its own timeline. River slid down to sit on the cool bathroom floor, their back resting against the tub. The chill of the tiles seeped through their thin shirt, a small relief against the waves of heat rolling through their body.

They closed their eyes, focusing on their breathing—slow, measured inhales and exhales to combat the rising tide of sickness. The familiar ritual of mindfulness and controlled breathing had been their anchor many times before. The last thing River wanted was to actually end up vomiting.

River’s thoughts drifted as they waited for the medication to kick in. Anything they could to distract themselves from this until they could go lay back down.

Minutes stretched into what felt like hours. The nausea was a stubborn adversary, refusing to relent easily. River opened their eyes, glancing around the small bathroom. They hated this, deeply. And they especially hated it was happening while Meadow was here.

They leaned forward, resting their forehead on their knees, drawing comfort from the closed, grounded posture.

Slowly, they started to level out. River took a deeper breath, feeling the tight knot in their stomach loosen slightly. They lifted their head, leaning back against the tub again, letting their body relax incrementally. They couldn’t relax all at once. No, not unless they really wanted to override their medicine and end up sick.

In time, the worst passed. River stood up slowly, splashed water on their face.

The cool water on River’s face was a stark contrast to the lingering warmth of their skin, a small mercy that helped ground them in the moment.

They cupped their hands under the faucet again, letting the water flow over their fingers before bringing it up to splash their cheeks. Each splash was a deliberate, careful act, as if trying to wash away the remnants of the nausea that had plagued them.

As they looked up into the mirror, their reflection stared back, pale and tired. River's eyes were ringed with shadows, a testament to the sleepless nights and restless days that had become their norm.

With a deep breath, they reached for a towel, patting their face dry, feeling a cautious optimism that the worst had finally passed.

Just as they turned to leave the bathroom, a sudden wave of nausea crashed over them, more forceful than before. River clutched the edge of the sink, their knuckles turning white as they fought to stay upright. The room spun around them, and a cold sweat broke out across their forehead. That wasn’t good. That was never good.

River barely made it to the toilet before they were sick, the sound harsh and jarring in the quiet of the night. They braced themselves, muscles tensing. River could feel their stomach pull in, could feel the gags pull their throat. The moments felt endless.

They ate today, too. Well, they ate every day, but what sucked was River had actually been more hungry than usual today, meaning they had plenty to bring up, and their body was hellbent on getting it up.

When it finally subsided, River leaned against the bathroom wall, panting softly. It took longer than they wanted to pull themselves back together, but they did. They rinsed their mouth and washed their hands, moving through the motions with a mechanical precision born of how much this happened.

Miraculously, Meadow slept through it all. River was grateful; the last thing they wanted was to disturb her. They took a few more moments to compose themselves, splashing their face one last time to chase away the lingering queasiness. Their legs felt shaky as they stood, but the nausea had retreated to a manageable dull throb.

Quietly, River crept back to the bedroom. Meadow’s peaceful form was a soothing sight in the dim light. River hesitated at the doorway, watching her for a moment, the rise and fall of her breathing a gentle rhythm that coaxed River forward.

River’s stomach gurgled, they swallowed thick. They’d end up sick again, they were sure. But it didn’t feel immediate enough to warrant going back to the bathroom.

So, instead, River pulled the trash can closer to the bed. River hoped they would have enough warning to go back to the bathroom, but sometimes that didn’t happen. Better safe than sorry.

They slipped back under the covers, careful not to jostle the bed too much.

But Meadow stirred, her eyes fluttering open.

“River?” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. “Are you okay?”

River’s heart clenched at the concern in her voice. They forced a smile, though it felt thin and fragile.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” they lied gently, not wanting to burden her with the truth. “Couldn’t fall back asleep yet. Just had to use the bathroom.”

Meadow’s eyes searched River’s face, but she was too drowsy to notice the lingering pallor or the faint sheen of sweat on their brow. She nodded, accepting the answer, and closed her eyes again, her hand finding River’s under the covers.

River lay down beside her, feeling the familiar comfort of Meadow’s presence. They closed their eyes, hoping the worst was indeed over, and willed their body to relax into the embrace of sleep once more.

In the dim early hours of the morning, Meadow instinctively moved closer to River, her arm draping lightly across their midsection. Even in her sleep, she sought the comfort of their presence. River, in their fitful slumber, barely registered the gentle pressure around their stomach, their body too exhausted to fully wake.

As the minutes ticked by, Meadow’s subconscious awareness began to sharpen. She felt the subtle tension in River’s body, the way their breathing was slightly ragged and uneven. Her own sleep began to slip away as she became more attuned to River’s discomfort.

Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the faint light filtering through the curtains. Meadow’s hand still rested on River’s stomach, and she could feel the tight, uneasy knots beneath her fingertips. A frown creased her brow as she fully woke, the realization of River’s distress hitting her like a cold splash of water.

“River?” she whispered softly, her voice thick with concern.

River’s eyes were closed, their face pinched in discomfort. They hadn’t yet woken fully, but their body was already reacting to the growing nausea. Meadow’s heart ached as she watched them, knowing the signs all too well. She shifted slightly, giving River more room, but kept her hand on their stomach, hoping to offer some small comfort.

Just as she feared, it didn’t take long for the nausea to surge with a force that River could no longer ignore. Meadow felt their stomach grumble in a very sick way, something that told Meadow what was about to happen.

Their eyes snapped open, a pained gasp escaping their lips as they instinctively reached for the trash can they had placed near the bed earlier, always prepared.

“Meadow, please let—“ River began, their voice strained. They started to untangle themselves from Meadow, the urgency in their movements making it clear that the sickness was imminent. Meadow was hardly touching them, they knew that. But any pressure on their stomach was only making this worse.

Meadow quickly sat up, her heart racing. “It’s okay, I’ve got you,” she said, her voice soothing despite the alarm she felt. She helped River pull the trash can closer, her hands steady even as worry churned in her stomach.

River barely managed to lift the trash can to their lap before the nausea hit full force. Meadow’s hand rubbed soothing circles on their back as River was sick, the sound harsh and jarring in the quiet room.

Meadow’s heart ached with every retch, wishing she could do more to ease their pain. She stroked her hand over River’s messy hair, brushing back the black and red locks. Keeping them away from getting messy.

When the worst had passed, River leaned back, panting softly, the trash can still clutched in their hands. They looked exhausted, eyes glazed with tears from the effort. Meadow reached out, brushing a damp lock of hair from River’s forehead, her touch gentle and loving.

Meadow was going to ask. Meadow was going to ask a stupid question, she was sure. She wanted to ask how River felt now. Now that they’d thrown up.

But River’s stomach let out a loud, sick noise. A sound between a sickly burp and a whine came out of River’s mouth, and River tensed tightly.

“Let’s get you to the bathroom,” Meadow suggested softly. “We don’t want you to stay like this here.”

River nodded weakly, their strength sapped from the ordeal. With Meadow’s help, they managed to stand, holding the trash can close as they made their way to the bathroom. They felt like they’d start vomiting at any second now.

Meadow’s arm was a steady support around their shoulders, guiding them with a quiet strength.

Once in the bathroom, River sank to the floor, kneeling in front of the toilet and setting the trash can aside as they leaned against the cool tiles. They rested their elbow on the toilet seat and leaned their head against their fist. Meadow knelt beside them, her presence a comforting anchor in the storm of their sickness.

“I’m sorry,” River murmured, their voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

Meadow shook her head, her eyes soft with understanding. “You don’t have to apologize,” she said gently. “I’m here for you, always.”

River nodded. Another small sound. A gag, a burp, a whine. River burped up a mouthful of sick. And then another, and a another.

Finally, a guttural gag sent up a stream of sick though thick and abundant that River could swear they were choking. It made them cough, and with coughs came even more vomiting. River felt it in their nose. They were crying. Probably from the effort, but their stomach was hurting.

Then as suddenly as the abundant wave came up, River’s body wasn’t sending anything up. But River was still heaving, little streams of bile coming up, small implications there was more.

Meadow could sense it, maybe. Maybe she was just trying to help. But, River felt a hand on their stomach, not their own, rubbing patterns into their torso.

Occasionally, Meadow would press harder with the heel of her hand. That made all the difference.

River gagged, harder. But, Meadow kept rubbing River’s stomach, pressing hard to make her poor partner sick, anything to make them feel better.

“God, your stomach feels so upset,” Meadow sighed, “Let’s try and fix that.”

The rubbing progressed to squeezing. Each squeeze sent up another mouthful of vomit until there was nothing left but spit.

“How’s that feelin’ darlin’?” Meadow asked softly.

“I feel like shit babe,” River said.

Meadow sighed, petting River’s hair again.

“I know sugar,” Meadow said, “Want me to call April? She’ll help in an instant. We can take you there?”

“No,” River said, “I’m fine. Just nauseous… really nauseous but not like I’m going to throw up anymore. Not yet.”

River closed their eyes, leaning into the touch of Meadow’s hand over their hair. Despite the nausea, despite the exhaustion, there was a deep sense of relief in knowing they weren’t alone.

As the minutes passed, River’s breathing began to steady, the worst of the nausea ebbing away. Meadow stayed by their side, her presence a constant reminder that they were loved and cared for, no matter what.

“I’ll call momma in the morning,” Meadow said, “If you’re still feelin’ bad, alright lovebug?”

River nodded, laying their head on Meadow’s shoulder. Meadow wrapped an arm around ound them.

“I got you, lovebug,” Meadow said, “Just try and breathe. We’ll try everything else later.”

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sleepykamukura · 27 days

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Omg hihi! I saw that you followed me back, and I love McAshe/Cashe. that's the reason I followed you. Ashe is one of my favorite Overwatch characters. I know their lore, but I need to read deadlock rebels. I'd love to know your headcanons, though. As an artist, maybe I can draw them. I'm working on a Cashe comic as well.

YES i would love to talk about my headcanons!!!!!

i've discussed in detail before although it's probably buried in my tags but i'll summarize!!!

more below the cut (there's a lot)

ASHE

raised catholic (i like to think this because of her mardi gras skin), now atheist

of spanish, french, & scottish descent

bisexual !!! SHES BISEXUAL!!!!!!! look at her

horrible horrible cook. in fact she's banned from the kitchen. BOB and cass are the cooks

you said you havent read dlr but there's a character named frankie that i like to ship her with as well (i call them lavenderrose) ((also i like bars & ashe together if you've read luck of the draw. they're cute))

i do hc her to have borderline personality disorder (maybe im projecting a bit)

she's born & raised in arizona dont let the texas ashe truthers get to you. if you follow the landscaping that's briefly mentioned in dlr it makes 0 sense for her hometown to be in texas

CASS

raised baptist (LIKE ME!!!), now agnostic

irish, mexican, & indigenous american descent

he's also bisexual!!!!!!!

he's a better cook than ashe but nowhere near as good as BOB. specializes in comfort foods

another character in dlr, julian, is his crazy ex Ok. Hear me out. HEAR ME OUT!!!!

he also has bpd & autism !!!!!

i like to believe he's born & raised flopping between new mexico & texas. his backstory is very mysterious but i like to believe his parents were killed either due to the omnic crisis or at the same time for unrelated reasons

SHIPPING!!!

i made a post about this before but in their deadlock skins they both have a bandana -- (ashe has hers wrapped around her knee, cass has his on his arm) -- i like to believe this is a callback & honor to each other from a scene in deadlock rebels where cassidy is shot in the leg & ashe is shot in the arm during a fight & i like to think they both have scars there

cassidy got his tattoo first because ashe was afraid of the gun. originally she got just the skull & print then added the roses & thorns a few years after they split

before cassidy was publicly part of overwatch i like to think ashe & frankie tried to keep tabs on him but couldn't due to overwatch's high security. they only found out what happened to him after him being an agent was publicized

as above, i don't think they actually got much of a chance to say goodbye. blackwatch was a very undercover org. so ashe most likely has no clue why he left, she's especially not aware of the fact that he left to keep the rest of the gang from rotting in a prison along with him.

they got hitched the second they legally could and are still technically legally married

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cyethefox · 1 year

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Cute little ghost today off my 2023 Ghost 1nDone sheet! This one went to Nicole, and I love how it came out! Thanks for letting me poke ur skin! ✨✨

#cyethefox #tattoo #tattoo artist #arizona #arizona tattoo artist #ghost #cute #kawaii #cute ghost #kawaii ghost #kawaii tattoo #cute tattoo #spooky #halloween #spooky tattoo #halloween tattoo #pink

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starscelly · 3 months

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Get to Know Me! tysm for the tag @maxkeplers !!

Do you make your bed? nooo but i also dont use like .. the sheets on the bed. i just lay on top of them and use as many blankets as needed

Favorite number? 9 or 29! birth day !

What's your job? im a student please dont bring my unemployment up at this hour. who wants to pay me to do nothing all day my old boss don't want me anymore

If you could go back to school, would you? im in the hellish depths of college! so i guess yes. in september.

Can you parallel park? this was a no until i tried for the first time in 3 years a couple weeks ago! and yes i can apparently!

Do you think aliens are real? don't feel super strongly abt it but yeah

Can you drive a manual car? no but i delusionally believe i could do it if i tried like once

Guilty pleasure? does the intense insta stalking i do in the summer count

Tattoos? just one so far! my brother and i have matching tattoos on our thighs

Favorite color? greeeeen.... especially a nasty chartreuse if u will

Favorite type of music? i guess punk in general but im an I Listen To Everything person and i'm on a country and hip hop kick atm

Do you like puzzles? not really i dont like things that will take up a lot of Space (which ik is stupid for an artist but . well) but i enjoy like. like an escape room type deal. a brain puzzle if u will

Any phobias? BUGS especially spiders but all bugs

Favorite childhood sport? i bounced between a couple sports as a kid but never played basketball on a team even tho it was probably my favorite. i did rlly like soccer as well. i just sucked ass at all of it!

Do you talk to yourself? yes always. im a certified yapper. and i cant hear myself in my own brain so

Tea or coffee? i have an arizona iced green tea Problem we don't need to talk about here in front of everyone. ok.

First thing you wanted to be when growing up? probably a vet? or a gymnast?

What movies do you adore? my letterboxd top 4 is scream, the russian five, ocean's eleven, and slc punk. because i am the Worlds Most Unbearable Man. honorable mention to stick it. follow me on letterboxd im so unfunny i promise

no pressure tagging!!: @oetter @stickypucky @saltandpepperbox @kitnita @eliooliver83

#i use a bruins AND a stars blanket if u even care #restricting how many people i tag on account of the delicate balance of the Tagging Economy #i need to watch movies again. wow its been like a month #tag games

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lunarcrown · 1 year

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Hi, sorry if this is a weird question. I saw your recent discussion about the convention and one of your tags mentioned something about Arizona not being that far of a drive. Do you... live near Arizona?? Your tattoos are tasty and I've been looking for an artist since I moved down to this area-

HIIIIII! Not a weird question at all! I know most of the time you’re not supposed to talk about where you live but as a tattoo artist it’s kinda easy to AT LEAST know where my shop is through my socials and through booking so I’m like YEP YEEHAW TEXAS!!

BUT YEAH my shop is unfortunately in Texas so I’m not actually SUPER close to AZ 😭 though for Texans, a 11+ hour drive isn’t THAT wild since stuff is so far apart HAHAH

I’d love to do more guesting tho! So far I’ve guested in Denver and I’ll be in North Carolina in October! So maybe I’ll pay a visit to Arizona sometime!!!

And thank u for the sweet compliment on my tattoos being tasty HEHHE I can’t wait to show y’all what I’ve got cooked up for this con! I just hope the con lighting doesn’t make them look like shit OTL

#moonspeak #moontattoo #lyfe

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eyelessdraws · 6 months

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Hello new followers! All aboard the Bunchoco Express to Eyeless-World!!

a little about me and the blog

( ´◔ ω◔`) ノシ

you can call me neo or eyeless or arizona. i reblog, follow, and like from @neopetcemetary

mid 20s. she/her.

self-studying computer science, specifically cybersecurity and networking. ᕙ(`▽´)ᕗ i have a neocities website here but due to being busy with studying, i haven't had the time to update it lately. hopefully i can get back to updating regularly once i pass my exams later this year! (҂◡_◡) ᕤ

i have been posting my art online since i was about 10, mainly posting to instagram 2016-2021. ironically it's once i gave up on conventional social media and started posting my art to tumblr, i finally found my audience

i love bunnies, art, computers, and the esoteric and bizarre. i frequently post art with the following themes: unreality, trauma, child abuse, blood/gore, horror, nudity, retro futurism, and quaint cute things. so please use your own discretion.

i mostly post original art, often featuring my ocs, as well as occasional fanart. i mostly draw fanart for mr. robot, battlestar galactica, the oa, resident evil, neopets, digimon, pokemon, and burn notice.

currently i am working on my bubble bunny buddy series!

at this time i am not selling any art prints, stickers, or originals. i am open to taking commissions or doing tattoo tickets and will negotiate a price on a case by case basis.

ψ(｀∇´)ψ thank you so much for coming to exist in my little world, even for just a little bit ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ̀ˋ

feel free to send me asks or just chat, i really need some more artist friends in my life ƸӜƷ and finally, if you like my art, please reblog it or share with someone you love.

#about me

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darkimpala1897 · 6 months

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So I posted this fic yesterday!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54706615

And someone in the comments asked for a guide of who is inside who Lmfao sounds dirty, so I decided to post it here, so when I do more parts to this AU. This can be used as a cheat sheet.

The man that our boy John "Bucky" Egan is inside or inhabiting Lmfao

1. Full name Phoenix Callum Butler nee Roberts

2. Naturally blond

3. He was born in Fort Wayne Indiana nowhere near Phoenix Arizona.

4. He's a gymnast and classically trained ballerina

5. Married

6. Can actually sing which makes Bucky happy.

7. He can also play the guitar.

8. British-American, the accent is still slightly freaking out Bucky.

The man that Gale "Buck" Clevens is inhabiting slash took over.

1. Full name Dallas Gareth Butler, which yes Buck finds absolutely ridiculous.

2. His dark hair is natural.

3. He was born in Raleigh North Carolina nowhere near Dallas Texas, and Buck is pretty sure the guy has never been to Dallas.

4. He's a journalist which Buck finds interesting.

5. He's married to the guy Bucky is inhabiting.

6. Collects Elvis stuff.

7. Has a pet tarantula which Buck has yet to figure the name out.

8. American, according to everyone he sounds like Elvis.

The man that Harry Crosby is inhabiting.

1. Full name Anthony John Booth, which Croz doesn't mind except the middle and last name.

2. He looks pretty much the same which he's thankful for, he just looks slightly younger which nobody really notices.

3. He was born in Lincoln Illinois which the irony is hilarious.

4. Photographer for the same newspaper that Buck works for.

5. Dating the guy Bubbles is inhabiting for like seven years.

6. He is in fact realted to John Wilkes Booth in this timeline, as Crosby says he can't escape the lookalike contest. Manhunt reference.

7. Collects stamps, which Crosby doesn't understand either.

8. Irish-American, the accent throws him off sometimes.

The man that Everett Ernest Blakely is inhabiting.

1. Full name David Jonas Sheilds, one of the most normal name in the group.

2. He looks pretty much the same except his hair is slightly shorter.

3. Born in Tampa Florida.

4. He's a therapist, and because of this Blakely has started nitpicking everyone.

5. Has a pet crab, which is friends with Bucks tarantula. Everyone makes fun of Blakely for the crab joking he has crabs.

6. American, no accent but he is the honorary Curt translator.

The man that John Brady is inhabiting.

1. Full name Benjamin John Sutton.

2. He looks pretty much the same, maybe a little younger.

3. Born in San Francisco California

4. Fashion designer which was obvious to Brady almost immediately, because he got jump scared by one of the mans mannequins.

5. Steals mannequins from department stores.

6.The most fashionable one in the group, which he doesn't do on purpose.

The man that Howard "Hambone" Hamilton is inhabiting.

1. Jordan Claire Washington, or Claire which Hambone hates but he's getting use to it.

2. He looks pretty much the same except the brown hair and lip ring he has going on.

3. Born in Washington state.

4. Tattoo artist which took Hambone awhile to figure out, he thought he was an artist at first.

5. Engaged to the man Douglass is inhabiting.

6. He uses the guy Ken is inhabiting as his human test subject for tattoos.

7. Dresses like the poster boy of every early 2000s emo band.

8. British-American, the accent is a little worse then Buckys.

9. Collects cat statutes and sea shells.

The man that Bernard "Benny" DeMarco is inhabiting.

1. Full name Adam Campbell Long, the last name makes everyone giggle.

2. Looks exactly the same.

3. Born in Albany New York.

4. Bartender at a strip club, which DeMarco finds hilarious mostly because of his last name.

5. Can make a killer margarita.

6. Has OCD which drives DeMarco insane.

7. American, with a slight New York accent.

8. Owns a husky named Meatball, which makes DeMarco so happy that Meatball and him are together in every timeline.

The man James Douglass is inhabiting.

1. Full name Elliott Edward Parker

2. Looks pretty much the same, the only thing that's missing is his hair which Douglass complains about on a daily basis.

3. Born in Saint Louis Missouri.

4. Stripper Cop at the same strip club that DeMarco works at as a bartender, Douglass finds it fucking hilarious he loves this timeline version of him.

5. Engaged to the man Hambone is inhabiting.

6. Douglass wouldn't stop taking off his clothes once he figured out his profession of choice, he also gave Blakely a lap dance which Hambone dared him to.

The man John B. "Jack" Kidd is inhabiting.

1. Full name Ashley Edward Johnson, which Kidd hates with a passion.

2. Born in Salt Lake City Utah.

3. Fifth grade science teacher, which makes so much sense to Kidd because he already deals with children in the 40s, so why not modern day.

The man Kenneth "Ken" Lemmons is inhabiting.

1. Full name Samuel Kai Lawson, which Ken finds kickass.

2. Born in Grand Rapids Michigan.

3. He owns his own mechanic shop.

4. His tattoos and ear piercing were all done by the man Hambone is inhabiting, who uses him as a test subject. Even after Hambone took over, Ken let him practice on him.

5. He's been dating the man Rosie is inhabiting for two years.

6. Owns a cat named Fleas, which Ken finds kinda of insulting to the cat.

I've hit the ten picture limit, but part two to this chaos will be posted shortly!

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By: John Sciortino

Published: May 14, 2023

The Justice Department last month filed a lawsuit against Tennessee, challenging a state law that prohibits the provision of “gender-affirming medical care” to minors. Such “care” includes not only off-label hormonal treatments but “gender-reassignment surgery” that alters a patient’s body to make it more like that of the opposite sex. Some blue states, meanwhile, are changing laws to ensure children can be subjected to such treatments without their parents’ knowledge or consent.

The effects of such treatment are permanent, and the campaign to make it available to minors stands in startling contrast to the national consensus about another set of state laws. Those statutes protect children from expressing their identity by receiving a procedure that one federal circuit court held to be a “purely expressive activity fully protected by the First Amendment.” I refer to tattoos, which are far less invasive, less dangerous and less permanent than treatments that supposedly change a child’s sex.

Many red states, blue states and the District of Columbia have absolute bans on permanent tattoos for children. Some blue states’ laws are among the most stringent. In California and Washington, it’s a crime to tattoo any minor under 18. Likewise in Oregon, and a Portland municipal ordinance sets the limit at 21. It’s 16 in Florida and Kentucky and 14 in Idaho. In Illinois, not only are children under 18 prohibited from getting a tattoo, it’s illegal for tattoo parlors to allow them onto the premises unless accompanied by a parent or guardian.

States that don’t impose outright bans still have strict parental notification and consent laws. If a child in Michigan wants to get a tattoo reflecting his most deeply held passion—even if his teachers, doctors and other experts support his wish and testify that his views are bona fide and permanent—the tattooist still would risk 93 days in jail and a $2,500 fine if he didn’t secure written parental consent, in person. Florida (for children 14 to 16), Arkansas, Louisiana, Idaho (under 14), Michigan, Nevada, Ohio and Arizona (under 18), among other states, all have similarly strict in-person parental consent laws. All states at minimum require parental notification and written consent.

The penalties for violations can be serious. In Arizona, tattooing a minor without parental consent is a felony. In Louisiana, the tattooist would face a mandatory jail term of 30 days to a year, as well as a mandatory fine. Even in states where the offense is a misdemeanor, it’s often a Class A misdemeanor, the most serious level, with a possible penalty of up to one year in prison. That’s true in Kansas, Illinois and Tennessee and Virginia.

The complete lack of controversy regarding protecting children from permanent tattoos extends beyond the states to groups most vocally concerned for the well-being of children. The American Medical Association, American Academy of Pediatrics, American Psychiatric Association, and American Academy of Child and Adolescent Psychiatry all have spoken out against state laws to restrict access to “gender-affirming medical care” for children, including both hormones and surgery. None of those organizations have said a word against the states’ restrictions of children’s right to express their self-identity in the form of a permanent tattoo.

The nationwide consensus that children should be protected from permanent tattoos even extends to many tattoo artists. Jim Riley of Innervision Tattoo in Nevada (where state law requires in-person parental consent for a minor to get a tattoo) writes on the parlor’s website that he wouldn’t tattoo a minor even with parental consent:

“Of all the people I’ve tattooed in my 20+ year tattoo career, most of the cover up tattoos I have done are on people who got tattooed at a young age. It’s very common to hear the phrase ‘I got this tattoo when I was 15 and now I hate it. Can you cover it up?’ A phrase I’ve never heard anyone say is, ‘I got this tattoo when I was 15 and I love it!’ Let’s face it, when we’re teenagers we don’t have the foresight to know what we will like when we are in our 20’s, 30’s, 40’s and beyond.”

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Someone will undoubtedly say something stupid - even with me preemptively pointing it out here - that a tattoo isn't "life saving." Let's put aside the extremely questionable nature of the "affirm or suicide" myth and manipulation.

If a child comes to you and says "I don't feel like me without that tattoo, so if I don't get it, I'll kill myself," would you give them the tattoo, or would you suspect there is something wrong here with their emotional and mental state? Wouldn't that urgency and hyperbolic catastophizing make you stop and wonder what was really going on?

Far from being a justification for unquestioningly affirming their need for a tattoo and giving them what they demand, it's very good reason for stopping and questioning why the choice is between a tattoo and death. And how someone who is ready to kill themselves can have the emotional stability and clarity to make such a permanent, life-altering decision. You can't claim that someone is simultaneously at very real risk of self-destruction and has astute, reliable perceptions of reality.

Now imagine thousands of children saying they want tattoos or they'll kill themselves.

The "life saving" argument doesn't do what you think it does.

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