#at least i wasn't on hold for ages beforehand like last time

[axe8472]

called the GP to ask what drugs the neurologist is putting me on because he muttered it in the space of 0.003 miliseconds during the appointment (which lasted a total of eight minutes). GP said we don't have anything from the hospital yet but give neurology a ring and they'll know. I give neurology a ring. I know word for word how this conversation will go. they say whats the name of your consultant. I don't know because he didn't so much as introduce himself. they say yeah we don't know what he's putting you on but call your GP they'll know.

[lazyneonrabbitt]

It has been a crazy week for your community.

Crazy enough to have Daryl retreat downstairs and even sleep there instead of coming up to your shared bedroom for the last couple nights. You knew he needed his space from time to time so you let him, only going down there to collect laundry.

The memories of your shared time sneaking around and fuck like rabbits made heat rise to your cheeks. You recalled the way he loved to fuck you in front of his mirror. The same mirror that was now off to the side with a large cloth thrown over it.

It suddenly hit you that you hadn't seen him nude in a while either. Normally he'd come out of the shower in just a towel around his waist to dig for his clothes in the bedroom but now he took a pile beforehand and dressed with the door closed. You missed showering with him too.

You were headed upstairs to put away the laundry when Daryl was in the shower, but halfway up the stairs you couldn't hear the water running and got your hopes up of catching him in at least less clothes again.

And you did.

In the bedroom you found him standing in front of the mirrored closet door,his hands on his lower stomach where over time a soft layer of fat had accumulated. You stayed hidden and watched some more as his fingers pulled at his chest, seeing it sag as soon as he let go. He sqeezed his thick arms and you heard him huff. Was this why he stopped showing himself to you?

You pretended to just arrive upstairs and nothing was going on as you went ahead to drop the basket on the bed and quickly kiss his cheek in his moment of being caught off guard. When he didn't amile at the kiss you knew something was up.

"I thought you liked my kisses?" You stepped beside him and looked at him through the mirror, a sad look in your eyes that mirrored his own as he looked you in the eyes.

"S'not tha'." His eyes traveled back to his, in his eyes, less than desirable body. He hated how he wasn't the well trained huntsman he used to be when you two met. He was aging a lot quicker than you were and it started showing a lot more nowadays. He hated all of it.

Your hands traveled to his stomach as you stepped between him and the mirror. "Tell me what's wrong, then. We always work it out."

A deep breath left his lips before he spoke. "Ya really like me like this? Think I'm pretty with mah saggy bits 'n fat e'rywhere?" His words felt like stabs of a knife. "Startin' ta get them old man lines on mah face. Mah hair's gon' be all grey before ya even get yer first. Don't tha' bother ya?"

You grabbed hold of his soft sides and stuffed your face in his plump chest, nuzzling onto his softness. "You're beautiful no matter what shape your in."

You pressed kisses to his chest, down his stomach and taking the time to love each bit of scarred skin on your way to the waistband of his boxers. Your hands found his half hard cock amd teased him as you took the remaining fabric off him and kitten licked his shaft and popped him in your mouth.

His sounds were like music to your ears and decided you weren't gonna finish him off like this. You wanted him in bed.

So you took him to bed and spent the rest of your evening with him. No rough mirror fucking or dirty talk as he rearranged your guts. Just sweet and slow lovemaking filled with praises and sweet nothings.

[wandagcre]

Heya!!! If you were still doing the gif requests, may I ask for a fluffy top wanda one with this pleassee. Thank you

it's date night but it wasn't the one where you two had reigns to decide—it lacked total freedom and privacy. it was a miracle enough that wanda let you accompany her as she meets her stylists for the night event; a fundraising gala held by the no-longer little morgan stark, now of age to handle the business. she reminded you of as a perfect mix of personality between tony and pepper. moreso, there was a definite surprise from wanda thinks she's no longer that hero. apparently, morgan insisted, and reassured that the world thinks otherwise as there had been cover-ups from some of her past wrong doings.

upon the invitation, you were ecstatic for your wife — how her journey has far come to this. how beneficial her presence would be at that event. you also knew how her mind is clouded with doubts, so you insisted that if you weren't to be her plus-one for safety purposes.

"c'mon, honey. i deserve to see you get dressed and glammed up, don't you think?" you give her best impression of your puppy eyes. wanda can feel the excitement coursing through you that it makes your smile so infectious.

you knew she had soften up. "fine. you can accompany me, detka."

"yes! i'm your unofficial plus-one," when you pump your fist in the air, celebrating, her giggling resonated beautifully in the room.

you were new to this world. still under the care of the starks, you were greeted by their warmth and their extravagant and lavish place. the glass that acted as top to bottom walls and viewpoint surrounded the place. you did the math and it could fit at least for you to throw a party from one room alone.

you held wanda's hand, squeezing it from time to time to reassure the woman somehow that you're there with her — for her. your wife looked small before you sat with her in the spacious bed. did you had the urge to tackle her? yes. did you succumb to that urge? also yes. it was a fit of laughter as you both enjoyed the comfortable silence.

"do you have any clue what you'll be wearing?" you ponder while your head was close to wanda, laying down.

"no, not really." wanda answers. "they only took my measurements and i reminded pepper to give me something of a natural look. nothing too over the top,"

you hold her by the wrist, your thumb soothing over it.

"whatever it is, i'm sure you'll look stunning. i won't be able to take your eyes off you." you admit honestly. wanda blushes beside you because she feels the truth behind your words.

"you're a real charmer,"

soon, you both hear the card tapping and doors sliding in. it was the makeup team, both of you greeted them and you sat patiently by the edge of the bed, how the team worked fast and efficiently.

it didn't take long for them and you saw how the sun was soon setting by the wide windows. wanda finally got into another room to put on the dress and you insisted on closing your eyes before seeing the final reveal.

"that's only for weddings you dummy."

you humurously scoffed. "i'm not taking my chances. besides, i want to be surprised."

when you two were left alone, wanda finally gave you the cue to look, per your instructions, and she was even more breathtaking than in the mirror reflection and the partial look you had beforehand.

she's right infront of you, giving you a shy twirl.

"wow. that's— okay. i have to process this beauty for at least three business days," your eyes fluttered, you feel heated up, and you had to tug on the collar of your shirt.

"don't be dramatic now, detka."

"i'm serious! i feel like a giggly teen over my crush right now. you don't understand... i hope you understand."

wanda rolled her eyes. your compliment was appreciated though, she held your words in high regard — always. wanda's back faced you again this time for her to do her last touch ups.

she turned around once again to your direction and you sauntered over your wife. you made her inch closer for you to inspect her pretty face.

your heartbeat picked up immensely.

"how do i look?" wanda whispers. she's hopeless as you were.

"gorgeous. the best among them all."

you're rewarded with her pearly teeth smile and beautiful green eyes gleaming at your response — contorting into ease and happiness. it didn't help your beating heart, but it was more than satisfying.

if she ever experienced teenage dating like in the movies filled of unstoppable fluttering of feelings, wanda is certain that it feels something as this — all with you, because of you.

[snugglebugs]

KAI SMITH flip (caregiver-leaning!)

Kai Ninjago Smith is ABSOLUTELY an age regressor are you KIDDING me are you JOKING me. He is BASICALLY CANONICALLY an age regressor!!!!

> "I bet he loves being treated like a baby..." (Nya, Season 14, Episode 6, Call From The Abyss)... Yeah he does because he IS a baby. He is THE baby. He is BABY.

His entire traumatic backstory is that, after his parents were taken from him from an early age, he had to step into a parental role for his little sister and become the adult of the family while still being a child himself. He had to grow up before he even really had a chance to grow at all. On-screen, we see that once his parents return and he's no longer forced into that role of responsibility, he canonically regresses into childish habits and language we have never before seen him use or display beforehand.

"Ham and cheese sandwiches with crispy bacon? Oh thanks, Mommy! You're the best! Mm... bacon is the best, too!" (Kai, Season 14, Episode 6, Call From The Abyss).

Conclusion? Kai Smith is the most age-regressor to ever age regress ever I will not take criticism because I am OBJECTIVELY CORRECT.

Anyway!! I think Kai is regresses from 5-9~ years old. We can tell from his diction that he doesn't seem to be a baby regressor (at least in this scene), as he's capable of fully-formed sentences and has the cognitive skills required to play video games, so that leads me to believe he might be a little-middlespace regressor! Kai's parents left when he was around 5, so it makes sense he wouldn't be an infant regressor, but around the little-middle spectrum, regressing into the same range of years in which he didn't have a chance to be a child before.

I don't just think he's an age regressor, though, I also think he's a flip, too! He definitely has some care-giving tendencies built-in to him from having to be a caretaker for his little sister for so many years, and so he pretty naturally slips into the role of a big brother caregiver! I imagine he leans more towards the caregiving side then the regressing side, just because being a caregiver is what he's used to being - what he's always had to be - but that may be prone to change as he becomes more comfortable with his regression! He hates regressing around the other age regressors, especially when they're regressed, because he feels like when they're small he has to be big and adult to take care of them regardless of his own headspace. We can see his caregiver tendencies displayed in... countless interactions with Lloyd. Speaking of...

LLOYD MONTGOMERY GARMADON age regressor!

I am, once again, OBJECTIVELY correct. Lloyd is basically canonically an age regressor. He IS canonically an age regressor. He is, quite literally, a child stuck in a teenager's body -- as in he was a child and then magic age-up tea turned his body into a teenager's but still left him with the mental capacity of a child. Which is the DEFINITION of what an age regressor is!! Bodily an adult but mentally a child!! He IS an age regressor!!!!

And even if that WASN'T the case, he'd probably be an age regressor anyway, because, like. Look at him. He had the weight of the world on his shoulders since he was, like, eight, was unable to be a child because he had to endure constant rigorous training and when he WASN'T training he was undergoing countless traumatic experiences while he was still a child.

> Lloyd: "Well...The latest issue of Starfarer just came in at Doomsday Comix and it's a limited run, so if I don't go out and get it, it's going to sell out. Last they left off, intergalactic rogue Fritz Donnegan was surrounded by the Imperial Sludge, and if I don't find out if he gets out alright, I think I might have my own doomsday!" Kai: "The fate of Ninjago rests on your shoulders. As the Green Ninja, you have a giant responsibility to hold. I'm sorry, but you don't have time for such childish things." Lloyd: "Other kids get to play and have fun. All I ever do is train..." (Season 2, Episode 18, Child's Play)

I don't even think I need to argue my case that hard for why Lloyd is an age regressor. I think it'd be harder to argue why he ISN'T an age regressor, actually. TRY to argue that he's not an age regressor. TRY. I BET you CAN'T.

I don't have much evidence for this one, but I imagine he may be a pet regressor, too! He's an oni-dragon-hybrid, after all, and his heritage have proven to come with strong instincts regarding this animalistic half of his genes, as seen throughout the Oni Trilogy.

COLE BROOKSTONE caregiver!

Look at him. JUST LOOK AT HIM. The most caregiver to ever caregive ever forever. He has chronic can't-stop-adopting-children syndrome. He's adopted, like, three separate children at this point. It is becoming a problem.

"Huh? Oh, no. Don't make that face. Don't cry. Oh, I can't take it any more. Hey, look at me. Hehe. Yeah. I'm not sad. Ha-ha, I'm not crying. Oh, fine. But this is between you and me. Shine, little glow worm, glimmer glimmer. Hey there, don't get dimmer, dimmer. You like that, huh? Well, there's more where that came from. Glow, little glow worm. Glow and Glimmer—" (Cole, Season 8, Episode 5, Dead Man's Squall)

When his mentor canonically (mentally & physically) regressed into an infant his first and immediate instinct was to adopt and care for them. If that isn't agere caregiver behaviour I don't know WHAT is. HE BECAME THE FATHER TO AN INDIVIDUAL REGRESSED FROM THEIR NORMAL HEADSPACE INTO A CHILD.... HE'S LITERALLY A CAREGIVER GUYS!!!!!! I DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE YOU WANT ME TO SAY!!!!!!! I AM JUST STRAIGHT-UP CORRECT!!!!!!!!!!!

JAY WALKER padded regressor!

"Jay: Aah! [He picks up a ruined stuffed toy.] Mister Cuddlywomp… [sobs] is a teddy bear I used to love when I was five, but now he's totally lame and—

Cole: We know you still sleep with him.

Jay: And I don't care who knows it! Mister Cuddlywomp..." (Season 7, Episode 6, The Attack)

Jay Walker is DEFINTELY a regressor. His personality has been noted to be very child-like and babyish at times, to the point where the fandom (and showwriters) tend to infantilize him, despite the fact that in his own right he can be a very serious character when he need be. As much as I do believe he's an age regressor, it's important to remember he can be very capable and competent character when he's big, too, and not to define him by his regression!

If he's any regressor, it's definitely a padded regressor. Throughout the show, it's become a running bit that he's a bedwetter and has a weak bladder:

"Jay: But I don't wanna get wet. I...I only have one pair of underwear.

Kai: Jay, this is no time to be making jokes. The Bounty can only take so much.

"Jay: You think I'm trying to be funny?" (Season 2, Episode 9, The Last Voyage)

"Harumi: Uh, forgive me, but is that...underwear?

Jay: We're usually more organized. Ahem. But our leader got lost in a time-stream. Uh, they're Cole's.

Cole: They're blue!

Kai: You're lucky they're not yellow." (Season 8, Episode 3, The Oni & The Dragon)

"Oh, that reminds me, Jay, honey, I need to teach you how to bleach your boxer shorts." (Maya, Season 14, Episode 7, Unsinkable)

"Jet Jack: Then tell us, who do these diapers belong to?

Kai: Oh, those are Jay's. Tell 'em, Jay.

Jay: Oh. I have a weak bladder." (Season 9, Episode 2, Iron & Stone)

These are only a few of many, many examples (You can find others throughout the show, such as in Only One Can Remain, The Darkness Remains, Darkness Within, etc), and though it's usually spun as a joke, there's no harm and shame in it! In conclusion

ZANE JULIEN caregiver!

"I was built to protect those who can't protect themselves!" (Zane, Season 3, Episode 8, The Titanium Ninja)

I don't know what else you want me to say guys... he said so himself.,,,,,,. was built to protect those who can't protect themselves...,.....

Zane's entire identity is hinged around adaptability. Though I could go on a WHOLE 'NOTHER ESSAY about Zane's relationship with identity, the point here is that he often adapts to what people need him to be! I mean, he downloaded thousands pieces of detective media onto his hardware in order to try to track down the other ninja after they went missing, if called for I imagine he could very easily slip into the role of caretaker (he WOULD download hundreds of resources on age regression to help the other ninja)!

I don't have a lot of evidence for this one beside source: bro trust me but bro. trust me. The Vibes,,,, theyre there

These are just my personal headcanons based on evidence I've gathered from the show - I am in NO WAY saying these are the only headcanons or that they are the "correct" ones!! In fact, if you have DIFFERENT headcanons for the ninja (esp. ones I didn't provide a lot of detail for), I encourage you to share them in the tags, I'd love to hear other's opinions!!!! ^^

If this gets enough interested, I might make a pt. 2, so stay tuned!!

[leviadraws]

I what are the best/worst cases in DRA and SDRA2?

Best and worst is hard for me, since I know which are a lot of people's favourite cases aren't mine, so I think I'll go for which ones I did and didn't like the most

I'll go sdra2 first, since I didn't actually like half of the cases there. I think my fave is actually case 1? 4 is very close here but it has that moment where Sora puts the glass shard in Nikei's hand and then holds that to cut Shinji's neck and that somehow makes Nikei the killer? Ofc that's not how it ends but that entire thread felt so off. Also the end was unsatisfying since they needed an execution but anyway.

Case 1 is my fave because, despite the fact that its kinda easy, it's still fun, the body reveal is a little different, as someone who'd played v3 beforehand it wasn't totally out of the possibility to suspect Yoruko, and then the void reveal at the end had it's shock factor. Also, I was pretty fond on both Yuri and Hajime, so it was a little sad for me to watch :'D

My least fave is case 3, and before ya'll crucify me it's just sooo dragged out it takes houuuuuursss. And it's not even that interesting, you spend ages and ages arguing back and forth over every little nit pick. Also the ridiculous overconvoluted of it was just, too much for me at points I think I tuned out a few times.

The end of it also just leaves a bad taste, I don't like that Kanade "wins" in the end.

So DRA oooh lets go least fave first, since fave is hard. Least fave is deffo chapter 3, it's just so weird? Kinji's breakdown, his demeanor before and during the trial, and just the cruelty of it all. The whole post trial where he tries to act all justified for his actions and then the whole thing with the orphans seems to try to redeem him, but like the dude decapitated Kakeru and then tied up Kanata and left her there to wait to die in the most awful way. It just felt kinda cheap, like the attempt to redeem him was completely last minute.

And then fave...? That's hard, I liked chapters 2 and 4, 5 is okay in theory but the practice (or perhaps the translation?) made it pretty confusing/frustrating. So I think I'll go with 6, it was a little different, it wraps most things up, you get to see Akane doubt more in real time, and Utsuro is a fun character. The reason for Rei to go into despair was a little forced, and it's standard DR cheese towards the end but at least it was mostly satisfying, which is more than I can say about sdra2 chapter 6 haha

[eldritch-queern-magicat]

I got this over a month ago. At first, it triggered nothing that wasn't already active beforehand. It was just a surprise and delight to get one of these at my local retailer.

And then it triggered absolutely everything in the last few weeks. I got into Bleach in high school, since my local library had a fair bit of the manga for the time. Though it took me at least a year to get through a bunch of the other manga before I finally checked it out. So, putting this squarely into the period of being abused by family. It was almost the greatest escape I'd found at that time.

I attached so hard to it, and all the characters whether I liked them or not (but I do like most of the recurring characters). I had crushes everywhere, and I absolutely incorporated things right into my unstable something of a self. And of course, this manifested in my imaginary shenanigans, externalized from my fragmented mind.

So the reason this is a big deal is because shortly after getting it, I moved right on into dealing with my trauma from that time. The clarity regarding my unstable behavior in general came at an interesting time, out of pure luck. Having unpacked foster hell and being partially raised by my great-grandma, I saw my time living with my dad's side of the family in a new light.

Hello walking disaster. I'm not even joking about this one. I had no idea how to even hang out with my cousins in a normal way. I barely knew how to hang out with people anywhere near my age at all.

The only thing I really knew how to do was escape into fictional worlds. And outside of Grandma, the other adult family that was immediately there just mostly cared about appearances. Grandma did her best for what she was capable of, but she was older (the often forgotten Silent Generation) and in declining health. But the other four adults left me feeling like an extra, or just forgotten.

And now, after nearly fourteen years and several things happening, I'm trying to cope with how betrayed I was. Call it naive, because it was, but I moved in with them believing that my family would never intentionally hurt me. My parents believed I'd be safe, too, which makes it worse. We couldn't trust the system, but we could trust one side of the family. Right?

It made me escape even harder into my imagination. I'm starting to open up through poetry on my other social media. But it's hard because I'm also forced to come to terms with what they may be calling me now.

I brought that up with my therapist yesterday. It's what I'm currently working on unpacking and letting go of. But it's a lot harder now. I wasn't a small child anymore. I was fourteen when I moved up, seventeen when I moved back. My behavior was a problem, and it went far deeper than anyone realized, even for those who did care.

It's still impossible to hold very much of what happened against myself, alone. But I know chances are good they mostly won't care why I was a wreck of a person. At least two of them all probably still blame Mom and Dad, because they made Dad the black sheep for superficial reasons and never even liked Mom. And I have very good reasons to suspect they were playing 'sins of the fathers' against me.

I'm not going to deny, if asked, that I had a lot of behavioral problems growing up. But I survived horrific things that left me struggling to adjust to a normal family life, and my parents still did their best to help me. It's all just, the only way to survive was suppressing things to the degree they went on mostly undetected. Except for the fact they also influenced all of my behavior subconsciously, for obvious reasons.

I don't even know what the hell this post is for anymore. I'm just rambling again. But the Soul Candy helped trigger a lot of this just because of the period of time it helps to represent. And I'm still figuring it all out, since I've only brushed over it in the past.

But now, after this long? Well, I'm on a roll in terms of recovery. And I've got college classes starting later in August. I'd like as much of my behavior figured out as possible by then.

-Lilu 🫐😺

[triple-hbk]

Fic: This Isn't Everything You Are- Part 6

Link to other chapter posted on tumblr, or on my A03

And you wish you'd went home days ago, to say goodbye or just hello

-

He hadn't called and as the door opened, he kinda wished he had.

Shawn looked like shit and Hunter knew a pilled out of his head Shawn from a mile away. His heart sank a little and he wished hadn't bothered.

For his part, Shawn looked dumbly at the other man stood there and didn't greet him, he didn't even smile. He just left the door open for Hunter to come in and walked back into his home.

Hunter closed the door behind him and took in the surroundings. Everything looked pretty good from the last time he'd been here. He followed the path that Shawn had taken and found his friend sat on an armchair.

Hunter looked to see the TV on and muted and guessed Shawn was at least relaxing while he was off. Taking one of the other seats, he observed his friend. A mouthful of chewing tobacco was pushed to the side of Shawn's mouth and a bottle now in his hand as he spat it out. Another of Shawn's little habits. He didn't miss prising it from Shawn's mouth.

“Whattya want?” Shawn said.

“Well, as I couldn't get hold of you I wanted to see if you were okay. I've been missing you on the road,” Hunter said.

Shawn rolled his eyes at the sentiment. “Yeah, looks like it.”

There was a little edge to the words that Hunter didn't like to hear. “What's that supposed to mean?” he asked, even though he knew.

“You think I stopped watching?”

Hunter heard that bitter and accusing tone. He already regretted coming. “What did you think I was gonna do? You wanted to go home and show goes on. I've got a career as well, you know. I want to make my own mark.”

“Well now you get a chance to do just that,” Shawn replied. But Hunter noticed that face relaxed a little after those words as though he let go of some of the anger.

“You could still be part of the show, you know. You could be part of DX. You don't have to wrestle-”

“I know I could but I'd hate it. Watching guys my age or older still wrestling when I know I can't.”

“Have you done any rehab for your back?”

“Not yet,” Shawn answered.

Hunter didn't push it. Shawn had quickly relaxed into normal conversation with him but he was still aware of the fact that he wasn't completely sober and that could always cause an unexpected reaction, especially as he didn't know what Shawn had taken or how much. “Well, I hope you do and you feel like coming back soon. It's not the same without you.”

“Better?”

It was a question but it wasn't as loaded as Hunter expected. He looked at Shawn carefully before deciding to answer it.

“Not better. Different. At first it just felt like you were taking a couple weeks off.”

In the run up to 'Mania Shawn hadn't been as present as he had been beforehand. Hunter missed his friend, but he could see why Shawn wasn't that eager to fly all over the Country to do promos.

“And then it kinda settled in and I really missed you and it's kinda feeling like the new normal, I guess. But I still miss you, which is why I came.”

It was a lie. The reason he came was he dreamt Shawn killed himself but he didn't want to share that truth with Shawn.

“What would you have done if I was out of town?” Shawn asked.

Hunter shrugged, “Stayed at a hotel.”

Shawn didn't laugh. He barely smiled, but there was a little lightness to him. Maybe a slight smirk. And Hunter couldn't get over the giddy feeling that hit him at the thought that he'd made his friend smile. “Jus' as well I got no place to be, huh?” Shawn said eventually. “So, you just came by to say hi then?” He added.

Hunter shrugged “Is that so bad?”

“If I'd known you were coming we could have done something more exciting than sitting here.”

Hunter thought that maybe with nothing to really focus on Shawn was bored out of his skull and could do with some proper company. “We can still do something. What did you have in mind?”

Shawn smiled that time and without a word, stood up and grabbed his car keys and coat, waiting for Hunter to follow him, as he knew he would.