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#im sorry i needed to get that out of my system
mis-calculated · 9 months
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Recently experiencing health ocd has been probably one of the hardest things I've had to deal with in my entire life by a mile (which is saying a lot).
There's a special level of all encompassing terror involved in experiencing a degree of real physical pain triggering your brain to immediatly jump to all the serious and very real medical problems with those symptoms which could be dire if not treated immediatly, and using every ounce of your remaining strength to ignore the urge to go to the hospital while the wierd pains persist. Having lost insurance until January 1st has made this even more difficult. Most terrifyingly, there is one day my brain could be right. I could in fact be experiencing a heart attack due to ridiculously high stress levels and lack of nutrition from my mostly untreated ARFID, but i chose to ignore it because I can no longer trust my own brain.
I have experienced anxiety all my life, but even at it's worst, I have never struggled to function more than these last few months. I am afraid to leave the house for too long. I am afraid to be too far away. I'm afraid of being at work or in the middle of a concert, because it is very not ideal to leave if something were wrong. I'm afraid to be alone at home for too long, because if something ever was really wrong, I couldn't get to the hospital because I can't drive.
I am so tired and sore from being on edge constantly. I'm so exhausted from trying to handle it all internally so that it doesn't wear out my lovely partner too much.
I'm trying so hard to be strong every day but god this illness just sucks and feels neverending. Every time I begin to be able to cope, it just starts convincing me I must have another deadly illness.
As I lie here unable to determine whether I'm really lightheaded/sickly feeling, or whether it's all in my head, I wish a very sincere, Fuck You to health ocd.
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bigweldindustries · 5 months
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going through the hades 2 stuff and im sorry but i just have to ramble a second because look at Hephaestus
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he's not just a wheelchair user but also an amputee. an above knee amputee. wheelchair users are already next to nonexistant in video games but amputees exist in this really...disheartening? spot where they're pretty much just reduced to "person with a cybernetic limb" - it's always just somewhere from "just a cool visual design" to flat out "superpower". I can't think of a video game amputee that is actually disabled by their limb differences - I'm all for futuristic worlds where prosthetics and other disability aids are far advanced from what they are now, but that's not really what's implied by these designs. They're just... Cool designs that in no way reflect on the real-world experience of being an amputee.
Look at Hephaestus, though. Look at that prosthetic. Whilst stylised it very much looks like it functions like common mechanical knees - knee bends when thigh is lifted, knee straightens when thigh is lowered. He's a wheelchair user as well as a prosthetic user - every prosthetic user I know is also a wheelchair user as a prosthetic is not usable in every occasion and also cause exhaustion and pain if used constantly.
Whilst we can't see much of his wheelchair the position he's sat in and the wheels very much evoke active wheelchair to me - this carries on to very specifically the thickness of his arms. Whilst a lot of Hades designs are muscular Hephaestus has very noticeably thick arms - which makes sense, as active wheelchairs require a lot of arm strength.
Just overall this design is making me want to cry - he's not just an actual wheelchair user in a video game, he's a realistic depiction of an amputee, a disability usually brushed over in order to give a character a fun design quirk and nothing else. He's fat and he's hot and he's a realistic depiction of an above knee amputee. Oh my god. Oh my god?
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tubbytarchia · 2 months
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I told you I never stop thinking about merpearl
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messiergalaxy31 · 2 months
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Knight Of The Wind
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taikk0 · 5 months
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🎶 Everyone adores you, at least I do ❤️💙 Congrats on 300M views and a 2nd episode
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moonpaw · 1 year
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appri-dot · 6 months
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I like to draw nutcracker yaoi for character reasons trust fencer(hurt fella) belongs to @ballcrusher74
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livsmessydoodles · 7 months
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livsmessydoodles klance art in 2024....... weve hit rock bottom
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razzafrazzle · 1 year
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"do you love him?" take a wild guess Mr. Buttfart
[image description: a redraw of a screencap from lisa the painful definitive edition. the screencap is of terry hugging brad next to the campfire while brad blushes, the redraw is the same shot but colorless aside from the blush on both of their cheeks. end id]
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skysurfing · 2 years
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pat pat
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toasterfroggy · 1 year
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HOLY SHIT IM GONNA SEE JEREMY JORDAN AND EVA NOBELZADA IN THE GREAT GASTBY MUSICAL
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snailasleep · 1 year
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why does vash carry cigarettes if he never smokes?
extra comic
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if it makes anyone feel better heres what i named some of the layers for this comic
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also panels i liked!
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see you, vash! until next time!
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stxneflxwers · 1 year
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neuvillette is the type to drop what he's doing so he can rush to your side and comfort you when your anxiety is higher than normal. even when you try to bottle it up and tell yourself so many times that it's "not a big deal."
he, personally, thinks it's a big deal to you—no matter how much you don't want to confess to it. even then, your alarmingly high level of anxiety is very concerning to him. it's important to him to see you grow and flourish.
he may tell you he "doesn't quite understand the root for such high anxiety," but he has certainly felt similar ways in the past. he's simply never had that chance to put it into the right words. but with the way you describe your feelings, your experiences, your pain—he's suddenly understanding both you and himself a lot better.
he has you to thank for that.
and one day, he'll tell you while he helps you come back down to earth. his firm grasp cradles you like a fragile baby bird while one hand soothing you with slow brushes of his gloveless hand over your head,
"you have quite the way with words," he murmurs sweetly, leaning his forehead against your temple, "you have assisted me in innumerable ways with my own...anxiety. thank you."
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cuecrynsleep · 4 months
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Being Transparent
Angela can't stop thinking about Amanda choking her for a bit. After a startling realization she has an open and honest talk with her. This is based off of the recent Smosh Games video when Amanda (jokingly) choked Angela.
Tags: Implied sexual content, choking kink, open kink communication, established relationship
Disclaimer: This is not meant to be a representation of those in Smosh, rather a fan made perspective on the characters they portray online. Remain respectful.
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It was never rough, nor too hard. It was exaggerated, the way Amanda's hands in Tinky Winky's gloves wrapped around her character's neck. She lightly pushed her around back and forth, but never once squeezing just to be careful. In fact her gloved hands wrapped around the bottom of her neck, touching her collarbone to make sure she didn't hurt her.
It was an instinct how Angela found herself reacting, grabbing onto the purple gloves on the base of her neck. She lightly squeezed Amanda's hands, unintentionally pushing further. There was a little constriction. Feigning off her realisation and panic she over exaggerated her reactions. She leaned back and forth, holding onto her hands as she erratically opened and closed her mouth pretending to struggle to get air. Egging her on was the sounds of the crew laughing, she could hear so clearly Shayne's side comment. Then as soon as it ended, it was over.
The moment remained in her mind after that, staying there, brewing, constantly reminding her of Amanda's hands. Except they weren't covered by purple gloves from a costume. Except they weren't in a room with their fellow cast and crew. They were alone, by themselves, in the comfort of Angela's apartment.
She could imagine it all so vividly. Amanda's voice, deepening as she whispered in her ear. The plush couch cushion avoids Angela's knees to weaken and fall. Amanda's knee separated Angela's thighs as she pushed further. She could feel the pressure radiating down to her core, as she waited with bated breaths to feel it more. Then she's taken back to the moment.
Amanda's hand on the nape of her neck pushing her forward towards her. A brief kiss on her lips leaving a tingling sensation. Then her hand swiftly moves forward around her neck, squeezing at the base of it. Her thumb pushing against her throat, constricting her breaths making it come off more desperate. The pressure makes her pant deeper sharper breaths as her mind gets clouded with lust.
She could feel every passing second making her more wet with want and need. A throaty moan, muffled by a choke, as Amanda's grip softened. She took in a sharp breath, carefully breathing in and out as she instinctively pushed her neck closer to Amanda's hand. She'd look up and saw her beautiful face with a smirk, knowing full well both of them were enjoying this.
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Angela bursted up out of bed, her hand on her chest, as she felt her racing heart. Her mind clouded with the memory of the dream infecting every corner of her brain. She ignored the uncomfortable pressure in between her legs, squeezing her thighs as she let out a shaky sigh.
"Shit," she cussed. She looked around her room as if she'd get any answers as to why she had that dream. Her hand reached to run through her hair, as she leaned back against the headboard. This has gotten way too far. Soon enough, Amanda would notice even the slightest difference to how she's acting. Which would then mean Chanse would notice, which could only translate to other people noticing from Courtney to Arasha and so on. The thought itself made her panic.
It's not like it was weird for Angela to have these types of thoughts about Amanda. They were dating for Christ's sake. Though what made her hesitate, what made Angela panic, was the line they were yet to cross in their somewhat new relationship. Never had rushed hands, pulling at clothing, and desperate kisses lasting longer than they should ever make it past there.
She could only be glad that both her and Amanda were off today as she reached towards her bedside table. Quick hands grabbed at her phone, unplugging it from the charger, as she looked at it anxiously. One of the first steps in a relationship was communication, which would then come hand in hand with honesty. Amanda valued both and Angela knew that. She knew that full well. With a deep breath, she checked the time, noticing it was early afternoon as she pulled up Amanda's contact. A text message asking if she could call was quickly replied to. Then as the familiar ringtone rang through her ears, and the sound of Amanda's voice made her smile, she spoke.
"Hey," she paused. "You see there's actually a reason I'm calling you today."
"Oh?" Amanda asked. "Okay, lay it on me. What is it Ange?"
Angela sighed. Somehow those words made it harder for her, as she struggled to find a good starting point. "Okay, wait, before I start I just want to make something clear." Amanda hummed in response, showing she was listening. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable, so if I do, just tell me and I'll drop it immediately."
"Is everything okay?" She asked, concern evident in her tone.
"It's just that we didn't exactly get to that stage in our relationship yet." Angela said slightly hesitating over her words. She could only hope Amanda would understand what she was referring to.
A beat of silence passed and she couldn't help but wish that she could see Amanda's face. Maybe her comforting touches on her knee or a lingering hand on the small of her back would've made this all easier.
Then, as blunt as ever, Amanda replied. "Are you talking about sex?" she asked. "Because that's like the only stage I think you could be referring to."
"Yeah," Angela awkwardly shifted.
"Well, obviously we both thought about it before," Amanda started. "So what's different?"
Angela sighed. She sank deeper and deeper into her bed as she pulled her blanket up to her chin. Her phone placed beside her head, as anxious hands grabbed at the blanket as if it'd help ground her into the moment.
"I had a wet dream about you." She started. Her voice continued on before Amanda could even respond, let alone fully process her words. "Do you remember when we were filming that poker video for Smosh Games? You were playing Tinky Winky and I was some fucking dude that just wanted coffee."
It sounded incredibly stupid now that Angela was putting it into words. The mention of a teletubby of all things and the thought of how many jokes she made during that shoot made Angela internationally cringe. She let out a silent groan, hating her subconscious for even pulling that thought in the first place.
"Uh," Amanda awkwardly started. "Where is this going?" She asked, before quickly adding on in a rushed voice. "I'm not judging you! I'm just confused!"
"Okay," Angela laughed this time. "Not what you're thinking, I'm sure," she said. "Look, you were choking me." She finally admitted, Amanda's words had helped calm her down. She always felt seen and listened to by her. Though the conversation wasn't exactly wholesome, and the context that started it all was nothing but silly, she couldn't help but smile.
"Oh, okay," Amanda said after a brief moment of silence. "So, you think you're into that?"
"Yeah, probably," Angela said. She looked up at her ceiling, her hands still fidgeting with the blanket.
Amanda let out a light chuckle. "That's cool," she said. "If you want to try it out at some point, we can.”
Angela could feel the smile pulling at her cheeks as she could feel a familiar twist in her stomach. "Thanks Amanda." A comfortable moment of silence followed, and Angela let herself let go of the blanket, putting her phone against her ear.
"So, do I need the Twinky Winky gloves or can we do without? Because personally, I really don't want that teletubby anywhere near something like that."
"Shut up!" Angela said, before breaking off into a genuine laugh. "I know it's stupid how this all originated! I blame my subconscious mind if anything!”
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hazardlevei · 1 year
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this is what happened right
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princesseevee06 · 1 year
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can you fight against the curse of this world?
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