#just kind of like he's nauseous

[aidenwaites]

Renfield's acting sick :(

[lipt-97]

came back just to post these. okay bye

[mitskiluvr]

that body never belonged to you in the first place

[inkats]

hanging out w ppl is great (I’m constantly nauseous)

[fooltofancy]

i am so, so tired of this.

[widowshill]

this is just an idle thought so i'm not sure i can word this well but there's ... something about supernatural narrative ambiguity (such as in cases like carmilla) that really interests me with V's ultimate fate. i.e. i think in one reading ... she did fall from the cliffs that evening at widows' hill, just like carolyn prophesied she would & roger joked endlessly about, and liz did not save her. and victoria getting her quote "happy ending," miraculously getting sent back to be with her vanished husband into a long gone century, returning to an earlier past, is just the silver telling the story version of it. her Savannah, if you will.

"I had to return him to an earlier state of being." / "I found a way to reach into the past and undo it." / "To the rest of the world, they simply cease to be."

moreover i think it's Compelling who liz is with when she finds victoria in each case: professor stokes as V contemplates suicide on the hill, and barnabas when she vanishes into the past with jeff. stokes, who certainly is more than involved with the supernatural but who comparatively represents rational thought, research, learning, Truth and accepting even difficult truth ( "I'm afraid, my dear Miss Winters, that if he is here, he feels as I do. Your place is here. Your time is now. The only way you can join him is to die." ) and barnabas of rewritten myths, of vampires, false identities, the transmutation of women's very sense of self, who has never accepted anything be it feeling or fact and has made every effort to forcibly change it, even if that is only in the telling.

[travellingeorzea]

Sick Meetings || @doloniadiegesis

“Ow…” A muffled voice came by some boxes. The Miqo'te rubbed his head as he stood up, looking around unsure of exactly where he was. It looked to be a large open area with buildings he didn’t recognise and airships? They looked much more advanced than those in Eorzea, they looked similar to the one Cid built him but more advanced. Just where in the Seven Hells was he? All he could feel was an awful headache and a bout of sickness, which led him to some clues as to what happened. A rouge aether shard sent him somewhere and he was paying the consequences. His head spun but thankfully due to dealing with this before Uma knew what he needed, a special kind of drink and fast. He knelt down, both to check his bag but also out of nausea, to see what he had on him. Amra, check. Ovibos milk, check. Crystals, check. Missing two ingredients, just great. Supporting himself on a nearby pillar, the Miqo'te lifted himself up and began to walk at a slow pace. 

He ignored the looks he received around him, they looked scared? Muttering something about Mara, what that was Uma had no idea but he had to find the ingredients and fast. He shuffled about and caught some people who looked like they were carrying weapons? Oh that was just his luck wasn’t it and he was in no state to fight. He stopped for a moment to fight back the nausea and continued to shuffle forward, no he needed help before something got out of hand. Whatever these people with the weapons wanted with him must be to do with the muttering he heard around him about something to do with this Mara. Mustering some strength he sped up, only a little, to turn a corner and throw off the guards and sat down. Maybe this would be best to avoid attention. 

Uma noticed someone walking past and reached out to her hand and held onto it, not something he normally would do but these were desperate times. Glowing red eyes met gold as he gritted his sharp teeth to try and form a sentence. “Do you have Peppermint and Palm Sugar? I need it.” He clutched his head in pain after that as he quickly regretted that sped up pace he took, of all things the Warrior of Light could handle, this was the thing to take him down. “Please… I’ll pay you back.” A groan came out from him as he curled up, knees hugging his chest as his tail wrapped itself below his knees.

[xannerz]

been on the verge of a boohoo sesh all day reee

[harrowscore]

SO close to strangling my dad for what he's saying about berluconi... what a deeply ignorant little man he is at heart

[bobarodent]

Just learned from a buddy of mine (not lgbtqia+) that he outed me to his entire family when I wasn’t there. He doesn’t seem to understand why this is bad. Doing my best to try and handle it.

[inkats]

we're slowly returning to the emotional baseline...

[puppmeo]

Have you ever been assumed to be romantically attracted to someone and even just the thought of that makes you want to throw up . Anybody

[craykae]

was gonna go to my friend's funeral tomorrow but I got my period today whyyy :(

[halfdeadwallfly]

desperately trying to heal my soul with montgomery ricky

whyyy do i have no friends i just need to tallkkkkk to someoneee

[voidoftetris]

they should invent a way to reject people that doesn’t make you want to die

[globodamorte]

had one of the worst breakdowns in a while like I was actually nauseous and stumbling around and still had to hear my mother treat me as if I'm just dramatic and weird