#prescriber

[jaynovz]

if yall ever want like serious advice from me about how to solve burnout as a creative it's like...

literally ignore it. stop pushing. go do something else, enjoy your life, fill it with other things, do what brings you joy in the moment if you can.

go to the gym, take a walk to touch grass and look at dogs and smell flowers, cook dinner, watch tv with your friends, talk about your feelings as needed with ppl you trust, take a drive and blast your music, do the chores you need to do, the job hunting slog you need to do, read books that aren't for research, stop cordoning off your brain for The Craft or The Draft or whatever the fuck

forget about the project, stop thinking about it for as long as it takes to be excited again.

fuckin rest, basically

[uncanny-tranny]

The Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA) is planning on changing their regulations for telehealth prescriptions of controlled substances. However, they have opened comments up for people to voice their opinions. You can submit a formal anonymous comment HERE. The comment period ends on March 31st, 2023.

This is an important issue for those who are prescribed controlled substances (e.g., testosterone or ADHD medication) through telehealth, which means it can and will impact trans people on testosterone and a ton of others if this goes through.

[poetrylesbian]

I'm curious because I was discussing this with my grandparents at dinner the other night. They have fancy little crystal dishes they put their meds on to have at breakfast and dinner, and I showing them the mini pharmacy I carry around in a dirty old pencil case.

This isn't counting anything recreational lol

[thebibliosphere]

I'm fine at the moment, I'm not a risk to myself, but I need you to know if I ever do kill myself, it's the fault of every pain specialist who looked me in the eye and told me they wouldn't prescribe me opiates -- the one type of pain killer that works on me -- because of the "risk of addiction."

I spent twelve hours on Monday hyperventilating, vomiting, and being blinded by agony unable to think of anything other than if my partner had a gun, I could end my misery in an instant. My migraines are so bad they make me suicidal.

And all I get is a prescription for tylenol + ibuprofen, which I can't take*, and a suggestion to practice mindfulness.

I'd say the system is broken, but in reality, it's working as intended. Its intention is to break the most vulnerable and remove them from the gene pool.

[ghosts-cyphera]

Everything you write is a banger 🫶 and you are RIGHT, ghost loves sloppy blowjobs but especially the noises like loves hearing his beautiful gf gag on his huge dick while staring up at him with watery eyes (please euthanize me)

you people are being so good to me like what on earth did I do to deserve this? I love you! thank you so, so much 💕🫶🏻 also… say fucking less, my love.

warnings/content: simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader. blowjob, deep-throating, mentions of spit and tears. swallowing. slight degradation if you squint, but ghost only adores you! words: 762. 18+, mdni.

Ghost’s calloused fingers caressed your cheek, and he lifted your head to look at him. On your knees before him you looked even softer and sweeter than you usually did.

So goddamn obedient.

From the sight, his cock—painfully erect—twitched above your face. Mere seconds earlier he had pulled it out of your throat, your lips releasing it with a soft pop: your body desperate for one of those breaths that he knew would burn your lungs from the mere intensity of your inhale.

He did love to push you to your limit. His sweetheart turned into a cock-drunk little thing. Lips glistening, eyes pleading for more. Your spit dripping down your jaw in a pretty little stream, lubing you up so fuckin’ nice and good for his use.

He’d been fucking your mouth—your throat—for so long, that by now, he knew your body felt empty without the weight of his thick length on your tongue.

And who the fuck was he to deny that from you, eh?

“Tongue out, darlin’.”

Not a hint of hesitation flashed in your eyes as you let him see the pretty pink of it. You were so goddamn fuckin’ beautiful like this: the sounds that passed your lips so goddamn pretty as he pushed back in.

“There ya fuckin’ go. Come on, luv, take it all, yeah?”

The thick weight of him in your mouth muffled out most of your gasps and moans, yet never the sound of your gags. So fuckin’ sweet, as he pushed into your throat, his hand on the back of your head helping you to align your throat better. To allow him deeper down.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell, baby, that’s it. Just like that—“

He could feel your throat relaxing around him once more. Your gags easing, your shoulders letting go of their nervous tension: the sudden ease allowing his balls to press against your bottom lip as he bottomed out.

“Fuckin’ right, doll.” He was downright seeing stars by then: your mouth so fuckin’ soft and warm and wet around him that had this been his first time using you like this, he would’ve damn sure passed out from the pure fuckin’ bliss. “My darlin’s takin’ it so fuckin’ good, yeah?”

Ghost’s fingers caressed your cheek, soft and adoring: so at odds with the mess that he was making of you. Sliding out, only to feed every last fuckin’ inch of his cock back down your throat, somehow only deeper than the last time.

“Fuckin’—eyes on me, yeah, luv?”

Your gaze found his in an instant: the beauty of your eyes only highlighted by the glimmer of your tears, accompanied by the softest twinkle of his darlin’ seeking his approval.

Your body was begging for more: only opening up further around the brutal size of his cock, allowing him to pick up his pace.

In and out: your spit running past your lips.

In and fuckin’ out, as you forced your eyes to stay locked with his. How fuckin’ scary he must’ve looked, towering over you with his goddamn mask on. 

Fuck, how he would make you feel so loved and adored after. Work so hard on showin’ you how much you meant to him.

Christ al-fuckin’-mighty.

His eyes blinking shut, Ghost leaned his head back as his fingers around your head tightened their grip. Now chasing after his orgasm, he listened to your gags and whimpers: the desperation of your spit dripping past your lips as he used you for his pleasure.

His sweet little thing.

His perfect fuckin' darlin’.

“So goddamn fuckin’ close, baby—“

Ghost forced his gaze to meet yours, and that—fuckin’ hell, that was all that he needed. Seeing the knit of your brows as your twinkling eyes begged for his cum down your throat, so fuckin’ well trained.

So fuckin’ sweet.

With a deep curse and a rumbling call for your name, his cock pumped thick ropes of his seed down your throat.

Chuckling, as your eyes watered.

Praising you, his voice low yet warm, as he felt you swallowing around him before he pulled out with a soft pop.

Smiling from pure pride, as Ghost crouched by you and drew you into the deepest of kisses, full of adoration for you.

For his sweetheart.

His little fuckin’ champ.

masterlist | requests are open 💌

[yuri-for-businesswomen]

„hormone replacement therapy should be available to any adult who wants it“ okay then lets also make ritalin and antidepressants and antipsychotics and cancer treatments and so on and so on prescription free because people always know whats best for them, lets cut out the doctor completely, everyone just google your symptoms and get what you think you need at the pharmacy! awesome.

[transexualpirate]

hot take but i think that "fictional characters are fictional and liking or disliking them have no real life effect" and "the way you treat certain characters can be an indicative of your character in real life" are statements that can and should coexist

example: character A is violent and makes misogynistic comments. they're still charismatic and their arc is interesting to read/watch. person A acknowledges that the character is bad but they still enjoy consuming content from the character and they do so unapologetically. they're allowed to like the character, especially considering that literally everyone the character has harmed is also fictional. they don't pretend the character isn't violent, or misogynistic, they just like the character despite that. they post about it constantly. this is a neutral action that shows nothing about person A.

character B is a white man that makes racist comments, treats a black person in the show badly and gains money through anti-ethical means. they're still charismatic and their arc is interesting to read/watch. person B claims the character is flawed but overall misunderstood and all their actions are entirely justified. they're allowed to like the character, especially considering that literally everyone the character has harmed is also fictional. person B claims the black character that character B treated badly either had it coming or overreacted. all of person B's favorite characters are white men. person B goes out of their way to justify that all of their favorite characters are actually misunderstood and good people, and more people should like them. this shows that person B likely has some favoritism for white men.

just. you're allowed to like fictional characters even if they're awful fucking people but. and im not sure why this is controversial. the way you interact with media says something about you. this isn't necessarily a bad thing. does this make sense please

[mirrorhouse]

😚

[r0nnn13]

Prayer

[homoqueerjewhobbit]

I'm allowed to make this joke, but I love that Jewish death rituals are like:

"Pfeh, for what should I spend $12,000 on a big fekakte box they see only for five minutes before they cover it with dirt?"

"Don't waste my good suit what might fit my nephew Lev if the bum should ever even try to get a real job!"

"Embalming? Don't mind me, I'll rot in the dark."

[queerautism]

I really think that more cis women should know a lil testosterone could massively help POTS symptoms and they should be able to get it as a treatment if they wanna

[thebibliosphere]

I think the most annoying thing about when my neck injury from the chiropractor flares up, is that it feels like cracking my neck will fix it.

It feels like if I just move right or stretch it far enough the permanent tension at the base of my skull will ease and my head will stop feeling like it’s a half inch too high on one side. (The misalignment is mere millimeters but it feels like a lot more. Feels like someone’s driven a shim between my skull and the atlas at the top of my spine.)

It won’t, of course. Because it’s not a too tight muscle making my head sit wonky. It’s protective scar tissue. Scar tissue that helps splint the area and keeps my skull from cronching my cervical vertebrae like an anvil punching through polystyrene ceiling tiles.

(It’s amazing how heavy your head feels when the muscles in your neck don’t work right.)

And even though I’m aware of this. Even though I’ve worked hard for several years in physical rehab to strengthen the area and relieve what pain I can, it just feels like popping my neck would fix it and it’s taking everything in me not to because that’s the devil talking.

I should probably find my brace, though. Maybe that’ll help.

[lioncircus]

my son he is only 1 day old and his favorite foods are sleeping pills opioids and antidepressants

[katich-pigeon]

[milkweedman]

It is interesting how much math comes into even the most basic of like. Making things. Making almost anything. And often not numbers necessarily but proportions and geometry. I think all the time about how castles were built with geometry at the heart of it. And I use the same kind of proportional math to make socks fit. And none of my pieces are ever knit with a prime number of stitches--because you use factors to make neat colorwork and ribbing and different stitches. Idk ! I remember constantly thinking 'how the hell is THIS gonna come in useful ?' But it always does. Math is at the heart of everything, and knowing how to apply it is a tool of critical importance to Thinking Up A Shape And Making It.