#she likes pain and is hard to kill

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

Everyone is pretty sure that Niffty is a bug. I raise: she's a cockroach. Why?

[grinchwrapsupreme]

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

the fabricator is one of zor's most diligent loyalists. the most dangerous engineer in their current arsenal, and one of the longest-surviving operatives they've had the pleasure of keeping on their team. anything that needs doing- and doing well- the task is delegated to her. zor tells her to jump, she asks how high. she rarely asks questions, and with morals as equally dark as their own, she's a (nearly) indispensable asset.

but hivemind? hivemind is their enforcer. he's fiercely loyal, of course, but zor doesn't care about that as much as they care about his loyalty to loyalty. there's little sounds hivemind enjoys more than an "of course, doctor". than a "yes, sir". the unfaltering, instinctual obedience of insects is what drew him to bees to begin with... and as he moved up the social ladder, lesser zoraxis affiliates became a playground for his... well... hive building.

both of them are rather important assets, working in tandem to power their latest schemes and such... but they both serve two drastically different niches, despite the fact they're working towards the same end goal.

[ley-med]

One thing that's been on my professional bucket list is epidural anesthesia. Since it's a pretty rare occurrence in my hospital, I haven't got to do one yet. So knowing that today is the day, that I will have a case that requires EDA, I've spent yesterday afternoon watching videos and re-reading on the theory.

So naturally, the patient tells me she changed her mind and would rather face the pain of a hemicolectomy than to face her fear of epidural analgesia...

And it hurts because lady! please let me help you! please let me ease your pain! But of course her decision is her decision...

So yeah, it's still on my bucket list.

[themyscirah]

Wait omg..... Jessica Cruz probably did rifle... my specialized sports knowledge coming in CLUTCH

Okay so I barely practiced and made it to regionals like once so im NOT the expert here but uh headcanoning that Jess did air rifle when she was a teen. Like idk if it would be as part of a team like with a high school (what I'm familiar with) vs like an individual thing vs like a travel/competitive team (it depends on the sitch in her area growing up) but she definitely went to some national matches (probably including JOs/JO quals like i think she was GOOD). I think she probably would have quit competitively following a bad shot at nationals (relatable) along with anxiety about competition (ALSO relatable) but still kept up with shooting casually for fun and relaxation and to hang out with friends etc.

She definitely would have shot smallbore competitively too but I never did that bc I was lazy so idk to much abt it competitively

[krikeymate]

I’ve been thinking about Hyde!Wednesday, who has no idea what lurks beneath her skin. Her family has suspicions, they’ve always known there was something special about Wednesday, even for an Addams, but they’ve never thought to investigate too hard. After all, whatever it is will come out eventually, and they will love her just the same when it does. And if Fester recalls a section of a curious little book he read once upon a time, that’s stuck in his mind where all else has been forgotten, who can say why.

In the aftermath of Crackstone, Wednesday finds herself unsettled. There is a sense of wrongness, like a word on the tip of her tongue that never reveals itself, everything appears to have shifted slightly to the left, and nobody but her can tell. Wednesday hasn’t felt like herself since she stumbled from the school gates and was bowled over by a pink blur. Somehow, having Enid in her arms had felt right, and leaving them wrong.

Her world has turned upside down.

Wednesday has always been quiet, she thrives in the silence, but since she’s been home it remains just a little too quiet. It’s too easy to forget she’s home at all, her family finds. She no longer shies away from their contact, not from acceptance, oh no, she doesn’t even acknowledge it at all. Sometimes they will speak to her and it’s like she is a thousand miles away, unseeing, unhearing.

A rare moment of presentness has Morticia teasing her, perhaps her mind is with someone else, perhaps emotions are involved. No. Emotions are not the cause of this haunting in her mind, Wednesday knows. She had already come to terms with having developed feelings: chastisement for Xavier, protection for Eugene, respect for Bianca, and don’t even get her started on the affection for her roommate. No, Wednesday can recognise those, and has them locked away, so what is this consuming her?

[sysig]

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[swordmaid]

most beautiful woman in the world BTW…

[imperiuswrecked]

My trainer: you got up to three workouts today! That's one more than last week. That's great!

Me, dying, *thumbs up, smiling through the pain, trying not to throw up my lungs*: thanks

[slverblood]

It also drives me insane that we see all of these hints that Selûne is watching over her daughter, that she loves her, that she wants to protect her, yet . . . we see no evidence of her reaching out to Aylin directly. We see nothing to indicate she's spoken to her or let her feel her presence. That doesn't mean it didn't happen, but I'm of the mind that it didn't. Thinking about how that makes Aylin feel . . . I am normal about this, too.

[spacedoutwitch]

Tribble Month 2023 Day 13: Winter or Summer

His friend Hellebore loved to toy with humans almost more than anything else.  Xe donned xyr brightest petals and posed as a Summer in the stark, dead woods, dancing through snow drifts in search of the lost or the brash or the stupid.  When xe found them, xe tittered, beamed, and offered xyr hand, telling most of the truth through teeth hiding their sharpness.  And no matter how many stories whispered their way through the towns, some fool mortal or other thought they knew better, and stepped into the trap.  He could appreciate the artistry, but whenever xe offered to hunt as a pair, he refused.

Pine preferred… a simpler approach.

He stalked his way through the blizzard, needles rattling in the wind, until a form poked out of the snow.  A head, and some shoulders, struggling to get upright, each breath bitten with frost.  The human had been yelling for a good while, begging into the storm, and now they looked up at his tall figure, eyes wide and desperate and just daring to hope.

And so, he dug his claws clean through their skull.

Such a satisfying sound.

(Word Count: 190.)

[n--n]

I had a really great time going out to dinner with my mom and nana tonight at a nice restaurant but nana believes in conspiracy theories and my mom and I have to keep debunking the bs sources she pulls out in a joking way to keep her from getting too defensive about how we don’t agree and I’m so tired. God fucking help me.

And then they’re like. Both loudly and condescendingly agreed about the whole “men and women can’t be friends” thing and that men and women have completely different brains/ in general most men are waiting to fuck you instead of genuinely caring about you as a person (and they did that FUCKING CONDESCENDING exaggerated laugh w/ eachother over it. I know most men have misogyny and treat women badly. And that they talk about us differently behind our backs. No fucking shit. But it’s not everyone, and believing so stringently that it’s impossible to have a true genuine friendship without either wanting to fuck eachother annoys and hurts me. How can we ever move forward to a less misogynistic world if we ourselves refuse to build real friendships with the opposite sex regardless of gender.) and frankly that kicked the Gender Issues bruise in my heart and I just Was Not Having It at the end of the night

[bnuyy]

🪼. .

[real-life-cloud]

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