#the toilet needs about 3 cycles to flush

[kimjunnoodle]

i was trying to take a nap earlier bc i stayed up through the night and durin said nap 1 (one) cockroach walked across my hand. anyway i’ve spent the last 3 hours deep cleaning everything and i’ve ordered some traps but my true wish is to burn this building down

[attic-club-sandwich]

Summary: MC wakes one night to a familiar problem. Someone else is also awake at that hour and he comes to comfort them. A short drabble about MC getting their period for the first time since regaining their human form in the Devildom.

Lucifer x Afab! MC

Check out Part 1 with Mammon!

Feel free to send requests for who you want written next!

CW: MC has a vagina and menstruates. Period content and blood mentions.

Being stuck as a sheep in the Devildom was hard, but you were beginning to think that being a human in the Devildom was even harder. Since you regained your human form, your body had started to go back to its normal functions, which included your first monthly cycle since being human in the Devildom.  

Your sleep was interrupted all night long due to the dull ache of cramps in your lower abdomen…unfortunately you knew that ache well. Your period had started in the middle of the night, and you had completely forgotten to get any sort of products for it. Not that you even knew how to go about asking any of the demon brothers. You reach over to your bedside table to check your phone. Squinting, you could make out that it read 3 a.m. Of course. You sigh, kicking the covers off of yourself and head to the bathroom.  As you sit on the toilet contemplating your next move, your phone buzzes. Who would be up at this hour? You thought as you reached for your phone once again. You had a text message from him.

“MC. Are you awake? I finally finished some paperwork.”

You let out a small sigh. Of course he would be up doing paperwork at this hour. The eldest brother doesn’t seem to know how to relax and get a proper good night’s sleep. However, you found yourself replying to his message anyways. 

“Yeah I’m awake, not feeling too good though.”

“What’s the matter? I’m coming to your room right now.”

As you sat and stared at the message on your phone, Your stomach immediately began doing flip flops. How are you going to explain this situation to LUCIFER? There’s no way you can ask the Avatar of Pride to go out and buy you feminine products! As you were lost in your thoughts, you heard a light knock on your bedroom door. 

“MC, are you okay? It’s Lucifer.”  “Y-Yeah, hang on Luci. I’m in the bathroom!” You attempted to yell but kept your voice low at the same time. You really don’t want any of the others waking up and overhearing your situation since it would more than likely cause a scene. You stumble out of the bathroom and nervously place your hand on the doorknob to your bedroom. Opening the door just a crack, you peek your head through.“Really, Lucifer, I’m okay! T-There’s nothing to worry about.” You cursed yourself as your voice shook. Lucifer raised an eyebrow. “You reek of blood. What’s going on?” You can feel your face heating up as you glance down at your feet. He could smell it? Lucifer uses your distraction as an opportunity to let himself fully into your bedroom. “You look pale, are you hurt?” You shake your head as you sit back down onto your bed. “No, I’m okay. I’m just feeling a little sick. I um…” You can feel your cheeks getting warmer as you kept your gaze on the floor. Just say it, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. “I started my period, okay? That’s all.” The eldest brother’s cheeks flushed pink as he cleared his throat. “Oh, I see…um, is there anything I can do for you? Unfortunately I'm not too knowledgeable when it comes to this situation…” You wrap your arms around yourself and nod. “Yeah. I um, haven’t gotten the supplies I need yet…since I was, you know, a sheep for the first half of my stay here.” To your surprise, Lucifer chuckled and wrapped his jacket around you. You finally lift your gaze to his. He's smiling one of his rare smiles that he gets specifically around you, his cheeks still tinged with pink. “That makes sense. Of course, I’ll have some things delivered right away. In the meantime, I’ll make you some tea.” You wrapped his jacket around yourself a little tighter. “T-Thank you. Some painkillers and a bath would be nice too.” Lucifer smiled and tucked a stray hair behind your ear. “Of course, I’m here to take care of you after all.”

[shadowisles-writes]

Nezriel brotp. Cassian's away for an extended period and she's sick/on her cycle and he takes care of her.

Ooh this one was fun! Thanks for the ask <3

Word count: 621

For the third time that morning, Nesta’s head was hovering above the toilet as she emptied her guts and grunted from the harsh spasms of her stomach. There was nothing left to get out, and yet she remained queasy and feverish sitting on the cold bathroom floor. She vaguely registered the knock on her bedroom’s door, but if Azriel thought she was coming to training this morning he could get fucked.

Where was Cassian when she needed him? Nesta knew it wasn’t fair to be mad she was alone through a sick day when he was deep in the Illyrian mountains dealing with lords he couldn’t stand. It wasn’t like he left her to go on a holiday.

Finally, Azriel entered the bedroom and pushed the door to the bathroom open to find Nesta’s face was nearly green.

“Shit,” he reacted quickly, flushing the toilet and running a cloth through cold water for her to wipe her face. “How long have you been like this?”

“Couple hours,” Nesta groaned, the damp fabric draped over her eyes in an effort to relieve her headache.

“Are you going to throw up again?”

“Don’t think so.”

“Alright, here,” he handed her a toothbrush and then darted out of the room.

Nesta wasn’t surprised, Azriel wasn’t particularly affectionate and dealing with her when she was sick was no fun. She was so convinced he had left her alone to suffer that shock was written all over her face when he came back to help her into her bed.

“Thought I’d leave you on the bathroom floor?” He teased gently, adjusting the covers over her shivering body.

Nesta could smell they were clean sheets and realized he had changed them for her. An empty bowl was placed beside the bed with a glass of water.

“I must have eaten something bad,” she rubbed at her temple slowly. “I thought High Fae didn’t get sick,”

“It’s very rare…” Azriel frowned, probably going through all the potential illnesses that he knew might ail her. “I should probably get a healer,”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Nesta snapped, as authoritative as she knew how to be. “Don’t bother a healer for something this stupid,”

“Cassian will kill me if something happens to you,” he argued.

Nesta scoffed and pulled the covers tighter around her. She wished she could have her big stupid mate’s warmth right now. “Fuck Cassian, he’s not here.”

“Do you want a book or something?” Azriel asked uselessly, eyeing the half finished book that was already on her nightstand.

“I can’t read when my head hurts,”

“I’ll read it to you,” he decided, grabbing the book and sitting on Cassian’s side of the bed.

His wings twitched as he got comfortable, his shadows resting on the covers close to Nesta like they were cats watching over her. Nesta didn’t even remember where she had stopped reading the previous night, but she did remember that her book was a romance. The way he cleared his throat awkwardly reminded her exactly what was about to happen in the scene she had stopped at. Nesta had been too tired to enjoy it before bed and decided to keep it for another night, and now poor Azriel had to read it to her out loud.

“Should I skip the scene?” He wondered, turning a couple of pages to see where it would end.

“What if something important happens?”

Azriel wondered what big event could possibly happen in smut that would later be relevant to the plot, but he didn’t dare argue with a sick and miserable Nesta.

“Don’t tell anyone about this,” he sighed as he gave in and narrated scenes that were far too explicit for the rest of the morning.

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

PAINKILLER

It's a great series about the "prescription" drugs called OxyCodin, or more likely Heroin disguised as a pill.

The actors are really convincing in their respective roles.

I have a really pity for Glen character knowing that his step son is responsable for his tragic faith as well as his wife when she closed their house's door to him that night.

I'm not even chocked by the end, meaning that the bad guys hasn't been sanctioned or put in jail and became even richer.

That's why I will never have sympathy for the US.

Nothing like this can happen in Europe.

Some quotes:

"- The drug you never knew you needed." (Richard Sackler)

"- All of human behavior is essentially comprised of two things: running away from pain and toward pleasure. It's a cycle." (Richard Sackler)

"- Arthur made it clear it didn't matter whether something was true. What mattered was whether other people thought it was." (Edie Flowers)

"- I didn't know how dangerous this little pill was becoming. It was a supply that created its own demand." (Edie Flowers)

"- Oxycodone, that's what's in OxyContin. Morphine, codeine, hydrocodone, hydromorphone, diacetylmorphine, that is heroin, all come from the opium poppy. Different names, same shit." (Dr. Gregory Fittzgibbons)

"- You don't know anything. You're a teenager trying to sell me a Schedule 2 narcotic. You are dangerous. And you're dumb. That makes you even more dangerous. You're a drug dealer with a ponytail." (Dr. Gregory Fittzgibbons)

"- The genius of "is believed" is that you don't have to prove anything. The fact was most people don't kick an Oxy habit by flushing it down the toilet." (Edie Flowers - Episode 3)

"- This problem is real. "OxyContin mule" is not an endearing phrase you want to attached to our product." (Mortimer Sackler - Episode 4)

"- That's because he's confused. He's confused things with wealth. Things you buy. Wealth is something you build, and you don't do it for yourself. You build wealth for your family. (Arthur Sackler) - You spend all your money on art. (Raymond Sackler - episode 5)

"- A blister becomes an abscess, which then becomes staph. And that kills you. You don't take a victory lap when you're winning, you take it when you're won." (Arthur Sackler - episode 5)

"- You will be permanently covered in a very specific flavor of shit that will never wash off. Settling is a huge mistake. You'll be kicked out of the tribe. (Arthur Sackler) - What tribe? (Richard Sackler) - The only tribe that matters. New York, London, Paris. The tribe. (Arthur Sackler) - Fuck your tribe. I don't care about museums or King Tut's coffin or Fabergé eggs. I care about making money and winning. That's it. I win, period. By any means necessary. Fuck your tribe." (Richard Sackler)

[nightlifeseries]

Melissa reveals 1st pregnancy to Aiden - Pt 2

Melissa texts Aiden: Babe I can’t stop vomiting.

Aiden calls Melissa.

Aiden: What happened?

Melissa: I have been nauseated for the last 2 weeks and I threw up 3 times today. I was tested for the flu and the test was negative.

Aiden: What do you think it is? Have you had your cycle recently?

Melissa stops and thinks. She can’t remember when she last had it. She starts to freak out.

AIden: Babe are you there?

Melissa: Babe let me call you back. Love you.

Melissa hangs up and rushes out of her dorm. She runs to the kiosk in the bathroom and pays for a pregnancy test. She is panicking internally but trying to keep her composure. There is a lot on the line and the last thing she needs is a baby. Melissa is on the pill and Aiden hasn’t been using protection. They have been having a lot of passionate nights these last few months.

Melissa goes over everything in her head and is convinced the test is going to come out negative as well. Sitting on the toilet and waiting for the results feels like a lifetime.

Aiden attempts to call her, she doesn’t answer.  

OMG

There is a faint line on the test. Melissa jumps off the toilet and almost breaks her neck on the way to the kiosk. She wanted to test again to be sure. She ends up taking 5 more tests.

Melissa: Omg! 

Melissa starts crying in the bathroom stall. One of the girls comes in and asks if she is ok. 

Melissa stops sobbing and flushes the toilet. She stands there thinking about the results and waits for the girl to leave before she exits the stall. 

Melissa: I gotta see Aiden. Omg.. 

Melissa rushes to Aiden’s dormitory to tell him the news....

Youtube

[chargetheintruder]

I'm Back.

Let's see . . . nope, I didn't die, my laptop did though, and I nearly did, and had to do some surgery? And then therapy to get my head on a little bit straighter? That's it, the shortest version.

Oh, so you want details? More of those below the break.

It started the week of January 10th, into the 11th. Comcast was having a data breach. And somehow, between them and Google? You know, the company openly PROMISING to update and protect Chromebooks through 2026, and Samsung devices in particular, through 2028? Those guys?

Somehow, a virus got through and knocked out the Wi-Fi. At first I thought it was the cable room's problem, that's how bad it was. Nope, it wasn't that and Comcast swore up, down and sideways that it wasn't their router at all (*eyerolls*). So I did what any Chrome person does and did a Powerwash, and . . .

Somehow, restoring everything to FACTORY DEFAULT didn't restore the ability of my device to find or use Wi-Fi. Yeah.

Then from mid-January to mid-February, my life wasted away as I tried three times, over three weeks (so no, not stalking) to contact my out-of-state best friends in hand-written snail mail through the Postal Service. I was living off of stuff from the vending machines and shredding old pants I didn't wear any more to use as backup-backup-BACKUP toilet paper of LAST resort. (not flushing it but otherwise, you know).

Either NONE of the three letters went through at all (which means the USPS wasn't doing its job) or my friends gave up on me.

THEN, on the 18th of February, late night, into the morning of the 19th, the bane of my existence, my bladder/prostate issues, got too severe. I was down to the last 2 to 3 percent of my urinary function again, couldn't pee or poo to save my life, and was in blinding pain. I had to decided: die in my apartment, surrounded by enemies or die in the hospital surrounded by "professionals."

I chose the latter, nearly died in blinding, howling agony anyway, then had people torture me for an hour-plus trying to put a catheter in me (the first 3 times without ANY anesthetic, mind you, and the 4th with only a numbing gel) before finally deciding I needed it done surgically. One surgery (WITH anesthetic, thank goodness), a cystoscopy, a urethral stent and a Foley implant later, and well, yes, I still had to fight DAILY to have any time to recovery from SURGERY in this hospital, and still had to fight for a pen and paper to write things down with so I could try to arrange for a safer place for me to recover than the public housing mess I'm stuck with now.

So you know, I did what I had to do: get released after the 6th day in the hospital to the local Respite Center to also get titrated on something for the depression while my body tried to heal up (or kill me four more times with pain issues in multiple places). Good times, (sarcasm), and I had to ask for a third week in a two week program to get anything done. Like a new State ID and/or a free "government phone to get back on the internet with. And well . . .

I have the temporary ID, will get a real one sent to me in about a week, and the phone? It came with a bad SIM card and is useless, so far, as a phone. But with a LOT of struggle (tiny screen, bad eyes and big fingertips) I was able to get online and pay some bills, and thanks to the money I had "saved" from not being online at all for 2 months, I was able to start the "pay bills, hurt, then die" cycle over again with a newish Samsung Chromebook. Because the smartphone sucks? Yeah. :-p

And yeah, this includes a bladder infection (taking care of that) and having the Foley implant swapped out manually for a new one (the nurse I saw at the Urology department Wednesday was good, and so was the stent at keeping me from feeling much). Things are weird right now, my body's still in more than occasional pain, and It's bad that I've lost my besties of more than 15 years . . .

But I'm still around for people to pick on, I guess. (*shrugs*)

[vonschoettlerjurgen]

Post 3: "The Water Cycle" by Emily Dickinson

Introduction

A poem about the water cycle, this work describes the journey of a water droplet as it evaporates from the ocean, condenses into clouds, falls as rain or snow, and eventually returns to the ocean. Dickinson uses vivid imagery and personification to bring the water cycle to life.

Literary Analysis

"The Water Cycle" can be interpreted as a meditation on the importance of water and the need to conserve it. The poem highlights the interconnectedness of all living things and our reliance on water for survival.

Dickinson's use of personification is particularly noteworthy in this poem. She gives the water droplet a voice and allows it to share its own perspective on its journey. This helps the reader to connect with the water cycle on a more personal level.

Author's Message

Dickinson's message in "The Water Cycle" is clear: water is precious and we must all do our part to conserve it. The poem is a reminder of the interconnectedness of all living things and our reliance on water for survival.

Practical Advice

Here are some practical tips for water conservation based on the themes and lessons of "The Water Cycle":

1. Collect Rainwater: The poem highlights the transformative power of rain. One practical way to conserve water is by collecting rainwater. Install rain barrels or storage tanks to collect rainwater from your roof, which can then be used for gardening, washing vehicles, or other non-potable purposes.

2. Be Mindful of Water Usage: The poem emphasizes the importance of balance and flow. To conserve water, be mindful of your water usage. Turn off the tap while brushing your teeth or shaving, and take shorter showers. Fix any leaks in faucets or toilets promptly to avoid unnecessary water waste.

3. Opt for Water-Efficient Appliances and Fixtures: Just as water finds balance, we can strive to find balance by using water-efficient appliances and fixtures. Install low-flow showerheads and faucets, as well as dual-flush toilets. These measures can significantly reduce water consumption without compromising functionality.

4. Practice Water-Wise Landscaping: The poem suggests that water shapes the land. Implement water-wise landscaping techniques by choosing native plants that are adapted to your local climate and require less water. Use mulch to retain moisture in the soil, and water your plants during cooler times of the day to minimize evaporation.

5. Reuse and Recycle Water: The poem highlights the interconnectedness of water in the cycle of life. Consider reusing and recycling water whenever possible. For example, collect water used for rinsing fruits and vegetables and use it to water plants. Use greywater systems to recycle water from showers, sinks, and washing machines for irrigation purposes.

6. Educate and Advocate: The poem underscores the importance of recognizing interconnectedness. Spread awareness about the significance of water conservation among family, friends, and your community. Support local initiatives and organizations that promote water conservation. Advocate for responsible water management practices in your area.

Conclusion

"The Water Cycle" is a beautiful and thought-provoking poem that reminds us of the importance of water and the need to conserve it. Dickinson's vivid imagery and personification help the reader to connect with the water cycle on a more personal level.

[the-firebird69]

All the sudden we're angry with you again you're running around with our son bothering him he decided to bother more and more and you have no idea what you're doing to you people none you're running what I'm saying make this happen or else and it doesn't work that way it hasn't ever so wondering why you're doing it and we look at you and said do you know what's down there or you just guessing and we'll see you don't know what's down there not even Tommy favino he's not sure how to do any work on thorium and more. I'm tired of hearing from you all night long I didn't come in there and get rid of you and he doesn't really mind since you're the one bothering him.

I'm going to go ahead and slap you with a fine what you doing right now you flush the toilet it's fine now you people be quiet

I'm going to go ahead and start hitting you people here we need him to be in a better place and to have money this is ridiculous you've held him as a hostage for six to seven years haven't gotten anything but misery and pain for yourself and you're never going to learn it there's no cycle here at all just cycling down were getting ready for it.

I'm sending troops in tons of them

That was a lot of you go yesterday last night too and into this morning it's continuing that huge base in the Midwest that were to have you in the Midwest and it's continuing to my morning you'll be completely cleared out of the Midwest that's right the occupying the areas that emptied basically their areas that are closer to it and there are assault vehicles that go right by towns that are occupied could easily turn in fire on the smaller tanks but won't you go right after the big thing like John remillard would. Straightfor it. They're sending people in after John remillard get him into prison he belongs to her he's got two years to serve these people are weird you don't do a damn thing sitting around going into your houses at night start pressing charges no but the state will especially when de Santis sees what he's doing to him. Jason gets it as far as Mac doesn't PGA will back him up it's about time guys probably almost gone but comparison.

Huge huge numbers we're at the base last night and early this morning and continue to they're pretty big now getting a little larger back up to 300,000 septillion an hour and it was about a million septillion an hour for 4 hours no it was 100 million septillion at 9:00 p.m. and then 200 at 10:00 $311 and a billion for about 3 hours and right now it's about 500 million septillion and it has been for 2 hours this hour included is increasing because of our comment about them driving by I'm going for the main base which they can't seem to dig at all

Hera

Zues

[ask-a-vetblr]

Could you do a cat version of that “What are some things you as vets wish people would do or know when they first get a puppy?” post please?

vet-and-wild here.

Absolutely. Kitties need love too!

1. Cats are not low maintenance pets. They require time and attention, just like any other animal. You cannot just dump them in a room and expect them to take care of themselves.

2. You cannot expect your cat to not scratch your furniture and then not provide them with any alternatives. Scratching is a normal behavior. If you don’t want them to scratch your stuff, get them their own. The more cat trees you have, the less likely they’ll be to scratch your stuff. Also get different textures, surfaces, etc. Some flat on the ground, others at an angle, others straight up.

3. On that note, DO NOT DECLAW YOUR CATS. Declawing is a major medical procedure that involves amputating the end of each toe, basically the equivalent of your finger tips. It can lead to increased pain, biting, litter box issues, and arthritis. Don’t do it. Cats scratch. Don’t get a cat if you don’t want an animal that scratches.

4. Stop roughhousing with your kittens and then getting mad when they ambush you to bite. If you want play biting to stop, you cannot encourage it sometimes and then get mad at them other times. That is very confusing for them.

5. Two kittens are better than one! Unlike dogs, there doesn’t seem to be a risk of littermate syndrome with cats. Two kittens will keep each other company and play with each other, providing a great energy outlet.

6. Keep your cats indoors. Outdoor time should be supervised (i.e. leash walks, catios, fenced in yards). Outdoor cats live shorter lives and are more likely to die from trauma or infectious diseases. They also have a huge negative impact on native wildlife populations.

7. Take time to learn about feline behavior. Listen to your cat when they tell you that they’re uncomfortable. If you choose to ignore their body language and get scratched, that makes YOU the asshole, not them.

8. Spay your kitties! Not only is the unwanted cat population out of control, female cats that go through heat cycles are at a much higher risk of mammary cancer. Mammary cancer is almost always malignant in cats.

9. You have to scoop the litter box EVERY DAY. If that grosses you out, don’t get a cat. Do you want to use a toilet that is only flushed once per week? Neither does your cat.

10. Cats are social animals. Their body language and behavior is different from a dog’s, but that doesn’t mean they don’t want to be around you. Accept cats for what they are, stop trying to compare them to dogs. If you want a dog, get a dog.

11. Train your cat! They are very smart and can be trained just like a dog. Teach them to come when called, to willingly enter their carrier, and to accept nail trims. It will make your life (and your vet’s life) so much easier. It’s also fun!

[witchesbe-like]

Fall has always been my favorite season, especially after a long summer. The way the leaves change and everything just has this spooky ambiance to it. I like to think of fall as very introspective. Whereas summer and spring are more about growth and moving forward with something new, Fall for me is about celebrating death and the cycle of turning inward. 

Salt your doors and windows - I like to add an extra ‘layer’ of protection in the fall with all the extra spirit activity. I have overdone the salt on occasion so a small sprinkle will do. You don’t need a 3 inch thick line of salt that messes with the way your windows close. 

Tie up your herbs to dry through the winter - If I’m at a fresh market I like to pick up some herbs and dry them out for use in the season. You can even bundle them up with sage or add them to bathwater. 

DIY Candles - I have made SOME candles before but sometimes I just melt the tops of candles from the dollar store and toss in herbs and oils in the wax. You can even add crystal shards or charms that go with your intentions.

Make an apple pie (or pumpkin!) - I always try to make one good fall pie from scratch, pie crust and all. When I knead the crust I think about health and prosperity for my family.

Sweep your porch for prosperity - I do this in the summer too but keeping your porch clean of debris helps the funds flow in. 

Dry orange slices - This makes your place smell amazing. Dry some orange slices and keep them on hand for citrus cleansing baths throughout the fall. Citrus baths are especially good when you’re feeling that seasonal depression. 

Read tarot on Halloween - I always do a full reading for myself on Halloween to see what the new year brings in for me. 

Thoroughly cleanse your space - You don’t have to do this with incense. Especially if it’s cold. Just leave out bowls of water with a few Tablespoons of salt. Flush it down the toilet the next day with all the bad vibes.

Leave out offerings for ancestors - If you do ancestral offerings leave them out some apples, Whiskey, or anything they would have liked in their life.

Tidy up your spells - I try to do this a few times a year when I feel like I have too much going on. It helps me cleanse my mind and rethink all my priorities. 

Collect fall findings outside - Acorns, feathers, seeds, there are a lot of things you can find just by stepping outside that will help you along in your practice. 

Nature walks - Nature walks are also great for this. I once found a dead squirrel at a park and took it home to collect the skull. 

Make moon cookies - I love sugar cookies so sometimes I just use a glass and cut out moon phases with the dough and bake. 

Write or journal - Fall is a great time to sit by the fire or a cozy space in your house and dig into your own thoughts and just write out what you feel. 

Pick up a new witch book - My reading always gets more intense in the colder months. I think there's just less to do and I always pick up the latest witch book to stay in the loop with what’s going on in the magical community. 

Brush up on meditation - Meditate when it’s freezing outside and warm up your inner core. Try having some relaxing hot tea beforehand. 

Record your dreams - We tend to sleep more in the fall/winter months so it’s a great time to start a dream journal. To help with remembering your dreams, sleep with your journal on your nightstand and write down anything you remember as soon as you wake up.

Thrift for witchy finds - Thrift stores are great in the fall. So much fun stuff can be found snooping around old thrift shops or even Goodwill. I’ve picked up the majority of my witch things second hand. 

Cast a fire spell in a bonfire - If you’re at a bonfire write a wish on a piece of paper and toss it in for a fun spell. 

Visit a cemetery - Nothing is better than a cemetery on a crisp Fall day. Just don’t forget to leave your pennies for the gatekeepers. 

[cassiebones]

my takeaways from 2x05

1. Rue's mom is right. Rue is a pretty terrible person. You can see sometimes that she wants to be better and that she's fucked up from trauma and the mental illnesses she's suffered since she was a little kid, but she actively plans out how she's going to lie to the people she claims to love. She has this cycle that she tends to go through: lie, ridicule, abuse, apologize, repeat.

She lies to everybody about everything she does, pretty much. She lies to her mom, her sister, her friends, you name it. She rarely shows that she feels guilt until her lies are caught. When she's caught, she lies more, then attacks and ridicules the people who are calling her out on her bullshit. She says horrible things to her sister, who just loves her unconditionally, the way a sister typically loves another sibling. She calls her mom a bad mom, which is...somewhat true? Like, somebody brought up a great point about why the hell she didn't confront Rue about the SUITCASE FULL OF DRUGS SHE FOUND IN HER TEEN DAUGHTER'S ROOM before FLUSHING THEM DOWN THE TOILET (it was Sarah Schauer, I just remembered). Like??? If she had kept the drugs, she could have brought them back to Laurie and paid off the balance that Rue had already ingested. But she royally fucked Rue over there instead of using common sense and calling the cops or something. idk. I know her mom loves her, but I agree with Sarah on this.

Point is, Rue is pretty damn toxic to the people around her. She fucks everybody over and hurls abuse at them when she doesn't get her way. As somebody with two addicted older siblings, I sympathize heavily with Gia, who just loves Rue and wants her to get better.

2. Maddy needs to get over Nate. Cassie is right; they are toxic. That doesn't excuse what Cassie did, because it is super fucked up that she slept with her best friend's ex, no matter how bad they are for each other. But Maddy and Nate are constantly saying they're broken up and then they somehow end up back together. Nate is a piece of absolute shit. He manipulates people and ruins lives. So does Maddy. Maddy, who yelled R*pe and then refused to tell the truth when Nate literally choked her and even blamed the boy Nate beat the crap out of based on her fake allegation. I understand that Cal fucked Nate up, but that doesn't give Nate a single fucking right to do what he did. And that doesn't give Maddy the right to do the shit that she does. She deserves better than Nate, but also she can fuck herself a little bit, too.

3. Cassie needs to get over Nate and stop treating her younger sister like shit. All Lexi does is care about other people on this goddamn show. She especially cares about her sister and Cassie treats her like garbage for asking simple, reasonable questions. Nate is never going to love her the way that he loves/obsesses over Maddy. I honestly don't think he's capable of love. It's more like he possesses Maddy and Cassie. He obsesses over them to a terrifying degree. You would think a girl would avoid the boy who choked out her best friend (and they all know it was Nate who did it) but I understand that her daddy issues and the need to be loved by somebody makes it difficult for her. Still, she definitely deserves better.

4. Laurie is fucking scary. I am genuinely terrified of Laurie and terrified FOR Rue. Her monotonous voice and sleepy way of speaking gives me the heebie jeebies for real. She is definitely planning some awful shit for Rue and I just pray poor Rue can get away from her or find some way to pay her back for the drugs in a way that doesn't involve her being trafficked. Either way, I just know we're going to see more of her.

5. Fezco has a limit and we saw it reached. He has put up with so much shit from Rue. He understands how addicts behave. He knows their desperation and that he can't take anything they say seriously. He knows because he's grown up with them because of who his grandmother is. But when you fuck with his grandma...all bets are off. Rue just learned this and I doubt she'll be able to make her way back into Fez's good graces after that.

6. Jules did the right thing. Let me tell you as the person who has had to make the decision to tell her parents about what her brothers were doing in the basement. As the person who has found unused needles in the laundry room because they fell out of pockets. The person who has found vials of white rocks behind the toilet...it's fucking hard to come forward. It's hard to be the snitch. It's hard to face your addicted love ones after you rat them out. It's hard to face their ire and their ridicule and their screaming after you "betray" them.

Jules was right to go to an adult about Rue's drug use. Because Rue was about to kill herself. Her mom or her sister or Jules would have been the one to find her and feel absolutely horrible about themselves if Jules didn't say anything, because all three of them would have dwelled on the fact that they could have done something to save them.

Because of who my brothers are, I know too many who have died of overdoses in my life. I know how that can fuck somebody up, especially somebody who KNEW what they were doing and could have done something to stop what they were doing but didn't.

People coming at Jules and calling her a snitch can fuck right off because, yeah, she's a snitch, but she's trying desperately to save the life of somebody she loves. Flushing the drugs was a bad way of doing it, for sure, but her intentions are good. I wish I had been as brave as Jules when I was 17.

[eternalsimp]

Cursed Fears (pt 2)

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Smut

Word Count: 3703

Warnings: NSFW 18+, Aged up Megumi, mentions of violence, character death, swearing, use of female pronouns and anatomy, angst, slight praise kink, oral sex (f. receiving) Minors DNI.

Author Note: This is a sequel but it can be read as a stand-alone. pt 1 is up on my blog and pt 3 will be posted soon.

Megumi’s POV

Everything was dark and the smell of blood was overwhelming. I couldn’t tell where I was exactly, I knew I was in the domain of a special grade but I was sure I had gone home to y/n. Nobara, Yuji, and I had exorcised a second-grade curse and had called it a night. So where did this domain come from? How did I get here? I could swear I could hear thunder crack every now and then, but I can’t even remember if there was a storm when I was here with Yuji and Nobara. Where was Gojo when I needed him? I stumbled through the darkness blindly before I was met with a sight that made my heart drop.

Sukuna sat lazily on his throne, his red eyes trained on me in a predatory glare, sharp nails tapping impatiently on his temple. “It's about time you showed up, I thought I was going to have my fun without you. Now that you’re here, we can continue.” Sukuna’s mouth pulled into a sinister grin as I stared at the limp figure at the foot of his throne.

“Y/n…” her name came out as barely a whisper, my throat felt like it was closing up. She was at home studying for her statistics class, I know she was. I shook my head violently before pressing the heels of my hands to my eyes. This isn’t real.

“What’s wrong little sorcerer? Not feeling so tough anymore are you? You were so confident you could take me on earlier, so come on, take her back. Until you do I may have to play with her a little bit more, show her that she was never safe from me.” Sukuna reached down and pulled her unconscious body up into his lap. He held her jaw with one hand and turned her face so I could see. I wanted to scream at him not to touch her, or to hurt me instead, but nothing came out. Every part of my body was frozen in place at the sight of her tortured body. Sukuna could see me struggling in his domain and smirked down at me. He slowly dragged his mouth up her throat and to the shell of her ear. “Time to wake up princess, our guest is here.” Sukuna squeezed her throat at the same time he nipped her ear and her eyes flew open to immediately fall on me.

“No, please let her go.” The words finally came but I still couldn’t move. She looked so scared, the person I love most is in danger and I couldn’t do anything about it. I forced myself forward a single step but it felt like I was sinking into the ground. Why can’t I move? “I’ll do anything you want, but please don’t hurt her.”

“I told you what I wanted, I told you to come and get her. Show me just how strong you are.” Sukuna taunted. With a firm grip on my girlfriend's jaw and his other hand traveling down her body, Sukuna was in complete control. I know I can’t use cursed energy or shikigami here or I would risk her becoming collateral damage, but I couldn’t stand still and do nothing.

“‘Gumi, help me.” Her voice was shaking, her entire body trembling. I wanted nothing more than to whisk her away to safety. Her eyes squeezed shut as Sukunas mouth attacked her neck and left dark bruises in its wake.

“Time’s running out kid, I’m starting to get bored.” Sukuna’s free hand began to snake over her legs, dragging his razor-sharp nails over the soft skin there, leaving angry red scratches behind. Tears began to fall freely from her eyes and I tried to force myself forward again to no avail. Whimpers and cries for help begin to fall from her lips faster, and god I feel like I’m in hell. All I can do is watch as she cries out in fear, heart cracking at every sound she makes. Finally, she says something that makes me feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest

“You did this to me, this is your fault.” My body felt numb at the sound of her broken words. All I can do is shake my head and beg, beg Sukuna for mercy, and beg her for forgiveness.

“Baby it’ll be okay, you’ll be okay. I’m so sorry.”

“You said you would protect me, why did you do this to me?”

“I’m sorry, I’m gonna get you out of here. Please believe me, my love.” I was on my knees before the king of curses now. So close I could pick up on her perfume that smells sickly sweet of roses, but the smell I adore so much was tainted with something else now.

Sukuna clicked his tongue and shook his head. “You know better than to make promises you can’t keep, right?” My whole body was shaking with fear and rage at the curse, but all I could do was bargain.

“Please, I swear I will do anything, just let her go.” I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her, pleading to just see her leave here alive. Sukuna’s nails dug deeper into her throat, drawing blood as it trickled down her neck and chest in small streams.

“I think I’d rather punish you and the brat for trapping me in this vessel. You get to watch as I kill her, and then I’ll switch out with him so he can see what he’s done.” Sukuna leaned down to face me. “This is what happens when self-righteous sorcerers need to learn their place, so don’t blame me for what happens next.”

Fear shot through my entire body at those words. I couldn’t help but scream loudly as Sukuna jerked her head and a loud, sickening crack filled my ears.

I shot straight up in bed as a crack of thunder rumbled through the apartment. My eyes were unfocused as I dragged myself towards the bathroom and a wave of nausea washed over me. I barely made it to the toilet before I was vomiting into it. My knees burned from where they hit the tile but all I can think about was the sound of her whimpers and begs for help ringing in my ears. I was vaguely aware of the shirt sticking to me with sweat as I tried to control my erratic breathing. Thunder cracked again, sounding eerily like the way her neck snapped in my nightmare and I was retching again.

The cycle continued for what felt like hours until I was left coughing and dry heaving. As the panic started to ebb away I noticed the presence of my girlfriend on the floor behind me, running her hands soothingly over my back, and lightly pressing her thumbs into my spine. She had her knees on either side of my waist and was resting her head between my shoulder blades. I reached up to flush the toilet before gently squeezing her knee to let her know I was okay. She wordlessly pulled my sweaty shirt over my head to let the cool air hit my back before lifting herself off of the floor and out of the bathroom.

I shifted my body so I could press my forehead against the hard plastic of the bathtub. After a couple minutes, she handed me a bottle of water and pressed a cold, damp cloth to the back of my neck. “I’m sorry I woke you up,” voice raspy from coughing and throwing up. This wasn’t the first time I had woken her with my nightmares, and I doubt it would be the last. She reclaims her spot on the floor behind me and continues rubbing my back.

“Don’t be sorry, I prefer to be woken up by you going to the bathroom than you throwing up in the bed anyway.” I can’t help but laugh at her teasing and we could both feel the unease begin to fade.

“Yeah, that's a good point. You’re too good to me, you know that?” I moved so that I was leaning back against her chest and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders protectively.

“Nope, I refuse to accept that statement because we are the perfect amount of goodness to each other.” I tilted my head back to rest it on her shoulder before pressing a quick kiss to her neck. I couldn’t help but wonder how I was lucky enough for Nobara to introduce the two of us. It was in the small, intimate moments like these that I knew I would happily go to my grave protecting her.

Reader’s POV

“Okay you know the drill,” you said to him as you held out your hands expectantly. He smiled as he placed both his hands in yours, palm up. You pressed one of his hands to your chest and the other to his so he could feel both of your heartbeats under his fingertips. The first time you did this he scoffed at how cheesy it was, but over the two years of living together, it became common practice for when he was trying to calm down after a nightmare. You didn’t like to press him about the horrors that plagued his dreams, knowing how reserved he was with his emotions, so you found your own ways to comfort him.

“See, we’re both okay. Do you wanna get up to go lay back down or do you need a second?” He shook his head and pulled himself up to sit in front of you again.

“No, I’m okay, but can we do the other thing too?” he asked sheepishly. He turned pleading eyes towards you, and how could you refuse him when he asked so nicely.

“Of course, whatever you need. You or me?”

He took a shuddering breath before whispering “you” so softly you almost didn’t hear it. Your shoulders slumped as that one word told you everything you needed to know. The other practice that became a common occurrence after his chronic nightmares was kissing the other person's phantom injuries. More often than not it was him kissing you, as you were usually the object of his nightmares, like tonight. He liked being able to physically see and feel that the wounds inflicted on you were in fact not real. This nighttime routine often led to some heavy makeout sessions, which then led to very soft and intimate sex.

“Okay baby,” You stand up and move to sit on the side of the bed while he brushes his teeth quickly to get rid of the gross taste in his mouth. While you wait, you find yourself tugging at the bottom of your shorts self-consciously as you shiver in anticipation. After a moment your boyfriend waltzed out of the bathroom and rested his hands on either side of your waist. He bent his head to capture your lips in a slow kiss. His tongue swipes at your bottom lip, silently asking permission to deepen the kiss and you happily oblige him. Your mouths move in a small fight for dominance but a firm hand on your thigh has him easily winning. Your hands trailed up to rest on his shoulders as he took your bottom lip between his teeth and bit down gently.

You gasp softly into his mouth and he brings one hand up to rest at the nape of your neck as he cradles your head protectively. He draws his lips down the side of your jaw, paying special attention to the spot behind your ear that never fails to have you melting into his hands. You tilt your head to give him better access to your throat, allowing him to deliver individual kisses to the spots where you likely had been hurt.

In a swift, fluid motion, he is pulling your tank top off of you and trailing sloppy kisses down your chest and stomach. You lean back onto your elbows as he runs his hands over your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You let out a shaky breath as he begins to kiss his way up the inside of your legs. “Just relax baby. I’m gonna take care of you.” He punctuated each word with a kiss or nip to the inside of your thighs, and you could feel the arousal pool at the pit of your stomach.

You forced yourself to make eye contact just in time to see a devious smirk grace his features. Before you could question it he is yanking down your shorts and blowing cool air onto your core. You yelp and instinctively try to snap your knees shut. He chuckles lowly to himself before tossing your shorts somewhere behind him. He brings his face back between your thighs to lick a long, hot stripe up your core. You gasp loudly and let your arms give out behind you. He reaches one hand up to where you are clawing at the sheets to intertwine your fingers together.

“My pretty baby is already so worked up and I’ve barely touched you. What a good girl.” He lowers himself back down to lap up the arousal dripping onto your legs before sucking your clit into his mouth. You arch into him and groan loudly which prompts him to hum triumphantly around the bundle of nerves. He moves his free hand down to expertly curl two fingers into you and starts pumping in and out at a steady pace. After a few pumps of his hand, he curls his fingers to find the spot inside you that has you seeing stars.

The combination of his mouth and fingers working you is dizzying and you can feel it pushing you closer to the edge of your climax. He could feel how close you were and began to move with more purpose, determined to make you cum more than once in the night. With the hand that isn’t intertwined with his, you reach down to tangle in his soft hair. “Wait, I- oh shit- I’m gonna cum.”

He removes the hand that was holding yours from you and brings his thumb down to rub circles into your sensitive clit. “Come on baby, I got you. You can cum for me.” He moves his mouth to rejoin his fingers at your slit to bring you closer to your high. A particularly hard press of his thumb has you crying out in pleasure and grinding desperately against his face. He removes his fingers from you and replaces them with his tongue to help you ride out your high. He greedily drinks up your release until you are weakly nudging him away.

“Do you want me to stop?” He looked up at you innocently, which was contradicting when you remembered the things he was doing mere seconds prior.

“No, I just want to feel more of you.” You could feel a hot blush creep up your body at the realization that he was still halfway clothed, while you laid completely naked in front of him. His brain seemed to process this at the same time because he was quickly ridding himself of his sweatpants and grey boxers.

His hard cock thumps softly against his toned stomach when he stood again and you were having a hard time not staring at the man in front of you. He wasn’t bulky, but the muscles that rippled underneath taut skin were nothing to sneeze at. He glanced up and caught your stare, and returned it with a cocky smirk. “See something you like?”

“I sure do,” you flashed an innocent smile as you sat up and palmed his erection. He gasped at your sudden boldness and leaned onto the bed for support. At this proximity, you were able to tug his earlobe between your teeth and bite down gently. “Please baby, I want you so bad.” Those words snap him back into action and he’s crashing his lips against yours again.

He moves you back up the bed and crawls over your body. He braces his forearms on either side of your head and experimentally grinds his hip against yours. You let out a soft “please” that comes out whinier than you intend. You lean your face up to give him a soft kiss before he reaches down to line himself up with you and slowly presses the tip inside. He shallowly thrusts to slowly work into you, mumbling praises against your skin as he moves deeper.

You can’t help but wince at the stretch his cock always brings you, which would border on outright painful if he didn’t feel so good. Your head falls back against the bed, clawing at his back to try to find something to ground yourself. He glances down to where he is buried deep inside you before pressing his forehead to yours. “I know sweetheart, it's almost there. You’re- fuck- doing so good for me,” he reassures as he presses a soothing kiss to your temple.

When he finally bottoms out he stills his hips to let you get comfortable and adjust to him. He takes this opportunity to pepper your face and chest in kisses and returns one of his hands to your neck where it cradles your head. You bring one of your hands to his hair to tug gently before rolling your hips against him, eliciting a breathy moan from him. “You can move baby, I’m okay.”

He nods and gives a couple of slower thrusts before setting a steady pace. He opted for slower deep strokes which made you feel every inch of him as he thrust into you. His thrusts have his cock brushing all the right spots inside you, and all you can do is gasp and moan for him while clinging to his shoulders. “Megumi, please,” you aren’t even sure what you were asking for. The pleasure has your head spinning and unable to make complete thoughts.

You can tell he is getting closer to his own climax because his thrusts are getting progressively faster and he is getting more vocal. “God, baby you’re taking me so well.” He hooks one of your legs around his waist and the new angle lets him hit your sweet spot with every roll of his hips. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you feel another climax approaching, and Megumi picks up his pace again.

“Is my pretty girl gonna cum for me again?” You bury your face into his shoulder and nod. He moves one of his hands to play with your clit to push you over the edge. You arch into him and let out a strangled moan as your orgasm washes over you. You’re sure you’re leaving deep scratches across his back as you grip him tighter. His hips stutter as you clench around him and he gives a few more sloppy thrusts before he’s cumming too with a loud groan. He unconsciously rocks into you lazily as you both come down from your highs.

“Are you okay baby?” He kisses your forehead and strokes your side to try and bring you back to reality. You nod again, not quite trusting your voice yet. He chuckles and slowly pulls out to not overstimulate you. You squirm at the uncomfortable stickiness between your legs but he’s already moving to the bathroom to grab stuff to clean you up.

When he comes back out he runs a warm cloth along the inside of your thighs and quickly over your center, which has you wincing at the sensitivity. When he's done he pulls out a pair of your pajama shorts and one of his loose shirts for you to wear. He helps you slip the clothes on and tugs his boxers back up before climbing back into bed with you.

You stand up to crack open the window next to the bed before laying with your back against his chest. The cool air from the rain seeps into the room and he mutters a “thank you” into your shoulder, surprised that you remember he runs hot for the rest of the night when he has a nightmare.

The clock on the bedside table shows that it's about 5:30 in the morning, so you estimate that he woke up roughly at 4. “Do you feel okay enough to go back to sleep?” You feel him shrug behind you and you scoot closer to him, pulling one of his arms over your waist to lace your fingers together.

“I don’t know. I should but…” you hear his voice trail off and nod in understanding. He always has a hard time falling back asleep on nights like these. He warned you about his chronic nightmares shortly before moving in together and confessed that he’s had them since he started high school at Jujustu Tech. However, you take small comfort in the knowledge that since living together they’ve gotten less frequent, and his reactions to them have become far less violent.

“Will you feel better if one of your shikigami sleeps in here? Just so you know that nothing will happen.” He considers it for a minute before tugging his hand out of yours, circling his other arm around your waist, and folding his hands to summon his divine dog. Its head pokes out of the shadows under the window. You pat the empty spot on the bed and it jumps up excitedly before laying down and letting you scratch behind its ears.

Megumi chuckles behind you and shakes his head. “You just wanted the dog on the bed didn’t you?” He reaches over to ruffle its soft fur as it dozes off.

“Checkmate,” you crane your head to place a kiss on his cheek before settling back against him. “Now will you please try to go back to sleep? I don’t want to nag you but realistically you can’t function on only two hours of sleep.”

“I’ll try but I can’t make any promises you know.” He tucks his chin on top of your head and relaxes around you. You hum in acknowledgment before slowly drifting back to sleep.

[sicjimin]

A.N : haaaa i make the prompt into this fic !! (i truly cant resist myself TT) also thank you @yooniestummy for the addition 💗 this is the cutest fic that i ever write. i think? not much fluff but . idk the image of Yeontan taking care of Taehyung just make my heart melts TT i hope you like it as much as i do :D

TW ; emeto, mpreg

Taehyung jumps from his bed, scrambling on his feet with one hand holding his stomach and others clamping his mouth, and runs to the bathroom. He opened the lid too harshly, but he didn't have it in him to care as vomit rushing up from his lips, splashing loudly against the clear water. He sucked a quick air before his stomach twist, making him bent further as he gurgles up more of his dinner.

"Uurrrkk-", he retches, clutching his belly , feeling sick all over again when another gush of stomach contents escapes from his mouth. The toilet bowl is filled quickly with vomit after Taehyung has emptied almost half of his stomach out, leaving him shaking and breathing hard through his parted lips. Tears are streaming down his cheeks freely at this point.

He grimaces at the sight of his mess. His dinner had officially moved there. He flushes shakily before he wipes his lips and letting himself slumped on the toilet. He buries his head in his arms. He's exhausted.

This is his third bathroom trip and it's barely 3 PM.

This pregnancy really kicking him out.

He moves his hand, slides it under his baggy sweater, and rub the slight bulge on his belly. He reached 4 months, the bump start showing. Taehyung sighs deeply. He doesn't think he could last much longer in this cycle of sicknesses and nausea.

He's tired. His back ache, and his stomach were sore. His throat hurts.

Taehyung sniffles as he feels tears filling his orbs. Damn this pregnancy hormone that making him emotional.

He quickly wipes his tears, almost yelps when he feels something soft nuzzling on him.

" Tannie ..", he whispers. Taehyung lifts his head and opens his eyes, looking at Tannie who was laying beside him.

The brown dog licks Taehyung's face, making him giggle softly as his nose tickle. Taehyung picks up Yeontan into his arms and hugged him.

" I'm so tired, Tannie-ah. The baby here keeps making me puking my guts out", he complains as he sniffs. Yeontan barked once before resting his head on Taehyung's shoulder, like he understands.

Taehyung chuckles, hugging Yeontan tighter.

" I know, Tannie. But it sucks, don't you think?", he mumbled sadly. Taehyung puts Yeontan back on the floor, as he slowly pushed himself up and rinses his mouth. He feels better after ranting on Tannie.

He chuckles lightly. How ridiculous he is to rant about pregnancy to a dog?

He retreats to the kitchen, Yeontan trailed behind him. He looks over and grabs the dog snacks, filling them.

"Let's eat together hm? I need to eat something so the baby won't feel hungry", Taehyung says. Grabbing crackers on the counter and starts nibbling them slowly.

Taehyung managed to get down 4 crackers. And a glass of water.

Now he laying down on the couch, playing with Yeontan as the dog is busy with his toys.

Taehyung steals a glance on the clock. 4 PM. Jungkook must be home anytime soon. He sighs heavily. Time will go faster if he ignored it, right?

It was nice for a minute, until his baby decided to play kickball in his stomach, swirling the food in there as well and bring back nausea. Taehyung moans. He bites his bottom lip to stop himself from immediately throwing his food out.

He inhales deeply, counting until 5. Remembering the breath exercise his ob-gyn told him.

But another wave of nausea washed over him. He gags wetly. Nausea gets worse than before, causing Taehyung's hand to clutch tightly onto the couch cushion. He felt like he was gonna throw his crackers out any moment now.

His stomach hitched again, leaving Taehyung heaves over his palm, and run to the bathroom.

" Uurrrkkk-", He vomits into the toilet bowl as soon as he's standing. He's panting as he leans his elbows on the rim of the porcelain bowl. He could see the barely disgested crackers floating on the water below him.

He gags again, heaving more of chunky liquid up. He let himself kneel as he feels his knees going weak.

He closes his eyes, and he let himself rest his forehead on the top of the toilet bowl. A soft sob left his lips as he feels the pressure on his stomach grow more.

"Uurrrkk-", he pitched forward again as another wave of nausea hits him again. The sound of vomit filling the bowl echoes loudly through the bathroom. Making him feel sicker.

Taehyung was about to gag more when he feels a soft fur near his feet, and soon he feels something wet licking his arms.

He lifts his head slowly and looked down, and there was Tannie lying beside him.

He smiles softly, " Tannie... i'm fine", he chokes out before his lips quiver and vomits pouring out again.

— — —

"Hyung?", Jungkook slides his coat out, hanging it on the hanger near the door as he calls for his boyfriend. Usually, Taehyung would greet him happily at this time. He frowns at the silence.

"Hyung!", he called once more.

He hears no reply. But instead, Yeontan rushing at him at full speed. His tiny legs almost make him tripped. Jungkook chuckles and scoops the dogs in his arms." Why are you so excited to meet me hm?", he says as he nuzzled his nose on the soft fur. Yeontan barks loudly, wiggling on his embrace like he wants to say something.

"Where's your dad?"

Yeontan wiggles again, begging to be put on the floor. He barked again before disappearing into the hallway. Jungkook frowns and decided to follow the dog.

That's when he heard retches coming from the bathroom. His heart skipped a beat as he rushes on his feet.

"Hyung!", Jungkook enters the bathroom hurriedly only to find a flushed Taehyung, hunched over the toilet seat. His hair sticking in weird places, his face was covered by a cold sweat and his skin was pale. His hair fell loose to his eyes as he gripped the sides of the toilet bowl tightly. He threw up again.

Jungkook crouched down next to the older. Rubbing his back as he watched vomit filling the already soiled water.

" Sshh .. you're doing great hyung", he mutters softly. He gently caresses the side of Tae's head, tucking his soft strands of hair.

"You're home ..", Taehyung wheezes out when his stomach calmed down. He coughs once before he wipes his mouth clean with the sleeve of his shirt, trying to calm the dry heave as he turns towards his boyfriend, a weak smile gracing his lips.

"I am", Jungkook says, " How long have you been sick? Why don't you call me?", he asks worriedly as he rubs his thumb gently on Taehyung's cheekbone. Wiping the tears that managed to escape with all the exertion of vomiting he just did.

"I'm fine .. just, morning sickness", Taehyung explains as he tries to sit straight. Chuckles weakly when Yeontan jumps on his laps.

" He's the one that telling me you're here", Jungkook says as he watched the sight. "How many times did you throw up today? Did you manage to eat something?", he turns his glance back on the older.

"Oh .. you're a smart boy, Tan -ah", Taehyung mumbles, stroking the brown fur with his fingers. " This is the fourth time .. and no, i tried to eat crackers an hour ago and as you can see", Taehyung trailed off his gaze to the toilet.

" Oh god", Jungkook muttered as Taehyung turned his eyes back on him.

" It's ok.. but I think we should try some different foods, to keep the baby healthy", Taehyung explains quietly, still holding the dog. Jungkook nods. "Do you have something in mind that you want to eat?"

Taehyung shakes his head tiredly, pulling himself up to go back to the couch. Jungkook immediately catches him by the waist.

"No ... the thought of eating made me nauseous again. I'm sorry, Kook. But i'm really tired to keep vomiting", Taehyung mumbles weakly, placing his forehead on Jungkooks chest.

"But maybe i will try more crackers after my stomach eased up"

Jungkook hums, shifting slightly and asking Taehyung to rest on his laps. The older complies.

Jungkook moves his hand to Taehyung's bump, "Can i?"

Taehyung nods and tug his sweater up, showing his tummy that already showing the bump, "The baby would be happy"

Jungkook smiles as he grazes his fingers over it. The sensation always makes him giddy, "I'm gonna ask Yoongi hyung. He had bad morning sickness too when he had Hyuna. Maybe he had something that might help you"

Taehyung sighs softly in relief and leans a bit further against his boyfriend, closing his eyes slowly. Jungkook wraps an arm around the latter, keeping the other hand on his bump.

"You can sleep, the baby must be tiring you out", Jungkook murmurs softly. Taehyung hums, " They are. I think this is the worst morning sickness i had in the past days"

"If Yeontan had to come and tell me. Yeah, that was bad", Jungkook chuckles.

[heyswagmoney]

Hey! I’m feeling somewhat in a need for brotherly Jschlatt. Can I have some headcannons of that? if not it’s cool I just wanted to know. and can you do a funny one with like he streams meeting y/n/reader’s boyfriend/girlfriend? (She/her please and if not it’s cool! I don’t min!!)

never written a y/n situation plz bare w me.

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-schlatts beliefs are that as long as hes the only one being mean to you, its fine. if anyone else jumps in its a crime.

-you both “argue” in the most exaggerated, ugly new york accents. it annoys everyone around the both of you, but its an ongoing cycle.

-he called you “discord kitten #1” for the first months of your friendship. it still occasionally comes up in conversation. (he admitted that it was because he didnt know your name and was too far into the friendship to ask)

-his favorite activity is telling you that youre dumb, but proceeds to ask 3 thousand questions about Every Single Scenario brought up in conversation. saying that hes dumb back is fruitless.

-“they fucking beat me in monopoly. how the absolute FUCK.” “just better than you i guess.”

-schlatt fucking Hates emotional situations, but is the first person there when you need someone. he might not be good at being supportive, but the fact that hes putting in effort is better than nothing.

-“you want, like, money?” “schlatt my fish got flushed down a toilet.” “i dont see your point.”

-you get free merch. all the fucking time. every chance he gets, he sends you whatever comes out. (if its clothes, its always 3 sizes too big.)

-on streams/podcasts, youre brought into conversation a LOT. its a running joke that youre not real.

-“y/n bought food and sent me pictures. like im supposed to just eat my phone and taste it.”

-when youre actually brought onto the stream/podcast, the joke continues. every time you talk, schlatt jumps as if theres a ghost.

-“holy shit is it cold in here?” “boo bitch.” “FUCK-“

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Animal Crossing Fish Explained - Habitats #5

Brought to you by a marine biologist completely out of her element...

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I figure since we just did the estuary, we would continue up the river as salmon would. The Flowing River tank is really gorgeous. When you first start filling in your museum, this area is blank and kinda ugly. As you put in fish, it transforms into this beautiful, rocky Temperate River ecosystem that really reminds me of the snow melt rivers and streams in upstate New York, (although I’m sure it could be any Northern Hemisphere river). I mean, the waterfalls just absolutely sell it. Rivers are incredible habitats that humans have relied on since we decided the nomadic lifestyle wasn’t cutting it anymore. 

Sixth grade history class probably beat it into your head that many ancient civilizations settled and grew in river basins, such as Egypt on the Nile River. Since then, humans have heavily relied on - and degraded to shit - rivers all over the world. These days, many rivers are altered in some way. Many are dammed for hydroelectric purposes or to protect towns downstream; most of them are polluted somehow because we use them as a constantly-flushing toilet for chemicals, industrial waste, sewage, and so on. Which is pretty dumb, considering, of all the water on Earth, only about 3% of it is fresh, and only 0.5% is drinkable and available (the rest is locked up in glaciers, floating around in the atmosphere, or, y’know, polluted and now not potable). We quite literally create our own problems. 

Mmmmm, delicious. /s Photo by James P Blair

Anyway, there is so much to say about water. Yes, it’s a very common substance in your life and you need it to live (go drink some water!), but it has very interesting properties that have shaped life on Earth. For instance, water becomes less dense when is becomes a solid, which is fucking weird. So, solid water (ice) floats on its liquid form! That’s truly nuts. Water molecules are extremely attracted to each other, so you get these instances where water can pull itself up against gravity, like you see in plant tissues! It’s pretty amazing. Water is also really great at being the base of solutions because it is charged and can hold onto other chemicals and compounds, like sugars. You’ll notice all of these are properties life on Earth relies on to function, so, pretty damn awesome. And the fact that Earth is warm enough to support the fleeting liquid form of water, without being too hot so as to evaporate it all away is also really amazing and important for life on Earth. 

Water also has a really neat cycle on Earth called the Water Cycle, or, more scientifically, the Hydrologic Cycle. Water evaporates off the land and ocean surface, hangs out in the atmosphere until it condenses into rain, falling back down. From there, it seeps into the ground or collects as streams and rivers that make their way back out to sea. It’s pretty simple, pretty great. 

^Really simple, but you get the gist. Rivers form from precipitation (rain and snow and ice) falling onto the land and moving down via gravity.

Lots of animals and plants rely on freshwater systems. I’ve explained many times that lots of sea creatures travel into rivers to spawn, like the famous salmon. But lots of animals also live here full time as well. Amphibians and insects use the river for important life cycles, and of course, there are many species of fish that call rivers home. You also have crocodiles, turtles, waterfowl, and mammals, like beavers, otters and even dolphins, make a living of the river. Not to mention the river is a clean source of freshwater for everyone to drink from. Just as we explained in the Westerlies, the Temperate River experiences the different seasons, so many animals of this habitat are seasonal as well.

Is there anything more gorgeous than a forest in full autumn colors? No, there isn’t.

Anyway, water traveling over the land and ending up in rivers and bays is called run-off. It is literally running off the land, and as it does this, it picks up stuff. Some of it is natural - leaf litter, dirt, nutrients, eroded rock - and some isn’t - our trash, for example. All of that gets dumped into the river to be transported to the nearshore habitats, like estuaries and coral reefs, and y’know, the most productive aquatic habitats. Meanwhile, the river water quality degrades, and sensitive animals, like frogs, suddenly start vanishing. That’s when you start seeing pollution sending ripples of consequences through an ecosystem. Without a healthy frog population, insects we’d call pests get out of control. They then spread into our communities to wreak havoc on crops, among other things. 

TL:DR: Rivers are important. Stop trashing them! Water is really cool. Frogs are great. Here are  the animals ACNH features in the Flowing River tank: Char :: Golden Trout :: Cherry Salmon :: Stringfish :: Tilapia :: Dace :: Sweetfish :: Pale Chub :: Freshwater Goby :: Crucian Carp :: Yellow Perch

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Plant Palace 🍀Pt 3

Warning ⚠️ [mpreg]

John was in a content sleep until it was morning once again. Jolting out of bed scaring the shit outta Bitty when he raced to the bathroom emptying his stomach into the toilet like he’d been doing for the past few weeks. He almost fell when he was running but he made it by a hair. John was a tired mess,whimpering tiredly in pain when he pressed too close to the toilet and hurt his sore irritated feeling chest. He massaged his pained chest and cleared his burning throat. “I’m getting pretty tired of this…” He whispered frustrated and glanced down at his stomach that’d been annoying him more now. “Just overwatering” he tore some foliage from his hair and threw it into the toilet. He’d heard Eddie get out of bed and walk in,John flushed the toilet standing up tiredly. Only turning around after wiping his face clean of tears

Eddie was not pleased by the wake up call with Bitty getting scared and running over his face as John threw back the sheets. He sat up startled by the loud footsteps followed by gagging and a splash in the toilet down the hall. Tossing back his own covers, he stomped down the hall and lightly tossed open the door to see John trying to hide the tears.

“That’s it. I’m tired of holding my tongue. I’m taking you to the doctor.”

A look of fear replaced John’s tears, looking at him with wide eyes.

“I’m tired of seeing you like this! You keep pushing it off and I thought you were doing better, but you’re still sick from the time you were at my house.” He snapped a little before calming down. “You should’ve told me it was only a fear of doctors that you had a problem with. I said I’d be here for you. I’d hold your hand the whole time while they checked you out to make sure you were well.”

John stepped back and he couldn’t help but become more anxious tears spilling down his face. The anxiety had set in and he stared up at Eddie shaking.

“I can’t go to the doctors Eddie” He sniffled and wiped his face,his arms crossed over his pudgy chest. “I’m perfectly fine okay?” He whimpered knowing it was a lie. Eddie had stepped forward and reached out to John to grab him. Unable to control the thorny vines that’d suddenly sprouted from under his skin and spiraled out covering John's arms. John felt his alarms going off in his head when he realized his body was reacting in defense to his stress. “Eddie I-“ He didn’t know what to say as he stood staring up fearfully now more than ever.

Eddie stepped back, watching as the vines wrapped around his boyfriend, burying him. He just watched, jaw to the floor as he watched it all unfold, fear appearing on the man’s face before vines covered him up.

It was like his brain short circuited. What the hell had he just witnessed. Clearly there was still a vine thing in front of him. Things started to make sense. The petals in his red hair, the sunlight making him glow, the excessive water a human shouldn’t drink, the random topic of Abnormals. He was being tested.

The singer sat back on the bed, looking away from the vines for a moment to gather his thoughts. John had been Abnormal this whole time and he pushed him to tell him a secret. For one thing, Eddie knew he wasn’t terrified. John never meant to harm him or the place so he wasn’t a dangerous Abnormal. Calling the hotline was a thought ripped up and burned instantly. Why would he? John was scared. He honestly didn’t know what to say, he could only do.

He scooted closer to the vines, reaching out for a clump, ignoring the thorns and held them like he would hold a hand. Guilt filled his body as he sighed.

“I’m sorry John… I keep fucking this up. Just be okay, please.”

John heard him and he still couldn’t stop shaking,but it didn’t seem like Eddie was the kind of person to call him in. So when Eddie grabbed his thorn covered hand he froze,it had to be hurting him,it had to be. John tried to calm down as much as he could. He retracted the thorns into the vines which slid back gently into John's quivering body. He looked up at Eddie still somewhat afraid but more sorry than anything “I’m sorry..” His hand rested in Eddies and he suddenly gave Eddie a tight hug,pressing his face into Eddies chest as he cried. “I should’ve told you..” He said in a broken childlike voice,his small swollen body smooshed against Eddies taller frame.

Eddie wrapped his arms around John, holding him close and tight, trying to keep his own tears at bay.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m sorry too. I shouldn't have pushed you.” He said quietly into his ear. “I’m just glad you’re alright.” Eddie held him as John cried into his chest, shaking like a leaf (no pun intended).

Once John had calmed down, Eddie moved him back so he could see his face and wipe away the tears. The shorter man’s eyes were red and swollen, face pale from being sick and freaking out.

“Y-you can explain more when you… you feel up to it.” He breathed still trying to understand everything. This wasn’t about him, this was about John. “D-do you need anything? Water? Sunlight? Uh…” he trailed off, not sure what the younger man needed. “Dirt?” He kind of meant the last one as a joke, trying to sound funny rather than so serious and hoping he didn’t cross a line.

John gave a small snicker at the comment about dirt “I don’t need dirt super often” He took a deep breath and felt a bit better now after he stopped crying. He let out a small gasp when he felt a sharp pain in his tummy from one of the babies kicking. It was probably one of them affected by his distress. “I can’t see normal doctors…”he huffed softly as he guided Eddie to the bed needing to sit down from his weak legs. He shook his head and rested his face in his hands,John stared down at the floor, his eyes burning. “I didn’t mean for you to find out this way” He rubbed his arm slowly,before he brought his hands to wrap his stomach “I don’t..know what’s happening to me Eddie,but it’s dangerous to get involved with the abnormal world.” John looked up at Eddie with his glossy emerald eyes,still puffy from crying. He couldn’t have Eddie get hurt.

“Would you ever… have told me?” Eddie asked. “I mean I understand why now…” He waved to the entirety of John.

He could see the younger man wince and rub his belly.

“If there is a doctor you can see, I still want you to get looked at. I only know little on Abbies. That could be a tumor, if you guys get them… it could be the excessive water gain…” He sighed, taking John’s hand again, lucky he only got a few scratches, nothing super dangerous. “Do you want me to get involved? I don’t want to be pushing the boundaries I already am. Like I said before, I’ll be here holding your hand every step of the way if you allow it. I don’t want to leave, but if you want me to, I will.”

He was serious. He showed it in his eyes and the tone of voice. He wasn’t going to leave because his boyfriend was an Abnormal. Even if he was, he never saw him as one. He saw him as John and only John.

John turned away from Eddie and sighed before standing up and brushing his fingers through his hair.

“Eddie..I-“ He paused and thought about it words for a moment “If you get involved with me as an abnormal,you can be charged with harboring an enemy of the state” John walked a bit closer to Eddie and gently touched his face with his pale hand. His look was adoring and loving “I want you in my life,and I have to say I’ve fallen for you but-“ He slowly rubbed Eddie's cheek with his thumb. “You could get hurt” John was always afraid of those he loved getting hurt,he couldn’t have those he cared for ripped away from him again. “The abnormal world here is underground and secretive,there’s no way for you to get out once your in it”

“I know it’s a dangerous place! But I’m not like those people who get scared after they see something that isn’t ‘normal’. There is no ‘normal’! Humans, no, people, have been fighting for equal rights and will continue to do so. Blacks wanted freedom and they did! LGBT wanted to be loved and they are! Abnormals could be who they want to be and they can be! It’s just your turn in the cycle of accepting this ‘normal’.”

Eddie was so upset at thinking John wouldn’t want him there, after all he said too the day before about Abnormals. He still stood by what he said. Just like humans, they can get help instead of being dragged off and be experimented on. He felt touched that John cared for him not to get hurt, but he was in it since the two flirted in the shop. There was no going back. Even if they split up now, they would both be in pain.

“I’m already in.” Eddie chuckled. “I got in the moment I fell in love with you.” He looked up at John with tears in his eyes, and the goofiest smile.

John blushed profusely at that and his lips curled into a soft smile. He pressed himself against Eddie in a hug,his words were sweet but his worries were still real. He felt the squirming in his stomach again but he tried to ignore it. “ I can try to go to one of the doctors I know of if you think it’ll help..I just don’t know if you should come” John gently pulled away and looked at Eddie searching for any sign of dismay in his face. “Abnormals stigmatize trusting Normies as much as they Abbies” John saw Eddies expression change slightly and he pursed his lips. “I’ll see if he’ll let you come” his voice was soft and loving knowing Eddie wanted to be with him every step of the way. John sat down next to Eddie and he pulled something out from under his mattress. A small tweed journal when he opened it,it was cryptic writing but it was a list of addresses and names of other abnormals in town “ I can go today if we leave now” John could read it with ease.

Eddie relaxed when John finally agreed to at least getting checked out. He hugged him back and watched as he went to pull the journal out.

“I can go today if we leave now.”

“I know I just said I’d be there for you, but if you don’t want me to be, I can stay here, watch Bitty and prepare tea and snacks. Whichever makes this safer. But I won’t ever leave you. I’ll be waiting for you.” He stood up, walking over to the botanist and gave him a hug, assuring him this was all going to be alright.

John nodded while he began to get ready getting dressed in one of his new outfits. He shimmied into some jeans and tucked the front of his sweater in.Eddie had begun to get dressed in his own clothes.

“It'll be safe here luv,you can stay and eat something ,I won’t be long” he .”I should be back within the hour.Oh! Can I borrow your keys for the car it’s not a long drive and riding my bike has been harder lately” John knew how to drive but he had to IDs one a fake ID in case he was ever pulled over,his hair was photoshopped to be brown in it to hide the fact of his almost abnormal hair color being real. When Eddie handed him the keys, John got on his tiptoes and gave the taller man a kiss.He’d grabbed his water bottle and gave Eddie a small smile at the door. “I love you..” His shy voice said just before he left through the door. Hopping into the old truck and beginning his journey to the underground doctor. Following his books notes until he reached a nice looking house and he rang the doorbell.