#type one diabetes meme

[zurko48]

Living the chronic illness lifestyle (I am permanently exhausted. Sleep does nothing to fix the tired that runs deep within my soul. i am going to live and die sleepy I think)

[savannahjamesauthor]

Sometimes I’m very funny

[diabeticlichen-thropy]

After a very long Christmas I would like to present:

[thediabeticnerd]

You think diabetes is so cool don't you???

Yeah. It is pretty cool, bro. I feel so girlypop swaggy slay

[koolades-world]

headcanons w/ mc masterlist p.2

Mc with a birthday right after one of the brother's

Crying Mc

Mc who makes memes about everyone

Dragon whisperer Mc

Mc who dresses in 60's fashion

Mc asking the brothers know what a "the matter baby" is

Mc who cuts their hair because "hair holds memories"

Mc who hates themselves

Mc and the brothers get jealous

Mc with a grudge against the brothers

Mc who snaps at a classmate

Aromantic Mc

befriending the brothers via oujia board

Mc with mangled wings

Brazilian Mc

A very dense Mc

Mc who loves to word vomit about their interests

Roller blading Mc

Mc with nieces/nephews that treats them like their kids ♡

Mc who loves hide and seek (i made an oopsie and wrote for the same prompt twice, so v2 can be found here!)

Mc with Social Anxiety

Mc with burnout symptoms

Strong Mc who enjoys being babied

Mc who stims after receiving affection

Emotional regulator Mc

Workaholic Insomniac Mc

Mc who overcompensates when giving back

Mc with mangled wings p.2

Romanian Mc

Italian Mc

Mc with a hyperfixation on the brothers

Mc who bases their worthiness on grades

Mc that hallucinates

Mc with a fear of rodents

FTM Mc on his period

Mc who cries after being called beautiful/handsome/stunning

Dog-like Mc

Follower Mc

Undatables react to Mc killing a lower demon while defending themself

Mc with a Russian accent

Mc who shares their food randomly ♡

Asian Mc

Indian Mc

Type 1 Diabetic Mc who passes out during a student council meeting

Mc who's insecure about scars from a car crash

Mc who's attached to the brothers

Sick Day

Egg Baby Project w/ Brothers

Serial Killer Mc arrived to the Devildom

Cat-hybrid Mc

Aroace Mc

Mc with Pizza Pasta remix as their ringtone

Mc with low iron who faints in front of the brother + side characters

Recently Fallen Teen Mc

Mc coming out as trans

Mc that looks like Lilith and her lover

Mc with a birthday right after one of the side character's

Mc commenting on the brothers spilling too much food into a bowl

Mc who babysits their younger cousins at a family gathering w/ the brothers

Tiny Mc w/ Beel

Mc who tries to lift the brothers and fails

Poc Mc and the poc boys

Mc with IBD

Timid Mc who hides behind the brothers

Single Mom Mc

Mc whose love language is biting

Mc that keeps falling asleep under their bed

Insecure Mc

Mc who gets pushed around by their family

Mc with temporary wings p.2

Very sweet Mc

Short Mc who gives indirect finger kisses

Serious Mc who lights up after receiving affection

Singer Mc who starts singing again after a depressive episode

Mc telling their s/o in his arms is their happy place

Mc who's deathly afraid of wasps

Mc finds an abandoned baby and brings it home

Clone Mc

Mc calls Lucifer, Satan, Barbatos and Solomon pretty

[trek-tracks]

hello! I am also diabetic (type one). I’m curious if when you think of star trek or yourself in Star Trek if you imagine having diabetes still? I think either way is valid, just curious. I go back and forth trying to figure out if they would have cured it or just advanced insulin pumps to the point of being practically seamless with day to day life. For me being diabetic is so integral to my personality I kind of don’t know if I would like to think of it as being cured? It’s cool if you don’t want to answer too! Just thought I’d ask :)

This is an interesting question.

I've always thought about my type one diabetes as being solidly on the second end of the disability "spectrum," so to speak, where the first end is "this is integral to my personality and who I am, accommodate but do not 'cure' me," and the second is "this brings nothing but pain to my life, please cure me immediately."

The only accommodation that would fully make my life better, in my opinion, (which is only my opinion about my own disability), is either a functional cure (artificial pancreas) or actual cure (no machinery necessary), the latter of which I would prefer, because frankly I'm sick of wearing a pump and a cgm 24/7 and the sheer amount of waste it produces, which is not my fault because I need to live, but still weighs heavily on me (and takes up a large amount of space in my apartment). Not to mention the scheduling--this message brought to you by me being woken up at 5am by an empty insulin pump and realizing that, no, I don't seem to have any unused cartridges left, so I have to use an old one and pray that the pump accepts it while waiting for the delivery of the supplies I just now ordered, which cost $750.

When I think about a life in the Star Trek universe, I can really only think about being transferred there now, as I am, with the life I have led, and I think that's what also shapes my decision. If I had been born into the Star Trek universe, there are so many aspects of my personality that might have been different, considering I wouldn't have to worry about scarcity and affordability of, for example, housing. Instead of being a theatre critic as a second job that feeds my soul but doesn't pay the bills, I'd probably be a playwright/dramaturg/critic full time. However, I might find not having a job outside of the theatre world to be detrimental, because when people don't have lives outside of theatre, their writing tends to get smaller and more insular.

This is a digression, but what I mean is: I can only see me as I am now joining a Starfleet world, rather than trying to envision the person I would be if I'd begun my life there. I mean, I certainly wouldn't be known for making memes about Star Trek, the TV show, if Star Trek were reality instead of entertainment, so things would be different in a number of ways. I can't even think about all the ways my life could have been different in this reality without getting a headache.

In that case, I have learned a lot from being diabetic, including patience and empathy for other people, and a strong sense of social justice. I've learned a lot about food and exercise and how they affect the body. I've learned responsibility and self-management. I've made more peace with aging than many of my friends, because I've felt prematurely "old" (aches, pains, contemplation of mortality) since I was a preteen. I think I would have some form of these things without diabetes, but my worldview would likely be different. In a way, I'm grateful for these lessons, and I don't know if born-into-Star-Trek me would be insufferable.

That being said, I firmly believe that having diabetes for more than 25 years means that diabetes has taught me all about life it's going to teach me. I'm done. If I were to wake up tomorrow without it, I'd, in the words of Beyond McCoy, "throw a party." A party with plenty of cake. Or, to misquote The Voyage Home, "The doctor gave me a pill, and I grew a new pancreas!"

Now that it's part of me, its absence might leave me somewhat adrift, but I think of all the time I've lost to it where I could have been enjoying life and been allowed to be the unfettered me I desired to be, and I say, good riddance.

[alives]

——— BASICS ! ♡

NICKNAME : rory

PRONOUNS : they / them or any tbqh

ZODIAC SIGN : leo

TAKEN OR SINGLE : taken

——— THREE FACTS ! ♡

i was diagnosed as a type one diabetic at the ripe age of twenty one ( one of my many medical mysteries bc wtf )

i have three pets & between those three there are seven legs. have fun with that math !

i have a dancing pole in my bedroom & my favorite move i can do is a layback ( & i severely pay the price for it x )

——— EXPERIENCE ! ♡

i've been rping since like 2011/2012 without fully knowing it was called rp at the time in some weird chatrooms online with strange emojis that haunt my dreams to this day. started indie tumblr rping in like 2014 bc of my ex girlfriend , kept tumblr rping till 2017 or so , came back a few times but haven't been fully back until this year in indie at least. i've done a bunch of group rps as well as some twitter & jcink ones. i just always end up back in indie after awhile , my brain just fluctuates with what i want to write & my attention on media so honestly ?? multi is the way to go & i'm not sure why i didn't before now.

——— MUSE PREFERENCE ! ♡

for some reason i always pick muses that are extremely devoted to another in some way , one of my first & longest muses was horn skuld & my recent comeback to indie was zestial / paimon in a similar vein. magnus bane however has been by far my longest muse considering i still write him here on this account. chewbacca might actually be my other longest. some of my friends will also claim i write old men & they aren't entirely wrong.

——— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT ! ♡

FLUFF : i'm a sucker for some fluff !! it's a nice little palette cleanser after angst. ironically will have me kicking my feet more embarrassed than smut.

ANGST : i love it. i think it's very fun to make my writing partners scream & button smash over it. > : ) there's just something fun about exploring emotions in the same way i like watching the occasional sad movie !

SMUT : also 110% okay with it !! but i also don't mind fade to black if that's what my partner prefers. some of my muses are a little spicy ✨ considering the media they're from.

PLOT / MEMES : both ? both !!! i adore plotting when we're just talking about our muses & shooting thoughts back & forth. but memes are really great ice breakers too !!

tagged by: i'm a thief tagging: steal it from me !!

[wilsons-corner]

Hi, if you’re on this blog, I’m a bundle of small raccoons with different personalities in a trench coat. General

The names Wilson, I accept any pronouns

Im LGBTQ+, a proud Ace

I don’t tolerate discrimination of any sorts, the front door is wide open and I will kick you out if you’re discriminatory to anyone I know

I do have type one diabetes, so blood sugar memes will be common when I suffer most

There is one (1) social raccoon in this trench coat so if you are a mutual or someone I follow I will reach out occasionally (through asks)

should I have the courage or encouragement I will post what I write/poetry/ocs of mine

I am autistic, so hyper-fixations galore here <3

Fandoms I love most:

italics = current hyperfixation

Monk (2002)

Professor T

Only Murders in the Building

Sherlock And Co

BBC Sherlock

Kingsman

Twisted Wonderland (Courtesy of a friend)

Good Omens

Our Flag Means Death

Shadow and Bone (Netflix and Books) (Kaz fanatic)

Six of Crows

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

A series of unfortunate events

That’s not my neighbour (yes I’m there for Francis)

The Hobbit

Marvel

BBC ghosts

Percy Jackson (Lester my beloved)

(New) The Bone Catcher/Lincoln Rhyme series

You’ll never guess it, but Gravity Falls.

Fallout

Dr Wilderness (PLEASE go check out the comic)

Currently Writing For:

Kingsman

Credit to @sillylittlereptileguy for the blinker!

Credit to @ginnyw-potter for the banner of shame

[rannadylin]

Pros of today's check-up with my endocrinologist: My A1C is down to 5.6* which is almost the lowest it's been!** And my CGM data says I've been 88% of the time in target range. :-) [insert "getting a good grade in being a type 1 diabetic" meme here...]

Cons of today's check-up: My endocrinologist is leaving to start her own private practice, which will be direct care and not take insurance so...I'm probably gonna have to start looking for a new one. :-( She's been such a huge help and so easy to work with that I kept driving an hour and a half to see her twice a year for check-ups even after I changed schools and moved to where I live now, so I don't look forward to trying to find someone who'll live up to my high expectations now. But c'est la vie, tempus fugit, and all that...

*I'm pretty sure it's the Ozempic. She started me on it at my check-up 6 months ago and I was looking back at my carbs/meds log from back then and almost immediately after I started on it my insulin ratios were dropping by about half of what I had to take before. She thinks that I have some type 2 diabetes/insulin resistance on top of the type 1/insulin dependent, and I guess the results probably prove her right here. I was taking insulin at a 1 per 3 carbs ratio back then and now it ranges as low as 1 per 6 or 7, which is great since the insurance company is apparently more willing to pay for Ozempic than they are for insulin (see last year's drama about the prior authorization for the insulin they told me I'd have to switch to...sigh).

**The prior lowest it's been was 5.5...in June 2020. After 3 months of reduced workload and not having to leave my home, meaning more control over my meals and rest and activity level and everything else. Hmmmmm funny how that happens. So I guess that getting it down to 5.6 now in the middle of a busy school year is an even huger win than I realized at first!

[jomiddlemarch]

Alina and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day 

Alina was fairly certain that kindergarten pickup was actually a level of Hell. One of the deeper ones, though she had to admit that waiting for the divorce to be finalized and the week in February that Mal had been away at a conference in Hawaii when Eli got the stomach bug and she’d run out of orange Pedialyte, Clorox, and episodes of Elmo’s World just as she’d succumbed were both worse. She’d gotten a tee-shirt out of the conference and not herpes, so it was slightly ahead, which was the kind of thing she’d say that would make Gen tell her she really had to stay in the here and now and focus on herself and Eli; the fact that focusing in herself to Gen always meant some form of hot/stone/the feminine Divine yoga plus or minus a green smoothie was something Alina figured she just had to suck up as part of the best friend code. Especially if she wanted (needed) Gen to remain on Eli’s emergency contact list and deal with kindergarten pickup if Alina had a deadline or her car decided to call her bluff on her perpetually overdue oil changes.

She’d actually finished the article on affordable housing while sitting at the oil change place, wondering from time to time how oil change places still existed and why they still had a TV mounted on the wall when everyone was on their phone, earbuds in, podcasts and memes washing over them as digital sedatives. When she’d said anything like that at home, Mal would accuse her of being a Luddite, while continuing to shoot some monster on his gaming PC, and she’d launch into an explanation of why the Luddites got a bad rap and remembering it, she once again rejoiced in the finalization of the divorce, despite everything else it had cost her, starting with her rosy ideals about happily-ever-afters. In the timeless, nameless oil change place, happily-ever-after seemed like something that wouldn’t even appear on the TV as an infomercial. On the flip side, she wasn’t worried her car would die in kindergarten pickup.

Instead, she wished for death. Or something that would free her from her misery, besides the over-priced pistachio latte that she promptly spilled as soon as she got out of her car, half of it landing on her already dingy sneakers. She was surrounded by totally put-together, mani-pedi-ed moms in Lululemon or power suits or hand-knit sweaters and $300 jeans, with younger siblings in the latest paisley slings, Labradoodles with monogrammed collars off-leash and milling about, the same women who’d post their freshly washed and fashionably dressed kid holding a “First Day of X Grade” chalked on adorable chalkboard pics on social media. She’d waffled for a good ten minutes over the latte, since it really wasn’t in her budget and almost certainly was contributing to climate change and her chances of developing Type II diabetes, and all for what? Turning her greyish sneakers a bilious shade she associated with Dickensian misers with gout and getting her hands sticky.

“One of those days,” she heard, a man’s voice drifting down from behind her left shoulder. Before Alina could twist around or even cant her neck upward to see who was talking to her, he’d offered her an unopened pack of travel wet-wipes.

“Uh, thanks,” she said, peeling back the sticker closing the wipes and dabbing at her cuff of her cardigan. 

“Sorry about your coffee,” the man said. He’d moved into view, tall and dark-haired with a neatly trimmed beard, a sporty fleece vest layered over what he had to have worn to work, suit pants and a dress shirt still wrinkle-free. “I could easily spare a juice-box—apple-carrot ended up being a bust.”

“I can’t say I’m surprised,” Alina remarked. “Plus, juice isn’t supposed to be good for kids.”

“No?”

Alina shrugged. “I mean, it’s not like you’re giving them absinthe. Or liquid plutonium. But yeah, whole fruit is better. And they can just drink water.”

“You’re the first mom to talk to me at pickup,” he said. “I’m Alex, by the way. Cosima’s dad.”

“Probably because you’re like the only dad to show up,” Alina replied. She didn’t say “and you look like you’re on the cover of Vogue except for the navy fleece” but she thought it. Loudly.

“Their loss. Cosima always has so much to say as soon as she leaves the building, I get a play-by-play,” he said. “I’m out of town enough I don’t like to ask her nanny to get her if I can do it.”

Alina knew she should not say it. It was clear as day, as a bell, as crystal. Hell, she only had to make a leading remark and he’d probably volunteer the info, if his unprompted remarks about being Cosima’s dad and having a nanny were anything to go by. She had, however, been known to make bad decisions. See: Mal, though Eli was the most silvery of silver linings.

“Her mom can’t pick her up?”

Alex, who had every right to freeze up or withdraw or otherwise let her know she had far overstepped in her latte-stained sneakers, shrugged.

“She left me to go find herself. That doesn’t make her terribly available for kindergarten pickup. Or bath-time, beginning ballet, or urgent care visits for ear infections,” he said, not as bitterly as he could have but not as Zen as he’d likely intended. There was a look in his eyes that only another divorced, custodial parent could recognize, a pain made of equal parts anger and humiliation, the need to conceal it from the child who shouldn’t see their other parent as a villain. The fatigue from being the one who was there, who couldn’t think about a weekend away or a night out without worrying about whether there’d be a call from the sitter, a fever, a crying jag over the fear of abandonment and the finite quantity of chicken nuggets allotted to a meal.

“I really thought you were going to end on bake sales,” Alina said. 

“I always get a pass from the class moms on those,” Alex said. “They don’t expect a dad to bake, so if I do, I’m basically a superhero and if I can’t manage to send in homemade banana chocolate chip muffins and send her in with a box of cupcakes from Kaminsky’s, I’m still in their good graces. It’s completely unfair.”

“It is,” Alina said. She couldn’t be that annoyed because he knew it. “I wish I could get away with banana bread muffins. I sent Eli with red velvet cupcakes once and I didn’t use organic red food coloring or organic, locally sourced cream cheese for the frosting and I got the smoky cat-wing stink-eye for the next month. I should have risen above it, but honestly, it sucked.”

Alex laughed. He had a nice laugh, a nice voice, and seemed like a nice man who was a good dad. With her luck, that meant that he was either secretly an immensely powerful, evil mastermind intent on world domination or that she’d never see him again.

“You’re Eli’s mom? Cosima says he’s very smart and good at sharing and he makes the best dinosaur sounds. Somewhere between a growl and a yodel, I gathered after she gave up trying to describe it and demonstrated her impression,” Alex said. “I hope this isn’t too presumptuous, but would you consider a playdate for them? It’s been rough, these past few months, and I’m trying to make sure she still has a normal childhood, whatever that means these days. My mother thinks I spoil her, but she’s very old-fashioned. My mother, not Cosima.”

“My schedule is a little tricky,” Alina said carefully. She would have been more wary if it had been one of the exquisitely put-together mothers asking, more relaxed if one of the nannies had made the proposal. She wasn’t sure what to make of Alex’s offer, except that she’d wanted to say yes right away and that meant she needed to watch herself. The opportunity to even subtly trash-talk her ex was irresistible, however. “Eli’s father is around, but never when I need to organize anything.” 

“We could meet at the park. I can bring enough snacks to last the afternoon, you could come when you’re free,” Alex suggested. He said when and not if, enough hope in his voice and those dark eyes that it sounded like an appeal and not an attempt to control her.

“I wouldn’t want you to go to too much trouble,” she said. She had thought arranging playdates would be easier than actual adult dating, but thus far, she’d been wrong.

“Oh, I won’t. I’ll go to Kaminsky’s and stock up. I’m friends with the owners,” he said. “I should say, I’m friends with Theo and Ivan doesn’t outright loathe me and allows me to eat his pastry. If you are not Theo, that is about as close to friends as you can get with him.”

“Sounds like my friend Gen’s boyfriend David, except substitute updating all my devices so I don’t get hacked or locked out of my bank account for petit fours and apple turnovers,” Alina said.

“That’s what you’d like, apple turnovers?” Alex asked, looking at her with a degree of focus that started out as unnerving and then suddenly felt warmer than appraisal, too thoughtful to be mere flirtation.

“You don’t have to—” Alina began, cut off when the kids were released, much like a swarm of infuriated bees or the Charge of the Light Brigade, Eli running a credible Olympic qualifying sprint with her latte-splattered knees as the finish line, a dark-haired little girl with neatly braided hair arriving slightly more decorously in Alex’s embrace; he’d instantly dropped into an unfairly elegant crouch to receive his daughter, while Alina planted her feet to take on the onslaught of Hurricane Eli. 

“Papa, you have to tell Baba not to eat snails anymore because Ms. Costas got one and it’s got a name and snails are people too,” Cosima announced, small hands planted on her father’s shoulders.

“Its name is Greg,” Eli said, as if the four of them were having a conversation, which Alina now supposed was the actual truth. 

“So, a boy snail,” Alex said.

“No,” Cosima said. “Just Greg.”

“Can we go to the park, Mommy? You said we could. Can we bring meatballs?” Eli asked.

“Not today, buddy,” Alina said, bracing herself for a tantrum or a closing argument worthy of Clarence Darrow or Judge Judy. 

“You said—”

“Your mom said we could have a playdate on Saturday and that is in two days,” Alex interjected. “Cosima and I are going to bring a blanket and some treats. We could include meatballs too.”

“Don’t,” Alina said. Alex’s expression went blank but Cosima and Eli’s both looked mutinous and on the verge of tears. It was amazing Ms. Costas could stand firm regarding quiet time in the face of such unified disapproval. “I just meant, don’t worry about meatballs. Meatballs is Mr. Lanstov’s cat. He’s our neighbor, we help out a little—”

“Yeah, because Mr. Lantsov is a million years old,” Eli said. “He said to call him Niko, but Mommy says that’s not polite because he’s so old.”

“We could bring apple turnovers then,” Alex said. “And maybe some catnip for Meatballs. It would be nice to make everyone happy.”

For @vesperass-anuna and @aloveforjaneausten who were wanting a modern AU for Darklina where our two unhappy characters meet at school picking up their kiddos.

[dreamsofalife]

Get to Know Me Meme

Name: Cryptie Pronouns: She/her but also fine with they/them Sexuality: Fairly certain I have one Single or Taken: Single, considering I'm most likely aro but that's a whole story on its own

THREE FACTS

-I have held a human skull before. -I'm a type 1 diabetic and was diagnosed at around age 4 -I collect LOL Dolls and probably have at least 100 or so by now, counting doubles

EXPERIENCE

HOW LONG - Since I was around 13 or 14, so...14 years now?

WHAT PLATFORMS - fanfiction.net forums, a few privately owned forum sites I don't remember the names of, formspring (yes I'm THAT old), twitter, discord, and ofc tumblr! I mostly just use tumblr now, as about 90% of the sites I used are either defunct or you literally could not pay me to go back.

BEST EXPERIENCE - This is nearing 10 or so years ago, but my friend group and I did this huge group plot where one of my muses got turned into a vampire and kept attacking my other muse (who was actually a proto version of Shy!) and eventually the whole group had to get together to try and stop him. Friends were forced to betray each other. People got brainwashed, leading to severe PTSD and becoming a shutin for awhile. One guy literally got his head cut off and his brain put into a robot. It was fucking amazing.

MUSE TYPE

FEMALE OR MALE - Female. I have a hard time understanding guys, and women come more naturally to me ig.

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT - None of the above? I love fluff and angst, smut isn't really my cup of tea because like. Aroace spectrum. But I honestly prefer adventure. I miss adventure plots. And horror.

PLOT OR MEMES - Memes! I'm good at "yes, and" ing people but not coming up with things on my own.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES - Both? Both is good. I don't judge based on length, and I'm in the camp of "write what you feel", so if you feel like writing a novel? Write a novel. If a few sentences will do, then it'll do perfectly.

BEST TIME TO WRITE - Whenever I'm awake and within access of internet. Literally just whenever I can.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES? - It's less that I have muses and more that I have several dumping grounds for my different neuroses. AKA...yes, for the most part. Some of my muses, like Shy, are inspired by personal experience and things that I've wanted to see in fiction but never got. Others, like Liza, or even Joy, are people that I have very little in common with, but sort of went "okay, this is what makes sense for someone who does this" and fashioned a personality out of.

[zurko48]

Ruh-roh Raggy my body is trying to kill me again!

[savannahjamesauthor]

Some of my favorite Threads I’ve posted

[mogai-headcanons]

Bendu from Vs. Dave and Bambi: Golden Apple Edition is an autistic queer yellowgender catgender lemongender tacocatgender keyboardgender musicgender rainbowcoric  scenecoric memegender fortnitegender rickrollgender nyangender keysmashgender trans man with ADHD and special interests in memes and music who is Keyboard Cat kin and uses he/him and it/its pronouns!

He's queerplatonic partners with Zambi, a canonically disabled straight bluegender hotdopupgender blueberrygender foodcoric bluerazgender amongdripgender trans man with ADHD, anger issues, and a special interest in cooking who uses he/him and they/them pronouns!

The two are friends with Bandu, an autistic psychotic canonically panromantic asexual greengender angelgender applegender candygender gummyic pizzacatgender pizzagender auticatgender autigender BBQbungergender catcoric catgender chaoscoric chaosgender frenzygender furgender lowpolygender scenecoric sparklefurgender spongebobgender tbhgender trans man with ADHD, OSDD, and type one diabetes who uses he/him and they/them pronouns!

They're also friends with Bandu's canon boyfriend Cameo from Phobic Funkin', an autistic canonically gay yellowgender purplegender pinkgender rainbowgender angelgender autipupgender furgender pupgender rainbowcoric energydrinkgender fortnitegender robloxgender spongebobgender tetrisgender trans man who uses he/him pronouns!

Bandu's alter Badai is an autistic asexual pinkgender auticatgender demongender batgender bitelexic boybeast catgender chaoscoric monstergender spookpinkplushic vampcatgender vampiregender violencegender sparklefurgender queer transmasculine beast with ADHD, type one diabetes, and anger issues who uses he/him and it/its pronouns!

Bandu's sibling Expunged from Vs. Dave and Bambi is an aromantic asexual autoromantic autosexual canonically genderfluid redgender blackgender bitelexic chaoscoric chaosgender cyberdamned cybergender eldritchine glitchcoric glitchgender hategender lowpolygender monstergender staticgender violencegender being with ADHD who uses they/them, it/its, she/her, he/him, and all pronouns, as well as mirror pronouns!

Cameo is Fortnite Duos with Pan, a canonically pansexual pan-pan-pan pinkgender pangender foodcoric pangolingender fortnitegender man who uses he/him pronouns!

Cameo's younger brother Hunter is a canonically aroace browngender gungender raccogender nerfgender man who uses he/him pronouns!

Expunged's creation Brobgonal is an autistic queer greengender boybeast chaosgender demongender frenchtoastpupic skunkgender man with ADHD, type one diabetes, and Tourette's who uses he/him and it/its pronouns!

He's dating another creation of Expunged, Barbu, an autistic canonically gay canonically transgender bluegender angelgender frenchtoastpupic honeygender raccoongender demiboy who uses he/him and they/them pronouns!

Brobgonal sees Expunged as a vaguely parental figure, while Barbu does not!

dni link

[fictionkinfessions]

(canon heads)

pulls out my comically long docs with headcanons /silly (these aren't all of them, but a good chunk of them)

Collei - diabetic (type 1); mobility aids user as a result of the Eleazar (which I think she'd still have, or at least long-term side effects if it healed) (crutches but also ambulatory wheelchair user); I know they're not the same thing but I like the hcs/thoughts of her sewing, crocheting, or knitting as a hobby, it sounds fitting

Freminet - still has his late mother's pendant and if it's not worn, it's on Pers or gets attached to the handle of his claymore later on; ends up meeting Gaming when he & the twins visited Liyue during that recent cooking event- new friend?; plushie version of Pers to cuddle or carry around the Hearth while the 'normal' one is taken on missions with him and used in combat

Lyney - insert that one meme of the kid who shot their parent with an arrow in the shoulder and they're waiting in the waiting room. that w/ him & Arlecchino; besides Rosseland, he had another black cat that's technically his sister's but seems to like him enough to stick around, called Smokey; having cat ears & tail like his sister and the slit-pupil cat eyes that also do the thing w/ the pupils going reaaaaally big

Nameless Bard - tried wine once and hated it (tried it the next day anyway); in the context of an instance where they were revived or survived the revolt, excruciating pain in the areas where they were shot with arrows; astraphobia (lightning storm phobia) also in the case of surviving the revolt 'cus y'know... god of STORMS; does not know to use a windglider, it takes like 2 whole weeks minimum to figure it out

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[med4lif3]

Diabetes (research post)

Diabetes is a chronic disease of varying types in which issues occur with insulin production or regulation

How's it caused?:

Type 1 diabetes: A chronic condition in which the pancreas produces an insufficient to none amount of insulin (hormone that allows glucose to be processed and enter into cells to create energy).

Type 2 and prediabetes: Similar to type 1 diabetes, the pancreas fails to produce enough insulin and the body is unable to use insulin which eventually leads to high levels of blood sugar. 

Gestational diabetes: This type of diabetes occurs in pregnant women and its cause is unknown. It has been theorized that the placenta will produce hormones that prohibit the mother's ability to regulate and use insulin.

Symptoms?:

Increased thirst

Frequent urination

Increased hunger 

Fatigue

Slow healing sores

Genital itching (Gestational diabetes

Treatment?:

For type 1 diabetes patients, they're treated with doses of insulin either by a daily injection or an insulin pump.

For type 2 diabetes patients are encouraged to lose weight and exercise, keeping their diet in check as type 2 diabetes is linked to obesity. Diabetes medications (such as ozempic) or insulin therapy may be given if dietary changes and exercise are insufficient in managing blood sugar.

Similarly patients with gestational diabetes manage the disease either through a healthier diet and exercise or insulin depending on their progression.

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Note: this one resonates a bit since my country (lol the us) is well known for our high rates of diabetics and it also runs in my family but to keep things lighthearted i remade this meme i saw a while ago w my own twist