#ankles in braces rn

[troglobite]

i love* when chronic pain flares up SUPER fucking bad for no discernible reason, completely canceling all plans and hopes i had for the day

*fucking loathe w my entire existence

#ankles in braces rn #have taken a lot of aleve today #laid on heating pad #did not stretch but slightly massaged #that pain has gotten slightly better but now my whole body aches in various locations #this fucking sucks ass dude i'm TIRED #like i'm actually tired and also i'm tired of this bullshit #at least let it be a LITTLE predictable y'know? #lemme be like ah shit i brought this one on myself whoops #but today was just like ??? the fuck? WHY TODAY??? #anyway i was going to wash and change all of my sheets #and also maybe get some work in and some gameplanning in #BUT FUCK ME I GUESS HUH!!!! #this is the most i've typed all day bc my hands and arms have been hurting so badly! #also if i have to be understanding of my mom's shitty moods i'm gonna need her to understand #that i'm not personally mad at her when i fucking snap or complain or seem down #I AM IN LITERAL CHRONIC PAIN PLEASE JUST LET ME BE FUCKING CRABBY

[werewolf-transgenderism]

the tension between Extremely Hot Weather and needing to wear compression braces on my fucked up joints

#it is 91°F in the bronx right now and I don't have AC and I live on the top floor of my building 😔 #and my hands hurt and my knees hurt and my ankles hurt and my joints are all hyperextendy #but the sheer sensory hell of putting on compression braces rn...... #Imagine if I could afford ring splints and an unloader brace for my fucked up right knee #text

[sameteeth]

ok. sister thinks its just a sprain (this makes sense and i trust her)

#i would trust her over a lot of other people. however nothing feels real rn #i am doing grounding activities (ice on my ankle and also eating icecream) however annoying roommate who never cleans is cleaning so things #are a bit wonky rn. might try ti draw i have music like water in my ears rightnnow but hope is not lost i will still be able to walk #ideally i run a half marathon in a week so we r gonna RICE like fuckin crazy. gonna pick up an ankle brace or ace bandages tomorrow 👍 #i hate being like this but whatever. at least im alive. i am surviving these long hours #canis speaks

[oflgtfol]

i must say my body pain is a lot better since ending accutane but theres still these lingering effects that are annoying the fuck out of me since they wont go away. like yeah i can walk without limping again but my hip pain is still JUST ENOUGH that i cant walk without being painfully aware of the fact that i am walking. i can walk with zero heel pain again except when i stand up after a long time then i can feel my heels in pain again. like im not as absolutely bowled over by this anymore but its still present and its annoying as fuck like just go away already

#brot posts #then again this is also how the pain started - just little annoyances that i could power through without much effort #so maybe it’ll be the last thing to go then #gaussian distribution of pain intensity like this is just it fizzling out now #anyway besides all that my wrist is flaring up #which is separate from all this bc my wrists were the one thing my accutane shit never affected #so rn my wrist is actually the worst pain in my whole body not my hips or ankles #but its still so annoying to have to walk around with so many braces and wraps on me #my hip pain does get worse when i dont wear my brace so im like well maybe then i should wear it !! #maybe its helping me heal better !! #but its so annoying to wear it in conjunction with my wrist brace

[thebearer]

I have a violent mental image of coming home from a girls night after ~a few too many bevvies~ seeing ur hot ass man waiting at home and being like ive literally been wanting to fuck u all night and carmy is like uhh baby youre drunk, we absolutely arent doing that rn, can i offer you a snack perhaps and him dealing w his drunk and now emo girl abt how he wont touch u so he clearly doesnt think ur attractive😭

Carmen had a love hate relationship with your girl's night.

Not in the asshole-jagoff protective "I don't trust my girl" fragile masculinity way, but more so in the- and Carmen meant this in the nicest way, he did- that you were a mess when you were drunk.

He'd offered to pick you up, waiting on the curb outside the restaurant while you hugged and waved your friends goodbye before stumbling over to his car.

"Your Uber's here." Carmen grinned, leaning over to push the door open for you.

"Oh, he's a hot Uber driver, too." You grin, plopping into the seat. "Five stars already." You rasp, your lips hovering over his for a sloppy, sweet kiss.

Carmen's blushing, tasting the wine you drank on your tongue. He can feel the flush in your cheeks, the way your hand threads through the curls at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer and closer to you. You'd been drinking wine, so that meant Carmen was in for a night.

The whole ride home, you were handsy. Carmen nearly crashed the car when you palmed his dick unexpectedly through his jeans, grabbing his groin with a tiny smile.

"C'mon," Carmen's breath hitched, gripping the steering wheel hard. "Let go of me, Angel."

"Don't be mean t'me tonight, Carmy, I missed you." You whined, lip jutting dramatically, head falling against the headrest.

"'m not being mean." Carmen looked over at you pointedly, already seeing your lids droop, the small puffs of air passing out of your lips.

"You are." You grumbled, eyes still closed.

Carmen snorted lightly, but let you rest, slumped against the head rest while he fought his way through Chicago traffic and back to the apartment.

There, you'd seemed to gotten revamped even in your sleepy state. Carmen was helping you out of your clothes, you sprawled out on the bed, letting him shimmy your top off when you wrapped your legs around his hips, locking at the ankles and pushing on his back so he was flush against you.

Carmen grunted, hands bracing by your head to stop him while you laughed wildly. "Hey, Carmy." You smiled, glassy eyes dazzling up at him, bottom lip rolling between your teeth.

"What're you doin'?" Carmen couldn't help but laugh, small and breathy, but you were nothing if not persistent. A woman who knew what she wanted, and Carmen respected that.

"Carmy, I told you." You whined, hands wrapping around his neck. "I missed you tonight." Carmen just laughed. You pouted, head swimming while the room spun around you. "I wanna have sex, Carm."

Carmen snorted at your bluntness, pressing a small kiss to the corner of your mouth, trailing light kisses up your arm so you'd release your grip on him. "How about in the morning? When you're feelin'... better." Better was the last thing you'd be in the morning, Carmen knew that, which is why he set out the Advil already.

"You're no fun, Carm." You pouted dramatically, flopping over on your side, still naked from his failed attempts to put clothes on you.

"Baby, please, let me put your sleep clothes on-"

"-No, it's...it's fine, Carm. I'm hot anyways." You mutter, eyes drooping shut already, snuggled into the soft pillows.

Carmen rolled his eyes, wrestling you under the covers before slipping beside you. He had to turn the other way, away so his back was to yours, hoping and willing his erection to die down so he could sleep. He couldn't help how flustered he got, knowing you were naked next to him, hearing you beg to fuck him. And he would, he would fuck you in the morning, when you were sober and a little hungover, clinging to him and claiming his dick was the best hangover remedy there ever was. But for now, he was just happy you were home here, next to him and asleep.

#thebearer #carmen berzatto #bearblahs #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto fluff #the bear #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto fic #carmy berzatto #carmy smut #carmen berzatto x female!reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto x you #carmy x reader #carmen berzatto fanfiction #carmy berzatto fluff #the bear fx

[becca-e-barnes]

Ok but what about submissive!dbf!bucky with a praise kink? Maybe one found accidentally? In the drabble where the reader wanted to say he was beautiful, what if she does and he just moans?? What if the word the reader is looking for is pretty? Imagine calling an older man pretty and he nearly finishes just from that?

Back to my current favourite, submissive!dbf!bucky bc I can't get enough of him rn, I have so much I want to talk about

Because ohhhh, I love the thought of him being so totally obsessed with going down on you, to the point that he'd almost do anything just for a taste of you.

And maybe he'd seen you in a pretty little dress at a get-together at your house. Maybe a birthday party or something. You had both been keeping up appearances, pretending nothing is going on between you because he's your father's best friend but he'd taken the risk and approached you, leaning over and whispering in your ear. "Next time I get you alone, I'm going to lick from your ankle to your cunt." That's all he says, his hand rests on your lower back and you barely feel the heat of it through your dress before it's gone again. God, you hope that's a promise.

Of course it is. As soon as he gets a chance to sneak away from everyone else the two of you are tiptoeing up the stairs to your bedroom. After a fierce few minutes of intensely making out, he's laid you gently onto the bed, pushing the skirt of your dress out of the way. He doesn't waste a second, his lips on the inside of your ankle, humming contently as he kisses his way up the expanse of bare skin.

For a man who's kissed every inch of your body, he never seems to get tired of it. His slight scruff scratches your skin and it's lovely to be reminded of how intensely he's worshipping your body.

"You look. So. Fucking. Breathtaking." The words are muffled against your skin, his lips trailing hungry kisses up to your knee. One of his hands holds your leg, keeping you still while the other slips higher under your skirt.

You brace yourself for the groan you know he's going to grace you with and when it comes, it doesn't disappoint. The fingertips of his index and pointer finger trail lazily across your bare sex, gliding easily thanks to the evidence of your arousal.

"No panties?" His fingers keep teasing you, trailing from your fluttering entrance to your clit and back again, giving himself time to decide where he wants to start.

"I took them off after you told me your plan and so far you've let me down." If this were any other night, he'd probably tell you to watch your mouth before he fills it but tonight is not that night. Tonight he's desperate to taste you; to walk back down those stairs, look you in the eyes for the rest of the evening, knowing he made you cum against his mouth and no one else in the room can tell. Then jerk off to the memory tonight when he's back in his own bed.

He wastes no more time after that, flattening his tongue against your ankle and purposefully trailing it up your leg to your knee, then on up your thigh. At the same time, he eases his two fingers inside you, curling them against the soft, velvety wall of your cunt.

You hold the skirt of your dress out of the way so you can see him latch his mouth onto your clit, sucking gently and flicking his tongue while he curls his fingers inside you.

This is fucking magical. You know his mouth is flooded with the taste of you, your fingers tangled in his hair to keep his mouth pressed against you. "Fuck, that's perfect." It's the only way to describe the sensation of his mouth and fingers working you in tandem.

He's lost in it. His eyes are closed in concentration, determined to give you what you need. He needs to please you and it's not a need you've instilled in him. It's one he's always had.

"You're so pretty, do you know that?" It's bouncing around in your head and you feel like you need to say it.

He groans against your sex and you don't think anything of it until he mumbles "Please don't call me that. Not right now." His fingers work you faster but your hazy, pleasure addled brain still manages to ask him why.

" 'Cause sweetheart, I don't want to cum in these trousers. I don't have a change of clothes. Didn't even know I was into that." He sounds smaller, almost pleading with you, palming his cock through his dark jeans.

"But you're gorgeous, Buck. You have no idea how pretty you are with your head between my legs." The moan he emits is so rewarding you swear you could get off on that alone, never mind his renewed need to make you finish quickly before you get him to a point of desperation.

#asks answered <3 #anon #becca writes spice #dbf!bucky #dad's best friend!bucky #sub!dbf!bucky #sub!bucky #this brings 'touch tank' by Quinnie to mind #I wrote a piece for work this week and I'm stupidly excited for it to be printed #it was just like 400 words for a brochure #but it's the very top of the first page on that brochure #so it's the first thing people will read #I really like the tone it sets #I have the coolest outfit for the event I'm presenting at this week #I've got a black jumpsuit that's off one shoulder #AND IT'S GOT A LITTLE CAPE ATTACHED #it's so pretty #just a shame my hairdresser can't take me until next week 😭 #and on the house search I've found another one I like so I've got my good vibes back

[semiotomatics]

😭😭 literally sobbing rn you guys, my ankle braces arrived n ive been wearing them for a couple hours now and they!! feel!! amazing!!! i can't wait to wear them outside (fingers crossed i can wear shoes w them lol) so i can see how much of a difference they make. also gonna sleep w them tonight (or whenever i manage to sleep :/) to see if that helps w my pain at night/when i wake up!!

#personal spewage #i freaking love braces yall #i wish i could brace every part of my body #ive already got wrist braces that i've had forever #unfortunately theyre--idk what youd call them. restrictive? they actually prevent movement rather than just limiting it #so they dont rly work for like. everyday wear #next up: back brace #also possibly knee braces #do they make shoulder braces??? god i would love shoulder braces #tempted by the finger ones but idk #my fingers arent super hypermobile #would be curious to try them tho

[labyrinth-runner]

Cyclone

Word count: ~1200

Warnings: Um its kinda p*rn without plot but I’m not apologizing for it

Pairing: Beau “Cyclone” Simpson x Fem! Reader

Cyclone: a system of winds rotating inward to an area of low atmospheric pressure, with a counterclockwise (northern hemisphere) or clockwise (southern hemisphere) circulation; a depression.

He never talked about work.

You knew that was an order, not a choice.

Still, it didn't make it easier to watch him come home and have to listen to the silence that had settled in between you. There was a tension in his jaw that hadn't left in days. 

Your door closed with a definitive click. You heard him drop his keys on the cabinet in the hall. His footsteps were swift.

“Beau-” You barely got his name out before you found yourself pressed against his chest, his lips pressed into yours. His arms crushed you to him, and you knew. Whatever had happened today had made him grateful to be alive. 

He didn’t need to talk. He needed you. His hands unbuttoned your cotton shirt as he walked you back against the wall. His lips trailed down, down, down. Down your neck. Down the valley of your breasts. Down your abdomen as he got on his knees. His hands tugged down your skirt before sliding up your thighs. He didn’t even look at your face as he threw your leg over his shoulder, his thumb hooking the bottom of your underwear to pull them to the side. He buried his face in you, twirling his tongue around your clit.

Your head tilted back and your ceiling tiles became blurry as your breath hitched in your throat. You braced yourself against the wall, sucking in a breath as his tongue slipped inside you.

His eyes flicked up to you, then, before working you over harder with his tongue. Your hand fisted the shoulder of his tan shirt. A whine ripped from your throat as he pulled back. He stood to capture your lips with his. You could taste yourself on his tongue. Beau lifted you, his large, rough hands on your ass as he carried you to the bedroom. 

You landed on the bed with an unceremonious bounce, watching with wide doe eyes as he began to strip, not even caring where his clothes landed. He was usually so meticulous. So put together. 

“You’re thinking,” he commented as he undid his belt buckle.

“What happened today?” you asked, curiosity getting the better of you.

He swallowed, looking away. “I can’t.”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Beau-”

He gripped your ankles, using them to pull you to the end of the bed. His forefinger hooked under your chin, tilting you up to look at him. “Please.”

His brow crinkled in the way you knew you couldn’t say no to. You’d accepted long ago that you’d never get explicit answers from him. That was just who Beau was. It was who the Navy turned him into. 

You nodded, pushing his white under-tee up to plant a kiss under his navel. Your hands splayed across his chest, pushing the offending fabric up the planes of his chest until he tugged it over his head. Your nimble fingers worked at his buttons, undoing his pants. Hooking your thumbs under the waistbands of his pants and underwear, you tugged them down to free him. You ran your hands up the backs of his thighs, settling on his hips after a quick detour to smack his ass. Leaning forward, you wrapped your mouth around his tip.

“Fuck.” His hand slipped into your hair, tangling in your locks and pulling you roughly against him. 

You relaxed your mouth around him, determined to not let him take full control. Rhythmically, you bobbed back and forth, your tongue working circles on his shaft. He squeezed his eyes shut as he grunted, rocking his hips against your mouth. You breathed in the scent of him, sandalwood and bergamot. Your eyes closed as your tongue swept over him, twirling around the tip. He yanked you back, the abruptness causing you to look up at him.

He swallowed, his knee landing on the bed between your thighs. You smirked, playfully grinding against his leg.

“Tease.” He let out a ragged breath, ripping your underwear down your legs.

Your eyes raked over his body, taking in every ridge and valley. “I’d be a tease if I weren’t about to let you fuck me, Vice Admiral.”

“Oh?” He traced a single finger up your leg, the barest hint of a touch. 

“Now who’s the tease?” you asked, watching in anticipation as his finger got closer and closer to your core. 

When his eyes met yours, they were full of lust. You hooked your leg around him, tugging him down to you. Your bodies crashed together, your lips capturing his as he knelt between your legs. He guided himself into you, exhaling as he bottomed out.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he ground out.

His hand squeezed your ass as he rocked into you. You rolled up to meet him with every thrust until he flipped your stomach. Then, all you could do was sit there and take it as his hands gripped your hips, pulling you back against him as he pounded into you relentlessly. The sound of your skin slapping together echoed in your ears. His hand settled at the back of your neck, pushing you down into the mattress to increase the angle. You cried out as he filled you.

“Fuck, baby, I’m close,” he ground out, his thumb gently caressing your neck was almost jarring against the grip he had on your body. 

You felt your own release threatening to take over, gripping you. You were a boat caught in a tumultuous cyclone, being pulled in every which way. Then, for one brief moment, the eye of the storm, and then it all came crashing down. Wave after wave rushing over you as he continued the pursuit of his own release, holding you up by your hips. And then he found it, your name and a curse spilling out from his lips.

He collapsed beside you on the bed, his breath coming out in pants. Sweat coated his chest in a sheen as he ran a hand through his hair before tucking the arm behind his head.

You turned over, laying your head on his chest. You gently traced your finger over his erratic heart. “How many did you lose today?”

“None,” he admitted. “But we almost lost one of the best.”

“I thought you hated Maverick.”

“That doesn’t change that he’s one of the best.”

You kissed his cheek. “So are you.”

He looked down at you, shaking his head slightly. “I’ll never admit it to him, but he’s a better pilot than me. If anyone else had flown that mission, I don’t think they all would’ve made it back.” He cupped your cheek, running his thumb over your cheek. “I don’t even think I could’ve made it back.”

“Beau-”

He leaned down to kiss you. It was a sweet kiss, the kind that reminded you why you loved him, and that underneath all his frigidity, he had a heart.

#beau cyclone simpson #Cyclone x reader #beau cyclone simpson x reader #top gun fanfic #sinful sunday

[red-might-be-dead]

alright, alright fine, ugh, i'll drop some more headcanons GOD -- (no one asked for these, they have been forced upon you, deal with it) --

just a reminder that tilin 100% braids flippa's hair and that it is like my favourite headcanon alskajkaksfjls

- juanaflippa wears braces

that's the whole thing, idk what you want me to tell you, they are the same purple as the java minecraft wool texture, deal with it.

- juanaflippa hates these kinds of shoes -- (definitely not me projecting onto her nope uh uh) --

not for any reason other than the fact the lack of pressure around her ankles and the part of her legs above them makes her extremely uncomfortable. -

she likes to wear hightops that she ties pretty tightly so that there is pressure on her lower leg and it makes her feel comfortable :) -

she also hates those stupid ass trainer socks cos wtf are those, she'd much rather wear longer socks, no matter how mismatched it makes her outfit look -- (i have a juanaflippa design that i might show at some point if i get it looking right :D) -- .

- juanaflippa loves to paint (precious angelll)

she paints all the time with her dads and likes to paint flowers and butterflies on photos, she also paints flowers on the walls of her room and on the walls of tilin's room too -- (not without permission ofc, she's a good kid) -- -

whenever she paints she manages to get it somewhere on her, whether it's on her hands, her face, her shirt, it always gets somewhere. most often the ends of her braids, no matter how hard she tries they often end up with at least a little paint on them :,) -

her dads have her paintings hung up all around their homes, the walls of slime's house are absolutely covered in her little drawings and paintings, as in they are ON the walls -- (he thought 'the property value is shit anyway, maybe when flippa is a famous artist we can sell this house and buy a massive ass mansion') -- , but mariana just has them on paper, as his house is actually nice -- (he thinks it would look nicer with juana's art all over it but he might need to sell his house one day and no matter how nice her art is it will lower the property value, and he would NEVER paint over them either) -- but he thinks that having drawings on paper is better as he can take them with him wherever he goes :)

- slime wears his wedding ring on a chain (this was for my character design purposes mwahahaha)

he is part slime so some of him is just made of it, his left cheek, the middle and lower part of his right leg, almost the entire left half of his torso and the lower part of his left arm are slime -- (meaning you can see his skeleton in these places but shhh this is irrelevant rn) -- . but due to his gelatinous body, specifically on his left arm, it means that heavy things, like a metal wedding ring, will sink right through him and end up catching on his bone

uhhh, i hope you enjoyed :]

#qsmp #qsmp headcanons #slimecicle #el mariana #juanaflippa #slimeriana #fliporiana #you can thank the little brain worms that whisper things in my head at 2am for all of my silly little headcanons <3 #I HOPE YOU LIKE THEM PLEASE TELL ME I READ LIKE ALL OF THE REBLOGS THEY MAKE ME SO HAPPY :D #red rambles relentlessly

[angelstrawbabie420]

ankle update it is still super fucked up. i’m wearing an ankle brace constantly which helps quite a bit. generally it doesn’t hurt too bad beyond super painful random shooting pain but i don’t have full range of motion and part of it’s still completely numb. grateful to be mostly mobile but i’m terrified of pushing myself/walking too much and injuring it further. also terrified of seeing a doc and needing surgery or some shit bc i cannot be further immobilized rn lol i have no car nor anyone to drive me.

#👍👍👍👍👍

[n7viper]

HEY i was creeping in maeves tag can you tell me about her too if you want??? Like fave songs for her or fave weapons or just whats on your mind about her rn!

Ooh, thank you for asking! :3 This got away from me and is rambly, so strap in. But first, I’ve got a playlist for her here:

A lot of it is angsty because that’s just the kind of music I listen to lol. It’s a bit of a mix - the first part is sad angsty music, then it goes into a handful of Mae/Crow songs, and then finally into some sort of “happy” songs. I update this every so often, so there will be more OTP and happy songs in the future. I’ve just been a little depressed in the first half of the year, and her playlist has suffered for it 😅

A bonus fact before we get into my rambling is that her tag (Maezi) is a nickname that I imagine Saint giving her. I don’t think I ever said that here, now that I think about it? It really just came about because I was thinking of her normal nickname combined with her last initial, Mae Z. It sounded like Maisy when I said it aloud, and it also sounds like a funny name someone would give her, Saint being an obvious first choice. I spell it like that because her last name is Zin.

Mae is my main guardian, one half of my Young Wolf pair. I only recently started playing D1, so I don’t have a ton of info about that time. For D2, I’ve mentioned in a few random places (so forgive me if you’ve seen this) that I started playing a few months before Forsaken came out and then left sometime around Season of the Drifter, I believe. I didn’t come back until last year, about halfway through Season of Plunder. So there are a lot of gaps in Mae’s story and things that I haven’t really thought about because of having to rely on going back to watch videos on Youtube to absorb the story. So as a general disclaimer, things change in her development A LOT. I know this is normal for OC creation, but I always feel really insecure about it. There are already some things from just a few months ago that I've retconned. So yeah lol

Mae is a jack-of-all-trades hunter who is primarily an arcstrider, sometimes nightstalker (spectral blades). She is capable of using solar light but chooses not to, and doesn’t often rely on either of the Darkness subclasses. For long-range combat, she prefers bows; Wish-Ender and Le Monarque most often (no, I’m not projecting that at all). Melee and close-quarters combat is more of her jam, though. She most often uses hand cannons and SMGs, swords and glaives for actual melee. For armour exotics, it’s a little complicated. In an ideal world, she would wear Liar’s Handshake and have some leg armour that looks like ST0MP-EE5 but don’t necessarily function as they do in game. She wears (fake) stompies because of their bracing; she has a persistent stasis-induced injury to her right ankle that is not easily healed. (Things might have changed on this since BL was quite some time ago, but Ghost repeatedly says in that campaign that there isn’t much he can do to fight stasis. Seems like if you got a shard of that embedded in your skin or in a joint, it would be difficult for a Ghost to heal, even if the shard was removed. That’s my thought process on this little aside.)

This is her canon armour, as long as you pretend that those hardened basilisk vambraces are Liar's Handshake :P

High level overview of what I currently have in mind for her general story — the other half of my little YW pair (Phaeston) dies between Curse of Osiris and Warmind. She handles this pretty poorly. Phaeston had been with Mae since she was revived, and they’re sort of a platonic bonded pair. She feels a little lost without him, feels like it was her fault (WIP), and becomes a bit reclusive. She has a pretty significant shift in personality as a trauma response, going from being a playful hunter to a quiet and solitary lone wolf. Cayde tries to help in his own way, feeling like she may be feeling like he did after Andal died (not that he would ever admit that to her). It only sort of helps and mostly just makes things worse after he dies too. She feels a little skeptical of the Vanguard after she kills Uldren and takes an extended assignment to the Dreaming City to help Petra try to contain the curse cycle. Anything between the end of the Forsaken campaign and Season of the Lost is mostly just a WIP.

Mae is also a Crow-mance because I am weak lol. Loosely, Crow is the one who takes the lead in their relationship and initiates it in the first place. Mae originally takes him under her wing as a sort of protégé, remembering what it was like for her when she was trying to find her footing as a guardian. She also feels mildly guilty for his early life, whether she necessarily should or not. He’s a good catalyst for getting her back to her old self and getting her to reconnect with her friends, but I do want to stress that it’s the early mentor/mentee relationship that does this, not the romantic one.

These days, she’s doing about as well as most guardians can be, I suppose. I haven’t even started thinking about her mental state this season with [potential spoiler] bringing up past regrets for several of the main seasonal cast. I’m still stuck in past seasons 😂 I could ramble on for an eternity about Forsaken and Season of the Haunted if you let me.

God uhhhhh idk if this really answered much of anything, but it’s been 2 hours since I started typing some of this out, so I should just call it here. I’m trying to get better about engaging with ask games again, so hopefully I can answer some specific things in the future.

#alkdjslfkdj thank you for sending this!! #maezi

[theb00mbitches]

Im very hashtag yaes bitch rn

Pro's of today :

Met new kid through friend by them yelling "Im gay" at a rainbow and me also yelling "Holy shit dude, me to" at rainbow

Went on 2 walks

Had 3 bottles of water

Hung out with some old friends

Named cats with my friend

Made some banger ass cookies

Did a analysis on Great Expectations which is now hung up on our English teachers 'GSCE example' board

Socially interacted with my nans work friend who comes over after work

Cons of today :

Got run over by a bike and have an ankle brace thing on [Pro to that situation: Biker was fine dont worry, they got rammed into the pavement by a douche bag ass car, the biker thankfully remained unharmed]

Science teacher made me stand in front of the class to recite the periodic table to show a 'good example' to the class which then lead to me fucking up and crying in front of everyone

Today altogether? 9/10, proud of myself tbh minus science

#tom.txt #Tom rambles #My day is ok #Im ok #Feeling slay rn

[glamourooze]

I just wanna rant for a bit because I'm at a tipping point rn and need to get this off my chest before I explode.

Ok, so I'm disabled. Hello. I have rheumatoid arthritis and have had it since I was twelve, so over half my life and until the end of time. I am also an artist which my arthritis (lol) doesn't like. If I want to make art then my time, energy, motivation, and creativity levels all have to be in sync along with my pain level. And guess what. They NEVER ARE. I'm in pain rn. My right ankle hurts so badly that it feels like it's going to snap in two, but idk where my ankle brace is or even my wrap, so I have to walk around my house trying to find them. That means I'm putting weight on my bad ankle and/or putting extra weight on my other leg to compensate.

Anyway, I can't find either one to help me, so now I'm in bed and in even MORE pain because the extra weight on my left leg gave me new pain in my shin, knee and hip. Now I have pain in my right forearm and wrist from searching the house. I can't even write or type rn because of my forearm pain. It hurts just typing this up, and I'm going so slow and using my non-dominant hand as much as possible. I want my pain to come after I type, write or draw a lot, not before I get to do anything.

I hate myself for not finishing the art I promised to people, especially art fight. I only got 4 attacks done. That's just 1 a week! I've tried to make things easier for me. I save hands I've drawn so if I'm in a 'pain day' I can copy and paste a few hands instead of drawing them out. Sometimes if I'm not in pain but don't have the energy, I'll just draw a bunch of hands to be used later. Same with, like, bodies. I have a "doll" I guess you could call it, that I drew a while ago that I use as a skeleton for most poses. I already sketched it, so I don't need to hurt myself to get the ball rolling on a new piece of art. I'm also looking into other things to help me like a grip for my tablet pencil so I'm not hurting myself. I tend to grip it super tightly and my hand locks up so I'm stuck in a drawing position. ✍️ <---like that

This is why I barely post art and never publish any fanfics. Most of them are still stuck in my head. I can't get them out because of pain or lack of energy/time. It's a nightmare. If I'm being truthful....sometimes it feels like my disability is keeping me from forming relationships or having friends. I mean, you need the energy to talk to people to even start to form a friendship, and then you need to maintain the relationship. Sometimes I feel like a mermaid and everyone else are the humans I'm not allowed to talk to.

I'm sorry. I feel like I got a little rambly here. And kinda whiny too? Idk. Feel free to ignore me. It's fine. This was long. I’m promise you are not going to hurt my feelings if you ignore this. I just really needed to get all this out.

#my ramblings #personal #disability pride month #disability #rheumatoid arthritis

[fagcrisis]

HI do you have more info about your fursona. I love hearing about other people's they are all so cool💜

aw man my fursona is not really well fleshed out bc i cant draw nor can i afford commissions atm :( my friend samu drew him once tho!! i cant find it rn but its rly cute anyway his name is vándor and hes had serious injuries as a teenager and he walks w a cane+wears braces bc of that, only his knee brace is visible but he wears ankle braces as well and he works at a bar but he doesnt drink bc alcohol makes him dizzy so hes actually a shit bartender. its not a great bar. he has like a pretty short red mohawk and he dresses punk but low effort solike he has ripped sweatpants that he wears and his battle jacket is not very impressive. his boots are mainly being held together by tape at this point

#rumini a zúzmaragyarmaton

[frenchfrywrites]

yeah I have actually had both ankles sprained at the same time! I had to do a ice foot bath(? idk if that’s the right term). you become really good at telling when you’ve sprained it😭

usually just wrapping it with some type of bandage or a brace if you have one! i remember playing basketball with a sprained ankle. didn’t hurt in the moment but afterwards my ankle hurt so bad and was super stiff - idk why i did that💀

- @fatigueeed

Dude?!??! You're literally stronger than any US marine!!!! I just got one hurting rn and it's getting better now (pain meds kickin' in yippee) but I wanted to cut it off bc of how bad it hurt. Cannot imagine playing basketball w a sprained ankle. Wow.

#i cant imagine playing basketball when i got healthy ankles tho.. #i do not have bandage or brace... i think ill b okay tho... 🤞 #french fry replies #fatigueeed

[semiotomatics]

okay been wearing my foot/ankle braces for like 10 hours now and i definitely think theres something Going On w my right sciatic nerve. as far as i can tell ive got both on equally snug and yet, while my left ankle/foot feels great, my right does not. i had a sciatica flare-up that got so bad i had to take the brace off for a bit, and now that its been back on for ~10 minutes im starting to get the same neuropathy symptoms again. it seems to be triggered by my foot being at a right angle, cause when i take the brace off and stretch it out it feels better almost immediately. from my research it looks like that could be bc bending my foot stretches the nerve, whereas straightening my foot relaxes it. this also tracks w other things i can do to relieve the pain, which usually involve relaxing the nerve, vs things that aggravate it, which usually involve stretching it.

and!! additionally!! i found out the sciatic nerve connects to the spinal column around the lower lumbar/upper sacral vertebrae. yknow, right where i have a known malformation. technically theres the S1 lumbarization plus the tilted pelvis, which i wouldnt be surprised at all to find out could cause issues. some rando in reddit mentioned seeing signs of sacroiliitus on my right side too, which, yeah, that absolutely tracks, ive been having SI joint pain on that side for years.

anyway, i dont need to get into my whole medical history rn aldkakfkaf i just like laying it all out like that to prove to myself that there are plausible reasons for my pain other than just "youre fat/out of shape", things that could be diagnosed if only doctors would look. it also helps to know what specific symptoms are potential indicators of stuff like this, so i know what to point out. even saying smth like "chronic sciatic nerve pain/neuropathy radiating from the lumbar/sacral area down to my calf and right foot, activated by stretching the sciatic nerve/lumbar region/leg/foot, worst at night or when sitting/standing, relieved by walking/relaxing the sciatic nerve" gives me a better chance at being taken seriously than just "chronic low back pain". i rly rly hope so anyway :/

#personal spewage #sciatica #chronic pain #i soooo hope i get an mri/ct scan/whatever it is that shows nerve stuff #i wanna know wtf is going on down there #fingers crossed i can soon :s