#bug mom writes

[bugmomwrites]

Weary

Dr Flug x Reader

Stealing my sister’s bf’s HBO password is the second best thing I’ve done this week. Whipping up a solid drabble in 30 minutes and refining it into a whole oneshot in the same night takes first place.

There’s like, one innuendo towards the end but everything else is straight up fluff. Story came to me after reading yet another shady thing a certain airline I won’t name did, but it sounds like “we ain’t going”. I am changing the names so I don’t end up dead in a van somewhere, but if you know you know ;)

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“…And then what happened?”, Flug yawns, looking up at you through his goggles. You smile gently, kissing the front of the bag where his forehead would be.

“Well, according to some sources…the former production and safety manager’s exact words were ‘if anything happens, I didn’t do it myself’,” you respond, reading the article off your phone. Using the same soft voice you use when you read picture books to a sleepy 505, except it was a news article turned Wikipedia rabbit hole.

You two had gone from listening to him explain the differences between a 767 and an Airvan, to him resting his bagged head in your lap as you click on various entries and articles, bouncing information back and forth. The person, a known whistleblower who had retired from the controversial airline a few years ago, had tried many a time to draw attention to the company’s shady practices. For him to die so suddenly, especially as more inside secrets came to light, was too fishy for the public to ignore.

“I’m no detective, but…”

“Assassination?”, you finished for him, raising a brow. The two of you exchanged knowing looks.

“Does the Dreamweaver have flexible wings?”, he grumbles, wrapping his arms around your waist to bury his head further into your tummy. It tickles, but you try not to laugh lest you disturb his rare peace. Moments like these didn’t happen often, and you knew if any of the others were to see you like this, Black Hat would tear you both a new one, and Demencia would never let you hear the end of it.

A few more minutes go by, occasionally filled in with fun facts about the company’s various other incidents that had made the news in the past. You click off of yet another one where a plane was literally falling apart mid-air, having to make an emergency landing in a massive blaze. That was enough internet for today, at this rate you’d never want to hop in a plane again. You carefully set your phone to the side after checking the time.

“If I were him, I wouldn’t have let them get me.”

“I know, Flug.”

“And I would have documented everything.”

“Mhm”, you rest a hand on his back, your own eyes growing heavy.

“I’d go down there and put them back together myself. I’d personally take all of their shitty scrap parts, and make a better airplane than any of those so called professionals,” he says disdainfully.

You smile as he heaves a long sigh, like the weight of the world rests upon his weary shoulders; which isn’t far from the truth, if the way Black Hat nags him and Demencia torments him on a regular basis is any indication. Not to mention raising a son/care bear/science experiment through it all. But even if it’s not quite the whole earth, at the very least it’s the whole company. Everybody ought to give him more credit, himself included.

“If anybody could do such a thing, I know it’d be you, Flug. You’ve always had a brilliant mind.” He hums softly at the praise, feeling quite chuffed to know that at least someone in the manor besides his own son appreciated him not just for all he does, but who he is.

It’s quiet again for a few moments as he drifts in and out of consciousness, your hand gently rubbing his back until he speaks up again a few minutes later.

“And I’ll make you my co-pilot.”

This takes you by surprise, the hand rubbing his back stopping briefly as you let the words settle over the two of you. Reading between the lines was something you found yourself doing almost as often as reading his expression through his paper bag, the man still not quite comfortable enough to outright say all the things he’d had bouncing around in his head to you just yet. Your hand resumes as you test the waters, stuck between delicate hope and fear of possibly scaring him off.

“I…don’t know how to fly a plane. Nor do I have a pilots license.”

“Me neither, but I’ll show you how to do it in the cockpit. I’ll make sure you have a smooth ride for your first time.”

A pregnant pause falls over the both of you, and your whole face heats up, mind processing his words only to take a nosedive into the gutter. You open your mouth to respond only to be met with quiet snores from below, Flug blissfully unaware of the effect of his words.

‘Looks like the week finally caught up to him’, you think. Odds are he might not remember something like that when he woke up, but you could tease him about it later on. For now, you stretch your arms over your head and attempt to make yourself as comfy as possible without disturbing him, sleep beginning to overtake you as well. You glance down once more to where he dozes peacefully for the first time in years, committing it to memory before joining him in slumber.

“Buenas noches, Flug.”

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#bug mom writes #dr flug x reader #dr flug #villainous #reader insert #villanos #Villianous x reader #505

[xboxseries]

eris has been my favorite character for 10. fucking years and i genuinely know more about her than the people writing her. she really might as well be my oc at this point man

#like this does. nothing for her character development. #nothing touching eris in the past 3 years has done anything for her LOL #first they made her The Mom Therapist Character which is nothing. its nothing coming from someone who is that fucked in the head #its genuinely just Misogyny wrapped up in a But Look! She Looks Weird! bundle #and now theyre backtracking and just. making her a hive. the thing she literally hates the most in the world. that killed all her friends #even tho she already 'mastered' hive magic gotta make her the thing that ruined her life! with no further commentary. this is good writing . #mhm mhm sure it sure is lol #also they erased every relationship she had with a woman. ikora eriana mara. in favor of. drifter #and as one of the people who STARTED drifteris it was fine. until they hired a drifteris fanfic writerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr #straight woman that erased a characters existing relationships with other women in favor of her being a self insert. lol #whatever. shes a weird fucking dyke. shes a weird dyke and shed rather ignore your existence and kill bugs than play therapist for you. fuck

[nat-20s]

My ass is not Jewish so I'm gonna have to bug my Jewish friend who's also into comics (hi weeks!!) Into cowriting the most absurd superbat+Clois romcom with canon Jewish Clark Kent I think it's what we as a society fucking deserve and also if I see one more Superman adaptation that goes for christ allegory Superman I'm gonna fucking SNAP

#hi weeks do you wanna help me write a superhero romcom and also hows ur mom #(thats genuine btw is she still around rn??) hell her hi from me ur internet friend!! #i could also bug cass but i don't think shes into comics lol #i could probably get her into lois and clark the new adventures of superman tho..hmm

[daydadahlias]

i always think it's crazy how, as a child, i was definitely on track to becoming a serial killer but then one day i just decided not to be

#like i was #violent #i was biting kids #and hurting other children #and i felt no remorse #my imaginary friends were DEAD KIDS #that i had concocted horrible terrifying deaths for #i was like 'yeah this is my imaginary friend Sam. he was kidnapped once and forced into slavery and then when escaping he was hit by a car' #LIKE WHAT??? #WHATTTTT??? #and then i was writing horrible violent short stories full of TORTURE and ASSAULT and MURDER and i was like 'hehehehe' #and the teachers MET with my MOTHER to be like 'jessica is writing terrifying things and has no friends' and my mom said 'And??' #and i pinned BUGS #i was one of THOSE KIDS #i would pin bugs while they were ALIVEEEEE so i could WATCH THEM DIE SLOWLY #and i SKINNED SNAKES???? #in my free time i was googling 'torture scenes' fOR FUN?? #I WOULD JUST WATCH TORTURE VIDEOS?????? #like who does that #what was wrong with me #this has been in my drafts forever but i had to do a presentation for class today and i brought this up #so now im gonna post it dfghj

[eatyoursparkout]

think I’m gonna have to take the L re: writing this week 😔

#I had such good intentions… #I was ready to jump back into it #I’m working a 2nd job for my mom rn though #feel like I’ll have more writing drive when I’m not coming home from work to do more work lmao #at the very least the next chapter of June bug is outlined #book.chatter

[readinginthereadyroom]

it’s chapter eleven: to riverdale and back (riverdale 1x11) and jughead’s lost another family. and this time. this time it’s too much.

we’re only given breadcrumbs. puzzle pieces about jughead’s life pre-series. but it’s enough to draw a map. to assemble a narrative. 

forsythe pendleton "jughead" jones III. a normal kid with a normal life. that is, until something happens. tho it’s unclear, exactly, what that was. FP hints at a medical emergency when he’s talking to archie in chapter seven: in a lonely place (riverdale 1x07). fred, he just had you and your mom to provide for, I had jughead and jellybean and their mom and hospital bills. so FP starting taking odd jobs for the southside serpents. which led to stealing from his and fred’s company. to selling materials on the side. to getting caught.

and after one too many second chances fred fired him.

that’s when FP falls off the wagon. implying his sobriety wasn’t a new issue. that he’d likely been struggling with it for years. and this was just the final straw. that unravels their whole world. he keeps promising that he's gonna get his act together, but my mom couldn't take that rollercoaster anymore, so she grabbed jellybean and went to live with our grandparents. 

and jughead stays behind. and I think it’s because, even tho FP might not understand jughead, he appreciates him. glows with praise. because jughead’s not “normal.” in case you haven't noticed, I'm weird. I'm a weirdo. I don't fit in, and I don't want to fit in. 

but to FP? that’s the best thing jughead could be. his lack of interest in football or sports is meant as a compliment. I'd rather see you spending your time writing, thinking up stories. you still do that? nose in a book? typing away?

but also. if I were to speculate. jughead’s the one who got sick. the origin of all those hospital bills. he’s weird because maybe he missed a lot of his childhood. only had books and his family. 

a family that’s now gone. a family’s that woes maybe started with him. and so he shoulders all that guilt. all that responsibility. by staying in riverdale. by staying steadfast and loyal to his dad. 

if that’s the case we can assume he lived with his dad in the trailor for a while. but at some point, even he couldn’t take it. and what probably started as crashing at the drive-in became living at the drive-in. until FP’s hired to put it out of business. I'm sorry, but the twilight drive-in? it's a blight that's become a cesspool, and a hangout for criminals...and transients. turn it into a den of drug dealers and petty thieves. decrease it’s value. just so hiram lodge can buy it up.

even tho FP knows that’s where jughead has been living. 

and yet? and yet, jughead still trusts his father. still loves him unconditionally. sticks up for him and believes in him. even as it breaks his heart.

which is how jughead ends up in a forgotten closet under a well-trod staircase at the high school. showering in the locker rooms. with his books for english class, his two outfits, and some cans of food. and the mice. and the spiders.

because jughead might say his novel is the story of jason blossom’s murder. but he’s lying. and mostly to himself. it’s not actually about jason. it’s not about riverdale either. it’s about a boy, on the outside, looking in. trying to figure out where he fits. if he has a home. or a family. 

and then. all of a sudden. he does. 

archie repairs their friendship. he gets a girlfriend. a new friend. fred invites him to stay. his dad promises to clean up his act. his dad does clean up his act.

which is why jughead’s so blantantly excited about his dad meeting betty’s family. the social experiment of it all. the coopers in their big house and their perfect lives. it’s everything jughead thinks he wants. should want. was he doing everything he was supposed to do, everything he wanted. I mean, did he even know what that was?

because remember. the jones’ might come from the southside, but they used to have a home, too. maybe not as nice as the coopers’ or the andrews’--but it was more than the trailor park. in chapter two: a touch of evil (riverdale 1x02) fred drops another breadcrumb to jughead’s past in his admonishment of archie. son, I've been hearing you sneak out since you were eight years old going to jughead's tree house. a treehouse implies a backyard. a house. 

jughead wants that all back. it’s the story no one was gonna tell. or even know how to tell. his own adventure down the mississippi river. his own metamorphosis. that he manifested over milkshakes in a booth at pop’s.

and the thing is. it’s even better than he imagined. good enough than when FP suggests they move to toledo. get the whole family back together. jughead chooses riverdale. and his new little family. 

that is. until the lies. 

because what makes a place feel like home? is it warmth and familiarity? some idealized, make-believe version of the american dream? is it love and acceptance? or is it simple safety? jughead says no. it’s none of those things. 

because jughead’s told us his greatest fear. of being rejected for being himself. of being forgotten. it’s a novel to last the ages. it’s a newspaper editorial. it’s jughead wuz here (with a crown) grafittied on the wall of the drive-in.

and when his friends go behind his back. when they cut him out--even if it’s to protect him--all of his worst fears come true. 

he’s on the outside looking in. again. 

without a family. again.

only this time it’s worse. because FP’s been arrested for the murder of jason blossom. jughead’s more alone than he’s ever been.

#riverdale #jughead jones iii #the timeline of it all was bugging me #all the whys surrounding jughead's homelessness #like HOW LONG was this kid living in that drive-in? #the implication is YEARS #anyhow I started gathering up all my little evidence and the hospital bills line just #GLARING NEON LIGHTS #the only reason I can think that jughead stays in riverdale is that he feels like it's all his fault #he gets sick - dad takes odd jobs - dad gets arrested - dad gets fired - dad falls off wagon - they lose the house - mom takes jb and leave #it also explains jughead's unconditional loyalty #even when FP constantly lets him down #ugh I am in my feels about this #writing in the ready room

[aquilamage]

wip wednesday thursday aka the current version of “part 2″ of my human fables vi & leif fic. which is a radically alternate version of the second section aka same start but different universe and different reaction

Leif rolled out of the inn bed and stumbled through the dark toward the bathroom. Groggily, he noted the faint light under the closed door. As he raised a hand to knock, he heard a litany of muttered curses, clearly in Vi’s voice.

He knocked.

A yelp, the sound of something falling. “What?”

Resting his head against the door with a clunk, Leif said, “Does your crisis require you to stay in there?”

“Wha- I’m not- Back off and mind your own business!”

“We would but we have to pee.”

“Ugh!” A lot of shuffling and more cussing later, Vi opened the door, a towel draped over her head and shoulders, and shoved past him.

When he was done, he found her sitting on the edge of her bed, pulling the towel tight around her head as she stared at the door. As soon as he opened it, she tried to dash back in.

But Leif stayed in the doorway, blocking her. “What did you do to your hair?”

“Nothing.” She ducked down to crawl between his legs.

He let Vi, and used the opportunity to yank the towel off her head.

Barely stifling a shriek, she tried to shove him back into the bedroom.

But he just dropped his weight, leaning against her. When she stumbled back, he pulled the door closed behind them.

She’d hastily replaced the towel, and was glaring up at him.

Yeah, he didn’t want to do this either, but something was up, and he couldn’t tell if it was Vi’s natural stubborn reticence about even tiny stuff, or an actual issue. “We can do this the easy way and you talk to me, or the hard way, where I go wake Kabbu up.”

Somehow her glare managed to intensify even more. As they stared each other down, Leif noticed her eyes were red, skin around them a little blotchy.

After long enough that he was about to go for Kabbu, Vi spoke up. “I was cutting my hair and I messed up a little, and I didn’t want you to see because it looks stupid and you’d be joking about it for the next month.” Crossing her arms, she huffed. “There. Now get out.”

A whole month? No, that wasn’t the important part right now. “Why were you cutting your hair in the middle of the night?”

“Hey! I’ve been cutting my own hair since-” She stiffened, then went back to even more shouty. “for a while now. I know what I’m doing!”

The rhetort ‘and yet you managed to mess up on it’ came so easily it almost flowed right from his brain to his tongue before he even knew it had formed. But he stopped himself. That was only going to put her on more of a defensive. “We didn’t mean it like that. Why now?”

Vi narrowed her eyes, but responded. “It was getting long, and I didn’t have the chance to do it the past couple days with camping out, and then we said about getting an early start, so I wanted to get it done while I had a chance.” As she spoke, she became increasingly worked up, until she was flailing her arms as she added, “Why do you even care?”

Because she was his friend. Maybe not to the most common meaning, and certainly not as mushy as Kabbu meant it when he said it, but. She’d stuck with them when it really counted, and despite all of her other talk of seeking a reward for the slightest help, hadn’t spoken a word like that when he’d made his request or since. She’d been supportive, comforting even over the past few days as he processed the revelations about...about his family.

And over those past few days, he and Kabbu had watched her become more withdrawn and irritable the closer they got to the Bee Kingdom. It didn’t seem likely to be a coincidence this was happening the night they’d arrived on the outskirts. She was his friend, and he was going to help her whether she liked it or not.

Leif leaned back against the door. “First of all, we’re extremely nosy. And, despite everything, we do give a shit about you.” The curse got the tiniest huff of amusement out of Vi. Kabbu still had a thing about watching their language around her, but the way Leif figured it, she was seventeen and had been on her own for who knew how long, interacting with some...questionable figures. Besides, he wasn’t using anything she hadn’t already heard Vi use.

Vi didn’t snap about it, but neither did she say anything else, even after he waited.

“Do you feel confident fixing your hair on your own?”

“I’m not going to a hair place,” Vi spat.

So, no. “Well, we’re not going to let you embarrass us by going out looking like a disaster, so something has to get done about it. We don’t know the first thing about this stuff, and if you can’t, we don’t exactly see any other option.” Softening minutely, he added, “We can pay for it.”

Crossing her arms, she hunched into herself. “You don’t have any money.”

Because she wasn’t looking anywhere near his direction, he rolled his eyes. “When we get some, the first thing we do will be paying you back. ...With interest.”

“...Fine.”

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Only the weakest of light was seeping through the curtains when Vi shook him awake. “Really?” he grumbled, and then had to pull some hair out of his mouth. He thought he’d gotten used to having it long, but it seemed not quite. “Is anything even going to be open yet?” he asked as he sat up, gathering his hair to tie back.

“That’s not the point.” She’d already gotten dressed – shoes and bag included – hood pulled forward to conceal her hair. She poked him in the side and said in the same whisper-hiss, “The point is to get out of here before Kabbu wakes up. Come on.”

He sighed deeply. He supposed this was just the price he had to pay (besides the literal one) to get her to do this. Didn’t mean he had to like it.

They stayed just long enough for him to dress and write Kabbu a note, and then they were out. They made a stop in the inn’s breakfast area. Leif took a couple pieces of fruit and one of the plastic-wrapped pastries. He’d still be hungry after that, but it would at least be enough to hold him over for a real food place. Vi, on the other hand, indiscriminately filled her pockets with the prepackaged foods. Leif knew she had a lot, but watching how much she could tuck away without it then being noticeable from the outside was something else.

Fortunately they managed to find a hair place that opened early. “We trust you can handle the actual appointment on your own?”

“Yeah,” she mumbled, crossing her arms. “I’m not a baby.”

Well that was good enough for him. Leif plopped down on a seat in the waiting area and proceeded to zone out.

“...Ma’am?” a hairdresser called, a bit of an edge to her voice as she stepped in front of him.

Even when she then made eye contact, it took Leif a second to realize she was talking to him. And then another few seconds to react. It would be easy enough to correct her, and simply talking would likely have that effect. But on the off chance it didn’t convince her...Leif really didn’t want to have that conversation. “Uh, sorry. We didn’t realize you were talking to us.”

“That’s alright,” she said, a little too brightly. “If you could just come over here for a moment though, ma’am.”

Hm. He wasn’t used to being called by the wrong gender in this direction, which got rid of most of the usual discomfort until it was kinda funny. “You’re done already? Impressive,” he said, following her toward the counter.

“Mm, not quite.” And now her irritation showed itself more plainly. “I need to make sure you’re aware of what your daughter’s asking to have done with her hair.”

“Our-?” He followed her gaze over to Vi, sitting in a chair with her arms crossed under the cape, glaring. Did he really look old enough to be Vi’s mother? Even with her tendency to be mistaken for several years younger than she actually was, it still felt a bit improbable. “What do you mean?”

She picked up a section of Vi’s hair, either oblivious to or uncaring of Vi’s narrowing her eyes even more. “Well, I’d salvaged the absolute worst of it, and was explaining how I was going to trim everything around just enough to take off the split ends, and maybe about half an inch more,” she moved her fingers to a spot indicating where that would be (a little below her chin), “and then she asked me to cut it drastically shorter. As in, barely an inch or two in length.” She watched Leif, obviously waiting for a reply.

“...We don’t understand what the problem is.” He was almost certain he actually did, but he didn’t want to give her that leverage.

The hairdresser barely concealed a sigh. “If I do that, she’ll go into shock. I’ve seen it happen before.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not gonna freak out,” Vi snapped, voice wobbling just a tiny amount. “I want it short.”

And it was at that when another hairdresser leaned into the conversation nearby. “But why? You’ve got such lovely thick hair, darling; it would be a real shame to get rid of it.”

With a little hiss, Vi turned her head violently to the side. Glaring at a spot on the wall away from any of them, her posture went rigid, hands gripping the arms of the chair. She was biting her lip so hard he worried it would start bleeding.

The woman who’d just spoken scoffed, shaking her head. “They do get so moody at that age,” she whispered to Leif, with a syrupy sympathetic undertone, as she turned back to her own chair.

(He’d already been glad his magic wasn’t reactive to his emotions, but now moreso than ever. Trying to pay off those damages would not have been fun.)

“Besides,” said their hairdresser, back to fussing around with Vi’s hair, “if I did go that short she’d end up looking like a boy.” Turning to meet his gaze, she continued, “I’d certainly be concerned about that if she was my daughter.”

Vi inhaled a sharp breath, otherwise still unmoving.

Alright, that was plenty more than enough. “Well, she isn’t,” he said, curtly. And now he pulled a bit of magic up from whatever it was inside him that made it, shy of frost dancing on his fingertips, just enough to lower the temperature. “She’s ours. And as her mother, we think if it doesn’t bother her, it doesn’t bother us. We trust her to judge what she wants done with her own hair. So,” he crossed his arms, continuing to stare her down. “Either you can give her whatever haircut she asks for

or we can leave now and stop wasting everyone’s time.”

To her credit, she didn’t argue any further. She took a deep breath, eyes closed, and then said, with duller cheer than before, “Very well. Although, in that case, I’m going to need a better explanation of what she actually wants.”

Vi flinched. Then she threw an arm over her face and gave the fakest cough he’d ever heard.

“Hold on, let us get you-” He stepped back towards the front desk to grab a box of tissues, taking his time with it.

After Vi was done (he’d watched only out of the corner of his vision) he whispered, “You still want to do this?”

“Yeah,” she said, and there was at least a little fire to it.

He’d planned on sitting back down as the hairdresser asked her what style she wanted, but the pitch of the “uhh…” she let out gave him pause.

“Can you describe it to us?”

She caught his gaze, for a moment, then looked down. “Y-you...remember Bea?”

Leif had to bite back a smile. He’d noticed her stealing glances at the woman when they’d eaten dinner at the Underground Tavern. This explained a lot. “Mmhmm. Exactly like hers?”

“...Uh huh.”

So he went through the process of describing the fade cut, and then, finally, got to plop back down in his chair.

…

… He’d called Vi his daughter.

For an act they’d been forced into, for the purpose of getting something done easier. He knew that. It wasn’t an accurate description of their relationship, although it was closer than a lot of other terms.

No, the ache in his chest had nothing to do with Vi and everything to do with the phrasing itself, the echo of its shape still lingering in his mouth. A taunting reminder of things he’d never get to have, now.

Something tapped his leg right above the ankle, and he looked up.

“I’m done,” Vi said, shoving her hands in her pockets, “including paying, so we can go.”

With a nod, he got up and followed her out.

They were silent as they walked, falling into their usual pattern.

“Sorry if we made that weird,” he said, after a couple blocks.

“It’s fine,” she responded a little too fast, kicking a rock so it skittered halfway across the road. “She started it.” He’d half-expected her to poke fun at him about it, in one way or another, but she just went quiet again.

“Is what she said bothering you?”

“...I mean, yeah. Everybody cares so much about whether I look like a girl, even when I tell them that I don’t.” Tensed harshly, she’d pulled her hood up partway, still gripping the edges.

Leif hesitated. The urge was strong, to ask her further on it, carefully general. But he doubted she would appreciate it, especially at the moment (he wouldn’t have, to make a presumptive comparison. Although whatever she potentially had going on definitely wasn’t the same. Her feelings were far too consistent.) He really needed to find a good quiet moment to tell her and Kabbu, though. For his own sake as well. “That sucks,” he said instead. “…We don’t care.”

Her walking rhythm stuttered, just for a moment. She was too far ahead to see her face.

And then, because they were steps away from the inn, he said, “We bet Kabbu would say the same, if we asked him.”

That got her to spin around. “Don’t you dare,” she hissed, smacking him in the chest with her beemerang.

“We won’t. But you should.”

She looked off, twisting the weapon in her hands. Then, with a huff, she stomped inside.

Kabbu was in their room, awake, dressed, and pacing. When they opened the door, he relaxed considerably.

“Oh good, you’re up. Let’s go get breakfast.”

Vi glared at him. “You ate at the buffet.”

“We want real food.” Draping himself dramatically over her, he whined, “Vi, please, we’re so hungry. If we don’t eat, we won’t make it to lunch.”

“T-there’s no need for that!” Kabbu said, pulling himself back from reaching out as if to catch Leif. “Besides, I wanted to go back to the bakery in town anyway.”

She sighed. “Fine.” Elbowing Leif in the side, she walked over towards the few remaining things she had in the room.

“Oh, you got your hair cut!”

Her hand went to check that yes, her hood had fallen down. Mysteriously. In a way that none of them could prove Leif had anything to do with. (It wasn’t like she could hide it from Kabbu for long anyway.) “Yeah...It was getting in the way.”

“Well, it looks nice on you.”

She glared at Leif, who just returned it with a smug grin. “You’re just saying that to be nice.”

He poked his head back out from the bathroom doorway. “No! It suits you.”

“You don’t think it’s not girly enough?”

Now Kabbu faltered, making her frown. “It’s not- I thought you didn’t like looking feminine?”

Leif snorted, turning it into a cough with questionable success.

And by that, he supposed he meant none, since both Vi and Kabbu turned to glare at him. Focusing his gaze clearly on Vi, he said, “We told you so.”

She threw a pillow in his face.

---

On the way out, Vi adjusted her pace to be even with Leif. For a moment she just kept walking, hands in her pockets; but then, still looking directly ahead, she spoke. “Uh, thanks, by the way.”

“We’d say anytime, but we have zero interest in doing that again.”

She hummed roughly in agreement.

He meant it, but when they passed by a large window, he noticed her pause momentarily to watch her reflection, fingers running over the buzzcut-short portion (he’d already lost track of how many times she’d repeated that motion). Her expression, even quickly guarded and from an angle of watching without being seen, was clear to read. She looked the same way he’d felt when he’d first processed how long his hair had gotten after waking up in Snakemouth.

And that made the whole morning more than worth it.

#biggest wip part of this is that I'm not sure about the end bit #like I do like it bit is it the best version of it? #(like on one hand I kinda want to do more with what vi's feeling #specifically about what leif said and her mom feelings. but I can't see it coming up naturally at that point in time #given the au idk if they would know who vi's mother is at this point even) #an aquila original #my writing #fanfiction #leif bug fables #vi bug fables #bug fables

[autisticagathasblog]

Woah I'm actually doing:?

Warning mention: Bugs, Maggots specifically, and sickness.

Bad writing, rough draft moment

(I'm new at the Mature system)

#lunchtime lectures #My first tagatha draft and I write about bugs #Fitting #But anyways it takes place during TEA where Agatha and Tedros are hiding in her mom's house #But it far grosser? Like more of indepth reaction from the aftermath of AWWP #Like their injuries and mental problems #Agatha dealing with guity and self-image issues #Tedros feels like his body is falling apart and guilty for being the cause and basically failing #agatha of woods beyond #tedros of camelot #additional tag: Agatha is black and Tedros is wasian here :333 uhhh yea #pls dont be weird #tagatha #school for good and evil

[blye-flower]

I don't even watch m!raculous lady bug like that so I could be wrong, I really hope I'm wrong, but why would they have it so lady bug and chat noir are partners throughout the series, and have it so Adrien is not even in the final battle of the series??? Like it's the series is called the adventures of lady bug and chat noir, but the focus is solely on Marinette and Lady bug that I feel like her sole partner is pretty much thrown to the wayside ://

#and pls dont get on my post talking about “its a kids show its not that deep” #like its not deep to think kid shows deserve competent writing??? #why have it so a MAIN character whos name is in the title has fuck all to do in the conclusion of their story?? #like did i want him in the room when his dad died no #but i also have a problem with this “chat noir is an important partner to lady bug even the she tells him nothin” thing #like in the end adriens in the dark about EVERYTHING #his mom his dad his superhero partner like the boy knows nothing #like i feel like the only person who had a satisfying end was marinette and its sucky #not rottmnt #spoilers #ml spoilers

[girlvinland]

Ok bear with me this kind of exploded in the tags bc I just started thinking about it more and like ohh.

Random thought came to me this morning about how when I use to RP Will I HC’d the mask being a thing he used to kind of blot out some of the world because it all felt so loud and bright and it was easier for him to focus his psychic energies with it on, but then I was like wait this sounds familiar to my own experience and maybe I just didn’t realize the connections then but I have pretty bad photosensitivity and get overstimulated/overwhelmed super easy when I’m in crowds and things like that and now I’m like. Ah. If I had known it then I think I just would’ve made that part of the HC lol.

Also it’s just a fucking. Blast to the past looking at that old blog. I am still kinda proud of the name tbh lol bc it was @d-esper-ado (like desperado but with esper in the name, yeah it’s cheesy whatever).

#by bug #idk I like giving chars things I experience or relate to bc it’s easier for me to write from a place of understanding #even if it’s something like that that’s kind of minor in the grand scheme of things #i know some people don’t like that but for me it kind of helps release some of the stress associated w things like that #also surprised to see my Will blog hasn’t kicked the bucket yet but I’m still glad I backed it up #but anyway thinking of the post above and these things being put into chars that reflect my own experience #all of this was also waaaaay before my doctors first brought up adhd to me #and it was something I NEVER considered for myself bc like a lot of ppl my age #I thought it was a thing that mostly affected amab ppl and was you know all those stereotypes of what ppl thought of #and I remember the first time my therapist brought it up I went home to kind of look at symptoms and was like #oh everything in my life has just been explained to me #the things like I mentioned in the posts #people calling me flaky and telling me how much I interrupt #always feeling kind of..out of place among people at work or school or wherever and being called ‘weird’ but not really getting why #masking to prevent that #and priding myself on being a ‘social chameleon who gets along w anyone’ bc I HAD too to not be seen as weird #not ever realizing how detrimental that actually was for ME #my mom saying my entire like ‘you get so obsessed with things you can memorize all these other things but not school stuff’ #or zeke like ‘I can literally track your fixations by seeing the pictures you save on your phone’ #the meltdowns I’d have when I got too overwhelmed #and the inability to concentrate on anything like for real it was just like the answer to EVERYTHING #and I’m honestly really salty a lot of the time bc I wish to GOD they had done more research on this when I was a kid #so I could have learned how to cope with it better and shit #i think learning more skills earlier would have helped a lot #anyway that’s my ramble for the morning good day #I told you there was a tag explosion #I warned you #also do I HC Will having adhd idfk but I do like the photosensitivity thing for him lol #and just him getting overstimulated easily and having a physical item to help prevent it

[tfsroleplay]

Smoking TW, violence/blood mention, implied child abuse

Sylvia sits in a back alley in Splatsville, next to her is an Octoling that’s currently knocked unconscious. Not directly caused by her, but he dodged one of her punches and ended up smacking his head against the wall...

Usually when she was in Splatsville, she avoided any and all areas that may get her into trouble, but this time she went and actively sought it out.

She was aggravated and needed to blow off some steam, and didn’t want to go into a turf war and basically hunt down Inkfish with a roller (that might discourage younger kids from playing) so... an actual fight would have to do.

The Octoling was actually with several other Inkfish who... ended up running when they realized Sylvia was not playing around. Considering one tried to put her in a headlock and she immediately bit down on their arm and drew a lot more blood than someone would’ve thought...

In her defense, they wanted her wallet, she wanted to spar... She didn't want to draw blood and have someone get knocked out.

"...I don’t even feel better, either... it’s not fun if someone gets hurt like this..."

She took a long drag of a cigarette, something she’d taken got after meeting with her mother that day. Yeah, her mother. Let’s go back a bit...

{ Earlier in the day }

Sylvia stepped off the train and made her way to the center of Splatsville, today she was finally going to meet her mother and find out what she wanted after reading the letter she sent to the house.

"...This is not going to be fun..."

She stands to the side of Hotlantis, her mother was supposed to already be there but... She wasn’t. Great.

"Of course she’s fucking late..."

As if on cue, an older inkling woman, one that looked very similar to Sylvia, walked out of the store and looked at Sylvia.

"Oh there you are!"

Sylvia rolls her eyes, finally here? She got there at the time her mother told her to be there… Why does her mother look so happy?

"I got here at the time we agreed on. Where the fuck did you go?"

Cynthia shakes her head.

"My, such harsh language... Can't you act a little more proper?"

"No. Where were you?"

"Oh, I decided to check out some of the shops here in Splatsville. The city itself may look shitty, but the shops have some real treats if you look hard enough."

Her mother lifted a few bags up, Sylvia rolling her eyes. Materialistic as always... She motions to the alley close to Hotlantis, making Sylvia follow her, the sound of Cynthia's heels seeming to be the only sound Sylvia could hear now. She made sure to stay close to the exit, just in case things went south...

"Hmm... yes, I think here is a good place to talk..."

Sylvia stands up straighter, hands in her hoodie pocket. She's uncomfortable, and pretty nervous. She just wants to get this over with and get back to Inkopolis...

"Just get to the point, I don't have all day."

Cynthia huffed, raising an eyebrow.

"You don't know how to act like a lady now, do you? Rude language, no makeup, dressing like that."

She looks up and down at Sylvia's outfit, her face scrunching a bit. Sylvia just narrows her eyes, as if challenging her mother.

"My, nothing changes with you does it? Would it kill you to try and put some effort in looking nice? I swear even as a child you were difficult..."

"Yeah, like you'd know that... Cause you spent sooo much time with us..."

Cynthia stared at her, shaking her head and finally setting down her bags. She's still got a smile on her face, reaching into a bag and pulling out an envelope.

"I'm here because I need a favor from my daughter. I need you to accompany me to a little business party."

Sylvia stares at her, she scoffs and shakes her head.

"I'm sorry, you need a favor from me? What the fuck makes you think I'd do anything to help you? Newsflash, Cynthia, you might've given birth to me, but I stopped being your daughter the second you stopped being a good parent."

Cynthia was still smiling, though... her expression was definitely not one that was kind... And Sylvia's confidence immediately went down, recognizing it.

"Sylvia... I am generously offering you a chance to help out dear old mom..."

Sylvia gripped the inside of her pocket tightly, suddenly feeling a lot smaller than she did earlier.

"...No. I don't care what you want me to do, the answer is no. We're done here."

"We're not done."

She holds out the envelope and opens it, letting Sylvia see the contents. Her eyes widened, the amount of money in there would... definitely be a huge help for them... Sylvia almost immediately tried to grab it, Cynthia pulling it out of her reach, her other hand immediately gripping Sylvia's face tightly.

"Oh, no no, you don't get this unless you you do my favor. It would help tremendously if my sweet daughter joined me and played nice with my business associates, very simple. And make use of the piano lessons I had you do when you were younger, we'll show off your talent and then you can be done."

Sylvia was silent, her mother's nails were dangerously close to breaking skin.

"And... I don't think I have to say this, but don't cause trouble for me.. I think we both know that won't end well for you."

{ Present }

"...This fucking sucks..."

She puts out the cigarette, waiting for the Octoling to wake up. She'd at least like to make sure that he didn't have a concussion after smacking his head against the wall...

"It's always something... At least she won't be showing up at the house..."

#in chara: sylvia #Sylvia V: Default #((i was bit by the writing bug and finally get to write this...)) #((sylvia's mom is basically treating her like another one of her accessories))

[bugmomwrites]

29 Sugawara Headcanons but they gradually get more unhinged

My fave turns 29 today (it's still technically the 13th here) and this is what I'm doing with my time instead of yardwork or algebra homework. Happy birthday to the OG setter and king of chaos himself. There are some time-skip spoilers in here, references to drinking, smoking, and generally just getting into trouble. Hope you guys like it.

Floating around on the internet somewhere is a video of him at Tanaka and Kiyoko's wedding, dancing on a table and knocking the intricate centerpiece over. Nishinoya, the best man, is behind the camera laughing as his upperclassman nearly goes tumbling down a couple times over the blaring music.

He gets a pet and either names it after some random object like “cement mixer” or “armpit” or he gives it a human name like “Gregory”. Complains about his day to them like they're a little person like "That bitch Patrice stole my parking spot this morning...I know right?!"

Has one of those “women want me fish fear me” caps, and wears it proudly.

Has used Asahi to be able to take part in the “kids eat free” promotions at local chain restaurants. Is Sugawara bummed that most of his underclassmen are taller than him? Sure. Does it mean he gets free food when his close friend looks like a grown ass man with a mortgage? Absolutely.

Probably drives a little white mom van hybrid (maybe a Subaru or Prius). It has a bumper sticker that says “HONK IF YOU LOVE MILFS”

Plays with his kids at recess, but when someone starts to get cocky during Four Square or some other game, that Setter Sleeper Agent TM comes out and he has no issue spiking the rubber ball towards the little shit in question to knock them down a few pegs.

Will make the weirdest food combos, and get offended if you question him. What do you MEAN marshmallow fluff doesn’t go with pickles and shredded cheese??? Shame on you.

Some people say they “listen to all kinds of music”, but very few actually mean it. Sugawara is one of those people. You will hear Nikki Minaj, the monsters inc theme, commercial jingles from the 90’s-2000’s, all back to back. It’s enough to give anyone whiplash, and that’s exactly what he’s going for.

Suga didn’t always love extra spicy food, at least not as much as he does now. It started as a way to protect his leftovers from a hungry Daichi. Armed with nothing but a bottle of hot sauce, he eventually found the sweet spot of too spicy for his captain, but not so spicy that it wasn’t enjoyable.

After Kageyama arrived, demoting him, Sugawara found little moments of joy in shoplifting from Ukai’s store. Made awkward eye contact with Nishinoya as he was shoveling spicy chips into his school bag, worried about being caught red handed until his junior gleefully opened his jacket to reveal an unholy amount of popsicles lining the inside. A mutual understanding was made that day. Gave a few to Kageyama as an olive branch, but when Ukai recognized the packaging as the specific snack that keeps disappearing without payment, the poor guy is framed right then and there.

Sneaks into hotels and gyms to use amenities. Who cares if the pool says members only, a little confidence goes a long way.

Went to use the tennis courts, and the back of his shorts say “public enemy number one” in sparkly lettering. Some middle aged guy tried to argue with him and instead of hearing him out, he wordlessly hit the ball into his groin, with perfect aim.

Road rage but it comes out in the form of speeding and cutting people off instead of screaming out the window. But you can definitely hear him grumbling curses now and then.

Not too afraid of getting pulled over, most of the time it’s Daichi anyway. And even when it’s not, he calls him up and begs him to tell his coworker to “reconsider”.

Puts Bill Nye on the projector every Friday for his class so he can sleep at his desk, but sometimes does Kahoot! when he has more energy. Encourages the kids to come up with wild names, giving out prizes not just for highest score, but wildest shit on the board. May or may not be where he got inspiration for his cat's name.

Got on the good side of a lot of PTA moms, sometimes they have him over for dinner. Gets a bit silly after 2-3 glasses of wine though. Don't give him the nuclear codes.

Because lips are looser on nights like those, he has all the dirt on everyone. Not above blackmail if push ever comes to shove. Sure, he won't tell your husband about that affair you mentioned to the ladies over dinner- if you give him your famous cheesecake recipe, that is.

I like to think he orchestrated a fight club in his earlier years and that’s how he’s able to punch so hard.

His Twitter acc is apeshit, likes to make a game out of how quickly he can get famous people to block him. Collects them like Pokémon cards and laughs about it to his friends. Has a "hit list" except it's just which celebrity he wants to piss off next.

Also posted a video of him taking a fat bong rip, and tagged Daichi (a literal cop) before setting his phone to do not disturb.

In high school after having to play against what was probably the most unsportsmanlike team they've encountered, it was Suga’s idea to prank them with a few of his teammates. They got caught about 20 minutes in when Daichi went looking for Hinata and caught him red handed with his arms full of eggs, toilet paper rolls, and the guiltiest look on his face.

You know that cross eyed thing Pennywise from the movie It does, that turned out to not be cgi but a very real trick actor Bill Skarsgård pulled on set? Sugawara can do that too, scared the shit out of his teammates and other schools with it. Even their coach is unsettled.

The 3rd years went to a haunted house at one point after graduation, and then stopped for lunch somewhere. Daichi left to go get a couple beers for everyone, and, because the whole thing was Suga’s idea, tried to sneak up behind him when he came back. Instead of scream though, he clocked him in the face out of reflex, making Daichi drop the tray. Asahi is frantically trying to apologize to the waitress through tears for the mess of beer, blood and glass, Daichi is holding a bloody nose, and Sugawara is going red from trying not to laugh. They get their pictures taken and end up on a board that says DO NOT SERVE.

Vodka in coffee mugs have gotten him through the day on more than one occasion.

Puts his mugshot on Christmas cards, has it hung up in his house in a nice frame. Gifted one to all his friends that year. Many were horrified, some laughed, and one of them told him to hang tight while they got his gift- a mugshot of their own as well (it was probably Nishinoya).

Since his birthday is in June, when he was a kid his family was able to celebrate outside in the beautiful weather. His 15th fell on a Saturday, so they were able to have a much bigger celebration. Unfortunately, that year his older cousin brought her new boyfriend to the family barbecue, and he did NOT pass the vibe check. Maybe it was the speedo, or the douche-y attitude, but one minute Suga was grabbing the hot metal spatula off the grill, and the next thing the guy knew, there was a nasty burn mark branded onto his left ass cheek.

Skipped practice one day to look after his sick little brother, but instead of making soup and taking temperatures, they spent the whole evening playing Minecraft. Everyone is wondering where the hell their setter is, as the two of them lose track of time between building castles and fighting the wonder dragon. It wasn’t until it got dark outside and their mom came home before he realized he forgot to text the group chat. 

When it’s time for the DARE program at his school, he’s thrilled to see Daichi again, and constantly tries to distract him as he and a few other cops are trying to explain the dangers of drugs. He pretends to nod along and take everything in, like he doesn’t smoke pot every other week.

Was asked to babysit his nephew last minute, much to the relief of his brother. This would be very short lived though- a few hours later, he’s on tiktok and fretted with a clip of his older brother yeeting a slice of Kraft cheese at his son’s face. 

#bug mom writes #sugawara koushi #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #sugawara x reader

[ziracona]

Yeah, they really made an absolute dogs breakfast of the writing in Inquisition? It's so abysmal that I don't know if it'll ever recover, much less if the writers would even WANT to. In all honesty, I know the previous two games were far from perfect but at least the writing was more or less consistent, can't say the same for DA:I unfortunately...

Yeah. I kept hoping the end would somehow fix stuff but the end was worse than most of the game. O_O I could have written a god-tier game with the concept and basic outline for Inquisition, but alas I am not head BioWare staff. And we sure as hell did not get a god tier game. Tbh I have no interest in DW unless I hear they’ve like, wildly changed the game/writing course of their development. And I don’t exactly have high hopes, because they seem to have mostly staff from Inquisition on it. But I in good conscience can’t keep forking over piles of money for a tripple A game and DLCs when they U-turn from lauding me for massacring a bannon for what they did to my husband, Alienage, and friend, and even Lady agreeing that while she wants the descendants free, the original humans the Keeper went after absolutely deserved their fate, with a little DLC that talks about the cultural appropriation of indigenous people in the world and the loss of their own history to their invaders to the point a circle mage can read and speak more elvish than the Dalish companion, and how terrible it is, to a game where they refuse to take any stance really, finally to a game where they frame Briala & Celine together as cute & sweet with no tell to player who hasn’t read TME on their own what that woman did, retcon the godhood of every culture they based (often not just visibly but explicitly Word of God as well) on minority cultures until the only not retconned god is Fantasy Catholic God, so the only paths forward are Fantasy Catholic (traditional white Europeans are right & all other cultures wrong) or Atheism (modern white European ideology is right and all other cultures wrong), both terrible, and are so allergic to a minority rights narrative they retcon the entire elven history of the franchise to make it Opulent Suddenly European And Slaver Society back in its glory days, and kneecap the game’s second best character by making his sudden face heel end game goal Racial Supremacist Genocide to go back to Opulent Suddenly European Styled Culture for Elves?? And-ah forget it this would go on for a while day. Just. Yeah. It had wild potential as a game and I loved scenes and characters, and am retreating to DAO->DA2 with the things I liked in the divorce, and I could have made SUCH a DAI. But as it stands, I just. Both don’t and can’t really care going forward. I love the games I played and characters and that won’t change, but I have no faith they’ll not just keep getting worse (personally), and I’m not Paying to see that. But yeah, the others ain’t perfect, but they’re fun and solid enough. Even though I think DAO is easily the most well made, DA2 has such a fun cast and interesting concept and story, and such moments, it was my favorite. And he’ll, Nothing is perfect. That’s normal and expected. But there’s a big difference between ‘I don’t like these aspects but I like the whole enough’ and like

#ask #anonymous #dai spoilers #I still can’t BELIEVE they gave Solas one of the most God-Tier charcaters of all time in DAI and then in Trespasser went ‘haha psych! time #for racism species Supremacist Genocide Intellectual Dude Bro motives!’ like wtf I’m taking him & Cole in the divorce and leaving #they really had a charcater all game that was ‘pretending to be a calm Lawful Good professor but he’s Wearing the Mask & sometimes it cracks #but when you see behind it it’s not death sidius it’s Bugs Bunny sawing florida off the United States and ALSO he’s a big wolf’ and then #didn’t even let him actually be a trickster god just some dude who’s willing to kill every species in existence to hit race supremacy again #UNBELIEVABLE writing move in the worst way. I could have made the most amazing upsetting Solas starts a war finale while he’s still a god #and elves keep their elf culture and shaken the franchise to its knees and delivered writing unknown to man and done RIGHT by the bald man #but the devs fkn decided to massacre their franchise and my boy right in front of me #well not on my watch. I’m taking him and leaving back to previous games and writing my own - better inquisition in my head #if this timeline won’t deliver I’ll make my own! it won’t be the first fkn time #GOD it’s the little things too! in DAO I can help my bestie kill her abhsive mom but in DAI I’m supposed to find Flemeth sympathetic??? shes #the same flemeth who ruined my girl’s life as she has countless others! they really nosedive into so many piles of shit in DAI #to unfortunately paraphrase Trespasser Solas: I would be /thrilled/ to be proven wrong by BioWare. like you can’t imagine #but I’m not holding my breath. one fan who loves a charcater generates in a month 12x more usable DAI story and lore than the entire team in #the last 9 years

[stuckinakillingjar]

bruh there was some form of little cockroach or something in my fucking room just now and my brother and i took so long to fucking kill it 😭

#i'm sorry but if there's any type of bug in my house there's like 1% survival especially if it's anything other than a spider #bruh i was literally just on my phone upside down on my bed and suddenly i hear something that sounds like a fly bumping into something #and i look up and it's this giant fucking thing 😭 #i immediately ran to my brother (remember that he's fucking 13 god i'm such a pussy) nd drag him into my room #omg side not while i'm writing this it literally feels as if something's crawling all over my skin i'm losing my damn mind #anyways we both hold deodorant on the little fucker and IT CRAWLS UNDER MY FLOOR 💀 #BRO I WAS SO SCARED HOW MANY FUCKING OTHER THINGS ARE UNDER THERE #my brother and i wait for it to come out and as soon as it crawls out he holds deo on it again and it crawls along my floor until it's #stuck in that corner of wall and door #and then we took everything to squash that fucker we literally took a mop one of my knitting needles a fucking shoehorn 😭 #like we tried ok and then that little shit crawled across the floor towards us and we smacked it with the mop #and then we got a bit closer to inspect it AND IT WAS STILL MOVING #i whacked it again and then it was finally dead #we picked it up with like 5 layers of toilet paper and flushed it down the toilet #mind you this all happened between 1 and 2 am and my mom woke up like halfway through and decided to just not give a fuck #cw animal death #??? #ask to tag #cw insects #nica.talks #EDIT; I KNOW THERE ARE SPELLING AND GRAMMAR MISTAKES IGNORE THEM I WROTE THIS IN PANIC

[pizzapizzadickz]

Mn. I really wanna leave and go somewhere. If I wasn't terrified of most bugs I probably would instantly. But where?

#gotta do everything i want before i die #diary #personal #hm. i like camping. but theres just so many bugs. hm. where to tho? i dont mind camping around here - but maybe somewhere better is nice #i guess ill look into it. and maybe a therapist to help with my insect phobia thing. #im rly only scared of bees. but bc of how my mom acts with other bugs like tics and bc ive had them in my pants before - #im just generally scared and alert around bugs. #haaaah. not much to be done. #maybe i should go somewhere farther away? #i have one place in mind. but how would i get there? #theres like this stupid family emergency going on round where i wanna go so im sorta hesitent to ask for them to drive me. #hm. well maybe ill talk to my mom and see what we can do? once im camping ill be fine anyways. #all i rly need to eat is granola bars that i like. anything else is a bonus. #and i could take a break from all this *vaguely gestures around everywhere* #i could write and draw and take plenty of pictures. i should have enough room on my camera afterall. maybe i should check tho #i think this would be the cheapest option but also one of the more fun. #i dont have a passport rn so maybe i should start the application process? hm. i think ill go to japan next maybe. #or somewhere else perhaps? theres so much i wanna do suddenly lmao. #i can tell im still quite depressed. but idk what happened - most likely its that mentality #but rly i just wanna go have fun somewhere. #idk. i love to travel and with covid and everything i havent been able to and it makes me feel trapped. #i dont wanna be here forever. i sometimes hate it here... but. i just wanna go. yknow? #haaah. i rly wanna know whats wrong with me. like. not that i feel its something inherently wrong #just... i wanna know whats going on so i can better accommodate it yknow? #either way a short vacation sounds nice. like a 5 day or so one. of course this doesnt mean that ill just jump ship lmao #but hm. where to go? i cant drive so i gotta plan around that in the end. hm hm hmm. well i guess ill browse around. #i think ill research more on my break? or whenever i have free time lmao. even tho its not much. haha.

[poptartmochi]

it is the dreadposting hours ur honor

#we're in the cutting corners to survive era of our life rn and that's why we're looking for new insurance.. these past few years we've #hardly done medical things beyond the standard doctor/allergist/dentist visits so i'm partial to getting a plan with #low premiums bc 1. we can't afford to spend too much on it and 2. we haven't really needed it #BUT. while i'm looking at all of this the evil anxiety bug in my brain is like ah but. what if you were suddenly #diagnosed with.. THE DISEASE... i would like to pretend i do not see it #i'm nervous because. my dad puts my mom through so much shit that i worry something Could happen to her just on the basis of blood pressure #and stuff.. but i also worry that thinking about that kind of stuff makes it more likely to come true #fears aside.. girl i don't think any of my medications are approved under the plan i'm looking at which </3 agonies.. i think i would just #have to write to the insurance company or have a pcp write for me to get it approved? which hopefully isn't a big deal #but What If It Is.. i would die without fluocinolone O_O; i'm trying to get myself off of triam before my skin becomes addicted to it so #honestly it'd probably be more incentive to get off of it if i didn't have access to it.. but fluo is the only thing keeping me stable #right naurw ur honor <3 i should see if i can find my old receipts from the pharmacy to see how much it is without insurance #i remember when i used to get eucrisa.. it was like $900 without insurance and i was like. Ah. That's a Nightmare. :D so i hope the fluo #is cheaper.. i think it would be since the price was the original reason i got onto it anyways... :o much to consider #sriracha.txt #sorry for clogging up the dash i just have a lot of thoughts and fears wrt this stuff.. it feels a Lot More Adult than i am comfortable #handling if that makes sense?