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hufflepuffwritingstuff2 · 2 years

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can u please continue the uninjured hero story, i wanna know what happens nexxttt

Hi Anon! Sure I can! Here you go!

part 1

Hero opened their eyes to a blurry, white room. The first thing they noticed was the fact that their throat was sore. Very sore. The second thing they noticed was the IV in their arm. Hero reached to pull it out but stopped when they heard a door open.

“Hello, Hero,” Villain said, entering the room.

“You!” Hero exclaimed, sitting up.

“How are you feeling?” Villain asked.

Hero stared at Villain incredulously. Villain had essentially kidnapped them and held them in their evil little hospital against their will, and now they wanted to know how Hero was feeling!?

“What did you do to me?” Hero asked, rubbing their throbbing throat.

“You didn’t answer my question, Hero.” Villain pulled up a chair and sat down next to Hero’s bed, “how are you feeling? Are you in any pain?”

Well, yes, Hero thought, my throat is killing me. And I’m cold. And tired. And I just want to go home! But I’m not telling them that.

“Hero, if you don’t answer my questions, I’m going to assume you’re in too much pain to talk and I’m going to have to put you back under.”

Fine, Hero thought.

“My throat really hurts,” Hero finally said.

“Well, the painkillers should start kicking in any minute now,” Villain replied.

Without warning, Villain put a hand to Hero’s forehead. Hero pulled their head away, frowning at the sudden contact.

“Hm, a small fever, but that’s to be expected.” Villain said.

That explains why I’m cold, Hero thought.

“Are you going to just leave me in the dark forever, or are you going to tell me what you did to me?” Hero asked sharply.

“Have you ever heard of tonsillitis, Hero?” Villain asked.

What the heck? What did that have to do with anything?

“You mean that thing that little kids get sometimes?” Hero asked.

“Yes, although adults can suffer from it as well. In fact, I have a patient coming in next week with tonsillitis. They’re going to be having a tonsillectomy to resolve the issue. Although, it’s been quite some time since I’ve performed a tonsillectomy… until a few hours ago, that is.”

“You took my tonsils!?” Hero yelled, wincing at the pain it caused in their throat.

“Oh please, it’s not like you needed them,” Villain said, “Remember all those times you’d fail to show up to our fights because of strep throat? I’ve just solved your problem.”

“You had no right-” Hero started.

“Hero, they’re tonsils. Why are you emotionally attached to a pair of tissues?”

“You just did surgery on me without my consent! And I- woah…”

Hero was starting to feel the effects of the painkillers Villain had mentioned earlier. They fell back against the pillows, unable to hold their head up.

“Ah, about time,” Villain said.

Villain pulled the blankets up to Hero’s chin and smoothed them over.

“Don’t worry, Hero, I’ll have you home soon. You’re going to want to stay put for a week or two, and drink plenty of fluids, you don’t want to get dehydrated.”

“You monster,” Hero slurred.

“Me? A monster?” Villain feigned innocence, “I’m just making sure my favorite nemesis doesn’t get any more respiratory infections, what’s the harm in that?”

“I’m…mad…at…you…”

“There’ll be plenty of time for that when you wake up,” Villain said, standing up, “sleep well, Hero.”

Villain turned and left the way they came, closing the door softly behind them. Hero’s eyes fluttered closed, and they were asleep once again.

#med whump #whump #hospital whump #recovery whump #noncon surgery #writeblr #writing #creative writing #hero x villain #as requested #heroes and villains #snippet #hurt/comfort #hero whumpee #tonsillitis #tonsillectomy

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montammil · 5 months

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Can't figure out Rex's part so I skipped ahead!

He had four cameras pulled up on his phone's app. The banister area, the basement, the kitchen, and the upstairs hallway. Watching the house, allowing his boys some space.

Lawrence watched through the phone screen. Ellington trapped Rex against the wall. Knees encasing Rex's. Rex didn't fight back surprisingly.

His boys now did this often, it unsettled him. It was too close for comfort. They'd been on one another's nerves for as long as he could remember for these weeks.

He managed to keep himself in bed. Allowing them the space to be kids. They did need to get a feel for the house without him around...

Movement on his cameras caught his eyes. Was a fight about to break out? Was Ellington about to tease Rex with an array of jokes like they're usual dynamic or was that gone?

He wished he knew, but neither boy was saying anything. Rex looked at Ellington. Who in turn, had him against the wall. He wasn't looking at him anymore.

Both glancing at their sibling. Marshall. Who was walking up the stairs with a pottery bowl he'd made years ago. It held all his crayons. Some broken, some not. A lot of them had no paper on them.

Nathan's doing no doubt.

Lawrence spared a glance at the sleeping boy in the basement. His temper had caused a rift between Ellington and Rex. Though he wasn't exactly sure what was said. Neither of them had told him.

Rex didn't speak much. Mainly gesturing and writing. Still too scared or confused. Lawrence liked to think confused. But he secretly figured it was the fear. Rex was well educated plus he never struggled with his words like Ellington or Nathan.

His vocabulary on paper was beyond Lawrence's even...maybe his throat was hurting him? He was always prone to tonsilitis.

Maybe he should talk to him about a tonsillectomy.

Pulled from his thoughts he noticed Marshall politely walked by murmuring and "excuse me." Lawrence could swear his heart swelled with affection.

His eyes warily memorized Ellington and Rex before exiting his app. All his boys were in a stable position, safe, and not fighting. Deciding he'd hear if they started fighting, he plugged his phone up. The screen making a silly pattern signifying it was now charging.

Laying back he smiled into his lover's empty spot. Allowing his mind to drift.

Charlotte was gone today for a photoshoot. A big one too. With some new trendy brand. Something about her favorite sports wear. She'd been sporting the bra and legging sets in all the patterns they offered for a while.

Soon enough, peace didn't last long. A door opened quietly but the creek of the sweaty palm against the knob wasn't. mistaken.

"Yes?" The blonde man looks down and to the right. Surprised by what he found. Rex. The brown-haired boy stared back.

"What is it baby? Do you need some medicine?" Lawrence coos softly laying his head on a pillow. Watching his second favorite. Who in return blushes looking away from him momentarily.

"I'll take that as a yes. Go get your medicine for me. I'll help you take it before naptime." He smiles gently before sitting up again.

Watching his boy shuffle to the bathroom, he decides to stretch. Moving his shoulders up and back.

Now settled on the bed in front of him, Rex loosely grips the throat spray. Undoing the cap, presenting it to him. Lawrence presses a kiss to the other male's hair.

"Open up." He instructs, watching Rex obey. "Good. We'll do two spritzes this time since your about to go to bed." He pats Rex's hand comfortingly as he sprays the first spray. Chuckling when Rex's face scrunches up.

"Second one then it's bedtime. You can lay here." He smiles to himself watching Rex's reaction to the second spray.

I love their dynamics so much omg!! I also love Rex a lot XD

#answered ask #lawrence oc #rex oc #ellington oc #nathan oc #marshall oc #charlotte oc

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ii2ko · 1 month

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UPDATE POST!!

hi guys :3 i hope u didnt forget about me and my blog (plus the many smau chapters that are rotting in my drafts), but i will be updating u guys on my life nd why i have been gone for like the past 2-3 months

in january it was my birthday month, so i was pretty busy during that time and even caught covid…

february was such a chaotic month for me in irl and online, i had so much drama and literally was not the best for me (kill all boys)

and right now, march, i have recently ( just 2 days ago as of writing thing) just been discharged from the hospital after my tonsillectomy surgery! so i am on spring break, thankfully, as of recovery… but i am in sports (rugby) which takes up most of my time, since practices are everyday and the szn starts soon.

so yawp that has what’s been going on in my life, and hopefully if i have the time this week to upload during spring break, i will. but if not; then we will have to wait for summer or a miracle day where i post ^_^ ok baii!! have a good day and thank u for reading this if u did

CLARIFYING THINGS

yes i am still into jjk and still planning on uploading smaus & fics, i just clearly do not have the time as of right now

yes the taglist is still open lol

the posting schedule is really messy rn so i hope u all have the patience to wait for me maybe until summer… actually i might post by this week but idk

also i cannot make posts fir some reason?? i have to go on drafts or the website ti create a new one. is anyone else havijg this issue?

#isko’s talks

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girlreviews · 2 months

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Review #287: Mr. Tambourine Man, The Byrds

I was four years old when I heard The Byrd’s version of Mr. Tambourine Man on the radio and asked my Mom what it was. She knew the name but not the artist. I constantly asked to listen to Mr. Tambourine Man after that. It just cast a spell over me. It was so gorgeous! I hadn’t ever heard anything like this! Okay so I hadn’t heard a lot of stuff when I was four but I still knew when something was magical when I heard it.

But you know, it was like 1992, and you couldn’t just easily listen to whatever song you wanted whenever you wanted (my God how did I function?). So eventually, after little success of actually getting to listen to it, I gave up asking and became obsessed with some other song and largely forgot about it.

And that’s pretty much how it stayed until I was 18 or 19 and got really really into Bob Dylan. Really into Bob Dylan. Obnoxiously into Bob Dylan. My teenage brain had no room for both The Byrds and Bob Dylan to be incredible and legendary — which of course they are — so my natural inclination was to disown my earlier love of The Byrds version and forever commit myself to Bob Dylan’s original, and Bob Dylan’s original ONLY. Why? Because!!!!!!!!!

So two weeks before I leave for college, I’m having a tonsillectomy. Which isn’t ideal. But that’s what we’re doing. I’m on a ward with three old ladies. This is what I remember from this hospital stay:

One: When I was awoken from my surgery, barely conscious from anesthesia, the nurses told me I had to briefly wake up to move from the surgery bed to my ward bed. I had my eyes closed but I was responsive. They kept saying “come on girlreviews, all you have to do is stay awake long enough to move beds”. I said to them “after I move beds, can I go back to sleep?” And they said “yes, of course you can”, to which I replied “this is the happiest moment of my life”. And it was. I could sleep peacefully without any fear or disruption with nobody I knew around. I never had felt so relaxed. I think about this all the time.

Two: They woke me up every two hours to make me drink tea and eat toast, which I also had no complaints about. During one of these intervals, a man was at my bedside that had a very calm and comforting demeanor. He ran the hospital radio station and asked me if I had a song I’d like to hear. I emphatically said “Mr. Tambourine Man, but the BOB DYLAN version!”, and then I was glued to that radio station until the moment I was discharged. Can you imagine how salty I was when he played The Byrds version? It makes me laugh now, because I definitely prefer it again. My four year old self was so much wiser than my sulky teenage mind.

I actually listened to this record a few months ago and was surprised to recognize another song I knew. I’ll Feel A Whole Lot Better, made known to be by Tom Petty. The thing about The Byrds is how they didn’t enjoy the same success, or, magnitude of success as some of their peers even though they’re really responsible for creating entire genres. And their influence is just, immeasurable. I hear in this record a never ending list of records that wouldn’t exist without it. Too many to name. The vocal harmonies, twiddly guitar, and gentle percussion are what captivated me when I was four years old and it’s pretty clear that I was not the only one. It feels like a life reaffirming cup of tea when you’re hungover. That second sleep. That shower where you emerge feeling like a new person and everything’s about 37% funnier. What’s better than that? Other than not being hungover to begin with. Sometimes you gotta ride the Dao, though, you know?

#album review #music #music review #rolling stone top 500 #the byrds #Mr. tambourine man #bob dylan #tom petty

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randomly-a-fan · 9 months

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The Deal of the “After” Life-time Pt. 1

Prologue

“So let me get this straight, bitch; you actually want to give up your soul to me, in exchange for your daughter’s legal rights?” Freddy Krueger asked, to non-other than... MJ Voorhees. “If anyone can make Malon a Voorhees thy legal rights, it’s you. Since, I can’t give you my other kidney, since I needed at least one to survive...” MJ trying to explain. “But you’re giving up your life and freedom anyway, despite the fact that you’ll never see Malon, or that fugly thing that you call ‘your husband’.” Freddy laughed. “AT LEAST, my Jason can be with his daughter again! They’ll manage their lives without me.” MJ exclaimed while tearing up.

Freddy smiled to her exclamation towards him, so, he decided to do what she have requested. “I suppose I could make Malon a Voorhees once again... But, are you sure you want to live your eternal-life in the Nightmare Realm... with me?” Freddy asked with a devilish smirk.

Three Weeks Ago

Malon has been feeling sick because of her throat, so, she’s unable to go to school. Cassandra came over to inspect Malon’s cause. “It appears that Malon’s tonsils were getting bigger, compared to last month’s checkup. She’s going to need a tonsillectomy. Lucky for her, there’s no signs of an adenoid, so, no adenoidectomy.” Cassandra explained to the parents. “You mean I have to go to the hospital again?” Malon asked while tearing up, remembering her first experience from her first time in the hospital. [Link to her story] “Oh, don’t worry Malon, this procedure is going to be a lot different from your last one; there are no needles involved.” Cassandra explained. “She’s right, and besides, the doctors are going to put you right to sleep; that’s called anesthesia. Think of that as... A magic potion that will keep you from feeling the pain during an operation.” MJ said while trying to lighten things up.

However, there is one problem. “The hospital in Haddonfield is low on doctors due to vacation or family emergencies, it’ll take up about three months to get an appointment.” Cassandra explained. “Is there a way to get Malon in as soon as possible?” MJ asked worriedly. “There is, but they’re pretty strict, and may ask for your personal information.” Cassandra informed. “If we don’t get that appointment set up, her tonsils will only get worse if it’s not treated.” Cassandra added. Jason and MJ have been staring at each other for a brief moment, Jason doesn’t want Malon to be in any worse pain, so, he accepts the risk. MJ just wanted Malon to be healthy and better; she turned out alright when she had her tonsils removed, it’s actually quite memorable.

***

Apparently, the Voorhees have to take Malon to Springwood for her tonsillectomy; which for some reason, sounded so familiar. From their first experience at the hospital, it was simple enough to get Malon in without complications. But this time, they have to go through some very personal questions, since they don’t have a birth certificate for Malon, since she was adopted, but they don’t have the legal rights either, so this trip is indeed, very risky.

Jason reassured his wife that the people in Springwood won’t be involved in their lives, since they live in New Jersey, and they’re miles and miles from home. MJ smiled with a sigh in relief; after all, she trusted him with her life.

It took MJ and Jason two hours to give the doctor the full information they could give, that won’t give too much away about their origins. “Ma’am, sir, we’re going to take care of your daughter, but without medical insurance or her birth certificate, there’s no way how we can make this surgery happen. “Doc, please? Malon doesn’t have a birth certificate because she was adopted; we found her as a baby, so there’s no way on knowing how to get her a birth certificate, if we don’t even know her birth date.” MJ explained, while growing frustrated. “Well, if she was adopted, she should have an adoption form; so, do you, or do you not have an adoption form?” The doctor asked. MJ groaned while pasting her head on the table. Jason rubbed her back to ease her mind, while giving the doctor his answer.

Apparently, Malon was unable to get surgery to have her tonsils removed in Springwood. So, they will have to wait a couple of months to put Malon through surgery in Haddonfield. But a couple of weeks later, Malon hasn’t been feeling herself; she’s having trouble eating and drinking, and she’s not getting any sleep, due to the fact that she can’t breathe very well. Jason let’s Malon sleep in his lap with her head against his chest, so she can sleep while sitting up. However, it doesn’t approve sleep for her either way. When morning came, MJ puts her foot down and called Cassandra. “I don’t care if the doctors were on vacation; call them all, and set this appointment up for Malon in Haddonfield right this minute!” MJ yelled. “MJ, it’s not my place to disrupt their business--” “MALON IS FREAKIN’ SUFFICATING FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, SHE’S NOT EATING GOOD OR GETTING ANY SLEEP, THINK ABOUT THAT.” Then MJ slammed the phone on her.

MJ strained her throat for shouting at Cassandra, she doesn’t even mean to be this demanding; she was just scared for Malon, her only treasure. MJ sobbed on the floor in grief, as she doesn’t know what to do. Jason heard everything from Malon’s room, he understands that she’s angry; he’s angry too, though, he never thought that MJ would be this demanding.

Jason left Malon for a second to see his crying wife. He got down and sat next to her to give her a hug. He knew how much Malon means to her; she means to him too. Jason then picked MJ up and carried her towards Malon’s room. When he put MJ down, Malon walked towards her mom to give her a hug. “I’ll be okay mom... Really.” Malon said in a hoarse tone, before she made a gagging noise. MJ teared up in grief, she didn’t know what to do for her.

While MJ and Jason try to think, they both heard a door knock. MJ had to let go of her daughter to see who was at the door. When MJ opened the door, she saw that it was the police chief. “May I help you?” MJ asked. “Is this the Voorhees residents?” The chief asked. “Yes... Why you ask?” MJ asked nervously. “Ma’am, we need to take you and Mr. Voorhees to court.” The chief explained. MJ’s jaw dropped. “WHAT, why?” MJ asked in panic.

Jason was listening to the commotion and wanted to see what’s going on. When he saw a few police officers outside his cabin, Jason was feeling the urge to kill them off, but he knew that MJ would not allow it, so he needed to remain calm. “Because you don’t have any legal rights to adopt Malon after, you say: ‘have found her’, we’re placing both of you under arrest for not having an adoption form for the child...” MJ was hyperventilating; the fact that she might lose her daughter AND her husband. “Also... Since Jason Voorhees was known as the psycho-killer over the past years, with you being around him, letting him proceed his deeds, you’re also under violation into being under citizen’s arrest.” The chief explained. “But sir, Jason hasn’t been doing anything wrong, and I’ve made sure that Jason acts more humanely... We don’t have the adoption form because things got complicated--” “Yeah yeah, tell it to the judge, ma’am.” The chief said as he grabbed hold of both her arms from behind.

That is until Jason stepped in and took the chief’s wrist and dislocated it. “What the fu--” “JASON DON’T. It’s okay, he’s not arresting me, *in her head* at least not yet... *to Jason* The judge just wants to talk to us. We’re going to save Malon.” MJ explained. Jason decided to listen and relocate the chief’s wrist. “Do that, one more time, and I’ll be sure to have the judge double your sentence!” The chief threatened.

Before MJ got into the car, she remembered Malon. “WAIT... Malon’s in there, and she’s sick really badly!” MJ teared up. “We’ve heard about Malon’s case, so don’t worry, we’ll make sure she gets her tonsillectomy before the final sentences.” The chief assures.

Sadly, MJ has to get a ride without Jason by her side, he needed to go into a police truck. Poor Malon was being transported to a private hospital that will help her cure her tonsils, without her mom or dad being there to support her.

[Since I have no idea about Courts or laws in the court, I’m skipping the Court scene]

Apparently, MJ has to speak the full truth, since it’s the law of the court. Jason understands that she needed to be honest with herself, or else she’ll be putting herself in danger if she doesn’t speak the truth. But it doesn’t help with the case.

Jason is sentenced to life in prison, while MJ has no right into raising Malon on her own because of her autism. She is charged for helping Jason through life; since Jason was a criminal, so she could of ended in jail too; however, she’s able to pay her fine on that, but she can’t bail her husband out.

As for Malon, they were going to put her in the orphanage, but luckily, Eric was there to prevent that from happening, so he volunteered to raise Malon as his own. However again, she’s not allowed to see Jason, and she can only see MJ with permission from the law.

***

MJ was crying at her sanctuary house, because she’s all alone, and she lost her family. Thankfully, Aquarius comes by for a visit; she even took the time to take her to prison to see her husband. When MJ saw Jason chained up, it made him look lifeless. Poor MJ wanted to cheer him up, but she’s not allowed to see him up close, but Pennywise has a way. He hacked the security cameras and brain-dumb the security men. “Alright MJ, you got five minutes.” Pennywise said as he opened the door for her. MJ kissed Pennywise by the lips for his attempt to help her see Jason in the flesh up close. Of course, Pennywise nearly gagged when she did that.

Jason lifted his head after hearing someone approaching him. When he saw that it was MJ, he jolted up like as if he was back from the dead. MJ touched Jason’s cheek and felt the dampness from the tears in his eyes. “Oh baby... I’m so sorry...” MJ said as she pasted the side of her head against his chest. Jason lifted her chin to place his hand on her cheek, then rubbed the tear off her eye. He then lay his forehead against hers before kissing her by the nose. All MJ did was kiss him back. “Sweetie... If I could do anything, I’d sell my soul to free you and have Malon back in our lives.” MJ teared up. Jason shook his head after hearing that statement.

Everything got interrupted when Pennywise broke it up. “MJ, we have to go; some of the security guards are gaining consciousness.” Pennywise warned. MJ bawled up with tears before clinging into her husband. Jason knew that MJ needs to leave, or else she’ll be in big trouble with the law, so he made Pennywise drag MJ away from him. “NO... Jason please!” MJ tried to grab his hand, but Jason did not want to hold on to hers, he has to accept his fate. “JASON.” MJ cried. Both Aquarius and Pennywise both wrapped their arms around MJ as they walked out from prison.

Present

MJ teared up before she gave Freddy the answer. She looked into her photo of her, Jason, and Malon on their Wedding Day. “If I accept, Will Jason be free from prison, AND Malon will have the rights to be a Voorhees?” MJ asked. “I can even make the law enforcements forget about Jason being a criminal, all you got to do is shake on it!” Freddy explained.

“Alright, but I have three conditions:

You give me space,

You will not kill or hurt any of my or my family’s friends,

And I want Jason and Malon to be able to see me in their dreams, so that means, you CAN’T Intervene

Understand?” MJ said.

Freddy chuckled before laying his claw hand on her shoulder. “You’re lucky your cute as fuck. So, I can simply keep my word on these conditions, it’s not like you’ll escape anyway... I made sure of that.” Freddy said with a cheeky grin.

MJ sighed sadly while looking up. “I’ll make the deal, but could you at least let me be with my family one last time?” MJ asked. “Oh, sure! I’ll let you see them... However, I might have to take back what I said about letting you have these conditions granted; I would love for Lily to be my next victim.” Freddy said in a charismatic tone. “NO! Don’t worry about it... I’ll just forget about spending time with them for the final time.” MJ said while tearing up.

Freddy smiled to MJ’s scared reaction. “That’s much better, well then... Let’s shake on it...” Freddy said before putting out his hand. MJ sadly shook Freddy’s hand while feeling him making a tight grip. MJ screamed in agony, it felt like her bones are shattering. “Well that’s done, NOW... I’ll show you to your new room.” Freddy said as he dragged her through the boiler; which is where MJ will be living behind for the rest of her life. “There’s no getting out, the boiler is always on, unless me or the Shadow Demon were to shut it off... Which hardly happens.” Freddy warned. “Now get some rest... You want to be well rested when Jason or Malon come by.” Freddy added before he leaves the space through the flames. MJ just sits on the edge of the bed while bawling her eyes out on her pillow.

***

Freddy managed to keep his word; Jason being released, and Malon is now officially a Voorhees. “Daddy!” Malon said excitedly in a hoarse tone; she did get her tonsils removed, but her throat hurts a little, including her ears and neck, but she’s all better now. Jason hugged his daughter while crying with happy tears. “Where’s mommy? I want to see her.” Malon asked. Jason lifted his head after hearing her question, where is MJ, does she even know that they’re back together? He’s not worried too much; she could have gone out for a few hours, or probably just hanging out with the Grays. So, he thought of taking his daughter out for a leisurely walk through the woods.

But when it was time for bed, Jason is starting to get a little concerned. MJ is never gone this late at night; she’s always afraid of being out of the dark by herself, he hoped that nothing bad happens to her. He went up to check on Malon, who is sleeping soundly. Then he decided to went out to look for MJ in the woods, and just outside the woods.

Meanwhile, Malon was having a dream about her mom, as in the agreement with Freddy; Jason and Malon can see MJ in their dreams if they chose to, and of course, Malon chose to be with her mom. Malon didn’t know that she was dreaming, until her mom explained things to her. “You see sweetie, in order for you to become a Voorhees, and for your dad to be out of prison, I have to give up my soul to Freddy.” MJ explained. Malon was shocked, she can’t believe that her mom would go that far. “Does this mean... We’ll never see you again?” Malon asked. MJ nodded sadly as it were her answer. “When you’re awake, yes. But you can see me in your dreams whenever you want; think of it as... one parent works the backshift.” MJ said with enthusiasm, which could not fool her daughter from the slightest.

Malon looked around the space; it does not look like home for her mom. “Mom, I can tell that you regretted this; we need to find a way to get you out of this deal.” Malon thought. “I’m afraid not; Freddy and I shook on it, nothing can change.” Malon stared crossly at her mom. “Where is he? Let me at ’em!” Malon said while making punching gestures. “Malon, Freddy will crush you like a fire beetle. Besides, part of the conditions I’ve mentioned; you and your dad will dream and decide if you two wanted to see me, and Freddy cannot intervene. So, you’ll never see him again. Which is another good thing; my other condition was that he will not kill or hurt anybody we love or cared for. So, you’re safe from Freddy’s grasp.” MJ explained. Malon sighed from exhaustion, so, she decided to take a breather and hug her mom tight, before morning comes and that her mom goes away.

***

When Malon did wake up, she went up and told her dad what happened. “Dad, I saw mom; she’s trapped in the Nightmare Realm, she sold her soul to Freddy, so you and I can be a family again for all time.” Malon explained. Jason’s undead heart shattered; even though he’s happy to be out of prison, and that Malon is now a Voorhees, he can’t live a full happy life without MJ; his wife. Jason kissed Malon by the head before going out for a few minutes to let out his loud silent anger, while swinging his machete through the woods; slicing down trees and warned out houses and buildings.

Jason then bangs the ground with fury and depression. Malon rushed out after seeing her dad upset. “I’m sorry daddy... If I’ve never needed to have my tonsils removed, we would never be in this mess.” Malon said, as a tear fell out of her eye. Jason looked up at Malon, when he saw the tears in her eyes, he held his daughter into his arms while sobbing in sorrow.

After Malon stopped crying, she spoke to her still-crying dad. “However, mom said that we can visit her in our dreams if we chose to, so... it’s like visiting her on her nightshift.” Malon explained. Jason stopped crying after hearing what his daughter said. So, he got up and rushed home to take a nap so he can see his wife and hopefully rescue her from her hot fate.

To be Continued

#Friday the 13th #Jason Voorhees #Nightmare on Elm Street #Freddy Krueger #IT #IT Chapter 2 #Pennywise #Pennywise the Dancing Clown #Fanfiction #Fandom #MJ #Malon #Aquarius #Aquarius the Singing Clown

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bakedbakermom · 11 months

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No. No! I am not getting sick. Not 2 days before the tonsillectomy I should have had years ago and have been nauseous with anxiety about for weeks and just want to get over with. Nope. I am in denial so deep the germs themselves will not survive. I am not getting sick. So mote it be.

#like to charge reblog to cast #or whatever the mods say #totally healthy nothing to see here

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damndude69 · 2 years

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my family has Covid again, luckily I haven’t been around them but my dad literally had it three weeks ago. My sibling is still getting over pneumonia from a tonsillectomy they had recently & I’m really worried about them & the rest of my family as well. my anxiety is really fucking bad.

#cryptid rants #like my mom has health issues and so does my dad #I’m also worried about like brain damage #my mom hadn’t gotten the booster yet & I don’t think the rest of them had either

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ryanhamiltonwalsh · 3 months

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10 Years ago this week, we arrived in the snowy town of Macedon, NY to record Have You Ever Done Something Evil? at 1809 Studios with Dave Drago.

I remember it as a time of new beginnings. The lineup here was fairly different than the last time we made an LP, and I think a lot of folks who knew us assumed we were winding down as a band. Two months earlier, I had an adult tonsillectomy to try sleep better and not be perpetually sick. I had no idea if my voice would be ready or not. When we turned on the amps and started recording—backed by our incredible new drummer Ryan Connelly—we were surprised to find that we were having fun again. Mr. Drago saw that and pushed us past what we thought were our limits. We are what we say we are, as the song says.

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waywarddreamerdeer · 7 months

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Two weeks ago I've had tonsillectomy. There weren't rivers of blood and I actually was pretty lucky because I was not suffering from severe pain.

But.

I'm not good with anesthesia. At all. At first things were good. I was almost peacefully dozing all day. But by the evening I suddenly felt nauseous. At first this feeling was slight. I even thought it would healing on its own.

So naive.

This feeling strengthened with every minute. Something like waves raged in my stomach. Hot and acidic. Before the lights went out in the room I place a plastic bag nearby. I knew something bad was coming.

I felt hot and cold at the same time. My thoughts were mixed-up. I tried to turn over in the bed to get more comfortable. But I feel so wiped out. And due to my cerebral palsy it was just impossible. All my muscles just didn't cooperate with me. My spasticity unbelievable increased, and I even could not bend my knees.

Eventually I felt it. Saliva filled my mouth. And then a mouthful of sour dark green bile flooded from my lips. Gush of puke pour into the bag, but some of it leaked on the bedsheets. Apparently there were a hole somewhere in my bag.

After all I felt a little better and desperately tried to sleep. I was afraid of vomiting, because I thought it would cause a bleeding. But I was so thirsty. I didn't drink anything that day. So I tried to sip some water before going to sleep.

Everyone in the room (3 peoples) was snoring. And I just laid still because I didn't want to throw up again. It was hot outside my body and cold inside again. I knew the drill. I had a new bag, a bigger one after a while and just waited.

There was no pain in my stomach actually. It seemed like the nausea arises from my brain. It felt so heavy and fuzzy.

Second time was not that intense but more painful. Because my stomach was empty I think. I tried to muffel my belches as I could, because I didn't want to disturb anyone.

It was complicated. I just gasped some air between dry heaving episodes and wanted that everything was done.

I threw up three times that night. But I even don't remember anything about the third.

I felt incredibly nauseous all the next day. But eventually everything is fine. My tonsils were out and one disease from my long list disappeared for good.

I'm sorry for my bad English. This is not my first language.

#emeto tw #sickness #tonsillitis #emeto kink #disability

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blackvail22 · 8 months

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i talk here a bunch each day because i have no one else to talk to.

its sad, honestly.

i couldnt go to my counseling appointment, so i wont be able to see her again for another 2 weeks

thats nearly a month since ive seen her

im not doing very well so this isnt good at all lmao

idk how im going to make it another 2 weeks but all i can do is try ...

i think i start work again next week. im afraid of what has changed... probably not a lot. all i know is we have a new manager, and ive heard he's nice

i have a postop appt on tuesday for my tonsillectomy. finally i will have what my disease means explained to meeee. i keep thinking about it, and its been bothering me. i probably wont know if i have another surgery until after my next ct scan (they have to space them out so i dont get exposed to too much radiation and i had one less than a month ago) and idk when that is

im so bored. i have to be the problem

i really think i am

"my friends wont reach out" but when i reach out its super dry and they varely engage. maybe im seeing it in the wrong perspective. maybe my vision is skewed, and im seeing it in the wrong light.

maybe its because theyre busy

maybe at work

going to work

hanging out with other friends

going to hang out with other friends

i want to have a good friend group so bad but i feel like i cant have one

i feel like my only friend was em even though she used me. oh, i dont know if i ever told u the reason why we arent friends anymore

so, i dont have the best memory of the order everything happened, but ill do my best to sort it out

after spending a bunch of time together, we started to fade away. i would ask her if she wanted to spend the night, she would hesitate for a good 30 minutes, talk to her mom, and then say "sure". sometimes she wouldnt wait until we ate dinner (but a good amount of times she did) until shed say "oh i forgot something at home" or "my stomach hurts" and id walk to her house with her (except the times when she'd tell me not to).

when i walked with her, she would always say "ill be right back" and then shed be gone for 10 minutes and her mom would come out and be like "hey... she doesnt feel well so she's going to say home". and each time i would walk home crying. at this point, she was already blowing me off, not talking to me, and overall being rude, but i still went back to her every time.

this rare occasion was in early september of 2017. we only hung out, and then she said she had someone else shes hanging w at her house. she had become friends with people that hated my sister as well as a girl that honestly no one knows. em started to become them... like literally she became a copy of them. the whole group of girls would tell her that my sister is a fat, ugly whore. they fed her all of this, and they would talk and call my sister names and generally talk shit about her

a few days after i heard abt this, i saw things from em that she was having a hard time. i was outside doing yard work, and she was walking by. i said "hey, i hope you feel better" and she yelled "fuck you" at me while, again, giving me the finger.

i dont know what i did, but that was the last time in years that we would talk to each other. we would be "friends" on the bus the few days she went to school sophomore year...

now, though? i dont exist to her. i saw her at my work TWICE this past year, once being on my recent birthday, and she pretended she didnt know me. i look the same as i did before... this most recent time, she was with her boyfriend, one of the friends from '17 and her mom. as i greeted them, everyone looked over except her... her mom even did a double take.

she claims she doesnt know why our friendship went to shit when we were toxic to each other our whole friendship. it was never healthy.

she seems to be happy though, at least happier than me. shes pregnant again. im not sure of the gender, but i think its going to be a boy. she's always wanted to be a mom, so i hope shes a good one.

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simply-not-an-egg · 1 year

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Wisdom Tooth Removal As An AuDHD Person With Chronic Health Anxiety

Thought this might help some people to tame their fears if they’re anything like me.

Anyway, for some backstory, I have very bad hypochondria. It was once general anxiety disorder, but since starting Prozac in December 2022 it has just turned into hypochondria (which I have had for as long as I can remember). Also being autistic I HATE anything to do with my mouth. Getting teeth pulled was a nightmare and I can barely stand to brush my own teeth on a good day.

My wisdom tooth story begins in 2020. Not long after getting my second molars in (the ones that are supposed to come in when you’re 12; I was 16. I might also add here that my last baby tooth came out during this timeframe as well, which is crazy because people typically lose all their teeth by 8-10; I only started at 8-10) my wisdom teeth began to try and erupt. I saw try because all four were impacted, but most especially the bottom ones which decided it would be a fun idea to try and grow in sideways in an already crowded mouth.

I saw and dentist and was put on a waitlist, but after an infection cause by my bottom right tooth near the end of last year (2022), I took myself to one of the hospitals a 40-odd minute drive away from where I live and went to see how quickly I could then get my teeth removed there (note that this hospital is small and in a country town, hence why me and my family tend to go there if we have problems because our local hospital is massive and it takes forever to get shit done there).

Cut to today, the 16th of February 2023. I got a call about 3 days ago saying there was a spot available for me and I heartily accepted, having already had another couple infections under my belt at this point, and also not wanting to wait another two fucking years to get these bastard teeth removed.

Now this week has been eventful. I mentioned it in a previous post but the day after this (Valentines Day) my old family dog of 13 years passed away, and yesterday morning (the 15th) I helped bury her.

So of course I expected to come into the hospital this morning exhausted and terrified, which I was, but I have to say, nurses will do you some fucking wonders.

I had a total of three nurses today and they were all so kind. I also had a student nurse who shared my name, plus the anaesthesiologist and the dentist. There was also another student nurse but he didn’t talk at all. So in the end I had a team of seven taking care of me. And they were all (minus that one student nurse) very lovely, and that definitely helped a lot with anxiety management.

Another thing that I found went a long way helping is that I have a special interest in the medical field (have done for 15+ years now) so I think instead of viewing it in a light of “oh fuck I’m getting my teeth pulled out” I could much easier view this in a light of “I’m curious to know how exactly they take my teeth out because M E D I C I N E”.

And my last recommendation for anyone reading this is to take a general anaesthetic if possible please. Trust me it goes a long way. And yes in fairness that also freaked me the fuck out because I haven’t been under anaesthetic in 16 years (I had a tonsillectomy at age 3) and thus remembered none of the experience, it really wasn’t that bad at all. What I ended up doing prior to this surgery, instead of reading the usual horror stories about anaesthetic awareness, I swapped that for actual people’s experiences with anaesthesia and in their words many of them said it was just like falling asleep and waking up a few seconds (hours) later.

And now I can say in my own experience, it was. My anaesthesiologist said to me “I’m going to give you something that will make you feel a little happier about being here” and then about 3 seconds later I was unconscious. I then woke up and was back to business as usual.

I will say though, fair warning, the hardest part of this experience has been the level of pain post-op. I don’t know if it has anything to do with being autistic (because I know being autistic severely affects how you feel and respond to pain), but for as long as I can remember I have never been able to take pain-relief medication because it does jack shit to me. It might make things hurt a ~tiny~ bit less, but that’s about it.

As a good example for this, I had an oxycodone about 3 hours ago to try to sleep. It’s now 3am, and as you can see I am in fact awake and making this post because it did basically nothing to help with the pain.

I do find though that TEMPERATURE has always helped with sever pain in my body. For example when I get my periods (which I just so happen to also be experiencing now which is just wonderful so thanks body for that one 🥲) the only think that ever quells my pain is hot water bottles applied for hours at a time (I’m talking 12+ here; it’s very severe pain — no I don’t have endometriosis. I have been scanned for that and my uterus is perfectly healthy).

So naturally, after a wisdom tooth removal, you’re supposed to ice yourself to help with pain and swelling. And while the internet only recommends doing this 10-20 minutes at a time, I have been doing this for the last 2 hours straight and that has been the only thing that has helped get rid of the pain. Expect when I swallow. It still hurts to do that because of the breathing tube. But don’t get put off by that either; in most cases it hurts less as most procedures only take an hour at most for all four teeth — mine decided to just be particularly difficult so I was in the OR for three hours, which is obviously going to make my throat hurt more post-op.

Not sure what else to say now. Aside from the fact that as someone who had so many fears going into this, I have realised very quickly that it wasn’t that bad and that there was nothing to really worry about.

I’m sorry if this post doesn’t make much sense or rambles a lot. I am sleep-deprived and in a bit of pain still (I need to change my icepacks). But yeah TLDR it’s not that bad. You will be fine and you’ll be much happier for it in the end.

#wisdom teeth #wisdom tooth extraction #dentist tw #teeth tw

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whumphoarder · 3 years

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Do you have a section for Christmas fics in your rec post list?

I don’t yet, so let me remedy that :D

Disaster Christmas: an Avengers Team 5+1 by @awesomesockes & @whumphoarder

Five times the Avengers experience Christmas-related misfortune and Dr. Banner gets to show off his nursing skills + the one time everyone is miserable together.

Candle in the Window by @madasthesea

Finals are over and Peter just wants to go home. The weather has other ideas.

12 Days of Irondad & Spideyson Christmas by @ciaconnaa

12 individual Christmas-themed stories!

An Unwanted Christmas Gift by @whimsicalethnographies

Tony Stark hates Christmas, Peter and Pepper love Christmas, May has to work, and everyone gets norovirus.

That's it. That's the story.

Eggnog and Tums and a Stairlift and Too Much Pie by @whimsicalethnographies

“Okay, they’re gone…”

Peter looks up from his spot on the floor, where he’s dutifully cutting out snowflakes to add to Morgan’s collection. Mr. Stark is in his chair at the window, where he’s been since Happy ushered May and Pepper out the door ten minutes ago.

“...now’s our chance to be bad.”

Where the Lovelight Gleams by sahiya

“Hi,” Peter said weakly, looking up at Steve from where he was curled on his side in the bed––more or less the same position he’d been in since he’d arrived home from MIT, three days earlier, and quarantined himself because he didn’t want to expose Tony’s weak lungs and lousy immune system to his “finals week hell-flu.”

Steve appreciated the gesture, but at this point it was clearly doing more harm than good.

Cursed Christmas by sahiya

A series of unfortunate events befalls Tony, Pepper, Peter, and Morgan (and Happy and May) in the week leading up to Christmas.

It'd be kind of funny if it didn't totally suck. Fortunately, they've got good back-up.

5 Times Peter Wrapped Something With His Webs by jessicagoddamnjones

+ 1 time he didn’t.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas by @frostysunflowers

''S’it bad?'' Peter asks weakly.

''Hard to say,'' Tony admits, hooking a thumb beneath the gunky locks of hair and gently lifting them away. ''You know what head wounds are like. They’re the drama queens of injuries.''

Peter moans and burrows himself into Tony’s chest. ''Did I fall over?''

''Something like that, kid,'' Tony sighs, letting his forehead drop into Peter’s damp hair, allowing his nerves a moment to settle. ''C’mon, let’s get you fixed up.''

Night(mare) Before Christmas by Desirexwolf

Christmas had always been a quiet affair for the Parkers and when Peter met Tony Stark, he didn't think anything would change about that. Tony proves him wrong.

Home for Christmas by katierosefun

Or: four times Tony Stark and Peter Parker spent Christmas away from home or were late for Christmas, and the one time they finally managed to get home for Christmas together.

Stocking S(t)uffers by HiddenSt0rms

It’s not uncommon to have a sore throat in the wintertime, especially in a crowded place like Queens. It’s also not uncommon for said sore throat to turn out to be strep. But what is uncommon is for this to be the seventh throat problem this year.

Leave it to Peter’s luck to need his tonsils out right before Christmas.

Or: Tony knows just what to get Peter for Christmas following his tonsillectomy.

Merry Sickmas by @goldenavenger02

"That sounds like pneumonia, Tony. Pretty sure it's viral if he's been sick since he got there." Bruce explained while adjusting the glasses on his face.

"He didn't start showing symptoms till last night, but knowing him, he probably has been hiding it since yesterday afternoon, minimum."

Air I Breathe by heartofcathedrals

Peter gets sick with pneumonia right before Christmas and May’s on a business trip, which leaves Tony in Dad Mode.

#hope you like sick peter because these are almost all that #i am wildly predictable #or some might say a connoisseur #sick peter parker #christmas #irondad christmas #ficrec #reclist #Anonymous

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followerofmercy · 3 years

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Hey for anyone wondering,

Ketamine fucking sucks

Details of being on drugs at the hospital under the cut. We all write fanfic and need to know what it feels like okay.

Ok, so the other day I came out of surgery for some cauterization of a bleed that had started because of my tonsillectomy about a week ago. I was in a decent bit of pain. Not excruciating or enough that I really felt I needed painkillers, but enough the nurse wanted to give me morphine... which didn’t do anything for some reason. I’m magical.

(Also I’m not exaggerating. The nurse told my mother later “yeah she didn’t respond at all to the morphine. It was weird)

Anyway. This sweet, wonderful white girl that wanted to do no harm suggested ketamine. She warned me that it was a dissociative and can make people see things, so I shouldn’t go chasing the pink elephants down the hall

I was like, sure! She seems to think it’s a good idea! I’m still buzzing from anesthesia and will probably feel the cauterization pain soon. I’ll take some ketamine!

To preface: the most recreational drugs I’ve ever done were some CBD to help with anxiety, a shot of vodka that I immediately threw up and a tiny bit too much Jaeger on a camping trip.

So the sweet, wonderful nurse puts the syringe of ketamine up to my IV. I’m laying there all cheerful and serene, chatting away, and then I became a cat trying to fight off the 2AM demons.

First the room started spinning. It was like the one time I actually got drunk and tried to stand to drink water out of a tarp (different story), but this time I was Very Aware that it is not normal. I forgot where I was and couldn’t tell if I was in the operating room before I went under, in the operating room mid-surgery, or was in the post operation observation (where I actually was). Time passed weird. It seemed to loop back on itself, stop, start and reverse at random.

The blurred vision continued and scared the shit out of me. I don’t recall hallucinating anything specific, but I couldn’t see people except as colors with parts of faces on them. At one point my anesthesiologist came in to check on me and I have NO idea what he asked or what I responded with.

I recall that conversations happened between me and some people, but I have no fucking clue what their contents were or how I responded. I don’t think I sounded high off my ass? I have a talent for giving meaningful feedback when I’m half asleep, high on meds or very distressed. I do remember laughing when my nurse went to go check some paperwork and then asking her “was I laughing?” when she got back.

Note: nothing was funny. I just started laughing like a hyena and abruptly stopped.

It’s hard to remember details, but the biggest sensations were the vertigo, the fucked up time, not knowing where I was and not knowing who I was. It was like all my higher thoughts stopped being my own. It wasn’t like an out of body experience or watching myself through a movie, more like I had become a dolphin/chimpanzee/etc with some random human’s thoughts thrown on top.

Thankfully I was too weak/tripping balls to like, get up and run screaming butt naked down the hallways, but damn I could wiggle on that gurney.

Again, I am Very Calm in most situations. There’s not much that will get me to have a full on freakout, BUT APPARENTLY KETAMINE IS ONE OF THEM. The worst thing is I dunno if I actually verbalized any of this shit or if I was just stuck in a circus from hell in my head with a :| expression.

When I came down off of it enough to talk reasonably again, the very first thing out of my mouth was “Please don’t ever give me that again” lol.

My mother got to see me after I was able to ask the nurse to never ever ever EVER give me ketamine, and please put in my chart not to give me ketamine. Oh, but I was still very much on ketamine. She said it was like watching me try to fight off a nightmare.

I struggled to enough consciousness that I was like “yeah I’m good to go home please get me out of here so I can sleep and get me away from the demon juice.” I think I actually called it demon juice lol

Overall extremely disorienting, unpleasant and frightening. Would not recommend. I cannot understand how people do ketamine for fun.

#drugs #medical #ketamine #daily life with mercy #don't do drugs kids #and if you do #do normal people drugs like weed and alcohol #or vape #seriously vaping is awesome and fuck anyone that says otherwise

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