#covid still got me

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Covid day two: I still feel like death, but at least I no longer feel like someone is literally ripping my muscles off. The body pain is still present, though, just not quite as severe. A little less dizzy, I can move around for short periods of time, but it’s with confusion. I carried a bottle of brandy around the kitchen earlier after making boozy hot lemon drinks with no idea where to put it, even though I know it goes in the bottle rack next to the oven, ffs xD 

Trying to write a smut, but it's going slowly as my brain is still quite addled. I have Manny and EZ threesome fun on my mind. Only fair to share! 

I hope everyone is having a beautiful time today, whatever you’re up to!

#ddd speaks #personal #ez reyes smut #manny mayans mc smut #covid still got me #ugh

[sweetdreamspootypie]

It is January 2024

I'm still a Covid ward nurse

In the last couple months I've seen 3 people die specifically and directly because they chose to go on a cruise or bus tour as their way to enjoy retirement / enjoy their time before they need a rest home

Covid ages older people a decade in a week

People who were still managing to live independently at home with maybe a cleaner once a week - again and again I see them spend 3 weeks in hospital and be forced to discharge straight to an aged care facility, if they come out of it at all.

Don't let older people go on things like bus tours and cruises.

A memorable holiday with your partner, very easily ends with one of you losing your life, and the other never being the same again, and never being able to go home again.

Wear a mask.

Get vaccinated.

Quit smoking.

Encourage community or social events to continue to provide some degree of Covid safety.

#Plagueblogging #Covid nurse #Actually this week has been tuberculosis themed #Posting bc I saw someone venting about losing friends bc nobody would provide masked Covid safe socializing options #The moment I relaxed I got Covid again at hannukah - the first events I've been to unmasked #I still think maybe I've just got a weak immune system #But Covid causes a weak immune system so that also explains why this year has been the worst for illness for me #Besides socialising more now (w tongue)

[robo-dino-puppy]

...that's a long way down!

#horizon forbidden west #hfw #tallneck #hfw the stillsands #i felt so bad shooting this one with the ballista :( #even if it was for repair purposes #sorry no horizontober today - i never got hit with inspiration for the prompt AND i got a covid shot and felt like garbage yesterday #luckily not as bad as the first series knocked me out but still Not Fun #also i have no queue built up! but i still have thousands of pics in my folder! lol help #hfw tallneck #hfw machines

[stevebabey]

❤️🔥 hiiiii!! here to request a number 23 from prompt list 1: “fumbling with their hand as you tell a story.” i feel like you’d make it so soft and sweet <3

can u tell i was feeling so bad when i started writing this <3 nothing bout this prompt says angst but low nd behold, here's some hurt/comfort !! thank u for requesting alice m'dear :") this is like extra for u considering how sweet u are to me <33 1k+

It’s terribly late.

Really, the both of you should’ve wandered upstairs to bed at least an hour ago. There’s work tomorrow, early for you, less so for Steve, but it’s work all the same. He’ll grumble in the morning like he always does, tired and yawning all through his morning coffee.

Despite knowing this, Steve doesn’t even think of suggesting to turn in soon. Not when it’s one of these nights. 

Sometimes, Steve finds it takes gentle coaxing to get you to unwind from your day. When you spend so much of the day tense, reining in reactions and biting your tongue, he knows it takes more time, more touch. It’s worth losing the sleep, staying up to talk it out. Worth it to know he’s giving you peace of mind. That he can protect you from even restless nights.

Most of the time, you won’t even realise you’re wound up — it’s impossible to sift through feelings when all you feel is down. It’s not until after Steve’s worked his magic that you can tell how long the day has really been. When the stress leaks out of your shoulders and you slump into him like a puppet with its strings cut.

It’s one of those nights tonight.

You’re up on the kitchen counter. How you ended up there is lost in the haze of your tired night. You faintly recall tumbling through the door, somehow after Steve even though you started work before him. Overtime is a bitch.

Between then and now, you’re certain you’ve managed to shovel some food into you but mainly, you’ve been watching Steve fuss about the kitchen. To you, there’s no better remedy that the sight of your lover.

He’d already made dinner by the time you’d gotten in the door, some simple pasta dish, cheesy and delicious. He’d insisted on doing the cleaning up as well, seeing your low-lidded eyes and curled in shoulders. The fatigue rolls off you in waves. It makes Steve’s heart ache in an awful way.

So, he had kissed you sweet and ushered you up onto the counter, his warm hands helping under your thighs when you’d groaned and barely made a move to jump up. He mumbled something soft into your hair, ‘my tired, sweet girl’, and sealed it in with a kiss.

It had been soothing just to watch him, sleeves rolled up while he scrubbed at the soapy dishes. Rinsing the plates and working instinctively, letting the story about his own day come out in quiet rumbles, just letting you listen. You hum from time from time to let him know you’re listening, even if you feel a bit hollow.

But now, dishes done, Steve’s onto his most important job — drawing out the burdens of the day from his you. The cups of tea he’s fixed for both of you are beside you on the counter, long forgotten. Steam stains the air, just a hint of peppermint. 

Steve’s moved between your legs, hips leaning against the counter. He’s close enough that an inch forward and your head would rest against his collarbones. One hand sits on your knee, feather-light touches of his thumb against your skin. The other is held between yours, letting you fumble with it as you talk. Your hands work his fingers, playing with it idly as you talk.

“Yeah? And what’d she say?” He asks, voice low and head tilted to show he’s listening. 

“Y’know, just the usual. It wasn’t what she said, just like,” You sigh wearily, drawing a line down the middle of Steve’s palm with your finger. Your eyes stay fixed on your motions, his hand in your own. Your voice is smaller than you intend as you try to recall the rude memory of your manager today. “The way she said it? I don’t know, does that even make sense?”

“It does,” Steve assures, his hand giving your knee a quick squeeze. When your head remains bowed, still fiddling with his hand, Steve flips it over, his hand covering both yours to still your fidgeting.

“Hey,” He says, soft. His head ducks low, trying to catch your eyes. It’s alarming to see a sheen in them, glossy in a way he knows means tears. Something tears in his heart, his concern doubling in an instant. “Sweetheart, woah, woah, hey.”

You let out a pathetic sniffle and that’s all it takes for Steve’s instincts to kick in, pulling his hand out of your grip to bundle you into his arms. You cave, crumbling into his chest and burying your face away — one of his hands cradles the back of your head, loving strokes along your scalp. The other provides consoling sweeps along the curve of your spine. It all really just makes you want to cry harder.

“S’okay,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss into the side of your head. It’s warmth seeps into your skin, a silent comfort through your tears. "It's okay, honey."

It feels so utterly stupid to fall apart over something so little, just a bad day that’s crept under your skin, made its home in your nerves. It feels unbearable, trying to unwork it from your blood. You’re not sure how long you cry, just that Steve’s there the whole time.

When you finally pull back, shuddering breaths, Steve’s fingers make quick work to wipe your tears. Calloused fingertips that sweep across your under-eyes, tender and kind.

There’s a light kiss against your forehead, another against your damp cheek, gentle as ever. Steve doesn’t speak, his eyes just searching your face — though you can’t tell what he’s looking for. You’re too dead tired, exhausted by your own emotions, to give any semblance of a smile, even though you feel a bit better now.

“Bed now?” He suggests, voice soft and low. The clock on the wall ticks loudly in the lull of words, a reminder of how long ago you both should’ve been asleep. You nod, pitiful and small. Steve trails the both of you upstairs, sets out your pajamas while you brush your teeth, then waits in the bathroom doorway til you’re done.

It’s close to midnight when you both finally crawl into bed. Steve’s arms are around you the moment you’re beside him and you find immense comfort with your head against his chest. The echo of his heartbeat plays like a lullaby beneath your ear.

“Sorry for keepin’ you up.” You whisper in the dark.

Steve’s arms tighten around you. He shifts around for a moment, then his hand sweeps back the hair off your forehead, and he gives a soft kiss there. It lingers for a few seconds, and when he pulls back, he snuggles closer, resting his cheek atop of your head.

“M’sorry you had a bad day.” He counters. You know he means it completely.

“I love you,” the words slur a bit, feeling yourself already dropping off closer to sleep. It’s impossible not to when you’re this warm and this damn tired.

You’re asleep before you hear his response but it doesn’t matter, you heard it in every kiss, know it from every sweet gesture and moment of the evening. He loves you, and he takes care of you. The sleep is a peaceful one.

#me this whole piece #KIND LOVING TENDER SOFT GENTLE #can u tell what i was yearning for #😩 #she can still write ! #guys i might have covid :/ #these thoughts just pouring out tonite #well hopefully someone enjoys this LMAO #ruby writes steve #steve harrington #steve x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington blurb #stevie blurb! #ruby's very own tour of hawkins #hopefully i can do ANOTHA tonight #cos i aint got no work tomorrow #and as long as i dont feel too shit

[writhe]

i feel like it’s kinda dumb but i’ve ALWAYS been weird about touch even when i want it…there’s always been some aspect of exchanging touch casually / familiarly that has never really “clicked” for me. like, i remember being young and seeing people/friends casually lean on or touch each other’s arms or pull each other close and it always felt like a language i couldn’t speak or learn. i think a lot of this had to do with being a closeted / kinda repressed kid / teen but it felt & sometimes feels frustrating. i felt very monstrous for a long time. i think there are years that have passed in my life where the time spent touching or being touched could be condensed into a handful of hours, if not less. much less the case now because i’ve got to a point where i’ll crawl around on franklin for fun & i get friends to roughhouse sometime. anyway, this problem exists to a much lesser extent today but i still notice & feel it but last night during a song a bar friend who i’ve known for, hell, five years peered over my shoulder and we leaned our heads against each other and sang and it, like, did something to me. also hugs are easy but i got kind of a long one from a new friend!

anyway, i am maybe not entirely made of spikes and fire

#exception to this was in middle school we’d punch each other playfully and it kinda became the only way i would do this and #i still do this #it catches people off guard sometimes and i’ve had people be like “ow? hello?’’ #i’ve gotten good at doing it Way Less hahaha #the first time i did it to someone outside of my middle school friend group someone got kinda upset with me i felt bad #exception in adult life is mosh pits lol #omg wait i remember a couple years ago when i was getting my first covid shot my housemate held my hand and it was such a massively #impactful way to be cared for bc i’d come to feel like my body was an uncrossable barrier (outside of like. sex really) #anyway #i am happy and excited this morning! it’s been a hard week i’m happy to feel this way today #and i’m thankful for yesterday and the way it played out

[dollsome-does-tumblr]

@ people who knowingly go out in public sick without wearing a mask, may i just say .................... you have disappointed me deeply. not cool. not cool at all. gross behavior.

#told someone i know irl to wear a mask because they're sick but still going to work #and they were not into that suggestion! 'i'm not that sick.' HOW DO YOU KNOW?! #love to see how over a million people dying of covid in this country really mattered to everybody ............. not!!!!!!!! #dollsome's deep thoughts #i'm so angry and bitter forever about this #it's making me into a misanthrope #so many people died!!!! so many people grieving them!!!!!! so many people got long covid!!!!! #WHY DO MOST PEOPLE SEEM TO NOT CARE!!!!!!!!!!

[purrfurnax]

no one talks about how when you have chronic pain and fatigue how you have to buy food pre-cut, pre-cooked, pre- whatever and its always more expensive, unless you want to only eat disgusting canned food and noodles that are loaded with sodium which wont help you feel any better

#chronic pain #chronic fatigue #cfs/me #fibromyalgia #we barely get anything anymore and still its like $60-80 every time we go shopping #our snap got reduced when they decided covid was over #but prices keep going up #we cant cook meals often anymore because every time we do it feels like we got hit by a bus afterwards #if anyone suggests meal prep im gonna flip shit bc everyone suggests that and its like did you read anything i said

[theofreakingbell]

forgive me if I'm a little late to this? but let me get this straight: 

Neil Gaiman asks for fans coming to his events to please mask for everyone's safety

when asked why he isn't mandating them he says he tried but the venues won't allow it

many people don't listen, or don't see the ask bc it isn't official from the venue, and show up maskless

Neil now has COVID (for a second time, which means his risk of complications is higher) along with anyone else who got infected at that event

I just. y'all. please. 

If you are going to a fan event, especially a big one like a con where there will be tons of people, you need to be wearing a mask right now. Actors and other people who work in entertainment who meet with many people and frequent large gatherings or are part of con staff for instance are at significant risk of COVID from the sheer amount they are being exposed to, not only from acute infection but cumulative damage from multiple infections or long COVID and post COVID complications. COVID levels are nearly as high as they were in the first wave in 2020 and being vaccinated does not guarantee u cannot catch and/or transmit it(this study from this year says it's around 1 in five). Please be excellent to each other and do your best to not get your faves, their staff, or other fans sick. 

why and how masks work and what types are the safest (you can get good masks in all sorts of colors now btw if u want to match ur cosplay or stuff, ProjectN95 is a good source, and Jelli has clear masks if u want to have ur face visible)

I wish Neil a speedy and full recovery, and I hope more people listen to him and others trying to keep fans and creators and staff safe right now ❤️

#FansMaskUp

#NYCC happening this week and I'm like 👀 good luck guys #neil gaiman #good omens #coronavirus #covid isn't over #covid cw #solidarity with neil here #comic con this year got a bunch of people sick too #this whole situation has me so angry. how many creators and fans have to be severely harmed or killed before the community reckons with #the fact that we still very much need safety precautions against COVID at these things #blurb

[sunforgrace]

he sat there on the ground and cried. for cas. cas told him he loved him was taken away and he buried his head in his hands and wept

#AND THEN THEY TRIED TO PRETEND LIKE IT WAS FINE? and after the widower arc #it wasn’t even as nearly fucked then this time all their friends got thanos snapped and we don’t even get canon confirmation that they were #brought back. even with covid not even a vo or offhand mention or reference #jack is god and in every drop of rain or whatever. #sure yeah whatever they beat the final boss and got over the protagonist angst of it all but the world was still the same it just wasn’t a #chuck story which only ramped up to being The Big Problem in the season 14 finale. #cas was stabbed by an angel blade and dean broke while wrapping his body for the funeral pyre. ALONE. and was. not doing well #and you tell me it’s whatever after he sat there in that dungeon refused to answer sam’s calls and cried during the complete and total end #of the world. that he just bounced back from that and died and drove around heaven for decades in a few minutes and smiled while americana #electric guitar played on some bridge #cas helped oh that’s nice I guess smile now I have GOT to go drive my car around. because I did not get enough of that in my time on earth. #unlike my time with cas which I am satisfied with and in no need of closure. perhaps a conversation. looking upon him to see him alive and #well. healing some of that trauma of the last time I saw him. a reunion hug maybe even which has become tradition. CUT THE CAMERAS deadass #he’s going for the face touch. no this we cannot possibly have time for we have to play carry on wayward son twice #sorry. it has been three years. sorry. it’s just so funny buddy your ass did NOT escape the hamster wheel

[manhattan-gamestop]

I think tumblr is better at talking about the severity of Covid than a lot of platforms, but the posts I see on here do a terrible job at highlighting that you can do everything right and *still get it*. And I don't say that to be a pessimist, but because it can be incredibly invalidating for people who have been masking, up-to-date on boosters, etc. and got Covid bc even though we did everything we could, it still feels like our fault that we had it. So if that describes your experiences with Covid I just wanna say I see you, I feel you, and you are not alone

#while the physical parts of Covid sucked it destroyed my mental health worse than all of it #in part bc of that rhetoric #it left me with the sentiment that I was suffering because it was my fault #even tho I still wear masks everywhere I go and got the booster last month #and yeah you could say that a post telling you to do these things doesn't apply to you if you already are #it still has that underlying stigmatization that Covid is at the blame of the person who contracts it #tracking tag #rambling #current events

[raineandsky]

#98

“And lo! Here approaches my best knight,” the king announces to the jester as the knight squeezes through the door. The poor jester looks thankful to see her as he hurries out of the king’s gaze. “Come, show me your skill.”

The knight throws a few carefully angled swings for the king. He watches with a delighted expression, but she can see the soullessness in his eyes. Her stomach flips uncertainly.

“You are an excellent swordsman, knight,” he says flatly. “Now, tell me, why should I allow you to stay within my walls?”

The jester averts his gaze awkwardly. Is she about to get fired? “… Because I’m an excellent swordsman and your best knight,” she tries, and the king huffs in his telltale way of saying WRONG.

“Perhaps that was on me for being unspecific.” He picks up a wine glass from the golden table next to his throne, swirling it idly. “I hear you liaise with dragons.”

The knight’s attempt to keep her expression neutral fails miserably. The king watches with keen interest as her eyes widen and her mouth moves in an abysmal attempt to form some sort of defence. She’s acutely aware of the jester watching curiously too—whatever she says next will be the castle’s gossip for the next month. Maybe two if nothing of interest happens before then.

Well shit. Might as well fall into treason headfirst.

She reaches a hand into the front of her breastplate, earning a soft squeak from something inside. The king leans forward on his throne. The jester peers as close as he dares.

Her hand comes back with a short purple string laced around her fingers. Or she does at first glance, and closer inspection reveals her ribbon to be a tiny dragon, yawning and digging tiny claws into her fingers.

The king roars so loud the dragon startles. The knight and the jester don’t fare much better. “Beast!” he howls.

“Beast! Beast! Beast! Beast!” the room echoes back to them.

“You bring this creature within my walls?” he demands. “You slander my name—my rule—with your disregard to my kindness for you?”

“She’s harmless!” the knight cries over him. The dragon isn’t a fan of the racket, and is making a great effort to slip up her sleeve. “She looks after my finances.”

“Disgusting beast,” the king spits.

“The dragon,” the jester says quietly, valiantly ignoring the way the king’s stare snaps to him, “is your accountant?”

The knight fishes a coin from her pouch, gently tapping the dragon with its edge. Its gaze snaps to her gold, its past endeavour with her sleeve forgotten as it grapples for her coin. It twists its body around it excitedly, gnawing at the edge like a toddler, a quiet hum emitting from it as it does.

“That noise it is making,” the king shrieks, “it is going to attack!”

“No!” the knight shouts over him. “It’s like a cat—she’s purring. It means she’s happy.”

“Dragons do not purr,” the king retorts, but the dragon is undeniably making a noise that sounds remarkably like purring. The jester takes a cautious step closer.

The knight tucks her finger under her chin, giving it a hearty scratch. The dragon’s humming gets louder, her eyes closing blissfully at the touch.

“How does it… work?” the jester asks. The knight offers him a smile that she hopes conveys how grateful she is for his interest in the face of the king’s disgust.

“She takes my coins—my salary, my earnings, anything.” The knight adjusts her hand so the dragon sits more comfortably in her palm. She doesn’t seem to mind, too busy clamping her jaw around the gold to notice. “She keeps a hoard no one but her can find. I earned her trust, and whenever I need money she gives it to me.”

“She is a thief,” the king spits, but the rage is losing momentum in the face of such a cute little thing. The knight doesn’t miss how she’s suddenly not an ‘it’.

“I give her all the money she has. She’s just better at keeping money than most humans,” the knight says with a grin, “because she doesn’t spend it all in a tavern.”

The jester snorts. The king raises his eyebrows. Silence falls for a moment as they all watch the dragon get comfortable in the knight’s hand, her tiny body choking her coin, a claw wrapped around her thumb as she nestles in and closes her eyes.

The jester lets out a short “aww,” that’s louder than he probably intended.

“Tsch,” the king says. He leans back in his throne like he’s lost interest. “A beast is a beast. I am most displeased you were disloyal to my word, knight.”

“I apologise, your majesty,” the knight says. It’s all she can say, really. “I will fix things.”

“You… may keep the thing,” the king continues after a moment of intense deliberation. The knight attempts to not to look too surprised. The jester doesn’t even try. “But it is your accountant and nothing more. If I discover it torching my palace I will execute both it and you.”

“Accounting is what she’s best at, your majesty,” the knight says brightly. “You’ll never have to see her again.”

The king nods shortly, though his gaze is traitorously locked onto the purple ball in her hand. “I would not be adverse, knight,” the king says slowly, like he doesn’t quite want to, “if you felt it right to study. We did not know dragons purr, or like coin.”

“Your majesty?”

“Gather your resources and come back to me with knowledge of the beasts.” He waves a hand dismissively. “I will reconsider your treasonous actions if you can prove that your creature poses no threat to my rule or my people.”

A lot of questions are rattling through her brain. “Your majesty, what do—”

“That is all. Jester!” The king turns his attention away from her and back to the jester as he takes centrestage, looking a lot less stressed than before. He gives her a subtle nod and the lightest smile—a small gesture between the servants of the castle, a simple well done.

The knight leaves the hall with the king’s uproaring laughter following her. The dragon stays curled in her hand, and she runs her thumb over it carefully, the dragon’s body warm and prickly to the touch.

A knight to a scholar in one conversation. She doesn’t even know how to write.

#creative writing #writblr #writers on tumblr #writing #writing community #fantasci writing #fantasy writing #guess who got covid for the third fukn time #3????????? 3. 3 whole ass times #now. i know some people will not care about this. i know my coworkers sure dont #but i have seen the studies. chances of risk higher the more you get it etc etc #and on the first day i honestly felt like ASS and i still do!! ive had today off (yeehaw!) cause i feel like im dying!! (not yeehaw!) #wish me luck yall im so goddamn ill and im so goddamn mad about it #ive tried to do a lil writing through it but i aint all there in my head atm #so if i suddenly start posting the weirdest most incoherent stupid shit known to man. i wrote it with covid. sorry

[faz-friendly-light-up-shoes]

"The storm outside the plex raged on, the sounds of if were faint through the tune of the daycare but the occasional flicker of the over head lights served as a good enough indicator that it wouldnt be letting up soon. Youre pretty sure you are arent supposed to be here for as long as you have when you're off the clock and the plex is closed but hey. Its not like you can just. Go out in this weather right?"

#:) #star crossed souls #hi some shit happened #i got covid #some people i know died #mental state went to hell #this fic was shown to someone and they LAUGHED at me on voice call #so. yeah. #still have 0 confidence but the guilt is tearing me apart so #heres a crumb #and im trying to write again #ty for your patience

[spielzeugkaiser]

kaiser, I've been low-key worried about you as you crawl your way out of the Covid Hole. How are you doing? Hopefully recovering some energy? Sending you good healing vibes from afar!

Ahh, I hope you don't mind that I answer this one publicly. First of all, aww, that is very sweet, thank you 🥺💖 I'm not gonna lie, I still struggle quite a bit with breathing and concentration, but I'm getting there! (That I'm exhausted all the time is a given, but it's always been like thay.) I'm currently working out to get my lungs back to where they should be, but I'm also currently teaching and studying and working and moving and traveling for work and- *deflates*

I miss drawing a lot and I feel really restless since I stopped. Hopefully I'll come back to it by next month - once S3 is here I'm definitely back in my clown makeup 🙈🤡

#covid really got to me #but moving is also really exhausting #and I'm teaching some uh.. I guess college classes (?) soon that I have yet to prepare for #and a paper to write #I should also hop over to the netherlands by the start of next month for a congress - I did send an abstract in for that one #and another one in six weeks #have I mentioned aaaaaa yet #also moving really sucks the life out of me #very exhausting and much to carry and build and so many ikea trips #but I still have a head like a sieve sadly so it's all a bit unorganized - which is normally not how I handle things #and I'm really :( about not drawing - it always makes me antsy because I feel the longer I stop the harder it is to start again #and I don't want to loose all my drive and just. stop one day #that has happened before and lasted for years ._______.

[greyias]

It's been four days since someone left a comment talking about me writing a Knight/Theron/T7 threesome and I'm still

#gif #maybe it's the covid brain #but i just still have no words #(oh yeah i have covid) #(thanks work) #(not dying but not having a great time) #this comment HAUNTS me #look we all have a fun time joking about the medical droid love triangle #but that's different #that's a joke #and it doesn't involve t7 #the purest little cinnamon bun robot ever #i think this is just going to be one of those comments #where i mark it as read #and politely say nothing #because i got nothing

[devourable]

yonow what a post expanding more about that last abe post you had would be a hell of a way to start off 2024 🥳

its not 2024 yet but ill humor you 🫶

abe x trans darling in general is funny to me bc abe only has a loose grasp on what being trans is so you would have to educate him on a few things. hes never really thought ab that stuff in general before so a transmasc/trans dude darling casually telling him that he could get them pregnant bc their reproductive system is the same as before would do something to him psychologically. he would box you against a wall and immediately ask if he can try to knock you up then and there (then apologize moments later when he comes back to his senses LOL)

#darling: yeah it’s a little different but you can get me pregnant still so— #abe (heard ‘you can get me pregnant’ and got so hard he almost blacked out): i think i hauve Covid #/ref #xxi ;; the world — asks #anonymous

[ink-the-artist]

semester is almost over........ ill be doing soooo many commissions in like a week >:)

#been busy w school stuff #then i got covid which took me out for like a week #so i got even more busy with school stuff to catch up on everything i missed in that week #still had some covid brain fog n tiredness #finally finishing everything up then ill be FREE!!!!