Me opening googlemaps to check the drive distance on something: What the f --
Googlemaps: *puts on an Apple Maps costume* How u like me now?
Apparently Google Maps has adjusted its color palette to somewhere between irritating and unreadable, presumably in an effort to appear more similar to Apple Maps and edge them out, because yeah, that was a major threat.
I know it makes me the Old Man Yells At Sky meme but I hate everything that has happened to the internet visually since 2016.
[ID: A screengrab of the new Google Maps, with lurid blue for water and green for parkland, cream and yellow for various parts of the city of Chicago, and vivid grey streets that make it almost impossible to read the street names. Surely this will not cause problems for anyone and was an absolutely necessary change to make for reasons unrelated to Google forgetting to not be evil.]
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Okay so I saw the post about needed more sfw coryo content I was wondering if you could do one where the reader gets migraines and it’s just him taking care of reader?
I’m not too sure if you’ll do this but you work is amazing and tysm pookie ❤️
I am absolutely furious right now (not at you, this ask was amazing and fun to write) I had like a 1K word fic for this and then my Internet glitched out and I lost the entire freaking thing
so here is me hurriedly trying to rewrite it
Warnings: none, entirely sfw, slightly ooc coryo, one use of Y/N, corio and reader are already dating
You sank into your chair. It had been a long day, and your migraines had been absolutely relentless. You were exhausted and honestly just wanted to lay down.
But you had invited your boyfriend Coriolanus Snow over for dinner, and it wouldn’t be a great dinner if you just slept through it. But you were really tired, so you figured if you sat down for just a few minutes, you’d still have time to make something for dinner.
Then you heard the door open, and a familiar voice said, “Y/N? It’s me, Coriolanus.”
“I’m in here,” you said, standing up, ignoring the instant rush of dizziness that flooded to your head. “Sorry I didn’t make anything for dinner yet, I…forgot you were coming over.”
That was a horrible excuse and you both knew it. Even if you did forget, you wouldn’t forget about dinner entirely. You hadn’t made any food at all. Since you’d gotten home, you had just been lying down.
Coriolanus raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”
“Well….no,” you admitted, because what was the point of lying? He’d figure it out eventually, or just help you make a late dinner, and then you’d be more exhausted. “I’ve been having really bad migraines all day, and I didn’t want to make anything for dinner but I also didn’t want to just cancel our dinner together, so, I’m sorry.”
Coriolanus gently took your hand in his. “You don’t need to apologize for that. It wasn’t your fault. How about you go lie down and I’ll get you a cold washcloth?”
That sounded amazing to you, but you were still concerned about one thing. “What about you?” you asked. “Don’t you still need to eat?”
“I can eat a late dinner when I get back to my house,” Coriolanus said, leading you to your bedroom. “Right now, I just want to help you feel better.”
He walked into your bedroom with you, and the second you collapsed in your bed, you didn’t feel like arguing with him about it anymore. It was much more comfortable than you’d been all day.
Just a minute or so later, Coriolanus returned with a cold washcloth and a cup of water.
“Drink this,” he said as he placed the washcloth on your forehead. “It’ll help. I think.”
You drank the water and then set the cup on your nightstand. “Thanks, Coryo,” you said. “Would it be okay if I just laid here for a while?”
“Of course,” Coriolanus said. “I’ll just be in the main room, can you come and get me if you need anything?”
“Yeah,” you said, pulling the washcloth over your eyes. “Thank you, again.”
“Of course, again,” he smiled and clicked the light off on his way out.
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when i was 4-5 i was extremely disturbed and distressed about the fact that i was stuck in my body forever, like i had been brought here with no say in it and i could never be away from myself and i would be stuck with this body for life, i would always have to breathe and feel my heart beating and feed myself and hear every thought i have and there was no escape and nothing i could do about it (i don't think i fully understood death yet i don't remember) and this was the most horrific thing ever,,,, and being 5 years old i ofc assumed everyone else felt the exact same way, but as i got older no one ever talked about it so now im curious if this is like an actual developmental stage all children go through, like understanding death or that everyone else does not think and feel the exact same things as u lol
and like i know now that a lot of people do find having a body disturbing but i think i maybe find it a little more disturbing than most people considering it doesn't seem affect most people's daily life the way it does mine,,, like i am just thinking about it getting sick or not working allll the time i cant do anything without thinking about all the ways it could make me sick and it's so hard to eat or go outside or touch anything without washing my hands,,, and i hate being seen by other people!! i hate being perceived i hate being looked at or talked to its a horrible reminder about my horrible human body being real and everyone else seeing it's real too, i leave the house maybe once a month/every 6 weeks most of the time because i just do not want to be looked at at allll,, i exist purely on the internet i am an angel living in ur wifi💕 i am mostly non verbal and i dropped out of school and i have no friends and i hate eating and drinking and showering and sleeping and literally doing anything ever and my life is so small coz being trapped in a human body is just the most horrific disgusting traumatic thing imaginable to me and i dont want it
tldr: if i saw a therapist they'd tell me i have autism and ocd, make a safety plan with me so i don't commit suicide, and put me on antipsychotics
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incoming rant about migraines and how I'm constantly in denial™ about getting them, feel free to ignore
whenever I'm experiencing a migraine that I try to tell myself is just a headache, I go look in a mirror and check my pupil response because of that one time I had a migraine so bad I had to go into the urgent care to get a shot and the GP looked at my eyes, told me to look one way then another, and they were like yep your pupils are doing the bounce thing, you've got a migraine and then when I confirm that my pupils are doing the bounce thing in the mirror that's when I tell myself, yup you've got a migraine, time to do something about it and god if only i wasn't so damn stubborn about calling it a migraine maybe I'd fix it before it goes on for half a fucking week
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