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-Back on the Beat-
Part 3. 05
November 3rd, 7:15am
Porchay's phone wakes him up far earlier than he wanted to be awake this morning. He was up late playing video games and didn't get to bed until nearly 2am. 
Strangely enough, Kim didn't reply to the song he'd sent last night. Kim was typically late to bed, late to rise and had been for as long as Porchay had known him.
Looking at his phone, Porchay realises Kim probably went to bed early in order to be awake at this hour.
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Porchay blinks, suddenly feeling a lot more awake.
He… he thinks that he's figured out what Kim has been doing with these songs.
He can’t believe he was so slow to catch on, but it's so obvious now, looking back at their messages and the songs Kim has been sending him. 
He feels so embarrassed about the song from last night. He only wanted to recommend Kim something more uplifting. Kim has probably been thinking that Porchay has been sending him messages via music too.
He opens up his web browser.
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Oh God.
He can't believe he sent Kim this this song.
At least it's sort of accurate, Porchay thinks desperately. Even if he hadn't wanted Kim to know just yet.
He doesn't know what to do. 
He could be wrong. It is possible that it’s a total coincidence, and Kim just listens to sad, longing love songs on the regular. Except Kim is so analytical and detailed… there's no way it's a coincidence, he wouldn’t miss something like this even if it did start that way. It all makes sense and Porchay is going to jump out the window.
Okay. He takes a deep breath.
This is an opportunity. 
He did tell himself that he would let Kim make the next move. It's ridiculous and backhanded and not at all what Porchay had been expecting, but if Kim is asking for his forgiveness via song lyrics, then it totally counts as a move. Which means that the ball is now in Porchay’s court.
He looks down at his phone.
What does he really need from Kim? He's still hung up on what happened, but he also wants to move past it. He wants to forgive Kim, he wants to date him again. So what does he need from Kim to do that?
Porchay feels eagerness beginning to stir in him. He takes a breath and forces himself to calm down. He won't get his hopes up. He won't.
He already knows a song that would work well enough, so he sends it to Kim and locks his phone.
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It's up to Kim now how he responds, though if Porchay receives an apology song back, he might just throw his phone into Tankhun's fish pond.
He deserves more than that, surely.
He yawns.
Porchay doesn't need to be anywhere today. He may as well get some more sleep, and then he'll find some way to fill his day.
He puts his phone back on his night stand and snuggles up into his blankets.
Sleep comes quickly.
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It's 6:50pm and Porchay is grabbing his things to head to Tankhun’s rooms for movie night when he hears a knock on his door. 
"Yes?" He calls out.
"Khun Porchay," his guard, Nok, calls through the door "Khun Kim is here to see you. Are you available?"
Porchay stills. 
What? Kim came to see him?
"Khun?" Nok calls again
Porchay jolts and quickly grabs his dirty clothes to throw into the laundry hamper and begins grabbing food wrappers for the bin.
"Yes! Sorry!" He tosses the couch pillows back onto the couch haphazardly and kicks an old soft drink bottle under the bed "Yes I'm available. Send him in!" Oh! His dinner plates are still on the coffee table... he moves to stand in front of them. 
Porchay quickly straightens his hair, and then his clothes. Damn, he's still in the pyjamas he changed into for movie night. 
Wait, movie night!
The door opens.
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Let's see, Blueberry Academy is in Unova...
How does this affect the Spe timeline...
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Guess who just got an MCAS reaction from GOING PEE?
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Disney Villain Polycule Posts Part 7 - Picking a Plus One
WOO sneaky shenanigans - Hades maybe you shouldn't push your luck with your relatives, eh? Plot things might happen O.O
Under the cut becuase jesus wept this got away from me.
Hades is being forced invited to a shindig on Olympus, and Zeus has been kind enough to allow him to bring a plus one. With four partners however, that's a tad more difficult than it seems…
Hades is in hell.
No, not just literally for once.
Zeus had decided, in all his air-headed glory, to come down personally and invite him to another olympian shindig. Some over-the-top, mouse approved party which he had to attend.
Now, no skin off his nose getting to spend a day or two in the fresh air and good views of Olympus, even though he tends to get stinkeyed straight back off the cloud again but hey, no more pointless conversation to get snubbed from right?! Sigh.
Mouse approved too, so he couldn’t even get smashed and challenge Apollo to a chariot ‘race’ and nosedive into the earth.
He didn’t have a damn clue what this event was for and stopped listening pretty much the second his dear younger brother got past ‘hello’, but now he had a problem.
He had to bring a plus one.
The problem with being a married god was that people expected you to show up with your spouse. Persephone had made it abundantly clear that if she ever had to set foot in an olympian party with her mother present again she would fill every mattress, seat cushion and sofa on the planet with cacti and make for the sea – a notion he completely understood – and so she was a no go.
Besides, she liked getting to sit on his throne while he was out, and he was more than happy to leave the underworld to her steady eye for a bit. She either tended to redecorate or scare the souls shitless with new monstrous plants, and he loved the maniacal laughter he could sometimes hear echoing down the styx that meant she was having a good time.
So no Persephone. That was his one legitimate call, so turning up with anyone else would invite assumptions of cheating and at the very least a bodyslam from Mother Nature herself, and he was in no mood to be backhanded with the weight of a continent. He could just go alone…
...OR he could have fun with it.
Olympus was barred from mortals entering the realm, but, heh, technically HE was the only god controlling of someone’s state of mortality. They don’t call it an Immortal Soul for nothing!
He turns up to the event – seemingly alone. The air next to him was absolutely laced with glamours, and he could feel the long, thin fingers wrapped around his arm squeeze excitedly.
All throughout the event he forced himself to chat to his siblings and extended family. Sometimes all but launching himself into conversation and letting his natural smoke billow as he moved to cover up the tell tale snags of disturbed cloud around him.
If he really focussed he could tell exactly the moment when Facilier was successful in pickpocketing a god or goddess. A tiny hiss of delight and faint whizzing of a shadow under the cloud layer, handiwork completely silent otherwise. Items disappearing into the glamour with almost supernatural speed thanks to the bokor’s light and nimble fingers.
Off to the right, Jafar had slithered, glamoured and disguised further as a normal sized cobra, listening in on godly gossip and exploring the godly homestead with devious intent. Hades hoped he could make it to Athena’s library in time, and shoved the yearning to see Jafar’s face light up like a child whose birthday had come early deep down. He’d get to see it later, as his partner let the more nerdy, scholarly side of himself take over in a flurry of ink spatters and scattered parchment, attempting to replicate the goddess’s work.
He had, unfortunately, been cornered by Demeter, Zeus and Hera when he felt the tingling scrape of a half transformed claw glide across his upper back.
Maleficent was no doubt absolutely delighted at the fact none of the other gods knew she was there and has let the excitement render her a tad more dragon-esque than normal.
She was also probably laughing at the poorly hidden wish to be left alone written all over his face as his family grilled him for Sephy’s absence. Demeter seemed determined to accuse him of locking her down there – a line of thought that illustrated just how truly little she knew her daughter, since Sephy would have broken out and stabbed him by now if he tried that – Zeus was running for the ‘worlds most patronising pep talk’ award (nothing new, but it did reinforce the wish to stuff his beard into a wood-chipper) and Hera-
-Hera wasn’t saying anything. Which was bringing him out in a cold sweat.
The Goddess of Marriage was just, squinting. At him. He frantically resisted the urge to flick his eyes toward where he knew his beaus were causing mischief around the room.
...Maybe it was a bad idea to flaunt a secret poly relationship in a room containing the goddess of love and the goddess of marriage after all huh??? He didn’t even know how the two did their thing, for titans sake woman - could she see something?!
He frantically babbled out a half assed excuse to leave and all but yanked on the connection to his partners to skedaddle. Cut losses while you’re ahead and all that. He needed a drink and nap and to triple the Underworld wards pronto.
Later, on Olympus.
Hera met Aphrodite on a balcony, overlooking a stunning view of the sunset over Greece. The party was over, and the world was leaning into the contemplative quiet that came with onset of night.
The entrance to the underworld could be seen in the far distance. She let the silence simmer for a while. The elder goddess made no move to interrupt it. Hera sighed.
“I think you’re on to something.” She said.
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klmt1 · 8 months
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Eula has surgery friday and we’re still not sure if she’s only losing a few toes or her whole leg :(
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lori-the-dragon-ninja · 4 months
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this is such a cool set I love it so so much
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bioaccumulation · 4 months
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Forgetting all ethical quandaries i wish i lived in a world where you could rent-a-body if yours was experiencing medical distress. Tell me why I was prescribed medication that I turned out to be allergic too and now I have to suffer through days of intense full body itching. Why can I not simply abandon this vessel for a temporary robot substitute so I don't have to spend every waking moment in a new, fresher hell
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s0fter-sin · 5 months
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was anyone going to tell me your eyes aren’t supposed to burn when you cry and can be a sign of eds or was i supposed to see a tiktok of it myself
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shwoo · 5 months
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I got my ADHD medication back! And now I should be able to get it from the GP. The psychiatrist says he sent the letter last time, and sent another one with me CC'd in so I could show the GP. She had received it, but I guess hadn't seen it yet? But it should be okay now, and I shouldn't have to spend nearly $400 every six months to keep access to my brain-have pills.
Also, before that, the shortage for the antihistamine the doctor said I should try ended, so I managed to get some. I took some, and then drank like three or four cups of water. That's actually a good thing, because plain water doesn't normally feel refreshing to me, and my body can't seem to hang on to it. I still need to drink electrolyte fluid, but maybe less now? It's too soon to tell.
Also, I woke up in the middle of the night last night, which isn't a good thing, but also I could breathe with my mouth closed! Not forever, but for longer than I normally can. Whatever that was wore off after a little while, but it was encouraging.
And I feel a little less dead than I normally do at this time of night. So improvement does seem to be happening, even though I'd like some more specific diagnosis and treatment. I'll talk to my immunologist when I see her in March, I guess. I asked the GP about it today, and she said again that I'd probably get dismissed unless I asked two specific people who aren't taking new patients and live hundreds of kilometres away, but I want to at least try. Even if she's right, I'm better off than I was, and medical understanding of mast cell disorders has improved a lot, and is probably going to keep improving. I'll just keep doing my own research.
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enjomo-arch · 1 year
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If ace gives u something nice is 90% stolen < 3 the 10 % is him finding it somewhere and taking it with himself. He loves hoarding.
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girlbossblackbeard · 6 months
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garbagequeer · 8 months
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on the bright side. forever half mast ending
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aibidil · 1 year
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Currently trying a medication for POTS that has worsened my MCAS... I am feeling so nauseated and gross and forgot I used to live like this before treatment??! Flashback to all the times I would vomit from eating foods that were usually fine, from not eating, and from everything in between, at random ✌🏻️ and apologies to whatever Disney cast member had to clean up when I vomited there in the bushes circa 2015
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