#so turns out an apple a day does keep the doctor away!
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𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿.
pairing. student! gojo satoru x reader
genre. fluff, slice of life, idiots in love
warnings. tooth-rotting fluff
summary. and when you laugh at his stupid comment, leaves of all colors and sizes in your hair, cheeks red from the low temperatures, he finally knows why you love autumn so much.
words. 901
note. don't imagine falling in love with toru in autumn, sharing hot chocolate, cozy movie dates and him giving you his sweater bc yours don't keep you warm enough
comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! <3
satoru doesn't know why you love autumn so much when it's not only the busiest time for sorcerers, but also annoyingly windy with sudden downpours out of nowhere. days are cut short since the sun would set earlier than usual and dark skies would envelop tokyo at five pm instead of at nine in the late evening. autumn is the season in which everything starts dying or hiding away; may it be trees drying out and shedding their once lush leaves or that small hedgehog across the street searching for a cozy, safe place to hibernate.
a scowl rested on satoru's handsome face. the tip of his nose and the apples of his cheeks are bitten red by the chilly temperatures lingering in the streets. snot runs from his nostril and he sniffles. even the coat paired with the scarf wrapped around his neck can't stop his runny nose. satoru isn't sick, oh no. if anything, he's sick of the weather.
chilly temperatures always equal a runny nose for satoru.
he sighs, cerulean eyes rolling behind pitch black shades. "next time, you go on that walk by yourself. my doctor will hear about you if i get sick."
a light bounce is in your step. turning to face satoru, you smile at him. "stop exaggerating. i just wanted to see you and spend some time with you." satoru is right next to you, eyeing you from his peripheral. "you've been away so much ever since autumn came."
he just scoffs. luckily, satoru's cheeks are already red or else you would've called him out on the blush blooming across his cheeks. he likes to pretend to be tough and immune to your words when in reality, each of your honeyed words cut through his defenses like butter.
"must miss me real bad, huh? how cute." satoru puffs his chest out, proud of the comment he's just come up with.
a little pout rests upon your lips and all of a sudden, you feel a little shy, because yes, you do miss satoru real bad and feel almost..lonely without him. but with an ego as massive as satoru is tall, you can't give him that sort of satisfaction. so all you do is huff in response. "all i heard is that i'm cute."
selective hearing, hm?
despite the several layers of clothes hiding your skin and keeping you toasty warm, satoru knows how to worm his way through every single layer until he is underneath your skin, flustering you and making you feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.
popping into your personal bubble, he wears a smug smirk on his chapsticked lips. "ohhh, you do miss me!" satoru chirps, tosses his arm around your shoulder and pulls you into his side.
occasionally, satoru forgets how strong he is compared to you and is a bit rougher with you than he should be. the pull is sudden, makes you squeak as you slip on a damp leaf and lose your balance. instead of finding yourself in satoru's arm, your butt lands in a pile of dried leaves.
dumbfounded you stare at satoru, owlishly blinking at him while a few leaves get stuck on the top of your head. he thinks he fucked up, will get a real good scolding from you, telling him to be more careful, but your nagging never comes.
instead, you laugh heartily with round cheeks and your teeth showing off. a melodious sound that fills the park and drips right into the cracks of satoru's heart, turning the snow into sweet, saccharine honey.
his heart does this funny thing again. the thing where it skips a beat and pumps just a tad bit harder, making him feel warm from the core up.
before satoru can even think about teasing you, a handful of leaves is flung right at his face and he finds himself laughing along with you. "what was that for?"
"for letting me fall and getting my ass wet!" you're still laughing, then your face scrunches up as satoru flings his own fistful of leaves at your face.
you begin chasing him with two fistfuls of leaves. suddenly, red, yellow and orange is stuck in his hair and you realize..it makes his eyes look even more mesmerizing than they already are. how unfair.
"not my fault you're getting your ass wet over me!"
oh, he's having the time of his life chasing you around the park, flinging dried leaves at each other and laughing so carelessly without a worry in the world. your laughter mixes with his, creating a symphony that only something akin to love could compose.
"oh, shut up, will you?!" playfully, you shove satoru into a pile of leaves, but if he's going down, he's taking you with him.
grabbing you by the collar, satoru falls into the pile of leaves with you and laughs alongside you. a tangled mess of limbs and puffs of white smoke fill the space around you. your head rests somewhere on satoru's chest while his arms and legs are sprawled out like a starfish.
"i'll only shut up if you make me, darling." satoru wiggles his eyebrows at you, all in good fun.
and when you laugh at his stupid comment, leaves of all colors and sizes in your hair, cheeks red from the low temperatures, he finally knows why you love autumn so much.
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TBB Incorrect Quotes, Part 8
Omega: The first time I ever got upset in front of Crosshair, he put his arms around me and it was so awkward that I had to ask him if he was hugging me or reaching for something on the shelf behind me.
Crosshair: I was doing both, for your information.
Hunter: The first time Crosshair hugged me, it was such a disaster we didn’t make eye contact for, like, a week after.
Tech: Wrecker just said "I have an appetite for destruction" and then he reached down and untied my shoe.
Wrecker: On the count of three, what’s your favorite cake?
Wrecker & Hunter: One, two, three-
Wrecker & Hunter: Chocolate cake, peanutbutter frosting, and chocolate chunks!
Tech: Our turn, Omega! One, two, three-
Tech: Vanilla!
Omega: I’ve never had cake before. What is cake?
Crosshair: I’m a bad person, I’m a very bad person, I’m a horrible person.
The Squad:
Crosshair: No you’re not, Crosshair! We still love you, Crosshair!
*Everyone is giving advice to Echo*
Omega: It's okay to ask for help.
Hunter: You're not a burden.
Crosshair: Murder is okay.
Tech: Your feelings matter.
Tech: Omega is mad at me, and I'm not sure why.
Hunter: Okay, did you talk before she got upset?
Tech: ...yes?
Hunter: That's probably it.
Crosshair: To everyone who has treated me poorly, I am sexier than you.
Omega: What are you writing?
Echo: The government wants to know what kind of weapons we have in the house. I'm letting them know it's private information.
Hunter, looking over Echo’s shoulder: This just says 'fuck around and find out' in calligraphy.
Crosshair: Why do you hang out with me?
Wrecker: You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me!
Crosshair: …
Crosshair: I feel a bit sorry for you.
Omega: So, did everyone learn their lesson?
Wrecker: No.
Crosshair: I did not.
Hunter: I may have actually forgotten one.
Echo: Also no.
Omega: Oh good, neither did I.
Tech: *Exhausted sigh*
Hunter: A pessimist sees a dark tunnel.
Wrecker: An optimist sees light at the end of the tunnel.
Echo: A realist sees a freight train.
Crosshair: The train driver sees three idiots standing on the tracks.
Hunter: You've been given a new job to do, but I'm worried it might make you angry.
Tech: Just say it quick, like ripping off a band-aid.
Hunter: You have to teach Omega how to drive.
Tech: ...put the band-aid back on.
Hunter: You know guys, sometimes I feel like Crosshair doesn't take me seriously enough.
Omega: "Sometimes"?
Wrecker: "Enough"?
Hunter:
Wrecker: Change that to 'at all' and we'll talk.
Omega: Just be yourself. Say something nice.
Crosshair: Which one? I can't do both.
Hunter: An Apple a day keeps the Doctor away!
Tech: An Apple a day can keep anyone away if you throw it hard enough.
Hunter: You’re my best friend, I would do anything for you.
Wrecker: I want you to eat 3 meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.
Hunter: Absolutely not.
Tech: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?
Echo: Literally or figuratively?
Tech: I have to specify?
Hunter: Some of us are still ‘it’ from a childhood game of tag.
Echo: Way to just fuck me up on a Tuesday.
Omega: If you put 'violently' in front of anything to describe your action, it becomes funnier.
Omega: Violently practices.
Hunter: Violently studies.
Tech: Violently sleeps.
Echo: Violently shoots pictures.
Wrecker: Violently boxes.
Crosshair: Violently murders people.
Tech: Violently worries about the previous statement.
Hunter: This is a bad idea.
Crosshair: Then why are you coming along?
Hunter: Someone has to get your injured ass home.
Hunter: Crosshair is okay.
Echo: He’s okay? He said he was going to break my legs! And don't tell me he didn't mean it, okay?! 'Cause he gave me the mackerel eyes, he meant it!
Hunter: Echo, Crosshair threatened me. He threatens Tech every day. He probably threatened Wrecker before breakfast this morning. It's what he does. Grow a pair.
Wrecker: You know me, Echo, I don’t take any shit. You know what I say to my haters?
Echo: What?
Wrecker: I say: “Please don’t hate me, I’m really nice.”
Echo: Crosshair, I beg of you. Please, PLEASE go to the doctor.
Crosshair: Hey, I'm sorry. Is this OUR stab wound?
Omega: You believe me?
Hunter: Omega, you’re the last good person on this planet. I‘d believe cartoon birds braided your hair this morning.
Hunter: Met a dumbass today. Awful.
Echo: You looked in a mirror?
Hunter: someday you will have to answer for your actions and god may not be so merciful.
Omega: *runs up to doors*
Omega: Be careful, Tech! These doors say "Blast Danger"!
Omega: Echo, we're hungry!
Tech: Echo! What's for dinner?
Wrecker: We're hungry, Echo!
Echo, frying a bottle of ketchup over the stove: *screams*
Wrecker: Ow!
Tech: What’s wrong?
Wrecker: I have this weird pain right above my eyebrow.
Tech: It’s called a stress headache. I got my first one when I was four.
Crosshair: Your Honor, I hereby submit the following to the court:
Crosshair: Wrecker, what the actual FUCK?
Tech: *raises eyebrows*
Hunter: Put those back down!
Hunter: Help! I’m drowning!
Tech: Calm down. We’re only in six feet of water!
Hunter: NOT ALL OF US ARE TALL!
Tech: So, Wrecker is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night.
Omega: Why?
Tech: Because I've caught him trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row.
Wrecker, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.
Hunter: Why are you late?
Tech: A technical error occurred, causing an unexpectedly long bout of unconsciousness.
Hunter: Overslept?
Tech: Overslept.
Echo: I'm not doing too well.
Omega: What's wrong?
Echo: I have this headache that comes and goes.
*Crosshair enters the room*
Echo: There it is again.
Tech: Stop setting things on fire because you're curious about what will happen. What will happen is fire.
Wrecker: But what if something else happens just this one time.
The Squad: *walking at the mall*
Wrecker: Hey, have any of you guys seen Crosshair? He’s been gone for a while..
Echo: Eh, nope.
Hunter: No, I haven’t...
Tech: Probably ran off to McDonald’s or something.
Crosshair: Hey.
Wrecker: Ooh, there you are-
Echo: What the fu-
Tech: I- where were you?!
Crosshair: Walking right behind you guys.
Crosshair: I know one person who finds me funny!
Tech: Okay, who?... and you can't say yourself!
Crosshair: Okay then I'm out.
Omega: The ritual. To preform it requires a sacrifice.
Crosshair: Sacrifice? I nominate Hunter.
Hunter: Wait, what?
Crosshair: Because you're little, you'll fit on a barbecue.
Hunter: I'm 5'11, it's like average height in most of the world!
Omega: Its not that kind of of sacrifice guys!
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🤔🍓Are there any fruits my Gallifreyan should avoid in their diet?
Gallifreyans must tread a little more carefully due to their reaction to aspirin. Certain fruits like oranges, cherries, and grapes are rich in salicylates, the natural form of aspirin, and could trigger an adverse reaction in a Gallifreyan system. However, moderate to low amounts can usually be tolerated and do not affect a normal diet.
So turns out an apple a day won't keep the Doctor away, but maybe a whole basket would ...?
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"Please don't leave me in here alone." - Chris & Maddie
WARNING/S: mentions of throw up/vomit, mentions of blood, medical setting
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Chris lets out a long groan as he stretches out his entire body before slumping back against the most uncomfortable chair he’s ever sat in and looks over at Maddie sleeping soundly as the bag of fluids connected to her IV slowly drips away.
It’s been a hard week, one for the hardest he’s had in a while, and it isn't ending anytime soon.
She’s been sick, really sick.
And it’s made him sick with worry.
He’s barely slept in the four days since she first threw up. And it hasn’t stopped. She hasn’t been able to keep anything down, not even water.
It actually looked like she was on the mend this morning. She managed to keep down some apple juice with blended ice for a good few hours and was feeling a little better until she brought it all back up… with blood.
And for the first time in the three years they’d been together, he was harsh with her. He didn’t want to, but he had no choice.
She didn’t want to go to the hospital, and he didn't blame her with the trauma she has, but she needed medical attention, and quickly.
That was hours ago. After tests and scans and more tests it’s now a waiting game for the results.
He feels so helpless knowing there’s nothing he can do to make her better. It’s like he’s failing her. All he can do is watch over her and pray to whoever’s listening that she’s going to be okay.
He’s pulled out of his thoughts by her quiet whine as she stirs, stretching out before rolling onto her side and curling up.
“Chris?” she whimpers, making his heart ache as a frown spreads across her forehead.
He hates this with every fibre of his being, seeing her so sick. She never gets sick. He can’t even remember the last time she had a cold.
“I’m here” he says quietly, gently squeezing her hand before running his thumb back and forth over her knuckles.
She lets out a soft groan and squeezes back as she slowly opens her eyes, blinking as they adjust to the ridiculously bright lights in her room.
A small smile spreads across her face as soon as her eyes focus on him and she visibly relaxes, realising he’s actually here and she isn’t imagining things in her semi-drugged up state.
“Hey baby, how you feeling?” he asks quietly as he reaches forward and brushes her hair off her face.
“Bit better” she mumbles, her eyes fluttering shut again as she leans into his touch. Since the day she had her first panic attack in front of him, on set of The Winter Soldier all those years ago, his touch has comforted her in a way no one else’s does.
“Is your pain any better?” he asks, praying it’s subsided in the few hours she’s been asleep. She just lets out a pained grunt and shakes her head.
“I’m sorry, baby” he whispers before leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to her temple, making her hum quietly.
“You missed” she mumbles, puckering her lips and pointing to them. He lets out a quiet chuckle before pressing his lips to hers, only pulling away when there’s a knock at the door.
“Come in” he says, sitting up in his chair and turning his attention to who he assumes is a doctor as she quietly comes into the room.
“Hi, I’m Doctor Loscoe, I’ll be looking after you tonight. How are you feeling?” Doctor Loscoe asks, giving them a kind smile.
“I wanna go home” Maddie mumbles. She’s never felt so sick in her life and all she wants to do is curl up snuggled into Chris’ side and forget everything, but she can’t because she’s stuck in a stupid hospital bed.
“I don’t blame you but unfortunately you’re not going anywhere tonight, I’m sorry” Doctor Loscoe tells her, making Chris straighten up in his chair.
“Is everything okay?” he asks, looking at Doctor Loscoe worried.
She gives him a small frown and pulls up some information on the iPad she’s holding, quickly double checking it before looking back at him.
“Not really, no. Her blood tests show her white cell count is quite elevated, about three times what it should be, which tells us there’s an infection somewhere. We just don’t know where. We’re going to run some more tests in the morning but until then I’d like to get her started on some broad spectrum antibiotics to start tackling whatever’s going on” Doctor Loscoe tells him before walking to the side of Maddie’s bed and adjusts something on one for her handful of monitors.
“Is that okay, baby? The meds?” Chris asks Maddie quietly, wanting to make sure she understands what he’s just been told. She gives him a small nod in response before
“I’ll get an order written up then one of the nurses will come hook an IV up” Doctor Loscoe says before making some notes on the iPad.
“Thank you” Maddie says quietly, trying, and failing, to give the woman a smile as she lets out a whimper, unable to hide her pain.
“You’re very welcome. I’m going to put an order in for some pain relief too, get you more comfortable” Doctor Loscoe says as her pager goes off. She pulls it off the waistband of her scrubs and reads it before quickly leaving the room.
As soon as the door closes, Maddie bursts into tears, well and truly overwhelmed. It makes Chris’ heart break in two as he leans over her and rests his forehead against her temple.
“It’s okay, baby. You’re ok. You’re safe. I’m right here” he says quietly as he rubs slow circles on her back.
“M’sorry” she gasps, trying to calm herself down. She hates crying, even in front of the man who’s her everything. She knows it’s irrational, but it makes her feel weak, like she’s back56 to being that damaged woman Travis created.
“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for, baby” Chris tells her, wishing she didn’t feel like she has to apologise to him for having basic human emotions.
“Please don't leave me in here alone” she whispers, her voice shaking as she reaches out to him and grips his shirt tightly, trying to ground herself.
She’s so scared.
“I’m not going anywhere” he says quietly as he kicks off his shoes and climbs into the tiny bed with her, pulling her into his lap and pressing a long kiss to her forehead “I promise”
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O’s 100 Followers Celebration
I am blown away by the support ya’ll have shown me and as thanks I’m offering you this:
Choose which work you would like to see next!
I’ll be posting the summaries for stories I have and you’ll get to pick the one you would like to see the most first!
I currently have 10 works that you’ll get a sneak preview for and they’ll be a poll posted where you can vote!
Two of these are continuations of current works I have done but have not finished.
Poll Closed!
Thank y’all again,
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Call of Duty
To Mend
Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x GN!Reader
Summary: Working on base as a cobbler/tailor repairing items for the soldiers, one lieutenant visits you for a minor fix and can’t keep his eyes off you. Your nimble fingers, as they mend his belongings and maybe one day, himself.
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The Countenance Of A Friend
Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x GN!Reader
Summary: Simon is urged by his doctor to attend group therapy, seeing if it’ll be more beneficial than one-on-one sessions. He signs up for one and that’s where he meets you. It turns out that having a friend who can understand and relate to something so personal makes him realize he isn’t alone.
Resident Evil
All Around Me
Pairing: Vampire!Jill Valentine x GN!Reader
Summary: Working nights at a gas station has its perks, little foot traffic and relatively quiet. Not to mention one of your favorite regulars frequents during this time. There’s something about her that’s so alluring, you can’t look at her for long. A feeling burning like fire, coursing through you whenever she’s around. During this time of year the days are getting shorter, becoming chillier, leaves starting to fall. Something is in the air, stirring within you. You never feel alone nowadays, once a comforting feeling has now put you on constant edge. A presence is always lurking around the corner, right out of reach. Even if you wanted to fight it, could you? Or were you destined for its pages, years in the making, the story needing you to reach its conclusion.
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Looking For That Blessed Hope
Pairing: Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader
Summary: Meeting in college through your choir classes, Leon’s at college and the academy part time. He graduates at the top of his class and is offered a job in Raccoon City. You two had become good friends and left off on a tear-filled goodbye. You don’t see him again until years later during another outbreak. Having heard of the incident in RC, you thought he had died. He comes to your aid and you both have to make your way out of the infected streets and to safety.
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Breaking The Ice
Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x AFAB!GN!Reader
Summary: Working at a bookstore, a kind stranger comes in and asks for your help each time, eventually working up the courage to ask you on a date. Agreeing, you two have dinner where you find out exactly what he does for work, with an offered demonstration.
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The Affliction of Our Peace
Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x AFAB!GN!Reader
Summary: Leon and you are neighbors, you two helping each other out when you can. Him retrieving your mail when he’s home and you cook him dinner when he gets back from missions. He notices your deteriorating health and things come to a head when he overhears a conversation with your insurance company, refusing to no longer pay for one of your medications. Leon offers a solution, one that would be convenient for the both of you.
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Southern Charm
Pairing: Ethan Winters x GN!Reader
Summary: You begin working at a new company, meeting the coworker you’ll work with the most. He’s attracted to your southern charm and can’t help the feelings that rise. From the accent to the way you move, it captivates him. How much longer can he stay quiet about the blossoming infatuation he has for you?
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Through Patience and Comfort
Pairing: Alexander Kozachenko x GN!Reader
Summary: Recently graduated with a Masters degree in Education, you have already been teaching for a couple years when you decide to branch out, applying for a chance to teach abroad. Applying to teach English to Speakers of Other Languages (TESOL), your application is accepted by the Eastern Slav Republic, where you’ll be a teacher’s assistant for the time being until learning the ropes and the language at your new school, under Alexander Kozachenko.
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All Are of The Dust Part Two | Ending One
Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x GN!Reader
Summary: What if your answer was no?
“Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves but rather give place unto wrath: for it is written, VENGEANCE IS MINE, I WILL REPAY, saith the Lord. –Romans 12:19
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Tongue Tied Part 2
Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x AFAB!GN!Reader
Summary: The events that happen after your date with Leon.
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Lmao I could not stop thinking about this all day like i absolutely need a oneshot like this😭😭😭.
I know Castin most likely not gonna be allowed near his wife during the birth of their child/children, but like if he was allowed he would be hella nervous throughout the process. I feel like he would be those husbands that would act like doctors (with no background or knowledge) telling his wife to push hard, not to stop, push in a certain position, telling them to calm down, lowkey lying saying that they're almost finished when they barely started😔. Mind you Castin is saying this with only good intentions only wanting to make sure that the baroness/Celica doesn't go through any complications, but boy does he annoy the hell out of her. At one point she stopped screaming and pushing only to silently turn her head to Castin and give him one of the most deadest glares he has ever received in his entire life time of living (in the room filled with nurses or doctors). 😂😂😂This would be the first time Castin has ever heard his wife say something so fowl and full of curses let alone be on the receiving end of it.
I'm sorry that I don't have time to write a oneshot now, but I can give you a scenario, Anon!
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I imagine everyone who is important to the couple would be there during the birth: Lilia, Rhett, Isolde, Reyes, Dolion, and Rex would be waiting outside of the birthing room. The doctors, nurses and even Ezekiel are right there in the room to help assist the Baroness.
Castin would be pacing around, anxiety literally dripping off of him while the ladies snacked on and the men were trying to calm him down.
Lilia, carefully peeling an apple for them and the Baroness: Castin, sit your ass down before you give everyone a migraine. Oh! Excuse me, Your Majesty.
Queen Isolde: It's cool. I've heard worse from Rhett.
Rhett: Beloved -
Castin: Guys! Hello!? Why aren't y'all freaking out about this!? It's been hours since my wife went into labour!
Dolion: We know. We can read the time, brother.
Rex: Sarcasm won't help the Commander calm down, Dolion. Be more empathetic, please.
Castin: Guys!?
Rhett: Castin! Take a deep breath and sit down already! The Baroness is in good and, more importantly, CAPABLE hands. You panicking won't help -
The doors to the maternity room burst open. A very pissed-off-looking doctor stomps out, effectively silencing everyone.
Doctor: May I remind everyone that the Baroness now requires peace!? If none of you can keep it down, then I am forced to use my authority and banish all of you until further notice.
Castin, now super distressed: But...
That's when a scream broke out. One filled with pain. No one could stop him as Castin after that. Not even Rhett, for he rushes past the doctor and hurried to the Baroness' beside. Startling the nurses.
There, lying in bed with immense pain and sweating profusely is the entire reason why Castin's heart beats.
Castin, panicking now, oh boy: Babe! Babe, are you alright!?
The Baroness is now glaring at him: Yes, husband. I'm having that time of my fucking life!
Everyone in the room, including Castin, winces. But he's determined to help her in any way he can. He snatches a wet cloth from a startled nurse and carefully dabs his wife's face; not realising that he forgot to squeeze the damn thing and now her pillow and face are drenched with water.
The Baroness, furious now: CASTIN -
Castin: You're alright, babe. A-OK! Just try to breathe in more deeply and keep pushing!
An aggravated nurse: Commander, the head isn't even crowning yet! Please leave so we can -
Castin: Nah, nah, the sooner she pushes the better, right!? You're doing great! Hahaha! No need to panic! You want any water? Snacks? I can feed you!
The Baroness: Castin, get the fuck out of my room before I cut your balls out!
Cue the contractions again and this time, she screams louder than before. Rhett, Reyes, Dolion and Rex finally broke into the room to drag Castin away. NSDJKFNKJDSF WHAT A MESS!
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MAG 120 Relisten
(a-mag-a-day people: I fucked up the tag on yesterday's post T_T If you still want to take a look at it, click here: MAG 119 Relisten)
Activity on my first listen: cutting apples.
There is static as soon as the statement starts.
"Desperate, he tries to throw the apple at his observer, but it is too late."
Actually, have you tried throwing something really hard in a dream, or punching very hard? It's frustratingly not possible, it feels like you're moving underwater.
Hm, the static has died down a bit at some time, probably so it can audibly rise again at "It hurts."
Hm, it rises again to well audible background static when he leaves the MAG 65 dream and ventures on to those he cannot access anymore.
"The rain is still there, though it is empty. The long and desolate road, slick with the downpour; a police car’s lights flashing over the unmoving van. The doors are open, and the too-familiar statues stand either side of the well-worn wooden box. He looks around, his eyes scanning this forever road and the clouds of iron gray, looking for her, but she is not there."
Daisy's dream is still here. Yet Leitner or Gerry, who are clearly dead, never come up. Daisy alive! (Hm, on second thought, we don’t know if Leitner would have come up at all since one, he died before Jon could go to sleep and two, he had read A Disappearance, maybe he would have never come up at all, even if he lived.)
Okay, so I think the static’s phasing in and out. Almost no static at Daisy's dream, though very strong at "I Am For You".
"There is nowhere in this universe that it would not blot out the sky."
Just 40 more episodes!
"More than anything, the Archivist wants to look away, to turn his eye from her gentle sadness, from the disappointment in what she sees in him."
Ouch...
ELIAS: "Hello, Inspector. Martin. I’m, uh, sorry to hear about Tim –"
MARTIN: "Don’t."
ELIAS: "And Daisy, I suppose –"
MARTIN: "Don’t. You. Dare."
ELIAS: "I suppose it’s some consolation Basira made it out. And John. More or less."
I mean, they are vital for the audience to know what happened, but I love this little bits of information casually coming up in a conversation for us to fill in the blanks.
ELIAS: "There was simply too much to keep watching over. I only have two eyes, after all."
Can't imagine how much of a problem a truly omniscient villain would have been. Even if here it's what he wanted anyway.
MARTIN: "Just be, be careful with him, all right, he can see things – put thoughts and – stuff into your head –"
POLICE OFFICER: "Like I said: I’ve been briefed. And the situation is being monitored –"
OMG, I just remembered! I was just thinking, you can be briefed all you want, but how would you keep someone like this out of your mind. Does anyone know Village of the Damned? (1995 by John Carpenter, based on the 1960s movie) Under weird circumstances, children with psychic powers were born in the eponymous village. Those children were not benevolent, they could make other people do stuff, get into their heads etc. The town doctor though found a way to keep them out of his head by imagining a brick wall and all this thoughts well hidden behind this it.
ELIAS: [ow] "Are those really necessary?"
[SOUND OF ELIAS BEING APPARENTLY PUNCHED IN THE STOMACH]
ELIAS: [gag, wheeze]
I may not be one for revenge. But I take delight if someone does occasionally reap the fruit of their labor.
ELIAS: [wheeze] "Goodbye, Martin." [wheeze] "Be seeing you."
Ha! Seeing!
PETER: "To be honest with you, Martin, I didn’t expect to be taking over the place so soon, or in quite such a state of disarray. But I’ll do my best to keep the place afloat."
Ha! Afloat! Coming from a sea captain!
PETER: "Well, if you could send Melanie and Basira up to see me, I’d like to introduce myself."
First time around I assumed Elias would be at the hospital when speaking of Jon's dreams. But I guess he wouldn't need to be physically near Jon and this line makes it quite clear, that they are in Elias' office.
PETER: "After that, I’ll put through a couple of weeks of paid leave for you all – I think giving everyone some space to try and deal with the loss of Tim and Daisy might do everyone some good."
As someone who likes to deal with grief in isolation, I thought "Oh, how very nice of him". But that's not exactly what this is, given it's a Lukas.
@a-mag-a-day
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lenny surprising midge at yom kippur dinner or something? maybe she’s sad bc he’s been on tour for a while and today is harder bc she hasnt been able to talk to him all day but he shows up to dinner?
(Fashionable People)
She shouldn't have fasted, but Joel had needled her about being spoiled and not fasting with the other adults, so she decides to suck it up and she doesn't eat the entire day.
No one else seems to notice. Lenny is out of town. Joel certainly doesn't seem concerned, and Mei is working a shift at the hospital today, and her parents and brother and sister-in-law are busy. And she's done good job so far of managing things.
It feels good to take part. To feel normal, if dizzy.
But she does miss Lenny terribly. He's got shows in DC and Chicago now that his convictions are overturned, and that's wonderful, but her heart aches without his presence sometimes, though she doesn't talk about it with anyone but Imogene.
There's a flurry of activity when they get back to the apartment on Riverside Drive. It's got the bigger dining room after all, and it feels too strange for Joel to be in Lenny's apartment, specifically when Lenny isn't home.
Midge takes a seat in the living room on the couch, lounging back, chatting with her family.
"See?" Joel says to her. "You're fine. You coulda fasted last year too, I bet."
she gives him a tepid smile, but doesn't respond, She shouldn't have let him get to her. She should have told him to go away and eaten some crackers, or an apple.
It's just hard not to feel normal.
Midge frowns when she notices another knock on the door, and she wonders if maybe Mei cut out of work early, but when her father opens the door-
"Lenny! Just in time for Break Fast."
When he appears into the doorway of the living room, Midge lights up and gets to her feet, a little shaky, but smiling.
He gazes at her softly, and nods to everyone else. "Surprise. I wrapped up early in Chicago and hopped an early flight."
"Wonderful!" Rose beams. "There's plenty of food, as always."
"Can I talk to this one for a moment?" Lenny requests, taking Midge's fingers in his - a lot like the way he did at Carnegie Hall three years ago, and leads her towards the kitchen. He doesn't let goo this time, though.
"You fasted," he says, turning to her when they step into the kitchen. "Midge, you're not supposed to, you know what the doctors said."
She nods, looking down at their joined hands. "I just- I wanted to feel normal. And Joel called me spoiled, and I just...I thought I could handle it."
"You're about to drop," Lenny notes.
"I know. But we're eating soon."
"What if you'd collapsed at services?" Lenny asks, worried etched into his face. "I thought we talked about this. I know it's hard work to keep track of your health but you said you would while I was gone. You promised me."
Midge swallows and shrugs. "I don't know why I let Joel get to me. I just-" she closes her eyes, feeling a wave of dizziness again. "I'm sorry, Lenny."
"I'm only going to forgive you if you eat some challah and right now," he tells her, leading her over to sit at the kitchen table.
So she does, munching quietly. "I really missed you," she says softly. "I'm so glad you're home."
Lenny sighs and leans down, kissing her gently. "I missed you, too."
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Whump Wednesday - 51 - Yonderland
Title: Tingling [AO3]
Characters: Vex/Ho-Tan
Prompt: Ho-Tan needs to go to the dentist. Vex is there for her every step of the way and looks after her. - Prompt sent in by the lovely @iris-in-the-rain.
A/N: This was honestly so much fun to write! I hope you'll enjoy this mix of fluff and angst, dear! 💙
Prompts are open, so if you want me to write a story for you as well just send me an ask with the fandom, characters and your prompt. I’m writing for Ghosts, Yonderland, Horrible Histories and Bill at the moment.
Six Idiots Whump Wednesday / Fluff Friday masterlist is here.
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Tingling
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
Alfie turned around to face him. Her smile, usually so bright when it was just the two of them, looked dull despite her best efforts to appear normal. “Nothing. Why do you ask?”
Vex sighed and allowed himself to plop to the ground beneath the apple tree they were in the process of picking. “You keep holding your cheek, Alfie.”
He demonstrated her unconscious gesture with his own hand. The smile fell from Alfie’s face and she hung her head.
“My tooth’s been bothering me,” she reluctantly admitted.
Gently, Vex tugged at her hand until she joined him on the ground. “Since when?”
“The day before yesterday,” Alfie mumbled without looking at him. “I thought it would go away – it sometimes does – but it’s … it’s getting worse.”
“Why didn’t you say something?” Vex asked, careful to keep his voice free of blame and judgement. He’d learned long ago that pushing Alfie into a corner rarely helped.
Alfie helplessly shrugged her shoulders, shame blooming on her cheeks. “Because I’m scared, Vex.”
This was the first time Vex had ever heard her admit that. Alfie liked to give off the impression that nothing could faze her, that she could weather any storm, no matter how fierce or strong it was. Even though Vex knew why she did it, knew that she would drown in her responsibilities if she didn’t pretend she was in control all the time, it didn’t make standing by and watching her silently struggle any easier.
He scooted a little closer to her so that their arms were touching, hoping his presence would bring her a little comfort. “Of the dentist?”
Alfie nodded. She sucked in a shaky breath. “The last time I was there, they … they held me down. I don’t even remember why I was so terrified – I think one of my siblings was in before me and screamed bloody murder? But I remember being scared and struggling against the doctor’s hold. Mum came into the room – I thought she would get me out of there but she – she–“
She broke off with a pained look on her face.
“She held you down too,” Vex finished softly for her. “I’m so sorry, Alfie.”
Alfie squeezed her eyes shut. “They eventually knocked me out with something so the doctor could work on my teeth but, well – the damage was done.”
She wrapped her arms around her legs and pulled them close to her chest. It made her look small in a way she rarely allowed herself to be, not even late at night when she tried to finish her homework despite sleep and exhaustion making her eyes droop. Vex considered wrapping an arm around her shoulders but with Alfie looking as tense as a bowstring he feared she wouldn’t welcome a lingering touch. So he gently nudged his shoulder against hers instead and said, keeping his voice light, “I could go with you.”
“Huh?” Alfie’s voice cracked when she looked up at him.
“To the dentist,” Vex clarified, flashing her a reassuring smile. “I’ll make sure no one does anything against your will. I’ll even hold your hand during the procedure.”
He hadn’t meant to say that last part out loud but when Alfie’s eyes widened in hopeful disbelief, he couldn’t bring himself to regret it.
“You’d do that for me?” she asked him, her voice barely above a whisper.
Vex reached for her hand, thinking, I’d do anything for you.
“Of course,” he smiled.
Her hand trembled in his hold. “Even … even if I wanted to go to another dentist? One who’s over an hour away?”
Vex gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. “Even then. Especially then.”
Alfie’s breathing hitched and for a second, Vex thought that the tears she’d kept at bay this whole time would actually fall but then she visibly pulled herself together and offered him a shaky but grateful smile. “Thank you, Vex.”
She wrapped her arms around him, pulled him close for one beautiful, brief second. Vex allowed himself to melt against her like he’d so often been tempted to in the past. His heart was in his throat, beating a mile a minute, and he was sure he was blushing hard enough for Alfie’s siblings to be able see him from the house when she pulled back.
“Back to work,” Alfie mumbled shyly. She pushed herself to her feet and held out her hand to him. Vex took it and was not surprised to find his fingers still tingling from her touch long after she’d let go.
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He kept his promise.
When they reached the dentist’s office and Alfie hesitated in front of the door, trembling all over, Vex reached for her hand and gently pulled her inside. He held it as they stood at the reception desk and explained the problem to the young man behind the counter, and he held it as they sat down in the waiting room and Alfie’s leg began to bounce up and down in a maddening rhythm while her eyes nervously roamed over the black and white tiles that made up the floor beneath her feet. He tugged at it, gently, when they were at last called in to see the dentist, and he held it all the way through the procedure, both before the anaesthetic did its work and her pulse was skyrocketing in panic under his fingertips and afterwards when she calmed down and the tension drained out of her body for the first time in hours.
Vex would be lying if he said that seeing her at her most vulnerable wasn’t affecting him in some way. They had been through a lot together over the past few years – too much for two kids, really –but this felt different, somehow; deeper. Not only was Alfie trusting him with her darkest fears, she was also trusting him to look out for her when she couldn’t do it herself.
No one had ever put their lives in Vex’s hands like this before. The fact that Alfie of all people was doing it right now felt … humbling. Breathtakingly so, almost, and as the dentist took away her pain Vex silently vowed that he would do anything in his power never to betray that precious trust and let her down.
He had no idea what medication the dentist had given her but he figured it had to have been a pretty strong dose because when they were finally allowed to go home, Alfie giggled at the flowers on the roadside as if they were funniest thing she’d ever seen. “Look at them, Vex! They’re all blue and purple!”
“Yes,” Vex said patiently, unable to keep the fondness out of his voice. “And they’ll bite off your hand if you touch them so please don’t get too close.”
He let her look at the flowers a moment longer before he gently pulled her away from them. Her eyes immediately landed on something else that fascinated her – the sun, the clouds, a root under her feet she stumbled over, a blue butterfly fluttering around her head – and he had a hard time keeping her going and moving forward. The sun would be setting soon. Already, one of the moons could be faintly seen rising over the horizon to their right, heralding the beginning of–
Alfie stopped abruptly in the middle of the road and let go of his hand. She frowned and touched her face. “My mouth feels funny. Why does it feel funny?”
She turned to him with wide, inquisitive eyes that still looked way too dilated for Vex’s comfort.
“Because you just spent over an hour getting your tooth fixed,” Vex reminded her gently. “Remember?”
Alfie slowly blinked up at him as she tried to recall their visit to the dentist. Eventually, her face lit up with recognition. “Oh, yes! I was terribly scared, wasn’t I?”
She said it with an easy smile, aided by the medication, no doubt, and it made Vex’s heart ache a little because she hadn’t just been scared – she had been utterly terrified. And even so, even after admitting her fear, she had still tried her best to keep her composure all the way to the dentist because that was the only way she knew how to handle it. Her whole life, she had been taught to function, to pretend that she didn’t feel scared or hurt, stressed or lonely just so that her family could rely on her when everything erupted into chaos.
Sometimes, Vex wanted to weep for the lost and lonely little girl he’d met under the apple tree all those years ago.
He cleared his throat.
“I know,” he said softly.
“Aw, don’t look so sad, Vex!” Alfie said, picking up on his mood shift. “I’m not scared anymore – see?”
She skipped around him in a circle, happier and more carefree than he’d ever seen her. It made his heart ache even more.
When she came to a stop at his side again, she tried to peer down her nose at her mouth.
“It really does feel weird. Is it supposed to feel like that?” she asked, almost as if the last five minutes of their conversation had never happened.
“For a short while, yes. But it will wear off soon,” Vex reassured her.
Alfie nodded, still trying to catch a glance at her lips, impossible as that was. She looked a little funny with her lips pressed together as if for a kiss but laughing was the last thing on Vex’s mind when her eyes suddenly focused on him. “Wait! I could show you!”
Before Vex had a chance to realise what she meant, she stood up on her tiptoes, grabbed hold of his face and pressed her lips against his.
It was just a quick kiss, over before it had really begun. Alfie probably hadn’t even felt anything but Vex had, and when she pulled back, his heart was racing a mile a minute and throbbing with both joy and sorrow at the same time.
“And?” Alfie asked expectantly, completely unperturbed by what she’d just done. “Do you feel the funny tingling too?”
Vex definitely did but not in the way that she meant. He didn’t know how but he somehow managed a smile and a small nod. It seemed to be enough because a moment later, Alfie grinned at him and skipped ahead down the road, still pursing her lips every now and then to chase the numbness she felt there. Vex closed his eyes in silent, desperate relief before followed her, all the while hoping that this wouldn’t change anything between them when in his heart he knew it already had.
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Later that night, when the medication had finally worn off and Alfie was lying in her bed, drained and exhausted but thankfully no longer in pain, she reached over the small space between their beds and gently touched his arm. “Vex?”
“Hm?” Vex asked, already on the verge of sleep.
“I just wanted to thank you,” she said softly. “For coming with me today, and for making sure I got home okay. I – I think I was pretty out of it, wasn’t I?”
You have no idea, Vex thought, remembering the feeling of her lips against his.
He allowed his fingers to intertwine with hers like they had earlier that day. “I’m just glad I could be there for you.”
He couldn’t see Alfie’s face in the darkness but he could hear her swallow.
“So am I,” she said softly. There was a pregnant pause that made him wonder if it was possible that she actually remembered the kiss but then she gave his hand a squeeze and said, “Goodnight, Vex.”
“Goodnight, Alfie,” he whispered, letting her hand go.
It was only when her breathing had evened out that he allowed himself to touch his lips in remembrance of something soft and sacred, and squeezed his eyes shut in silent despair.
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Years later, after they had shared their first proper kiss, he gathered up the courage to ask, “Do remember the first time you kissed me?”
Ho-Tan froze for a moment but then face softened and she gave the tiniest nod before she ducked her head. “Of course I do. How could I forget?”
She smiled up at him, a little shyly, and Vex frowned in confusion. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
One of her hands found its way to his cheek and cradled it as if he was the most precious thing in all the Realms. Vex’s heart stuttered in his chest.
“Because even though a part of me was clearly already in love with you, most of me had no idea why I’d done that. It … it scared me, Vex – the idea of loving someone. Because who could ever like me? A girl who’s actually a boy?”
Vex gently leaned their foreheads together.
“Who could like a boy who’s the son of an Evil Overlord?” he whispered. He brought up a hand to her face, mirroring hers on his. “We’re not our pasts, Alfie. You’re as much a boy as I’m evil.”
“I know,” Ho-Tan breathed. “I’m sorry it took me so long to realise that.”
“Don’t be,” Vex smiled. “We got there in the end.”
He angled his head to bring their lips together and smiled at the familiar tingling sensation.
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Not sure if or when you're going to hear from me again; I have a leg clot and the leg's in really bad shape as far as pain and swelling, and the big problem is, the last time anything a doctor ever prescribed for me worked was probably like 30 years ago. Pain meds and anti inflammatories don't work, blood pressure pills caused difficulty breathing and a racing, pounding heart. I've had s badly swollen right leg for years, and looked into getting compression stockings a long time ago -- but they're all nylon based, and guess what one of my many allergies is? (Absolutely could not wear nylon against the skin, and my leg was already swollen beyond the largest size offered anyway.) So...heading for the hospital days after I should have (for reasons see details under the cut) with the leg having gotten even worse and not having even a tiny hope that the blood thinners and whatever else the doctors are going to try to get the swelling down are going to have the slightest effect.
Woke up around 5 am Tuesday night, excruciating pain in my leg when I tried to move to get out of bed. It went all the way up from my ankle to my groin, my best guess was it had somehow twisted badly and spasmed in my sleep? I'd already been in severe pain for the previous two days after one of the top bones of my spine went out, so my skull was locked in a tilted forward position, couldn't really open my mouth, too nauseous to eat anyway, felt like I was on the verge of constantly throwing up, too dizzy to even just read fic. So I went into the chiropractor; unfortunately I need someone to give me a ride, I chose the closer one who is okay as a maintenance guy if you keep up a regular schedule, but I hadn't been able to get in a couple of months (not through lack of trying! he keeps much shorter hours than he used to and has recently been going out of town a lot), My better, original chiropractor, is a much longer drive away, but he actually puts his hands on you and feels the bones and makes sure your neck will turn in both directions. The one I saw just does a visual check and I should have stressed more exactly in which way my head felt locked, because I left not feeling any better and with no advice on my leg either. And I am 100% sure that the further away chiropractor would have heard my leg pain symptoms and known exactly what was wrong, because he had already noticed my leg swelling and remarked on it in the past and asked what was being done about it. (Trying without success to get blood pressure down was the answer at the time.) And his office is really close to the hospital, so I could have gone in the ER right after I left. Plus HE would have actually used his hands to make sure my neck was turning in all the directions it was supposed to and that would have been fixed.
As it was, I was left to do my own internet research when I got home, and a niggling memory from somewhere led me to look up blood clots, and the symptoms were a perfect match. Unfortunately, with my skull still jammed forward and tilted down, had another day/night of constant nausea, dizziness, diarrhea whenever I tried to force a few nibbles of anything down, plus the intense leg pain. Wasn't sure I'd be able to get out, but was desperate enough to try a bath to see if that would help the leg. And while I was actually in the bath, yeah the pain was so much better if I lay still (although I was also trying to press the swelling upwards like a stocking would have). Was in there a long time, by the time I got out the high barometric pressure was dropping, which allowed some of the congestion pressure in my forehead to ease, which helped the nauseas, and the swelling around the base of my skull to ease just enough that I was able to get my jaw to click a tiny bit wider open, enough that I was able to manage a very small and rather mushy cut up apple and a few slices of thin cut lunchmeat on some soft white bread. First thing I'd had in days, and my stomach immediately startling gurgling madly and kept it up for hours, but it stayed down and I collapsed exhausted into bed in the early morning. It had nearly been 48 hours since I'd slept, and that kind of seemed the most important thing at the moment. Got up around sunset. Leg no better, possibly worse, but was able to eat a soft but normal size meal without a problem. (neck still an issue but bearable atm.) Thurs. night realised I couldn't go to my dr's office, since they no longer open on Fridays at all, so the plan was go straight to the hospital Saturday, but after being up all night Friday, was really sweaty and in horrible pain and hoped a bath would help at least somewhat again, but the leg was in so much worse shape by then it didn't really and having to keep the water so much colder than comfortable because it felt scalding on the swollen leg made me feel even worse. Didn't think I'd ever be able to get out of the tub, because the right leg just wouldn't bend back at all, and I was so exhausted by the time I'd dried off and dressed as much as possible, I had to lay down briefly just to catch my breath. The pain is agonising, can't even touch the skin let alone pull up a sock and nothing will fit on my foot as far as footwear goes. I've probably been up thirty hours by now, having trouble breathing and just finally had a bowl of cereal while I wrote this because I didn't just want to disappear and I don't have any mobile devices if I end up checked into the hospital for weeks or even die. Blood clot reaching the heart or lungs is a big possibility if the blood thinners don't work, getting covid also is since I couldn't get vaccinated due to a screwed up immune system. Can't wear any of the synthetic masks (allergic reactions to them all) and never found a cotton one that fit that I could breath through, and I have spent so much time looking for alternate styles that didn't suck into my mouth with every breath (can't breathe through nose at all, ever). Was hopeful for a tutorial I saw online but getting fabric took time and I was still trying to work out the mask pattern because I stopped being able to see out of my one old contact that was all I had left or my glasses and it's been all I could do just to survive each day atm. So all I've got is a single thin layer mask that I cobbled together that first week of lockdown when anything was better than nothing and we needed groceries, it gets soaked through very quickly and was just good enough for a super quick run into the grocery store once a week and that's it, there have been times I've felt on the verge of passing out while wearing it as it is due to having breathing issues while NOT wearing a mask. I won't be able to leave it on the whole time I'm at the hospital and if I get covid...pretty sure I'm going to die.
I wanted to get out in the afternoon and now it's 11:30 pm and my dad is like 'just wait till tomorrow' and that there will be no doctors at the hospital till morning but I'm pretty sure that would risk losing my leg or my life, it's that bad and he has no idea how it feels. He doesn't want to drive in the dark, which is understandable, and I'm like fine, I don't expect you to, I will call an ambulance, so...I'm just so tired and want to go to sleep. And I can't, and won't be able to for a long time. And my multiple chemical sensitivities kick in every time I've been in a hospital, to the point where I had to walk out after waiting for hours in a room after going there for breathing trouble; literally as soon as I got out of there and into the car with some cool air blowing on my was the first full breath I'd been able to take since I got there. So I'm scared, and I don't know what's going to happen, and I just wanted to post this so I just don't disappear; tumblr and the people I met here have been my only link to the outside world since I became almost entirely housebound about five years ago, and the only reason I keep struggling at life. Wish me luck.
(Please don't reblog this.)
#woodelf rambles#health scare#and the worst thing is#is that i've had enough allergic reactions to drugs in the past#that i've learned i'm also allergic to the stuff that's supposed to STOP the allergic reaction#which is really scary#anything could kill me
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can you hate someone for what they have done, but still love them for whom they had been?
the florescent lights bounce off of the apple’s waxy, red skin. the supermarket is quiet today, as it tends to be most sunday mornings just before the after-sermon rush. jiyeon drops the apple into a plastic bag, then reaches out to grab another.
she hears him before she sees him; the sharp, nervous intake of breath that precedes his quiet greeting. “hey,” he doesn’t know what to do with his hands; he reaches to straighten his hat, to pull at the straps of his apron, to do anything to expel the sudden onset of nervous energy that has built up inside of him at the sight of her.
jiyeon, evidently still preoccupied, tenderly squeezes the apple in her hand as she tests it for any ripening softness. hyunsik is nice, eager for her attention, and woefully falls short of her mother’s demanding expectations.
she hates having to look at him; he and his hopeful eyes and kind hands. jiyeon does not want to think of what man her parents hoped she would one day bring home if even tender-hearted hyunsik was not good enough for them.
there is a pain that radiates from the epicenter that is her heart all the way to the extremities of her body, it leaves no space within her untouched as she forces herself to ignore hyunsik in favor of the waxy apples on display.
he leaves, wordlessly. and something within her withers away.
*
“look! look!”
she runs down the narrow hall of their entrance, just barely slowing down enough to toe off her shoes before crossing over into the living room. mom is in the kitchen, standing by the stove; she turns to look over her shoulder sharply, patting her hands dry with a a spare dishcloth once she realizes that it is only jiyeon bounding into their living room, uncharacteristically excited.
mom’s lips spread into an easy smile, hands instinctively settling on her hips. “what is it?” jiyeon waves the papers in her hand as response, a too-wide smile adorning her own face. “well?” mom questions again, reaching for the papers in jiyeon’s hands.
“i got accepted! to the school in london!”
confusion washes over mom’s face, which is quickly replaced by a pained expression as she lurches forward with a hand clutched to her chest.
“m-mom! wha--mom!” mom forces herself to take a deep breath, steadies herself just enough to instruct jiyeon to call dad immediately.
the rest of the day breezes past her. dad arrives, then helps mom up into their room where she lies waiting for the doctor to arrive as well. jiyeon waits at the foot of the stairs, head in her hands, as jisoo sits besides her.
jisoo is quiet, barely audibly against the sound of the world moving on around them. “do you think she’ll be ok?” jiyeon sighs, and leans against him in response
hours later, dad calls her upstairs.
mom lays in bed feebly, buried under a mountain of blankets in effort to keep her warm.
“you won’t--you won’t really leave me, right?”
jiyeon freezes. there is only one acceptable answer. so, she bids a quick farewell to any wishes or desires she may have once entertained and kneels by mom’s bedside. mom smiles wetly, and reaches out her hand. dutifully, jiyeon leans into mom’s touch but finds the curve of her hand against her cheek inhospitable, as if built to fit someone else (never her) entirely.
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jiyeon finds mom in bed, again. the curtains are drawn, engulfing the room in a stifling sort of darkness. the air is stale and mom is quiet.
jiyeon can be patient, jiyeon has been patient. but now, she stands in the doorway, an unfamiliar feeling clawing its way up her throat and threating to spill out between clenched teeth.
he was my family, too.
jiyeon goes downstairs and dutifully begins to prepare dinner for the three of them that are left. dad’s portion will be set to the side to cool off, and then immediately put into the fridge since there is no telling when he’ll drag himself back home. her portion will go forgotten on the kitchen island, untouched and left to spoil. mom’s portion will be perfectly plated on a bed table and then brought up to her room where jiyeon will spend the rest of the evening begging her to eat something.
it’s frightening how suddenly the waves of grief hit her, even now. she is cooking by the stove one moment and soundlessly sobbing in their deserted kitchen the next. she’ll swallow it back down and compose herself; maybe she’s still waiting for the permission to allow herself to wallow in her grief unabashedly.
it’s a tireless thing, a thankless task, to pretend to have it together even in the face of death.
jiyeon sniffles wetly once, and begins the arduous trek to mom’s room.
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siderea | How do you like them apples [sci/bio/med]
"2) Okay, so, yes, it turns out an apple a day does in fact keep the doctor away. It's just that you have to shove it up your nose."
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Frederick the Frog: Apple
"An apple a day keeps the doctor away," Chris says, tapping his chin. He's got a wide ranging vertigo pulse on his helmet today, so if anything goes wrong, he can grab Frederick and book it. No one's going to come after them while they're falling over and puking their guts out, and Chris tested it to make sure it was actually an effective weapon. (Well. His dad did.)
Frederick is doing fine, though. His eyes are a little red and bugged out, and he seems to be squeaking out laughter every time he takes someone down, but he's going at it pretty well, with the kind of bam pow one two punch Chris has been working on with him. He even throws in a few kicks for good measure, and Chris hasn't even taught him about kicks yet!
"You're just saying aphorisms now," Richard tells him, stroking his beard anyway. Yeah, right? Chris is right, and it does sound good, even if frogs don't have much to do with apples, because, it's like a theme or something, they can always change his costume. They should ask if Frederick wants to change his costume or they can change to matching costumes. Maybe all three of them. Apples and honey, or something, ew, he thought of honey again.
"I don't know what an aphorism is," Chris tells him, which is fine, because he's not a dictionary or anything. He doesn't know any superhero who's a dictionary - oh, wait, his bad. Zatanna does that, actually. But he has to come up with a slogan for Snowfrog anyway. Not that Zatanna does that. Does she doe that? If Zatanna will make a slogan for him he should totally ask her. How does he get in touch with Zatanna.
Someone swats Snowfrog out of the air, which is fine, because he only tumbles back about a foot then does three loop-de-loops and heads straight up someone else's nose, exploding their face off, but it's still... well, Chris is here to protect his frog, so he's going to protect his frog! He starts stomping forward, and then pauses to turn back to Richard.
Richard is in the middle of trying to explain to him, well, probably whatever the apple a day was, not that it matters at the moment whether an apple is a fruit or a vegetable or whatever, and Chris can make it up to him later by letting him lecture on bees, because he likes that. Or maybe crochet, which is like, gay knitting? Or something. Anyway, Chris doesn't know what he's saying and interrupts, because it's a little time sensitive.
"Is that guy white?" Chris asks, pointing at the guy who slapped his frog. Richard looks confused, like it's that weird of a question, so Chris sighs and clarifies for him, "I promised a friend I'd kill more white people, so this is, like, his last respects or something." Because if he's not even white Chris is just going to use his puke beam and take Frederick home early.
"It's hard to tell from here, but judging by his tattoo, I'd say it's likely," Richard tells him, even though Chris can't see which tattoo he means. All of these guys have lots of tattoos, except Frederick, which is good, because if he tried to rebel and get a tattoo, Chris doesn't even know what he would do. What's the age of majority for frogs, anyway? And would Frederick wait until then?
"Which tattoo?" Chris asks, watching Snowfrog take out yet another one of these chumps, this time with a jab cross in perfect rhythm, just like Chris taught him, and he can't help but pump a fist in the air. Then Frederick stumbles a little, but doesn't fall out of the sky. Should Chris get in there? Does Snowfrog need a little boost, because he has more cocaine in his pocket.
Richard points at the probably white guy, "his tattoo. The 88. That usually means someone is a nazi, which in turn usually means that they're white, so it's an educated guess, but I think it's very likely overall." Which also explains all the faces that Richard was making at these guys. Richard hates nazis, probably because they killed all his friends in WWII and stuff.
"Whoa, that has got to suck for all the people born in 1988," Chris says, not that he'd get a tattoo of a year, because who does that? Maybe someone might get someone else's birthday, but probably not their own birthday, but what about some, like, nice mom who just had twins in 1988 or whatever and she just wants to celebrate their birthday, and then people called her a nazi and she had to get the whole thing tattooed over with marigolds or something.
Actually, come to think of it, a bunch of his dad's friends used to have tattoos like that, and Chris is pretty sure most of them didn't have kids, or else they had more than just one kid, and he doesn't think all of them could've only liked one of their kids. "Holy shit, Richard, I think my dad's friends were nazis," Chris says, and then gets ready to kill some white people in memory of his good friend that one guy who told him to kill more white people that one time.
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Upon noticing Bastien’s trepidation when Maddy and Frankie get their first after-labor check-ups from Victor, Figaro starts giving him apples. An apple a day keeps the doctor away. They think it’s funny.
During those initial days, there’s gonna be a lot of cuddling with Willem and Slippery Douglas. There’s going to be restless nights and some crying because Fig really was close to their dad, loved him more than anybody. But they will reluctantly agree that maybe things had been for the best, since it would have been even harder to see him descend further into his sickness, and now they know him better than he had known himself.
Willem is the only one that they’ll show this vulnerability too. Around everyone else, the Laveaus, the Belleroses, the Trouillefous, etc, they keep it behind the sense of humor.
Diana is going to LOVE Valerie. Her style, her poise. Though Figaro is her new master, she definitely found a new role model.
Hansel is still shy, especially with so many people and the new environment outside of the door but Willem would convince him to come out once. Just once, for Christmas. He’d hide behind the Christmas tree the entirety of the time, stiff as the trunk, face peeking between needles.
New Years is going to be pretty fun. Fig is the idiot that’s going to nearly get their hand blown off but even though they got a couple of burns, they’re still grinning. New year. Who the fuck knows what it’ll bring. Apparently not going back to the University, since no one can have a normal school year around here.
New Years Kiss? Slippery Douglas of course.
Diana is going to try to be Willem’s.
If a hotel room is offered to Babyface and Ellie, she’s gonna take it. Elsa will reluctantly allow it. “But I will be checking in from time to time,” She warned. Ellie would grin and look over to Koda. “So will I,” She’d threaten.
She also hides that vulnerability. Her parents are gone. Her life as she knew it is gone. If Babyface wakes up as early as she does, he might hear her affirmations in the mirror, telling herself that she came from motha’fuckin vikings, and people like her weren’t meant to be complacent in making cupcakes and cakes that look like towering monstrosities.
Her life is not turning out like her dream at all. Though she was aware that it had all been made up by Oogie, the good life, just so she could feel the loss of it when she woke up, things had still been going in that direction, until this fog and nearly everyone she cared about dying. It was frustrating. It didn’t just make her sad, it made her angry. That redhead temper under the surface.
For New Years, she’s going to wear her new mini dress. Whatever they end up doing, she’s gonna be grabbing Babyface’s collar at midnight and giving him a big New Years kiss. She’s not shy about it at all. He’s the biggest constant right now in her life.
Elsa still won’t admit to her relationship or whatever it was with Koda, there wasn’t a label. But she wouldn’t shy away from him in front of others. Sitting beside each other whenever they went to the Laveau house, and maybe, just maybe, a little hold of the hand if they went out through Auckland exploring, and shopping for essentials since they didn’t bring anything.
Being out of New Orleans was relaxing to Elsa. That’s where all the trouble was. Nothing bad seemed to happen here. Not that she was thinking of settling here or anything, that felt unfair to the Laveaus, but she was able to smile a little more, breathe a little easier.
Tipsy on good wine on the grand New Years Eve, she’d concede to being Koda’s kiss if he gives any initiation. New year, new world.
Christmas is alright, New Years is fine, but Clopin’s personal favorite holiday was the Feast of Fools, on the sixth of January. This is when he gives Kuzco a gift, which he got a bit of Dale’s help with. A tattoo gun. “I’m always telling the stories, being a character in the stories,” He would say with a flourish of the arm. “I’m ready to physically be the story.” And he’d sit, as best as he could though he isn’t much for staying still long, for whatever Kuzco wants to do.
He might just be the one person who will tell Piper, in private, not to overdo things. They had their perfect Christmas. But there was’t a rush to make new portals and take all of the people here and there. She wasn’t a fuckin’ airline. He knows she has tremendous power, he doesn’t under-estimate her. He’s just got a father’s worry.
He instantly takes to the three new Laveau kids, just as he did the original four. Full on Uncle Clopey mode, telling emm stories that they are too young to remember, but he feels they get it cause they’re watching him with the big eyes. As long as they are in NZ, he’ll be one of the first to offer to watch them so that Thomas and Valerie can catch a little sleep or take a shower.
New Year’s Eve? Kuzco is getting a real romantic dip, Clopin’s arms still more than strong enough to do that. Worthy of the ending scene in a romance film, slipping in the tongue.
Unless Bastien is in a hurry to return to Paris, Maddy is fine just hanging out in New Zealand again. Still though, she’ll call up a cleaning service to make sure that everything in Paris is sparkling, like what happened in the bathtub never happened. She knows it’s not enough to wipe away what had made Bastien corden it off but it might help.
Frankie takes to breast feeding well, and so does Maddy, thankfully.
She’s going to be a clingy mama, at least at first. Though a crib has been requested at their hotel, they co-sleep together. She only feels right when Frankie is in hers, or Bastien’s arms. Seeing them together gives her hearts in her eyes, like the picture back at their home that was drawn by the street artist.
She refuses to let any romance go amiss. Even though they’re both going to be busy and distracted with their little one, she’s going to be kissing Bastien, hugging and cuddling Bastien, thanking him constantly, loving him even more for what he had given them. They both had a part in this little girl. The New Years Eve clock will chime midnight and she’d be there, soft lips and dark eyes, ready to give him a memorable first moment of 2023.
Go-Go is by just about every day on break, just to hang out. Being out of school sucks, being stuck in the house sucks. She even brings her bike over, which she’s managed to sort the issues out on, the hover bike, and still tweaks around with it there, getting input from Willem and Dale.
And dare she say it - she actually ends up having a lot of fun with these people around? Actual fun, which she rarely has outside of the car meets. She’ll invite Willem to one, one of these days, depending how long he sticks around.
But sometimes she’ll end up borrowing a car from those racing peeps so that she could take people to and from the hotel, becoming the speedy shuttle.
Thomas will take the triplets, Chip, and Chip’s kids with Raya through Lothlorien the night before the first full moon that they’re all together. And past Lothlorien through to the deep of the forest on their land to try to get them somewhat familiar with their surroundings before they’d be going through on the moon. Lead them to water and nearby hare warrens for easy hunting. His scent is all throughout. Fingers crossed that it doesn’t cause any sort of territorial issues between him and Chip for now.
That first moon. He promises, swears to Valerie on his own life that he will take care of them all. He knows she’ll be worrying either way. But the eyes should help. She’ll know if anything bad happens. Then he’ll take them out, all three squirming babies in his arm into the deep woods, and the transformation would begin.
It goes well. Really quite well. That fatherly instinct is there. Smelling his blood in those pups. Tired and weary after the moon sets and the sun rises, he carries the sleeping three back for the aftercare that his wife and eldest daughter always provides.
He’s not going to be able to last until midnight on New Years Eve. He’s gonna be starting off those kisses around say - nine o’clock at the latest. “Just to make sure I don’t miss it.”
Where did Livvy go? Her parents don’t live in NOLA so were safe from what happened there, and wired her money. She loved Willem, she was sure that she did. But he was so cruel at the end that it broke whatever spell that he had on her. Broke that obsession. She stuck around for a few days, reluctant to leave the water and found more than one ‘listening’ and ‘supportive’ ear from strangers, and slipped back into drinking. After all, who wouldn’t after having her family die, and then her boyfriend be so mean in one day? Oh yeah, someone who looks like her is going to get a sympathetic ear.
Shocker, Jock is Figaro’s go guy when it came to getting weird shit like clothes, music, hearing about the weird underground scene and all that. They bonded after Jock played some VAC at a rave. Other than perhaps Frank, though Figaro wouldn’t know that, they didn’t know anyone who knew VAC so that was sick. So yeah, Jock managed to make it to Funkytown safely because I’ve never let a Joe Gilgun face die and I’m not starting now. He’ll survive off the neighborhood cranky lady who was dancing across the street, keeping her around, making her listen to his DJ mixes, and keeping her high and complacent.
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I was born in the 20th century and spent at least 55 years there. I was young, enthusiastic and hopeful. By the end of the century I was at my peak professionally. My parents were alive and so was Mr. Baseball, Johnny Crown and Dan MacMurray. All five of them are gone now as well as many, many others.
If the twentieth century was my birthmother than I left claw marks on her uterus trying to stay where I was. The twenty first century was pushing but I resisted it for the first 22 years.
I didn't have a cell phone...didn't want one. I didn't wear a watch. Didn't need one. I had all the clocks that I needed and a wife to tell me what day it was if I needed a reminder.
I was living in my home town where I had spent my entire life. I had plenty of friends and was well regarded in my community. My computer skills were up to date. I could word process. I knew my way around photoshop. I loved my digital camera. I read books without a kindle. I went to the video shops every week.I listened to the Yankees on the radio or went to a Red Wings game at Red wing/Silver/stadium
Yeah, the weather was Rochester shitty, all gray and cloudy but I had become used to it. I could use the oppressive darkness as an excuse for my many moods. When I needed to get away, I had a cottage on Canandaigua Lake.
Change was on the horizon. I wasn't looking for a light at the end of the tunnel, yeah that light may have been a locomotive coming at me.
Gradually, I began to social network. I got a kindle and started building my library. I got prostate cancer . After undergoing radiation and profound fatigue, I "recovered". The Doctor advised us to head down South which we had been hankering to do anyways. We sold our share of the cottage, packed up our gear, sold our house and headed to North Carolina.
We had family near Charlotte who had made the move before us, so we wouldn't be strangers. When we got here, they helped us get settled.
I kept up with my Rochester friends on Facebook. I stashed my photos on Flickr. I'd gone about as far as I wanted to go with technology.
My exuberance had occasionally turned into exhaustion as we made our way through the first two decades of the twenty first century. Lynn does almost all of the driving. I concentrate on a 5 mile radius which is all I need. Within that five miles there's a hospital, a couple of grocery stores and my doctor's office.
Of course as a Boomer I could go on and on but I'm pretty sure that you've had enough setup by now and you get my drift. I remained anchored in the twentieth century until Christmas 2021.
Lynn bought me a cell phone for when we go the mall in case I get lost (or she loses me) which has happened already and I had to get a mall cop to find her.
8 months into it, I'm hooked on my phone. Can't figure out how I got along without it.
Last week, she bought me an Apple watch which keeps track of everything that I do and has introduced me to my new favorite form of exercise; "standing around". Yup, the watch actually sets a goal for time standing along with everything else including how much time I take to wash my hands. Plus, I'm told that I can talk into the goddamned thing like Dick Tracy did in the comics or like Don Adams did with his shoe in Get Smart.
Yesterday, she bought me some new sneaks, black Nike airs with white trim which I can use on our treadmill. I've never used the treadmill before and had contempt for it. Why the hell would anybody run in place when there was a great big beautiful world outside ready to be appreciated. Well, the current heat wave prohibits walking around outdoors which leads to standing around indoors or sitting down watching teevee or lying down on the couch reading/resting my eyes.
Plus we just joined a brand new rec center which caters to"senior" citizens. I didn't want to hang around with old people until I came to the realization that I was twenty years older than the most junior seniors. We use the indoor track and last week I was one of only two men taking chair yoga along with 38 women, most of them previous blondes. I even went so far as to say "namaste" at the end of the class.
Lynn has been telling our daughter Mary about all the changes that I've been going through and Mary is thrilled that I'm "finally in the 21rst century.
So there we were last night; me in my new Nikes with my phone in my pocket and my watch on my wrist. We cooked up some meatless burgers on our Weber grill and poured a couple of light beers.
I put some dressing on the top of my burger and reached for the ketchup. The 21rst century ketchup containers are stored upside down to eliminate shake and anticipation. So here I am, all modern getting ready to put the ketchup on my burger.
I flip back the top and start squeezing. Nothing is coming out. I tried to non-chalantly put the ketchup back before Lynn noticed my hapless struggle. Too late.
"What's the problem"
"The ketchup won't come out"
"You've got to be kidding me. Let me see it."
I hand her the ketchup. She rolls her eyes and says, "watch this".
She screws off the top of the container which reveals a protective adhesive lid. She peeled off the lid. She squirted some ketchup on her burger. She looked at me as if I was moron from another century.
I offered the usual weak excuse.
"This is why I don't like these modern ketchup containers. Back in my day, it was a whole lot easier. The ketchup bottles were right side up. You turned them upside down and shook the bottle until the ketchup came out."
She was ready for that one.
"When's the last time that you opened a bottle OR container of ketchup"
I honestly couldn't remember. They always seemed to be open
"For the last fifty years they've had a lid on top of the ketchup to prevent sickos from contaminating the ketchup."
All of a sudden, with my watch and Nikes and phone and light beer and electric grill, I stepped back into the twentieth century before sickos started dropping poison into ketchup containers.
What else could I do but laugh at my own anachronism, thankful for the twentieth century including some of the concerns that we have now that we didn't have then.
We had our meal and proceeded into the the twenty first century.
We turned on our cable, streaming teevee and learned that the home of a former president had been raided by the FBI and that thirty years from now the current heat wave will feel like an oasis as heat and flood will make large portions of the earth uninhabitable and subsequent flooding will destroy Oregon and California.
If we don't have a civil war in the meantime.
Let's hope we're all not looking at a locomotive but in the meantime, let's enjoy the tunnel. Let's believe in magic. Let's hold onto hope.
We can't get back in the womb.
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