Tumgik
#that or it just gave me asthma but i don't think that's likely
jesusbutbetterrr · 4 months
Text
im like aggressively bending the bars of my cage into shapes you didn't even know existed
7 notes · View notes
pppeachyyys · 11 months
Note
Good day!
I like your last nagi headcanons very much! If your requests are open, can I request headcanons about Nagi, Reo, Hiori and Chigiri? About how they'd act if they have a crush on reader and how they'd confess?
Have an amazing day! Thank you!
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
✩ hey anon ! ty for the req, i couldn't cook up anything for chigiri 😞 but i hope everything else is smth you enjoy <3
puppy love | ft. nagi, reo, hiori
✩ what are the bllk boys like with their crush ?
Tumblr media
nagi seishiro
✩ nagi's the type to not really have a crush, so the fact that you caught his interest not only surprises reo but nagi himself.
✩ surprisingly super chill around you. he doesn't try to change his personality because he thinks it's too much work and he wants you to see his true self.
✩ reo would attempt to help him flirt, but in the worst ways possible.
✩ "okay, repeat after me, babe you just gave me asthma cause your beauty just took my breath away."
✩ "but reo i don't have asthma."
✩ "just say the damn line. 😐"
✩ eventually realizes he shouldn't rely on reos tactics and decides to make a move with his own choices. it first starts by sitting next to you during class, his desk right next to yours.
✩ unfortunately he would fail trying to talk to you because he would fall asleep, forcing you to wake him up gently.
✩ this becomes a daily routine for the two of you. nagi sits next to you, tries to make a move, ends up sleeping, and you wake him up. you slowly start to warm up to him and you're actually the first to strike a conversation with him.
✩ nagi is direct when it comes to confessing, but it's so straightforward that it ends up looking indirect.
"thanks again nagi, but you really don't have to do this for me."
it was the third time nagi has bought you your favorite drink from the vending machine this week. the drink felt cold to the touch, its metal casing gleaming against the light of the windows.
nagi once again had his head on his desk, his fingers fiddling with his own lemon tea. "ts really nothing. don't couples always do this anyway ?"
you short circuit. couple ? as in you and nagi ? there's no way. you blink and white haired boy does the same in response. "couple... ?" you ask. suddenly his hands reach for yours and you swear this whole situation is a dream.
"yeah ? i like you and you like me, so that means we're dating right ?"
Tumblr media
mikage reo
✩ 100% all bark no bite. he acts so confident when it's just him and his friends but the moment you walk in, he's all red and dead silent.
✩ poor guy gets SO nervous around you 😭 he's scared he'll creep you out but he also has no idea what to say.
✩ luckily he'll get the hang of it and soon enough you guys actually get really close. he treats you amazing once he manages to situate himself.
✩ passive / friendly flirting is the first move he does when he's confident enough. secretive winks, cute compliments, he does it all.
✩ gives you the most romantic gifts but makes it seem so platonic that it gets you thinking.
✩ "hey y/n ! i just saw this and thought you would really like it. you know as your friend i always want the best for you !" hands you a bouquet of roses and expensive chocolate omg he sso romantcisjbw
✩ he's so smooth with it 🙏 all his actions are so polite that you can't help but swoon over him.
✩ it's the way he treats you so well and different compared to other people (with the exception of nagi). he would talk to you longer compared to others, give you the lighest touches, and always flash you that damned handsome smile. (i want him so bad)
✩ it ends up being him falling first and you falling harder. he's just too charming to resist ;)
reo was just a friend.
this something you have told yourself for the past few days over and over again like a broken record player. you couldn't help but daydream about him and the way he would present himself to you. he was dreamy, but clearly just a friend.
"-ood morning y/n !"
your dozing was cut off by reos hand gently patting your head. you look up to see him, smile on and uniform neatly buttoned up.
you fight back the urge to stare and return his smile. he takes his seat right next to you. you're not sure how long you started to drift off because once again reo is calling out for you.
"y/n- are you okay ? you seem a bit more aloof today." he says with furrowed brows. "you sick ?" reo zeroes into your face, purple eyes blooming into yours.
"nothing ! i'm fine."
reo is observant. he smirks, quickly catching on to your mindful thoughts that were hiding in your brain. the desk isn't cool enough to bring down temperature of your nervous body.
he reaches to twirl a piece of your hair. "have you been dreaming about me lately ? sure looks like it."
Tumblr media
hiori yo
✩ the cutest when it comes to crushes. he's so giddy and sappy its adorable :(
✩ i see hiori as the type to fall in love with his best friend, like he suits the friends to lovers troupe so well.
✩ the more he spends time with you, the more he starts to have feelings that are romantical. he knows most things about you so it's easier for him to talk to you even when he likes you. the issue is showing his feelings to you.
✩ he spends most of his time with you. going to cute cafes, playing games, walking together to anywhere.
✩ hiori is quick to accept that you probably don't feel the same towards him but he doesn't mind. he just wants to keep the close bond you two have even if it can't become anything more.
✩ he still acts the same but he's a bit more careful around you. he's willing to protect you in an instant or make your day better.
✩ constantly making sure you're doing okay. if not, he's quick to run over to your home with your favorite snacks and a cute plushie.
✩ SO CUTE :( talks abt it to his online friends and the whole time his heart is racing and he's blushing.
✩ once his feelings become to big to fight, he decides it's easier to just tell you as a way to get over the crush, but he isn't aware that you feel the same.
hiori plays with the drawstrings of his hoodie, your figure standing right next to him on the playground bench. he's glancing between you and the ground.
"so what's up yo ?" you yawn tiredly. "make it quick though... i was sleeping before you woke me up."
deep inside of him, hiori feels bad that he called you during the middle of the night just to confess his feelings to you. he isn't sure if he should do this anymore, but the way you still have a smile on your face makes him change his mind.
he takes a deep breath. "y/n, i just needed to tell you that i actually like you- like, more than friends. like the like that makes me nervous and sickly. i can't get over you and i hate it, so i just had to tell you. i'm sorr-"
his gloating is cut off by your lips against his, the cold feel of your hands touching his burning cheeks. the kiss is short but feels like an eternity to the both of you, making him want more. you smile once again.
"and i like you too. now shut up so i can kiss you again !" with a giggle, you bring him into your embrace. his lips quirk into a smile.
hiori would gladly go mute if that meant he could recieve your love.
Tumblr media
621 notes · View notes
Text
Mmm something something the one nightwing kid from the volcano who was painting with moon in her book? Mightyclaws I think? Just thinking about him n moon I love the poor little nightwings I live them so every single one of those poor asthma ridden smoke bags <3
Anyway here's the actual thingy
She had so many, more than I had ever seen on even Morrowseer, even with his numerous expeditions out to the rainforest
She didn't even notice at first
When she first arrived at the village everyone stared at her enviously because of her upbringing sure, but after a while it became because she had so many with us having so few, and sure, slowly we gained some but nodragon quite caught up to her amount, never came near the abundant nebula that were smattered across her scales.
Most dragons moved on, but I didn't, I was always so envious.
So when she came in the arts cave and started painting, and asked why the sky in mine had so many stars and why even bother with them if the smoke that choked the night was going to smother them anyway, I lost it.
And she just sat there. And gave me that look.
The look that was only meant to come from
others.
The signature pitying look, the oh your poor thing well atleast you don't have to breathe smoke now
atleast you have fresh fruit and a place to live safely
atleast the rainwings are the lazy ones so they are the best ones to share with
atleast you don't have to tell lies anymore
atleast your on even ground now
atleast you'll be humbled now, perhaps you won't try anything like that next time war breaks out you ambitious freaks
An outsider in her own tribe indeed.
She has way too many stars
.
.
.
✨️
55 notes · View notes
babiebom · 7 months
Note
Hewwo , hope your doing well~ I really wanna request the bachelor's and bachelorettes with a partner who always, really ALWAYS, has to sleep with their comfort childhood plush (no matter how crusty, dusty, musty, stinky, misty, stitched and old it is. Thats always how you see that this thing has been loved and cuddled to no end) and always brings it along at sleepovers, how would they act or react? What do they think about it?
A/N: hewwooooooooo!! I am okay!I hope by the time you're reading this that you are doing well!! Also honestly ME I have an old stuffed dog that my great grandma gave me as a child. It is stinky, my dogs have chewed it up, and it has no eyes. I can't sleep with it because of my sensory issues(I have no idea if this is what it is) and my asthma. But i still keep it I love him
Genre:Mtl? Reactions?
Tw: mentions of bullying, jealousy. Some negative reactions, cursing.
Wc: idk but its a little long
Masterlist MINORS DNI
MOST UNDERSTANDING
Penny
Harvey
Emily
Sam
Sebastian
Elliott
Maru
Abigail
Shane
Leah
Haley
Alex
LEAST UNDERSTANDING
PENNY, HARVEY, EMILY, SAM
would be the least judgemental. Doesn't matter if you are in a relationship or not. They would be VERY understanding about your plush. Emily would be the type to offer to fix it up like restitch, wash up, she would be very sweet and would probably make you a new one to be friends with your original one. Harvey would only be worried about if the plush was too dirty and bad for your health. Like dust and stuff in the lungs is not great and he does not want you to get sick at all. Will not judge if you want him to not wash it. Just is on standby to keep you healthy. Penny probably has plushies of her own so she is not judgemental at ALL. Would like to keep all the plushies together on the bed. Literally she would be so happy someone is like her especially because her mom hates some of hers because they're from her father. Sam is just understanding all around. Love plushies? Okay. He loves everything about you unless you were a serial killer I doubt he would be judgmental or mean about anything you like or love.
SEBASTIAN, MARU, ELLIOTT, ABIGAIL
These four are a bit tricky for me because while I don't think they are particularly judgmental I still feel like they wouldn't be as understanding as the four above them. I feel like Maru would be the type to try and understand in a more scientific sort of way. She would research and talk about it in a very "well this is why you're attached and this is the science explanation for it" sort of person. I feel like she might say some hurtful things but not on purpose. Its just because she doesn't understand social things. I feel like Elliott was more sheltered growing up so he wasn't allowed plushies or anything of the sort, and toys got thrown away when he got too old for them so he just doesn't really understand why you still sleep with one. Won't do anything more than ask questions about why you still sleep and cuddle it. Abigail is more understanding but also more teasing about it than the others. She's not mean or hateful about her teasing, she's just joking as her way of showing love. Sebastian I feel like would be curious about why you need it so much. He isn't judging he is just very curious. He wants to know about why you love it so much. Might make inappropriate jokes, but backs off if you don't like them. Overall chill about it.
SHANE, LEAH, HALEY, ALEX
These four, really depend on how much they like you. Like a romantic relationship will get a different reaction than a platonic or negative one with these guys. Shane understands the most out of the four on sometimes needing things to feel comfortable and safe. He knows. So he's not really judgmental about you needing a plush. He is however a person that would get jealous of your plush if you're in a romantic relationship, like he wants to be the thing(person) that you go to to feel comfort. He wants to be what you need to sleep or feel safe. He won't say any of this though, because he knows that it's irrational and something he could work on. In a friendship or disliked kind of relationship he won't judge but he won't be nice or careful about it at all and might hurt your feelings even if he's not trying to. Leah does not really care at all either way. Like okay? Your plushies are yours and have nothing to do with her. If you are in a romantic relationship she cares a little bit more. She'll take care to not be carless with your plushies. Like she won't throw it around or kick it out of the way. She would be nicer about it, but her overall attitude would be she doesn't really care. It's not positive or negative she doesn't judge it's just a little quirk. Haley would absolutely be different based on how she feels for you. In a romantic sense she would be super careful about how she talks about your plush. She doesn't understand at all. She probably thinks it's childish but she won't say anything about. If she's friend with you she is a lot less careful. She might make jokes or comments that will hurt your feelings but would apologize depending on how hurt you are. If she dislikes you you are being made fun of. Especially if it's in front of other people. She absolutely is judging you and will make it obvious, not a good time. Alex is similar to Haley in that he does not understand at all, but it depends on what point in life he is in how he will react. In high school he will be more teasing if he likes you, saying things like "where's our child" or something. If he dislikes you he will make fun of you with his gridball friends it's a stereotypical high school experience. In adulthood I feel like he calms down. He's not going to make fun or anything but he will probably comment and maybe hurt your feelings either way. An apology will only come of he likes you.
Reactions
For the following everything is in a more friendly type of relationship. Gender neutral reader
Things were finally winding down, it was already way too late into the night to continue being awake if you all wanted to be able to get up in the morning. Everyone was already almost ready to sleep, yet you still stood next to your bag, hoping they would at least lie down quickly. It's not that you were embarrassed, you just really didn't feel like dealing with their reactions, especially tired. Shane was already lying down, eyes closed but not sleeping. With everyone distracted you quickly bring out your plush, pressing it against your chest as you move towards your sleeping spot. Someone sees you before you can lay down.
Shane would say something like "do you even wash that thing?" Then continue trying to sleep. If you're upset he would make it clear that he is joking.
Elliott wouldn't really react he would probably side eye and continue his bedtime routine. It's none of his buisness.
Sebastian would let out a little chuckle, looking at you for a second before turning his attention to the plush, then continuing to get ready. "It's actually cute..." He would say.
Alex would frown, but not in an unhappy way, in a more confused way. "Why'd you bring that?" He does not mean it in a bad way, he is just so confused.
Sam would probably make it a "big deal" on accident. It wasn't as if he was like OH MY GOD about it he was just sort of like "woah! What's that?" In a very cute and surprised type of way.
Harvey would frown at how dirty and stinky your plush is, the color off from how little it's been washed. He doesn't really say anything, just makes a mental note to offer some vitamins or something for your immune system.
Haley would laugh out loud for a second. Eyeing the plush then saying "you cannot be serious" when she sees that her comment is hurtful she changes her tune and coughs awkwardly, continuing to get ready for bed. "I mean...I didn't mean it in a bad way. I mean it's kinda cool that you kept yours...i wish I kept mine." It's very awkward.
Emily would be surprised and smiley about it. "Oh! Do you want me to sew it up? It looks like the seams are coming loose."
Leah wouldn't really react. She would just look and quirk up an eyebrow making a mental note that this is something that you keep. But that's really it nothing special as she knows everyone has their things.
Abigail would laugh, but not in a mean way. In a teasing sort of way. She would move towards you but not try and take the plush because of how tightly you're holding it. "No no! I swear it's cute! Like you!"
Maru would be surprised, and her eyebrows would go up from seeing you holding this plush so lovingly. She would rattle off some scientific facts that have something to do with how you need the plush to sleep. "It's really all very interesting! Maybe we csn research it together!"
Penny would be VERY excited. She would bring out one of her own, smiling brightly on how she doesn't have to hide her own. "Oh thank Yoba! I was scared I would have to wait until you fell asleep!"
85 notes · View notes
lauramkaye · 5 months
Text
today in "Things That Made Me Laugh So Much I Needed My Inhaler"
So for ADHD-related reasons, I listen to music A Lot throughout the day, and sometimes I get in a mood and I want something that has a Certain Vibe but it's not exactly any of my existing playlists, so I'll go on spotify and search for a ship name in the playlist search and see what people have put together.
The other day I did this for "bagginshield" (aka Bilbo Baggins/Thorin fic LOOK I KNOW WHAT THEY LOOKED LIKE IN THE CARTOON BUT MOVIE THORIN IS A STONE HOTTIE OKAY DON'T JUDGE ME).
I was listening to this playlist, and it was very much A Vibe, you know, like there was a whole Hozier/Mitski/indie-folk/Vaguely-Celtic Mood going on, lots of minor keys and string arrangements and plaintive melodies about blood on the fresh-fallen snow and following your lover even unto death and the like, and that one Phoebe Bridger cover of the song about the gold mine changing someone that I THINK is actually about somebody's dad but the lyrics just work too well for That One Incident With The Choking so everyone still uses it, so far so good. I'm vibing. And then from out of nowhere I hear something that sounds like... a warped vinyl record playing some kind of out of tune calliope over tuba blorps... and I was like... no. Surely not. Surely this isn't...
Friends, it was. In the Tragic Doomed Love Playlist, about 2/3 of the way through, sandwiched between two plaintive Tragic Doomed Love Ballads like an unexpected clown nose in a slice of cherry pie, was Leonard Nimoy's 1968 novelty song "The Ballad of Bilbo Baggins."
I do not judge anyone for enjoying this song. But I cannot help but wonder whether its inclusion was a cheeky, deliberate move on the part of the playlist maker, or if they had included it based on the name alone, being unfamiliar with the song. And if it was the latter, I could not help imagining the absolute vibe-obliterating moment when the transition occurred.
Anyway I laughed so hard I gave myself an asthma and had to take my inhaler but it was WORTH IT.
For reference, if anyone is unfamiliar, the song in question:
youtube
38 notes · View notes
Text
My Problematic Girl-Chapter 8
Tumblr media
Character: College!Steve Rogers x Rich!Female Reader
Words Count: 1,515
Prologue:  Steve has lived being nobody in this prestigious university. He just wants to graduate and get a job to get more money to pay the bills for his mother's surgery. 
But his life turned upside when a new student attended his class. His quiet and dull life became dangerous and full of surprises.
×××
She exhaled the cigarette smoke from her lips. She still doesn’t care even though he told her he has asthma. 
She looked at Steve and said, “Bark for me.”
Steve felt humiliated, and his pride was crushed. But she held his life and secrets. He had to bury his dignity to the ground, and he murmured, 
“Woof.”
******
I would appreciate any comments and feedback you can give me. 
You can tell me if you want to join the tag list. Don't be shy 😘💖💜💙
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7 , Chapter 8 , Chapter 9,-
Main Masterlist || Buy me Ko-fi
Tumblr media
Y/N woke up with a gasp. She blinked her eyes slowly, trying to grasp her surroundings. This is her apartment. Not in her repeated dream where she wants to hurt her father. 
"How did you get in here?"
"Tony gave me the passcode."
Y/N clenched her teeth and placed her hand on her chest.
"Why am I feeling so weak?"
"Here, drink this." Steve handed a glass of warm water. Feeling thirsty, Y/N brought the glass to her lips. She felt a slight relief as the water traveled down her throat. 
"Shouldn't we get her to the hospital?"
"We?" Y/N didn't notice that Tony was also in her room. He arranged the medical stuff back into the bag. "It will take an elephant tranquilizer to get her to the hospital."
"And I don't want Solomon to find out I'm weak." She was still weak, but her dizziness had disappeared. She only needs to take her medication and rest. 
Tony raised his voice. "Just once, Y/N!!! Please think about your health!!! Humans are vulnerable. Even though they have strong determination."
Steve agreed with what Tony just said. He thought a stubborn person like her had a strong mentality too. But it turned out he was wrong. She's weak while trying to be strong. 
He won't forget the struggle he went through to get here. 
-Flashback Starts-
Steve never ran this fast in his life because of his asthma. And when he arrived, the moment he opened her bedroom door, he saw her body shaking; all her fingers were stiff like a claw. She let out a painful growl. 
Steve immediately went to her side and slapped her cheek gently a few times. "Y/N, wake up."
But she won't budge. Tony did mention it would take a while until she woke up. He told Steve to watch her and ensure she didn't bite her tongue. 
Tony told him every time she goes to sleep, she always wears a watch that could alert him when she has a seizure or faints. That's how he found out. 
"Mom." Y/N raised her arm when her eyes were still closed. She dreams of reaching her mother. 
Steve decided to hold her hand. When he touches her hand, he finally takes a good look at her. 
He knows he is skinny, but compared to Y/N, she's thinner than him. He doesn't notice because she's always wearing clothes that hide her body figure. 
She's wearing a black tank top; he could see a trace of scars from her back to her fingers. 
It looks like she got into an accident. What happened to her? 
She seems to calm down after he holds her hands. The situation has calmed down. Steve looked around, and an open cabinet near her bed made him curious.
When he opened the desk, he was shocked by the amount of medicine bottles.
These are antidepressants, sedatives, sleeping pills, and these are…..
Because of his mother, he knew some medicines to relieve the pain. Sarah only takes one bottle if necessary because she doesn't want to depend on the medication. 
Steve turned to look at Y/N and then again at the medicines. He shook his head. If she depended on these pills, she could die. 
-Flashback End-
Y/N still closed her eyes. "What's today's date?"
"6th September."
"Ahh, that explains it." It’s the day she lost her mother. The panic attack always hit her on the same date. It seems like it has its calendar. 
Tony never let her be alone each year because he knew this would've happened. But he can't win arguing with her stubbornness. At least she wanted to wear the health watch he made specifically for her. 
She pulled out a cigarette and flipped it into her mouth. 
"Are you out of your mind?" Steve grabbed the cigarette from her hands and threw it into the trash bin. "You just had a seizure, and you want to smoke?"
Tony widened his eyes, he was surprised by Steve being frank towards Y/N, and she was not mad. 
"Steve, come here for a second?"
Tumblr media
Steve left Y/N's room and saw Tony take alcohol from the kitchen cabinet. He poured the gold-brown clear liquid into a glass. After Tony gulped the drink into his throat, he felt refreshed. 
"Thank you for helping." 
Steve shrugged his shoulders. "It's nothing." 
"Can I ask you a favor to stay here to watch over her?"
Steve gasped. "Both of you ask a ridiculous request?"
"What?"
"Don't you know she blackmailed me?"
"Oh I know."
Steve couldn't believe it; this man let her do criminal work. "You didn't scold her? Tell her it was wrong. I've got nothing. I have no money or connection. And you want me to babysit her?"
Tony tapped his finger on the table. He knew everything and ensured Y/N didn’t go out of the line."What if I gave you an offer?"
Steve closed his arms. Is Tony going to give him a ridiculous offer like Y/N? 
"While you stay here, I will send a team to redecorate your apartment so when your mother is discharged from the hospital, she will be happy with the surprise."
Well, that's a good offer. "You're doing all of this because of her?"
"I understand you're angry with Y/N. But to me, it doesn't matter as long as it makes her busy and distracts her."
"Is it related to the medicines?"
Tony raised his eyebrows. "You knew?” He sighed heavily and poured another drink. “The scariest person in this life is a person who is not afraid to lose everything."
"Lose everything? Does it mean?"
"She's suicidal."
Steve scratched his head, 'Geez, Y/N, that's fucked up.'
"After losing my parents, Y/N became my only family even though we're not blood-related. I can't imagine what would happen if I lost her too."
Tony raised one finger. "If you can't stand to live with her for one week, I will bring her back to my house. Even though I know it's useless since Y/N will always return to this apartment."
"Fine. One week."
"Great." Tony clapped his hands. This Steve kid is a good person. It's too bad Y/N blackmailed him. Because even if the university found Steve's 'other artworks,' it doesn't matter. He won't get kicked out. Tony read the report of Steve's. This kid is having financial trouble and is the only breadwinner in his family. 
He hoped Y/N would be friendly with Steve. He's a good kid.
"And I apologized on her name the way she treated you. She used to be gentle and nice, but since the accident, the doctor diagnosed her lack of empathy."
"What happened to her?" 
"At nine years old, a glass cabinet fell on her, making her lose a lot of blood and the ability to play piano. She found out Solomon people left her alone for 2 hours before they brought her to the hospital."
Steve put his hand on his chest. Y/N is the meanest person he ever knew, but his heart felt the pain of what she went through. 
Tumblr media
Steve looked around her apartment while Tony talked to Y/N. 
Then he moved closer to the window. He noticed the building across the street was the same apartment he used to live in when his father was still in business. 
He didn't play around with other children because of his asthma. So, he spends his free time drawing. 
He always draws at 3 p.m. near the window because of another reason. That is why he always heard a piano playing across the streets at that time. From his apartment, he could see it was a girl the same age as him playing the piano. 
This is the same building, the same floor, but where's the piano?
He shrugged his shoulders. It's impossible Y/N is the same girl. 
Steve is a man with manners and always asks for permission, but tonight his curiosity killed his manners. He opened the other room, and there it was, the same piano he used to see from his window. 
Oh, my days. Y/N is the same kid. 
"Urgh," Steve's mind suddenly remembered the scene of a man pushing down a woman in this apartment. Steve saw it one night, he got scared and called Sarah for help. 
The police came after his mother made a call. The man went down with the officers. Sarah told him what happened was domestic abuse. From what Steve had learned, people must be Y/N parents. 
Then everything became clear to Steve. She didn’t choose him just because of his artwork, and she knew him beforehand because he’s family is the victim of her father. 
Steve walks into her room again. She is still talking with Tony. 
Y/N tilted her head. “You’re still here?”
“I want to join.”
Y/N raised her eyebrows; she felt something different from him. “What are you talking about?” 
“Let me join your revenge to bring down Solomon.”
Tumblr media
Thank you for reading. I hope you like it.
You can tell me if you want to join the tag list. Don't be shy 😘💖💜💙
I will always be grateful for those who reblog. Thank you so much.
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7 , Chapter 8, Chapter 9,-
Main Masterlist || Buy me Ko-fi
Join the tag list :
@cherrybubblebullet
@starsofcloud
@kandis-mom
@bagoffeelings
@darkofimagination
@mansaaay
@zaraomarrogers
@magnificentsaladllama
@rebeccapineapple
@irishhappiness
@sjlainny
68 notes · View notes
Note
For your modern avatar au What if spider has some sort of respiratory diseases, or other chronic inflammatory lung or obstructive lung diseases. Because he has to were a oxygen mask in the movie.
Alright here is my answer finally @peachycrime
Okay, unfortunately my first thought was the fucking 2001 comedy/romance Bubble Boy, so that's cool.
Luckily for you I've been in the reddie fandom hardcore since 2016 so WE KNOW ABOUT ASTHMATIC HEADCANONS IN THIS HOUSE.
I think I'd pick like severe asthma because it just jives for me, but if you wanna go crazy we could really have a fucking Fault in our Stars/Five Feet Apart moment here. Really lean into locorro or spiri here.
-Spider lived with Norm for years because he was the foster parent they had with the most medical experience, but eventually he just was LIVING with Jake and Neytiri .
-Stay at home wheelchair dad Jake Sully with his three little kids under three had none of the attention or free time to dedicate to a kid with medical issues, but him and work from home Norm become a seamless team in the kids toddler years.
-Neytiri had just finished her residency so she was simply flawless with him. He's pretty much a normal kid, he's just got bad asthma. He does all physical activity he can, but he gets out of breath quickly and has to stop for a puff or two before he can get back out there.
-Neteyam is younger but they're in the same grade because Spider got held back because he was so lil because he was a sick kid before Neytiri and Norm got a hold of him.
-He carries around an inhaler and Neteyam also carries around an inhaler because Neteyam may be younger but he is so protective of Spider and so worried about him losing his breath when they are at school and their parents aren't around.
-Tonowari and Jake meet at the playground on a Saturday and all of a sudden Jake is an after-school care, watching his own four kids and Ao'nung and Tsireya (and neighborhood latchkey kid Rotxo who Spider loves because he was also a latchkey kid).
-Ao'nung gets mad at Spider during a game of pickle where they are both the taggers because Spider stops to tag a puff. Ao'nung insists he has to keep going and Spider does and ends up passing out.
-He's not allowed to run or do anything strenuous for two days and Ao'nung is grounded by Ronal for a week. Neteyam and Kiri don't talk to him for a day. He feels really bad though and after that he yells at any kid who tries to get Spider to do anything physical at school until a teacher has to call home and they all have to have a chat lol.
-Neytiri and Norm we're absolutely unbearable for days, hovering over him and making him drink water, while Jake was treating Spider exactly the same. They are disability buddies and Jake would never treat Spider as fragile because he isn't. In fact, they played catch later that night even though Spider was sitting down and it gave Neteyam an aneurysm.
-Lo'ak always explains to strangers that his brother is cool he just has "shit lungs" because he heard Jake say that one time.
-Reddie moment: "Spider Sully Blasts Off!" every time he uses his inhaler.
100 notes · View notes
nicki0kaye · 3 months
Text
Some dumbass in the comment section of a youtube vid about how AI Art bros are jersk tried to make the argument that genetics determine talent and I kind of popped of. Turns out the comment thread I replied to is like 200+ comments deep and now no one is going to see my small novella about genetics v talent, so I've decided to share it here...IN TWO SEPARATE PARTS bc apparently it is too long and tumblr cant handle it alskdjflskjdf.
Hi, I'm the genetically gifted artist you're trying to cite for your argument. Both of my birth parents were artists in several fields and despite being adopted by a different family, I know that I've inherited most of their interests and am proficient at all of the things they excelled in; art, writing and performance to be specific. I now make a living as an artist.
You're also entirely wrong about how 'talent' works and how inheriting 'talent' works. What I inherited from my parents were their mental disorders. Adhd, Autism and chronic depression. Autism forced me to be far more observant of my peers if I wanted to have a social life. Adhd gifted me time blindness and the ability to hyperfocus on whatever tasks gave me dopamine, and Autism complimented that nicely with a shock to the nervous system when I was expected to change gears out of what I felt was safe into something I did not.
I had many avenues before me because of this; theatre was what my adopted parents assumed I would pursue. But then chronic depression came in with the steel chair at the end of highschool and no, no I did not do theatre, that shit takes too much energy for too long of a period of time.
So. Art.
Why am I so genetically good at art? Well, and this is again Probably The Autism, I'm very good at recognizing and retaining visual patterns, I'm super interested in body language and costuming and micro-expressions--all things I need to pay attention to if I wanted to be liked by allistic classmates--and drawing quite literally regulates my nervous system, so I'm gonna do it often just to cope.
I don't have a fucking 'artists' gene. I have a brain that is predisposed to certain pattern recognition and through access to resources (GLASSES, I AM BLIND AS SHIT AND WITHOUT GLASSES NONE OF THIS WOULD BE POSSIBLE) was able to find and cultivate hobbies that either worked with or helped regulate the myriad of bullshit I won through the genetic lottery.
I'm a good artist bc I put in the work. I put in the work bc my brain is wired to really like certain work. It didn't have to be art. If i were less depressed, it could have been theatre--either writing, performing or directing. If I was less autistic, it might have been something with more abstract thinking and less focused on decrypting human expression and repurposing it in ways that I Personally Like. If I was less ADHD, it could have been more academic studies, like Marine Biology since I really wanted to do that when I was little. If I didn't have exercised induced asthma, it could have been competitive swimming, bc my swim teacher really thought I had a gift for it. If I didn't have dyscalculia, it could have been something that involves number crunching and long distances, bc I don't understand that shit for beans, completely locking me out of a large chunk of possible careers.
And maybe without all of that, I wouldn't have had the perfect cocktail to give enough of a shit to be good at anything. Maybe I would have just been an office clerk, making a decent wage and filling my cubicle with anime figurines.
23 notes · View notes
xxlovelynovaxx · 2 months
Text
I am so fucking enraged right now.
Everything I have ever learned about MCAS has been from other people with MCAS. Triggers, treatment protocol, secondary symptoms (and even sometimes primary ones), everything.
I am going on four years since I first started seeing allergists for this specific symptom set.
Not ONE has done more than a basic scratch and blood test and then told me to come back in six months if I'm "still experiencing symptoms". I got LUCKY that my pcp at the time was willing to do a urine tryptase test and also knew that a negative result wouldn't disprove MCAS. But she still completely didn't understand exactly how ignorant and lazy allergists in the area are and seems to think it's my fault I haven't gotten a diagnosis yet (I know I delay scheduling appointments because of my trauma, but that's also a fucking disability, Laura.)
They've prescribed me albuterol inhalers for my asthma, which I just found out TODAY is a major trigger.
I've had to rely mainly on the SIGHI food lost plus gauging my own reactions for what's safe to eat, and between that and sensory issues and being too disabled to make food I have to live in a constant state of reaction anyway and just manage it to try and go at least a month or two between ER visits for IV prednisone because I react to the inactive ingredients in the pills - and I've started reacting to something in the IV form too.
I'm sick ALL THE TIME and the worst part is statistically I'm not even halfway through the average time it takes to receive a diagnosis, let alone start treatment. I live in an area with two allergist practices that take Medicaid, and neither knows the first thing about MCAS.
One told me the only treatment was albuterol inhaler, flonase, and h1 and h2 blockers - never mentioning cromolyn sodium, montelukast, xolair, quercetin, or any of the other options past the first line that was already not working for me. I rely on quercetin and DAO enzyme from amazon (the DAO enzyme they don't have a ton of scientific proof of efficacy yet, but it seems to be working and even if that's placebo effect it doesn't seem to be HURTING).
They tell me to avoid my triggers but don't even themselves know what those triggers even LIKELY are (what foods are high in histamine, that exercise and heat are triggers, etc).
I am doing all the work of researching what tests have to be ordered, what the results would be to prove MCAS, what treatments are most effective and in what order you try them, all while having to pander to and tiptoe around a fancy signature in a lab coat's ego while they prescribe me things that are actively making me sick to the point they are effectively poisoning me.
I have to bend over backwards while also dealing with my severe (and ongoing!) medical trauma just to get doctors to not do what is allegedly the OPPOSITE of their jobs. I'm trying to get the lifesavers to actively not kill me through their own negligence and ignorance.
Doctors are lifesavers like the police are here to fucking protect and serve. If I ever hear another person refer to a medical professional as an "angel" I'll assume they mean "angel of death".
This isn't just one doctor, either. Every primary care provider I've ever seen, every specialist... I had my latest pcp FLIPPANTLY tell me "oh western medicine isn't really good at dealing with chronic issues. If you have strep or a perfed bowel, we know how to fix that, but otherwise you're basically SOL."
I'm only paraphrasing the last fucking acronym. The rest of it is word for word, I just can't remember the exact phrasing for that last acronym but it was the exact same meaning in slightly more "professional" wording.
On a related note, I fought doctors to get a wheelchair for my POTS until I gave up and only happened to luck into a charity that provided me one I could at least be pushed in, though I can't self-propel it. They kept trying to send me to physical therapy - which with how sensitive I am MCAS-wise to ANY exercise, could very well have made me worse.
Actually scratch that it would have bc just getting to the car and back two blocks away (city living) without doing anything else is enough to flare me for days. Doctors are apparently allergic to taking accessibility into account when treating disabled people. /bitter
I just... truly want to burn doctors as a profession and as people to the ground. It's a profession so deeply hostile to disabled and chronically ill people as the standard while purporting and being celebrated and being paid big bucks for at best doing jack shit and at worst actively killing us. I'd say "I could avoid crawling under the bar which is fucking UNDERGROUND if I were a doctor" but the fucked up thing is the system is literally set up to not just disincentivize doing so, but to actively prevent it and weed it out.
There are no good doctors like there are no good cops, because the good ones are either forced to quit or leave.
This is why I call myself anti-phys. Because I'm so pro-ACTUAL MEDICINE like you wouldn't believe. With human bias as removed as possible from the actual science, with disabled and chronically ill people being the first and foremost priority of every aspect of every medical and medical-adjacent profession - yeah, I ADORE good, accurate medical science. I want to fucking do medical research as a fucking career! I'm not against (consensual) treatment methods involving anything from medication to physical therapy to any other methodologies we know!
It's doctors serving only to gatekeep care and medical knowledge as a profession, who have absolute life and death power over disabled people and wield diagnoses like weapons as tools to discredit us and cover up their own neglect and abuse of us. It's the way the science is so incredibly biased and that this is in part because medical professions are designed to be inaccessible and hostile to disabled people as an integral part of the whole system. It's that the medical profession serves to uphold structural ableism and is built with that rot at its very core.
I have these fucking hellish chronic illnesses that continue to be fucking degenerative as a result of information purposely being kept from being disseminated and treatment being withheld, and if doctors were what their image portrays, I would have them minimally well-managed, if not some of them in remission.
These diseases are stealing years of my life away from me that I will NEVER get back, and doctors are in all actuality basically aiding and abetting them in doing so more effectively. It's beyond the cruelest of satire. It's beyond inhumane. It's eugenicist and more than borderline genocidal.
How much do I have to say: I'm terrified. I can't do this. I can't keep returning to people essentially mass-produced on a fucked up assembly line to oppress and harm people like me to beg them to this time not try to kill me and to instead do what is supposed to be their jobs. I don't have any fight left in me to do so.
I can't keep returning to the people responsible for upholding a system which strips me of my single most fundamental rights - to life and health - along with every right needed to guarantee those; and prostrating myself before them to the point my nose and forehead leaves a gouge in the floor, just to desperately plead for my life and find it weighed unworthy against their egos.
I can't advocate for myself against my very literal abusers anymore. I've been beaten down one too many times. At least this way, it's only lack of treatment that's making me sicker, and not active abuse and trauma which is retriggered and all those lovely things (/sarcasm on the word lovely). At least this way, I'm not getting my hopes up like a damn fool that maybe this time they won't hurt me, maybe this time they'll treat me the way they promised, maybe this time the same exact mass-produced abuser wearing a hundred thousand faces will treat me right.
(And don't even get me started on how the very literal definitional gaslighting of traumatized people and especially people traumatized by oppression and marginalization, the assigning of the labels of "crazy" and "irrational" and not reliable narrators on the harm and abuse they've experienced factors into all of this.
If you decide that trauma means people aren't actually capable of reliably determining an actual threat and that they're all jumping at shadows you can ironically use the label of traumatized to argue that victims are never experiencing any actual further trauma, and even honestly in a bizarre contradictory twist of logic that they never experienced any in the first place and it's ALL just a nebulous abstract sickness of the mind.)
I mean this purely in a metaphorical sense, but it feels easier to just lay down and let these illnesses take the rest of my life from me slowly. It doesn't hurt as much to bleed to death from a million tiny papercuts as it does to be repeatedly STABBED and then the worst of the wounds cauterized so I only bleed as much as a papercut from most of them, all while the papercuts continue and some of the stabs are left a leaking faucet to both drag me to death quicker and to steal my time by driving me out of my mind with sickness and agony.
I feel hopeless. I'm in a constant state of re-grieving, and being helplessly angry and impotent in part by virtue of both the physical illness and the trauma, and being triggered and retriggered and retriggered, and feeling hopelessness and despair, and holding on to a thinning thread of hope that is little more than fading light slipping through my fingers, and you know?
Of it all, the hope hurts worst. It keeps driving me to dash myself against the same fucking rocks as if anything will change. Chronically ill people are so often labeled insane, but isn't the definition of insanity doing the same visits to a god complex with a stethoscope over and over again and expecting different results?
Then I remember the entire communities of medical professionals fakeclaiming people with specifically my illnesses and calling us attention-seekers and drug-seekers and making fun of us for "thinking" we might have anything other than a "psychiatric" ailment (read: "crazy") while our bodies crumble around us. I remember that this is normal and even encouraged. And I think that it really is easier just to take comfort in despair, and stop torturing myself with this imaginary ideal of my illnesses actually being treated by doctors.
I think it's probably not possible to ever be healthy, because it's doctors job to stand at the gates of health and not let anyone in from our side.
Can't have us challenging what it means to be healthy, after all.
11 notes · View notes
strangesickness · 13 days
Text
so i maybe perhaps made an AU for an AU and started writing it as if i don't already have five thousand fan-fictions on the go.
ANYWAYS more losers swimming AU but this time it is slightly different (this is mostly eddie lol)
the losers minus eddie are all part of the derry bluefin aquatics club (DBAC, pronounced D-back) , whereas eddie is part of the bangor aquajets (BAJ, pronounced badge).
they all still live in derry and eddie is still best friends with all of them, but sonia makes him swim with BAJ because she thinks the derry activity centre is too dirty and she also hates coach black (who coaches at DBAC when he's not at school).
eddie and the rest of the losers have taken to calling eddie's coach (coach martin) "coach asshole" because of how frequently eddie calls him an asshole
coach martin is a pretty shit coach all around, he doesn't actually provide much feedback or skillwork during practice and he doesn't get his athletes splits (the time it takes to do the laps within the race, so if you're doing a 100m you'd have 2 splits, the time it took to get from 0m to 50m and the time it took to get from 50m to 100m. this language isn't exclusive to swimming but i figured i'd explain it in case anyone didn't know what it meant)
he also has almost entirely stopped signing eddie up for longer races, breaststroke races, and butterfly races even though eddie's three best races are 200 fly, 200br and 400IM, because sonia told him eddie couldn't swim long distances because of his asthma, and he wasn't allowed to swim breaststroke because it would fuck up his knees and fly would fuck up his shoulders.
eddie is as a result, stuck doing the 100 back which he is. SHIT at. like yeah it's fine to branch out and swim a race he's bad at every once in a while, but he knows he can make provincials (idk if thats what it's called in the USA) if he just gets the chance to swim the 400IM, but he's been swimming the 100back and 50free at every race for the past five meets with a 400IM nowhere in sight...
he makes the other losers get his splits for him since coach martin isn't going to do it. he greatly enjoys walking over to the DBAC bleachers and shoving his stopwatch and notebook into richie's hands lol (also he owns a stopwatch that he brings to meets with him and he's always spamming the counter button before races)
he sees richie at school and after school every day but he freaks the hell out whenever he sees him at meets because like.... he didn't think his shoulders were that big... like what the hell?
since he isn't swimming the 400IM and 200fly usually anymore, he gets to sit and watch richie swim them which is literally the only upside to the situation
he is extremely normal about watching richie do his behind the blocks warm-up. richie will always catch him staring but instead of it being weird richie will just start over-doing his warm-up to make eddie laugh, he's like swinging his arms like crazy and eddie's trying to yell at him across the pool because he's a dumbass and he's going to hurt his shoulders
he's just generally soooo normal about it whenever he sees richie at meets tbh... despite not swimming with him he could pick richie's stroke out during meet warm-up (theres like. well over 30 people in one lane during meet warm up. it's extremely chaotic. someone almost drowned me when i was like nine lol. eddie definitely had the same experience)
he always sets his stuff up in the DBAC bleachers and coach black has just accepted him as one of his own lol
he convinces sonia to let him switch to DBAC for his 11th and 12th years of high school similarly to how he convinces her to let him keep seeing his friends in the book
he spent so much time with DBAC at meets that he is absorbed into the team immediately
he makes prov in 400IM, 200fl, and 200br like he said he would if coach martin just gave him the chance
which means!!! travel meet!!
theres an odd number of girls on the team so coach black lets bev share a room with the other losers
they spend most of their evenings in one of their rooms playing all the weird card/board games ben and bill brought. it is very loud. they are the annoying team at the hotel lol
on sunday they're at finals until like 8pm because richie and eddie are both in the 400IM and ben is in the 1500fr, since it's the last day they get to run off and they find a barcade but they're underage so there's like nothing they can drink there but they eat basically all the food the place has, they then play ddr on aching legs which results in a dance battle between bev and richie
they then proceed to go get massive ice cream cones at a nearby ice cream place. richie for the first time in his entire life understands what "ate too much" means
they try to sing camp songs on the bus ride home but everyone's voices are dead for the next week from all the cheering they were doing.
8 notes · View notes
lirusstories · 6 months
Text
Sharpened Stones - Septic/Egotober Day 2
Tw: Panic Attack, Flasback
Egotober: Stone(sorta)
Septictober: Sharp Objects (Sorta)
Word count: 792
Tumblr media
”I do think-“
“Henrik I'm fine I can go up and down the stairs just fine.”
Henrik gives Jack a Look that has him looking away.
“You need to take it easy, you are still recovering and-“
”Alright Alright I'll stay downstairs while you guys are gone.“ Trying to keep from sounding upset.
Henrik sighs, ”Look, Chase will back in a couple of hours, he's picking Angus up from the airport, just. If it weren't for Jackie you would have fallen yesterday.”
“That wasn't my fault!”
“I know, your legs gave out and that is the issue. You need to keep using your legs yes but I am begging you to use your cane and refrain from using the stairs.” Henrik tells him concerned.
“I know Marvin's potions are helping but they are not a cure all, you were-” Henrik takes a deep breath as he tries not to get upset further, he doesn't want to make Jack upset either but at this point it feels rather inevitable sometimes. He doesn't blame him it's just, frustrating.
“I'll be fine Henrik, I'll walk around down here and if I'm hungry I'll just grab something from the kitchen.” Jack assures.
Henrik still looks concerned before eventually caving and nodding.
”Alvight, Alvight. I'll leave you alone. Just, call one of us is something comes up, alvight?“
”Alright Alright, I'll be fine. Don't forget you have other patients to look after.“ Jack attempts to joke lightheartedly.
Henrik gives him a different Look.
”Jack, you are my brother, you are who I'm most concerned for.“ Henrik tells him softly.
Jack can't help but feel warm and nod a little.
”Now, I do need to go to work before I have to deal with Randy calling me.“
”Fuck he's still around? You'd like he'd retired by now.”
“Yes well he likes ruining my day, so I better go before I send him into an early grave. I love you, and remember to call if you need one of us.”
“I know, I know. I love you too, now go before Randy starts blowing up your phone.”
Henrik chuckles and nods, far more relaxed about leaving jack at home. “I'll see you soon.”
“See ya, and be safe!” Jack shouts after Henrik before falling into a coughing fit after the door closes.
Damn he's really pushing is voice right now. He imagines his asthma isn't too happy with him either.
He sits back and manages a few breaths before taking in the silence.
He hates it.
He was alone that night too, if Jackie hadn't come home and found him...
He shakes his head, wincing as his memories make his throat throb before turning on the TV to drown out his memories. It's his first time home alone since he woke up and he will not let the anxiety get to him.
It's a few hours later when Jack's stomach starts rumbling and he realizes he should probably get up and make himself something.
Grabbing the cane given to him by the hospital, he pushes himself off of the couch before slowly making his way to the kitchen.
He rummages through the cupboard first, going to grab a bag of chips before Henrik's words ring through his head, reminding him to eat healthy for at least the first few months. Jackie, Chase and Jameson still slip him some chips or candy bars when Henrik, Marvin or Jacques aren't paying attention or home but still.
He sighs before grabbing the oatmeal. Hopefully he'll remember it on the stove.
-
Good news! He did, bad news, he's forgotten where the spoons are.
He remembered them yesterday he knows he did, he remembers that he grabbed them just, not from where.
So now here he is, opening and closing draws as he tries to remember where before freezing dead is his tracks.
He stares at the drawer filled with the knives.
He swears he can feel his body painfully and forcefully glitching again as he stares at them and for a moment he swears one of them is coated with red.
And he knows it's not real. He knows it's not because they've replaced them after that night.
He slams the drawer shut as he stumbles back and into the dinning room table as he gasps for breath.
It feels like there are stones in his stomach as his appetite vanishes as he desperately tries to ground himself but he just can't.
He can feel the cold metal opening his throat when he couldn't even twitch a muscle. And then his voice, oh god it sounds like it’s right in his ear.
”Look at you!“
Chase and Angus come home hours later to find him passed out under the dining room table.
Tumblr media
Hello! If you enjoy our work and wish to see more, including spoilers, cut scene's or replaced scene's feel free to join our discord!
And if you really enjoy our work and want/are able to help us out, feel free to buy us a ko-fi or send us somethin on paypal!
Taglist:
@malaboos-bodacious-blog @glitchyartist @brokentimewatch @secondary-objective-active @randowaffle @jselorekeeper
(are we supposed to tag the lorekeeper or am i being silly)
19 notes · View notes
changingplumbob · 21 days
Text
Foster Household: Chapter 8, Part 5
Harvey, Kayleigh and Carson take dinner to Reece and Samir. Carson has his first lot of exams and takes a trip with Kayleigh.
Tumblr media
Harvey: Did you avoid detention today
Carson: Yeah dad, that’s why I’m home already
Harvey: Very good. Now we don’t have much time so do anything you need to do quickly
Carson: What do you mean
Harvey: Keira and Marta will be having the house for a few hours tonight
Carson: And we will be…
Harvey: Oh, you know… visiting Reece for dinner
Carson: Dad what? No
Tumblr media
Harvey: I’m making a meat pie especially. Reece says Samir likes meat
Carson: Why couldn’t we go to Charlie’s instead
Harvey: Your mum wants to check on if they’ve used the money we gave them for Reece’s birthday
Carson: Well I hope you enjoy watching me die of boredom and irritation
Harvey: Carson please try to remember it’s your brother’s house, it’s not wise to pick fights in another person’s home
Kayleigh: Is the pie all done
Harvey: Almost, I just want to get the crust perfect
Carson: Mum I don’t want to go
Kayleigh: Carson in life there are things we may not want to do, but we should do. This is one
Carson: *sighs dramatically*
Tumblr media
Kayleigh: Oh honey these counters look great, and I’m so glad you got an oven
Reece: Yeah it took a bit of connecting but it seems to be working now
Carson: *sarcastically* Yipee for you
Samir: *through food* Don't be rude
Reece: It’s alright Samir, you know Carson can’t help being an annoying git
Kayleigh: Reece-
Carson: No don’t stop him mum. Lets hear more about how I’m failing in my life compared to the shining example he’s setting running away to a cabin in the woods
Reece: I haven’t run away from anything
Tumblr media
Carson: Yes because you’re knee deep in university work befitting your “genius”
Samir: *growls then fake coughs*
Reece: For your information I have applied to universities and I’m waiting to hear back
Carson: I bet you don’t even have a recycling bin
Reece: No Carson, we don't have a recycling bin. We like to burn our trash, letting large clouds of pollution out into the woods I’ve run away to
Carson: Did that just to spite my asthma did you
Reece: I didn’t even know you had asthma
Harvey: Boys! We should switch topics
Reece: Yes, lets. I would love to hear how you both knew to buy Samir a violin for my birthday
Kayleigh: Carson heard him telling you about it
Tumblr media
Reece: I knew it!
Kayleigh: What do you mean honey
Reece: Samir and I have only talked about him playing the violin when he was a kid when we were out of the house on a date
Samir: *through food* It’s true
Reece: So, Carson, you could only have known from reading my diary
Carson: Thought all that up by yourself did you? Wow, guess you really are a genius
Samir: *growls*
Carson: The hell
Samir: *fake coughs* bad throat
With Carson feeling ashamed at being caught reading Reece’s diary again he stays quiet for the rest of the meal which goes much more smoothly.
Tumblr media
With dinner finished Reece blows Samir a kiss as he heads off to relax in a bath where he doesn’t have to talk to anyone.
Reece: So you have asthma
Carson: Yes, go ahead and laugh
Reece: Bro I wouldn’t make fun of you for something you’re born with, that’s just rude. Like have I ever made fun of you needing glasses
Carson: Well no
Reece: Exactly! Now come give me a hug you budget pirate. And in all sincerity maybe try therapy for your angry obsession with me
Carson: I am NOT obsessed
Tumblr media
Carson: Do you think I need therapy
Keira: I think we all need therapy
Carson: I’m being serious
Keira: I don’t know what goes on in your head
The next day dawns and Kayleigh, having reached 60, is starting to show some grey.
Kayleigh: Goodbye completely brunette hair, I shall miss you
Harvey: I think the silver roots are nice
Kayleigh: Guess I better switch up my wardrobe so I don’t wear short shorts anymore
Harvey: I vote for short shorts at any age
Kayleigh: I just really like my thigh tattoo, I don’t want it covered all the time
Tumblr media
Keira: You okay dad
Harvey: Not really, I’ve got sweaty shivers
Keira: Take the day of work then
Harvey: Maybe I should
Carson heads downstairs. He couldn’t get to sleep last night, worrying about what Reece had said. He certainly wasn’t obsessed with Reece but sometimes he felt a bit… different. He’s a recycle disciple, he wants to search through trash but… lately he has felt the need to wash extra thoroughly afterwards.
Carson: Hey dad
Harvey: *groggily* yes sir
Carson: Maybe I should go to a psychiatrist or something
Harvey: Hmm. It’s not that I don’t want to have this conversation, it’s that the room is spinning… I’m sure mum can take you after school if you want though
Tumblr media
As soon as Carson gets to school he’s hit with a coughing fit thanks to his asthma. It’s not an attack but certainly leaves him feeling worse.
Angel: Hey Carson wait up
Carson: Can’t talk. Heading to gym
Angel: But you almost coughed up a lung back there
Carson: No I didn’t
Carson is full of confidence when he gets to the gym area and runs with his chest out on the treadmill for a while.
Tumblr media
With one before school duty done he decides to take the workout machine for a spin.
William: What are you doing
Carson: *puffing* working out
William: Angel said your asthma was acting up
Carson: My asthma doesn’t act up, I make sure. I’m fine now
William: Well you’d better hurry up. Exams start soon and I’m sure my older brother won’t have managed to screw with the printing of two sets of exams in a row
Carson: Right I just need a shower first
Mrs T: Come in everyone. Please take your seats, we will begin soon
Onyx: Can we end soon as well
Darwin: I know! I totally forgot Fridays were exam day
Tumblr media
Mrs T: You will all have one hour to write down your answers. Remember, if you don’t know an answer, you can always skip it and return to it once you’ve reached the end
Darwin: Can I skip the whole thing
Mrs T: No Darwin, you can’t. Although if you’d like Mr Amarinth to observe another of our classes to make sure we’re learning feel free
The whole class groans in response.
Paola: Don’t you dare Darwin, I’m this close to getting a detention from that guy
Darwin: Suits me
Amie: Don’t be an idiot, just shut up and do your paper
Mrs T: We will begin when the second hand reaches the 12
Carson did his best to write some answers but still being new to the subjects made him uneasy. He found himself tapping his pencil so often that his paper ended up resembling a dalmatian with 101 spots.
Tumblr media
Darwin: You all right dude? Your paper was a mess
Carson: How would you know
Darwin: You were the only person in front of me
Carson: So you looked at my paper
Darwin: I would have studied but I forgot exams were Fridays
Carson: I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine
William: You seem stressed though
Carson: Have you seen Onyx
William: Yeah I think they headed to the next exam room already
...
Carson: What are you doing in here
Onyx: Hoping to learn by osmosis before the exam starts. Mother is not pleased at me getting that detention. I just want a horse man
Tumblr media
For the afternoon exam Mrs Tinker puts her headphones on so the students take the opportunity to whisper quietly as they make their way through the paper.
Carson: You don’t think it’s too weird do you
Onyx: Nah. If you think you’ve got an issue it’s surely better to get it checked on sooner rather than later or you’ll end up a twisted adult
Carson: Thank you, I think
Onyx: Anytime mate
Tumblr media
Darwin: Amie move your shoulder
Amie: Do your own work
Mrs T: *still wearing headphones* 1 minute left
William: Wait did she even do the 10-minute call or did I miss it
Onyx: Oh hey Carson, we should all get dinner tonight after your appointment
Carson: Yeah… after my appointment
Onyx: I’ll be thinking of you buddy
Before Carson heads home he returns some books to the school library and grabs some new ones.
William: Carson!
Carson: Hmm?
William: Don’t worry about the appointment, you’ll be great
Carson: Thanks mate
Tumblr media
Kayleigh: Just remember honey, the most important thing here is to be honest
Carson: Uh huh
Kayleigh: Come sit. Even if you think it’ll upset me or your dad, you tell them okay
Carson: I will try mum
Kayleigh: At least this place seems nice right
Carson: Yeah I guess
Kayleigh: I must ask who did that mural, it’s wonderful
Carson: Yeah
?: Carson Foster?
Tumblr media
Carson: Yes
Dr H: I’m Dr Xander Hanks, I’m the psychiatrist here. It’s nice to meet you
Carson: Yeah. Nice to… meet you
Dr H: And I see you’ve brought a support person today
Carson: It’s my mum
Kayleigh: I’m Kayleigh Foster
Dr H: A pleasure. If you’ll follow me we can sit down and get introduced properly
Tumblr media
Dr H: Let me tell you a bit about myself. Following medical school I did my first internship at Britechester's main hospital. After that I completed my training as a psychiatric resident at the hospital in Magnolia Promenade. My specialisation is adolescent health. However I have treated younger patients and continued to see some of the older teen patients until they’re ready for discharge
Carson: That’s… nice?
Dr H: So Carson, want to tell me my why you’ve come to see me today
Carson: I don’t really know
Dr H: That’s okay. Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself?
Carson: Well I’m 14. Ahhh… I guess I care about the environment, I like art and archaeology. I don’t really know what else
Tumblr media
Dr H: How about your family? Can you tell me a bit about them? Your mother is obviously well known
Carson: *chuckles* yes, best artist around
Kayleigh: I dabble
Carson: Then there’s dad, he’s a fisherman and a great cook
Dr H: Do you cook with him
Carson: Not really but we would go fishing together sometimes when I was a kid
Dr H: And how about siblings or pets
Carson: I’m the youngest of four. My oldest sister Charlie is a pro soccer player, she lives in Mt Komorebi now with her wife Kaori who is getting well known for snowboarding
Tumblr media
Dr H: Kaori Nishidake? I have heard of her
Carson: Yeah she’s pretty great at it. Then there’s Keira who just finished her biology degree. She and her fiancé Marta are staying with us at the moment but they’ll be moving to San Sequoia so Keira can get a job at the Marine Life Institute
Dr H: Any others
Carson: *sighs* well yeah there’s Reece my older brother
Dr H: Why did you sigh just now
Carson: Me and Reece… we don’t get on
Tumblr media
Dr H: How much older is he than you
Kayleigh: He’s just turned 19 so five years difference
Dr H: Have you always had disagreements or is this a recent change
Carson: I don’t really remember
Kayleigh: They did argue a lot over the years. It’s not been a recent fall out or anything
Dr H: And how about pets? Do you have any
Carson: *laughs* No which is good because I found out I have asthma
Dr H: Oh? When did they figure that out
Carson: When I turned 13
Dr H: And how are you coping with that diagnosis
Carson:…
Tumblr media
Previous ... Next
10 notes · View notes
inryokuhime · 26 days
Text
so uh
quick life update before i go take a nap
i had a heart echo test done because my doctor heard a heart murmur. i have been diagnosed with ventricular dyssynchrony, a heart defect of the lower chambers not pumping blood correctly. most likely have had this my whole life since was i born 6 weeks prematurely with a heart murmur. which for some reason was ignored because premie babies usually grow out of it. or something, lol malpractice in the 80's or some shit.
the major symptoms of ventricular dyssynchrony are coughing, shortness of breath, fatigue, and swelling of legs. the first three i've pretty much struggled with my entire life, the last one has been a problem since i was like 20.
tbh i'm pissed. to have my health ignored by so many doctors because i was a chubby kid and a fat teen is just unacceptable. i was only ever told to diet and exercise and to stop being lazy. that everything was my fault for becoming obese. this should have been caught when i was first diagnosed with asthma, 30 years ago.
unfortunately since i have gone so long being untreated, the basic fixes for this aren't going to do much, which would be things like steroids and diuretics. but at least i have answers now.
my dad still wants me to think my condition is at least partially my fault for not trying hard enough to be thin. that i was lazy and gave up too many times. probably about time i don't even talk to him about my health anymore if he can't have any sort of understanding or empathy for me.
anyway, thought y'all should know. i'm gonna go sleep a bit now.
7 notes · View notes
Note
When was spewart diagnosed with cvs and ptsd?
When did hariet get her epilepsy and menstrual problems diagnosis?
And toppers oab/asthma?
Rango doesn't seem to have anything so uh...good job!
Spewart: "Good question... I got diagnosed with PTSD very recently by my therapist. It's not just from one event, but rather a collection of different traumatic things I've experienced in my life that continues to grow. Dr. Twila is not actually 100% sure I have it, though... "Fairly certain, but not absolute." I don't take meds for it, minus my antidepressants... And I've been to the psyche ward a couple of times throughout my life... Um... As for my CVS... That's more of a self-diagnosis that I got a doctor to agree with. I didn't puke that much when I was younger... Only on car rides n' stuff. But I'd say about four years ago, I started getting sick all the time. Once a week, I'd get out of school for a vomiting episode. If I ate something slightly too greasy, spicy, or with a little too much dairy, I'd vomit everything back up. And sometimes, I throw up, just, because. Not much is known about CVS, so there's not much I can do minus take a bunch of Pepto Bismol before I eat. Which, rarely does anything... All of us have TONS of medical issues, varying in severity. I assume you just picked the two we're most known for...? Well, thank you, Anon! We don't get to really talk about our issues often." :3
Hariet: "I don't remember it, but when I was in, maybe, the fourth grade... I sat down to watch a new TV show that had come out. Not sure what it was, but it had flashing lights and crazy sounds and things like that... Well, one of my brothers found me, on the floor, twitching, pupils dilated, frothing at the mouth, unresponsive... I got taken to the hospital, my family was informed that I had had a seizure, and later got diagnosed with epilepsy the same week, when I had another seizure, attempting to watch the show again. As for my menstrual stuff... For those who don't know, I got my first period when I was seven, which is... Not normal! And I get LOTS of pain, LOTS of blood, and it lasts for a LONG time. Still not normal!! I got a uterine scan in the seventh grade... I'm not sure exactly what was found, but I have some kind of deformity in my uterus that's causing abnormal periods. And also, I CAN get impregnated, but it's unlikely the fetus will survive... I am... Scared to try birth control, and I have hope that maybe this issue will go away on its own eventually, so I just have to DEAL WITH IT."
Topper: "I think I got diagnosed with asthma in the beginning of middle school... There's multiple potential causes for it—Living in foster homes with smokers, getting choked in fights a lot, allergies, air pollution, moldy rooms, simple genetics, etcetera. There was cause for concern when I suddenly started struggling to breathe and almost passed out in gym class one day. Been needing an inhaler on me at all times since. Okay, and I've always had OAB, ever since I was a baby but never got it officially diagnosed until VERY recently. As a kid, most of my foster parents assumed that my accidents were from me being irresponsible, not listening to my body, and intentionally holding until the last minute. It couldn't possibly be not my fault! And the ones that did know something was wrong with me never took me to the doctor; They gave me diapers and called it a day. Thankfully, my issues are WAY less bad than they used to be. But one day, I got curious, Googled my symptoms, took them to a doctor, and sure enough! I officially got an OverActive Bladder! Yay me?"
Rango: :D
Yeah, unless you count Rango's ADD and lack of arm, he has not much going on compared to his siblings. But, of course, there is that "mystery illness" he's dealing with~... I also headcanon that Rango had a shitty immune system & got sick a lot as a child to make up for his lack of serious problems.
8 notes · View notes
e2019 · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
i've been going thru everything that i own & mercilessly scrutinizing each n every item like not even a single square of toilet paper from any roll of toilet paper will escape my wrath i feel like jesus (me) at the gates of heaven (my room) during the rapture (right now) judging all of the people (belongings) still on earth (in my possession) and every fucking body is going straight to hell you're all sinners and it's too late to repent now the final trumpet has already sounded woe eternal.
anyways a few years ago my dad gave me this small box of stuff and i never looked thru it until now. what is any of this stuff and why did he give it to me?
a dropper/tincture(?) that's empty except for some white residue. printed label says it's 25i-nBOME & next to that (not visible in the pic) handwritten in black pen is "20 mg". this is the only thing that i know what it is, but somehow it's also the item that confuses me the most. i distinctly remember one summer asking my dad if he had ever done acid, and he said "no never have/never will" & went on this huge rant about how "it's a drug for crazy ppl—just look at your mom & grandma, they used to do acid all the time—explains a lot doesn't it?" i can't imagine any reason why he would have lied to me about that because, at the time that i asked him that, he knew but didn't care that i always had acid & would use it somewhat regularly (like he wasn't saying that to me in a moralizing way, he was just sharing his opinion & halfway joking). also, i've used meth with him before, so ofc he knows i wouldn't gaf even if he was seriously against any psychedelics. so what happened that he had an empty 25i-nBOME container & randomly gave it to me one day then never mentioned it ever? i'll always wonder, but i'll never ask...
the next thing is honestly scary as fuck to me. i have no clue what it could be. idk if y'all can read the words on the the black thing, but it says "BLIMPIE HUMIDIFIER". i googled it & if anything i'm even more confused now. i think maybe it's some kind of thing you're supposed to put in a bag of tobacco to keep it from drying out or something like that? not sure how it's supposed to work tho. and i assume that most ppl probably actually use it for weed, which makes sense bc my dad smokes weed literally 24/7. but what creeps me out about it is there's a crazy smell (idk how to describe it just it's strong & it's not very pleasant but not awful either, maybe like a chemical smell idk) as soon as u open the prescription bottle... and then there's whatever the fuck kind of residue on the sides of the container. looks like honeycomb or beeswax to me. not sure i just have a strong feeling that bees were somehow involved with whatever happened here. i almost wonder if this is a really normal weed thing like some kind of idk dabs or resin or rosin or whatever is the shit that the hardcore weed junkies smoke and if so thats fucked up i cant believe ppl are out here smoking ear wax off of nails with a blowtorch or whatever but that definitely seems like something my dad would do.
the last thing (3) says "LEWHIF" which according to google is like a recreational inhaler basically like apparently you use this to inhale dessert flavored air so i guess this is like what you might use if you want to vape but you can't because you have asthma. i don't really get the appeal but then again i don't have asthma so i guess this one isn't for me to understand...
9 notes · View notes
diasdelfuego · 1 year
Note
have never seen teen wolf. you got me intrigued. this scott character sounds interesting, but i find d*lan o'br*en annoying af
anon i feel like i would like you, and because i feel like i would like you i want to say first and foremost never ever ever watch teen wolf.
do not ever let my undying love and devotion for scott mccall mislead you: teen wolf is a bad, bad, bad tv show. not good bad, not fun bad, it's just bad television. the good in it, of which scott is a big part, is not worth all the bad. not even close. and indeed d*lan o'br*en is in it and he's in it soooo much and his so character is only funny for like three episodes. insufferable.
unfortunately, scott mccall is indeed the character of all time. and if you watch even the pilot you will be filing adoption papers by the end of it. well, depends on your age and sexuality, i guess, i used to be in love with him but nowadays he's like a baby to me. look at him:
Tumblr media
he is. god. i don't even have the words. i'm sure if i were to make some sweeping nonsense claim like he was the first brown boy to lead a genre tv show in mainstream tv someone could come up with an earlier example, but that's the role he filled for me. i always loved the genre but fantasy tv here is for children, and imported american culture is hegemony anyway, and in a lot of ways scott felt tailored to me. they literally gave him asthma, i never had a chance of not liking him. and i first met him when i was 17-to-18 and in a fraught place, emotionally, so the optimism and hope that permeates the character really were a life raft for me.
anyway, yeah, scott is a delightful character, and at the time he also felt pretty fresh, this shy earnest mild-mannered asthmatic kid who loves his single mom and has always done well in school but is trying to fit in a little better and keeps not really succeeding at it, and then something horrible happens to him.
something profoundly violating and violent and life-altering, and suddenly his body is no longer his and he's being hunted by some awful hungry thing and he feels crazy and he feels damaged and he feels like he's been turned into this awful thing, and he doesn't want to burden his mom with his problems but then the guy who assaulted him and has been stalking him is flirting with his mom, and at the same time his only tethers are his best friend who is kind of an insensitive little asshole who's jealous that his friend could get a little more attention than him and rejoices in bullying the only person willing to tolerate him, and an older guy who seems to have gone through a similar thing than him and is obviously profoundly fucked up about it and absolutely not capable of mentoring some traumatized teen.
and scott through all of this is patient and kind and giving and selfless and unrelentingly optimistic. he is forgiving. he is nurturing. he is literally a healer, he starts out the show assisting at a vet clinic to help with bills and because he seems to genuinely like it, and he has a loving and respectful relationship with deaton, the veterinarian training him, who turns out to be a druid and could have been a truly incredible character if the show ever bothered doing anything interesting with him.
because the thing about teen wolf is that, as i said at the beginning, it's not good fucking tv. it's simply not well written. it's not a good story. but it's, unfortunately, full of excellent ideas, and it has some truly solid and some very charming performances, and one or two inspired episodes per season that are just good enough to trick you into giving it another couple hours of your time, and that's how jeff davis wins.
but let me get back to scott. scott is a healer, and i think thematically, at the time it was made, it was an incredibly inspired choice to have this soft, non-threatening, tender boy be a brown mexican kid. it was, of course, accidental, but the bit of luck that made it happen deserves to be called inspiration. the entire premise was a perfect set-up for a great exploration of the prejudices that exist around brown and specifically latinx masculinity, and scott, albeit unintentionally, is genuinely a great departure from a stereotype that continues being prevalent today all over american tv. scott never chooses violence. scott wins by offering second chances, and it more often pays forward than it doesn't but even when it does come back to bite him in the ass, he doesn't allow that to make him a cynic. he offers his trust first, but he is careful if bitten and smart when dealing with people who have proven untrustworthy. he often outwits those he is facing, always tries for a peaceful resolution.
and the thing is that he faces quite a few powerful people, because scott grows powerful himself, and others covet his power. and scott grows powerful because he is kind, because he is trusting, because he is forgiving. sometimes literally (by gaining people's loyalty and forming a pack of strong creatures) and sometimes through a lore mechanism in which some kind of like, spiritual strength that comes from the trust of the pack and the trust in oneself and whatnot gives him such "inner strength" that he becomes an alpha spontaneously rather than through killing, which is a wonderful bit of mary sue-ism that imho felt very earned after a long arc that spanned like three seasons.
and i know that makes it sound like a fun and even decent show which loves and respects its protagonist, and it might have been, if jeff davis' writing hadn't been so consistently racist. not just with scott, but with everyone. i won't document the racism in the show or the racism from the fandom but, let me tell you, it wasn't a good experience. teen wolf suffered from the same syndrome as, for example, the hundred or the walking dead, where the quantity and quality of the violence inflicted upon characters of color is so unreasonably disproportionate it becomes impossible to miss. it suffered from several other 'ideological faults' let's call them (hard to ascribe ideological goals to a show as absolutely fucking stupid as teen wolf though) but, maybe amplified by the fandom response or by the documented racism from davis himself, that always seemed the most glaring issue. i mentioned deaton, but the way boyd or kira were treated by the narrative, and the way all of those actors were treated by the show was frankly shameful.
it's because scott is such a wonderful character that i had to stop watching, because at some point i just couldn't stomach to see him suffering any more. because the thing is, yes, the thing about scott is that he never chooses violence, always trusts, always forgives, he's always willing to sacrifice himself for just about anyone, even people who don't deserve it at all. and eventually it stops being hopeful and scott is in despair all the time and the narrative never really does anything with it, he self harms and the show forgets within an episode, he's suicidal like once per season and the show never makes a connecting thread of it, stiles and lydia constantly treat him like he's an idiot and because he's soft spoken and kind he never gets to say shit about it, and he's retraumatized and retraumatized and retraumatized and retraumatized, and stiles and derek literally torture him at times and it's always something that he forgives without even the apology, and he has to work with the man who assaulted him and stalked him and never made anything even resembling amends except dying about it for a couple months, and it's just shit. it's just absolute shit and it's not a good story and he's such a good character i just wish i could pick him out of that goddamn show and put him in a better narrative.
which by the way is what my beloved kalen is doing with this ongoing, absolute masterpiece of a fic, which builds a totally new narrative and can be read without knowing anything about the show. i heartily recommend it.
anyway, to recap: do not watch teen wolf.
33 notes · View notes