Negative-Side-Effects

anonymous asked:

Hello, so I'm on T, have been for 2 months (woohoo!) and I've been going to the clinic to get my shots and The last Doctor that injected me, she seemed to have gotten like more than my usual dosage inside the syringe (if that makes sense?) so it looked like she gave me twice the dosage I usually get. I'm sort of freaking out. I mean, there's no way to tell for sure if she did, it just looked like so much more than usual. What would happen if she did inject me with more than my usual dosage?

Charlie says:

If it was just one time, I don’t know how much could truly happen.  If you had too much testosterone in your system, some of it would convert into estrogen, but again I seriously doubt you could have any catastrophically negative side effects from one dose that was too big.  For all you know, your doctor could be intentionally making your dose higher. I think you’re fine, but if you’re still having doubts you can call your doctors office.

5 things only people who are perscribed to Vyvanse/Adderall understand

1. Being physically, but not mentally, hungry.

You hear your stomach growl. You know that you need to eat so you head to your pantry. You scan everything in it, but nothing appeals to you. On a good day, you might find something that interests you. But after a few bites, you’re already full. When you’re prescribed Vyvanse, every day is a battle of forcing yourself to eat, just so you can take in the calories you need. Many may think this sounds ideal, a simple way to suppress your appetite and lose a few pounds. But when your ribs start to show and your doctor is hassling you about being underweight, or when people ignorantly assume you have an eating disorder, it’s not so fun. Vyvanse makes us completely repulsed of something so simple that we once loved: food.

2. Being an asshole.

For those who take Adderall/Vyvanse recreationally, it can make them feel unusually talkative and social. For us ADD/ADHD-ers, it calms us down, and sometimes even makes us the opposite of social. If we’re trying to get something done, don’t take it the wrong way when we come off as an asshole for not wanting to be social with you. When we’re focused on something and you’re repeatedly clicking your pen, please don’t take our death stare the wrong way. We’re just irritable because you’re distracting us from what the Vyvanse is telling us we need to do: focus.

3. Hyperfocusing on exactly what we’re not supposed to be focusing on.

For those of us who have ADD/ADHD, Vyvanse doesn’t magically make us limitless. Sometimes although we are able to focus, it’s on the wrong thing (Example: Me writing this article during class). Whatever it is that we are hyperfocusing on, has to be perfect. And this can take a while, distracting us from what really needs to be done. For us, overcoming distractions and ADD/ADHD is more than just taking a pill a couple times a day. It also takes serious willpower and learned cognitive behavioral skills in order to filter out the loads of irrelevant stimuli that flood our brains.

4. Becoming a zombie.

You’re not really sure where your personality went. You’re not really sure when the last time you smiled was because you’re feel so serious. You’ve been intently staring for so long that you remind yourself to blink. Your jaw is clenched. Someone may ask you if you’re okay or if you’re in a bad mood. You’re fine of course; the Vyvanse just makes you feel flat.

5. Being physically, but not mentally, exhausted.

Your body is sore and your eyes burn. Lying down feels so good, but sleep is out of the question. Your eyes won’t stay closed and your mind is still alert. Every day requires strategically not taking your meds too late, otherwise you will be miserable come bedtime, staring at the ceiling for hours. Naps during the day? Say goodbye to those.

Basically, we just want you to understand even though you maybe never will.

Vyvanse isn’t fun. Dealing with all of the above almost daily isn’tideal. And dealing with a real ADD/ADHD diagnosis is FAR fromlucky. Vyvanse isn’t a drug to joke about or buy in the library. It’s a medication that helps struggling individuals every day, and despite the negative side effects, we need that help

Watching Code Lyoko is sort of surreal because of how much technology has advanced since this very technology-focused cartoon premiered in 2003.

the virtual world of Lyoko houses two artificial intelligence beings, one with fully human behaviors, and one with the capability to affect things in the real world that aren’t even mildly electronic. (episode 1, a giant teddy bear. why XANA)

Three children regularly fully digitize themselves to enter and exit Lyoko without any negative side effects to their mental or physical well being… aside from that time one of them fell into the “digital sea” and just. ceased to exist. Was there a body? nobody knows

XANA has taken control of trains, a government sattelite with a goddamn laser capable of targeting an individual person and pulverizing everything within a ten-foot radius of its target, (why does that even exist?) clouds of several different kinds of toxic gasses, a swarm of bees, the previously mentioned giant teddy bear, a living replica of one of the main characters, all with decidedly malicious intent. (plus that whole thing with William….)

But, it still seems to obey video game type logic, such as only deploying a limited number of minions, all with a clearly visible weak spot.

The heroes are always alerted of XANA’s activity, (directional vibrations on the ground in Lyoko) and always stop it, (deactivating the tower) in the same ways every time.

literal time travel, via the push of a button, voice command, automatic?? it’s really not consistent

but the gang’s computer whiz kid Jeremie’s personal setup looks like this

look at this dinosaur

and they all use freaking nokias

here we have Ulrich typing in Jeremie’s phone number, from memory, in order to alert him that an evil computer program has taken control of the electrical wiring in the school cafeteria and that they’re all trapped

There’s an episode in which nanobots cause an amnesia epidemic, (I think it’s one of my faves so far) and the next episode begins with Odd talking excitedly about downloading an MP3 file off the web

I haven’t gotten to that episode yet, but I distinctly remember Jeremie exclaiming “I just need a couple more bytes!” and Odd saving the day by closing out a game of Tetris that was running in the background

I remembered it wrong, Yumi was at the computer trying to save Jeremie after he convinced her to try and virtualize him (she messed it up because he didn’t bother to walk her through virtualizing someone step by step) and they needed “a few more bytes” of memory, so Odd plugged Ulrich’s gameboy into the system, which of course fixed the problem somehow. It was definitely Tetris though. He’d been up until 3am playing Tetris the night before. Tetris. Tetris saved Jeremie from deleting himself.

TL;DR: between the conflicting level of often nonsensical technological advancement, (how did a computer program just. make bees) occasionally awkward dubbing, (that was absolutely Ulrich’s voice coming out of Yumi’s mouth. yep. mm-hm. good) rare and often unsettling puns, and Odd’s hair, Code Lyoko is a surreal experience and I recommend it

Psychologist Pixi Is Back With Some MV Explanation

Ok I’m gonna make a post explaining mental illness in b.a.p’s mv bc I think lots of y'all are missing that all of that was mental illness (schi//////zophrenia, anx/////iety/dep//////ression w suicide ideation, body dysm/////orphic disorder, sub//////stance use disorder, and ano////rexia) I’m sorry about the slashes, if just rather not have this post in tags where people are seeking out help and recovery as it’s off topic

Sch////izophrenia: the guys seeming oblivious to the world around him, conducting even though there was no band? That’s what this disorder looks like frequently in severe cases. He’s caught up in hallu////cinations that keep him from reality. Everyone keeps mentioning him as murder and in that I think they’re missing a lot of the point. While more mentally ill people are more likely to suffer from violent crimes than to commit them, it still stands that violent crime by mentally ill people exists. (I’ll admit I’m a little bit iffy about this part of the mv bc of fear of violent crime being part of the stigma of mental illness, especially ps////ychotic illnesses, but I think bap addressed it in an appropriate way bc it wasn’t the point they were trying to make) the point they were making with this man and the bodies around him so a long standing legal debate, can we really hold this man accountable when he’s not aware of his actions? He keeps conducting, not knowing what he’s done. A lot of you are actually playing into this, reacting the way people normally would: you only notice the bodies, not the unaware man. He makes you uncomfortable because he is strange and different. But is he really at fault when he doesn’t know? That’s what bap is trying to say.

An/////xiety and de/////pression w suicide ideation: y'all have generally figured out the man in the bathroom, but in general that’s what he represents. He’s someone at the end of their line, frustrated, hopeless, and stressed. I feel like we’re used to seeing this disorder portrayed, so most people understood, so I’ll leave it there. Feel free to message me if you need further explanation.

Body dys//////morphic disorder: people keep labeling the girl looking in the mirror as just “insecurities” and i just want to clarify that it’s further than that. This is a woman doing anything she can to convince herself that she looks alright (which she does) but her appearance is never right to her. Likely what she’s seeing in the mirror is different from what we’re seeing, which is why she smashes it. She doesn’t want to see her reflection when it’s something so terrible to her. Baps making a good point here, bc we typically look down on people who hate the way they look and call them shallow and vain for obsessing over their looks, while bap is pointing out how much they really are hurting

Su/////bstance use disorder: the girl in the hall, holding her head, taking pills, is a clear representation of this disorder. We find her first in the withdrawal state, trying to resist what she’s addicted too, but she gives in despite the negative side effects (i.e. vomiting). I really like the way they approached this, because a lot of media dehumanizes and demonizes people with this disorder, but bap did the opposite, reminding their audience that these people are human, are suffering, and are mentally ill

Ano////rexia: I think people generally understand the girl in the kitchen, but here’s a little clarification. She’s cutting the food smaller because it’s a common rhetoric that if you eat smaller bite you’ll eat less. Even the one sliver of carrot feels like too much for her tho, bc like a lot of people with this disorder, it’s like she’s become afraid of food. She thinks eating anything is disgusting and will increase her weight, that’s why she’s hallucinating worms in the food. It’s a metaphor for how she views food. I really appreciate the way they approached this, instead of just putting a sad skinny girl in front of a mirror and maybe having her faint. Showing the really an//////xiety and ps//////ychosis of this disorder instead of standard, not really effective portrayals

Finally, emotion revolution is a summit held by mental health professionals every couple of years, focusing on creating a conversation about mental illness and lowering stigma

All of this to say, B.A.P - Wake Me Up is entirely and wholly about mental illness. It’s a music video that displays mental illnesses accurately while addressing the stigma surrounding them. It focuses on humanizing something we’ve demonized, and on showing mental illness not only in its reality, but without looking down on the people that have it. I really want people to understand this, because their message was really important

Theory: Fukurodani To Win Nationals

alternatively: this is a shounen sports manga so literally anyone could win for any reason whatsoever but a Fukurodani win would not be the worst possible choice and could in fact be an excellent choice

The tricky thing about theorizing who could win nationals is that none of the teams talk about winning nationals. It’s all about the act of going and what they will do there. Past winners aren’t even mentioned. But we’re 234 chapters into this. For the story, for the characters, and for myself as a fan, I want our current teams to get what they want and deserve, but I want them to aspire for more in the future. Or as Coach Nekomata says in ch.96:

[Note: I’m sorry not sorry for this monstrosity of a post. This is by no means a definitive edition. Beware that below the cut is image heavy and full of spoilers.]


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The Long Road

The path to being an exceptional writer is long. The road is marked with goatheads and brambles, and other times there are small stretches of gold bricks. The long road is not necessarily measured in time, but it can be. It can be time. It can be effort. It can be in written words.

But in the end, it’s a long road.

Lately I’ve been thinking of that long road. It’s difficult to move from a beginning writer to a good writer, but the work is even greater and harder to move from a good writer to an exceptional one. It can take blood, sweat, tears, and more than that.

I do a lot of editing, and in the process, I find myself reflecting on the magnitude of such a feat… . so many writers who have worked hard to get where they are, and they still have a long way to go. I’ve edited manuscripts from military professionals, people who work for NASA, university professors, and employees in Hollywood, and do you want to know a secret?

We all start at the beginning.

Even those who may have a natural talent have to work their butts off to refine, control, and shape that talent. But after five years of working in this industry, I’m not really sure how much I believe in “natural talent” anymore. There is ambition and there is effort.

When you start taking writing seriously and start getting feedback from others, it’s often done in a critique group or a workshop. In college, everyone took what they wrote and brought it to class and the rest of the time was spent critiquing the work. In such a setting, the leader, or usually in my case the teacher, emphasized the need to divorce the story from the person who wrote it. We are critiquing the story, not the writer. This has several benefits. It encourages us to look at the story objectively. It makes the negative criticism easier to bear–it’s nothing personal, it’s just the story we’re talking about. It forces the writer to consider how their writing may be received from people who don’t know them.

But there is at least one potential negative side effect: we focus on the story getting better, instead of the writer getting better.

Focusing on you, the writer, getting better does amazing things. A good story doesn’t “just happen”–it’s intentional. You consistently become a powerful writer when you know what you are doing, and you can see what to edit.

In some critique circles I’ve seen, people write the story and expect everyone else to tell them what’s wrong with it and how to fix it. But the better you become as a writer, the better your stories will be.

Some stories can only get so great, without having to do such a big re-haul that it’s really a new story. But writers don’t have a cap. They can always get better. Maybe the question isn’t just “How do I make this book better?” but also, “How do I become a better writer?”

Changing your focus also takes some of the pressure off the story. It’s a stepping stone for you to become better. It’s working for you. You aren’t working for it.

A good story is a good story. But a good writer can write hundreds of good stories and can do it consistently. Once one story is completed, she can move onto the next.

There are perks along the long road. There are kind words, successes, moments where the planets seem to align, and there is good news, but unless you focus and learn to enjoy your own personal journey and growth–not just the story’s–you’ll cap out, voluntarily but unknowingly.

So be patient. It’s a long road. Learn to love the journey. Have ambition. Exercise effort. As I’ve said before, the trick is not to quit.

Toward a New Type 2 Diabetes Drug

Researchers have identified a new drug that protects mice from high fat-induced diabetes and reverses disease symptoms in diabetic mice. This discovery sets the stage for someday testing the same approach in people.

The study, published March 27 in Nature Chemical Biology, was led by Stephanie Stanford, PhD, Nunzio Bottini, MD, PhD, and their teams at UC San Diego School of Medicine and La Jolla Institute for Allergy and Immunology, in collaboration with Anthony Pinkerton, PhD, and his team at Sanford Burnham Prebys Medical Discovery Institute.

Stanford explains:

“People with an over-active version of an enzyme called LMPTP are more likely to develop metabolic syndrome, a precursor to type 2 diabetes. We discovered that LMPTP promotes insulin resistance — an underlying cause of type 2 diabetes — during obesity.

“We thought that inhibiting LMPTP might treat the disease. To test this idea, we developed a new oral drug that inhibits LMPTP and tested it in mice. We found that the drug activates insulin receptors in obese mice. The drug also reverses diabetes in these mice without any overt negative side effects. The drug works because it sensitizes cells to insulin stimulation, lowering insulin resistance and restoring glucose tolerance.

We are currently looking for options to move this compound forward to preclinical safety and toxicity studies. Our long-term goal is to advance this LMPTP inhibitor to clinical trials in people.”

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Nervous

Summary: In which you’re nervous and Bucky is there to help you calm down.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 993

A/N: For @avengerstories , it was so weird not having you edit this but I wrote it last night for you and wanted it to be a surprise.

Originally posted by hurtbymanyblogs

Bucky is calling your name but you can’t move. Fear and anxiety prevent you from doing so.

“Y/N, where are you?”

You press your body further against the wall, unintentionally knocking over a shoebox in the process. As it falls with a loud thud, you close your eyes and cross your fingers. Hopefully Bucky was too far away to hear that. Seconds tick by without any sign of him and you think that you’re in the clear. Just as this thought crosses your mind, the door in front of you is pulled open, bathing you in an unwanted stream of light.

“Doll, why are you in the closet?”

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Nine

(This is hardcore angst. I See Dead People and Papa Stilinksi Not Handling Things The Right Way and Post Nogitsune and pre-Sterek angst. )

Not for the first time, Stiles wonders if he’s already dead.

To start with, it hasn’t been just one night, or a few days, or even a week; it’s been months since Stiles has slept like a normal human being. That fact alone has his mind wandering into ‘purgatory’ and 'maybe this is hell’ areas.

Because it’s 6AM on a school night, three days before Halloween, and he’s looking up the average amount of sleep a human needs to survive. What Stiles is finding is a whole slew of negative side effects from not sleeping that he’s pretty sure he’s already experienced, starting a few weeks ago. Twitchiness? Check. Irritability, slurred speech, blurred vision, memory loss, inability to concentrate, episodes of confusion, hallucinations, nausea, impotence, psychosis, and death?

Uuhh.

Well, at least the jury’s still out on that last one.

“You should get ready for school now,” Allison says, and yeah, that’s one of the symptoms talking to him. “It’s nearly seven.”

“I’m not going, anyway, so you can shut up,” he replies without turning around. Something about Allison being in his bed makes him feel sick. Just the thought of her sitting crossed legged and smiling softly at him like he didn’t just kill her months ago makes him queasy. She’d never sit on his bed like that if she were alive, but maybe that’s the point. Maybe she does it to make him feel uncomfortable, while reminding him about stupid shit like school.

He likes his other hallucinations better, they come with less nauseating guilt.

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anonymous asked:

hi have u ever been on biologics and if u have what was it like?? im probably going 2 have to start on one soon

Hey!

I have never been on a biologic, though I may eventually start one. My doctor has me on methotrexate right now. My mom has been on Humira and my aunt has been on Enbrel. Both of them experienced very negative side effects with it and made the decision to stop them. However, I have a friend who takes Humira for RA and it’s a lifesaver for her.

Every person reacts differently to medication and unfortunately there’s really no way to know what’s going to happen until you’re on it. I wish you the best, and hope that you find a treatment that works for you. <3

    Have you noticed the strong divide
        in the Fire Emblem community?

                    We sure have.

This is a blog that serves as a hub for fans and a masterlist for roleplayers of the older Fire Emblem games and advocates for newer fans to try them out, in order to unite the community!

While it’s a wonderful thing that Fire Emblem: Awakening and Fire Emblem: Fates have introduced thousands more people to the series, it unfortunately had the negative side effect of people only playing the 3DS games, willingly or not. Many new fans aren’t realizing that there are entire stories, characters, and gameplay experiences that they’re just missing out on- and that’s what this blog is here for!

This blog will include:

  • Introductory pages for each of the Fire Emblem games in the series, from FE1 to FE12.
  • Roleplay masterlists for every continent from Archanea to Tellius to help roleplayers find each other.
  • Community outreach to newer fans of the series with informative posts designed to introduce newer players to the older Fire Emblem games.
  • Appreciation posts, analyses, fanart and more for your favorite characters that anyone can offer to contribute.
  • A Discord server to discuss the older Fire Emblem games as much as you’d like.
  • Resources and gameplay guides to help you along your journey.

Please reblog this post so that we can bring the Fire Emblem community together. And if you haven’t played the older Fire Emblem games yet- there’s no time like the present to start now!

art credit: hakuramen

@frahnkocean that’s EXACTLY what it is. These blogs make kids feel hopeless about bettering themselves and instead decides to embrace the negative side effects and encourage them to act like monsters. It’s not good and clearly has effects on some of these kids on this site

anonymous asked:

Or you know, I recognize the various economic benefits legalization would have, not to mention the fact that we wouldn't be wasting tax dollars keeping all these non violent criminals in prison--no, no, you're right, I'm a chump for thinking weed should be legalized.

You are a chump. Weed is a drug, plain and simple. An addictive and harmful one, at that. Read a fucking book or go exercise instead of melting your brain with a doobie, there are thousands of other ways to enjoy yourself. I’m not crying ‘gateway drug’, I’m taking issue with the substance itself. Economic benefit vs moral and medical deficit, legalization means normalization and that’s never going to be ok with me when it literally has negative medical side effects.

I wish you would take off anon so I could stop shitting up my blog with this.

anonymous asked:

What kind of health complications can happen on T?

Taking T is a very individual process, and the rate of changes as well as risks all depend on the person. But my T doctor did a lot of blood work to help ensure I wouldn’t be at risk for any negative side effects after taking T. 

The hormone can definitely increase blood pressure, but if it isn’t that high for you before taking T, you don’t have much to worry about. You’ll also have blood drawn every now and then to check those levels and make sure everything is staying stable. 

You’ll also want to make sure you’re eating healthy and exercising, as your appetite will most likely increase as will fat distribution. 

Those are the main concerns I had, and most of what I hear doctors advising about, but there’s definitely a lot more that goes into taking testosterone. I found a few resources for you that should be helpful in giving you a more comprehensive overview of the changes you’ll experience as well as the potential risks and things to look out for. The last link is particularly applicable to your question:

http://www.revelandriot.com/resources/trans-health/
https://apps.carleton.edu/campus/gsc/assets/hormones_FTM.pdf
http://www.ftmguide.org/ttherapybasics.html
http://www.ftmguide.org/tandhealth.html

- Connor

Studying With Draco

Can I have a one shot where Draco is all cute and needy when y/n is studying? Please thank you x

  • Warnings: Small amounts of smut
  • A/N: All characters from the potterverse belong to J.K. Rowling
  • One-shot masterlist is linked here: [X]

Your O.W.L.S were only a week away and you had never felt more under prepared for an examination in your life.  How could you have left revision so late? Across the library, you could hear Hermione perfectly reciting the five functions of bogsweed. Curse her, you thought as you looked back down at some notes about potions. You were a smart Witch for your age; you had a sharp and an intelligent mind, much better than your friends, but exams were never your forte. If only you had taken the subject “care of magical creatures”- the exams for that subject were practical.

As you fell deeper into an abyss of frustration due to none of your notes making sense, you jumped as you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Are you still here?” A familiar voice asked, sounding surprised.

“I never left.” You groaned. “Please help me Draco… I can’t remember anything. I’m going to fail,” you whined, tugging on his tie. “Pleaseee.”

Draco sighed; “I guess I can make an exception for you,” he said, planting a kiss on the top of your head as he pulled out a bench next to you. “But after, let’s go for a walk.”

“Whatever, just please help me,” you groaned whilst flopping your head dramatically onto the desk.

“Okay, read through page twelve and then get back to me.”

“Okay,” you nodded, turning your textbook to the correct page. Whilst reading half way down the page, you felt his hand brush against yours. You smiled bashfully but didn’t move your hand away. His fingers caressed your palm under the desk as he pretended he was oblivious to his actions. As you got to the end of page twelve, you realised you had taken none of the information in.

“Draco, I can’t concentrate.” You scolded, as you gave him a hard stare. His hand instantly removed itself from yours as he smirked to himself, making himself busy by reading your notes that were fanned out over the table. As you settled down to re-read the end of page twelve once more, you instantly tensed as you felt his hand again; this time it was on your thigh. It was late June and the stale castle air had turned stuffy, so you had chosen to wear a skirt today, a choice you now simultaneously regretted and thanked. He began to draw swirls on your upper thigh with his index finger and you sighed in irritation as he slowly moved his swirls in an upward direction. You began to get very flustered and Draco knew exactly what he was doing.

“You choose your times don’t you,” you whispered to him, narrowing your eyes.

“I wasn’t expecting you to look so irresistible.” He breathed in reply.

You cocked an eyebrow before pulling your skirt straight until it met with your knee, turning to give Draco a smug smile.

“Just help me understand the negative side effects of mixing fawnhide and merscale,” you pleaded as you begun to get desperate. “Then we can go for a walk.”

“Fine,” he sighed, commencing to explain the effects properly to you, stopping his previous philandering.

Once he had finished explaining, you smiled thankfully. “I think I understand now. Let’s just hope this comes up in the exams.”

“Mmm,” he agreed as he cupped your face and tenderly kissed your lips.

“Draco Malfoy!” The librarian scorned, shooting an icy glare at the both of you. “I have told you before that no frolicking is tolerated in this library.”

You blushed again as Draco rolled his eyes and collected up your notes. Once all your work was neatly under his arm, he took your hand and led you out the library. He swiftly turned left once you were out the entrance, his stride was fast as you found yourself having to jog to keep up with him. Just as you were about to question where he was taking you, not recognising this part of Hogwarts; he stopped and pushed you into an alcove in the wall. As your back hit the stone, his arms encased you and his breath was quickly upon your neck. He gently kissed your collarbone, before placing a trail of kisses up your neck, finally stopping when he reached your mouth. His hand reached your hair as he laced his fingers in it and pulled you tighter.

“I take it we’re not going for a walk then,” you managed to breath out. He laughed in reply before submerging you in another deeper kiss.

Marvel!DC, Blue Beetle edition:

-When Amparo Cardanes was young and doing anything to help herself and her sister survived, she never expected to get recruited by a governmental organization. Yet here she is, years later, as Director of SHIELD reporting to the UN World Security Council.

-Bianca Reyes had started out as a nurse who would treat anyone who needed help, even if she found them bleeding in a dumpster. Then she just kept on running into people with strange powers and more issues than a hospital has microbes.

-On the other hand, Bianca was happy to have someone to go to when her son picked up some alien goo that bonded onto him. As worried as she was, Jaime seemed to be adapting to being Toxin well enough, and without the usual negative side effects symbiotes have.

-If there’s one thing the Skrulls know, it’s that the Holy Writ has them conquering the galaxy. And infiltration is the best method to do so.

DC!Marvel:

-Claire Temple had a tendency to get in over her head, but she never expected it to blind her like that. While her career as a traditional doctor was over, as Doctor Mid Nite she could be a superhero and patch up others… as long as it was dark out.

-If there was one thing scrappy young Steve Rogers had, it was will power. He may have asthma and heart murmurs, but the ring runs on will and imagination. It’s all he needs.

-Aracely did not ask to be kidnapped, nor to get a scarab attached to her spine. But she’s making the best of it, and is glad to have Kaine by her side.

-Kaine is a grumpy man. Peter Parker’s long lost twin brother who recently ditched supervillainry swore he would use Cobalt Blue’s powers for nothing, and that he would just try to live life. But Peter’s words about great power and great responsibility, along with an inability to leave well enough alone, has landed him here.

Requested: yes 😊

From: @amisbae

Heyy, sorry this took FOREVER, i hope you enjoy it and it is completely what you wanted. I wanted to make it longer but it just didn’t end up happening 😒 Thanks so much for sending a request in :) and to everyone else who has sent one in, I’m working bottom to top so i will be getting to it eventually!

“Whoooo” the cheers from your classmates filled the gymnasium. A typical pep rally at your school. The cheerleaders were doing their routine and the band was playing the fight song. Your school is playing the biggest rival of the season and you couldn’t wait to see your boyfriend, Hayes, play. Plus its a turn on to see him after, sweaty and out of breath. As you stood in your section and continued to cheer you saw the football players enter in the side door. The crowd goes wild. The only negative side effect of dating hayes was he was wanted. By everyone. Your eyes followed him as soon as he walked in the room, you felt as though the world stopped. His smile lit up the whole room, you could see him scanning the bleachers until his eyes met with yours. A small smile tugged at your lips, he gave you a small wink and continued about the rally.

“I still cant believe you and Hayes are together” your best friend (y/f/n) whispered beside you, clapping at the time that was appropriate.
“Its still a question to me too” you admit, clapping along with her. You saw the cheerleaders getting position in the middle of the gym floor and watched all the eyes of the football team linger on them.

“Jealous already?” Nash has appeared at your side, standing a little too close. Little did you know Hayes was watching you both.

“No” you stated firmly.

“Sure babe” he leaned in letting the words tumble out, cills ran up your back. But as soon as he appeared he disappeared. When you turned to find Hayes he wouldn’t look at you, you let out a scoff an focused your attention back to the pep rally.
When it was finally over you went back to your locker to gather up your books, Hayes never came by. But who cares you think, he can be mad you didn’t nothing wrong.

“Black or Grey?” (y/f/n) stated holding up two school shirts, you thought for a second.

“Grey” at this remark she threw you the black one. “What should i do about Hayes?”
“Nothing, you didn`t do anything wrong” She admitted while putting on the great shirt over some white skinny jeans.

“Yeah but..”

“You did nothing wrong, don’t overthink it” she interrupted and you didn’t mention it again. She was right. “Alright lets go” she said and grabbed the eyes walking out the door with you at her heels.

The game was packed, students milled around and the visitors were filling up the bleachers across the field. You phone signaled a text but you knew it couldn’t be Hayes, could it? When you looked down at the glowing screen it was Nash asking if he could sit by you. You groaned and quickly sent back no. Hayes was mad as it was was making him angrier going to help this case. No. You were led to the student section by (Y/F/N), elbowing your way over to get a front row. You sat on the cool metal of the third row with her, watching intently for the team to come onto the field. But they wouldn’t be coming just yet, you still hd what? 10 minutes. You just let you eyes bore into the freshly cut green grass, following the white lines that marked it. 5 minutes left, you grabbed your phone and sent a quick good luck text to Hayes, but got no reply when the whistle blew.

The cheerleaders packed the side lines trying to get the crowds excitement up but to their prevail it was already up before they uttered out their first cheer. The crowd suddenly goes wild and you know that the football team is making their way out. You stand onto of the now warm bleacher and try to catch a glimpse of Hayes, or his number. The crowd was too dense though so you decide to just join in on the cheering.The game starts soon after and the ball cuts through the air. You weren’t to big on sports but you enjoyed watching as the game progressed.

When it was finally over you walked up to the rail and let your body press against it, your hands gripped tightly on the metal bar. You saw Hayes slowly, taking his time, walk over. It was a tradition to kiss after every home game, but instead he just walks to the big container of gatorade and grabs a cup. You stand there flabbergasted about his action, but he wouldn’t even meet your eyes.

“You still need a ride, or is that forbidden to do” you scoffed at him, you knew he heard you because he turned his back to you. You gave (Y/F/N) a quick goodbye before heading off to your car. You jumped in the drivers side and slammed the door. (Y/F/N) is bound to find a new ride, and your weren’t surprised when she sent you a text a few minutes later supporting your guess. You waited for 15 minutes, what you normally do when you give Hayes a ride, before the passenger side opened. It was Hayes. He put his sports bag in the bag and sat calmly beside you. You were both quiet for a moment. The tension was so think you thought a knife would break if it tried cutting through it.

“So did you have fun kissing Nash under the bleachers” He spoke sharply making the silence end but then lapse back into the still air. You looked at him confusion before he continued, “I saw you go under the bleachers and Nash headed that way as well..”

You cut him off “Thats what this is about?” His guilty look answered your question. “You thought id actually kiss him?!” You started to laugh at how ridiculous his claim was. “No i went and got a snack, from the snack bar? Nash bumped into me but i blew him off” he snapped, your anger flowing back. He ignored you all day because he was jealous? How highly he must think of you. You started to start the car but Hayes put his hand abruptly over yours. You gave him a displeased look but he just stared at you intently.

“Im sorry” The two words came out of his mouth and hung in the air. His hand slowly caressed your cheek and you let your eyes close. His lips suddenly grazed your own softly. You pressed your lips onto his. The kiss became heated, one of his hands on your lower back and one of yours tangled in his hair, he left out a groan. Thats when your elbow hit the car horn and a loud beep ruined the moment that had been expressed between the two of you moments before. You both let out small chuckles into both of you were laughing hard and clutching your sides. All had been forgiven, and all would be well.

Conversations with an Amethyst-fae

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I call on the spirit of an Amethyst crystal I have. I see a small humanoid figure rise from it. The effects are so strong I can nearly see it physically. This humanoid figure is made out of Amethyst crystal. It has Amethyst crystal wings which I do not know if it can use for flying or not. “I can fly,” says the spirit. It surprises me that a stone spirit has wings. “I am the crystal fae,” says the spirit. “You have been calling on fae, have you not? So I am here.”

I bow and ask the fae if we may speak about the magical properties of Amethyst. “Let us talk about our home,” says the fae, showing me the cabinet where it is kept. “This is a good place, like a cave. Only please dust it now and then. We do not like dust.” I agree to dust it today and regularly from now on. The fae settles his wings, pleased. “I am not a him,” says the fae. “This is only my appearance. I am a spirit.” I ask if it is alright to say ‘him’, and he agrees, on the condition that I am aware this is not a true statement. I ask if he is alright that I share this post publicly. He says, “I don’t see why. Everyone already knows who we are.” Yet he is not against the idea.

I read about the effects that Amethyst supposedly has. I ask if he can relieve insomnia and nightmares. “Yes,” he says. “Yet the stone itself will do little. The spirit must be called.” I ask for a charm to call the spirit of Amethyst for its use. He seems surprised but gives me one. “Amethyst, come to me, I need to sleep. Please help me sleep.” He says this is a good charm. I ask if Amethyst should be regularly cleansed energetically. “Yes,” he says. “I like the cleansing you just gave me. That was refreshing. You did a good job. Amethyst creates a protection around the head to send away nightmares. In rare circumstances we may come to fight at your side if you are having a nightmare, but you must have a deep connection with the stone for this to happen.” I ask if Amethyst can have negative side-effects, as the book I am reading claims this is impossible. “Of course,” he says. “Amethyst can make you languid, docile. There is always too much of a good thing. I should not have to tell you this.” I ask if Amethyst is well combined with Chamomile to reduce tension and stress and end depression and nervousness. He has a hard time seeing this. “Chamomile brings a sunny nature to its workings. Amethyst brings a watery, docile nature. I think the two would conflict.” I say that I believe the two have been used together with success. “I don’t know, then,” he says irritably. “Why are you asking me questions if you already know the answer?” I apologize for my rudeness and carry on.

I inquire about Amethyst’s spiritual nature. “We are a stone,” he explains. “Well attuned to the natural energies of the world, especially spiritual energies. I see that you are having trouble understanding our true nature.” I agree that I am, as I work with stones only in a limited capacity. He shows me a vision in which all things are interconnected. “Even stones may have a spiritual nature, if they are in the right alignment with the universe,” he says. “Amethyst is one such stone. Surely you believe this or else you would not use us to guard your tarot deck.” I say I did not know the stone was guarding it. “Of course. We are good guardians. Otherwise your deck would be much corrupted by now.” I ask what is corrupting my room. “You have little imps and bugs about,” he says. “This is why you feel the need to banish often.” I ask him more questions. He shows me that Amethyst guards by sending out a soldier to walk about and protect whoever needs it, or it sends out a radiating influence like an aura to keep away bad things. “If the stone is well charged it may do both, but it needs a constant source of energy for this.” I ask if two stones may be worn, one as an aura or one as a soldier. “No,” he says. “The stones will work together for the same purpose.” I ask if Amethyst is well worn with Clear Quartz to charge it. “Clear Quartz is good to wear with any stone, especially Amethyst. Clear Quartz draws in energies in a way we cannot.” I ask how bugs and parasites are getting in to my room. “You do much magic here and you took your protections down,” he says. “I do not know why you are surprised at this news.” I was under the impression that my room was over-protected, which is why I brought down the shields. “No,” says Amethyst. “It is time to put them back up.” I take a long break to return my room’s protections to normal.

I ask about Amethyst’s famed reputation as an increaser of divinatory powers. “Amethyst may attune you to the energies of earth, from which many answers may be obtained,” he says. “A small crystal may be put before your third eye, and from this prism answers may be delivered.” I see that he means not a physical crystal, but instead a small energetic crystal may be delivered after petitioning an amethyst stone to help increase divination powers. “Amethyst is not heavenly as you are thinking. It is earthen, connecting to the great goddess below the ground. That is our power.” I ask him if every object has it’s own fae. “No, most objects do not. But natural objects all have spirits. You have read this before.” I have indeed read it, although I am not sure if I had believed it. “I am the spirit of Amethyst. I grow upon it’s crystalline structure. If I am ever injured or killed, the stone will be dead.” I ask if he could be healed and what will happen to the stone. “With enough energy and care, another spirit will grow. I could be healed also.” I ask the best way to care for an Amethyst stone. “We like warm water baths, and lots of moonlight. Some sunlight is good too if we need extra energy to grow or do special tasks. That cleansing you did earlier was nice, ensure the people know about this method.”

The cleansing I performed earlier was to call energetic fire within the stone to burn away impurities, then energetic wind to blow away ashes of the impure. Energetic water was then called to fill and heal the stone. I could tell the stone really like the watery energies so I let it 'soak’ for some time, before gently calling elemental earth back to return it to it’s grounded state.

He then gave me some medical advice, which I do not feel comfortable sharing. I ask if he has any messages for the public, and he replies no; except he feels that in general Amethyst crystals need more cleansings than they usually get. I say that I am ready for our interaction to end and he returns to his stone.