for my own sake

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you have seen my question yet I know you get a lot. I have another question. I know a psychiatric service dog will help me. But I don't think my doctor will agree because he always acts like I'm over reacting when I'm not I don't know what to do.

First, this sounds like you may need a different doctor. if your doctor is not listening to you they are not the best to have around just for your own sake. 

The way I asked my doctor about it: I brought the ADA laws about service dogs, what the requirements were, and how I fit into those requirements. Then I talked through a list of tasks that a dog could do for me. When presented with the facts, my doctor was more willing to listen because she didn’t have to do her own research to see if she felt comfortable writing a letter for me. 

Good luck!

Chelsea

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It’ll all work out in the end, I won’t leave your side

  • my nemesis: i'm going to hurt you of course but first i'll go after all of your friends and--
  • me: i don't.
  • my nemesis: ...what
  • me: i don't have any of those
  • my nemesis: fr.. iends..
  • me: yeah
  • my nemesis: you don't.. have those. not even one
  • me: nope
  • my nemesis: and you aren't like.. lying. for your own/their sake
  • me: no i genuinely just don't have any and i wanted to save you the trouble of having to start the process of looking into it only to find nothing to work with, so
  • my nemesis: oh. ah. wow. that's.. polite. of you. i guess
  • me: mmhm
  • my nemesis: this is like.. seriously bumming me out right now. are you.. busy tonight? oh. fuck. obviously you aren't. sorry. i'm sorry. wasn't trying to be insensitive. god. anyway. we're.. going to go to the movies, okay? i'm not getting any satisfaction out of.. that conversation. any joy just.. whoosh. right out the window. that whole exchange just truly ruined my current state emotionally and i'm.. getting you out of the house. asap

anonymous asked:

Akaashi, please tell Futakuchi to CHILL

futakuchi has been adequately chilled… just kidding, he unplugged the fridge to get in there. akaashi has learned to keep a closer eye on him from now on

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rolled out of be looking soft as ever ✨

not for porn/bbw/appreciation blogs. gtfo.

  • what i think love sounds like: “Cold in my professions, warm in my friendships, I wish, my Dear Laurens, it might be in my power, by action rather than words, to convince you that I love you. I shall only tell you that ‘till you bade us Adieu, I hardly knew the value you had taught my heart to set upon you. Indeed, my friend, it was not well done. You know the opinion I entertain of mankind, and how much it is my desire to preserve myself free from particular attachments, and to keep my happiness independent on the caprice of others. You should not have taken advantage of my sensibility to steal into my affections without my consent. But as you have done it and as we are generally indulgent to those we love, I shall not scruple to pardon the fraud you have committed, on condition that for my sake, if not for your own, you will always continue to merit the partiality, which you have so artfully instilled into me.”
  • what lin manuel miranda apparently thinks love sounds like: my dearest, angelica

Sooo my friend @outtacommission had this great idea about Yuuri with pneumonia… I had too much fun with this, lol. I think everyone knows I’m the hurt/comfort queen. My first Yuri on Ice fic, hope it isn’t too bad!!

•••••

“Yes, Victor, I’m sure.” Yuuri said, for the final time. “It’s just a cold.” He sneezed, muffling it in the sleeve of his sweater.

“Alright,” Victor sighed, almost as if it was painful for him to say. “Only if you’re absolutely sure. Make sure you’re properly hydrated, and try to avoid being on the rink—you’ll just exacerbate your cough.” Victor insisted over the phone, voice muffled as Yuuri shifted his position on the couch, drawing the blanket closer as Makkachin settled at his feet.

“I’ll take a day off, don’t worry. Makkachin and I are just going to rest for a little bit. Be safe.” Yuuri responded, smiling to himself despite the fact that Victor couldn’t see it.

“Ah, of course. Rest easy, love.” He blew a kiss into the phone, and Yuuri rolled his eyes. Just as he was hanging up the phone, he was shaken with yet another coughing fit, hacking until he dislodged the gunk in his lungs, spitting it into a tissue with a grimace.

Maybe a little worse than a cold, if the rattling of his chest was any indication, but surely some fluids and rest would do him good.

•••••

“Are you sure you don’t need to see a doctor?” Victor asked, voice nervous.

“I’m sure.” Yuuri replied, for the thousandth time. His voice was raspy, his fever low grade. He’d sent Victor a photo of the thermometer displaying his fever a couple of hours ago, and he’d received the call about 7 am Victors time.

Victor had been out of town for about a week, now, Yuuri staying back at his apartment in Russia. He was in the states doing training camps for Yuuri’s old rink, but when he’d offered to take him, Yuui insisted that he stay back to keep on top of his own training.

It hadn’t done him much good. He’d trained for a day or two before his cold had begun acting up, and he’d been going downhill since. The absence of his fiancé was definitely taking it’s toll. Yuuri was sick and lonely.

Coughing wetly into his sleeve, Yuuri heard Victor sigh.

“Yuuri. You don’t sound well. I’m going to call a doctor.” Victor said. “Maybe I need to come home.” He said, the anxiety clear in his tone.

“No, Victor, no—” Yuuri said quickly, pausing to cough into his sleeve. “I’ll be okay. If my fever gets worse, we can call someone.” He assured.

Victor wasn’t so convinced—Yuuri’s voice was nearly gone, his breaths rattling in his chest, his fever low but enough to be a concern. He’d been getting steadily worse.

“I’m going to go take a shower and get some medicine, okay? It’s bedtime over here, anyways. I’ll call you later.
I love you.” Yuuri said, finalizing the conversation.

“Alright.” Victor finally conceded. “Text me once you’ve finished your shower and gotten back to bed. Eat something.” Victor said. “I love you too.”

•••••

When Yuuri didn’t text him and didn’t answer his call, Victor assumed he’d fallen asleep.

Yuuri’s fever had gotten progressively worse, leaving him dizzy after his shower, and all he could manage was to pull on some clothes and drag himself to bed. It was too big, too empty, and all of the sudden, he felt himself getting teary eyed.

He wanted Victor to come home. He didn’t want to be alone.

Misty eyed and overwhelmed, Yuuri began to cough again, so hard that it rattled his entire being. His throat stung, his chest ached, his breaths uneven and shaky.

Sleep claimed his with ease, quickly, drawing his fever addled mind into unconsciousness.

•••••

“Yurio, he hasn’t answered his phone since last night.” Victor said, chewing on his lip as he paced back and forth in his hotel room. “It’s 10 o'clock there, he never sleeps this late. Please—”

“If you’re so worried, check on him yourself.” Yuuri said, arms crossed over his chest from his position on the couch.

“Yurio, please. I’m serious, he’s ill and I should have sent him to the doctor sooner. He may just be asleep, but—” Victor paused. “I’ll choreograph another routine for you, I’ll do anything. Just go check on Yuuri. Please.”

The desperation in his voice was too much for Yurio to take. “Okay, fine. You owe me, Victor.” He grumbled, standing from his seat and tugging his shoes on, throwing his hood over his head. “If I get there and Katsudon is just sleeping, you’re both screwed.

His sigh audible, Victor hummed his assent. "Thank you, Yurio. Call me once you get there.”

Hanging up his phone, Yurio shoved it into his pocket, heading toward the door. Victor’s apartment was a 10 minute walk at most, and he hadn’t gone on his morning jog, anyways. At least there was something in it for him.

•••••

When Yuuri woke up, it was to an anxious voice and the rough shaking of his shoulder.

Eyelids fluttering, Yuuri struggled to get a grasp on what was going on, his vision blurry and hearing spotty as he tried to figure out the words.

“Wake up, dumbass, tell me what’s wrong!” Yuri Plisetsky was bent over the couch, his usual expression pinched and worried.

Turning on his side, Yuuri hunched over and began coughing, deep and wet, choking on fluids and struggling to breathe. It felt like something heavy was on his chest, restricting his breathing and making him dizzy. He felt like he was boiling inside of himself, his skin crawling, drenched in a cold sweat.

“You’re freaking me out!” Yurio said, shaking him again. “What’s wrong?”

Yuuri wheezed, trying to breathe in. “Just… a little s-sick…” he rasped pathetically, unable to focus on his face. “Hurts to b-breathe…” he whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut.

“You—you look blue, or something.” Yurio said. “And you’re on fire. I’m calling an ambulance.” He said, standing up and pulling out his phone, pressing in the numbers before Yuuri could even argue.

Only just able to hear Yurio’s frantic conversation over the ringing in his ears, Yuuri tried to push himself up on his arms, his entire being trembling with the effort. How had things gone downhill so quickly?

Struggling onto his elbows, he tried to ease the pressure on his lungs, gasping like a fish out of water as Yurio grabbed his sleeve and hauled him into a sitting position.

“God, Victor is going to freak out,” Yurio cursed, shaking his head. “The ambulance will be here in a minute. Just—just breathe, okay?”

The next several minutes were spent just like that, Yuuri struggling to breathe properly and Yurio sitting closer to him than he ever had before. Things had to have been bad if Yurio was still holding him up.

After that, things began to blur together.

The paramedics arrived, Yuuri was put onto a stretcher, and they took him to the ambulance. Yurio was quick on his tail, jogging to keep up and climbing into the back of the vehicle.

Sitting at Yuuri’s side, Yurio tapped his foot, unsure of what to do as the paramedics strapped a mask over his face and began getting an IV set up.

With alarm, Yurio noticed how out of it Yuuri was, his eyelids fluttering, pupils unfocused. His breathing was coming in shallow pants, his face void of color.

Dialing Victor’s number, Yurio crossed his arms and tried to keep his own breathing in check, his stomach in knots.

“Yeah, Victor? We’re… we’re going to the hospital.”

•••••

It was a handful of hours later when Victor arrived at the hospital, frazzled and exhausted and straight off of an airplane, his suitcase clutched under his arm.

A nurse was quick to direct him to Yuuri’s room, thankfully in the corner of the general care facility and not the ICU.

Victor burst in, his eyes wide and scared, to find Yuuri propped up in bed, mask hooked around his ears, his eyes half open and flickering away from the TV when the door was thrown open.

Despite the fact that he’d looked pretty okay when Victor had first come in, Yuuri’s eyes almost immediately welled up with tears. Dropping his bag, Victor ran over, wrapping Yuuri in his arms and squeezing him gently, gathering him closely and stroking his hair. “Are you alright? What have the doctors said, how are you feeling?” He asked, pulling back to gaze at his fiancé.

“I’m alright.” Yuuri said, though his voice was only just above a whisper. “They said I have pneumonia, but since Yurio took me here so quickly, some heavy antibiotics should help and they won’t have to drain my lungs.” He smiled, wobbly, at Victor, before wrapping his arms around him from the bed. “You didn’t have to come all the way back, I’m okay, now.”

Victor held Yuuri close, shaking his head as his gaze strayed to the machines in the room and the saline bag dripping into his IV. “Of course I did. I would never just leave you here alone.”

“That’s my cue to leave.” Yurio grumbled, getting up from the chair next to the bed where he’d been sitting, hands shoved into his pockets.

Victor pulled away from Yuuri, stepping aside. “Thank you, Yurio, really. If you hadn’t found him—”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” He grumbled, glaring at the ground. “You owe me even more since your dumb boyfriend traumatized me.”

“Sorry.” Yuuri said sheepishly from the bed. “Thank you, Yurio.”

Huffing, he bumped Victors arm on his way out, shutting the door behind him.

Finally, Victor returned to his previous position, sitting himself on the edge of Yuuri’s cot and adjusting the blankets. Gently lifting the mask, he pressed a quick kiss to his lips, before putting it back where it belonged. “You scared me.” He said, honestly, as he laced their fingers and ran his thumb over where the IV protruded from his hand. “I sincerely hope you haven’t been on the rink lately, but I’m not going to push. If it happens again, you will not be skating competitively again, understand?”

Yuuri nodded quickly, nervously. “O-of course. Yes.”

Victor sighed, smiling. “Alright then. What are we watching?” He asked, shrugging off his coat and sitting against the pillows, opening his arms for Yuuri to snuggle up. He responded eagerly, settling into Victor’s side and resting his head against his chest.

“I’m actually not sure.” Yuuri admitted. “They put the subtitles on but I left my glasses home and can’t read them well…” he said, squinting at the screen.

“Don’t squint, that’ll just give you a headache. I can translate for you.” He said, simply. Yuuri nodded, smiling a little.

It didn’t take much of Victor’s soothing voice and the hand rubbing up and down his arm to lull Yuuri to sleep. By the time a nurse came in to check his vitals, they were both asleep, Yuuri worn down by illness and Victor from jetlag.

Despite her better judgement, she left them to rest.

I can’t help but marvel at how both Mana and Cross shaped Allen’s personality.

At first Allen was simply Red, a boy with no relations who didn’t belong to anyone and no one belonged to him. He was harsh, foul-mouthed and did his best to survive in his cruel environment.

Then came Mana who taught Allen many important things. Be patient. Talk politely. Act kind. Feel compassion for others. Forgive. He taught Allen to love others.

When Allen lost Mana, his only source of happiness Allen took these teaches to the extreme, he was always ready to sacrifice himself for other’s happiness, “love others” spiraled to martyrdom.

But then Cross took him as his Apprentice. He was nowhere near as gentle as Mana but he gave Allen important lessons too in his roundabout way. Stand up for yourself. Strike back when someone wants to take something from you. Fight for what you believe in. He taught Allen to love himself.

Hopefully Allen will take Cross’s teachings to his heart too and reach a balance where he can love himself as others so he can save himself.

How to Enchant Items

To enchant an item is to infuse it with magickal energy. This energy can come from a variety of sources, including planets, crystals, herbs, or even yourself. 

Some individuals use the words “enchant” and “charm” synonymously as a way to describe the process of infusing something with energy, but for the sake of this post and due to my own beliefs, you enchant something and it then becomes a charm. Alternately, a charm can be something with its own innate energy, like a crystal or herbal amulet. 

The process of enchanting is extremely versatile and there are many ways to do it successfully, so long as you keep your intent clear in your mind. My personal preference when it comes to enchanting items is to allow 12-24 hours (overnight or a full day) for the item to be infused with energy and become a charm - although, this is completely left up to the individual spell-caster. 

Here are a few ideas on how to enchant items, in no particular order:

  1. Surround the item with crystals of corresponding intent
  2. Surround the item with herbs of corresponding intent 
  3. Place the item in a jar filled with herbs that represent your intent
  4. Place the item in front of a candle and meditate on your intent 
  5. Anoint the item with an oil, charged water, or crystal elixir of corresponding intent 
  6. Hold the item in your hand(s) and visualize it filling with the appropriate energy 
  7. Hold the item in your hand(s) and speak your intent aloud
  8. Craft a sigil or symbol to keep near the item in an envelope or sachet
  9. Sew, stitch, or carve a sigil into the item (thanks @stormbornwitch !) 
  10. Write your intention on paper and keep in an envelope with the item 
  11. Pair the item with a corresponding runestone or tarot / oracle card in an envelope 
  12. Take the item and put it in a box with other items that represent your intent such as crystals, herbs, talismans, amulets, etc. 
  13. Bury the item in soil with herbs and/or crystals that match your intent (please don’t put salt on your lawn though, unless you want dead grass)
  14. Pass the item through incense smoke that matches your intent 

edited on 5-30-2016

anonymous asked:

Out of interest, when will anon be re-enabled back on nochocolate? I have a bunch of theories I want to ask about, but my anxiety wants to tear my throat out of my spine whenever I dare ask stuff off anon because I don't want to mess it up . . .

Unfortunately anon will not be enabled any time soon. Thanks to real life obligations and this caretaker project, our bandwidth is more limited than it was last year. Disabling anon is the best way to control the number of new asks we receive while we continue to work on the backlog. If you are still nervous about sending asks, I recommend creating a sideblog to send a private IM to myself, @mod-ellipsis. I can answer questions privately there, and I promise that I don’t bite!