this is a good way to get an infection

I ship Lucien with happiness

I don’t care if Elucien or Elzien is canon. So long as Lucien doesn’t get the short end of the stick again. He’s literally everybody’s scapegoat. Need to send a rejection letter to a sociopathic sadist with a superiority complex? Send Lucien! Need to threaten someone to get a mortal girl to cooperate? Lucien, you’re up. How about we spice up this contest with a sacrifice? Lucien looks available. Oh and how are those unhealed whip lashes treating you? Infected? That’s nice. God, you know what would piss of Tamlin enough to throw a violent fit? Flirting with an unsuspecting Lucien sounds good. Oh, and I don’t feel like doing the rite without Feyre. Lucien why don’t you go let the creepy rapist have her way with you? Tears turn her on anyway. Also, have a mate. She’s sweet, beautiful and gone. Literally. She’s gone. It’s okay though, now she won’t remind you painfully of your brutally murdered first love.

Lucien needs a break. A long one.

When a bad guest leaves

Sometimes, as much as we try to be polite, we can’t help but be relieved to see people leave after an extended stay. Maybe they overstayed their welcome, or were more of a nuisance than you anticipated when you offered the invitation. But now they’re gone, and the cleansing and banishing can begin!

Cleanse your space

An annoying guess can leave your house in physical and emotional turmoil. Wash sheets and tidy up the space they stayed in for sanitary purposes, but also to banish the negative energy they brought with them. Once you’ve finished cleaning, take a broom and sweep all the negativity out the front door.

Cleanse yourself

Bad guests are stressful. Your guest may be gone, but the stress that’s piled up during their stay is still present. Calming bath helps physically relax while also soaking away any negativity that clung to you while you were cleaning. Finish the bath off with an exfoliating body scrub to wash the ick away, and lotion as a physical protective ward (and necessary hydration!).

Practice grounding

Having visitors can be limiting, and it’s likely some aspect of your daily routine has been interrupted during their stay. Now is the time to reclaim things and make your space feel like home again. Once your decor is as it should be and secret notebooks are out of hiding, light some incense or candles to help give the area an emotional reset. Hearty, filling meals (like things containing root vegetables) help provide emotional grounding.

Set up wards

This isn’t a necessary step, but it’s a good added precaution. When you get sick you become more susceptible to other infections, and the same can happen with spaces filled with negativity. Setting up a few wards can help to repel any other gunk that ends up being drawn your way. Because the issue is someone who brought negativity into your home, the best placement for wards would likely be your overall home or property, the room they stayed in, and where they slept. The type of ward varies by personal preference and the issues brought on by their presence.

anonymous asked:

I trust nobody who says queer is a slur or says not to use it. They sound like a Terf and i dont fuck with terfs. And at the very least are adopting terf rhetoric and being willfully ignorant. Its always cis gay people saying this stuff too

A lot of people on tumblr are probably too young to remember this but every time I see arguments against the word queer I’m always reminded to back in the early 2000s when the most common slur used against us was not queer but gay.

This was SUCH a major problem and the use of gay as a slur was so widespread that there was an entire campaign made to get people to stop using it as a slur—celebrities who used gay as a slur got major backlash and had to go on Late Night shows to apologize, there were commercials on tv, posters in schools, a whole thing made specifically to get people to stop using gay as a slur.

Through alllll of that though? Literally I never heard a single person suggest that gay people should stop calling themselves gay. Never was it suggested that people should censor the word gay. Never was it suggested that people should stop using the word gay except to stop using it in a negative manner or as an insult. The onus on gay no longer being used as a slur was completely on the people who were using it as a slur, gay people were never painted as the ones who needed to change because it was clear that they were not the ones doing something wrong, and that campaigning? It worked. There are still people out there who use gay as a negative word, don’t get me wrong, but it’s certainly not as widespread now as it was then and the awareness campaign probably had a lot to do with that.  

And it just continues to strike me as totally odd that the debate over the term queer is happening on a total opposite level—the answer people have to queer being used as a slur is not to get people to stop using it as a slur but to apparently censor and punish queer people for being queer. The onus on change happening is not being put on the people who are doing something wrong (i.e. people who use queer as a slur) but on people who aren’t.

(Meanwhile, however, these people totally forget that not that long ago gay was being thrown around as the slur of choice, that many people have the same negative connotations with the word gay that they do with the word queer, and yet you KNOW that if anyone ever asked people to tag the ‘g slur’ that they would be going off in a hot minute and talking about how unfair that would be)

And to stop going off and actually finally reply to your message: queer IS a slur but it is not ONLY a slur. It has, on a large level, been reclaimed through many painful years. That doesn’t mean that EVERYONE has to reclaim it if they don’t want to or that people aren’t allowed to be uncomfortable with it being applied to them (because you don’t have to and you can be) but you cannot pretend that queer is, only ever has been, and only ever will be a slur and you cannot pretend that the work that queer people have put into reclaiming it and making a positive out of it did not happen because it did and it’s disrespectful as fuck to pretend otherwise.

And, yeah, a lot of the argument over the word queer—as well as so much of the 'disk horse’ quite frankly—is TERF rhetoric. That doesn’t mean that everyone who perpetuates this argument is a TERF (because they’re not) but r*dfem ideology is an honest to god poison that has infected tumblr and so many people who have consumed it don’t even realize it. They get fed this shit, they believe it because the people who feed it to them are very good at wording their shit in a way that makes sense to people who don’t know any better, and then they repeat it not realizing what the root of it is.

Anyway, here is an additional link to a decent post to read about the word queer if anyone is interested and I want to make it clear that while I won’t use queer as an umbrella term for the entire LGBTQIA+ community (because I respect how people identify and do not identify) and I tag all posts as #queer, I am not going to stop using the term entirely, I’m not going to stop making posts directed at/for queer people, and I’m not going to censor the word. It’s totally valid for people to be uncomfortable being called queer because they have negative connotations with the word but it’s important for people to realize that they’re experiences are not everyone’s and that just because something makes you uncomfortable does not mean that that something should not exist.

The answer to gay being used as a slur was not to punish gay people or to make them stop being gay and the answer to queer being used as a slur is not to punish queer people and make them stop being queer because someone being queer—using the word queer for themself, identifying with it, and finding positivity in it—is not a bad thing and treating like it is is to be ignorant of LGBTQIA+ history and to be callous towards other LGBTQIA+ people who identify as queer and who are not even remotely affecting you (much less harming you) by doing so.

Blame It On The Alcohol

Pairing/Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings:
angst, jealous!Bucky (lmao bitch u know what’s comin next), SMUT, unprotected sexy time (donut be silly, wrap that willy u kno)
Summary:
Bucky gives into his jealousy and confesses his love for you
Word Count:  
1.9k+
A/N:
Part 2 of Tequila Works Wonders!!!!! I’d like to thank the Steve to my Bucky, @sickplanets for giving me the idea for the smut! Thanks you homo, all the homoeroticas for you from me :*

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anonymous asked:

I wish the erins had used rabies as a plot point sometime in the series

YEAH! that would be cool to see, especially because there’s no cure. just imagine like a patrol coming back from a fight with a fox and one of the warriors carries an infected bite. it doesn’t happen automatically but over a few months the warrior becomes more aggressive, starts experiencing seizures and memory loss, attacking and infecting several of their clanmates. rabies can even be spread through saliva, so if a cat were to share tongues or share prey with an infected cat it would spread. 

it would be a good way to get rid of a lot of characters lol 

Can you develop an STD without catching it from someone else?

Someone asked us: 

Can you develop a std/sti without “catching” it, or having it passed down?

No, you can’t get an STD without catching it from someone. STDs are communicable infections. That’s a fancy way of saying they’re spread from one person to another, kind of like a cold.

Sex — including vaginal, anal, and oral sex  — is the main way STDs travel from one person to another. That’s why using condoms and dental dams every time you have sex is a good idea. These barriers literally block germs from getting through.

But some STDs can be spread other ways, too. For example, HIV and Hepatitis B can both be spread from one person to another by sharing needles. HIV can also be spread to a baby during pregnancy, birth, or breastfeeding. Scabies and public lice can be passed from one person to another from non-sexual behavior too, like sharing a towel or bed sheets with someone who has it. 

Sex isn’t the only way STDs happen, but all STDs are passed from one person to another somehow. They don’t just pop up out of nowhere. 

-Emily at Planned Parenthood

You Aren’t as Smart as You Seem, Are You?

Request: How about Harry hook x reader where you get hurt in the sword fight during its going down and at first he’s really angry but then he calms down and helps you (and if possible could you make the reader either male or gender neutral)

Warnings: Injury, swearing

A/N: I did my best to make it gender neutral, so I left it with mostly ‘you’. Hopefully, I did your request justice!

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You stood on the deck with all the others, trying to stay more towards the back since this was your first official fight. You’ve done a lot of training leading up to this, but now that you were in the actual fight…it wasn’t quite like you imagined.

Looking around, your eyes wandered over to Harry Hook, who you wouldn’t admit you were kinda starting to crush on, but in your mind, he had a crush on Uma. You couldn’t blame the guy, Uma had it all: brains, beauty, brawns, power…she had it all. You were just the child of [insert here] and really had no special skills. Well, you were extremely intelligent. No doubt about that.

As your mind drifted, you didn’t quite notice when Jay approached you until you were suddenly sword to sword with the son of Jafar. The sudden attack threw you off your feet, causing you to trip over a rope and get cut on the chest by the tip of Jay’s sword, which caused you to yelp in shock.

Once you hit the ground, all other sounds went away except for a ringing sensation in your ears, your eyesight became blurred, and after blinking for a bit your senses started returning back to you, and looking around you could see a very obviously pissed off Harry Hook angrily fighting Jay, Harry getting a few good cuts in before Jay ended up throwing Harry’s hook into the water which caused him to dive in after it.

Hook, seriously? You thought to yourself as you forced yourself off the ground and went to pick up your sword, gasping as a sharp pain went through your chest and you looked down, suddenly realizing about the cut. Adrenaline had been coursing through your veins so the pain really wasn’t there until right now as the fight was dying down, and you made your way over to the dock, meeting Hook half way and gasping as he pulled you into a rather tight hug.

“I can’t believe that son of a bitch hurt you like that…I swear, [Y/N], I’ll kill him next time I see him. I’ll hook him just for you,” Harry said, still fuming and you took a step back and raised an eyebrow at him. You figured he’d get this worked up if someone hurt Uma, but you? No way.

“Hook, chill. I’m fine…yeah it hurts, but it’s not very deep, really. It’ll just leave a nasty scar,” You assured him, watching as basically he ignored you and pulled you off the boat and into Ursula’s restaurant and up the stairs to Uma’s room, sitting you down and going to get a first aid kit. “Harry, really,” You groaned.

“Don’t argue with me. It could get infected…you’re no good to anyone if you’re out with an infection.” Harry said, handing you a rag that was wet with disinfectant, and you raised an eyebrow, but began to clean the cut through the new hole in your shirt.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” You asked curiously, turning your attention back to Harry fully when he laughed.

“You really aren’t as smart as you seem, are you, [Y/N]?” He said in that sultry voice that made you begin to develop feelings for him, and an involuntary shudder went down your spine, looking at him as he took your chin in his hand, pressing his lips to yours. He was no Prince Charming, but he showed he cared in his own special way.

You know my favorite thing about Lois and Clark’s relationship in Smallville is how Clark is always investigating something to like save people and what not. And he tries to not involve people because it will put them at risk, etc.

But Lois always shows up along the way with the same, or more information than him.

This happens from the very beginning. They are both trying to find out who killed Chloe, and Clark finds out where she is and goes to face that guy who can turn himself to metal. And Lois shows up, and Clark is all, “How did you get here?”

And then when the cheerleaders spike the football player’s punch with a love potion, and Chloe is infected. Clark tells Lois about it, and she’s like, “Good job. Now do you want to know what they are using?”

And it just sort of continues for years, and it surprises them here and there. But they finally just learn to accept it. Like when Clark is in the ring to fight Titan, and they throw Lois in there first. And both of them are basically like, “of course you’re here.”

It’s just so cute. Clark starting at the planet, and them becoming partners was just so natural at that point, because they’d been basically working together for years without even realizing.

For You, A House of Cards

Originally posted by minyoongiaesthetic

It was 5:30 AM. A loud crack of thunder had woken you up.

You didn’t jump awake but a tiny nervousness began to build inside your stomach. It had been meaning to rain for a few days now. The thunder rolled for hours each day but eventually it calmed and now, during your sleep, it decided to come back roaring.

Within seconds lighting flashed across the sky and the rain began to pour. You watched through the blinds for a moment and then rolled around in bed wondering how it was possible for him to stay asleep.

He wasn’t.

Yoongi wasn’t even in bed. You yawned and got up, then turned on the flashlight from your phone to walk through the dark house in search of him.

Now you were really scared because if the thunder were to crack suddenly and loudly again, it would most likely take you by surprise.

As you walked down the stairs, the lightning provided some creepy visibility to the house. You just hoped that the thunder would remain quiet for just a moment. Until you could find him.

He was in the kitchen, hovering over the counter and making coffee. He saw you come in and your eyes met.

“I was making tea so in case you woke up. It should calm down your nerves.” He took a sip from his mug. It probably cost ten dollars more than you would have paid for.

“I’m not scared, the storm just woke me up. I never heard thunder so loud before.”

Suddenly the thunder and lighting roared through the sky again simultaneously, making you take quick steps towards him but you didn’t touch him as you looked towards the windows much too large for your liking.

You didn’t want to be too clingy and lose your dignity. 

Instead, he pulled you towards him as he turned his attention back towards the brewing tea but he lazily wrapped your arms around him.

“I’m not scared.” You repeated, hugging him from behind.

“The entire day you were nervous about the thunder. Now it really hits and you don’t want to admit that you’re scared? I kind of wanted to hold you until you weren’t scared anymore.” He surprisingly admitted.

“I’m scared Yoongi.” You said quietly.

He took your hand and pulled you back upstairs towards the bedroom.

You tucked yourself into him and he kissed your forehead, letting his arm serve as your pillow.

“Go to sleep. This is just one of many storms we’ll have to go through.” He said, taking a deep breath.

You held onto his hand and closed your eyes. It felt so good being in his arms.

 There was something crazy about feeling this happy. Especially since this wasn’t your house, your room, your bed…or his.

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Humans are weird #4 (Assimilation)

You won’t remember this younglings, but there once a time when we had our own culture. Back before we met the humans *spits*.

We didn’t care about ‘fashion’, or ‘adventure’ or ‘games’. We behaved as a good society should. Our roles were assigned to us at birth and we did that one role, and one role only, for all of our lives. I may not have known how to mine, but I could account better than anyone. Because of the humans, today I would be called 'taxman’, a derisive term for sure. To account is a hard earned skill.

No-one had less than they needed. Sure, some had more than others, but a skilled Accounter is hard to find. Hundreds of miners were born and died every hour back then. Why should someone so easily replaced get more than someone hard to replace?

But then we met the humans. They were an oddity, and if I had my way, they would’ve become nothing more than pets or livestock. But no, they were 'sentient’ creatures, deserving of respect. *spits*.

We made trade agreements with them, and their insipid ways started to infect our people. We started to dress in ridiculously coloured…plumage, that had no relevance to our roles. Instead of devoting our lives to the good of us all, we started taking *shivers* holidays. Now, we don’t even get assigned roles, we 'choose’. Bah, how can you choose a role if you’ve never been taught it? Besides, it also means we waste years of training time and no-one is as good at their job as they should be.

Worst of all? The human’s. Constant. Rutting. They are like animals in a constant state of heat. Most of the time, they don’t even have the decency to create a youngling. At least there would be some benefit that way, but no. They do it because it’s 'fun’.

That would’ve been…manageable, but curse the fronk of the scientist who discovered our species are genetically compatible. Once we were pure and had our own culture, but now, everything’s been diluted and infected by the humans. Even our blood.

working thru the pain in your soul is not different from getting bits of broken glass stuck in your skin. first you gotta acknowledge that the wound is there. you can clean up the blood, put a band-aid on it, and think you’re good to go but that can only last so long. the tiny pieces of glass are still stuck in you. and if you ignore it, the wound is going to get infected and it’s going to bring about pain that was not a part of the initial wound. you gotta look at it and you’ve gotta find the bits of glass, even tho it’s difficult, and you’ve gotta get those pieces of glass out, even tho it’s painful. initial pain is not the only pain. it continues. healing is not only feeling good. healing is rollercoaster. it’s pushing yourself to see the things that you don’t want to see. to feel. to really feel. to hurt in a way that is eventually going to set you free. and then you gotta be tender and good to your wound and to your self. take care of it. 

Dear Rika Sympathizers #2

And regarding V… I felt really awkward getting his good ending. Idk, something is off with him. He’s bad too. He hurted Rika. And the way he talked to her sometimes was…. yeah wow you won’t make her feel better you know ? He somehow abused of Rika’s love and I’m sorry but it’s like insidious poison, even if the person who’s infected doesn’t say she’s against it (because obviously she isn’t aware of it), it’s against her free will. V abused Rika in a moral way. In my way of thinking, V’s actions were nearly as bad as Rika’s. And V’s appologize made me awkward to, I know he was desesperate to fix things but it didn’t feel right. Idk.

This is something I’ve just read, and I’m fuming again. - I could’ve just reblogged it, but I don’t want to start a witch hunt on this right now… 

But… 

Excuse me??? 

He’s bad too. He hurted Rika. And the way he talked to her sometimes was…. yeah wow you won’t make her feel better you know ?

The point of this Route wasn’t to make an abuser feel better, the point was to make V feel better. To make him become more honest and fyi, honesty isn’t beautiful sometimes. Honesty can hurt. He has never said a bad word about her. He respected her until the end? He was simply honest and made a cut he should’ve made years ago?

Can you make up your mind? 

  • “I don’t like V because he’s been lying the whole time.” 
  • “I don’t like V because he’s been honest in his route.” 

Pick one, god damn it. 

He somehow abused of Rika’s love

What love are we talking about right now? There was no love. Both of them were obsessed with each other. Rika obsessed over V just as much as V over Rika. 
Was V or Rika the one who said they love the other one so much, they’d even stay if they were blinded or tortured? 
Are we playing the same game? 

V’s actions were nearly as bad as Rika’s.

Excuse me #2???? 
Making a mistake in your first relationship is nearly as bad as blinding, drugging and stabbing the one you “love”? 
Nearly as bad as manipulating, drugging, brainwashing and abusing a child who has up to that point, never done anything wrong in his entire life? A child that didn’t even know other children weren’t treated like dogs by their parents? 
Nearly as bad as drugging god knows how many innocent people and literally making them your slaves? 

Are you fucking trying to troll or are you seriously this stupid? Like even an 8 year old will tell you those two aren’t to compare. 

I know he was desesperate to fix things but it didn’t feel right

Make up your god damn mind. What the fuck is he supposed to do? Just let everything go the way it is? Let Rika continue destroying innocent lives? Keep lying to everyone, including himself? 
He’s actively trying to make a change? He’s active trying to fix the mess he made? He DOES fix the mess he made. What the fuck isn’t right about that?????? 

take off your shoes, come in the room (and baby, let’s try not to argue)

part 2 of i’m in love with a girl i hate (she enjoys, pointing out every bad thing about me) AKA drama club AU part 1 is here!! yeah i know i said that i’d only start writing during the weekend but here i am, several days early,, it’s scary the things validation makes me do

JAKE’S HOUSE, 1455 HOURS, PACING BACK AND FORTH IN FRONT OF THE FRONT DOOR ANXIOUSLY

Jake’s pacing back and forth in front of the front door anxiously- they’ve agreed on meeting today, for the first time, and Amy’s supposed to reach at three in the afternoon.

To say Jake feels nervous would be the understatement of the century. The moment he got home, he took a shower, using all the fancy soaps they had, which means he combined Fresh And Flirty Rose! with (an extremely old) Head To Toes Babies. He also put on some suspicious looking cologne that might’ve been left behind by one of his mom’s exes.

Not that he’s trying to impress Amy, or anything, but if he were to smell bad he wouldn’t be able to blame it on some other dude’s B.O. or the stank-iness of the room in general. And he doesn’t want Amy telling the whole world that he reeks, right?

After his long shower, Jake stretched out on his bed, leaving the door open so he could hear Amy ring the door bell.

But then a thought occurred to him- what if she doesn’t notice the doorbell, and chooses to knock on the door, but he’s too far away to hear? Does their doorbell even work anymore? Do they even have a doorbell?

He raced out of his room to check, (and after conducting five tests) relieved to know it worked, but he still couldn’t quite quell the bundle of nerves that refused to stop making his heart jump.

Perhaps it was best for him to wait at the front door until Amy arrived, the clock and door taking turns to be the subject of Jake’s glares.

This brings us to Jake’s current state- he’s been ambling back and forth for close to ten minutes now, and Amy should be here soon.

Unless she’s late- which Jake doesn’t expect her to be because Amy’s never late, but at the same time, their meeting is unofficial and could be something she doesn’t care about being punctual for, right?

But then- what if she’s early? A possibility that dwindles with each passing second, yet something Jake can’t help but think about because the alternative would be to think about how crazy this arrangement is.

Because it is crazy! Amy’s literally coming over to his (empty) house so they can practice kissing. Why did he think this was a good idea? Why did he suggest this? And why did Amy Santiago, known for her rationality, agree?

At the same time, if Amy doesn’t come soon Jake might just combust, and he can’t pinpoint why. Maybe it’s a combination of fear and uncertainty and unwillingness, like something bad you want to happen quickly so you can get it over and done with, because waiting in anticipation of it feels worse than actually having to do the bad thing.

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anonymous asked:

Can I get a Valentine's Day peter Parker x reader please???

Peter Parker X Reader –  Don’t Tell

A/N – For me, this works best with Tom Holland (Avengers Spiderman) but an older version of Aunt May & Uncle Ben (like in the original trilogy.)

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Based off this imagine by @thefandomimagine


Originally posted by guywiththeguitar

High school is an unusual society where the students follow unspoken rules and the teachers let them in order to maintain an easier, quieter life. The rules are simple enough: stay within your group, don’t become the teacher’s pet, keep fights within your year, and above all, never tell on another student.

Unfortunately, that last rule came with its own consequences for you on a Friday before school let out. Toby Garfield had accidentally broken one of the windows for all the students to see but since nobody, including yourself, was willing to tell the teacher, Mr Maguire, you were blamed for being the closest to the scene of the crime. It meant that after school, you had been given glamourous job of scrubbing graffiti off the walls; you had even been given the janitor’s keys to put the cleaning supplies away afterwards.

After an hour and a half of scrubbing, you checked your watch yet again, sure that it must finally be time for you to go home. When you saw it wasn’t, you were sure time must be passing agonisingly slow just to taunt you.

“That’s it.” You growled irritably, throwing the scrubbing brush back into the bucket and inadvertently soaking yourself with water. “No more. There’s nobody here. I’m going home.”

You continued to chunter to yourself down the hallway until you reached the supply closet where you grew even more frustrated as it refused to unlock.

“OH, COME ON!” You exploded angrily.

“Hello?” A muffled voice sounded from inside the closet.

You frowned at the door, puzzled. “Hi?”

“Hey um, I’m kind of trapped in here, do you think you could let me out?”

“Oh!” You burst into action, trying again to unlock it. The door remained stubbornly shut, even when you leant against it with all your might. “Door’s jammed.” You grunted, pushing harder.

“Yeah… Flash dented the lock so I wouldn’t get out.”

“Flash? As in Flash Thompson? Why would he- Hang on, you’re not that guy are you? The one he always picks on? What was it? P- P- P- Percy? No, uh-”

“It’s Peter actually.”

“Right, Peter, sorry about that. This is (Y/N) by the way, if you know me that is.”

“Yeah, we’re in most classes together.”

“We are? My bad, I don’t pay much attention. Well, when this is over I’m gonna kill Flash. Okay, move back from the door, I have an idea.”

Peter moved as far back as he could in the tiny supply closet, waiting for your master plan. There was a loud thud against the door, followed by a pained groan.

“H-hey, are you alright?” Peter fretted.

“That was… That was a stupid plan.” You cringed. “New plan. I’m going to get some of the tools from workshop. Sit tight Peter, I’ll be right back.”

Peter sat down, leaning against the wall as he had before you came along. He debated what he’d tell Aunt May and Uncle Ben this time, after all, there would be no explaining the- Loud scraping of metal on metal interrupted his thoughts.

“You’re back.” He declared happily.

“Uh-huh.” You answered distractedly, attacking the door hinges with a screwdriver and hammer. It took just under half an hour of hacking inexpertly at the tight metal before you managed to remove the hinges completely. You grabbed the door quickly, easing it to the floor to let Peter out.

“Done.” You panted tiredly, staring at the mess you’d made.

“Thank you, I’m sorry I put you through so much trouble.”

“It’s no big deal, I’m just glad-” You turned to Peter, “Good God man.” You stated, appalled at the sight before you.

Peter’s face was covered in cuts and bruises, his left eye was swollen and purple, and there was dried blood, which had made its way from his nose to his shirt.

“Did Flash and his gang do this to you?” You whispered incredulously.

“Uh yeah, sorry.” Peter apologised, hating the worry on your face. “It’s fine really. I’m sure Flash just has his own troubles and-”

“No. This isn’t okay so don’t go acting like it is. Come on, we have to get you cleaned up before your cuts get infected or something.”


“Are you sure we should be doing this?” Peter questioned apprehensively as you tried each key on the bunch for the nurse’s office. “Isn’t this breaking the rules?”

“Peter, I just broke down a door, I think this is acceptable.” You pushed the door open. “Now sit down, I need to get a cloth.”

Peter perched on the edge of a bed while you rifled through some drawers, “Cloths are in the second drawer and saline solution is in the cupboard on your right.” he explained.

“I’m guessing you spend a lot of time in here.” You got the items, moving back to him.

“A little more than I should.”

You prepared the solution on the cloth, “This may sting a little.”

You dabbed his face gently, clearing away the blood where you could. Peter sat silently, suddenly bashful at your proximity.

“So, where do you live anyway?” You asked while you worked.

“What? Uh, w-why?”

“It’s late, I don’t want you walking home alone in the dark.”

“What about you? If you walked me home, who would walk you home?”

“Look, just tell me where you live, who knows? It may be right next to me but I won’t know until you tell me.”

“I live in Forest Hills but you don’t have to-”

“No way, I live in the street around the corner.” You lied, doing whatever it took to get Peter home.

“Really?” Peter lit up excitedly.

“Yeah, come on, I think I’ve done all I can here. I’ll lock up and we can go.”

“Uh (Y/N), what about the supply room door?”

“What the principal doesn’t know can’t hurt us, he’ll probably just assume it was just some vandal; God knows the school’s full of ‘em. Now let’s go, it’s bad enough walking through New York in the day, it’s even worse at night and I don’t know about you but I don’t have any bus money so I’d rather set off now.”


“Where could he have got to May?” Ben Parker paced restlessly around his living room, waiting for the phone to ring.

“Ben-” May started, looking through the net curtains.

“I should be out there looking for him.”

“Ben-”

“It’s been hours now.”

“Ben!” May raised her voice slightly, startling her husband. She smiled serenely, “Peter’s outside and it looks like he’s brought a friend.”

“What?” Ben joined his wife at the window. Peter’s back was facing the pair but they could just see you in front of him.

“Do you think he’s been out on a date?” May gushed ecstatically.

“Now May, it could just be a friend.”

“Either way, our little Peter hasn’t brought many people over before.”

“What do you suppose they’re talking about out there?”

“I don’t know, oh let’s invite them in, I’d love to meet Peter’s new friend.”

“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” Ben asked a little too late, May was already heading towards the door.

She threw it open enthusiastically, “Peter dear, welcome home. Come now, why don’t you introduce us to your friend?”

Peter blushed awkwardly, “A-aunt May-” he stuttered.

You looked behind Peter to see his aunt and uncle in the doorway. They motioned you inside, “Come now dear, no need to be shy.” May cooed at you.

“Sorry about this.” Peter whispered, nervous that you would hate his family and think him a loser. In truth, he loved his family more than anything so if you disliked them he knew he wouldn’t have anything to do with you from then on.

You walked past Peter to the front door, “Hello, I’m (Y/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you.” You stuck your hand out which Ben shook amiably.

“Please dear, come inside, we’d love to hear how you know our Peter.” May beamed.

“Oh, um- I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“Nonsense, it wouldn’t be a bother.”

“Uh, well I suppose, if Peter doesn’t mind.”

Peter finally joined you, “No, not at-”

His aunt gasped, “Oh my, Peter what happened to your face? It wasn’t those boys again was it?”

“Uh, no. No, it wasn’t, it was actually um-”

“No, I can tell you, I saw the whole thing.” You jumped in, saving Peter from whatever mess of an explanation he’d come up with. “Peter actually slipped on something at the top of the stairs and fell down half a flight. It was reported to the principal and I took him to the nurse’s office; it was all just a clumsy mistake.”

“Peter, you really must be more careful.” May chastised mildly. “Still, it’s good you had such a nice friend to help you. Now come on in out of the cold you two, I’ll make everyone a nice cup of tea.”

Over the next twenty minutes, you were asked all manner of questions which you answered gladly, knowing that if your family met Peter, they’d probably do the same to him. You found May and Ben to be lovely people who clearly adored their nephew. It almost made you reluctant to announce you had to leave.

“Are you sure you won’t stay for dinner?” May offered.

“No thank you, I should be getting home ASAP.”

“Where do you live dear? I wouldn’t want you walking home alone in the dark.”

“Aunt May, (Y/N) lives just around-” Peter started until you gave him a look and shook your head.

“I um, I actually live in the city, but if I start walking now I can be home in an hour or two.”

“Peter,” Ben scolded, “you let (Y/N) come with you all this way even though (s)he lives in the city. How could you be so irresponsible?”

“It’s alright, really. Peter didn’t know where I lived, I didn’t tell him.” You explained. “It was nice meeting you both, I hope I’ll get to again. See you later Peter.” You got up to leave.

“Hey now, it wouldn’t be right to let you go out alone in the pitch black. What kind of person would I be if I allowed you to do that? Come with me and we’ll go in the car.”

“But-”

“No buts, come on now.”

You knew there was no way you would win the argument against Ben Parker; he was the very image of how a guardian should behave. You followed him out of the house apologising for the inconvenience.

When the car pulled away, May turned to Peter, gushing, “(S)he is a lovely one, that (Y/N). You should ask him/her out before someone else does.”

“Aunt May-” Peter blushed.

“Now, now, I saw the way you looked at (Y/N), it’s the same way your father looked at your mother when they first met.”

“(Y/N)’s just a friend.”

“For now maybe but that can change quite easily.”

Peter shuffled awkwardly on the sofa.

“Alright.” May relented. “I’ll drop it for now but we both know I’m right.”

She walked away, leaving Peter to his thoughts. You were one of the first people to really acknowledge him in school and you’d met his family all in one day, how could he not have a crush on you? Despite that, he was sure you were just being polite and that everything would go back to normal on Monday because who would admit to liking him in front of the other students?


Much to Peter’s amazement, you didn’t ignore him on the following Monday. In fact, from then on you made extra efforts to sit with him in class, work together on group projects, and even meet him when you could outside of school. Your friendship endured even when Peter started acting unusual, disappearing on occasion, and making peculiar excuses not to meet you. Although you wanted to know what was wrong with him, you stopped asking because he became fidgety and uncomfortable whenever you did. After a year as your friend, Peter decided it was finally time to ask you out; as soon as Valentine’s day rolled around he was going to visit your house, take flowers, and hope you wouldn’t reject his affections.

Peter checked himself out in the mirror. He had a million questions right now but nobody to ask them to. Was his outfit okay or would a suit be better than jeans and a t-shirt? Were the dozen red roses he was holding too much or not enough? Should he slick his hair back? How would he ask the question? Would he suddenly blurt it out in a moment of clarity or would he stand gawkily spluttering clumsy words? His multitude of questions were interrupted by the phone downstairs, he ran to get it since his Aunt and Uncle were away on a day-long date.

“Hello?” he answered.

“Peter, where are you?” You asked. “You said you were coming over to work on our Science project today or did you forget?”

Peter cursed himself silently, he’d been so busy getting ready that he’d forgotten the excuse he’d made to visit you.

“Uh… yeah. I’m on my way now, it’s just that to make our uh presentation board we’ll need tacks and I went to the store here but they don’t have any.”

“Oh, no problem, you just get over here when you can and I’ll pick up some tacks at our store.”

“Great, I’ll uh, see you soon (Y/N).”

“Okie doke, see you soon, bye.”

The phone clicked off. Peter looked at the clock on the wall, he’d have to hurry if he wanted to ask you out before your family got home. He ran upstairs, grabbing his backpack. There was only one thing that would get him to your place in good time; for this job, he would have to be Spiderman.


You threw the tacks in your bag on the way back home from the store, absentmindedly taking the shortcut through the back allies to your apartment block as you always did when it was cold.

“That sure is a nice lookin’ bag you got there.” A lanky man in a cut off denim vest and jeans croaked.

“Excuse me?” You turned to face the man.

“I’ll bet it’s worth a pretty penny or two.”

“W-What do you want?” You demanded shakily.

“That depends really don’t it. How much do you have?”

He pulled a switchblade out, grinning maliciously. You took a few steps backwards, keeping an eye on him until two meaty arms wrapped around your chest.

You screamed and bucked, craning your neck to see your attacker, another man who was clearly in league with the first, sneered as you writhed against him. The first man came closer, swaying his knife around, “I think this is going to be a fun day.”

“Wait.” You shrieked. “I’ll give you everything I have. Please, you don’t have to do this.”

“Have to? No. But I do want to, I like hearing people scream.”

“Wow.” Sarcastic clapping brought everyone’s attention to the vigilante Spiderman, who was stood only a few feet away. “Real great show everybody but it won’t make it to stage if someone dies in the first scene.”

“What the hell are you on about?” Denim jacket waved his knife in Spiderman’s direction.

“Wait! This isn’t a play rehearsal? Damn, if it was I was gonna add a scene where the two idiots got arrested and the victim goes free… Oh well, I guess I can do that anyway.”

You watched disbelievingly as the other thug let go of you, ready to go head-to-head with Spiderman. You didn’t know what to say about the scene in front of you as you stood, paralysed, watching it unfurl. It took only about two minutes for Spiderman to incapacitate the two men, leaving them stuck against the wall, presumably for the police to find.

He approached you, completely relaxed. “Are you alright? Did they hurt you?”

You swallowed thickly, your suspicions confirmed, then in a low voice you whispered, “Peter?”

Spiderman stumbled back, stunned. “Wha- Who? I don’t know any-”

“Stop. Don’t insult me like this Pe- uh Spiderman.”

You turned to leave the way you’d came but were stopped as Spiderman grabbed your wrist. “Can I… Can we talk about this?”

You hesitated before nodding uncertainly. Spiderman grabbed you around the waist tightly, using his web slingers to take off into the sky. Cold air whipped across your face as you clung tightly to him, both exhilarated and terrified until he stopped at the top of a nearby building, about 20 stories off the ground.

“How did you know?” He asked, sounding less confident than before.

“No matter how you disguise it, I know your voice by now.” You kept a safe distance from the friend you thought you knew. “How- I mean… You were always the guy who took photos but like… Were you born like this? Hell, are you even from this planet?”

“You’ve definitely been reading too much Superman.”

“Okay, drop the sarcasm mister or I’ll uh, very slowly climb down the fire escape, I guess.” You peeked over the edge of the building dubiously.

“It’s a long story with a radioactive spider and I know it’s weird but this is new to me too. Do you… do you accept me as Spiderman?”

“I don’t think I have much of a choice.” You replied sardonically, then switching to concern you asked, “Do you get hurt a lot?”

“Sometimes.”

“Is this where you’re always disappearing?”

“…Yeah.”

“Okay.” You clambered onto the fire escape.

“Wait, (Y/N) where are you going?” he asked, alarmed.

“I just need some time to figure this out because I’ve just found out my best friend is a vigilante superhero who disappears often to get into fights with strangers.”

“Hang on, please don’t be like this, I- Just stay here for two minutes, can you do that for me?”

You exhaled tiredly, rubbing your forehead, “Sure, fine, whatever.”

“Great, I’ll be right back.”

Spiderman zipped away, leaving you on the fire escape to survey the city below; it seemed peaceful to be above it all. You could almost see the advantage of having powers like Peter’s. The peace didn’t last long however as Spiderman flung himself back onto the roof, landing behind you. When you faced him, you saw that his hands were behind his back and he was shuffling nervously.

“I uh, I planned to do this properly but considering everything… here.”

He pulled a very wilted bouquet of roses from behind his back, the heads had fallen off a few and the rest had shed most of their petals from the journey up. The sight of them made you smile wearily as you took hold of them gently.

“Thank you?”

“It’s Valentine’s day.” Peter blurted.

“That it is. So, is this you asking me out?”

“Yeah. If you don’t like it though, I can try again, we could do it a different way, or-”

You put up a hand to stop Peter’s babbling, “I um, I still need to get my head around everything so I’m just going to head home now.”

“WAIT!” Peter put his hand out. “Uh… Look, I understand if you don’t want to see me again but please, I’ve gotta ask you, you won’t tell the police about this will you?”

“Excuse me?” You said, affronted by the question. “What kind of cretin do you take me for? I would never in a million years, tell the police that my boyfriend was Spiderman.”

The whites of Peter’s mask widened in surprise, “B-boyfriend.”

You grinned. “Yes, boyfriend. Now, either you give me a lift to my apartment block or I climb this fire escape. Either way, it’s an adventure.”

Peter ran over to you clumsily; he was too lost in his ecstasy to speak. Instead, he simply grabbed hold of you and vaulted confidently off the roof to take you home.

anonymous asked:

Are you taking requests? If so how about some Chocobros x diabetic reader headcannons?

A/N: I’m excited about this set of headcanons/drabbles because, well, I am a diabetic. So… self-indulgent time! :D!

Tagging some pals: @alicemoonwonderland​, @cupnoodle-queen​, @asendion-art​, @atlerion​, @sonsoflucis, @nifwrites, @louisvuittontrashbags, @hypaalicious, @stunninglyignis, @chocobruh-art and @fieryfantasy <3

Noctis: Noctis doesn’t even know that you are diabetic, because you haven’t really gathered the nerve to tell him. He’s blissfully arranged to take you out on a date to a local milk bar, where they serve amazing Altissian gelato in Insomnia. Not wanting to make Noctis feel bad, you agree to go out on your date, but you’re already dreading that irate drowsiness you know you are going to feel from the sugar high resulting from your dose of ice cream. When you arrive at the milk bar, Noctis frowns at you when you order a low-fat vanilla cup. “Hey, I’m paying, so you can order whatever you want from the window. This stuff’s actually really good- I promise!” Noctis tries to convince you, and it breaks your heart because you really want to indulge him, but you also don’t want to end up feeling really unwell for the rest of your date. Not to mention… the really frequent toilet visitations you would be looking forward to once your blood sugar was sky high.

“Noct… um, I have a confession to make-.”

Noctis sighs. “Please don’t tell me you’re on a diet, or something! You don’t need to be! You’re perfect-!”

“I’m diabetic.” You interrupt, your gaze averted. It takes a few short moments before you feel warm fingers on your chin, tilting your face up. Noctis’ midnight blue eyes gaze into your watery orbs and he presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Put that cup away, you can eat from mine then. And I’ll buy you a diet soda- how does that sound?” Noctis says softly, his tone genuine and caring.

Your heart soars, and you nod happily. “Sounds good, Noct.” You whisper happily.


Prompto: When you tell Prompto that you are diabetic, he panics a little on the inside. Is he supposed to know CPR to date you now? Is he supposed to go to medical school to learn how to take care of you? Can he take care of you? Prompto is a bit of a mess a few days after you’ve told him, and you feel like he’s going to break up with you. He’s not- I assure you. He’s just trying to figure out what he can do to keep you healthy and safe!

A week after you break the news to Prompto, he sends you a text message early in the morning just before you’re about to head to the gym. Y/N- come to the park this morning, I’ve got a surprise for you! :)

You make your way down to the park that morning, and you gasp at the picnic mat that Prompto has set up for you and himself for breakfast. Everything’s low-gi, high in fibre and naturally flavoured. He’s brought a soccer ball with him, and he’s juggling it between his feet excitedly before he gently kicks it to you.

“You up for a game with me before breakfast, Y/N?” he asks, almost shy. Heart bursting at Prompto’s ingenuity, you nod, stopping the ball with your foot and kicking it back accurately.

“Of course, Prompto. Thank you!”


Gladio: Gladio doesn’t know you are diabetic until he notices callouses on your fingers from your finger pricks. He actually thinks that you’ve picked up practicing a weapon.

“Babe, you know you don’t have to do this to yourself, right? I’ll do it for you.” Gladio sighs, bringing your fingers to his lips and kissing the callouses one by one. You tilt your head in confusion.

“What, you’ll do my blood glucose tests for me? I don’t think that will work very well, Gladio.” You giggle.

Gladio pulls away, eyebrows furrowed. “Wait,” he said, confused. “What?”

You nod, pulling your hands from his grip and cupping his face in your palms, bringing his head closer to yours so you can kiss him on the forehead. “I’m diabetic. I have to regularly check my blood sugar to make sure I’m not spiralling out of control.”

Gladio’s gaze softens, and he presses a kiss to your cheek. “Shit, I didn’t even know. Sorry. Does it hurt?” He gestures to your fingers.

You sigh and nod, “sometimes, but it’s not terrible. I’ll live.”

Gladio holds you close, and murmurs apologies, and you feel special and loved.


Ignis: When Ignis finds out you are diabetic, he devises a whole special menu for you to consume to ensure you are still having tasty but nutritious meals. He will text you to remind you when to take your blood glucose readings (if he is not busy), and he will organise all your medications so that you know how much to take and when to take it. When you are not feeling well, Ignis will take days off to nurse you back to health, because he really doesn’t want anything to happen to you.

One time, you got a scratch on your leg that wasn’t healing as quickly as it should have been. Ignis freaked out. And for good reason too.

“Darling, we must see a doctor. Now.”

You shake your head. “Don’t be so dramatic. It’s a normal scratch.”

“You’re diabetic. It could end up infected. I will not take this chance.” Ignis grabs your arm and practically hauls you down the stairs in his haste towards the garage.

When you arrive at the medical centre, and the doctor sees you, you end up getting your small wound disinfected and bandaged up. Ignis is satisfied, and you are a little annoyed. “It’s like you’re more worried about my health than I am!” you complain on the way back home.

Ignis merely grabs your hand and squeezes is gently. “I just want to spend the rest of my life with you. And if I need to be annoying to make sure you stay by my side, so be it.”

You frown, though your lips are already turning up into a smile. “You actually made no sense just then.”

Ignis laughs and shakes his head, “I hardly do, when I’m with you. I guess that’s the nature of being in love.”

Badlands//Derek Hale AU

First stab at the apocalypse AU. Let’s see where this goes.

Characters: Derek Hale, Malia Tate, Liam Dunbar, Mason Hewitt, Reader.

Originally posted by expressivedolphin

You sling your bag down onto the bench, tossing yourself down beside it. You’d just killed all the biters in the area and now you were taking a breather.

You sigh, looking up at the sky. You’d been alone since the start of The Awakening. You’d just graduated high school and moved into your dorm. You tried to go home and you didn’t find anyone, not even an old family friend. You’d been counting the days in your notebook, it had been 183 days. A very long time to be alone, a very long time time to have all of your thoughts in your mind by themselves.

You feel the sun start to make your skin itch and you sigh once more, throwing your bag over your shoulder. You push on, smacking the sign as you walk past it. You stop, taking a couple steps back to read the signs.

“Welcome to Beacon Hills.” You snort, “Another hellhole to navigate.”

You smack the sign once more, beginning your walk toward the town. Where would you go? Was there a shelter here? Probably not. You could stay in a house and risk being looted or you could stay in a big building. A big building runs the risk of biters overtaking.

You push open the doors, looking around. You stay silent, hoping to hear the signs of any biters. You’d decided to go to the high school. If worse came to worse you could hide in a classroom. You sneak through the school, finding the gym. You open the doors, the lingering smell of floor wax making your stomach twist up with the memories of high school. You glance around, putting your bag on the pulled out bleachers.

You take your jacket off, turning around to pull your hair up when you feel something pressed to your back. “Move and you’re dead. What’s your name and what do you want?”

“I’m Y/N. Last names don’t matter. I’m just looking for shelter.” You drop your hair, putting your hands up. “What’s your name?”

“Unimportant. Come on.” He grabs the back of your shirt, pulling you out of the gym.

He pushes you into a classroom and you look up at a girl about your age, and two guys.

“Who the hell is this?” The girl asks.

“Apparently her name’s Y/N.” He shrugs.

“And you just let her in here? What if she’s infected?” The girl argues.

“I-I’m not. I swear. You can strip search me if you want, I’m not infected.” You shake your head.

“How are we supposed to know?” One of the boys asks.

“Who are you?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Liam.” He says simply, turning to Derek. “Search her for a bite.”

“Oh my God, you’re really going to strip search me?” You gape.

“I-uh…” The man stops, glancing at the three before you. “Should I?”

Liam sighs, “Let me do it.”

“Oh, I bet you want to.” The girl rolls her eyes.

“Look, a bite takes three days to spread and kill. Quarantine me for three days if you’re so worried.”

“I don’t think we have to. Why can’t we trust her?” The other boy steps forward and you silently thank him.

“Mason, why do you feel the need to trust everyone?” Liam turns to him, “Not everyone is good.”

“But I think she is. Search her bag.” Mason shrugs.

“Yeah. Yes. Search my bag.” You nod quickly, “It’s in the gym.”

“Malia and I will go. You and Derek stay here.” Mason nods. So those were their names. Derek must be the one with the gun shoved into your back, Malia the girl. Mason and Malia jog out of the classroom, Derek shoving you into a seat.

“How long have you been here?” Derek asks.

“What do you want?” He prods.

“Shelter. I told you. I don’t know what supplies you have but I’m not asking you to share.”

Liam hums, “I don’t think she’s dangerous. But she could be infected.”

“Good thing you don’t make the calls around here.” Derek looks up at Liam and raises both eyebrows and Liam sighs.

“If Scott was here he’d listen.” Liam crosses his arms and sits down.

“I’m not Scott. Sorry you’re stuck with me.” Derek retorts.

“Who’s Scott?” You ask.

Derek and Liam glare at you, “None of your business.” They say in unison.

You sigh, “Listen, I’ll just leave Beacon Hills if I’m going to be treated this way. I’ve been alone since the beginning and I plan on staying that way. Let me get my things and I’ll go.”

“You think we’re just going to let you know that there’s a group of four in the high school and then let you free? We don’t know if you’re really alone.” Derek says.

“But, I am. I have no one. You’re the first person I’ve talked to in months.” You swallow thickly, looking between the two.

“You’re telling the truth.” Derek says lowly.

“Duh.” You roll your eyes.

“Oh, you’re going to be a smartass now?” He scoffs.

“I have no reason to lie to you!” Derek removes the gun from your back and you stand up, “I just want shelter. How many times will I have to say this?”

Mason walks into the room, holding your bag up, “She’s only got ammo and water. Her gun’s on her.”

“She’s fine. She’s not lying.” Derek states.

“Don’t tell me we’re just letting her in.” Malia crosses her arms, “She could know how to steady her heartbeat.”

“What the hell? Steady my heartbeat? You can hear my heartbeat?” You ask quickly and Derek gives Malia a look.

“You’re staying with us for now. Whether you like it or not.” He nods at you.

“Thanks for letting me make that decision.” You sigh, shifting your weight.

“Keep making remarks like that and we’ll lock you in the freak room.” Derek squints.

“The freak room?” You raise an eyebrow as you turn to face him.

“A classroom upstairs where we keep the freaks. We rounded up the strays and put them up there. In case of emergency.”

“You call them freaks?” You sigh, “I can already tell you lot will be loads of fun.”

“That’s three strikes.” Derek puts his gun down, “You’re lucky I’m feeling charitable today.”

Liam scoffs, “No. You’re lucky you’re hot.”

Out of all the places you could’ve gone, you wound up at the place inhabited by a bunch of hostile assholes.

Just your luck.

Camp Camp Theories

Okay first off we all know Jasper dies in the end. There’s no possible way he could have survived. He’s a child no older than 10 years old. Fresh, open wounds like that will easily get infected and kill him. That’s all I really have to say about it.

Maybe David didn’t lie about the story. But you also have to realize how the story was eventually cut off. To where they were incubating the Platypus eggs. From what we’ve been told by Neil a Platypus kick has enough venom in it to kill you. Maybe the mother platypus was there and Jasper held the babies the wrong way. Venom and a deep chest wound is not a very good mixure. Maybe he did on instant from it. We might not ever know. Which brings me to my next theory.

David suffers from PTSD and takes medication and I can back it up. So you know this frame right here?

Can I add David is also afraid of the Platypus which I think is kinda rare because he loves nature and all things that inhabit it yadahyadah and why would he not be afraid of the Platypus if something had happened with it earlier in life hnnNNmMMMmmm

David is a soft hearted person, we can all see that. He’s not squeamish towards death, like when the Platypus those fuckin bitches gfs ha h ate the Hamster. I know, a human life and animal life are not the same thing but c'mon dont tell me tyou wouldn’t get upset if you saw an animal WAS EATEN ALIVE IN FRONT OF YOU. Maybe he’s used to it and the pills are keeping his fragile mind at ease.

This is very. Extra. And I know im looking way too into this, but thanks for reading my shitty theory!

Eczema Hacks #54

Eczema can be a complete nightmare. It hurts, its uncomfortable, and if you are anything like me, it can be a major blow to your self-esteem. Heres a few tips for dealing with eczema, although you should always consult a qualified GP or dermatologist first.

1. Don’t use any lotion or soap that has added fragrance, as it tends to exacerbate eczema symptoms. Dr. Adrienne M. Haughton (Director of the Department of Dermatology at SUNY at Stonybrook) suggests a scented spray rather than lotion if you still want to smell like something. Ivory soaps tend to be more gentle, so if you can, it can sometimes help to swap out your liquid soaps for a plain bar soap. Also, make sure to thoroughly rinse your skin after using the soap, as left over residue tends to further irritate and dry out already  damaged skin.

2. Watch out for household irritants and use fragrance free and gentle cleaner when cleaning your home. One example is to mix dawn dish soap and vinegar, which doesn’t have the greatest smell, but it is gentle and effective on most tile, plastic, and metal surfaces. If you can find a scrub brush at your local grocery or convenience store which has a cavity in the handle in which to put your soap mixture, you can keep it for months without having to make a new batch, saving energy and time.

3.Excerise can also be an irritant, especially if it involves a lot of sweating. The skin can become more dehydrated after exercise due to fluid loss, which can contribute to eczema. Additionally, sweat contains a lot of different compounds including sodium, which causes even further dehydration, stinging, and more irritation. If your an avid athlete, make sure you shower and change clothes as soon as possible following your activity. Another suggestion is to try swimming, which limits the concentration of soda coming in contact with the skin, however, chlorine and other pool chemicals can also cause irritation.

4. Find a good anti-itch lotion to use. My personal favorite is Neosporin Anti-Itch cream, which can be found at your local drug store for under ten dollars. Other options include Benadryl and some forms of Cortisol, but these contain medications so they should be used sparingly and according to the directions of the packaging.

5. If you scratch unconsciously at night while asleep, try cutting your fingernails short and wearing knit gloves to bed. Although this can be a pain especially in the summer when its warm out, it puts a layer between your nails and your skin which can help protect you from further damage.

6. In some cases dietary changes can help limit skin irritation. Dairy especially is a common one. I gave up dairy for about a month and a half this year and my skin quality dramatically improved. This one is a bit harder and a bit more extreme, especially if you already have additional dietary restrictions. Remember to take care of yourself and of course, always consult a doctor.

7. Let your skin breathe. I always used to but bandages over the parts of the skin which had broken, but after some time, I realized this sometimes did more harm than good. You should keep the areas clean, but in my experience wrapping them can lead to gross infections which are even less fun than eczema.

8. Drink water and stay hydrated! Dehydration causes a whole lot of issues, including eczema and dry skin. So make sure you pack a water bottle for going to school, work, or any other activity. One way to stay hydrated is to place a cup of water by the bathroom sink and each time you go past it, drink the cup. This makes sure that you get at least some water each day without having to really think about it.

These are just some basic tips, make sure to comment if you have any to add :)

~Hannah

What I got from google translate:
“Well, finally, I will leave home tomorrow after 14 days at the National Hospital.
It will be wonderful to sleep in their own bed and do not have to get the family in so-called visits, but hug them and hug when you see it, and Rúfus, too, while doing good work here at LSH.
The infection that came to my belly has come out and all the values ​​are down and I’m in the right place to help me recover my endurance.
I’m going to enjoy every day with positivity and never look in the rearview mirror because the sisters "if” and “traditions” are my worst girlfriends. :)
Are you on my way dear friends?
respect
Stephen Karl"