this may also not help me not get sick

  • mom when I go to school and don't tell her I'm sick: wth !!!! you gotta tell me these things I can't read your mind geeze
  • mom when I ask not to go to school and tell her I'm sick: it's your fault lol suck it up just go you always make excuses

First, let me tell you about a few of the constants in my life.

When I wake up each morning, there will be a puddle of drool sloshing atop my pillowcase. I drool in my sleep. This is a constant. I’m like a garden hose that isn’t turned off properly. Another constant: someone has to clean that drool up, and whether it’s my mom or my dad or my brother or my girlfriend, every single day, one of them uses an obscene number of tissues to clean up the lake I’ve created in my sleep. My family is well-acquainted with my spit. Their never-ending care, compassion, patience, and love are powerful constants.

Next, I typically take a shower, though I can’t label this one a constant, as I’m known to occasionally abandon hygiene for days at a time. Why do I need to be clean for a day of writing in seclusion? That’s a joke—mostly.

Then I drink my coffee, and when we aren’t physically together, send a goodmorning text to my girlfriend, Hannah. Over the last year, she has become a beautiful constant in my life, one that I wake up every day grateful to know. I wait for her reply with the relaxing security that we’ll talk throughout the day, sharing our thoughts and feelings and experiences with each other, and always, always moving towards that next time together. Although much of this daily interaction revolves around food and stupid observations and making fun of each other, there’s always that underlying love—that calming feeling that we chose each other and nothing else matters. Her constant love makes each day bright.

I read if time allows it, and most days I listen to the news. By now, I’ve usually burped at least twice to reduce the explosive stomach pressure created by my overnight feeding tube. Morning burps are a disgusting constant for me.

My work at Laughing At My Nightmare, Inc. has become a unique kind of constant that I never expected. What began as a silly little idea to start a company that promotes positivity has grown and blossomed into the incredible charity that we are today. I know that every day our purpose remains crystal clear: to raise funds so that we can get people the equipment they need to thrive. At the same time that we work to accomplish that, we teach people how to live happier lives.

And since I basically just wrote our company mission statement verbatim, I want to make sure the previous constant doesn’t come off as a half-assed promotion snuck into an otherwise deeply personal post.

Working at this charity gives me a daily purpose, a reason to wake up excited. It’s not always easy and it’s not always fun, but we are making an actual difference in the lives of real people. I grew up kind of wondering if I’d ever be able to make a mark on our world with the time I have. It was a fear that distressed me to my core. In the last five years, I’ve learned that I can make a difference, and working towards that gives me such a rush of joy.

So why this obsession with constants?

When you live with a disease like mine, uncertainty is a natural enemy. Will I wake up tomorrow feeling weak or strong? How many more total days will my hands function? A year? Ten? More? Is my insurance going to cover the new treatment for my disease? Will it actually help me? When will my lungs stop working? What if I get sick?

SMA is like a chisel of uncertainty, chipping away at the solid foundation of my body and mind day in and day out.

Constants, then, become a vital defense.

When so much of my future lies in the murky shadow of the unknown, having constants that I can genuinely rely on allows me to look forward without fear or anxiety.

So even though there may come a day when I wake up and find that—oh shit—I can’t breathe on my own any more, I also know exactly what follows that: someone who loves me will grab a tissue and wipe up my drool.

againstmondays  asked:

Bellarke au, it's where clarke is a doctor at a prison and Bellamy is a guard. Multichapter and in one clarke went to a masked ball and reader knows she's dancing with Bellamy but she doesn't and it's cute cause her dress was designed by Octavia. 100% sure it was on ao3.

Edit: Thanks @dancingmcfly for finding Cliché!

Anonymous said: I’m looking for a fic (modern setting) where Clarke and Bellamy meet at a bar (I think) and Clarke’s mom is a mayor (not sure) but I’m sure they live in a big house and Bellamy starts working there (to clean and stuff) and Clarke really wants to study art but her mom is against and I think Clarke has panic attacks and she teaches Octavia to dance? I hope that helps thank you

I believe you’re looking for I’ll Be Chasing Angels All My Life!

whyclarke said: hello! i’m back again - this may be a weird request but do you know of any fics where clarke has to take care of bellamy when he’s sick/injured and he’s a bad patient because he’s too selfless and whatnot? thank you so much!! this blog is a godsend tbh 

Here are some suggestions that are similar:

Also check out this Hurt!Bellamy + Caretaking!Clarke Bellarke fic rec post by @bellamyblake!

Anonymous said: hey i’m looking for 2 fics. the first one is mordern day bellarke, they are married and pregnant and bellamy finds clarke’s test in the trash under and orange peel or something and then he says “i’m going to be a dad.” the second one is bellamy goes to the hospital and is drugged up and he says that he loves clarke and that he wants her to have his babies and he doesn’t realize that he is telling her. thanks so much i love this blog

For the first one I believe it’s chapter 5 of No Space Lies In Between. Could the second possibly be Anaesthesia is like an aphrodisiac?

Anonymous said:  do you know if there are any fics of clarke thirstin after bell??? Longing looks and all??? Like it could turn into sex for stress relief or whatever??? Just that she’s honestly just super attracted to him. bonus if it turns into sexy times but not necessary 

Here are some that might be what you’re looking for!

YAYAYAYAAYAYAYA!!!! I AM BEYOND EXCITED TO ANNOUNCE THIS THE MOST. I will be doing my FIRST EVER FAVES. Since Summer is coming up so soon, I thought, why not just make it summer faves?????? So, read below so you don’t miss out!


RULES:

  • you MUST be following me
  • you MUST reblog this post
  • you CAN like this post, but I will only count it as bookmarking

PERKS:

  • you will be featured on my sick faves page (which i will be creating after this post)
  • you can ask for a promo 3x a week to over 36,200+ dashboards
  • IF you are in my queue list, you will also get queues
  • you will get help with html, host awards w me, etc.

HIGHER CHANCES:

OTHER:

  • i will be choosing when i get out of school for Summer, which will be after May 24th
  • THIS RAD BANNER WAS MADE BY THE WONDERFUL @xlfdesigns & YOU SHOULD FOLLOW THEIR MAIN BLOG @leavingforever

I cannot wait to choose eep!!!!!

So not to long ago, some of you may know that I have stopped taking all opiates. It was my choice and I wanted to stop. As soon as the sickness came on I went to the store to get some medicine to help me with restless legs and sleep. As I was in the pharmacy a man walked up to me, he took one look at me and knew that I as really dope sick. He gave me a hug and we talked alittle , he is in recovery also. and gave me tips . And apparently he lost his brother a few months ago to a heroin. I asked him how old his brother was. Turns out, he was a friend of mine that died this year.
everyone, PLEASE stop with this aweful drug. It’s killing all my friends and this really needs to stop.
I’ve been there, I’ve seen how it changes people and the best minds you can think of are destroyed, I just can’t lose any more people in my life.

yo fellow students, sufferers of neurological/cardiovascular issues, anxiety sufferers and generally any folks who get headaches easily
today i’ve got a neat little tip for ya
if you ever start to feel that meh feeling when you know a headache/migraine is approaching but you’re not in pain just yet, it’s just your head feels kinda weird and heavy and disgusting, you know what you should consider doing? 
of course, the staple rituals won’t hurt: have a break from whatever you’re doing, hydrate, get a fruit snack, wash your face but what i’m about to tell you is not a common thing to do and you may even think i’m a fucking weirdo but it helps me greatly and i hope it helps you
get some vicks vaporub and rub some on your face, focusing on the forehead, massaging the parts where it usually hurts the most, you’ll feel which ones. for me sometimes it’s temples, sometimes the middle of the forehead or areas above my eyebrows. just rub that shit in. be sure to avoid the eye area and not put too much too close to eyes as the vapour may bother your eyes. 
this provides a nice cooling sensation, it’s a bit tingly and really refreshing. the scent of eucaliptus, mint and whatever other shit that’s in there also energizes you a whole lot and it’s always nice to inhale some of that whether you’re sick with cold or not. for me it usually helps to avoid getting the headache, increases productivity and just generally feels nice. try it if you’re not allergic to and don’t hate the smell of vaporub.
hope this helps! your fellow 5th generation migraine sufferer and uni student exposed to insane levels of stress whose blood vessels are literal shit. 

anonymous asked:

Ive been starving myself and puking whenever I eat or drink anything (last part wasn't what I wanted but my stomach couldn't handle going from a bunch of stuff to nothing to having stuff again) and I can't do anything now, my parents are about to take me to the hospital if I dont get better by Wednesday but I'm scared the doctors will be able to tell I'm not just sick and that I was starving on purpose? Is that irrational??

Well for one I’m glad you’re beginning to eat again, starvation is never a good answer. It also may be a good idea to speak to your mum about what you’ve been doing so you can get the appropriate help on why it came to happen in the first place.

Besides that I guess eating small portions at first so your body doesn’t panic and reject the food immediately, building it up over time. I don’t have a lot of experience with anorexia myself so I’m sorry my advice is limited. Hopefully @tooiconic can give you some handy tips with helping you return to normal eating habits.

If you need to ever talk don’t be afraid to send me a message.

anonymous asked:

What are some of the reasons a character would faint and what would be the warning signs??

Hey there! Okay, so, fainting. It is a thing. It is a thing humans do. It is a thing humans do a lot. It is not as common as, say, pooping, but humans faint and it is a thing, and now we are going to talk about it!

Yaaaaay! \(^_________^)/   (sorry for the extra giddiness, I have pizza).

Hokay. So. Fainting. Fainting is also known as syncope. It is basically what happens when your body temporarily cannot get blood to your brain. When that happens, you lose consciousness, you fall down. It’s kind of like a bottlecap: with a soda bottle upright, blood cannot get to the cap without pumping. But if the bottle falls over, now the cap is touching soda. (Also, do not unscrew bottlecaps, when the bottlecaps in question are peoples’ brains.)

But why? Why blood no can reach brain, Aunt Scripty?!?  

It’s like this, Internet-fren. There are many, many reasons someone could pass out. This is a partial list, off the top of my head, but:

  • Heat exhaustion
  • Standing for too long, especially with knees locked (orthostatic syncope)
  • Sitting / standing up too quickly (orthostatic syncope)
  • Pain (nociceptive syncope)
  • Arrhythmia (irregular or too-rapid heartrate)
  • Fear, or extreme emotional response (psychogenic syncope)
  • Straining to poop and/or holding your breath (vasovagal syncope)
  • Rapid blood loss (can cause syncope, but the person should wake up quickly; if they do not, they are in deep doo-doo. This is actually vasovagal in nature.)

These things below are also not necessarily causes of syncope, but they can be contributing factors:

  • Malnourishment / dehydration
  • Exhaustion
  • Being on your period
  • Generally being a sickie
  • Etc.
  • Basically, if it makes you tired or feel like crap, it can contribute to a syncope.

 NOW THEN

As to what a character may feel just before passing out, they’ll probably feel nauseous, dizzy, and may see stars before they black out. They may get a sinking feeling in their chest, and/or palpitations. I know for me, when I get close to passing out, I get this strange feeling like there’s… like there’s a distance between myself and the world, this sort of hazy non-existence between us, like reality is at arm’s length away and I can’t quite touch it. (I also get that feeling when I just generally feel sick, though, so there’s that.)

I hope this helped!!! xoxo, Aunt Scripty

 disclaimer    

Aunt Scripty is SO CLOSE to funding her fellowship!! Any chance you could help a girl out with a donation?

Hello, my friends, I’m sorry for my prolonged silence. I hope I didn’t worry anyone too much. A lot has been going on with me in the past few months, both medically and otherwise, its been an absolute whirlwind. Good news is I’m doing a lot better healthwise (knock on wood)! Personal life stuff-wise, its a bit rocky (its another reason I haven’t been able to be on that much)

For the time being, I’m a little more active on Twitter since its quick and easier to use on my phone. You can find me at: ArtemisPanthar

More wordy details on what’s been going on under the Read More

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Self Care in Self Betterment

So it’s that time of the year, again– holidays and finals. There’s lots of stress going around, and we can get caught up in our busy schedules to the point where we get sick (or worse). So, I’d like to make a little post with some ways to hopefully help in our self care. You can take a whole day for yourself or just a few minutes, if your schedule won’t allow it.

  • Take a shower, bath, or run a warm, damp washcloth over your face, neck and shoulders. Take some time to pay a little extra attention to other grooming, as well! You can do things like manicures, pedicures, face masks, etc. in the comfort of your home, if you prefer it.
  • The air gets really dry this time of year, so you can get lotion or a humidifier to help with that. If you have a wood stove, you may consider putting a pot of water on top so it releases the steam into the air (but keep an eye on it). You can add things like cinnamon sticks in the water that creates a lovely smell, but be careful of the water level, as you don’t want the cinnamon to burn!
  • Treat yourself to a little (or big) something, if your budget allows. Maybe you’ve been eying a new book, for example!
  • Wash/change your blankets, sheets, and pillow cases. Perhaps you’d like to get a new detergent for an extra nice smell!
  • Curl up with some music and a book, hot drink, knitting project, etc.! I’m personally fond of melting a candycane in hot chocolate while listening to musicians like Loreena McKennitt, Enya, and Mozart. Loreena and Enya both have Christmas related albums if you’d like to listen to them and are in a festive mood.
  • Play with a pet you may have or a friend’s! (Be sure to ask permission first!)
  • For this one, I would suggest seeing a doctor about prior. I’m in a place that gets very little sunlight in the winter, so I need it, but you may not! With the lack of sunlight in the winter, our immune systems can take a really big hit, and pulling all-nighters for finals doesn’t help any,either. When I was in school (and even now) I’d take a single tablet of vitamin D3 every day. It would keep me feeling more energized, happier, and would rarely get sick. Again, talk to a medical professional before getting these. (You can also take daily vitamins! )

I hope these suggestions help you guys, and that you all have a happy and safe holiday season!

anonymous asked:

OKAY WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT CAMP COUNSELOR!AU LES AMIS!!! I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH ON HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS AU

OK so I’m a little culturally out of the loop here because we don’t really have Summer camps here in Australia so I consulted US correspondent and my very own Grantaire @granteares  and she helped me so much! (Also stay tuned because they’re may be a camp Councillor AU fic coming your way as well.)

  • Feuilly has been helping out at Summer camps since he was 14. He’s seen everything that can happen and knows exactly what to do in every given situation. He’s the one the campers go to when they get too home-sick and he let’s them out of activities for the day and takes them to the kitchen where Chetta works to bake cookies 
  • Bahorel is in charge of all the sports activities whilst Courfeyrac mans the crafts table (”Glitter AND Macaroni? Ferre I’m in heaven!”). Bossuet is in charge of taking the kids into town for letter runs and sweets. He’s supposed to be making sure none of the kids get lost but usually gets lost himself
  • Joly is the on-site camp Nurse. He’s frequently freaking out about how unsafe the whole place is (”You let them swim in the lake?!? Do you know how much bacteria is in there?!”) and reprimands the others when a kid gets so much as a scraped knee
  • Combeferre makes all their itineraries during the day and at night takes the campers stargazing and teaches them all about the constellations and how to get your bearings just by using the night sky
  • Jehan is the trainee Councillor whose super chill and sings campfire songs to everybody and somehow always has marshmallows on them and takes a lot of photos. They always have an abundance of scrapbooks for the campers to take home to their parents
  • Eponine teaches everybody the most hardcore survival skills. She’s the campers favourite and the only one nobody tries to mess with cause she can teach you how to survive but they’re also pretty sure she can make you disappear without a trace
  • Montparnasse runs the corrupt camp across the lake. Somehow all of Les Amis’ chocolate supply goes missing the day his campers are making s’mores.
  • Marius has no idea how to control his campers. They walk all over him cause he’s too sweet. Cosette takes pity on him and wrangles them into shape, saving him from whoopee cushions, water buckets and a myriad of “Kick Me” signs. He’s actually secretly told the campers to do these things to him just so he can spend more time with her. She’s well aware but plays along anyway.
  • Grantaire is in charge of the green cabin campers and Enjolras is in charge of the red ones (I know so original, right?). One day Grantaire decides to start a prank war on the red cabin because “The Blonde makes the scrunchiest face when he’s angry. It’s adorable” . Things go about as well as expected.
  • Of course Enjolras doesn’t usually sink to such a level, but is infuriated when he finds his favourite Red Bandana has been dyed a lime green and slams his fists on the craft table demanding vengeance
  • Courf is so happy he almost cries
  • Things escalate from there, each following prank growing more and more elaborate and devastating. 
  • Eventually one night Enjolras is setting up a much too time-consuming prank when he comes across Montparnasse and Jehan making out by the lake
  • He gets the wrong idea and thinks Montparnasse is trying to steal his camp Councillors and begins ranting and raging
  • Of course R is beckoned by the sound of his voice like the Enjolras trash he is and comes out to see what the big deal is.
  • He finally separates Enjolras and Montparnasse away from each other and takes Enjolras aside to find out what’s going on. When Enjolras is done with his ranting Grantaire goes:
    “Look about this prank war-”
    “THIS ISN’T THE TIME GRANTAIRE!”
    “I know. What I’m saying is that we should be working together to bring down the real enemy here! With your skills in practically everything and my creative natural ability to be an asshole we can bring him down! Truce?”
  • Enjolras gets confusedly aroused inspired by his determination and passion and they decide to sabotage the other camp
  • Which is how an hour later Montparnasse and Jehan find Enjolras and Grantaire making out in Montparnasse’s quarters, halfway through booby trapping his clothes drawer
Yuri on Ice Fandom!

I understand the concern we all have for Makkachin. Trust me, I’m worried too. But I wanted to offer a little reassurance that may help you feel more at ease with the situation. Yuri on Ice as a Sports anime, it is a given that there has to be some form of drama or suspense. To date, there really hasn’t been any of note so the fact that Makkachin is sick does make up for the quota of drama for the series. It is also a plot device to help support Victuri as a canon couple. Now, let me set your minds at ease, I doubt that Makkachin will actually die. Getting sick, that’s plausible for a dog that ate some steamed buns and got one stuck in his throat.

As a person who watches a ton of veterinarian shows, I can’t even count how many times I’ve heard a vet say, “It doesn’t look good.” In a situation like this, the main issue with Makkachin is his age. Putting the dog under anesthesia is a risk for an older dog, but afterward with the dog under, it really is a simple matter of removing the steamed bun from the dog’s throat. An x-ray may be taken just in case Makkachin may have swallowed any plastic, but from what I saw, he did a pretty good job eating around the plastic. A reversal shot to take him out of anesthesia and the wait to see if he comes around, and that’s all she wrote.

Victor going back to Japan to be with his dog is evidently Yuuri’s idea. Even though Victor visibly wants to go back, he is torn between wanting to be with his dog while he’s sick and staying with Yuuri when he’s so close to winning a spot at the Grand Prix championships. The fact that Yuuri wants Victor to leave is testament that he cares enough about Victor to want him to be there for his dog. That in my opinion is a beautiful depiction of his over for Victor.

Now, let me point something out. Yuuri started out skating with the idea that he was skating alone and he suffers from mental problems and emotional strain. The point of the show is to show Yuuri’s progress as a skater and as a person because of Victor’s influence. Now, remove Victor from Yuuri’s side and we get to see how much Yuuri has improved. With Victor returning to Japan, Yuuri has to skate again with without Victor being there with him and we get to see how that will effect Yuuri. He gets to step out from Victor’s shadow, in Victor’s home country, and allows others to see how well he can skate as the one being coached by Victor. He gets to show Victor’s influence, prove that he can hold his own in a competition without Victor there by his side, and that’s the whole point of this turn in events.

I’m almost positive that Makkachin will be fine. There is something to be said for a pet whose human comes to be by their side when they’re sick. Makkachin will pull through and Victor will return to Yuuri’s side in time for the Grand Prix championships. One fan also pointed out that Makkachin is featured in the photograph reel in the end credits during the summer post-canon.

So, I know it will be difficult but try to put your mind at ease. The show already had Vic-chan die at the start of the series. I don’t think the creators will pull the same stunt twice in one season. Especially after they took the time to have the audience become attached to this poodle.

sickness (Pietro x Reader)

Mobile update so no gif! I’m so sorry that I’ve hardly posted, I had exams and then I was ill and then I had so much on (School Awards, Alton towers trip, Taylor Swift concert, Color Run, Brass Band etc!!)

I’m going away to Florida tomorrow (love a good 9 hour flight #scottishproblems) so I may not post as often, but I’m hoping to write a few more tonight and get a short que sorted (probably wont happen).

I’m also looking for another writer to help me, just send me a sample of your work or something and I’ll get back to you when I’m back from holiday!

Anyway, this was requested by an anon, so here you go! (Sorry it’s short!)

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Your boyfriend was ill. It was slightly ironic.

Pietro had come back from the dead, he could run faster than almost everything in the world, he was a part of the superhero team called the Avengers and he had saved thousands of lives.

But here he was tucked in his bed and wrapped with so many blankets he faintly resembled a burrito. Pietro was ill, and it wasn’t anything life threatening.

He had the flu. Everyone (including you, much to his annoyance) found it hilarious. His increased metabolism somehow couldn’t figure out how to ward off the flu and he was stuck inside with tissues and sick bowls while the rest of the team were out fighting the bad guys.

Despite you being a member on the team, you had been ordered by Steve to stay behind to look after him, but you knew it was more because he was your boyfriend than it was because you were probably the most sympathetic of the team.

You agreed with the sympathetic part. Wanda, found Pietro’s suffering hilarious as it was only a mere cold but he was acting like he was dying. Natasha and Clint have no patience for the flu, and would probably have ended up sending him on the mission anyways. Steve didn’t really care but was slightly sympathetic. Tony and Thor found it comedy gold, and the amount of jokes and puns they had thought up were getting to a ridiculous number.

So here you were, pressing a cold towel to his hot face as he lay surrounded in pillows, blankets and cushions. One minute he had a fever whereas the next he had a chill – and it wasn’t a pleasant feeling.

He started shaking again, his temperature having dropped again and you shushed him affectionately, tucking the blankets around him tighter as you stoked his head gently.

“Lay with me?” Pietro asked you, his voice quiet and you noticed how vulnerable he sounded compared to when he was in full health and running around all cockily while making Clint’s temper quickly rise.

You crawled under the covers, Pietro pulling your body against his constant changing heat one. He buried his head into the crook of your neck as you placed a soft kiss against his forehead, ignoring the sweat on it.

“I love you (Y/N),” he muttered, letting out a slight cough on your neck. You grimaced slightly before remembering his words.

“I love you too, Maximoff.”

no-gay-no-lesbian  asked:

Hey ya'all. I'm Mary. I'm here to spread the word or Jesus Christ. Homosexuality is a sin, punishable by hell. Abortion is murder. Fonication is sick. Mostly I wanted ya'all to know. If you think you're "gay" or "lesbian" message me anytime, I'll help you get rid of this. May The Lord Jesus Christ save you. AMEN❤️

Hi Mary. I have been WAITING for this message since that day I realized I was gay.

Welcome to my page. I am a lesbian. I’m dating a beautiful girl, who lives across the other side of the country. I also run a relatively popular blog, followed by a fair amount of the gay community, I offer advice to anyone who needs it. I am a Christain. Now that you actually know a little about me, I’d like to explain why I’ve gone out of my way to answer your message..

1. Judgement of my sexuality does not fall under spreading the word of God. It falls under ignorance and immaturity.

2. Homosexuality is by all means a sin. So is murder, lying, envy, greed, using Gods name in vain, wearing clothes of wool and linen woven together, eating pork, ect.. Last time I checked, all sins are of equal magnitude. No one sin is bigger than another.

3. Jesus died for our sins, so that all who believe he is the son of God will enter into heaven.

4. Abortion has nothing to do with homosexuality or me being gay. Last time I checked, A pregnancy was highly unlikely..

5. And certainly a good point to be making here. If you go back to the original translation of the bible, in scripture a word was used to define the morally weak.. The word is ‘malakoi’. Nowhere did it ever write about homosexuals or any of that, society has linked the two over the years to make it seem as if all is forbidden by the word of God where in actual fact it is all rather in the word of ignorant people who jump to conclusions and have no actual substance to back up their argument.

With all of that said, I don’t care for what anyone else thinks or believes.. Christian, Jewish, Catholic (as I’ve seen you are).. None of it matters. Worry about yourself, because one day yourself is the only person you’re going to have to answer for. Where you feel like you’re ‘spreading the word of God and all it’s goodness’ all you’re in fact doing is beating people down because of who they choose to love. Love is love. All the rest is insignificant.

anonymous asked:

What do I do when everything I write starts to sound the same?

Take a break. Think about why it’s happening. Make room to explore your writing style, to let it change. Why does all your writing sound the same? Is it all about the same bad love, the same good love? The same experience? There’s nothing wrong with that, but maybe it’s time to put it away, if you’re not getting anything from it anymore.

Also, keep in mind that you, as a writer, have your own voice. You may just be getting sick of it, but that doesn’t mean it’s a bad voice. Talk out loud more, if you can. Feel out your style. Believe that what you have to say is important. For me, I used to write about the same damn thing in the same damn way, and it helped me make it through the bad love. Maybe that’s what you’re doing, I don’t know.

Love you. Keep going.

When I was in 4th grade I got really sick and threw up all over myself in the hallway at school and I didn’t want to walk back into class like that and like 2 minutes later this girl from my class walked into the hallway and I asked if she could go back and get me help and she looked at me like I was a weirdo and told me no and I still remember that so if you are reading this fuck you tiana from rosamond elementary school may your indecencies and cruelties land you a life of misery also I’m pretty sure she never had a tamagotchi so she wasn’t even as cool as she thought she was

Oneshot: Compassion For A Queen

Just a quick SQ oneshot. Regina’s sick and Emma has a hunch that the Queen is too so she reaches out. Some Split Queen related angst. Some fluffy feels. I don’t own Once or its characters. Apologies for any mistakes. Hope you all enjoy :)

Emma grimaces as she tiptoes stealthily into the crypt room that the Queen has been hiding out in. She had a hunch and wanted to follow it. Judging by the groans and coughing noises coming from the secret room her hunch was correct.

When Regina woke up sick this morning, Emma couldn’t help but wonder what it meant for her Evil half? Do they get sick at the same time? If one of them falls over does the other feel the pain? It’s an eternally confusing situation and like all of them, Emma’s just trying to muddle through it all the best she can.

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Double-D With ESP Chapter One: DARCY

TITLE OF STORY: Double-D With ESP
CHAPTER NUMBER/TITLE/ONE SHOT: Chapter One - DARCY
AUTHOR: freudensteins-monster
FIC SUMMARY: Darcy Lewis was kind of psychic. Not in a see the future, talk to your dead father, tell you the winning lotto numbers kind of way, but it still came in handy from time to time.
RATING: T
WARNINGS/TRIGGERS/AUTHORS NOTES: Inspired by a “Sick Sad World” segment: “Psychic Centerfolds. What happens when Miss September can see November? She’s a Double-D with ESP! Coming up next on Sick, Sad World.” 

This is a GEN fic (no real mention of ships) and while it has a lot of MCU references, it’s not quite canon compliant. It’s has been collecting dust for a few months now and a recent reread reminded me that it’s ‘almost’ finished. Let me know what you think/if you want to read more as it may help me get this wrapped finished sooner rather than later :P And a shout out to @pedeka​, @blacksunmagick​, and @jewliesparks​ for helping me understand tarot cards a bit better.

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DARCY

Darcy Lewis was kind of psychic. But not in a see the future, talk to your dead father, tell you the winning lotto numbers kind of way. She jokingly referred to it as her ‘spidey-sense’, this feeling that crept up her spine that told her to turn left instead of right, to not trust the drink (or the guy that gave it to her), to stop walking just as a door was being thrown open in front of her. She would admit, under duress, that it came in handy from time to time, but never put in any effort into honing it, lest she turn out like the other psychics in her family.

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“I’m not sick where you come from, am I?” Jacob asked.
“Why do you want to know?”
“Because of the way you act.  Most people are uncomfortable around me, and you clearly are as well, but there’s something else.  It’s not pity as much as despair, mixed with something I think may be desire.  Given the things you know about me and the way you keep almost touching me, I’m assuming we were lovers.  I also get the impression that the way I am here isn’t at all like the way I am there.”

Techrat stared in disbelief at the young man in front of him for several seconds, stunned by his perception. 

“You’re definitely sick where I come from, yes, but you have a lot of help.  You have your own apartment and go to school full time,” Techrat replied, taking a deep and quivering breath before continuing.  “And yes, we were lovers.  Being around you just makes me realize how much I miss him.”
“I see.” Jacob said, his voice quiet as he took another long drink from the bottle.
“Are you OK?”
“No.”
“Can I help?”
“No.  No one can.  I’m used to it.”
“I’m—“
“You should probably get going,” Jacob interrupted.  “It’s getting close to six.”
“Right.  Thank you for your help.”
“Yeah.”

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