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!!!!!

anonymous asked:

Hi, I'm so in LOVE with this blog! Your fanfics are wonderful! And sorry to bother, but may I have "I have to make ten pans of brownies in the next couple of hours, i know you dont work here, but can you help me?" (Last one on the bakery prompts list) with Ryan, please?

hoo boy was this the prompt for me. as soon as i got this i was like ‘i can’t wait to write this this is every fantasy ive ever had’ as a bakery student who is in love with ryan. please ignore the fact it gets weirdly personal. also i absolutely may write a part 2 if i get to a point where my inbox is empty.


“Arggh!” you yelled in frustration to the empty kitchen. Yet another of your employees had called in sick. Why did it have to be today? You had one of the most important orders of your career to fill in the next few hours and you were the only one at your bakery today to make all of the brownies for the client and also deal with in-shop customers. To say you were stressed was an understatement. Just as you contemplated shutting up shop for the day to focus on the order you heard the bell that signals the entrance of a customer rang. You sighed and went out into the front. You couldn’t imagine what a mess you must’ve looked with flour all your face and chocolate covering your apron. Not to mention the fact you looked like you were about to burst into tears at any moment. It must have shown to the customer as his face looked concerned as you greeted him. 

“Are you… okay?” he asked. You tried to smile and put on your customer service voice but the day had broken you.

“Honestly? I am the furthest from okay you could possibly imagine. I have a massive order to fill and I have zero staff and I’m honestly considering giving up my lifelong dream of owning a bakery to instead move to Alaska and live off the rest of my days in a cave with a family of wolves,” you said, not really caring how much you sounded like a crazy person. 

“Er, I’m really sorry to hear that. Should I go?” the customer asked, sounding extremely confused.

“Sir, I know I don’t know you and that you probably just came in here today to get some donuts or something but I have to make ten pans of brownies in the next couple of hours. I know you don’t work here, but can you help me? I’ll pay you, I promise,” you pleaded with the stranger, overwhelmed by the current stress you were feeling. He seemed to take pity on you as he smiled.

“I mean I don’t know shit about baking but sure, why not. You look like you’re about to collapse, do you want to sit down?” he said, coming around to the other side of the counter.

“There’s no time for sitting, but thank you so much. Seriously, I owe you big time. I’ll give you double my usual employee wage. I’ll buy you dinner. I’ll pay for your first born to go to college. I’ll -” you said frantically, practically dragging the poor man into the kitchen before he cut you off.

“Okay, before you promise me something ridiculous how about you take a minute to just breath,” he said calmly. You stopped and took a deep breath. His calmness somehow seemed to relax you slightly. Just slightly.

“Good, feel better?” he asked. You nodded and he chuckled. “Now, why don’t you tell me your name and exactly what it is you need me to do?”

“Y/N,” you said, feeling slightly ashamed that you hadn’t even bothered to introduce yourself or find out his name.

“Lovely to meet you, Y/N. I’m Ryan. Now you said something about brownies?”

You felt yourself regaining your confidence as you showed Ryan around the bakery, explaining each piece of equipment and going through the recipe for the brownies.

“So think you can handle it? It’s not a difficult recipe and I would be able to do it myself if I had bigger equipment. But I’m just starting out here and can’t afford the good stuff yet,” you said. You glanced at the clock on the wall, noting how little time you had left causing your anxiety to return.

“I think I’ll manage. Let’s get started then, shall we?” Ryan said cheerfully. He grabbed one of the aprons off the hook, slipped a hair net over his head and walked over to the sink to wash his hands.

Wow, I still have to nag my employees about the basics, you thought to yourself. You headed over to the sink too, and then got to work measuring out ingredients. For while you worked quickly and quietly, too stressed to think about making conversation, but after you got to a good pace and you felt confident you would get everything done on time you started to relax a little.

“So Ryan, what do you do for a living?” you asked, looking up at the man covered in flour. You smiled to yourself at the sight.

“I’m, uh, in entertainment,” he said, sounding slightly suspicious.

“What kind of entertainment?” you asked, trying to sound friendly and not at all concerned.

“It’s a little weird, so don’t judge me,” he said sheepishly. Your mind instantly thought he must mean adult entertainment and you felt your face heat up.

“Ah, well, no of course not. I don’t judge. You can do, do whatever you want. I’m sure what you do is, is well appreciated,” you stammered awkwardly, looking down at the brownies to avoid eye contact. Ryan was confused for a moment before realising what you meant.

“Oh, no it’s not that!  Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I play video games and record it and put it up on the Internet for people to watch,” he explained. When you looked back to him his face was also tinged pink. You relax at his explanation.

“Oh! That’s pretty cool actually,” you said.

“So, what made you become a baker?” Ryan asked, attempting to change the subject. You sighed in relief, smiling at the question.

“Baking is something I’ve always loved. I used to bake a lot of my grandma and my mom when I was younger. We were always a baking family but no one ever went into it as a career except me.” You paused to make sure you weren’t boring him, but he looked genuinely interested. “In high school I wanted to be a scientist; I loved biology and chemistry. A real nerd,” you laughed, “but when I got to college I just hated it. I don’t really know what changed. So I dropped out. That’s me, college drop out.” You sighed, thinking back to the hell you went through in college. “And my parents just said ‘okay that’s fine that you dropped out but you’ve got to pick something to do with your life’. So I went to bakery school,” you finished, smiling to yourself.

“That’s pretty awesome, you know. Not many people have the guts to give up on the sensible path to pursue their passion,” Ryan said, impressed. You blush at the compliment.

“Thank you,” you said. You giggled as you noticed his face covered in flour, walking over to him with a towel. “You know, the flour goes into the bowl,” you chuckled, wiping his nose.

“What, you mean covering my face in flour isn’t part of the recipe? I can’t believe my grandmother lied to me as a child,” he joked. Standing so close to him you noticed how blue his eyes were, looking softly into your own. You blushed and stepped away, moving back to continue working.

The next few hours passed quickly with you and Ryan working and joking together. He was incredibly funny; you couldn’t remember the last time you had laughed so much. You guessed that it came with his job. He was also insanely handsome. You were too stressed when you first saw him to really appreciate his looks but now that you were more relaxed you couldn’t help but admire his strong arms when he lifted heavy equipment and his smile made your stomach flutter when he laughed. You pushed the thoughts to the back of your mind as you focused on getting the order done on time.

Surprisingly you finished with plenty of time to spare and now all you needed to do was to wait for your client to come and collect their brownies.

“Thank you again, so much, for helping me today. I can’t express with words how much you’ve done for me. Let me get you some money for your time,” you said, heading towards the storefront to the cash register.

“No, it’s fine. I don’t want your money. I had a lot of fun today,” Ryan said, putting his hand on your wrist to stop you from getting money.

“Are you sure? I’ve taken up a lot of your time,” you asked, eyes full of concern.

“Very sure. But if you really want to repay me then let me take you out sometime,” he said grinning. You were taken aback by his request.

“You want to take me out…on a date?” you questioned, slightly confused. Ryan chuckled, lightly placing his hand on your waist.

“If you don’t mind,” he said quietly, leaning his head down close to yours. His eyes flicked between your eyes and your lips, questioning. You bit your lip.

“I’d like that,” you said, and Ryan closed the gap between you. His lips were soft and gentle against yours, and all too soon he pulled away. He gave you his phone to put your number in and headed towards the door, waving goodbye as he left. You grinned and giggled to yourself once he had gone, all previous stress you had felt earlier that day completely melted away.

HEY YOU

i need help to pay for my therapy

I know I’m not terribly active or involved with any fandoms out in the open here on tumblr.com, but I wanted to reach out to anyone who might be willing to help!

Around 3 years ago, I was the victim of an assault. A man entered my place of work and hit me over the back of the head with a full bottle of wine. Luckily, I had only the head wound - stitches and a headache - and no further physical injuries. Since then, I’ve stuggled tremendously with my mental health. I no longer enjoy reading or writing or drawing, most days it’s a struggle for me to get out of bed. I’m in my final year of a nursing degree, and I’m missing so much time because of my mental health. Friends have told me I’m not the same person I used to be.

It really doesn’t help that even AFTER this man has been to prison, he has been stalking me. He sent me a Facebook message (a breach of the non-harassment order he was given by the judge as part of his sentence), and he sent a hand-written love letter to my home address. That is all currently being dealt with by the police and the courts, which puts extra stress on me as I may have to appear before a judge to give evidence.

I live in the UK, where yes, our healthcare is free. However, I have been fighting the NHS for three years to try to get me the help I need, and nothing has been done. I have seen a mental health nurse several times for my problems, including possible PTSD as well as elevated anxiety levels and depression, and self-harm. This mental health nurse has forgotten about me time and time again, clock-watches when I see her, and I’m still waiting for her to call me and make an appointment she was meant to make six months ago. That last appointment, where she promised she would call me after I turned up at her office in hysterics with fresh cuts and she gave me an emergency prescription of anti-anxiety medication, was in March. I have also been fighting with doctors, and my latest appointment, the doctor told me “you can’t have PTSD because you’re not having flashbacks”. Which is the biggest load of bullshit. He was very dismissive, but gave me an anti-depressant after I practically had to beg him to do SOMETHING. This pill makes me feel very sick, currently, but I’ve only been taking it for around a week, so this side-effect may fade.

I’ve started seeing a private therapist because I just can’t keep living my life this way, and if the NHS won’t help me, I can’t sit around and wait for them to get their shit together. However, with that comes a cost. I am a student living away from home, and all of my small amount of monthly income goes towards rent, my phone bill, groceries, travel to and from placements and appointments, as well as supplies for university.

I’ve opened up my PayPal in the hopes that if anybody wants to and is able to support me in this, they will do so! I’m looking to raise about £400 in total as that should cover most of my sessions, however anything you can donate is appreciated! If you can’t donate, please consider reblogging! 

My PayPal is: ciphertext-x@hotmail.com

Please consider donating in GBP (British Pounds), although any currency is appreciated!

Thank you so much!

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.

Lovesick - Vampire!AU

The orginal image is not mine, but I did vamp out Tao a bit.

Characters: Tao (With a small appearance from Lay.)

Warnings: Minor mentions of blood and death.

Word Count: 2.6k

Inspired by one of the prompts from the October prompt list.

Prompt: 4.) Vampires have always been hidden creatures, creating complex strategies to avoid being discovered. You had always believed them to be a myth, something parents invented and threatened their kids with if they ever wanted to stay out late. After years of slipping out of your window to run down the street and meet your friends, this particular night adds some difficulties. Tonight, you don’t make it down the street. You don’t make it a foot away from your house. Because tonight, you were caught. Not by your mother, not by your father, but by a man’s silhouette, and even in the dark you are able to see his blood red eyes.

Note: This may be a little confusing which is my writing style anyway so I’m sorry in advanced for that. Also, how is it that I’m Tao biased but never written about him? I’m a bad Tao stan.

The doctors can’t figure out what sickness I have. They’ve run countless tests, sent me to specialists, put me on what seems like every medication known to man but they still can’t help me. It’s been a month and a half now, and it feels like my life is slowly slipping away as the days pass. It’s gotten to the point where I can’t even function daily, it’s hard to even get up and move to use the bathroom. My life is being drained, and I can’t understand why… And he hasn’t even stopped by to see if I am okay. He’s never simply not come to see me. He’s had to come see me, that’s how it works. From the beginning, that’s how it has always worked.

He may not be here physically, but he’s in my heart. If anything happens to me, someone needs to know about him. They need to know about us and our story.

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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:

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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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
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.

My fics can also be found on AO3.


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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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.

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.

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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