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A bus is basically the classic thing to wait in the rain for
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wiisagi-maiingan · 1 year
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I'm all for natural remedies and traditional medicine, but I think when your "natural remedy" is based on the idea that water can become medicinal by being in the presence of a teeny itty bit amount of something, then it's probably bullshit and you're getting scammed. Go buy some ibuprofen or see a doctor.
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uncanny-tranny · 9 months
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The hardest, but most important, part of my transition has been untangling what my personal dysphoria is, and what is more a result of cissexism.
What I mean by this is that I learned that I am not dysphoric about certain aspects of myself, my body, and my life, but my discomfort in these aspects was influenced by the cissexist culture I live in which told me I couldn't exist as myself.
It's definitely a slow process, but I have found that it helps me self-actualize and actually see myself instead of what others demand of me.
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dont-let-me-eat-pears · 11 months
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The Maze Runner | The Death Cure
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melanovia · 4 months
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rainbowcrowley · 1 month
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david tennant comforting a fan - (source)
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astaroth1357 · 7 days
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Well. I come to check back in on the game for my birthday rewards (Happy Birthday to you too, Luci) and I get treated to A WHOLE ASS FEAST-
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What. The. FUCK.
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waldau · 2 months
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sunshine — lee seokmin | 764 words | fluff
bro is literal sunshine, i had to. i don't know how this came to me but i'm so glad it did. and can we ignore the fact that you could see it only across america?
gender neutral reader. warnings: none.
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dokyeom knows he’s being a bit obnoxious.
okay, maybe not just a bit. very obnoxious.
but is it his fault that he’s upset about missing the solar eclipse that he’d wanted to see with you?
the pictures you’ve sent him aren’t enough. he kept staring at all eleven of them, showing him every angle you managed to get. even nasa had been roped into your shenanigans to try to make him feel a little less sad about missing out, not to mention the livestream you’d held for two seconds, cutting it off even before he got a chance to say hi.
it goes without saying that he can’t help but feel a bit guilty.
he knows it’s a bit too much when the smile he gives you isn’t as cheerful as yours. he knows its over the top when he resists your attempts to cuddle with him. in the end, your puppy eyes break him enough to let you hold him.
“it’s just so unfair,” he huffs, pressing his face into your shoulder. he ignores the little giggle you give out, running your fingers through his hair. this is a matter of utmost importance and he should be allowed to sulk, dammit.
“i’m not saying it’s not, kyeom.”
“but you’re laughing at me! i’m sad i missed seeing the eclipse with you and you’re laughing at me.”
“hey, i’m not laughing. didn’t i try calling you on video so you wouldn’t miss out? and didn’t i send pictures later?”
“that’s…not the point.”
“then what is?”
dokyeom sighs. “i wanted to see it with you. it wasn’t about the eclipse. we always watch the sun rise and set whenever we’re together. of course i wanted to watch this one with you, too.”
“oh,” is all you say.
dokyeom just pulls away from you and shifts so that his head rests in your lap.
“hey,” you say, thumb tracing his cheekbone. soft. “are you really that upset because you didn’t get to watch an eclipse?”
“it wasn’t just an eclipse, though,” he says, looking up at you. you look so good, even upside down. “it was the eclipse. and i missed it. and you.”
“but you were touring, baby.”
dokyeom knows you’re right, but he’s not in the mood to listen to logic right now. so he behaves like the very mature adult he is and hides his face in your stomach, unwilling to look up at you. he doesn’t move even when he can feel your silent laughs shake your body. he feels you stretch to your side for something and very reluctantly looks up at you when you tap his shoulder.
“do me a favour?”
“anything,” he says immediately.
“take a photo with me?”
there’s already maybe a couple thousand photos of the two of you together in each of your phones, and dokyeom figures it wouldn’t hurt to add a few more. it never does.
but he’s also confused by the sudden change in topic. “what…”
“trust me.”
that he does. he shuts up and arranges himself so he’s lying a bit more comfortably on you, his super long arms helping him take the best picture he can for you. oh, well. pictures. multiple.
he’s become a bit tired of posing for selfies by himself, so it feels good to have your face in the frame again. he keeps capturing you more than himself till you ask him to stop, selecting what he deems are your favourites before you send them to him.
“see this?” you ask, showing him one of the photos. you’re accidentally out of the frame, and he’s captured himself laughing the way he does when he’s with you, eyes squeezed shut with the widest grin on his lips. do you know how happy you make him?
“…yeah?”
“that’s my sun you’re seeing. you’re lucky you can see yourself in a mirror every single day, you know?”
dokyeom swears his brain blanks. short circuits to the worst degree possible. “did you just—”
“—steal your job of using pick-up lines? maybe?”
suddenly, it doesn’t really matter that much anymore. sure, he’s a bit bummed he didn’t get to see it in person, and he didn’t get to see it with you, but he has you. forever. like the sun. burning bright, looking after him.
“also,” you say, looking very proud of yourself, “the next one’s in 2044. let’s make sure we don’t miss that one, okay?”
that’s…twenty years in the future.
when dokyeom clings to you a little more while you sleep that night, he thinks you already know the reason why.
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taglist: @bookyeom @wootify @strnsvt @cloudycaramel @thepoopdokyeomtouched @minnieminshi @nonononranghaee @hrts4hanniehae @viewvuu
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atlantis-area · 1 month
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Throwback SHINee: Minho at Music Core (Don't Call Me, 210227)
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julesyoufool · 11 months
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There is no one left in the world that I can hold onto
There is really no one left at all
There is only you
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ineed-to-sleep · 1 year
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so she said what's the problem baby? what's the problem I don't know well maybe i'm in love(love) think about it every time i think about it can't stop thinking bout it
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illiana-mystery · 5 months
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arkiwii · 7 months
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welcome to rhodes island, my pharmeutical company. here we want to restore equality in society and cure a terminal disease. let me present you to some of our operators
we have dorothy franks. she's a very brillant scientist and created an huge amalgam resulting from an experience using innocents lives, which almost destroyed the entire country it was in. she's really nice and kind
there we have loughshinny dublinn, they served as the leader of a terrorist revolutionary group that caused several assaults in victoria. they did not meant it
here's w. she's also a terrorist but she meant it
hey here's lappland saluzzo. her disease has rendered her completely mad and she is behind countless slaughters. i forgot why she's here
and here's ho'olheyak, she did several murder attempts on me. we can change the subject if you want
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unclewaynemunson · 1 year
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Steve comes home into a dark and suspiciously quiet living room. A short moment of the all-too-familiar fear that's always lurking in the back of his mind flaring up inside of him is immediately followed by a fresh breath of relief when he hears muffled voices emerge from behind a door down the hall.
He kicks off his shoes and quietly walks on socked feet towards the sound. In the doorframe, he stills to observe the scene inside the room: Eddie is crawled into bed with Katie, both of them tucked underneath her bright pink bedsheets. She's resting heavily against Eddie's chest and his hand is stroking through her hair, while a book is resting in his lap.
'Then he looked beyond the thorn bushes, out into the big dark night,' Eddie reads to her. 'Nothing could be further than the sky. "I love you right up to the moon," he said, and closed his eyes.'
Neither Eddie nor Katie notice Steve standing there and he can't help the smile creeping onto his face.
'"Oh, that's far," said Big Nutbrown Hare,' Eddie continues. '"That is very, very far."' He flips a page. 'Big Nutbrown Hare settled Litttle Nutbrown Hare into his bed of leaves. He leaned over to kiss him goodnight.'
Eddie himself also leans down to press a kiss against Katie's forehead.
'Then he lay down close by and whispered with a smile: "I love you right up to the moon - and back."'
He softly closes the book and brushes some hairs out of Katie's face, a soft smile lingering around the corners of his mouth. Steve can see that her eyes are already closed and that her lips are slightly parted; she looks peaceful, completely different from how she was when Steve had to leave the house.
'Hi,' Steve whispers, tiptoeing into the room.
Eddie's smile brightens when he looks up and meets his gaze.
'You got her to stop crying?' Steve asks, still whispering.
Eddie nods. 'I think her headache's finally gone,' he answers. He shuffles a little bit, cautious not to wake Katie, then pats the space beside him. Steve crawls next to Eddie underneath the blanket; the bed is small but they manage to make it fit, and Eddie presses a chaste kiss to his cheek when he's settled.
Steve feels the exhaustion of the long day wash over him in a sudden wave. Without another word, he drops his head onto Eddie's shoulder and closes his eyes.
He hears a soft chuckle close to his ear, then feels a hand grab his fingers and bring them upwards to press a kiss against the back of his hand.
'I love you to the moon and back,' Eddie whispers against his skin.
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kotaki · 1 year
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hirogaru sky! pretty cure ♡ ending messages
↳ episode fifteen → cure lovely
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talaricula · 8 months
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I'm seeing lots of speculation in the wake of the unwanted guest about whether absorbing Loveday's soul is what made Cytherea snap and sure, I see the theory, but personally as a cancer survivor I have never ever questioned why Cytherea snapped
Cancer is an existentially terrifying, often debilitatingly painful and/or exhausting illness, that, if not cured, takes over your body bit by bit, gets into the highly essential bits which increases the suffering and/or fundamentally changes you as a person, makes you extremely vulnerable and dependent on others, and almost inevitably kills you unless you get it when you're old enough and die of old age first instead. Its treatment is often just as painful and exhausting as the illness, or even more so, and doesn't always work. When you have cancer, there are two ways out: being cured (preferable) or, when that is not an option, deciding for yourself when you have reached the point where the suffering is so bad and the outlook so non existent that you would rather die now rather than later after even more and worse suffering.
And John took both of those options away from Cytherea and from her entire line of descendants. When he had the option to cure them all all along. Idk about y'all but the revelation in Nona that John could cure cancer was the number one earth shattering realisation for me. He did this to her, and to the entire Seventh House, on purpose.
This is the first giant betrayal to me. For generation after generation, for TEN THOUSAND YEARS, this man let the heirs of the Seventh House be sick for functionally their entire lives, likely starting in childhood, go through an incalculable amount of painful and exhausting experimental treatments bc he didn't even bring modern medicine into his New Order, and die in their twenties or thirties at best, when he could have STOPPED THIS ALL ALONG with little more effort than snapping his fingers.
Second big betrayal is towards Cytherea herself, but basically the same point : he could have cured her at any time. Before she became Lyctor, possibly, since we're not sure how static Lyctor bodies are, but Mercy's powers, Harrow's lobotomy and Ianthe's arm suggest that it would have been an option afterwards too. And he didn't. He let her have cancer for TEN THOUSAND years without curing her. And he calls himself her friend. Absolutely fuck that bastard.
Third big betrayal is the same betrayal that he inflicts on all the other Lyctors, but imo worse bc of Cytherea's illness. It seems from the books that Lyctors are, if obv not functionally immortal, at least Very Difficult to kill. Consequently, John demands Cytherea's loyalty not only in the form of killing the person she loves the most in the world, but in the very same act, in the form of cutting off the One escape route she has left out of the suffering he's purposefully keeping her in. In short, he takes the one person away from her who she perhaps doesn't resent depending on and, in the same act, makes it A Lot more difficult for her to choose euthanasia. (There's meta in this about the deeply realistic and also Terrifying ableism of John "admits openly that he'll pay any price so the people he loves can't leave him" making his sick friend dependent on him by keeping her sick, taking away her (arguable) main caretaker and cutting her off from the option of leaving him by dying.)
And at the same time that the other Lyctors realise John's betrayal re: their cavaliers, Cytherea potentially realises ALL OF THIS. TEN THOUSAND years of suffering, of seeing her House suffer, on top of losing the person she cares about the most, and ALL OF IT was avoidable, and not just avoidable but EASY TO AVOID? Is it any wonder she went on a rampage to bring down John and everything he cared about and had worked towards, and that she didn't care about dying at the end (or, perhaps, was even counting on that outcome)? I had cancer (as an aware adult) for a year in the best imaginable circumstances and am still fucked up about almost a decade later. After TEN THOUSAND YEARS and learning there had been another option all along, I'd have done WAY WORSE than Cytherea. I really don't think she needed to absorb anyone's soul to get there. It is, in my opinion, a deeply understandable and realistic reaction.
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