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ahgasegotarmy116 · 5 days

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a drabble where jti!jungkook takes care of oc when she is sick 🥹

"Darling" I hear whispered in my ear, stirring me awake from my ill ridden coma.

I hum in acknowledgment, only opening one eye to block out as much light as I can, greeted with his warm smile laced with concern.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, sitting on the bed beside me and placing a kiss to my brow, partially to show affection, the other part with the purpose of checking my temperature.

"You're still burning up" he say, more to himself than me, finding out the answer to the question he had just asked as to save me from wasting the energy to provide a response.

"What's that?" I rasp out, chancing a glance at the white styrofoam cup in his hand with a red straw sticking out of it. "I know that ginger ale helps with nausea and because you have a fever I figured I would make you a slushy with it" he says, caressing my face for a second, taking in the weakened state of me.

"You wanna sit up" he asks and I nod my head, leaving him helping me up and resting me against the headboard.

I've been like this for two days and although my fever is relatively low grade we still haven't gotten it to break, leaving me listless and barely grasping on to consciousness.

He hasn't left my side unless necessary for instance to make us food or get me whatever other item I might ask him for. I haven't asked for much but he's always rushed out to get it after placing a kiss on my brow, the closest I've let him get to my lips since this fever bloomed.

"How is it?" he asks as I have been nursing the drink for the past few minutes. "Really good" I say truthfully, the ginger flavor dancing across my tastebuds while the texture of the slush cools me from the inside. The first truly refreshing thing I've consumed in the past forty eight hours.

I shiver at the feeling after a while, the chill settling in a bit too quickly and he gently asks for the cup which I offer up for him to place on the nightstand next to me.

"Anything else I can get you?" he asks and I barely shake my head 'no', taking care not to do it too hard or too fast since it'll only plague me with more dizziness than I'm currently graced with.

"How's your ear?" he asks, the cause of this fever being an ear infection that's wreaked havoc on my body in more ways than one.

"There's lot of pressure and it hurts a little but it isn't too bad" I answer truthfully and he takes a look at the time. "Should I give you some more ear drops?" he questions while running a hand up and down my thigh, a gentle caress meant to provide comfort more than anything.

"Yes please" I respond and he gives me a sad smile before helping me lay down on my side, the ear in question facing up for ease of administering antibiotics.

The cool liquid hits my ears, once, twice, thrice and the sensation soothes the heat that had been building since the last dose had withered away.

He places the bottle on the nightstand right next to the slush and takes up his seat again, rubbing my back now and trying to coax me back asleep.

"Can you lay with me?" I mumble out and I'm met with a deep chuckle. "Of course baby. Want Daddy to hold you?" he teases but I pay no mind to it and simply hum in response again.

He knows he can get away with calling himself Daddy in times like this and even I chance calling him that as well, knowing it makes him happy. He just wants to take care of me and I would love nothing more than that, no matter how silly his ways of going about it are.

He settles in next to me and drapes an arm around my waist, not cuddling in too close in fear or raising my fever and against all of my protest that's as far as he'll go.

I whine like I do every time, wanting to burry my face in his chest instead of this damn pillow that's been my companion for the past two days but he simply runs his hand up and down my side, providing me with his love and attention without chancing worsening my condition.

"I'll hold you close all you want later but we've gotta get you better first" he says, slipping his hand under the loose t shirt he's provided me to wear through this so I'm not bundled up too warm.

I shiver in response to his cold fingers now tracing patterns up and down every bare inch of skin he can find. "Your hands are cold" I groan granting me another chuckle from behind. "You'll survive" he say, scooting just a little bit closer making me smile.

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I love them sm 🥹

#jungkook fanfic #jungkook #fanfic #fanfiction #just take it ask #just take it drabble #just take it #jti

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qfzeeph · 2 months

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Suprise! You get Zeeph Writings today because I am very sick and thinking about him to keep me sane :3

♡Kaito (Vocaloid) x Reader/Master HCs [3]♡

♡Reader is Sick♡ ♡Kaito is taking care of them!!♡

☆Since he's a weird android-type thing, Kaito doesn't really get sick in the way we do. Which makes him all the more available to take care of you when you fall ill.

☆it doesn't matter what you've got. This man will be by your side until the day you recover, wether that be if you're stuck at home or in the hospital recieving care. (For the sake of this post, reader is mainly going to be ill at home.) ☆He'll happily sleep on the floor when you're too sick to share a bed. He tries to stay close by to you incase you need anything ☆if you DO need anything, he'll do his best to have it right away. Tissues, ginger ale, you name it. ☆Keeping high spirits while you're sick is important. Kaito is really good at making you feel happy even when you're feeling your worst. He'll sing lullabies to you to help you sleep, watch TV with you to make you feel less alone, and even sits on the side of your bed when he can so you can hold his hand. He won't let you feel like you're suffering alone even for a second. ☆Sometimes being sick isn't pretty. Even when you're a disgusting hot mess, he's going to be right by your side to help you clean up. Hell, he'd help you clean yourself up, send you back to bed, and then take on the rest of the cleaning on his own so you can rest. He doesn't care how gross the mess ends up being, because if it's for you it's worth it. ☆Likewise, you have a washing machine. If something gets on the scarf, it gets on the scarf. He understands human illness isn't always just the sniffles and icky things do happen. He isn't going to get mad at you if he gets a little dirty trying to care for you. ☆Kaito tries not to be too clingy while you're sick. He understands that cuddling and hugging and being attached to you at all times is more stressful than comforting when you're not feeling well. He can't wait for you to be back on your feet so he can shower you with affection again. Though, sometimes he can't help himself and leaves little kisses on the top of your hand or forehead. If he's sitting next to your bed, a little hair ruffle means the world to him. ☆The first thing he'll want to do together after you recover completely is either take you to go get ice cream or alternatively your favorite sweet dessert. He'll even pay for it since you deserve a nice treat after all you've gone through. ...so basically, I have the norovirus ;A; it is NOT fun! But thinking about my blue guy makes me feel a little better. I'm cooped up on the couch (I have a loft bed and was having a hard time getting in/out of it) with one of my Kaito plushies to keep me company. As usual, thanks for givin' a read and hope everyone is healthy! ...at least healthier than I am right now :(((

#kaito #zeephwrites #yumejoshi #yume #self insert #self ship #self shipping #writing #headcanons #reader is sick #vocaloid x reader #kaito x reader #kaito vocaloid #vocaloid

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thesongweave · 7 months

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Kidnapped

It had started with a few sniffles, and some lightheadedness a day or so after entering Rivington.

Part I

ACT III

(sickness, kidnapping, angst)

Gale x Tav ( Alathea, "Thea" )

Thea frowned as Gale shook his head, trying to cover a cough. "Love, are you all right?" She closed the gap between them, her small, delicate hand lifting to his face - first his cheek, then his forehead. The elf's frown deepened, concern clear in her features. He was usually fairly warm to begin with, but not like this.

"Oh, no, I mean yes -- I'm fine, of course." Gale forced a smile, but there was a tiredness behind his eyes. Thea dropped her hand, only to cross her arms in front of her chest.

It was early morning; most of the camp was awake by now, preparing for the day. Most were already geared up and ready to go, already finishing breakfast. Those that weren't going with Alathea chatted amongst themselves about what they planned to do, now that they would have access to a proper city.

Thea looked Gale up and down with a critical eye and a frown. "You're catching ill."

"Am not."

"Wizard." Usually, it was a term of endearment, coming from the bard, but this time there was a bit of a stern sharpness to it. Just as quickly. Alathea softened her features, green hazel eyes full of worry. "If you need to rest, love - by the gods, stay and rest." She took his face in between her hands, tilting him just so as to look at her. "Please?"

Gale hardly had it in him to argue. He was bone-weary, his head felt like it was stuffed with cotton and bricks. The wizard knew he would not be much use should there be a fight if it came down to it - he felt slow like he was moving through molasses.

"Very well - though I hardly think I'm going to do you any good from here -- "

"Gale. Love, light of my life. I will sic Jaheria and her teas on you if you do not go lie down."

That earned her a scoff and a smile before he shivered. From not far off, Jaheria could be heard with a loud, "I heard that!"

He was definitely catching a cold. Damn. Gale sighed before pulling the small elf to him, kissing her forehead. "Ever wiser than I am, it seems."

"Only when it comes to your health."

Gale grumbled incoherently, leaning forward, arms still wrapped around Thea's smaller frame, resting his too-warm forehead against hers. "What are your objectives for the day?"

"Get into the city, firstly. Get a measure of Gortash, since we procured the invite to the coronation...and find that investigator. Who knows, maybe we can even scrounge up proper lodgings for a change." Thea's eyes fluttered shut, relishing in the feel of him - it would be odd, leaving Gale at camp rather than having him at her side. But she'd rather he rest and be well than...not.

Before, it would have bothered the bard, showing so much affection for someone, especially amongst their varied group of friends. She valued her privacy as much as Gale did - but as their relationship became known, both were pleasantly surprised at how generally accepted it was by all.

So there they were, standing by the fire pit in the middle of the camp, standing in each other's arms, dragging out farewells for the day.

Thea opened her mouth to say more, but Karlach's voice boomed over her. "C'mon let's GO!" The elf looked over to Karlach and Jaheria, who were feigning (mostly) some impatience.

"Karlach, grab Halsin, would you? Gales staying back today."

Karlach tilted her head, shrugged, and jogged off to fetch the druid.

"Thea."

Her attention immediately turned back to Gale. He smiled, all exhaustion and weariness. "I love you." He murmured to her before pulling away.

"And I love you."

~*~

It was hot.

Much too hot.

Gale kicked the blanket off in frustration. Sleep had been fleeting, fitful at best. He tossed and turned, coughing.

Now he was cold.

With a grunt, the wizard pulled the blanket back up to his shoulders. He tried to settle down and get some rest.

What time was it? Cracking an eye open, sunlight poured through the cracks between the tent flap - much, much too bright. Probably midday, at the latest.

Thea and the others wouldn't be back for hours yet. Gale groaned, head and muscles aching.

Perhaps a trip to the nearby stream would do him some good. Cool off, wash away the sweat, if nothing else.

Groggily, he stood, gathering a few bathing supplies before heading out.

As he exited the tent, Wyll and Shadowheart, who had elected to stay in camp, looked up from ... well, whatever it was they were doing, to eye him with concern. Scratch and the owlbear cub, whom Thea had dubbed as 'Chubs', napped nearby.

"Thea said you were ill. Are you sure you should be up?" Shadowheart commented with a frown.

"Just...going down to the stream to wash up. I will return shortly."

"Very well." The cleric hummed, watching him go.

It was a short trip, though it felt as if it took much longer than necessary. Gale situated towels and soaps close to the bank so he could grab them as needed.

Just as he began to disrobe, a strange sensation came over him, as if he was being watched. With a frown, the wizard turned, looking about. The wooded area had grown ominously silent.

"Look at it... wallowing about in the mud." A chill ran through Gale's spine before something struck him in the head, and all went black.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #tav x gale #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #bg3 companions #bg3 gale #gale bg3 #gale dekarios #gale romance #Orin the Red

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one-abuse-survivor · 10 months

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hey there ! anon with the abusive sister here. hope you're doing okay ! (if i've already sent in an ask pls ignore the last one—my memory is super bad rn and i cant really remember if i did or not-)

thank you so much for your kind words !! september went really well and she didn't show up ! i was a bit stressed, and did spend the first two days feeling incredibly sick from stomach cramps. on the bright side, i invited my friend down and spoke to her and her mum about the trauma and they both said that it sounds like i have ptsd (i trust them both on their opinions because my friend has ptsd from something in her childhood that affected her really badly, so she has first-hand experience about living with ptsd). they both suggested that i go to therapy, which i think my parents are warming up to, but we're all concerned about social services getting involved. we've had negative experiences with social services before, and we dont want them making a fuss of things. we're also worried that i might not be believed or that it will get downplayed as 'sibling rivalry.' although, sometimes my parents backtrack and downplay it themselves and say that it 'wasnt that bad' which really, really hurts. i've given up trying to explain how her abuse affected me and i dont really talk about it with my parents anymore, since my mum always brings up something from her childhood which was worse. sometimes i start to wonder if im making it all up for attention, and that my hatred towards her is distorting things...then i remember my lack of memories, a particular event when i was around 12/13 that terrified me, and a mental breakdown i had in the school locker room, in the middle of the day, because of the gaslighting text messages she sent me.

my sister's been causing trouble recently because it was my birthday in early december (the only birthday i can remember was last year's and the year before—i cut her off three months before that first birthday i can remember) and then it was christmas, so she wanted presents. she also changed her name to her birth father's name (we have separate dads, thank god) which upset my mum quite a lot. it didnt help that my mum's side of the family spent christmas together and never invited us down, which sucked and made us realise that, to them, my parents and i aren't very important to my toxic family members. i got over that pretty quickly, though.

i do have a question: how do i comfort myself when im triggered/feeling sad or overwhelmed from the abuse? my dog and rabbit died within three months of each other, and they were my main sources of comfort whenever things got too much or mental illness was too bad. now that they're gone, though, im finding myself feeling quite disconnected from reality—especially now that my rabbit is gone. everything seems more overwhelming then it did before. im not sleeping well, or im sleeping too much (either way im still exhausted when i get up) and i seem to be getting triggered more and more by physical touch and sounds.

thank you so much in advance !! have a nice day :D

Hi again! ❤️

I'm really glad your sister didn't show up during September after all, and really glad you had people around you who were understanding about your trauma.

I'm sorry your parents haven't been as supportive as they should be, though. It's awful that they try to downplay your abuse and tell you they went through worse. If your mum had experiences she considers "worse" than yours, then she should go to therapy herself so she can talk about them, and not use them to downplay your own experiences. Trauma isn't a competition, and what matters isn't who had it "worse". What matters is what each individual person needs so they can be safe and eventually heal and/or learn to live with their trauma. I'm glad you have proof of your sister's abuse that you can resort to when doubt starts creeping in. But just in case you need to hear it: no, you are not making anything up for attention. Your sister abused you.

Ugh, it sucks that she caused trouble again during Christmas and your birthday. It's great that you got over all of it quickly, but you shouldn't have to put up with her or any toxic family member's crap.

Also, I'm really sorry for your loss :( It's always hard to lose a pet, but I can't imagine how devastating it must be when they were your main source of comfort when triggered.

Here is a list of healthy coping skills you can check out. Since your pets used to help you, maybe you can try soothing yourself through touch, like using stuffed toys, blankets or soft clothes. They might have the same effect as holding your pets close did. Smells can also be very helpful; have you got any blankets that smell like them? Are there any other smells in general that you like and that you can carry around with you?

Something that can also help is to make an easily accessible list of things that soothe you as you find them. You can make it (and update it) when you're feeling fine, and that way, you'll be able to look at it when you get triggered and you won't have to come up with ways to soothe yourself when you're already in that state of emotional distress.

Alongside the list, you can even have an emergency box filled with things that bring you comfort, like soft toys, fidget toys, things that smell nice, or anything else you can think of that might distract you or make you feel better. When I made mine, I filled it with sticker sheets because stickers soothe me, and also with lists of all my comfort shows, movies and videogames.

Other than that, have you considered adopting another pet? It' might not be a possibility, but if it is, I think it could really help, since you already know that being near animals when you're triggered helps you calm down.

Hope some of this helps, and hope you're doing well. Sending a big virtual hug ❤

#abusive sister anon #ask #abuse tw #trauma tw #ptsd tw #gaslighting tw #gaslighting mention #pet loss #pet death #pet death tw #dissociation tw

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toujoursmiraculous · 3 years

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Thoughts and Reaction to Guiltrip!

Alright, so this one is a bit more of a serious one for me. But I'll be going in order of the episode so the more serious talk will be a bit further down! First thing we get is this lovely moment:

I've already addressed it in a post, but I'll say it again here. Guiltrip is episode 11, several episodes take place before Guiltrip that we haven't seen yet, so this is awhile after Marinette and Luka broke up. We also know that Marinette has always had feelings for Adrien, even when she was with Luka. Luka always knew that fact too. None of this is new and is to be expected, obviously, when Love Square is endgame. But! I also want to point out here that this is just a soft look. Very gentle, very common. I see people looking at each other both in real life and in other shows all the time. A look that says "I adore you". And I think it's sweet! Very subtle, but enough. Something's wrong with Rose. We never get told (in this episode anyway) what it is, but it's a chronic illness that's a worry in Rose's life, ever since she was young. I feel really bad for Juleka, knowing that her friend's been struggling with an illness, and whenever something happens she has to worry about it alone. Also that really sucks when you try to cheer somebody up and make a joke, that because you were mislead about a situation you end up making things worse. Poor Marinette. :c Adrien when he realizes he's bumped into someone (and the pink bubbles to remind us of Marinette's feelings for him):

Adrien when he realizes just who it was he bumped into!:

Scroll up now and look at how Marinette was looking at Adrien earlier that day. It's the exact same look. Yet, something feels different from usual to me, idk. But continuing on. Marinette gets slightly jumbled with her words, but manages to give herself a kick and says nope not now! Good for her! You can't expect to change overnight, but she's working on it.

She looks to the side, gathering her surroundings for a split second and she misses the top step. I'd like to say that this is just a joke for the show but well, this kind of thing has happened to me a lot because I'm that much of a klutz so I feel for her here. (On Halloween I forgot that there was another step as I was walking down as I wasn't paying attention. I couldn't walk on my foot for 2 weeks. It's a serious problem, guys. Really. xDD) Marinette had told Adrien she's concerned it was something she said that upset Juleka and Adrien tells her while sometimes she doesn't make sense, what she says is never mean. This scene reminds me of when Ladybug's worried about something and Chat Noir's there to keep her grounded and remind her of how things really are. I very much appreciate seeing such a scene with Adrienette! Makes the Love Square much more rounded. Also the way he stops her and says let him go talk to her to try to help the situation and any possible misunderstandings from taking place. ;-;

Can I just say... oh my gosh. He went from determined, to hearing Marinette trying to comfort her, to looking with confidence "This girl is amazing." and the whole Ladynoir vibe I'm getting from this scene makes me happy. The thing that's unrealistic about this scene though is you expect to tell me that 8 kids went down those stairs and came up behind them and Marinette, Adrien, and Juleka didn't hear? XD Now here's where the serious comes in. Rose is hospitalized with an illness we don't know about, but has been a long-term thing that has Juleka really worried a lot. That must be so stressful :c I'm going to be honest and say I never really saw Julerose romantically. Like I can see how people do, but to me, I could see that their bond was really unique. It didn't really fit completely in the "BFF" category either. But if felt like there was more to them that I didn't really understand. I think the best example off the top of my head was during Zombizou, when Rose was going to help Chloe after she slid down Chat's stick and she went too fast for him to catch her. Juleka seemed especially worried and concerned for her. Rose never seemed to get concerned about Juleka in the same way Juleka was about Rose. Juleka's always been more protective and worried and it was always one of those things that made me go "hmm, interesting". Now this episode finally explains why and I'm honestly super glad for it. Because this kind of a relationship is not a common one in media, especially kids media. Partially because having such serious illnesses in young people is not particularly common, and having someone who's so caring and protective of that person is even less common. And most people probably don't realize how amazing it is to have health problems and then have someone in their life who acts like Juleka does for Rose. I had a life-threatening illness as a kid, one that still affects me greatly today. When in school, my friends knew about it without me having to say anything unfortunately, and while they didn't usually treat me differently, sometimes they were pretty ignorant and didn't understand why I wasn't "normal" like them. They asked questions that were harder ones to answer, and tended to forget my answers. I got a lot of "I know you have X problem but I still don't see why you can't..." as well as thinking I was lying if I said I wasn't well and couldn't go to a party, and that was hard to deal with, being limited in what you can do which makes you different and being judged for things out of your control. So seeing these kids who only know something's wrong with her, but are willing to do so much to make her life better and happier, not judging her at all, wanting to take care of her no questions asked was really heart-warming for me. I only had one friend during that time that was anything close to this. I never had to explain anything to him if I didn't want to. He never asked me personal questions I didn't want to answer. And he seemed to know what he could do to make things for me easier if I was having a hard time without me ever saying so. And this is another reminder to me that this show is aimed at kids. To show kids that they'll likely encounter someone around their age that's going through something serious like a health problem, and what that kid needs most is kindness and not to be made to feel like they're even more different from the other kids than they already feel. The way they handled that aspect of it for such a short, limited intro to it, I think they did good. I discussed this next bit with a friend. She mentioned it first, the trope where those with chronic or serious illnesses are usually an "inspiration". With this episode, you kind of get the feeling that because Rose's been through so much, she's therefore a really positive and bubbly person and it kind of gives off the vibe that if you don't view things the way she does, then you're not doing it right. "What matters isn't the problem, but how you handle it." While I agree with this, and that when you come out of or regularly deal with

such hard times, automatically trying to see the world better and brighter can easily happen, but it's not exactly realistic either, at least not to the extent Rose and other people the media has portrayed. For one, I think you have to have always been more of that kind of person from the start to realistically be so positive. As my friend said and I agree, positivity is just who Rose is, she's not who she is just for the sake of a trope. But honestly, when you've gone through something so difficult, and if life continues to throw you more difficulties on top of it, being positive so much can sometimes turn into a negative and be harmful too. When you've been through a lot, it's important to allow yourself to feel the negative too because it's part of dealing with such problems. And if you've been through a lot in life and you haven't come out of it being all sunshine and rainbows, always looking on the brighter side of things, that's perfectly okay. Life's hard and tends not to work out how we'd like, or even for the better sometimes. If being positive and hopeful after struggling is hard to do, you're not bad or wrong for feeling that way, everybody handles things differently. c: ANYWAY, moving on to the rest of the episode! Juleka being all irritated and worried that the class was going to expose her spilling Rose's secret xD While the situation isn't ideal, it's nice that this is the most involved she's seemed with everyone in the entire duration of the show. But Rose knows something's up, and I love that she talks to her about it and realizes that she should've told everyone herself instead of Juleka being the only one who knew. Which has been such a burden on her. (Oh no, what if this is a reflection of Alya knowing Marinette's Ladybug later on? I'm hoping not.) Ugh these children and how much they care about Rose! These kids are the absolute best. But then they kind of ruin it a little with going overboard. Which, frankly, I think is just ignorance of her situation really. I mean, we don't know what exactly is wrong with Rose. Just that she ends up in the hospital. If they knew about her condition, what causes her to get sick, what to look out for, etc, they'd be much more informed and much less likely to be frantic whenever something's not perfectly "normal" with her. All of these kids are going to be overprotective parents someday, aren't they?

Okay so like... are Adrien and Marinette going to question at all how Ladybug and Chat Noir showed up immediately after Juleka was akumatized, and no damage had happened outside of the school for it to be known to the public? Literally the only ones that could've possibly known were the class to have shown up that fast. ??? I am confusion. "I can't help my best friend face his father." "No, Nino..." Two things: The fact that THIS is what he's feeling guilty about? My poor Nino! Dx I just love him, he really doesn't get enough love and appreciation imo. Also, um, isn't Ladybug like right by Chat? Didn't she hear that? What? Idk but I feel like we're really missing something here. Usually we get things that are kind of hints, that make us wonder if they know right, but this? This is a bit too blaring-in-your-face, and there's two major things so close together. Really strange. Chat about to use Cataclysm on himself. Good grief that was not expected. Chat Blanc threatened to destroy himself along with everything else. Now Chat Noir while affected with negative emotions from an akuma almost Cataclysmed himself. This show really is getting deep and dark isn't it. o.o Also is there something Adrien needs to work out with someone...? Daizzi and Rose saying the other's so cute, ugh they're both so cute! And Pigella's costume and transformation is so adorable omg. Okay so Pigella's power allows people to see their biggest wish, the thing that'd make them the most happy and feel positive emotions. I know some people probably think "That's it?" Considering that Shadow Moth preys on people's negative emotions, such a power is actually extremely useful facing Shadow Moth. (And let's not forget, that while that's her power, she has the ability to fight and make a difference just from being transformed too) BUT AWWW Juleka's wish! And her face when Pigella said it aloud. ;-; Am I the only one wondering if Pigella may someday use her power on Shadow Moth and that's how they learn his motive? I'm so impressed with how Rose knew how to handle everything. She knew she can't slip up with Juleka. She knew to sneak away to detransform and come back as Rose. She knew to subtly give the Miraculous back so nobody would ever know she had it. Even Chat Noir had no idea! I don't know why, I'm just so very proud of that. "She doesn't need a Miraculous to be a superhero." She really has the characteristics of one, and I can't wait to see more of Pigella. Also I'm really wondering. This scene here:

All the kids that are part of that friend group are there...except Marinette and Adrien, of course. Alya knows why Marinette isn't there. But is she wondering about why Adrien isn't there too? LOL Marinette being like "I'm taking your pillow back, sorry! Gotta wait for it like everyone else." and the boys being like LE GASP. Marinette's right, she's not fragile! The fact Rose jokes with her and makes everyone laugh, and Chloe saying "Hey, why doesn't everyone laugh when I say something like that?!" Adrien: Because in your case, it's never a joke. Chloe: Hm, that's true. Which is super funny, especially how he just so casually says it. But also it really shows again how Chloe wants to be liked. She wishes the kids would laugh when she makes comments, but it's because they're said in a serious/obnoxious way, instead of making light of something like in Rose's case here, that they don't. I know she talked about it with Ladybug in an episode, but it again shows that that's what she'd like. All that needs to happen is someone helping her get there. Maybe Zoe and Luka will somehow help with that later on. Anyway, this was a really great episode! I feel like some things might not make quite as much sense as they should if we got it in order, but what can you do when Gloob has to air them? Even a friend of mine who's been doing what she can to avoid spoilers, still got spoiled. She's having to delete tumblr to avoid future spoilers because people can't help themselves and tag things properly. So thanks Gloob. :P All we wanted was the episodes in order. We've waited this long for S4, we can wait a bit longer. But they gotta make money I guess. I'm glad other countries are trying their best to keep it in order anyway. c: Guiltrip also has some really great Adrienette moments, and covered a more serious topic which was really interesting and shows how much the show's changing. Especially with some of the choice of camera angles and movements! Like the zoom-in on the door with Adrien and Marinette, the boys LE GASP scene. Very cool artistic choices! Looking forward to the episodes that come before this one to try to help fill in some of the gaps! And apologies to those that frequently read these posts from me, I started writing it up late and couldn't finish so you get it the day after instead. xD

#ml #miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #ml season 4 spoilers #guiltrip spoilers #adrienette #juleka couffaine #rose lavillant #adrien agreste #marinette dupain-cheng #thoughts and reaction to guiltrip #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #miraculous ladybug spoilers

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mellometal · 3 years

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Is it time to tear ANOTHER Dhar Mann video to shreds? YOU BET.

I've been sitting on this one for a bit because I wanted to make sure I talk about this tactfully. The subject of parents abandoning their disabled children is a very touchy one.

Parents abandoning their disabled children simply for being disabled is way too common. Like, I understand that not everyone has the resources to care for a disabled child (which is why you reach out for help, and why people like me, who work with disabled people, exist), but it doesn't mean you just walk out of their life. There are exceptions, like if you truly didn't want children or something like that, but just flat-out walking out of your kid's life BECAUSE they're disabled is fucked up.

I know someone personally whose biological mother abandoned her when she was born. Why? Because she's disabled. Physically, and mentally, to a point. I work with this woman on a daily basis. I don't really know WHY exactly her biological mother abandoned her, but I do know that her being disabled was part of it. It's sad. It doesn't affect her, thankfully. I'm happy that she's got her biological dad, her brother, and another maternal figure in her life, at least.

ANYWAYS. Before we get to the topic at hand, I need to put an obligatory trigger warning, like I do with EVERY Dhar Mann post:

This post will be talking about parents abandoning their disabled children simply for being disabled, treating disabilities like they're tragedies (in this case, we're talking about autism...again), divorce, and some SPICY ableist bullshit from an allistic (nonautistic) PIECE OF SHIT.

If any of this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable in any way, you don't have to read this post. This isn't worth putting yourself in a bad state mentally. I would never ask for any of you to put yourselves in that position all for a post. Put your mental health and well-being first. Consume media that sparks joy for you.

As far as my response goes, it's definitely more calm than normal. Funny....since this video is about autism spectrum disorder again. (Third time's the charm, huh, Dhar Mann? NOT.)

LET'S FUCKING GET IT.

The video starts off with these two parents (Gwen and Allen) in a psychologist's office. The psychologist tells the parents that their son (Chance) is autistic, and she tries to explain what autism is to the parents, but Allen cuts her off. Why? Because he teaches at a prestigious university, so he AUTOMATICALLY knows what autism is from that fact alone.

Um, excuse me? Just because you're a teacher at a prestigious university, it doesn't mean you're an expert in everything. It doesn't make you an expert in ASD or anything like that. Unless you SPECIALIZE in that area. Even then, shut the fuck up. The people who know about being autistic are AUTISTIC PEOPLE THEMSELVES! SHOCKER.

Hey, Dhar Mann! QUIT WITH THE VIDEOS ABOUT AUTISTIC LITTLE WHITE BOYS AND YOUNG WHITE AUTISTIC CISHET MEN! I'M SICK AND TIRED OF IT. It's annoying, ignorant, and it feels like you're doing this on purpose at this point to piss people off. If you're so uninformed about autism in women and girls, FUCKING ASK AUTISTIC WOMEN AND GIRLS! DO BETTER RESEARCH THAT DOESN'T INVOLVE AUTISM SPEAKS. The Autism Self Advocacy Network (ASAN) and the Autistic Women and Nonbinary People Network (AWN) are great organizations to go to for any kind of research on ASD in women and girls. STOP GOING OFF OF THE BRAINS OF AUTISTIC WHITE BOYS AND AUTISTIC WHITE MEN.

I don't feel I need to go too deep into the fact that autistic women, autistic girls, autistic nonbinary people, autistic BIPOC, autistic AAPI, autistic LGBT people, autistic teenagers, and autistic adults exist. Y'all already know.

Gwen asks the psychologist if that means Chance isn't healthy. (I understand not knowing about autism, but don't treat it like it's a terminal illness. Please.) The psychologist tells her that Chance is fine, but he just learns differently and might need more support compared to his peers.

Yeah, autism can affect how you learn about certain things (limited and repetitive patterns), but there are other disabilities that can affect learning as well. Like how dyslexia can affect your ability to read, dyspraxia can affect your ability to do math, and Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD) can affect your ability to focus or on impulse control. Autism affects how your brain is developed, it affects you socially, behaviorally, and how you communicate.

Allen is upset, says that he can't have a son "with a learning disability" (ASD is a neurological disability, not necessarily a learning disability), and treats Chance like he's stupid for being autistic. Gwen tells her husband that autism doesn't make you any less intelligent, WHICH IS SO FUCKING TRUE. ABSOLUTE FACTS. I was totally with her until she began that little monologue with "Just because a person HAS autism". SAY "JUST BECAUSE A PERSON'S AUTISTIC" INSTEAD! IT'S NOT HARD. PERSON FIRST LANGUAGE ISN'T WHAT EVERY DISABLED PERSON PREFERS. Allen says that "they could have another kid" and "put Chance up for adoption". Gwen obviously wasn't down with that. Allen gives his wife an ultimatum that it's either HIM or their son Chance. Gwen says that she can't choose between the two, but she will stand by her autistic son. Allen gets up and leaves the office, saying he wants a divorce.

Years pass by, Gwen is single and taking care of her autistic son Chance, and Allen has a new life with a ✨perfect son✨ (Samuel). He never mentions the son HE abandoned (Chance). He's completely forgotten about Gwen and Chance. (YOU OWE SO MUCH CHILD SUPPORT, ALLEN.)

Hey, Allen, how much do you wanna bet that your ✨perfect son✨ Samuel is autistic too?

There's the SATs, they're announcing a winner, and guess who it is? IT'S OBVIOUSLY CHANCE, OF COURSE. He's got the highest score in the country, with Samuel in second place. Allen is PISSED.

Chance gives a speech about how his mom really helped him, he struggled with autism, how Allen LITERALLY ABANDONED HIM, and THE CROWD GOES FUCKING WILD. Samuel, instead of being a sore loser, APPLAUDS FOR CHANCE. Stay humble, Sam.

My thoughts on the video? If you cannot tell by my tone throughout this post, IT WAS DOG SHIT. This video was insensitive to the true reality of parents abandoning their disabled children just because they're disabled. What do I expect from Dhar Mann at this point?

Here's my response to his video below. Don't worry, I will fully type out my response soon for anyone who cannot read the screenshots easily. It's a lot easier for me to do that on the desktop site than it is for me to do it on my phone.

For anyone who can’t read my response, I’m typing it out for you. Like I said, it’s easier for me to type it out on the desktop site than it is for me to type it out on my phone. It’s a real royal pain in the ass. But because I’m trying to make my posts easier to read for people, I’m doing this anyway. /lighthearted

First, second, and third screenshots (broken up into paragraphs):

Hey, listen, I appreciate the message you’re trying to go for, but can you please stop putting autistic people into a box? Can you stop treating being autistic like it’s a tragedy? Not every single autistic person is a little white boy in elementary school who’s considered “wild and unruly” or “super quiet and makes no friends”, nor are they a young white cishet man who’s a super genius or is how Chris Chan was before she came out as trans. (For anyone who doesn’t know about Chris Chan, there are many documentaries people have made on YouTube, and I highly recommend Geno Samuel’s docuseries, if you’re really interested in learning about Chris Chan.)

Autistic women, girls, nonbinary people, BIPOC, APPI, LGBT people, teenagers, and adults all exist too.

It’s very apparent now that you get your resources from Autism $peaks, a hate group that spends the vast majority of their money on funding eugenics instead of helping autistic people like they claim, claims that only little white boys and young white cishet men are autistic and ignores all other autistic people who don’t fit that description, have no autistic people on their leader board or on any board for that matter, have members who have actually fantasized about k1lling their autistic children, treat autism like it’s a tragedy or a disease someone can catch (completely false), act like autism should be cured (there is no cure, and ABA therapy is a total shit show in itself), and treats autistic people like they’re broken and need to be fixed. Also, not every autistic person is a Super Genius(tm). That’s so demeaning to autistic people who aren’t seen as intelligent in any way. I’m autistic and seen as smart; however, there are subjects I’m stronger in than others.

If you can’t handle the possibility of having autistic children, or just disabled children in general, DON’T HAVE CHILDREN. If you can’t handle working with or alongside disabled people, including autistic people, maybe find a different profession. Even if you do that, you’ll never get away from disabled people. Disabled people aren’t a disease. We’re human beings just like neurotypical and able-bodied people.

Fourth and fifth screenshots (broken up into paragraphs):

I would highly suggest getting resources from reputable organizations for ASD, such as the Autism Self Advocacy Network (ASAN) and the Autistic Women and Nonbinary People Network (AWN). Talk to any autistic person who isn’t a little white boy or a young white cishet man.

Instead of using the puzzle piece, which is a symbol that many autistic people, myself included, are offended by (because of Autism $peaks and other organizations before them using it, plus it symbolizes that only autistic children exist and that we’re “missing a piece” like we’re broken), use the rainbow infinity sign (for all neurodivergent people) or the red and gold infinity sign (just for autistic people). Instead of “lighting it up blue”, light it up red or gold. Do both if you want.

I’m actually really sick and tired of seeing just autistic little white boys and young autistic white cishet men being represented in the media, and y’all manage to fuck that up too.

Before anyone mentions Sia’s movie “Music”, that’s also very poor representation of autistic girls. Besides, the actress who played the autistic girl isn’t even autistic. She MOCKED autistic people. I know she’s a kid, but that’s still super fucked up. I hope she’s able to turn that around.

If anyone would like to discuss this topic with me or ask any questions, feel free to. I’ll answer as best as I can. Thank you and have a good night.

Before I get attacked for mentioning Chris Chan in my response, I bring up Chris Chan because allistic people think that every autistic person is like her (especially before she came out as trans). That person is part of why I wasn't open about being autistic or talking about my diagnosis until this year. I didn't want to be grouped up with Chris Chan because I do have very similar interests to her, I've been seen as cringey for having said interests, and just the way Chris treated autistic people who were formerly diagnosed with A$p3rg3r$ $yndr0m3 (like I was) really made me feel even more alienated.

Also, S1a supports A$ (Autism $p3aks). She's not a very good person to support. Some of her music is good, but her as a person....no. Her movie "Music" was gross, from what I've read about it and seen pictures of.

If you've read this far, thank you so much!

#mello speaks #dhar mann #dhar mann talk #dhar mann will live to regret his decision to make these fucked up cringe videos #dhar mann will live to regret his decision uwu #dhar mann is a piece of human garbage #please stop supporting dhar mann #autism isn't a tragedy #we need better representation for autistic people who aren't little white boys or young white cishet men #dhar mann is a cringe ass nae nae baby #tw abandonment #tw ableism #cw sia mention #cw chris chan mention #tw dhar mann

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martin-ftw · 3 years

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New Hollow Knight Story!

My first long story and first written piece about Hollow Knight!

This one is inspired from an ask from @arty-cakes and all their art in general,

as well as many others in the community, including @scribbleshanks , @fly-sky-high-hollow-knight , @payasita , @soft-quirrel , @chipper-smol, @mipexch and many many many other fantastic artists that would simply take too long to list out. Just wanted to thank these amazing people before I start. ^^

PS: Unsure what title to give, I'm just gonna use a cliché one until someone gives me a better one lmao

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The adventure

"Bury the knight with her broken nail, bury the... pri.. priest?"

"In his tattered gown, Myla"

"Oh, right, right, thanks Clothy"

Chapter 1: Myla and Cloth

The two of them walk out of the mines to the orange, blindingly bright crossroads. Myla sits on top of Cloth, drowsily holding a pickaxe while Cloth is in a combat-ready position, holding out her weapon and traversing through the crossroads.

"This place gives me the creeps, the mines are much more peaceful, I hate orange" said Myla, in a resentful tone.

"Its dangerous around here, we should get up as fast as we can" said Cloth in reassurance.

"I'd throw my pickaxe at them if it wasn't for the blunted head from all the mining" replied Myla, joyfully.

With chuckles and giggles, they ascend the platforms and up the well to Dirtmouth

"Oho, what brings you two up here?" Elderbug, surprised

"Nothing much, we came to see Hornet! Myla's a little sick so we was wanted to check her out and make sure she's fine" replied Cloth as Myla climbs down her club carefully.

"Ah I see, I'm sure she'll be fine! Hornet's in sly's shop, they're probably training with the knight, would like to sit for a while?"

"Hmm sure we ca-"

As Cloth accepted the offer, a loud "-SHAW!" is heard from Sly's basement

Myla, intrigued, "But I wanna see what they're doing! Can we go watch?"

"If you say so, Myla, --Elderbug you wanna come with?" said Cloth, bringing Myla up her head.

"I'm fine, combat's not my cup of tea. You two have fun down there!"

And like that, they wave their goodbyes and part their ways, with the Cloth duo going into Sly's shop.

Chapter 2: The action

Myla and Cloth cheerily descend to the basement, loud metal clangs can be heard even outside the shop

"You're agitated today arent you, little ghost" said Hornet, panting in a parry pose.

The knight shrugged and signed the words "I guess", learning the lesson of not attacking during enemy parries.

As the knight charges up their nail art, Hornet breaks out of parry and uses a spike attack, suspending string-spike balls in the arena. The knight releases a powerful cyclone slash, the one they just learned from Mato, slashing the spiky balls into the corner of the room

Myla let out a "Woah" as the knight approaches Hornet, preparing a dash slash.

*Clang*

The nail hitting was so loud it could be heard from deepnest. Startled by the sound, Cloth hugged Myla closely and they closed their eyes from reflex.

Opening their eyes, Sly is seen in between the knight and hornet, with his nail stopping knight's nail from hitting Hornet. How did he get there so fast?

"Good job knight, nice timing on the art." commented Sly, satisfied.

"Hey that's no fair, you already beat me twice!" exclaimed Hornet, exhausted.

The knight lower their nail, and notice the Myla duo standing next to the ladder.

"Hi", waved the knight, the easiest sign language they know that even Myla would understand.

Hornet sits down and turns her head over, while Sly walks toward the Clyla duo.

"That was awesome!" said Cloth, thrilled.

The ghost smiled, signing "Thanks" to the duo as Myla jumps up and down excitedly.

Regaining her strength in mere seconds, Hornet stands up and swings over, "It'd be better if I won, ghost is way too strong. -What are you two doing here?"

"Ah, right, Myla is a little sick, she's experiencing some memory lost and drowsiness" Cloth says, as Myla eagerly touches the knight's upgraded Coiled nail, intrigued as always.

"I think the infection is creeping into the mines, we should give her some treatment" said Hornet, concerned.

With that, Sly clears off the floor of dust and spikes and the 5 of them ascend the ladder.

Chapter 3:

Chapter 3.1: Lifeblood

The 5 of them come out of the shop to meet Elderbug, the cool dude.

"Oho we got quite the party here, you guys heading down?" said Elderbug joyfully, holding a flower in his hands.

"Yeah, we're gonna give the Mantis bros a visit, Myla needs some lifeblood, she's a little sick." replied Hornet, causally.

"Oh I hope you're well little guy," Elderbug said to Myla, patting Myla's head as she delicately touches the petals of the flower, "Safe journey down there you guys, the crossroads give a stink."

"Thanks Elderbug, we'll be careful. Sly would you like to come with us?"

"Uhh, sure thing! It's been a while since I've visited my buddies", said Sly.

With that, they descend the well into the crossroads.

Chapter 3.2: Mantis village

"Myla, are you okay? Is it the mushrooms or the acid?" Cloth said while the knight looks up in concern.

"No no, I'm fine, just a little sleepy" Myla yawned, adjusting her sit.

"Take a nap then little guy, we'll be there in no time" said Cloth and Hornet, almost in unison

They chuckled, entering the mantis village.

A mantis warrior bows upon seeing the knight, welcoming their entry, the knight politely bows back.

They travel through the village and gets to the bottom of the village, where they meet the Mantis lords. They stand up and bow while the 5 travellers bow back.

"It's been a while, what brings you lots here?", said the tallest mantis.

"If we could, we are here to take some Lifeblood, Myla is a little ill" said Hornet while the knight looks at the sleeping Myla on top of Cloth.

Due to the lack of care, most lifeblood cocoons in Hallownest have died down, remaining only 2 active and reproducing cocoons: The one in Mantis village surviving due to the care from the Mantis tribe; and a man-made cocoon Joni's repose, an artificial breeding center made by the knight with the power of both Joni's blessing and lifeblood core.

"Ah why of course, we wish the little one well!"

As the knight carried Myla and climbed up the wall to the lifeblood cocoon, Hornet proceeded to chat with the Mantis lords.

"How's the deepnest going? Still giving you guys trouble?"

"Ah though there are occasional intruders, they seem to have calmed down after..." She paused, "after your mother ascended" continued the other Mantis lord

"Its okay, I'm over it, the knight gotta do their mission afterall." sighed Hornet.

"Is the little one getting infected? Is she okay?" said the tallest Mantis, shifting the center of attention to alleviate the atmosphere

"Oh, yes, the infection from crossroads are creeping into the mines and Myla is mildly affected. I'm sure she'll be fine with us around" said Cloth, optimistically.

"The crossroads are infected? Since when?" exclaimed one of the lords.

The knight, standing on the ledge of the Lifeblood cocoon, turned down and signed "Dreamers"

"I see, though with the temple being in the center, it's no wonder the place gets flooded. Please wish Elderbug well for us when you return to Dirtmouth."

"Will do!" said Cloth and the knight nodded in agreement.

Time passes while the party chats with the Mantis Lords, especially Sly as he's a newcomer to the village.

"You guys doing good up there?" said Cloth, "Need our help?"

The knight gives them a thumbs-up as they carefully cutopen the Lifeblood seed with their nail, feeding the Lifeblood to Myla.

"She looks sleepy," commented by one of the Mantis, "Does she need a place to sleep? We have a bench in our village protected by one of our senior warriors."

As she says this, the knight waves their tiny hands, holding Myla's pickaxe on one hand and pointing to the blunt unsharpened edges on her pickaxe with the other.

"How observant, little ghost, you want to find the Nailsmith?" Replied Hornet.

Decide the future of the story

Route 4a: All 5 members to Nailsmith

Route 4b: Myla+Cloth rest at Mantis village, Sly+Hornet+Knight to Nailsmith

Route 4c: Myla+Knight rest at Mantis village, Sly+Hornet+Cloth to Nailsmith

Click here to vote for the future!

I have ideas for all 3 scenarios so just choose to your heart :D

Thanks again to the amazing hollow knight community producing many beautiful art and intriguing fanfic/AUs, curious to see which route wins :D

Edit 1: Spelling mistakes + pronouns

#hollow knight #clyla

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 4 years

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2. REBIRTH

Rule 1: The human whose name is written in this journal shall die.

This was someone's handwriting. Probably some bizarre joke or elaborate social experiment. "What the fuck is this," Erik mumbled in disgust staring at the words. Someone's sick sense of humor? He reclined in his leather chair waiting for someone to tell him he was being recorded. Looking at the office phone on his desk, he anticipated the ring. At any moment, Gloria would call up and he'd return the prop to whatever production, laughing it off while refusing to sign the release. He checked his watch. Any minute now. His fingers drummed on the desk in wait.

In the meantime, the first few pages of the journal had been ripped out. Whoever dropped this book had obviously taken out what they didn't want to be seen and they'd left instructions on the inside of the front cover along with some foreign symbols, symbols Erik had never seen before.

Rule 2: This entry will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.

"An elaborate prank," he mused. "Someone has way too much time on their hands." Flipping through the blank pages, he closed the journal and tucked it into his black Burberry London suitcase. Out of sight, out of mind. Reawakening his computer, he decided to split his new tasks into smaller responsibilities and divvy them out to his staff including the task of updating the user control panel for the network. He could be home in time to surprise Mika for dinner afterall.

🎶 I spent my whole life tryna make it, tryna chase it/ The cycle of a black man divided, tryna break it/ You take a loss, shit don't cry about it, just embrace it/ Minor setback for major comeback, that's my favorite/ My nigga L said, "You do a song with Nip, K. Dot he a better Crip"/ I said, "He a man first, you hear the words out his lips?/ About flourishing from the streets to black businesses?"🎶

Turning off the engine, Erik let down the garage door and exited the vehicle walking through the front door of his Rockridge craftsman home. "BABY," he called stripping off his black wool blazer to drape over his arm. Immediately he heard footsteps rushing in his direction before his woman appeared, colliding into his chest.

"Oh Captain, my Captain," Mika swooned. Her glasses were fogged and her auburn dreads were in a messy bun on top of her head. Her eyes were dewy and mildly pink. He shook his head, putting it together.

"Again?"

"It was either this or go to the protest and you forbid me to go. Besides, it's like therapy for me," she sighed. "Dead Poets Society and Good Will Hunting.. Don't look at me like that. I needed to be elevated! Too much bad news," she frowned. He knew exactly what she was feeling. He felt it too. He followed her into the kitchen where his plate sat covered in aluminum foil. It was still warm since he wasn't late like she'd expected. Kissing Mika on the forehead, he draped his blazer on the back of his chair and set the table, opening the bottle of Pink Moscato he'd purchased on the way home to pour two glasses.

"Tell me about this case."

"Well I told you about the police brutality. You've probably seen the hashtags by now. Erik? I wanted to cry. I took this job to stop shit like this and now it's happening right under my watch in my city. I knew that cop, Erik. And now when I look at him I wonder what that badge means to him--What mine means. Without it, would he shoot me like he shot that boy?"

Erik chewed silently, letting her question hang in the air. They both knew the answer, he didn't have to speak it and make things worse.

"I had a horrible case aside from that.. I've been trying not to think about it, but--" she sighed rubbing the deepening crease between her brows. "I saved a little boy today.. he was eight years old and now he has to go into the foster care system because his dad killed his mom and his sister. I-- I was too late to save them."

"You saved one and to that one, it makes all the difference."

"Now that we have the father in custody, he and his lawyer are claiming that the murders were due to a mental illness and he's got the prior diagnosis to support it. If he gets off in court because of this, I will scream. Erik, I will shoot him myself. He took a baseball bat to a child's head, Erik. A twelve-year-old girl."

Laying down his fork and knife, Erik stood walking around the table to squeeze and rub Mika's shoulders, smoothing out the balls of tension. Her head rolled and she exhaled, her body relaxing. His lips pressed gently into her jaw and he dropped to one knee, pulling her fork from her hand and grabbing both of her hands in his.

"Mika? You are great at what you do and no one could've done it any better. You saved a boy's life today and you didn't kill the other two, he did. That's on him, not you." He kissed her knuckles as her soft eyes gazed upon his. The rest of dinner went by with lighter conversation. He let her go on as long as she needed to talking about Robin Williams and his therapeutic presence in cinema and after doing the dishes, it was time to retreat into his office as was his usual routine.

He booted up his computer and logged into his emails. There were four new ones of importance relating to business. His work was never done it seemed. Reaching into his black suitcase, he pulled out a gold-colored flash drive, but paused when his fingers touched the spine of the leather journal. Who wrote this shit?

Rule 3: If the cause of death is written within the next 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen.

Rule 4: If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack.

Rule 5: After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds.

He had to take it in. The cursive semed to be written in something similar to ink but not quite. "These dumbass rules." Imagine someone sane coming up with something as ridiculous as this.

The black pen on Erik's desk shined, daring him to pick it up as his eyes flickered between it and the blank page. Nah, Erik, chill. You buggin out right now.

Erik grabbed his computer mouse, clicking to wake the computer. Clicking onto his favorite internet browser, he typed in the name of the boy who'd been shot by the cop earlier in the day. Jayson Miller. Noting various tweets, posts, and videos, he paid especially close attention to the protest that was happening in the neighborhood. Police were lined up and it was a matter of time before the National Guard got involved. He searched to find the name of the cop who'd shot Jayson but his name was protected. He decided he'd watch through the videos instead. That didn't turn up much.

An idea struck him. He knew he probably shouldn't, but the fact that he could do it and get away with it made him do it anyway. From his computer, he dusted off his old skills from high school and early college, cracking into Mika's work assigned computer from his own. He was able to easily hack the police database and find the cop on duty when Jayson got shot. Picking up the pen, he jotted down the name.

Phil Mathers.

He'd seen the guy a few times himself. Phil seemed the type to do something questionable for a few bucks and a vacation. Reading the report written by Phil himself, it read like the typical "he had a weapon" rhetoric of fear. It was as good as an admission of guilt.

"Fourty seconds to die? We'll see."

He waited for the report to come of Phil's death. Anything. Then he realized, he probably wouldn't hear about it so soon. He decided to cruise the internet in search of another current crime before stopping short realizing the most obvious option. Holding his pen, he wrote the second name.

Ronald Clump

Counting down silently, he leaned back in his chair to watch his screen. He'd refreshed the page and clicked around about six times.

"Well, guess that settles it.. This some old bullsh-"

The President of the United States suffers a heart attack. 9:22 PM.

The pen dropped from Erik's hand rolling into the floor as he gaped at the screen. A quick search showed two more sources confirming that the president had indeed passed.

"What the fuck? Nah. No. This isnt real. That was a coincidence, his old ass was in his last days. No." Jumping up, he paced the floor in disbelief. "He was gonna die anyway, it wasn't me." Stroking through his beard anxiously, he looked over to the journal sitting open on his desk. It was impossible. It didn't make any sense. He had to try it again--just to see. Because no way did this old journal have anything to do with what just happened. That would make him a murderer.

One more time.

Shutting down the computer, he moved to the bathroom he shared with his girl, showering, brushing his teeth, and running the electric massager through his scalp. When he got to bed, Mika was sitting up watching a stream of the protest. He gently took the phone from her hand exiting the stream and placing the device on a charger. He could feel her annoyance. If she couldn't be at the protest, she wanted to at least see it to feel that she was there. "Give your mind a rest, Mika. You've consumed enough death and destruction for a day." That seemed to give her pause as her face turned thoughtful, a small sigh releasing.

"You're right," she conceded laying on her side. He climbed into the bed beside her, looking her in the eyes. "Erik, I'm tired."

"I know. So am I."

A kiss on her forehead led her eyes to shut and soon he felt that she'd drifted off to sleep. After fifteen more minutes, it was clear that she had. Lifting from the bed silently, he walked into the closet pulling a pair of North Face joggers and a matching hoodie. Over the hoodie, he wore a black North Face vest and and black leather Saint Laurent Lenny sneakers. The journal, he tucked into the vest with a pen clipped inside.

While Mika slept, it was time to put the journal to the test. He swept downstairs and through the front door pulling off in his matte black Audi R8. Destination: Fruitvale.

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i-am-here-with-fanfic · 5 years

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If you're still taking requests I was hoping a bit of something self indulgent since I've been struggling lately being pretty sick. How would Toshinori react to having a female s/o that's normally pretty healthy suddenly get sick? Like it starts out as a really bad cold but processes to sometimes coughing bits of blood and having frequent asthma attacks, sometimes waking up at night unable to breath easy? I'm thinking it's pneumonia or bronchitis at this point but could use the fluff

(Well of course! This job is all about Fluffiness in bed! Coming right up:

Home Remedies (Toshinori x Reader)

Toshinori fell in love with your optimisitic self-being that he began to change subtly due to how much you influence him.

Everytime there was a problem, you were determined of what's to come.

You are strong, health-issue free. Everytime you accompanied him to the doctor's, he would feel down that you have to feel sad about his horrendous scar and health issues. Before the doctor appeared, you would kiss his lips to reassure him it would be fine.

"Look at how far you had this with you, five years beyond. This is proof that you're not giving up without a fight, I'm right here when you need me." You gave him a grin that even he smiled back.

He was prideful of being your partner. And I mean, prideful. He was more prideful than the fact that you are his, he feels mentally and emotionally better that he was by your side. His friends and coworkers have noticed that, even his successor, Midoriya was keen to notice it.

Until one day, you were chopping vegetables while Toshinori watched your cutting skills when you coughed.

That got him off guard.

You simply brushed it off, "Heh, must be the dust, I'll get cleaning after." You smiled at him, watching his face turn into a worried expression.

"I've never heard you cough before, (Y/N) what if it was something serious?" He gurroed his eyebrows, the list getting longer in his mind.

You laugh lightly, "It'll be okay, sweetie. It probably was just a one cough. Don't worry, okay?" You tiptoed to kiss his forehead.

Over the course of a week, you ended up resting in the bed, coughing every once in a while and having difficulties to breath and coughing out what was disturbing your lungs. Your chest hurts tremendously, headaches would occur from the pressure of coughing. You rarely slept because of the coughs. Toshinori was worried, very worried. You were getting sad because he was worried about you. You kept smiling at him with how you could, "I'll be fine, Toshi. It'll be over-" and you coughed in your arm, the nasty raspy cough. He was by your side with the glass of water, rubbing your shoulder, feeling awful not knowing what to do, "We should go to the doctor, (Y/N), please."

You saw he was genuinely worried about your health, how you physically look weak, with bags under your eyes, slightly palish.

"Okay...I'll go, only because you asked me..." You rubbed against his cheek, while he leaned over you to kiss it.

That night, you woke up wheezing, getting the blanket off your body to take as much air as your body needed, but need to cough. Toshinori was already wide awake to rub your back gently, worried sick about your well-being, mentally begging to take you to the clinic. You chest had multiple sharp pains as you whimpered. You nearly waved your hand desperately for jt to end, you dont know why you almost flail your hands around, only to feel a skinny hand to grab a hold of it.

He breath slowly as you slowly regain your breaths, slowly but surely. After minutes passed by, you nodded towards him, "...I need to go to the clinic, babe-" you coughed, "Please take me.."

After coming back from the clinic, you were exhausted and you couldn't help but almost rush to the bed. Only, even considering the walk to the bed made you groan in pain as you slid your feet on the floor, making your way to the bed. Toshinori held his breath and picked you up, bridal atyle to your bed.

You smiled small, cuddling against his chest, "You shouldn't...*caugh* force yourself so much, I must be very heavy." You kissed the skin you saw peaking underneath the shirt he was wearing.

"You're not heavy, sweetheart," He placed you in bed, covering you with blankets, "The only thing that is heavy is my heart when I see you in pain."

It was quiet, you blushed, couldn't helolp but smile the slightest, well, okay not really, you couldn't help but smile, kissing his cheek and quickly covering your mouth with your arm, "You're so poetic, Mr. Yagi. Okay, I'll give in...you can get inside with me."

He chuckled the slightest and got in the bed with you. You two stared at each other, you couldnt stop smiling with pain behind it, and Toshinori had his mind filled with clouds of pessimist thoughts.

"Toshi, I'm gonna get you sick, babe." You fumbled with his fingers, caressing them slightly.

"Just try aiming in my mouth." He got closer to you, nearly pressing against you.

You laughed which turned into a coughing fit in your shirt.

He wrapped his long arms around you, releasing a deep breath, apologizing for making you laugh.

You felt his hand rubbing your back, you know, where lungs uncomfortably are making your body not have the oxygen you need so bad because there was fluid.

"You keep saying everything will be okay, and it's hard for me to believe in that when the person I love has helped me find the motivation to continue. How do I have that motivation when I see you in pain?"

You coughed a bit more before responding, "Well, if motivation is what you need, just hope that I will get better, just like how I hope I get better so I won't see you so worried." You cuddled up against him.

You both nuzzled against each other, a thing you both do silently when you need the safety, the reassurance.

You hear his troubling breaths as he constantly struggled to breath with just ONE lung, while you also had difficulties breathing from pneumonia.

You were so comfortable in the position that when you closed your eyes, you fully trust that your partner was going to be there by your side, you know he was going to be by your side no matter what. You had that effect on him, just like he had that effect on you. You coughed once again, before he whispered with his eyes close, nuzzling against your face with his cheek, "I'll have hope that you get better, sweetie. I'm proud you're fighting with so much strength like you always do, (Y/N)."

You gently placed the softest kisses on his neck, before you began to rest thanks to the medicine you needed.

"Thank you, babe. Let's fight together..." You smiled small and he held your hand, almost symbollically of not letting go, "I'll be here."

"I know babe.." You responded, "I'll wake up with a smile, okay?"

He kissed your forehead, "I'll be happy, rest now, you need it."

As you fell asleep, he began working on his thoughts. He wanted you to feel better, he did! He wanted you to stop feeling so much physical pain that he was going to change his attitude towards things. He thought that if he send you many positive thoughts, that it would help speed up your recovery.

He whispered to you, multiple whispers:

"You'll have bad days, just like this, but it's why you have your head up, because you're not afraid to fight."

"I love how...even how you fell ill, it doesn't affect how you think."

"This must be hard on you, and I'm sorry I'm selfishly thinking that you should get better for my sake, but be better for yourself."

"I hope that you get a lot stronger now, you look so adorable when you sleep so peacefully."

You moved slightly to hug him better, smiling at hearing his whispers to push on against the problem you're having at this moment.

"This will be over soon, and I will get to see that beautiful smile."

"I hope my home remedies will help you recover faster."

And as you were about to ask what home remedies he was talking about, he kissed your forehead, cheeks, lips, every inch of your face he kissed and you blushed, feeling incredibly happy, really hoping for your pneumonia to end very soon.

((A/N: I hope you get better soon and you liked the story!)

#toshinori yagi #bnha toshinori #mha toshinori #all might x reader #toshinori yagi x reader #toshinori x reader #toshi x reader #reader x toshinori

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juupajaa · 5 years

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(2/2) but it didn't feel like the fear response that everyone says you're supposed to get. i like food. if i'm w/ other people i can often eat just fine. sometimes even easier, b/c i don't want to seem like i'm not eating. so i guess i'm wondering if i'm just experiencing this worry b/c i'm malnourished (i've lost 20% body weight in 5 months) & malnutrition affects the brain, or if this is what an ED can look like. b/c sometimes i feel like i'm doing all of this consciously, but also not?

Hi, I never got part 1 of this so if you wanna send it, go right ahead😇

But I can definitely say with 100% confidence that most of us feel like we're faking an ed/we're consciously deciding to be like this. I feel like a fraud pretty much everyday and I still find it extremely difficult to say outloud that I even have an ed at all. When I go see my doctor, I'm thinking I've just faked all my symptoms and that I've lost all this weight and lost my period simply out of spite. Even when I was doing 5day fasts every week for several months, I thought I'm just doing it bc I "want to act like I have an ed". It's such a common experience that I've no doubt it's part of the disorder.

And don't worry, I love food too. Everyday I daydream about every food known to mankind and sometimes I cry bc of how much I want to have some chicken or some raisins or a whole bag of sweets and some cookies. For me, other people are a distraction and I can't focus on the food if they're there so I prefer to eat alone, but some people can't eat alone at all. Food anxiety is different for everyone and it might change on the daily. I suppose it gets worse and worse the longer you remain malnourished bc your cognitive functions deteriorate. For example, yesterday I almost broke down crying bc we were out of tea spoons and I can't eat my yogurt with a big spoon for some reason. In that moment I paniced so badly that it didn't even cross my mind that I could simply wash one of the dirty tea spoons. Now it seems so stupid but at the time I was ready to throw a fit bc I can't have anything unusual or unexpected happen during my meals or I get super stressed. But if I'm having a good day and everything goes as planned, I can eat desserts and warm meals no problem! I might be anxious and any tiny thing could freak me out, but the food itself doesn't terrify me, as long as it's in my meal plan. I enjoy food a lot as long as the eating part goes well. Often I wish I could eat more after I put my fork down, but I'm pretty certain it's just the mental hunger since I'm pretty full after every meal.

Eds are so strange and so different for everyone, and it's such a pity that a lot of us feel like we have to earn treatment somehow and that we don't feel sick enough to admit that we need help. Sometimes it even feels like we don't want help. It's such an evil illness 😧

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i change my theme so much that as soon as someone comments on it, i've changed it about three times 😂😂😂😂 purple is such a pretty colour !! it's one of my favourite colours, plus my name is ALSO a colour of purple 😂💜

ah, you are so welcome, my love <3 i will forever hype up your creations 💗

i definitely think those five naps would really mess up your sleep pattern as well, one nap messes me up </3 i'm hoping you're able to get your sleeping pattern back <3

i had hot chocolate last night before bed with mini marshmallows !!! my s/o surprised me with a bag and i was just so cosy. i was watching a crime documentary with the cats next to me and honestly, the sleep that came after was one of the best sleeps ever <3 i had a weird dream though but a damn good sleep!! <3 i'm having some hot chocolate now and hoping i can have a good sleep tonight as well :)

(language pardoned) 😂 i agree. there are also some blogs on here who dedicate their time to help people and give advice where it's needed and i can say that some of those help me a lot. i've had a few really shitty experiences (pardon my language) in my life that sometimes still affect me to this day and those help me a lot <3

you've put yourself first in that situation, dropping that course <3 putting yourself first is healthy and i honestly hope that it continues to have a better impact on your life <3 & thank you, love.

i'm excited for spring !! my mum and step dad are gonna be moving into a house soon when they've finished decorating (they've spent two years on this house, stripping it and redoing it all up to make it a place to actually live in), it's in the countryside so LOTS OF BABY ANIMALS !!! lambs, calves, birds I AM EXCITED <3333 i'm so happy you had nice weather ☀⛱🌻

i'm really happy you work in a really nice place <3 that's amazing 🥰 tbh when you enjoy your work, it doesn't really feel like work. <3 this isn't what i wanna do forever, i actually really want to work with animals, but not be a vet. hoping to work with the sspca (which is the scottish society for prevention of cruelty to animals), they do amazing work and i would love to be a part of that 💜 i once saved a hedgehog when i was about 10 years old that some little kid had kicked and saving the life of that animal still makes me smile to this day. i love all animals and want to save them <3

i love pizza. i used to love dominos pizza but i can no longer eat takeaway pizza because it makes me ill :( i usually make my own pizza <3

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PAHAHAH changing mobile themes often is fine (": i feel like it's a small little hobby people adapt and i think it's so adorable... i also love the new rose icon hehe all the icons u make are so pretty ;0

i never knew heather was a form of purple that's so cool !! my vietnamese name acc translates to 'soft bamboo' which i think is pretty cute hehe <3

i think ? i was able to fix my sleep schedule ? it's monday rn so i don't wanna jinx anything but hopefully i don't take any more naps throughout the day and acc just go to sleep earlier instead... pray for me

hot chocolate with mini marshmallows omg hev are we soulmates ? PAHAHAH i bought a cup of hot chocolate before my shift because since the weather here is cold, my nose has been runny and i feel ever so slightly sick ;; the hot chocolate felt like a warm blanket hug though i am very (: will probably make a cup tonight too now that you mention it...

as much as i might still 'complain' about having to wake up in the morning, i'm very grateful for the freedom i currently have with my school schedule (": i just hope i can get a better work-life-balance so i can fully enjoy it yanno?

spring ! spring ! i'm so so excited... once i power through these next two weeks, it'll be my bday (:< and then ! i booked a couple days off from work so i can go hang out with friends ! and thenn !! i'll be going to toronto for a little food adventure with my brother (:< i'm very excited

YOU SAED A HEDGIE ?!?!?!?? ? OH MY GOD absolutely in love with you rn... i love hedgies ): thank u for saving hedgie life... i bet that small little ball appreciated it as well ): that'd be so cool in an environment that saves animals but i feel like it'd also be stressful simultaneously ;;

WHAHAHA dominos is the place i always get my pizza ;0 me and my brothers replace the pizza sauce with garlic spread instead and it tastes x10000 as better imo i cannot have the pizza the same way anymore (": i would LOVE to make homemade pizza one day it seems so comfy and warming... ;;

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the-origin-story · 6 years

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Origin Story Text Posts Part 6

Kira: "I'm tired of getting fucked in ways that don't end in an orgasm.", what doesn't kill you fucks you up mentally and affects your ability to have stable relationships with other human beings, do you know how scary it is to acknowledge how strong your feelings are for someone and your brain is like "maybe you love them" and you're like SHUT THE FUCK UP BRAIN YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT, I always wear all black to remind that im always ready for your funeral, im aiming for the "she's a badass and cute as hell but I wouldn't touch her without asking" look, having "feelings" is ruining my reputation of being a heartless bitch, my emo phase never went away it just aged like fine wine, making people u hate mad is almost erotic, I hate when you're like "fuck it's so hot" and someone's like "well why don't you take your jacket off?" Like bitch no...this is my outfit, tips on talking to me when I'm pissed off: don't, I used to be like "I wonder what would happen if I set this thing on fire" and since then I've learned that more often than not the answer is "it'll be on fire", this season's wardrobe colors:-Black -Off black -Pastel black -Blue black -Light black -Dark black -Very dark grey, im really affectionate person once you get past my five layers of five layers of shyness, awkwardness, fear, vague dislike and loneliness, my body isnt a temple it is a castle with a moat and crocodiles and a dragon that will burn you if you touch me, if you can't beat them dress better than them

Jean: petition for things to stop, i remember too many small details about people so i have to act dumb sometimes so i don't freak them out, [sighs internally] [sighs externally] [sighs externally], i haven't made any really bad decisions lately i'm getting bored, if u ask me what book I'm reading i'll either go into a long winded and enthusiastic summary of the entire thing or just lift up the book to show you the title and keep reading, having a crush makes me burn more calories than exercising, food will never break my heart, I don't need alcohol to make bad decisions

Cypress: I wanna be hot enough to make people question their sexual orientation, I hope my back doesn't break your knife, teach your daughters to be intimidating in a pretty dress, my goal of makeup use is not to look natural like my goal is too look Otherworldly and possibly from the moon, i want to achieve "she's adorable and i will protect her at all costs but also i am slightly frightened by her power", (my body materializes out the darkness) fuck that was sick. did i look cool dont lie

Becket: boys who can pull off facial hair are hot, to quote hamlet act III scene iii line 92, "no", WHY I AM SO ATTRACTED TO BOYS WITH MESSY HAIR WHO LOOK LIKE THEY HAVEN'T SLEPT IN 72 HOURS

Liam: the first step to any murder is to have fun and be yourself, there's always that one weak bitch in the group that isn't down with murder, I have this weird self esteem issue where i hate myself but i still think that im better than everyone else, I think it's hilarious when people tell me i'm laid back because I've pretty much been screaming in my head nonstop since like fifth grade, everyone: are you okay everyone: you look upset everyone: you tired everyone: you look confused everyone: are you mad at me everyone: are you sick me: IT'S MY FACE, if i cut off my foot and like swing it at your head am i kicking or hitting you, its funny because people think im quiet but im just listening to everyones conversations and figuring out your weaknesses and ill use them against you to get further in life because i hate everyone, I SWEAR I AM NOT CUTE/SWEET DON'T CALL ME THAT I AM EVIL I AM SHADOWS IN THE NIGHT FEAR ME, CAN I GET A HELL YEAH IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING WITH YOU'RE LIFE AND YOU DON'T GET ENOUGH SLEEP, now i'm not saying you're an idiot but everyone else is, hey sorry im late i didn't want to come, we hate every single one you, hi im here to ruin everything

Cyra: I'd like to have a word with you. The word is sex., Cypress: we're engaged Kira: IN COMBAT, somewhere between fuck you and I'd fuck you, my favorite color is your eye color and my favorite height is your height and my favorite and my favorite weight is your weight, and my favorite hands are your hands and my favorite knees are your knees, i need a two hour long hug, let's bang, i mean hang, no i don't

Kira to Liam at some point, probably: you might as well wear a condom on your head if you're gonna act like a dick, Want to hear a fairy tale? Once upon a time you weren't such a little bitch

The Squad: my favorite trope is the 'place slowly becomes home', 'people slowly become family' trope

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