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moondirti · 11 days

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featuring: ghoap x nanny! f!reader. parenthood. adoption processes. fluff. slice of life. reader is given an age range

hear me out: simon and johnny transferring to reserve duty – i.e., serving the military on a part-time basis rather than being on active call – once they make the decision to become dads. it comes after a long period of deliberation (and healing on simon's part), but after they're absolutely sure that they want to start this next phase of life together, they call price to get it sorted.

who is thrilled for them, naturally, but warns that they still have a specialised commitment to the task force. if he needs them, then they best make sure they're there. the world isn't a better place yet, and no one can do what the pair does.

fine by them.

so it begins. instead of the complex and ethical choices that come with surrogacy, they opt for adoption and work with an attorney to facilitate the logistics. months of searching come up with a young mother, whose unwanted pregnancy has interfered with her life thus far, and is unwilling to make the further sacrifice that comes with keeping the baby. they must be more understanding, or otherwise less overbearing, than the other candidates – because two months later, they're in a hospital waiting room, anxiously lingering to meet the new addition to their family.

isla riley-mactavish. named after the river where johnny realised he'd be much happier with his lieutenant by his side.

the first few months are bliss. exhausting bliss, but a type of contentment that neither man has known since they first confessed to one another. isla's fussy through nights but they take turns settling her down, and if they have military duties to attend to then it's usually never at the same time. she's spoiled rotten – not just by them, but by the captain and gaz as well, who visit more often than not with bags full of toys they have nowhere to put. a little princess in the eyes of everyone who knows her.

by month five, she's teething and can hold her head up unsupported. simon reads somewhere that it's one of the most pivotal points in her development.

of course the call has to come then.

in the middle of the night, no less, and loud enough to wake her up from her crib. johnny scrambles to calm the bairn down as simon answers, price's grave voice crackling in from the other end. expected to be a long haul. a month at least. state security's at serious risk here, simon. i wouldn't ask you to come out otherwise.

and they made a promise. no matter how much it aches them to leave their darling girl behind.

rdv on base in a week.

he knows that one week is a matter of grace. he can feel the captain itching to hatch the operation as soon as possible, but has staved off to give the boys time to order their affairs. that doesn't mean simon's happy with the timeline, though. seven days is not nearly enough to find a sitter they can trust, especially given their own hindrances.

regardless, they send a job posting for a live-in, 24/7 nanny to close friends – no way in hell are they advertising it to the open internet – and hours later, johnny's sister lets them know of a girl who substitutes at the same primary school she works at. a real darling, apparently. honest 'n' stowed oot of energy, th' weans love her, and she haes experience with bairns too!

promising, but word of mouth isn't enough. they get a name and ask laswell to run a thorough background check. to their relief, it comes out squeaky clean. no arrests, no dui's, no shady travel history. modest socials with only a handful of followers. it's in line with what they know so far, solid enough to encourage them to reach out. so they do: just a brief email, asking what time and place would be best for a face-to-face interview.

they bring isla with them to the agreed meeting spot. a cozy cafe nestled in one of the safest parts of town. it's an early saturday morning and they're scheduled to leave in three days. so far, they've put all their eggs in this basket. johnny has to hold onto simon's hand when he notices the nerves dancing behind his partners usually void eyes. but if he were being honest with himself, he's just as scared.

they notice you as soon as they walk in.

sitting at a table for four, mug of coffee steaming as you bend over a well-loved book. despite your preoccupation, you're observant – they inch in your periphery and your head snaps up, a brilliant smile parting your lips as you spring up onto your feet. simon tallies a point on the ledger in his head. good. alert is good.

as is true for them, it's abundantly clear that you're who they're supposed to meet. johnny can't imagine anyone but a children's educator dressing like that: a gingham babydoll dress over a pair of blue tights, which carries over to the bow in your hair and is juxtaposed by the white oxford lace-ups on your feet. he startles when you extend your hand to shake his and he finds a painted fruit on each of your short nails. positively adorable. and so unlike anything they know.

simon shuffles next to him. isla reaches out from her bugaboo stroller, the colours having caught her eye.

"well hello there! aren't you just the cutest angel i've ever seen? do you like my dress?"

that's another point for immediately engaging with the object of your soon-to-be care. simon watches as you pull out a rattle from your purse, handing it over to the cooing baby. warmth blossoms in his chest, and his apprehension fizzles out in the heat. they hadn't told you they'd be bringing isla – opting to catch you off guard and seeing how you'd deal – so he assumes you carry the toy around for emergency purposes, like anyone else of their ilk would carry a gun.

something about that quirk just screams safe.

"it is a nice dress." johnny pursues, voice smooth in that way it gets when he's flirting but doesn't want it made clear. it took weeks for ghost to attune himself to it – he always just thought the scot spoke like that – but now that he's able to hear it for what it is, he shoots him a cautionary look. not so much mad as he is cautious. wouldn't want to scare her off.

"oh! thank you very much. it's my grandmother's design." you straighten up once isla gains a proper grip on the rattle, patting the skirt like you're basking in the praise. "shall we sit? i assume you have a lot to discuss, and i promise you'll want to try the maple scones they make here."

"please. after you." simon nods.

an hour later, you're giggling into your palm as johnny deviates into a story of the time they took isla to the hospital because they didn't know the soft spot on her head could pulse. simon is quiet in contrast, though not displeased. rather, he's focused on keeping the tally of all the green flags you've exhibited thus far. he doesn't mind that the conversation hasn't followed a typical interview format. in fact, people are more likely to show their true nature when in relaxed settings such as this, which is perhaps why johnny hasn't stuck to the script of questions they'd prepared beforehand. the man is better at social manoeuvring than simon is, anyway. he trusts him to direct this where it needs to go.

"it can be freaky! especially if you've never been around a child that young. i had a similar reaction the first time i babysat my neighbour's infant at sixteen. did you know that they can break out like teenagers? i noticed the poor thing's skin erupt in acne at just a month old and called his parent's crying." you wheeze, wiping the tears along your lashline.

"have ye worked wi' many bairns?"

"oh, yeah. it's been my primary source of income since secondary, all the way through uni. i just finished a master's degree in early childhood education, actually! and i wrote a list of referrals you can call if you need to double check on any of that." you rummage through your purse and pull out an apple-shaped sticky note. "do you mind if i ask what you do? people don't usually look for a full-time nanny unless they're really busy. not that i'm judging! i would ne–"

"military." simon interrupts, ensuring his tone is gentle enough to reassure.

"that makes sense! i mean, for an indefinite amount of time, the pay you're offering is more than perfect. above industry standard, really." you pause, brows furrowing like you're doubting whether you should have said that. "ah– whatever. anyway. isla is wonderful, just the sweetest. and the provided accommodation is an added plus. if you guys have no other qualms, then i'd love to accept the position."

"does i' bother you that there are cameras on the property? porch, kitchen, and living room. jus' for security's sake." simon tests, though he knows he doesn't need to, for extra measure. to someone with bad intentions, CCTV is a massive dealbreaker.

you don't hesitate before answering. "makes total sense! you guys are well within your right to check in at any time."

and they don't have to consult each other to know. johnny is practically buzzing in his seat, muscles flexed with enthusiasm as his gaze flits all over you. lingering on your chest in particular, before he looks over to simon and smiles in an offensively handsome way. simon can't help but smile back, crinkling his eyes more than necessary so the both of you can tell what's going on behind his mask.

it feels a little too good to be true, hopeful in a way that sets off the alarm bells in his head. he's stable enough to recognise that it isn't your fault, though. stable enough not to pin his distrust on you. this is likely the best shot they've got at ensuring their daughter's safety while they're away, and it's come in the form of a vivid, bright little blessing.

(with great tits.)

he'd be a fool to sabotage it.

johnny beats him to the cause. "ye'r hired."

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#fashion wise im pulling from 'new girl' jess and 'me before you' louisa iykyk #as always my shit ends up way too long #fic ༄ miss magic #ghoap x reader #simon ghost riley x reader x johnny soap mactavish #simon ghost riley x johnny soap mactavish #ghoap #simon riley #john mactavish #ghost #soap #x female reader #x reader

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babyyblues · 1 year

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just some short and sweet pregnant!reader x daryl dixon (about 900 words)

please feel free to leave me feedback and show your support by reblogging!

warnings: pregnancy, mention of Lori, super sweet soft daryl and protective daryl

era: prison (season 3 episode 4 spoilers!!!!) (set specifically after woodbury joins the prison.)

After watching Carl and Rick grieve after the loss of Lori when she gave birth to the youngest Grimes, you and Daryl swore you would be more careful when participating in intimate activities. It hadn’t ever been an issue with you two, and a baby was something you’d thought you never have to worry about. But as they say, one thing led to another, and here you are three months out from your last period, and two undoubtedly expired, yet strongly positive pregnancy tests tucked inside of Daryl’s pillowcase.

You and Daryl were anxious of course, yet elated at the thought of not only another little one running around the prison, but for them to be yours. Nights upon nights you and Daryl have stayed up far too long discussing baby names, having playful debates over whether it’ll be a boy or a girl, and secret words of love and admiration that fell through the two of your lips. You hadn’t yet told anyone, wanting it to be for just you and come out when you were ready, unlike the choice Lori had, but you had a feeling that your group had started to figure you out.

Maybe it was the way Daryl would give you his portion of dinner which led into a quiet argument about who needed it more. “Y’re eatin for two.” “And you need energy to keep the two of us safe.” Carol began giving you a bit more than everyone else, and that’s when you were sure she knew.

Or it could of been the way he was overly protective of you anytime Rick wanted you to go on a run or do anything for that matter. “Y/n will you go-” “Go where? I’ll do it.” “Daryl I’ve got it, I’ll be okay.” “No. Ya ain’t goin’. That’s final.” Rick instead began asking you to tend to the garden, so he might have had a suspicion as well.

It could have also been the way Daryl’s eyes watched you as you helped with Judith, the overwhelming love and longing in his eyes as you cradled the baby and sang to her softly as Beth watched from the sidelines. “You’re droolin more than the baby Daryl.” “Shut up.” Yeah, Beth definitely had an idea.

“I think we’re gonna have to tell everyone soon,” you told Daryl, as you slipped your night shirt over your head, turning back around to see his eyes already on you.

“If you’re ready,” he agreed.

“When you look at me like that, the whole world knows,” you said, making your way toward him to wrap your arms around his neck. His hands instinctively found your waist, looking down toward your stomach.

“Can’t help it, you’ve got a little bump too,” he breathed, a smile spreading on his lips. You smiled back, bringing your lips to his before flicking off the lamp and leading him to your makeshift mattress on the floor.

Soft whispers floated in the air, Daryl’s hand resting gently on your stomach, your hand lost in the growing locks that sat at the base of his neck. Your eyes closed as you took a deep breath, reveling in the smell of him that surrounded you.

“Ya alright?” Daryl questioned, his fingers that had found there way under your shirt rubbing small unidentifyable shapes over the tiny bump on your stomach. You nodded, blinking slowly before looking up at his concerned gaze, a sleepy smirk on your lips.

“More than,” you muttered, scooting over on the mattress so you were impossibly close to him. Digging your head into his chest, he let out a breathy chuckle as he repositioned his arms around you and the leg you had throw over his body, before placing a sweet kiss to your head. He felt the vibrations of your voice against his chest as you spoke but he rolled his eyes as he didn’t catch a single word you were saying.

“Ya know I can’t hear ya when you do this,” he teased, moving back slightly so your face was exposed. He didn’t miss the whine that left your lips as your contact separated and you looked up at him with a pout.

“Whatcha poutin’ for girl?” he asked, placing his hand on the side of your face.

“Was jus’ telling you I love you, didn’t mean I wanted you to go away.”

“ ‘M still right here sunshine, now come on, ya need sleep.” Before you could disagree, a yawn ripped from your throat, a light chuckle following from both you and the man in front of you. You nodded, pushing yourself up from the mattress to reach his lips and kiss him tenderly.

“Goodnight Dar,” you smiled before rubbing your tummy, “goodnight little guy.”

“Gonna be a girl,” he grumbled.

“Keep dreamin’ Dixon, ‘s mother’s intuition. We can always have another.” Daryl laughed again a light shake of his head.

“Let’s get through this one first, goodnight girls. Love ya both.” You rolled your eyes, kissing him once more before laying back down instantly falling asleep in the comfort of his arms.

#daryl x y/n #daryl x you #daryl x reader #daryl dixon #daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixon angst #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixon fluff #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon drabbles #daryl dixon fic #daryl dixon smut #pregnant!reader x daryl #the walking dead #twd #twd spoilers

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cleolinda · 1 month

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Weekend links, April 7, 2024

My posts

This week feels like it has been a hundred years long (not in a bad way).

Somehow we joined together to balance the seesaw just right so Ava Gardner and Jean Seberg could both go through in the Hot Vintage Lady polls (percentages rounded). Like, I’m wearing the Ava jersey and even I encouraged people to vote Jean when necessary. Honestly, I just wanted to see if it could be done. And it COULD.

Round three has begun. It is already horrific. This is the first round that’s really going to hurt because we spent the last one really getting down in the dirt and championing our ladies, or learning about actresses we’d never heard of before and getting attached to them. And now? We are reminded: memento mori. Everyone loses but one.

(I personally pitched in for Sara Montiel. “BUT JUST LOOK AT--” Yeah, I did, thanks.)

Reblogs of interest

April Fool’s Day: You were here for the Boopening, yes? The whole thing was that you only got badges for giving boops, not receiving them, which is a great way to not reward popularity contests, but also means that every last one of us was out here trying to figure out who to bap with a cat’s paw 1000 times. I said, listen, my notifications are already trash garbage today. I’ll take the bullet. Boop at will.

The Activity graph isn’t too clear on this point, but it looks like I had something like 65,000--hits? engagements? boops?--that day. Listen, I got the black paw badge too. We all did what we had to do in the Boopening.

A Shakespearean boop of goodly length: “And, Meowntague, come you this afternoon, to know our further pleasure in this case, to old Food-bowl, our common judgment-place.”

I had to go lie down awhile after a pun like “The Purrge.”

I had just gotten up from that pun and then I had to go lie down again.

Account security gothic

The Canada griffin

Dinotopia nostalgia

Two pairs of spectacles, one made from slices of emerald, and the other from slices of diamond

An old favorite: Cerberus as a puppy, guarding the gates to heck

I feel like these two posts have the same energy: Time cops will not let you travel back to the Titanic and bloodthirsty gazebos are currently in a dormancy period.

The birds are still troubled

PSA: The best sunscreens for your face

Video

A collection of various American Indian/indigenous American languages, including Navajo, Tlingit, Lakota, Colville Okanagan Salish, Cherokee, Yucatec Maya, Greenlandic, Mohawk, Yup'ik, and Mi'kmawi'simk.

A trans health-and-wellness fundraiser (Mercury Stardust, Point of Pride, and friends) kept getting banned off Tiktok due to assholes. Here’s how to donate; I saw a few “here’s how they helped me” notes, so it seems like these programs are both legit and effective.

You think you’re going to sit staring at this video because Chocolate Guy is weaving chocolate. Then you get into it, and it just keeps going.

“Too Sweet” is doing hilariously well on the charts for a song that didn’t even make the album proper. Hozier’s bees would like to thank you for your support.

I know I said that Stevie Nicks would make you sing backup on your own haunting, but late in this 1997 live performance of “Silver Springs,” she makes Lindsey Buckingham, the man she wrote this song about, look her in the eye while she belts it at him. This specific performance was released as a single (I was there, Gandalf) and nominated for a Grammy. Watch the video and you will see why.

The Women Those ‘Evolution Of Beauty’ Videos Leave Out

I don’t really know how to describe this rubberhose-style cartoon of Cab Calloway as a singing nightmare clown. Betty Boop is also there. “You just described it!” No, I really didn’t.

How movable type worked 1000 years ago, from scratch.

Unrestrained seasonal yak fun

A snowy raven photoshoot

The sacred texts

I don’t know how to explain this double Sacred Text about ominous dreams that comes with its own comic, except to say that they’re so iconic that I first saw both posts in lo-res Pinterest screencaps.

April Fool’s: The ultimate sacred text.

Personal tag of the week

Wet beast Wednesday, which had both a headshake stickflip and bears on a swan boat.

#weekend links #odds and ends #linkspam

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slocumjoe · 1 year

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how would companions be at the beach? who gets sunburnt for a week? who tries drowning who?

Companions have a Beach Episode

Cait; is kicking ass and taking names at volley ball. Any who step up to the net are swiftly executed, either by shame of their devastation, or Cait spiking too hard and beaning them in the head. Being a ginger, this girlie is 2x vulnerable to sunburn. Doesn't put on sunscreen, thinks its dumb. Regrets this immensely. But before her skin starts peeling off of her like an onion, and in between claiming victims, she's throwing back fun beach cocktails. Doesn't drink water. On a hot, sunny day. When she's exerting herself. Also comes to regret this. This could have gone much worse if she didn't gorge herself at the BBQ. She wears baggy swim shorts and a loose tank top.

Codsworth; Hangs out at a gazebo with a makeshift kitchen/bar area. He's not risking sand getting in delicate places, absolutely not. No, Codsy stays nice and cozy, and makes those aforementioned cocktails, as well as other cold drinks and food. When he isn't serving something or cooking, indulges in some sort of activity, like a puzzle book, a normal novel, something like that. He enjoys the energy of the beach, the sand and sun and surf, but practically...he just really wants to take a broom to it, y'know? Just...just to see if he could...but that's rude to nature. So, it's best he keep to a more manageable area. One that doesn't give him cleaning itches.

Curie; Sets up a beach towel under an umbrella, and relaxes with a good book and iced drink. Despite not going out in the sun, puts on sunscreen to set an example. Periodically chases people down with a bottle if they've yet to apply it. You are not allowed to get skin cancer on her watch. When she isn't hunting Cait for sport, Curie is simply enjoying the beachy soundscape, warmth, and general chill vibes. Will get up and check on everyone, make sure they're drinking water, et cetera. Half of her time is spent relaxing, the other half Mama Hen-ing. These people lack self-preservation instincts and it kind of drives her crazy. Wears a pastel blue two-piece with ruffles.

Danse; is in his element. Warm weather, fishing, grilling, bright-colored, gaudy-patterned shirts. This is his happy place. Gets a cooler of beer, a pole, and sits by the shore, soaking up sun like a cat. Lives out his ideal life as an old beach bum and for once, has a good day. This is Danse at his peak. He shows up in knee-length khaki shorts, socks and sandals, and a borderline-neon floral button up. Anything he catches, he grills over at Codsworth's gazebo. Spends his day fishing, bbqing, and drinking, and shocks everyone with the fact that, yes, Danse is capable of basic joy and relaxation. Just...very sparingly.

Deacon; Redhead. Unlike Cait, knows the divine agony that is a bad sunburn, and lathers himself in sunscreen. Wears a speedo, crocs, and an obnoxious sunscreen streak on his nose. Participates in volley ball, wrist is sprained by a hard serve from the Red Menace herself. Afterwards, lets Piper and later, MacCready, use him as a sculpture base. Seeing as his day was spent underneath piles of sand, didn't do much. Had a lot of drinks, though, courtesy of Piper engineering a long curly straw for him. Has to be dug out for BBQ against his will, wanted to spend the rest of his life as a mermaid. When he emerges, is caked in sand and looks like a golumn. All that sunscreen turned against him. For the next week, greets people with "Hi, I have so much sand in my ass, how ya doin'?"

Gage; Tends to dislike casual, hang-out activities on principle. Whereas Danse doesn't like them due to his social anxiety and gets nervous around people. Gage doesn't like them because he doesn't like people period. The beach is one such activity, with the added bonus of causing him physical pain. Due to his half-blindness, prolonged exposure to brightness really strains the one eye, so he sticks to Codsworth's gazebo for shade. The ocean is basically a giant disco ball and that shit triggers migraines for him. Spends the day observing the others and chainsmoking. Keeps tally of Cait's various volley ball crimes. Plays catch with Dogmeat until the pooch collapses from exhaustion. Generally does what Gage is always doing—keeping tabs and making notes. Also, mooching off free food.

Hancock; the thing about Hancock, is that it's difficult to keep him in order. You're rarely going to see him in a group, doing group pre-ordained stuff. He sticks around the others for maybe ten minutes before he wanders off to see whatever he can find. Comes back a while later with his pockets full of rocks, shells, even bones. Codsworth empties a bucket for him to put his treasure in, and Hancock's back out on the hunt. Spends his day beachcombing. Brings back stuff for MerDeacon, gets a big clump of kelp for the hair, and seashells for modesty. Hancock just paces up and the down the beach, pondering shit, collecting shit. Basically this image;

MacCready; didn’t intend on sculpting a mermaid onto Deacon, but God presented him an opportunity. MacCready has based his entire life on taking opportunities given to him. Has so many fruity drinks as he crafts his masterpiece. Whereas Piper is more interested in forming the excavation site around the corpse of this behemoth sea monster, MacCready's more interested in giving the Deac very crude and childish features, such as breasts in the image of Deacon himself. But wait, aren't mermaids seals? Seals have multiple nipples, right? Guess we have to make more Deacon tits! This descent into madness might have something to do with the copious pina coladas he put away. Getting beaned in the head by Cait also probably didn't help. Wears gym shorts and a tank top.

Nick; Curie had the right idea. Only, Nick improves on it by moving his spot much, much farther down the beach. Takes a radio, wine coolers, and various books that he goes through over the day. Reads shlock romance pulp fiction, because he felt it more thematically appropriate to the beach. Has a few towels down for cushy-ness, being an old man. Needs his back supported. He wears shorts and a long, thin-material cardigan, almost like a robe. Wouldn't look out of place telling an officer he most definitely didn't kill his husband. Nick appears later at lunch/dinner/dinch, but until then, he's sequestering himself under an umbrella and he's having a moment of peace. Considered participating in whatever the others were doing at one point. Decided against it when he saw whatever the hell was happening with Deacon.

Piper; was almost a victim of Cait, dipped when a volley ball went past her head and it sounded like an actual bullet. Wisely moved out of the firing zone and began construction of a sandcastle. She blinked, and there was Deacon, and six nipple-Deacons. Doesn’t know how it happened. Didn't question it. Turned her castle into the excavation site of a prehistoric sea creature, washed ashore and buried beneath the sand. It pays to be adaptable like that. Piper spends a good chunk of the day pissing, as she's the type to need so much water when its hot out. She doesn't start slinging back fun cocktails until its lunch/dinner/dinch. Then, it's a cocktail for every hotdog, burger, serving of fish...and Piper can put away bbq. Wears a red halter one-piece.

Preston; is the only one to consistently survive Cait's bloodbath, so he keeps her busy, so as to let the others escape her rubbery death blows. Basically just plays ball with her until she gets tired, same as Gage with Dogmeat. Preston takes some breaks, and drinks water, but its a matter of attrition. Its an endurance test. He passes by the skin of his teeth. The game ends once Cait is lured away by bbq and alcohol. At that point, Preston is better considered a husk than a man. Drops an ice pack on the ground and lays face-down on it, and takes a nap like that.

X6-88; shows up in his usual black trench coat and not a single bead of sweat forms. Haunts the gazebo for sugary drinks and treats. Everyone tries to ignore him because they get second-hand heat stroke just looking at him. He's loathe to get near the water and loathe to get sand in his clothing. Becoming the Phantom of the George Foreman Grill was the only outcome for him. Backseat sous chef, constantly questioning Danse and Codsworth's methods or choices. Codsworth politely takes the criticism, and ignores it. Danse just chucks candy into the bushes to lure him away.

#fallout 4 #fo4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #nick valentine #piper wright #x6-88 #robert joseph maccready #companions react #Codsworth #porter gage

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prpfs · 3 months

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🫀 hello! i am looking to write some prose-y highly literate dead dove-y content. if you want to write some pretty words about some fucked up characters, i am your gal.

i am 26, she/her and on gmt-3 timezone! my happy spot is writing somewhere between 400-700+ words and i’m happy to go even longer, but i don’t love to do shorter. no one-liners, i like to have a good chunk of introspection going at all times, so i’d consider myself adv. lit. and i hope to find partners who are the same! activity wise, i really don’t mind taking a couple days or even a couple weeks between replies, very chill with long hiatuses too, as long as we keep ooc communication open. otherwise i’ll assume you’ve ghosted me, which is fine too, but i won’t be chasing. i have a lot of free time at the moment, but i’m usually a full time uni student and i can’t always do rapid fire. besides, i like my replies hefty and long, so it’s quality over speed.

this is a request for 23+ writers preferably, and the muses will be 25+. bonus points for anyone who’s also a pinterest and playlist fiend. i really love using fcs, and i usually prefer actors, but i can be persuaded to accept descriptions only.

for my character, he’s a guy with some razor sharp edges. a functional alcoholic in most verses, roughed up, very much traumatized by life. originally lawful man who’s been corrupted. lost his unrequited love years ago to a murder and hasn’t recovered since, holds everyone an arms’ length away. big guy, manly man, “boys don’t cry” type of toxic masculinity. i’m looking for mxm or mxnb at this time. he is very much a top, but i am not looking to pair him with babyfied subby bottoms. if anything, he could use a more powerful/dominant partner he can worship and meet halfway, and i think it’d be a fun subversion of tropes with the plots i have in mind anyway.

so for the plots i want, i have a few dynamics in mind (bolded are the roles my character fits into): cop x prostitute, cop x stripper, bodyguard x famous person. verrrry into making these into low or high fantasy, or period pieces. also totally open to change cop for a vague “military man” title, and depending on the age, he might be retired. and if you have other scenarios you could see fitting and would like to play out, i’m all ears!

this will be written on a private discord server. i have writing samples ready to share and i hope you can do the same, so we can see if we match! i can share my character’s pinterest board and tell you more about him, and i hope you have a character in mind when we chat. i’ll always match energy and i’m really hoping for someone i can vibe with ooc. give this post a like and i’ll find you!

Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!

#oc roleplay #oc rp #oc x oc #m/m #m/nb #dead dove

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not-poignant · 3 months

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You have a very broad readership; do you still, like most ao3 writers, use writing as a way to make friends? If so, how do you manage both to make connections and keep from uncomfortable parasocial engagements?

(admitting: I like your work a lot, I have a similar interest in writing trauma and recovery, I would like to befriend you, but I don't want to bother you bc lots of people want to be friend with writers they like and there's no way you'd have energy for all of them!)

Hi hi anon,

So...this response might be disappointing, but I didn't use fanfiction writing as a way of making friends. That's not why I started, and it's never been the reason for me to be in fandom.

(Thoughts about friendship and stuff under the read more, it's pretty personal so no obligation to read. The TL;DR is I am bad at friendship and I also am not like 'most AO3 writers' (is that really why most AO3 writers write?) in the sense that I never wrote fanfiction as a way to make friends and it's very weird to me sometimes that people actually do this as a motive).

When I turned up in fandom, it was a very private experience for me. I didn't know anyone else locally who shared the same fandom/s I do. When I shared fanfiction on Livejournal, I did so to complete strangers who I never got to know better, or to people who were already friends through other interests.

I've never gone to fandom conventions (there's few here, and I have severe social anxiety. By the time I thought about going I was in my late 30s, and just felt like I'd be too much of an outsider even among fellow outsiders - again, I shared almost no fandoms or ships with anyone I knew locally, and no one I'm friends with / know in person reads my fanfiction). Fandom was always an incredibly isolated experience for me.

When I joined AO3, it wasn't with a view to making friends. I was extremely burnt out, I'd quit my previous job as a professional artist because I couldn't see a way of making the income work out, and I just wanted to write a very angst-filled story that would help me deal with my loneliness which I didn't see as something that would ever change. Writing about a character who's experienced centuries of loneliness was like 'cool, yeah, I'm gonna write about him.'

I did end up making friends, but it was kind of by accident! And not all of those experiences were positive. One person in particular became quite toxic and cruel towards me, and I experienced my first kind of encounter with...I guess what I would call the uglier side of fandom life and also just friendship and relationships. It took me a long time to recover from that experience (and to learn what emotional abuse is), and after that I shut down and stopped kind of making friends on the internet.

I have made friends through the writing since (they're usually the mutuals I also have on Instagram, or here, or people I've DMed in Discord etc.), but I haven't really sought it out actively and I think anyone who knows me well enough that we've private messaged a few times, also knows that I'm quite aloof and reserved, and that I will engage quite deeply sometimes but then disappear for a few months (or years) re: communication, which is a remnant of a period of time where I used to get sometimes 200 Whatsapp messages in 5 minutes from someone who expected me to be accountable to her every second of every day when she was awake and wanted me to be.

On top of like, severe social anxiety + PTSD, and being very reserved in general, I would also say I'm very time poor. I don't have much time for the friends I already have and care about. I often view myself as quite a poor friend, who is not good at starting and even worse at maintaining connections. I'm also very private. As in, I will happily tell the world I have PTSD. But I won't tell my friends in a private conversation when I'm having a bad night, and I don't give friends many opportunities to connect. Even with really close friends, this is an ongoing issue that I'm working on.

So as for befriending, that's extremely sweet of you anon, but who I am in my personal life is sometimes very different to like... the way I can respond in comments or to anons, because it's actually easier for me to talk to strangers sometimes than it is for me to talk to friends, lol. I honestly think some of the people I consider my friends don't even know that I do, because I don't really behave like one. I chat online regularly to one person only, and one other person intermittently (and they're a romantic partner) and that's it. Everyone else I chat to pretty rarely in DM. But I do turn up in the Fae Tales Discord every day.

I don't actually think lots of people want to be my friend, tbh? Not in a 'woe is me' way, but simply because I think some people do grok that kind of... polite distance or that sort of warm 'I care for a lot of people but I am also quite personally walled off' kind of way. The good news is a lot of the folks in the Fae Tales Discord also share a lot of interest in writing trauma and recovery, or have those experiences, and I know a lot of good friends have been made within the like...faedom itself. A lot of neurodivergent, trauma-focused folks have met each other through this writing, and it's really cool seeing the different friendships that have sparked up between people. There's a lot of extremely like... skilled, talented, interesting people that I've met through this job, who I admire, respect and want the best for, and am very happy to talk to.

But yeah I'm a bit difficult to befriend, anon, and that's been an ongoing thing all my life, tbh. But it did specifically get worse in fandom because of some early fandom experiences when I started out in Rise of the Guardians fanfiction.

#asks and answers #personal #pia on fanfiction #tbh the idea of writing to make friends #is very strange and even a bit offputting to me #not that other people do it like i'm happy for them if they do #but it's just so far apart from why i started #i like making connections with my writing don't get me wrong #and i love meeting different people #but fandom was never a very social experience for me #to this day i hate discussing fandom headcanons with other people #and i don't like a lot of fandom meta #i always feel like i'm in fandom #and that i contribute to fandom #but in a very satellite / outsider kind of way #that's why i find it so easy to bounce from fandom to fandom once i'm done with a fic #i'm not saying i don't make friends with people in fandom ever #i'm saying i don't really make friends *in general*#and when i do those people often have no idea they are a friend because i'm not #very connected on a regular basis

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dreamofmetoday · 10 months

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CHISA IN DEPTH PERSONALITY READING

profile: the pursuer ♡

chisa is someone with a very active energy - someone who finds enjoyment in a lot of things but is also easily bored, so she keeps herself busy with a wide range of interests. new hobbies will attract her quite easily and she will have a lot of phases, i wouldn’t be surprised if further into her career this is what she’s known for by fans. for example, she could have things like, a lego building phase, an oil pastels art phase, an origami phase, a knitting phase, a baking phase etc. she will be quite invested and enthusiastic while her interest is piqued and can become quite skilled in most of her hobbies. even if she is only interested in some of them for short periods, she always wants to be trying something.

this also extends to her interests and overall activeness in general, she wants to be doing a lot of things and finds a lot of things enjoyable. for example, if she likes reading it is unlikely she sticks to one or even two genres, she might have phases, but she will always want variety or, if she likes movies, then she watches all kinds. she can also usually adapt to what others want to do because she likes doing most things. for example, she can enjoy going to a party at 1am as much as she enjoys waking up at 6am to do yoga - she actually feels she needs these varied activities as time passes (she can’t stick to one way of living for too long).

chisa is pretty chatty and is the person in group settings who keeps everyone in a good mood and wants people laughing, even as i was doing this reading chisa was very happy and excited to do it, eager to talk and form a connection. she is a witty, charming conversationalist and storyteller. she tries to be understanding of different personality types and is a reliable figure in her loved one’s lives. on the downside, she can compromise too easily - others are able to appeal to her emotions rather easily, and if she happens to be dealing with particularly dominating personality types, she can be walked over and behave in a way she doesn’t truly agree with (will change her opinion to fit theirs, change some of her behaviours etc.). being too idealistic about people in general can also cause her problems (more so when relationships become closer, when she sees you pretty often) - when people go against what she believed of them she can be unforgiving (leaving the other person shocked since they feel they did nothing wrong), but she can also give way too much to people who wouldn’t give her the same energy in return.

chisa wants to be someone who believes in true love, she wants to wooed and have a fairytale romance. however, there’s a few reasons why this is complicated for her. one, when relationships get difficult or past the honeymoon stage she has the tendency to run away (and then reminisce on the relationship and wonder why it went “wrong”). two, she has a lot of needs and desires, meaning what she seeks in a partner is prone to fluctuation - her ideal type changes frequently, when in a relationship she can suddenly switch up and go, “actually, i don’t want the practical and steady type anymore. i need someone more spontaneous”. three, she can be far too compromising too quickly (trying to adapt herself to her partners wants and needs), so she sometimes needs to end (or at least take a break from) the relationship in order to regain her independence.

she should also be aware of beginning to undermine people (especially women) she views as competition. even if someone isn't necessarily a threat, when her insecurities are getting the best of her she can start to lash out (just underhandedly) - she looks at what other women have and can do and compares it to what she doesn’t have and can’t do.

chisa also likes attention and money a lot. this is good for her career because she genuinely enjoys being in the type of position where she can be admired, looked at and praised and if it all goes to plan, her job is also high-paying. this is negative because as her career progresses she has the ability to become more and more materialistic and out of touch (especially as she experiences romantic and friendship failures). this will cause her to become less open and cheery and her focus will become very, almost solely, oriented on career and acquiring wealth. this is an area where she should really put in an active effort to keep herself in check. but overall, she is very hardworking and consistent in order to achieve her goals and material wants. she will even work when she doesn’t have to.

lastly, chisa is someone who can understand a lot of information. she can understand different points of view and also has an innate understanding of how life works in general. in this sense, she is highly independent - “we’re born alone and we die alone” vibes. she wants to be loyal to others and for others to be loyal to her but she knows that at the end of the day, we only have ourselves and no one can hold her hand in life - she must make the proactive effort to be her own person and do what she wants, so she does this to the best of her ability and tries to make the most out of what life has to offer.

#personality reading #xg #xg chisa #kpop tarot #celebrity tarot #chisa #chisa personality reading #long personality reading

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nellie-elizabeth · 11 days

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Grey's Anatomy: The Marathon Continues (20x06)

Alright, let's dive in!

Cons:

A recurring and somewhat befuddling theme of more recent seasons of Grey's Anatomy is the attempt to address the completely horrifying way the medical education system operates. The fact that interns work eighty hour weeks and don't have time to eat or sleep has been part of the show from the beginning. But I struggle to understand what the show's... thesis is, here, if that makes sense. Is it a "back in my day we didn't complain about a little hard work" thing? Because I don't think so, that would be pretty out of character for this show. But then you've got Bailey giving everyone wellness bags that are full of band-aid solutions, and then later she sends Simone and Kwan home for griping about their low pay and long hours? But then I guess it's about how Bailey also needs a break or whatever. She says a thing about how the system is designed poorly and there's not a lot that can be done in the individual level. So is that the point? I don't know. It's just a little muddy.

Richard having a moment of fuzziness where he hesitates to step in... I really do feel like I'm on a merry-go-round with Richard as a character at this point. This one was kind of a fake-out, where it looked like Richard was going to choke up at the finish line but then he stepped in and was fine and saved a life. Are we going to keep dragging this out where he's unsure if he should still be actively practicing, so he takes an admin role? Have I not seen him go through that process more than once already? This man was talking about retirement towards the beginning of this show's runtime!

Catherine continues to suck, I hated that this episode featured her giving a family special treatment for being big hospital donors, with no seeming awareness of how this is a structural, systemic issue and an active interference in the patient's medical care? Like, I know it ultimately worked out and the young woman got the surgery that's going to help her moving forward with her amputation, but I was really frustrated with Catherine through all of this. As I frequently am.

The little subplot thing about Schmitt not being passionate enough for pediatrics felt a little... phoned in, I guess. I knew the second he said casually "oh, Webber suggested it and the position is in high demand" that this new doctor lady was going to tell him he didn't want it enough or something. The idea that he needs to put on some song and dance about how it's his one true calling in life just seems so unnecessary and lazy. He wants to go into a specialty, just let him do it. Yeesh.

Pros:

I really like Simone and Kwan, honestly? I hate to say this, but the Simone/Kwan energy might actually be more interesting than Kwan/Jules and Simone/Lucas, just from this one brief episode. They had a really natural rhythm to their scenes and seemed to bolster each other emotionally and have a similar way of looking at the world. The fact that Blue was able to open up to Simone a little, reassure her that he's going through a rough moment but that he's handling it, that was so big coming from him! And Simone has been going through a rough period, and seemed to have an actually relaxing, productive day with Kwan. I want more of that for both of them. And I don't really feel bad for Lucas coming home to see Kwan taking over his room in the intern house. Serves you right, my dude.

I liked the little bit of parenting drama between Link and Amelia, over Scout having his own tablet. Too much screentime isn't good for any of us, especially young children! I like that it wasn't some big drama, that it's more a little thing of all these blended families with various custody arrangements having to negotiate the boundaries and the rules. And it also seems we're making room for the potential developing bond between Amelia and new pediatric doctor Monica, as they touch base briefly about Amelia having a kid, then sit together on a bench to play games on Monica's phone. I can dig the vibe here, waiting to see where it goes!

Yasuda continues to be a highlight. This week, she's working with a patient who's been sent from prison for treatment. She has a really hard time with the idea of sending him back and not giving him the highest level of care possible. This is a plot thread that really underlines systemic issues and also speaks to Yasuda's compassion as a young doctor trying to figure out the level of investment she's able to pour into each of her patients. I love that we never learn much about the prisoner's past, because that's not really the point. Why he's in prison is unimportant to the truth, which is that he's a human being deserving of compassion. Yasuda manages to track down a dessert he's been thinking about for years while locked up, and as he goes back to the prison with meds to help with the pain but no further treatment for his cancer, at least she's able to give him a final comfort.

We didn't get a ton of Helm this week but I like seeing some attention put on the Yasuda/Helm situation. I hope we can get a proper arc focused on them. It still feels like this show doesn't know quite what to do with Helm, and I'd love to give her more of a spotlight soon!

Ultimately, upon reflecting on all of the plot threads this week, a lot were mediocre or irritating to me. I thought Simone and Kwan were the real highlight, and I'm still interested in where a lot of these elements will go from here. With the truncated season length, we're already staring down the barrel of the end of this season of Grey's Anatomy. It's all happening too fast!

6.5/10

#review #grey's anatomy #grey's anatomy review #greys anatomy #greys anatomy review #grey's abc #greys abc

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greatbritishsimchallenge · 8 months

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i wonder what happened for ursula and elisaria's marriage to go wrong

It's a good little story, so I'll tell you, dear anon!

To begin with, their marriage had the honeymoon period. But that was mainly because Elisaria completely changed her personality to fit with Ursula. She got active because Ursula was active. She read books because Ursula read books.

Problem is, no-one can hold up a facade of who they are 24/7 for very long and eventually Elisaria stopped pretending to be interested in those things. The other problem was that Elisaria didn't really have a clue what she did want to do instead - she was so used to being a Lady-in-waiting and following after Colette, she had never really developed her own interests.

In the end, her interest became her children. She was the ultimate helicopter parent over her first baby (who died as an infant) and then even more helicopter over Isabeau.

Ursula, on the other hand, believed child-rearing should be left to the professionals and much preferred being out and horse riding or in and reading. This didn't destroy their marriage, but it did cool things and mean that they spent a lot less time together.

The event that destroyed their marriage was the Crusades. For three straight seasons (those damn dice...) Ursula was away fighting in the crusades. At the time she left, Elisaria was pregnant with Cassian and his twin sister. Elisaria didn't mind being alone too much and dedicated all her energy to raising Isabeau and Cassian (his twin sister died as an infant).

While Ursula was out on the Crusades for the final time, the Great Revolt occurred. Ursula witnessed Wilkin take charge of nearly the entire army. It turns out that, for a very, very long time, Flori and Tate had been raising the orphans in their care as spies and spellcasters, planting them in the Crusade army and giving them Potions of Rejuvenation to keep them young and alive while they swelled their ranks. Wilkin took the charge of all of these orphans, turning on the British army and fighting to take back the Magic Realm. It was the bloodiest battle Ursula had ever seen and she barely made it out alive.

When she returned home, her trust in Elisaria was destroyed. She refused to believe that Elisaria had no idea of Wilkin and Flori's plans - after all, Elisaria had been close to Flori and had been the one to push for Ursula to use her connections and have Wilkin made a general in the Crusades.

The fighting was intense and both Isabeau and Cassian were old enough to watch and understand that their parent's marriage was over, even if they would never divorce.

But - a fractured couple living under the same roof can still have slips and there was one night that the two of them slept together. Ursula fell pregnant. Perhaps this could have been the beginning of them repairing their relationship, but Ursula and the baby died in childbirth so Elisaria never had the chance to try.

#i love this ask so much #thank you for caring about the backstory of my pixels!

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someoneinjersey · 3 months

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made it through the weekend and even was able to go get some things done before we went and picked Bizzy up from her babysitter. i got my oil changed and i wanted to throw a fit because it cost $68. Ten years ago I could go right down the road and get an oil change for less than $25. what the actual fuck. so goddamn aggravating. told my mom about it and how as usual i'm not even a week into the month and basically all my disability money is gone. all she said was "welcome to adulthood. sad." and i swear i wanted to reach through the phone and shake the shit outta her. last week or the week before, kate and i had a big not-fight and during our talk afterwards we discussed how since my mom is my single biggest trigger and/or the source of seemingly unrelated triggers, i need to go back and make more boundaries or reinforce the ones i tried to put in place a while ago. and i was like hm, okay, i'll have to think about how i can broach the subject of say, being in contact like once a week unless something comes up maybe. then the very next day mom hit me with "you know i think if you didn't come to see me in october i wouldn't have survived" and i just threw my fucking hands in the air and gave up. idk what to fucking do and i don't have a therapist anymore and i'm extra moody about it all right now because i started my period four days late.

in any case regarding money, i was able to not mooch off kate all weekend since we went away so early in the month, and so the only things i "treated" myself to (besides food which is 50/50 on whether or not it's a treat or making life easier or whatever) was a denim boiler suit from walmart, potting soil, four pots, and a grow lamp so i can repot and move the four plants that live on the kitchen windowsill. i've never kept plants alive this long so i don't intend on letting them die yet, so they're getting bigger pots and new soil and i'll likely move them into my bedroom. probably switch night stands and stick them on the one in the far corner with the grow lamp. i wish we had places to put them out in the house but A we get zero sun B the aloe plant and chrysanthemum aren't good for the cats and C i'm the only one that takes care of them anyway so they might as well just stay in my space. and it's also like, is it "treating" myself to something if it's keeping a living thing alive? idk. and the denim boilersuit looks so fucking cute i have no regrets spending $28 on it.

it's still incredibly weird drinking coffee every day but it has been helping my moods, surprisingly. i also make myself have a cup of tea (usually decaffeinated green tea) before bed. i'm still keeping up with my planner, though i'm letting myself slide when it comes to my little goal of reading every day. if i blow through too many stories too fast i burn out, so i'm taking my current book slowly and giving myself some grace to take days off. i've eaten like shit since thursday what with being away from home (and today being busy and too tired to cook) so i've noticed i feel not as good in that respect but i can get back on track maybe by tomorrow. maybe. still being exhausted and also being in my period doesn't really bode well for having the energy to make healthy meals or being able to deny my period mood cravings. i have a very unhealthy relationship with food. my feelings inside turn foul and evil if i can't have exactly what i want to eat when i want it if i have a craving. it might actually be psychotic.

i have some things i've been wanting to write, little fanfic ideas. or maybe not so little. but i can't activate that switch in my brain to actually do it. i have hang ups. a lot of them. bah

oh and i left my apple watch on the other side of the state like a fuckin champ. night yall

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Personally on my period i'm hyper-clingy and peace-maker (i call it drunk state because i'm worse than Johnny on a non-period day, i will swat you the fuck out if you even approach because either it's disgusting to me or it makes me feel embarrassed) but i have cramps that aren't supposed to happen i mean those that paralyze you completely, make you vomit, and you feel you're being ripped apart (i have had my leg stabbed from side to side by an infected metal, been burned and it isn't that painful as my period cramps with the plus i have a high pain tolerance) yet i can sometimes endure it an try to be active and do things, it kinda gives me an extra bust of mental energy so i practically don't sleep when on my period, i would try to keep it normal and do all the things i already did with the plus of being more efficient because nothing can stop me (unless i get the cramps that paralyze me like i genuinely can't move and it's difficult to see and breath 💀) so knowing this i'm the type of person that treats the others like i like to be treated i would try to do all of the things for the girls without invaliding them like in a gentle(wo)man act(? ofc asking if they don't mind and def not say something like they can't do things on they periods because 💀💀 i would too kill someone if they told me that. Sorry for the long ass message prince i started rambling by accident 😭. (Plz slap my wrist i need it to stop the ramble and it would be an honor.)

You should probably see a doctor about that. Cramps aren't supposed to be that bad. Take it from someone who also has abnormally painful cramps and recently got A Diagnosis for it.

I'm not touching you, slap your own wrist.

Johnny would make fun of you if you tried to play gentlewoman. You think she can't get on her own horse?

Gyro would appreciate the attention, though. Oooh, it huuurts, kiss her.

#hearings for the prince #yandere johnny joestar #yandere gyro zeppeli

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pandemichub · 11 months

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I'd love people to write in in response to this post. I'll share my own story to get things started.

Before the pandemic started I had just started to get on the right track after an apartment fire 3 years ago at the time. Everything was thrown off by that and I developed PTSD from the event. My health and mental health conditions were well managed, including my agoraphobia and I was in good health.

Even as I sheltered in place for approximately 3 years and only did essential activities and went to essential places I still contracted covid. Sadly my carer brought it into my home and I've suffered with long covid immediately subsequent to my acute infection ever since (August 28th 2022).

It's turned my life upside down. I had planned on starting to ride my bike and now it sits in my apartment untouched. I struggle to walk, sit and balance especially for prolonged periods, at the ripe age of 31. An issue I didn't have before remotely.

And yet doctors keep mentioning anxiety, that it's not conclusive despite not studying up to date literature and published research on covid and long covid. I have no purpose for my shoes much either because travel is taxing on my body. In fact I've been at my mom's house for almost a month because I'm not well enough to return home.

Even paid my rent and electric digitally. My patio remains unoccupied, partly because I don't want harassment about wearing a mask outdoors but also would rather not see my neighbors. One of which harassed me and my carer after coming back from a very stressful dentist appointment with appalling covid safety and not having slept that day.

My computer collecting dust, partly due to the winter storm a couple months or so ago that knocked out my power and messed up the boot sequence, but also not being able to sit at and use it without swaying, heart palpations, feeling faint, and for long periods.

My kitchen sink, cooking utensils and ware goes unused most of the time because my new illness has largely robbed me of the energy and focus to prepare and cook meals. And my apartment tends to occupy me or my one support staff because of my fear of a repeat incident of someone bringing disease into my house. A disease that if I catch again well may kill me, or, faster.

My shower usually is dry as a bone, baths and showers leave me flaring and wiped for days. My hair products sit frequently untouched as I'm too exhausted to brush, braid, cover and moisturize my hair. As do my free weights and elastic PT bands. Ever since I got sick I lack stamina, experience shortness of breath (I had asthma but it was well controlled), my heart rate spikes and I can't exercise in any way that would hit targets or be beneficial.

And still my doctor recommends physical therapy despite telling her all this. And worst of all won't give me a long covid diagnosis. She kicked me to specialist.

Specialist who are already booked out, and whose schedules and patient lists keep lengthening because of the sharp and continued rise in long covid. Knowing it could take months for me to get a diagnosis this route and even longer to get new disability aids I need if I even get documents and approvals at all.

That I can't possibly afford because I'm dirt poor. To add pain to injury, I was disabled before this. And I understood the seriousness of covid and long covid. And took every precaution. But in a society that's a threat to life and safety, I was only as safe as everyone else was and is.

Which means I wasn't and still am not. Not only do I have whatever implications and damage short and long term from my first bout of illness, I constantly have the threat of reinfections and death everyday.

And finally, I have no use for many of the chairs in my home as my brain, neck and spine struggle to keep me upright. My body is in some ways new to me and after 3 plus decades in it, I have to learn it all over again.

And am confronted with no longer being able to do what I once did (possibly ever again) with great sadness nor test limits without high risk and unpredictable results. And it is a terrible, deeply off putting, arrogant and cruel insult to hear people write off or outright deny long covid exists and call long covid a cold. It fucking isn't.

Anyway that's my story.

#Long Covid #Covid sequela #Sequela #Long Covid Advocacy Ireland #Guus #guustweet #Stories of the pandemic #Millions Missing #Illness #Chronic illness #Complex Health Conditions #Disability #Disabled #The pandemic #Public Health

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quirkwizard · 2 months

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The new quirk will be called either Titan or Construct. This will allow her to make and control creatures and/or titans out of air + lightning, water, metal, earth and lava. Examples are animals made from things like metal or ice. Anything that can be airborn can be made from air with lighting to allow them to fight back. An example of water could be an octopus made from condensed water, allowing him to fight back as well as being harder to fight against. Seeing as he is made from water. -1

She can make anything from a mass of bees to a giant Titan of lava. The more she makes the less accurate control she has. The titans will be reserved for emergencies as she is still new to actually making them. Only three months of training with her quirk. These constructs can be kept active for long periods of time but not more than a few day’s consistently. Only one can be maintained for long periods of time for now because of her current power level. If she uses too much energy then she will completely loose control and each construct will fall to pieces. -2

With enough training and concentration she can fully take over one construct rather than just giving orders. She shares a hive mind of sorts with them to continue giving them order without having to be next to them. She currently is only able to use her ability to make 10 constructs that aren’t of enormous size. With training she can expand on the amount and sizes of the constructs. If making a massive one it cannot go past 70 feet, if she ever gets to the power level of making a larger construct. -3

I really don't think this could work. This is way too strong to work as a Quirk. Not only can the user use all these different elements, but they can make all sorts of creatures and constructs from the get go that's simply too much variety. I would suggest doing with another idea or massively downscaling the overall effectiveness of this ability, like massively downscaling what they can make and what elements they use. Like keep it to a couple of mini minions made of a certain number of the elements or just make one element the focal point.

#My Hero Academia #Quirks #Quirk Reviews

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wandering-words · 1 year

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avanine prompt 25 plsss

Thank you for the ask! Still working on these, but keep sending them in if you have any soft prompts you want to see!

Set in a universe in which Ava doesn’t work at Abbott.

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Janine had never been great at time management. Even when she was a student teacher, she was warned by her mentor teacher that her lessons were too perfect, too thought out, and that it didn’t give her the flexibility she needed if she under- or over-estimated the duration of an activity.

Of course, in college she was taught to make lesson plans that were methodical, but it soon became apparent that it wasn’t sustainable.

In her first year at Abbott, Janine found herself walking through her apartment door around 9 or 10 o’clock, exhausted. The bags under her eyes were practically cemented into her skin, and her eyes were often droopy. She was awoken too many times during her lunch period by the bell, and she was spending so much energy planning and grading and doing other tasks that she didn’t even have time for the peppy optimism she usually exhibited.

It had taken a long time for Ava to open up to Janine, to finally ask her out (because Janine was too oblivious to do it herself), ask Janine to be her girlfriend, and now she was worried about Janine’s long hours at the school. She barely saw the shorter woman anymore except early in the morning, and Janine only spoke a shallow “good morning,” pressing a chaste kiss to Ava’s lips before she was heading out the door.

Ava worried that Janine was wearing herself out too much. She knew that Janine had learned to suppress her feelings, that she’d never been nurtured as a kid and tried to only express her emotions in the safe recesses of their apartment when she was alone, but Ava found herself wanting to nurture her girlfriend the way she never had been.

Friday nights were somehow worse. Janine would trudge into their shared apartment, worn out, and she would be so exhausted that she didn’t even make it to the bed, she’d just crash on the couch.

Tonight, Ava was determined to change that.

When Janine opened the door, a loud yawn escaped her mouth. Ava was there to meet the shorter woman, taking the many bags that had started making their way into the crook of Janine’s arm. (No one had told Ava that over time teachers acquired more and more bags to bring to and from school.)

Janine looked up at Ava, her expression tense yet exhausted, her eyes watery. Ava felt herself melt at the sight, and she placed the bags carefully near the doorway before placing a finger under Janine’s chin, raising her head slightly. When Janine’s eyes were locked on hers, Ava took Janine’s hands in her own.

“You’re going to bed properly tonight, Janine. Even if that means I have to help you.”

Janine laughed a hollow laugh before tears started rolling down her cheeks.

“Is this some kind of intervention?” Her words were quiet, nearly choked by the tears running down her cheeks.

Ava had a hard time being soft and vulnerable with Janine, but seeing Janine so small, so defeated, made something twist in her stomach.

“I’m worried about you.”

The words came out thickly, like cough syrup down a sore throat. When Janine squeezed her hands, bowing her head as her sobs grew louder, Ava knew that it was going to take more than just communicating verbally to help her girlfriend.

Ava took Janine’s hand, guiding her up the stairs to their shared bedroom. Janine sat down on the bed, looking small and vulnerable as if she wanted to curl up into herself and disappear. Ava rifled through Janine’s side of their shared dresser to find a pair of sweatpants and a Golden State Warriors t-shirt.

(Janine was a big enough basketball fan that instead of it being weird that Ava’s ex boyfriend was none other than NBA star Andre Iguodala, she was impressed and wanted to keep at least one t-shirt.

Ava letting her keep it had nothing to do with the fact that Janine said it smelled like her.)

Then, as if on autopilot, Ava was undressing Janine carefully. Untying her hair, removing Janine’s sweater, feeling the tensing of Janine’s muscles at the cold as she did so, placing the shirt over Janine’s head, watching as the material practically swallowed her girlfriend.

It was cute.

Before Ava could get lost in the visual image of Janine in her clothes, she was helping Janine out of her skirt, relishing Janine’s fingers on her shoulders as Janine fought to keep her balance.

Ava was about to head into the bathroom to help Janine remove the minimal makeup on her face, but Janine was tugging on her hand, coaxing Ava to sit next to her on the bed. Then Janine’s face was tucked into the space between Ava’s head and shoulder. Ava couldn’t help but shiver when Janine was speaking again, her warm breath tickling Ava’s skin.

“I’m so tired,” Janine whispered.

“I know, baby, but we need to get the makeup off of your face. It’s not good for your complexion.”

She could hear Janine’s soft laughter at that, and Ava couldn’t help the small smile that grew on her face.

Janine’s laughter had to be a sign that Ava’s tender care was working for her.

“Okay.”

Ava grabbed a packet of makeup wipes and sat down on the bed, using one hand to cradle Janine’s chin and the other to wipe the makeup off of Janine’s face. The foundation glided smoothly off of her face and onto the wipe, and a part of Ava wanted to kiss the lip gloss off of Janine’s lips, but Janine was struggling to keep her eyes open, a struggle that Ava could see getting harder and harder with every passing minute, so Ava focused on the task at hand.

Janine without makeup was just as pretty as Janine with it, and Ava found a warmth bloom in her chest and a fond smile rise on her face, wondering how she got so lucky.

Then Janine was crawling into bed and Ava was following, wrapping her arms around Janine’s torso as the shorter woman snuggled into Ava’s chest, her curly hair tickling Ava’s chin as she cradled herself in the warm fortress of Ava’s body.

Ava heard Janine’s breathing even out almost immediately. Before Ava knew it, she was asleep, too, listening to her girlfriend’s steady breathing and vowing to take care of her every single night.

#abbott elementary #janine teagues #ava coleman #ava x janine #avanine #this is embarrassingly soft #but I still loved writing it #because Ava is a softie for those she loves #and I’ll die on that hill

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jeongyeon || ideal type; tarot reading

disclaimer: in my Ideal Type readings, I look into what the person in question is currently (consciously and unconsciously) attracted to! it’s not necessarily their perfect match or the one they will end up with.

✦ Impression (What is seen externally // Might not accuratelly represent the person):

cards: five of wands, two of pentacles reversed, four of wands

Someone who's animated and lively! Not necessarily the loudest or most physically active person in the room, but an individual who's able to keep the same high level of energy going for long periods of time. Essentially, someone who never seems to get tired or overwhelmed, no matter how many things they are doing at once, how many people are around them, etc. (wouldn't it have been easier if I had just written "extrovert"?? lol I actually don't pick up on extroverted energy, only the impression of it - if that makes sense...) Also, playful people; someone who's often seen making others laugh. A person who's great at breaking the ice, making other feel comfortable, and encouraging them to let loose and have fun. Additionally (and this is more regarding their physical appearance), she might be into those who look like they wore the first thing they grabbed out of the closet; the most casual and basic outfits the world has ever seen (sweatpants and hoodie, jeans and white t-shirt, etc) or whatever gives impression that they're always on the go. The simple, low-maintenance look would do a lot for her!

✦ Personality:

cards: the fool, eight of swords reversed, seven of cups reversed

This is a "fuck around and find out" type of person. Nothing is off limits for them; "what if's" never stay "what if's". In fact, this might be an individual who doesn't actually have any solid goals and ambitious, but moreso someone who wants to live life to the fullest and experience as much as possible. Sticking to one job for 40+ years and never leaving their hometown would be this person's worst nightmare! They love novelty; they love their freedom; they love being able to change their looks, their environment, their routine, etc. On the negative side, we see here a person who, 1) might have a hard time controlling their temptations; 2) might become a little too unruly. Besides that, they could also be the type to strongly dislike mob mentality, and do everything and anything to make sure they assert themselves as independent and unique - even bad things. On the positive side, though, this is the sort of individual who wouldn't mind placing Jeongyeon's coffee order or opening the door to the deliver guy if she's the type to get anxious in those situations. Not only would their easy going nature be a great influence/help for people who are a little shy or uptight, but their spontaneity and resourcefulness would also come in handy in these types of circumstances.

✦ What her ideal type should provide in a relationship:

cards: the fool, the hierophant, knight of swords

They should provide her with a mix of freedom and commitment, as well as excitement and security. Although she seeks someone who will keep things fresh and take her out of her comfort zone, she still wants to experience all of the more traditional parts of a relationship - so, romantic dates, celebrations of important milestones, and true commitment and faithfulness, of course. It should be exciting, yes, but stable. Things could not be left "up the in air" for long, nor would she be down for a fwb type of situation, I think. Also, they should prove to her that they are as much into her as she is into them. In that sense, she might prefer someone who, not only takes most of the first steps on the relationship (like, asking for her number, first kiss, etc.), but also someone who takes initiative and often texts her first (during the day - before she texts them), or unexpectedly shows up at her door with a bouquet of flowers and her favorite sweets. And, finally, going back to that freedom aspect: she will want to be able to have her own life and be her own person, even while commited to this relationship. She doesn't mind them having different points of views and beliefs, as long as, in the end, they have the same goals and values in mind for the partnership.

(Disclaimer: all readings are alleged and for entertainment purposes only.)

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