i think your pickle tales have somehow finally reached my algorithm on other sites. IG has been giving me pickle snack recipes for the last couple days, and it is definitely not because i, an individual with a cucumber allergy, am greedily seeking out new interesting ways to eat them.
so i just scrolled past something called a "chickle", and i thought you should be aware of your crimes know about this haute new pickle fashion
I’m sorry that my pickles crimes led to me googling a chickle.
That is a fucking war crime, how dare someone do that?? Absolutely wretched to imagine and you should bless your genetic code for the allergy that will protect you from ever experiencing such horrors.
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okay not enough people are talking about this. To everyone that has survived this long, either taking pills, fully healed from, or currently suffering through hyperthyroidism undiagnosed is a fucking hero.
Hyperthyroidism (and it's sister hypothyroidism, which I know less about) is fucking awful.
Your metabolism is completely thrown off. Your heart constantly races. For me, it was at a resting rate of 160 BPM at one point. When running, it was 220. That's enough to give you a heart attack.
Your balance is constantly off, you fall over and wobble nonstop. You physically cannot walk a straight line. In extreme cases, looking up can make you fall over. Yes, looking up could knock you over.
Your eyes stick out of your head uncomfortably so. The muscle behind them swells up, making them stick out. In extreme cases, people have needed to get eye patches, or, for those unlucky, the eyes do come out completely.
Your own fucking throat is attacking you. Like I said, I know less about hypothyroidism, but hyperthyroidism is what happens when your thyroid, located in the front of your neck, goes ballistic. It's incurable naturally and can only be treated with pills.
It's not "clumsiness." It's not being "sensitive." It's a fucking disease that goes after 40% of AFAB people. THAT'S A HUGE CHUNK OF PEOPLE.
My dad got it, too, so it's not just them, either.
Some people have to take pills forever. The lucky ones heal. For some, only radiation can finally kill it before it kills them.
If you're suffering from hyperthyroidism (or it's sister), I am so fucking sorry. My heart goes out to you.
Reblog to let hyperthyroid victims know you see them. You care. You want them to get better. I love each and every one of you.
I hope we will one day heal, in one way or another.
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no longer counting without you || hanako x reader headcannons(?)/oneshot || Part two bc I can't with that cliffhanger I literally made
God I literally hate myself- after those hc's I really wanted to do a oneshot follow up because I'd end up feeling really bad afterwards
Also I just watched the last video of Stampy's lovely world and I'm crying
Like seriously I'm not even kidding
ANYWAYSSS
Below will include; Angst, Fluff, slightly funny moments, horrible writing lmao
Maybe Hanako made a mistake.
Maybe he should've continued hesitating. If not for just a little bit longer.
Sitting on the windowsill in his bathroom, Yashiro mopping around the floor, staring out the window.
It felt.. increasingly nostalgic. Both the good and bad type.
"Hanako-Kun?" 'Amane?'
He blinked, freezing up. It was just Yashiro. It was just Nene. He turned to her, giving her a confused look.
"...Can I leave for the day?"
He snorted, finding it ironic that he was so tense, like she was about to turn into you or something.
Would she?
"Why do you wanna go home so early on in cleaning? What, another boy asking for a rendezvous in an empty classroom, organizing papers?~" He teased, Yashiro huffed.
"I didn't even go! You threatened me, Hanako-Kun!" She flicked her hair over her shoulder sassily, turning away with the mop in her hand, holding it to her chest and looking up like she was fantasizing.. something.
"I'm going to be meeting up with a new spirit! It's a little white kitty, and they said they were my protector! Uwaa~, I wonder if they can transform into a hot guy and we can fall in love, ehehe~" Yashiro giggled dreamily.
Hanako was.. not amused, to say the least. He jumped down from his place at the windowsill, turning her to face him. "You're going to have to tell me where this 'white kitty' is."
She happily complied. "They said they'd be waiting for me at the entrance of the scho- Hanako-Kun?" And just like that, he was gone.
Blush colored petals falling between an apparition and a cat, gracefully threading through the air like dancers desperate to be seen.
"The cherry blossoms are beautiful, are they not?" The cat would ask calmly, in that all too familiar voice. But he can't be too sure yet. He needs to know whether this milk white feline has overstayed their welcome. They could cause trouble. However harsh he was planning to treat the spirit in front of him, however, died down a bit with just the sound of a voice. He was weak, and he knew exactly why.
'God damnit.'
"You know, I don't think letting yourself in is a good idea, Yōkai. What if you were a Yakubyō gami, hm?" "I am not a Yakubyō gami, nor do I intend to act like one." It politely shut him down. Okay.. Alright. Maybe assuming a Yōkai was a Yakubyō gami was a bit offensive. Next apparition name, then.
"So you're just an apparition then." It nodded. "My job is to protect those who summon me. I do not mean to cause harm in any way by associating with that girl of yours." He couldn't help but perk up at that. There was a tone beneath their words. He just couldn't tell what it was. "Girl of mine? She's simply my assistant." This might be more interesting than he'd ever hoped for.
"And what about you? Do you not have some sort of a human form, or are you too embarrassed to change into it? You seem quite stoic, though.." Does it look like they're laughing? He certainly is. "I.. do. Would you feel more comfortable if I was in it?" He didn't care, really. He talked to Yako on the daily, but.. He was kind of curious.
"I guess so."
He was surprised, to say the least.
Of course it was you. It had to be you.
What did you even do to end up like him?
Why didn't you come by sooner?
He was lost for words, how could he not be? You were standing right in front of him.
His hand twitched.
His leg moved forward.
But he didn't move. He couldn't.
This isn't the first time this has happened. Both as dreams and hallucinations. How can he be so sure? How can you blame him?
He regrets a lot of things. But he has to admit, one of the things he regrets most is leaving you behind.
You're still here though. Your not disappearing, he's not waking up, Yashiro talked about you for heavens sake.
A sob escaped him, taking off in a sprint and tackling you to the ground. God, it's been so long since he's even shed a tear.
Maybe he wasn't alone anymore. No, he wasn't.
He was no longer counting without you.
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