#Mrs. Migraine

[redscorpiocat]

Happy Halloween from us to you!! ^w^🧡🎃🧡🎃🧡🎃

And happy 20th birthday to me!! ^w^🧡🎃🧡🎃🧡🎃🧡🎃

#my art #digital artwork #my ocs #Lanna #sweet pea #mr. feral #Rebelliana #Mr. Psychosis #Sour Puss #Mrs. Rebrand #Mrs. Migraine #Charciel

[acianoh]

Be careful what you ask your God for.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd s2 #izzy hands #we all just saw izzy cry right???? #mr con o'neill this is a comedy sir #i have such a bad migraine i need to sleep 20h i hope i haven't hallucinated that teaser #2023

[luanna801]

I feel like a thing we don’t talk about enough in the context that Jack LIVES in the asylum is: If Lucy had accepted his proposal, was he going to bring her back to live there with him???

Like, I grant you it’s fully possible he was planning to buy a perfectly normal house with a proverbial white picket fence, but this is Jack “brought a lancet to propose” Seward, and I think it’s just as likely that he either hadn’t thought this through, or else thinks it’s Perfectly Normal Behavior to bring your brand new wife, a sheltered society girl, back to your asylum to share your Brooding Goth Asylum Lifestyle.

Would their kids have been raised there?? Not just in any asylum, but the asylum with security fiascos second only to Arkham? The asylum where one of his patients successfully ran into his study with a knife and stabbed him???

Obsessed with the idea of Renfield escaping for the 159603th time and Jack having a mild heart attack when he finds him in the kid’s room, but Renfield is just holding Baby Seward very gently and singing “The Itsy Bitsy Spider” (or as it was known back then, I kid you not, “The Blooming Bloody Spider”) while the two of them play with an actual spider.

#dracula #dracula daily #jack seward #r.m. renfield #lucy westenra #headcanon #Baby Seward: Daddy when can I play with the funny spider man again?? #Jack (manifesting the migraine of a lifetime): ... When he's... uhh... feeling better? #(this backfires because Baby Seward is now VERY WORRIED that the Funny Spider Man is sick #and insists on bringing him soup or flowers or whatever to his room #'Daddy told me that you're not feeling well Mr. Renfield!! I hope you get better soon!' #Renfield: '... You know I'm feeling a lot better already') #Baby Seward is the change the world of Victorian mental healthcare needs actually

[navree]

van helsing after only being introduced yesterday has already started talking like a lunatic, dragged seward for not having a wife or daughter in front of the woman he proposed to, apparently says “pouf” on the reg, and is again hinted at to have A Super Special Past with seward, mr stoker your self insert super special do not steal oc is really gay and also very fun

#personal #dracula daily #god i love van helsing he's a top tier character #the pouf and the seward drag took me out you didn't need to do that sir #but also the way he talks........mr bram stoker has never talked to someone outside of england before in his life apparently #and assumes anyone from amsterdam speaks like they're having a stroke and a migraine at the same time

[ressioo]

Its my silly guy

Can have him while i have intense thoughts about iterator structures

Gotta share those thoughts at some point tbh. Actually doing some solid world building for once

#tsv reb #need to draw my ocs more #or at least mr migraine and his big bird #rain world iterator #rain world oc

[stormy-writer]

Rumplestiltskin x Reader - Hot n' Cold

Summary: The rat-bastard needs a hug, but he doesn't wanna open up.

CW: Unbearably smothering fluff, one mention of mental illness, mentions of crying, light mentions of death

WC: 1.6k

Pairing: Rumplestiltskin x reader | Rumplestiltskin x fem!reader

A/N: I started writing, blacked out, and now I have this. Here, I guess. Inspired by a post by omgopalsapphire

I breathed in his scent as his warmth flooded me. He smelled like wine and woodsmoke, like a drink by the fire. But he also smelled like mushrooms. Like a rotted log, nestled in the darkness of the wood. His long, wavy hair shook in the harsh winds, and I could feel the cold creeping up my back. But his touch kept me warm. I didn't dare move, and neither did he.

He quietly sobbed into my shoulder as I rubbed his back, silently soothing his cries. The only audible thing was the wing whistling in our ears and our breaths as we stood, wrapped in each other's arms. I had barely known him, yet he seemed so… broken. He looked like he had seen so much pain, so much heartache. And now, as his body shook with his soundless sobs, I could only feel his pain even more.

I did not care how much he snarled and threatened, how he bared his teeth in a deadly grin. Now he was open, vulnerable. And I wasn't going to let anything happen to him. I felt connected to him, somehow bonded. I felt him relax after a while, his muscles no longer so tense. His body stilled and his tears stopped, but he did not let go. The warmth of the embrace seemed to fill him, as it did me. He sniffled, and I could tell he didn't want to let go. So as his arms loosened from around me, I picked him up.

In his surprise, he grabbed onto me again, holding me tightly. With a gasp, the untrusting tone from before settled back into his voice. “What are you doing? Set me down.” He was demanding, but he couldn't hide the emotion in his tone. I hummed in response, but I just turned around and started walking. Back to his castle, where he always was. He let out a small huff before murmuring, and I could tell he was saying “thank you”

.We walked in a comfortable silence, his breathing becoming light and steady as he fully relaxed into me. ‘He must be asleep,’ I thought. Walking as quietly as I could, I nudged open his doors and stepped into his domain, his large estate. The doors slowly shut behind me, and I paused. I knew nothing of this man, except for his terrible pain. I only knew about his home because I knocked on his door, seeking refuge from the storm. But, thankfully, as I stood there thinking, he leaned back in my arms, forcing me to set him down.

I looked on with concern as he slid out of my grasp, my hands ending up at his waist. “Thank you… for carrying me.” He spoke so quietly, I almost couldn't hear him. It was almost as if he was frustrated that I had helped him. “It's no problem. Are you alright?” We were still so close, my hands holding him in place as our breaths mingled. He paused, taken aback. After all the kindness I'd shown him, he was still shocked when I showed that I cared. Grumbling, he stepped back, getting away from me. “I'm fine. You go along and do whatever it was you were doing before you got here.”

How could he be so hot and cold? How could he pretend like the moment never happened? How silly he is. And frustrating. “I don't think you are fine. A man that-” “I AM NOT A MAN,” he screamed. His heart raced and I could see the anger on his face. But his eyes held only heartbreak. “I am nothing but a monster, and you need to learn that before you get hurt, dearie.” The venom in his words only served to frustrate me more. Who did he think he was?

“I am sorry, but you need to calm down. There's no reas-” Before I can finish, he storms up to me and grabs me by the throat, lifting me up. He was by no means a large man, and yet he had the strength of a giant. I choked, and he grinned evilly. Dropping me, he stepped away. I stood from my knees, rubbing my neck. “There's no reason to get so worked up over nothing.” I dropped my sweet tone, my emotions now shifting. He looked a little hurt, but he covered it with a look of anger.

“And who's to say I'm worked up, hmm? I feel PERFECTLY fine.” His tone raised, and I could tell he was trying to keep his walls up. “So fine, in fact, that I'll make you a deal.” I frowned. “I don't take deals. You know that.” “Yes, yes. But this will be a deal you cannot refuse!” He was hiding again. Hiding beneath that dastardly mask, that sinister smile. Shaking my head, I stepped forward, only for him to take a step back. “What's your offer?” My frustration seeped through my words, as well as my tiredness. Flamboyantly, he bowed and chuckled.

“Well, my dear, the deal is you leave my estate and never find me or it again, and you get something from me. A favour.” He took a pause, and his voice dropped to a whisper. “Anything.” Was he serious? He was pushing me away, shoving me out of his life, and for what? Because I got too close? Too close to the truth? He was really boiling my blood. I sighed. “Anything. Anything at all?” Nodding he straightened his back and stood tall again, or, as tall as he was. I looked away, thinking. But then I got an idea.

“Fine. I'll take the deal.” A look of pain flashed across his features, if only for a moment. Then he returned to his sly, smug grin. “So, what'll it be? Money? Perhaps a family? I can-” “I want you to rescind the deal.” He was shocked. His mouth hung agape as he looked at me like I was crazy. Then he shut it, smiling irritatedly. “That was fast. Don't you want to think it over, maybe? There's a lot I could provide you with.” He stepped closer, gesturing wildly as he tried to convince me.

“And, besides, it's such a simple task. Why not ask for something you truly desire? Hmm? Anything at all, and it will be yours.” Now he was close, almost as close as before. How could he have gone from crying into my shoulder to trying to get rid of me? He was more bipolar than Aunt Vicka. I took a breath, biting the inside of my cheek. “You're right. I have a better idea.” He seemed pleased at the fact I was changing my favour. Leaning down, I whispered as a grin spread across my face.

“Rescind the deal and you have to be nice to me. Or at least tolerant.” His smirk fell, replaced by a look of anger. He did not like being the one without control. He wanted to be the one with the upper hand. Growling, he glared me down as he looked up at me, our faces inches away. “You… And why exactly should I? I could just throw away this little deal, and I could kill you right where you stand.” His voice was low, and I could feel the hate in his breath. And yet his eyes told me of his true feelings. Feelings of hurt, feelings of frustration. Why wouldn't I just leave? I really could, and I could get myself a life of luxury.

But I didn't want to. I didn't want to leave. “No, you couldn't. I already accepted the deal. And now I’ve told you my favour, which you owe me.” I knew that magic binded his word, and I knew that he had to comply. He stood, his expression almost blank, if it weren't for the obvious anger. His lip twitched and he huffed, stepped back. “Technically, if I rescinded the deal, that would make the favour null. It would be useless. Inactive.” “No, it wouldn't. I'm calling on the favour while the deal is still in action, so you will have to follow through, no matter if the deal is terminated or not.”

I knew about tricks. I didn't know of his, but I knew of many. Sighing, he rolled his eyes and grumbled something I didn't hear. “What was that?” I stepped closer, closing the gap between us. He took a small step back, but he didn't move again as I stopped in front of him. “I said fine!” He snapped at me, but quietly. He looked like a little kid that just got told off. I grinned. Taking his hand, I planted a kiss on his green, scaly knuckles. I muttered against his skin, looking up at him expectantly. “Could I possibly ask for a room to stay here?”

I have no idea what the fuck I just wrote but my eyes hurt and I have a migraine. I made this because I saw a post of omgopalsapphire saying “imagine hugging Rumplestiltskin” and I couldn't get it out of my head. Thank you for reading.

#ouat #once upon a time #x reader #x y/n #reader #y/n #writing #fanfiction #fanfic #drabble #imagine #rumplestiltskin #mr.gold #mr. gold #mr.gold x reader #mr. gold x reader #tall reader #writeblr #migraine #rushjob #goodness gracious

[mapofthemazeinthemirror]

A representation of me consuming what txt has been up to in Paris.

#어떡하지 indeed 😵‍💫 #pushed through my migraine to see it all and now I’m going to go lay down and try not to think any thoughts #especially not about Mr Kang Taehyun #cee’s notebook 🗒️ #txt in Paris

[smokeweedeattherich]

Mr. Beast is like an invasive species that has stolen the niche that used to belong to the Mythbusters.

#he does shit like launching a train into a pit #but he doesnt have any myths to bust #mr. beast #mythbusters #i have a migraine #idk if this post made sense.

[catladychronicles]

Says in the tone of Bond. James Bond.

#y’all I’m losing it #mr nut #automation puns #t nuts #nuts and bolts baby #just found out I should not be taking a combination BC with my history of migraines with auras #have my stroke symptoms been real #like #literally have just thought the numbing of my face and arms sometimes has been the migraines ??? #im stressed #yes leaving this load in the tags #in the MR NUT TAGS #absurd

[anneapocalypse]

Awake but at what cost. 🙃

#migraine episode kept me awake and then was woken up early by mr. a getting a work call #so i'm tired but there is no going back to sleep

[moviehealthcommunity]

Rocky III (1982)

This is a Movie Health Community evaluation. It is intended to inform people of potential health hazards in movies and does not reflect the quality of the film itself. The information presented here has not been reviewed by any medical professionals.

Rocky III has a few scenes with flashing cameras and patterned city lights throughout. Every scene taking place in a sporting arena has flashing cameras.

Some brief moments use shaking cameras, but most of the camera work is very smooth.

Flashing Lights: 7/10. Motion Sickness: 4/10.

TRIGGER WARNING: Grief is explored through a large portion of this film.

Image ID: A promotional poster for Rocky III

#Movie Health Community #Health Warning #Actually Epileptic #Photosensitive Epilepsy #Seizures #Migraines #Motion Sickness #MGM #Rocky III #May #1982 #Sylvester Stallone #Talia Shire #Burt Young #Carl Weathers #Mr. T #Burgess Meredith #Rated PG

[faarkas]

i fixed it and it even still ejects

#mr parker i saved u. #hil.txt #now….now it is nap time my head hurts so bad goodbye #like at what point does it become a medical emergency yk it’s been a full 7 days of migraine. #new personal record. it was 5 before. 🥳🎉🎊

[mr-president]

i LOVE your henryk SO MUCH!!!! he’s so funny and i love how you draw his hair oiugjjg <- positively gushing with affection

i’m very glad there are henryk enjoys to compensate for my overwhelming hatred of drawing his hair, balances the world out :>

anyway, thank u!! i try my best :3

#for context every time i try to draw henryk or pav i get a mad migraine or some other shit happens and i have to stop drawing #it’s God’s sign imo #mr president interviews

[myckicade]

I've learned a few things today:

As I'm building a playlist for him, for something I'm writing, it occurs to me... I'm deep in it for Izzy. Like, deeper than even I knew. He's so fucking fascinating. My favourites are usually the 'bad guys', and the ones with screws loose. While Izzy isn't my #1, he's... in my Top Three, at least.

Izzy/Buttons is a fucking thing. Like, A Fucking Thing. Here I've been, just spouting off to my friends that Izzy could use a dude like Buttons, and I go and find that it exists! I'm so happy! I mean, I don't know how I feel about the ship name ButtHands, but... I might even share that fic I've been hiding sitting on for the past few months weeks.

My dishwasher, I'm pretty sure, is about to buy the farm. Everything else in this house has had the radish, so what's one more item?

Having fifteen fucking WIPs is getting to me. First, it was nearly Bishop (Mayans M.C.) and Ed (OFMD) having a little heart-to-heart on the Revenge, because I was too tired to pay attention to what I was doing. Then, Bucky, Sam and Zemo (MCU) all popped up in Wellington (WWDitS) for the Wedding of the Century. And, just now, Izzy (OFMD) was running between three storylines, and two different boyfriends, because, again, I wasn't paying attention. Close your browsers, as needed, folks. This shit gets ugly, fast.

P.S. I'm actually laughing my ass off at myself for it. It's so dumb, but the crossovers are actually kind of funny to me.

I've eaten nothing but sugary shit for the last two days, which tells me that, yay, I have a migraine coming on. -_- .

#Mycki Rambles #It's mostly OFMD-related but still #OFMD #Our Flag Means Death #Izzy Hands #Izzy x Buttons #Bizzy #ButtHands #Oh Heaven Help Me #Mr. Buttons #Nathaniel Buttons #Buttons #WIPs #Migraines #I'm losing my damned MIND #Fanfiction

[staydandy]

Good-bye, Mr. Black (2016) - 굿바이 미스터 블랙 - Whump List

List by StayDandy Synopsis : Inspired by “The Count of Monte Cristo,” this TV show follows a devious plot of revenge and love. After searching for answers after a sudden tragedy, a man uncovers the betrayal of his best friend and devises a plot to exact revenge. To disguise his identity, he enters a phony marriage with a young woman but finds himself unexpectedly falling in love with her that restores his trust and confidence in humanity. (MDL)

Whumpee : Cha Ji Won / Mr. Black played by Lee Jin Wook

Country : 🇰🇷 South Korea Grenres : Thriller, Business, Romance

Notes : This is a Partial List - I didn't list every bit of whump, just what caught my attention the most

Episodes on List : 7 Total Episodes : 20

*Spoilers below*

02 : Cha Ji Won is shot & passes out

03 : … continued from previous ep.

06 : Passes out

11 : Stabbed & hospitalized

12 : … continued from previous ep.

17 : (near end) Passes out

19 : Suffering extreme migraines ... in a fight & passes out

More Whump Lists for this show: SomeWhumpyStuff KoreanDramaWhump

#whump #whump list #drama #goodbye mr black #good-bye mr black #굿바이 미스터 블랙 #cha ji won #mr black #Lee Jin Wook #faints #collapses #passes out #stabbed #hospitalized #shot #migraine #fight #Thriller #Business #Romance #south korea #asian whump

[emordnilap-fr]

my ap human geo teacher predicted my obsession with the color orange i think bc he gave me a homemade orange scented candle bc i passed the exam with a 5 (along w a couple other ppl) and i started using it like 3 years ago and 2 years ago is when i started my whole tacky hawaiian shirt and Color Orange Love deal

#emord rambles #not fr #that was almost 6 years love u mr wolf it's like the only scented candle that doesn't immediately give me migraines #worth the hell that was a fucking . ap exam . hate those things sm #but yeah he was like hi guys if you get a 5 you'll get something :) and it was candles #didn't know he made candles til then tbh apparently it was his big hobby #cool guy he gave us all nicknames and then at the end of the year compiled them into a single google slide so we could take a pic