yknow it is crazy to think about how much i have been able to improve my quality of life by selling art as a supplementary form of income. like obviously it's a second job and it's taxing but it's also so rewarding to know how much people enjoy my work and how much good it is doing me to like, feel like i can buy snacks at the store. to be able to get takeout every once in a while. like obviously those are extremely minor changes or things most people take for granted but to me it's huge. having berries in the house when they're out of season and more expensive. buying things for CONVENIENCE??! it feels so crazy to me to have such a sense of luxury which i know says more about the bleak feeling of poverty that's followed me around my entire adult life than anything else but i feel so much gratitude that i am afforded these small luxuries at least in part because of people that like my art. not to mention how nice is is to make things consistently again when, prior to 2020, i hadn't made art regularly in almost a decade. anyway. it's cool!
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i love that dnp are that friend/couple whose house is the one place where everyone goes to to hang out and play all kinds of games (no generic truth or dare here!) and drink all kinds of drinks and eat all kinds of snack. from the 1st london apartment to the phouse, it's been like that and it's so sweet
no because it really feels like they make an effort to make their spaces a home like even online you get the sense all of their homes have been made as a safe space and comfort zone. i love that they always feel lived in and welcoming (even with the whole minimalist hygge japanese modernism style dan loves)
creating an environment where people feel safe and seen is just the dnp experience
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continuation of the quasi sickfic snippet.
Randy manages to hold onto consciousness till the end of his shift but only barely. Its obvious he's not fit to drive home by himself.
Chris and his girlfriend could care less what happens to their whimpy coworker, their boss has dipped early. Benson is the only one who is somewhat concerned.
Instead of asking Randy for his home address and driving him home and delivering him into the (overbearing, smothering) hands of his mom, you know, like a NORMAL person, he decides to take the fever stricken boy home with him. Leads him to his car, deposits him in the passenger seat, lifts his legs inside one by one. Randy immediately sinks into himself, visibly deflating, as soon as his behind makes contact with the cushion and his legs are inside the vehicle.
Benson turns down the radio to a more comfortable volume, pretty sure that Randy is fighting a losing battle against a nasty headache at this point. Reaches over to lower the passenger side window, letting the air flow cool Randy's flushed face.
Halfway home, Benson realises that he now has to find a place for Randy to rest, has to take care of him, has to make sure the boy doesn't succumb to whatever virus it is that's got him in this sorry state. Are there even any meds at home? When was the last time he was sick? He quietly curses himself and his less than thought through decision. The worry about Randy got the better of him.
He makes a quick stop at a pharmacy and a convenience store, picks up the basics of anti-inflammatory painkillers and a couple cans of cheap chicken soup. That'll have to do.
When they make it to the house Benson shares with his mom, Randy is barely responding. Which is concerning. The fever must be in full swing already. He picks the boy up, he's lighter than he looks, which is also concerning. Does he get enough food at home? No wonder this cold has knocked him on his ass in less than 24 hours.
He walks through the front door, past his mom and down the hallway, straight into his room. He places Randy down on his bed, draping his arms and legs into a somewhat comfortable position. Fixes the pillow under his head. That'll have to do for now.
Benson makes his way back out to his car, getting the painkillers and the soup cans. Walks back into the house and into the kitchen, ignoring his mom's questions. At least for the rest of today. It's all about taking care of the boy his boy now, and trying to not fuck it all up.
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