if anyone's curious what adhd is actually like, twenty minutes ago I paused a video game to look up spoilers for it so I can get the Good Ending™, and yet now I find myself looking at pictures of anglerfish, with only vague memories of what happened inbetween these two points
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even if he's been around for a little while, touya still feels a bit odd about the "step-dad" stuff, especially because you two aren't married. the words "dad" and "touya" aren't synonymous, and even if he loves your daughter and she loves him, he just doesn't actively think of himself that way ???
until she comes home from school one day, crying about some boys that are being mean to her, and her face is all puffy and she won't even talk to him, or you, about what happened. and that's when he really realizes how deep he is into this, because he's ready to go back to jail over some eight year olds.
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There are so many people in my day to day life who see dogs as just pets. So many people who don’t understand how much I’m struggling with Miller’s condition. Even people in my own workplace are surprised by how “hard” I’m taking it. The reality is these people go home to a partner or family of an evening, I go home to my dogs. That sounds really miserable and antisocial - but I’m an independent person and I’ve bought my own home and set up my own life and I’ve done it all by myself… except for the little pack of supporters who’ve been there through it all. Miller has been through it all.
Miller knew me when I was 18 and living with my grandparents; still a kid and having no idea about being an adult. Miller knew me when I went through my first break up, and she stuck around through the heartache. Miller knew me when I first ventured out into the big wide world; renting a “big girl house” with a friend and having a stable income and working towards my dreams. Miller knew me through my second break up, where I fled the country and went on a journey to “heal myself” and left her (and Henry) with my grandparents. She didn’t mind. She enjoyed the extra snacks. Miller knew me when I bought my first home, alone, and was right there beside me throughout.
She’s known me through my entire adult life. But I’ve known Miller through the day when she first came home… carsick on the passenger’s seat with only petrol station toilet paper to clean it up. I’ve known Miller through her “drug overdose” where she decided to snack on a pack of ibuprofen (again, with Henry). I’ve known Miller through horrific and uncontrollable ear infections. Where I thought the kindest thing was to let her go. Where I saw her in chronic, severe pain and several ear surgeries and procedures. I’ve known miller through her, um, “back end” problems, and having to remove stitches from her actual butthole. I’ve known Miller through her mellow years, where her only crimes are barking at a yellow lab on the beach or greeting our guests with a loud and persistent voice.
Today someone came to my house and there was no loud voice to greet them. She’s in a vet clinic cage, yellow as a highlighter, trying her hardest to stay alive. She’s 8 years old and has lived a life rich with joy and adventure, but my god I’m not ready to say goodbye yet. She’s not grey, she’s not creaky, she’s still got so much life in her. So many more rivers to swim in and songs to dance to and yellow labs to bark at. Every waking moment is spent agonising over my special little blue dog.
We don’t see leptospirosis where I am located. It’s very rare, and my vets have little experience with it. Today we contacted other hospitals in places were it is more prevalent so we can get a better idea of what we’re dealing with. It can take 7-14 days to see a turnaround. Miller is on day 4. I don’t know how I will afford 14 days of intensive care. I don’t even know how to think about money right now. I don’t know when the right time is to call it; to let her rest, or whether she wants me to keep fighting for her. Every minute is a nightmare and I miss my best girl.
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yall wanna be sad about billy with me? come be sad about billy with me
currently thinkin about how similar billy and max can be sometimes. their anger. their tendency to push people away when shit gets hard. after billy's mom left he retreated into himself, into his pain, turned it into anger so he could wield it like a weapon. after billy died, after he left max, she retreated into her guilt. they both decided being alone with their grief was better than letting people in and risking feeling that pain again.
and what gets me...is the parallel between billy breaking free of the mind flayer because el reached out to him, and max getting free of vecna because of her connection with her friends.
like they both have such high emotional walls, but they both care so deeply, and thinking about billy's choice to die for that little bit of emotional connection vs max choosing to live because of it is. hurting me.
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pros of today’s ep:
the sprina scenes r sooooo 🥰🥰🥰 the banter over the essay is so funny, and I’m so glad they’re finally getting time to themselves!!!!
blayze is back??? AND FLIRTING WITH KRISSY???? lesbians we are SO back
drew getting beat up in the prison showers is kinda funny 🤭 plus Cyrus swooping in to rescue him… life debt repaid???
cons of today’s ep:
Portia being buddy buddy with Esme will forever rub me the wrong way 🤢 like. all this bc u don’t like spencer???? girl… hell is waiting for you…!
also once again. taggert will always be Trina’s one true father. esp after curtis violated her trust and privacy like that???
Carly can you stop trying to get drew outta jail at the cost of putting Sonny in instead… I mean Sonny should be in jail lol but girl so should you????
I try to tune out all of the surrogate plotline stuff but GOD is it annoying… like Molly is legit one of my least faves rn. and all of the other characters they’ve got tied up in this plot arc feel less appealing just by association????
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