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whitedragoncoranth · 11 days
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Life on Knowhere III
Once more, Rocket was at my apartment, he and I were crashed in bed together, and Cosmo was atop, curled at my feet. Dressed once again in a shirt far too large for him (he secretly loved them, they felt like blankets to him, like he could burrow into them) Rocket rested easily, head next to mine on a pillow as he looked at me, seriously. "I... I know I wasn't all there that night, three months ago - when I ran in here after that nightmare - but... d'ast it, I remember what you did, how you put me in the shower, then dried me off, picked me up and put me in bed wit' you and Cosmo. An'... an' I remember what you told me about... about g-grief. I... I remember what happened after, now, too... you pettin' me all over... Felt good, didn't feel humiliatin', at all..."
Now, the little raccoon's eyes went misty, and he snuffled back a sob. "D'ast it, I..." he inhaled another sob, and I gently gathered him to me, pressed his little body gently against my own pyjama clad form. After a moment to collect himself, he continued in a whisper, "Deep down, I want someone to hug me, to touch my face. I wan' it to be so normal that neither of us thinks anything of it. I... I wan' it to be you, humie - David. I... I know you ain't attracted to me, uh, sexually... but you still love me, flarkin' hell you do! What'chu call it? Agape? Universal love? That... that you can love someone so much without sex...?" When I nodded, he continued, "Then... I consent. I... I want you to touch me, pet me, whatever. I gotta get over bein' touch averse. But only when we're alone - when it's jus' you an' me - for now. Okay?"
I nodded solemnly, then, pulling him atop me I gently petted him, ruffled his headfur, softly stroked, petted, scratched behind his ears and Rocket tensed, shivered, then burst into silent tears, as if a weight was lifting off his shoulders, something he'd carried for far too long... Aside from his intimate places, I made love to Rocket with my hands, my touch; I petted, stroked, caressed him all over, finding what he liked, what he didn't, where he was most sensitive. I made him laugh so hard he cried, made him groan softly with pleasure, and purr so loudly his whole body vibrated.
Probably not even aware he was doing it, Rocket returned my love, he nuzzled all over me, utterly scent-marked me, rubbed against me and lick-lick-licked me with his little tongue--before I massaged him into oblivion. Later, the little raccoon just stared at me, half-dazed and half in awe. "I... whoa... I... I always thought touch only meant pain. I... flark, I had no idea it could feel like that!" Fur tingling, muscles pliant - feeling like a complete being, metal, cybernetics and all - he rolled this way, and that way luxuriating in the feel of everything, the shirt he wore, the duvet, the memories of my hands working him over until his brain may well have shut off! "Mmmmh..." he rolled back towards me, flipped over that I could lazily draw patterns in his chest fur, pur-r-r-r-r-r-ing... "... Wish I could'a met you long ago, as a kid," Rocket murmured, later. "I'd 'a let you pick me up right then and there...!"
"Oh, don't tempt me...! I'd have never let you go if you had, little man; you'd be in my arms nearly always, then up on my shoulders as you grew; then piggy-back rides as an adult. We'd have to exercise your legs so they wouldn't atrophy!" Rocket trilled with laughter, then nuzzled noses with me. "... But it'd be so worth it!" he replied cheekily and I ruffled his headfur again and pet him until the bed shook with his purring!
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asteralpine · 7 months
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Blood sugar dropped so low that I traveled through time.
Swear I saw that it was past seven and I had a crisis bc I was sad that I'd sat in the chair spacing out all evening but then things got weirder and weirder and I called my man to make it better (he got me juice) and then it turned out it was barely even 6 pm (I got home at five) and suddenly I was freezing?
Hate this fucking shit.
But my man is toasty warm and I am cuddling him in bed rn and slowly my sugar is coming up. (But the finger-poke meter says I'm at 200 which is actually bullshit no way on earth because the world doesn't get this fucky when I'm not low.)
Ugh.
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contac · 2 years
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bryan-damage · 11 months
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I think they were going for funny but ended up at eerie.
The Matrix + "Ice Ice Baby" + Wilford Brimley
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yeahiwasintheshit · 11 months
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steamedtangerine · 3 months
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Kittens
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omorales81 · 4 months
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I never knew I needed a rapping Wilfred Brimley, remixed with The Matrix, but here we are. #Rap #HipHop #TheMatrix #Diabeetus #IceIceBaby #VanillaIce #TooCold 🧊 🎤 @auralnauts
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Name blorbos rotating in your head
fuck man.
jason todd, dick grayson, michael, chidi anagonye, count olaf, autumn browne, dionysus, alex and henry, achilles and patroclus,
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toodefendorperson · 1 year
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Lysithea on Diabetes
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shitpostroundhouse · 2 years
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Little Orange Julius Cesar Simpson
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Conspiracy: DQ kills the Orange Julius. DQ, "the real killer" already kills millions by diabetus, including Ned Beatty, rumored to be the brother of--yet denied by Warren Beatty. The Warren Commission fb[ this message has been intercepted by the CIA[
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belovedmuerto · 1 year
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Really fucking frustrated the past couple of weeks but especially the past few days because I CANNOT SEEM TO FIND a decent fucking infusion site. I got a solid twenty years out of my lower belly and it’s pretty much spent and yet everywhere else i’ve tried seems to have shit insulin absorption and like.
Why you gotta be like this, body? Why do I keep spiking up to 300+ every time i eat so much as a fuckin cracker?!?!
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hockpock · 1 year
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overheard from smol child today at big lots:
“We should...wait until th’ day before Christmas. So we can get the freshest cookies when Santa comes.”
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steamedtangerine · 5 months
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nonobadcat · 2 years
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The ice cream truck just drove past. My body is ready.
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The jokes about La Croix and other seltzer drinks tasting like they were once in the presence of an orange aren't funny anymore, since they're one of the few carbonated things I can drink that doesn't have sugar or aspartame (allergic apparently?) in it. 🙃 Currently drinking a vaguely vanilla-orange scented seltzer and dying inside.
Can we please ban aspartame so I can have more sodas flavored with sucralose that are easy to obtain? Please?
Diet Coke with Splenda? Yeah, I can't find it anywhere. I'd love to drink it, but I can't find it.
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