I’m currently sick (one of the reasons I have yet to finish the bildad drawing) and it got me thinking
Crowley definitely created the sensation of feeling like you need to sneeze and then not sneezing.
And I’m going to blame him for my misery right now (still love him tho)
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pics of our silly kitties & us for attention :)
hi everybody. my name is noa, im a latine trans masc guy from brazil who's a full time student. my gf, andrea, is an autistic bi woman who moved overseas to be with me and support us throughout my graduation. we live in a tiny teeny town, so i cant even try to do freelance work.
the beginning of the year was really rough on us, we had a lot of expenses and andrea's work was very slow. now it has picked up, but she locked her back this week, making her unable to work :(. her vertebra rolled around and snapped back in place, pinching her sciatica. it was so bad she couldnt move and we had to get an urgent physical therapist appt so she could have some sort of relief. now shes on strict bed rest in the hopes it'll get better.
we have over R$1k in late car payments, plus our regular bills (we spend a lot w medication monthly + doctors appt + my t shot + pet expenses as 2 of our 4 pets are chronically ill + orange cat needs teeth extractions). unfortunately i cannot take a loan out as we already have one, and im not eligible for another.
i can offer art commissions, veterinary advice, veterinary/animal research information/help and anything related to biological sciences.
andrea can offer writing commissions (sample of her work), editing & proof reading (papers and creative writing), with experience in humanities.
the dollar to real conversion rate is 5 to 1 so every little bit helps.
p.ay.p.al: @andr3333a
ven.mo: Andrea-Glenn-19
we can take pix, bank transfers or whatever works for you. i can provide bank statements and bills as proof is needed.
thank you for reading!!!
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Just Hold Me
pairing: Peter Parker x fem!reader
warnings/tags: angst from reader, like girl is not doing good atm, peter dealing with his own spider-man troubles, mentions of bruises/blood (briefly but still)
summary: they're just a bunch of tired people trying to catch a break
a/n: I suppose this is what some would call hurt/comfort... anyway, I wanted to write something, but kinda felt pretty shitty today, so here you go
wc: 373
You're sitting at home on your bed, zoned out as you're staring at the wall. The day had started like any other: wake up, morning routine, go to your classes, go home, do homework, eat dinner, relax.
Or at least, you were supposed to relax, but that admittedly gets quite difficult when your mind is running around like crazy.
On some days, you'd ask yourself which was worse: having an endless train of thoughts running through your mind or the fact you'd somewhat gotten used to it.
Keyword: somewhat. There were days where every thought got too loud, where all you wanted to do was scream and bury your head in your pillow, in the hopes of draining out all the random voices and that annoying tune that just wouldn't get out of your head.
But you had no such luck today. Unfortunately, there were also days where all you could do was stare off into space, feeling yourself drown in your mind as you froze in time, unable to do anything except get overwhelmed.
That's how Peter found you when he crawled through your window. Normally, you'd look up and greet him with a smile, whether it was a real or fake one. So, when you didn't, he knew.
He always knew, knowing too much from own experience to know what thought-induced paralysis looked like.
"Too loud today?" He asked, to which you simply nodded, "Alright, come here."
For someone who wasn't the biggest fan of physical touch, you strangely found a sense of comfort as he wrapped his arms around you. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, closing your eyes for a moment.
"Bad fight today?" You asked after a few moments in silence, making Peter raise his eyebrows.
"How did you know?"
"Your muscles are still tensed up," You say softly, "And I can practically smell the blood on your face."
Despite the depravity of it all, Peter couldn't help but let out a dry chuckle. "Guess we both had a bad day today."
"Yours is worse, you got beaten up," You argue, "I just had a busy mind."
"It's not a competiotion, love," He whispers as he holds you close. "Need something?"
"Just hold me."
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Did the fact that I forgot to order more vitamin supplements get to me, or was it something I ate?
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sometimes you're going to sit on the floor and cry your eyes out and film sad tiktoks because why not, they'll just look better, you know? especially if you're screaming lyrics to your favourite song on the video. you feel so much and tears have so much beauty in them. Smudged mascara all over your cheeks. You make it worse by rubbing your eyes just a little too much. You ache. You ache all over. You fear it will never leave you. Then other times you sit on the floor, at your favourite spot, on your favourite, faded rug and you lit up a candle inside a lantern with the star shaped holes so you can watch the flickering flame cast stars all over your walls. You have your favourite desert right there and you sit crosslegged and listen to music. It's loud. Not too loud. Then there are times when you'll lay on the floor, your lovely eyes following the cracks along your ceiling (someone promised to fix it ages ago) and you think to yourself that they look like constellations. You still have your plastic, glow-in-the-dark stars your mother got you when you were six. You're laying under the stars. You contemplate every little decision you've made. What if you haven't been sitting alone at school lunch with your headphones? What if you had studied more at school? What if you had talked to people at your cousins party instead of playing with the dog? What if... what if... You decided to be happy now. But you have tears in your eyes and your heart is glass. Too many people have dropped it. You decide not to hand it over to people so easily. You decide to hold it yourself. You decide to try even harder even if you're not sure you can. But you live one moment at a time.
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i feel like actual shit and i’m crying rn bc i stayed up late and woke up at almost noon. now it’s 430 and i feel like shit bc i feel like i wasted the day bc i’ve only been up for just over four and a half hours :/
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