#it's ok to rely on meds

[myrtaceaae]

One thing about talking to my old housemate the other day reminded me of what a mess my other housemate was

#about me #1. she relied on her boyfriend for bill's & rent + her parents paid for all car & medication related stuff #2. instead of taking her dexys as prescribed she wouldn't take them for weeks & then take heaps of them. fucking around with meds that's ok #but going oh but when i take them i really want to be able to do heaps of things so I'll take a lot in one go & go without #also again. she was selling her dexys to get weed money. #oh and she was freaking out about her prescription running out but she couldn't see a psych until she paid the cancellation fee #which she refused to do. she had the money she just didn't want to #3 she was a bitch to live with. you comment on the fact that she leaves her plates covered in food in the lounge room every day #she will pull up you leaving a dirty pot on the stove 2 months ago #my other housemates=share a chaste kiss. her ''ew i hate seeing couples kissing ew''. her & her boyfriend 2hrs later=humping on the couch #my other housemates=get everyone a small Christmas gift. her= how dare you do this to me. ur trying to guilt me into buying things for you #like babe. they got you some funny socks. i got you a chocolate bar. this is not a fucking guilt trip #also these presents were under the tree for days. if u really felt obliged to get us something then you had time? #so ur really just using this as an excuse to lose your shit at us #4 she stole my housemates adhd meds

[homunculus-argument]

Some people are capable of maintaining house by having a regular cleaning schedule. I rely on semi-regularly getting the random urge to Do Something and trying to default that whim into housework. I was already getting ready for bed for the lack of anything better to do, taking my meds in the bathroom when I noticed that the sink's in-built plug looked scrungly and gross, and suddenly remembered we have this bathroom cleaner spray thing somewhere, and out of curiosity decided to try if it works.

In a fascinating turn of events, a cleaning detergent specifically designed to remove caulk and other bathroom scrunge from surfaces like that does, indeed, work in removing caulk and other bathroom scrunge fron surfaces like that. Fascinated with this discovery, I ended up washing the faucet too. And the showerhead and tabs as well. And running out of metal surfaces to spritz and magically unscrunge, ended up also wiping down all the other surfaces of the bathroom. At 9 pm. My boyfriend came in to ask if I'm ok.

[lolitakirstein]

Hey Neighbor Pt 9

Part 8

WC: ~1.5k

AN: I'm so worried about writing longer chapters in case they are too boring. but I hate splitting things up when I'm on a roll. ha

You watched as the man you had run into exited Toji’s house 30 minutes later. Unable to hear what the two were discussing you relied on their body language to give you some hint as to who he was. The men seemed formal towards each other yet relaxed; Toji with his hands in his pocket or across his chest, the other guy casually lighting a cigarette while showing his back to toji. There must be some level of trust between them, then. Before the man leaves, you notice him gesture towards your house. You draw back further from the window, afraid of being seen.

Once the car is out of sight and Toji returns to his house, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Should you ask Toji who he was or was that being too nosy? Not like i’ll get a straight answer, he refuses to tell me anything, you think, settling on being nonchalant about it.

Fortunately, you had work to keep you focused. And most fortunately, your hangover was minimal. Nothing more than a slight throb thanks to the pain meds Toji had offered you. You become robotic as you scan, sort, and shelve books and answer the same boring questions from customers. 

Before you can notice, it’s your lunch break. You sit in the small cafe that the bookstore offers, downing a hot chai latte and checking your phone. One message from the work group chat and one from Toji that was sent a few hours ago

Toji: You ok?

You fight back the urge to send, “I can’t tell you right now, it’s not the right time,” instead, pocketing your phone and playing hard to get. You clock back into work, ready to start the second half of your shift. 

 Wait, am I wanting him to chase me or something? This guy who knows things but won't tell me? Why am I trying to act like this is a dude i’ve swiped on Tindr? This guy has secrets, deep ones. Ones I probably don’t wanna know—

“Excuse me,” a soft voice snaps you out of your internal monologue. You spin around and are met with a man. His dark auburn hair is close-cropped at the sides while the top fashionably brushes just above his deep brown eyes. A soft shadow of stubble peppers his strong jaw. 

“Oh, hello. Can I help you?” you quickly revert to the robotic motions of a customer service provider.

“Yeah, I was looking for your classical section.”

“Are you looking for anything in particular,” you ask after leading him to the designated section of the store. 

“What would you recommend?” 

A question every worker hates. “Well, can never go wrong with Doestrevsky.” 

“Ah, yes, I read Crime and Punishment in school. Incredible prose,” he responds. 

Your heart lifts at finally being able to discuss books with someone. “Indeed, if you like that, you might like The Idiot. Same themes of human nature and society.” You grab a copy off the shelf and hand it to me. 

“Well I’d be an idiot if I didn’t take the advice of such a beautiful, well-read woman,” he says coyly as you walk to the counter.  You internally groan but also can’t help but blush at the compliment, though the joke was indeed awful.

“Let me know how you like it?” you say after ringing him up and bagging his purchase. 

“How about we discuss it over dinner sometime,” he cocks an auburn brown.

“Oh,” you stammer, thrown off by the sudden offer. It’d been so long since you’d been on a date you forgot what it was like to be asked out. “Sure!”

“Great I’ll keep you posted on my progress,” the man who you now know as Connor pockets his phone after you exchange numbers. “I look forward to discussing it with you and hearing your beautiful thoughts.”

Ok, he was laying it on a little thick but you don't mind. The only interaction you had had with a man for the past few months had been with Toji. And those interactions were hardly civil, much less flirty. Though Toji tended to tease, it was mostly to throw you off the topic of his secrets. 

The rest of your shift goes by quickly and you arrive home before the sun goes down. As you get out of your car, you notice Toji sitting on his porch steps. You try to ignore him but ignoring him is like trying to ignore a bear about to devour you. You give a wave, walking fast to your house. 

“You ok?” Toji asks, still sitting on the steps. Damn, he either can’t take a hint or is just stubborn. 

“Yeah, thanks,” you respond fumbling your keys out of your pocket. You drop them. Cursing yourself for being so easily intimidated by him you stoop to pick them up. Toji’s feet appear in your line of vision. You look up at the giant man standing over you. You want to feel afraid, but you can’t deny the absolute feral part of your brain at the sight of him standing over you. 

“Why didn’t you text me back?” the possessive tone didn’t help dampen the submissive part of your psyche. Damn, why do I have to be such a whore for crazy men?

“I was working,” you squeak out, picking your keys up and walking to your front steps. 

“I wanna talk,” Toji says behind you as you march up the steps and unlock your door. 

“It’s fine Toji. Nothing to talk about,” you turn around, Toji is standing at the bottom of your porch steps. 

“There is,” Toji huffs a breath. “A lot, actually.”

You were not in the mood for this. Your day ended on a good note and you intend for it to stay that way. “Look, whatever it is. I don’t care.”

“Yes you do,” Toji takes one step up. 

You shake your head, even though you were screaming yes in your head. You will not let him win. “Nah, I’m good. I really couldn't care less what your little secrets are. I don’t even know you.”

“It’s not that, it’s just—”

The notification on your phone interrupts the moment. You reach into your pocket for it and notice a text from Connor. 

Connor: I hope you had a good rest of your day. I must say, you made mine :) 

Oh, the cringe was off the charts with this guy. But you can’t keep the stupid smile from appearing on your face. Followed by a giggle. Shit I’m giggling over a guy. I need laid 

“Who’s that?” Toji asks sharply.

“No one,” you shake your head.

“No one huh,” Toji takes another step up, finally standing in front of you. “‘No one’ got you smiling like a goof?”

“You have your secrets, I have mine,” you shrug.  

“You don't blush like that for just no one,” Toji teases, he steps so close you can feel the heat off of him. “Now who could possibly be making sweet little y/n blush so much besides me?”

You crane your neck up to look at him, refusing to show he’s affecting you. “I can’t tell you. It’s not the right time.”

Finally, you manage to knock him off his game by throwing his words back at him. He steps back, putting some distance between you. A scowl wrinkles his brow and his jaw ticks as he clenches his teeth. You smirk, pleased with yourself. “Good night toji.”

Toji

Toji stares at the door you slammed in his face, stricken dumb by the sass you dished out. He had expected this to be a moment of confession, finally getting it all out in the open. Now standing at your closed door, Toji has no choice but to retreat back home.

After dinner and tucking Megumi into bed, Toji collapses onto his king-size bed. He turns his head to the window, towards your house. The lamp on your bedside table creates a soft glow from your window. He watches as you enter the bedroom. Your eyes on your phone, smiling. 

Toji clenches his jaw. Here he was ready to start having an honest conversation with you, and you were too busy with this mysterious ‘no one.’ He hated being this way, but he couldn’t deny that he felt a sense of protectiveness over you. 

He watches you throw your phone on the bed, the giddy smile still on your lips—perfect lips, soft delicate lips he’s thought about kissing on multiple occasions. With your back to the window, you remove your shirt and toss it to the chair before you begin sliding your pants down. As much as Toji would love nothing more than to watch, he has enough decency to look away, he’s not THAT much of a pervert. 

He reaches into his back pocket, depositing the contents beside him. 

First is his cellphone which he text Shiu–I need to borrow a few of your tech geeks.

The second, is a sealed envelope. No address, no street names or numbers. Just 3 words written in delicate script:

il mio agnellino

#Hey Neighbor #toji zenin #jjk x you #jujustu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk toji #toji x reader #toji smut #toji x you #toji fushiguro smut #toji fluff #toji angst #dilf toji #dad toji #soft toji #toji fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #toji #megumi fushiguro #female reader x toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji fic

[freesia-writes]

Lil Life Update for Y'all <3

I've been a lil cryptic or back-n-forth, I think, and just wanted to share a little bit about what's been going on. I say it's not for attention but who knows what motives lurk under there, LOL. It's mostly because I love you all and want to let you in, also hope that it's encouraging or connective for anyone else who's experienced the same, and also I just miss the community I have sooooo loved here. 🥹

I'm a 34yo female with 2 kids aged 4 and 7. I had depression like crazy during and after my second pregnancy especially. In Aug 2021, my primary doc suggested I try something like Zoloft since I'd been complaining of irritability, no capacity, constant worry, and other anxiety symptoms. When I did feel some relief and felt encouraged that I could "feel like myself" again, I pursued solutions for other issues I was noticing. Over the last year and a half, it's been quite a ride. ADHD symptoms led to Adderall for 4 days, then Wellbutrin for a few months, then Buspar for a few months, then Strattera (tapering up and then back down) for about 3 months, then Ritalin for 1 month, which I thought was helping until we realized that the entire month of October was basically an increasingly manic episode.

Whew.

We're talkin 2007 Britney here (ok I didn't shave it but I cut my hair off into a pixie). Spent thousands on a new wardrobe of the "dark academia" style. Bought Disneyland tickets. Invested in a photography mentorship. So much energy and inspiration. Then we realized it was getting out of hand.

I had also been tapering off a lot of the meds over the last two months, so it was just a crazy cocktail of chemicals that made my brain finally go kaput. I finished the last dose of Zoloft on November 5th, and that was the last of the meds, so now I'm off everything. My therapist thought the mania was medication-induced due to all the changes plus the addition of the stimulant, so the goal was to try to allow everything to settle down and see what "baseline" is for me right now.

And it has been frickin HARD.

Cervical vertigo. All-or-nothing sleep and appetite. Extreme sensory sensitivity. Random itchiness. Racing mind. Total inability to focus. And the worst part has been the mood swings.

I'm basically having all the symptoms of bipolar disorder in a rapid-cycle format. It may be cyclothymia, or it may be the withdrawal effects from all the meds, but regardless... It's been quite the roller coaster. The nerd in me has been fascinated by the experiential knowledge of it all, since I majored in Psychology and have always loved learning about it, but the overall negative effects on me and my family have been difficult.

I'm someone who has always relied completely on being highly capable and in control. I find my worth in my productivity and competence. And it has caused increasing stress throughout my life. I've been praying for years that God would break me of it, and I can see how he is using this to do precisely that -- lovingly trying to answer my request to be freed of this relentless pursuit of the illusion of control. He's inviting me to simple, joyful life of trust. The perspective shift is so freeing when I realize that I don't need to have it all figured out because he already does, and I can just rest in his loving guidance and look to him for the next step instead of trying to plan out every possible outcome and strategy. I went on a reflective retreat in the Santa Cruz mountains and just felt so encouraged and loved in the way he invited me to let my shoulders down and to ground myself in his warm provision and care.

But the change doesn't happen overnight.

So in the middle of a total storm of bipolar symptoms -- days of mania followed by days of depressive episodes and being so new at it all that I don't know how to navigate "normal life" with all of that -- I'm also trying to rewire 34 years' worth of the way I think and act. BUT it's a blessedly simple process: the only thing I have to worry about is this moment. I can't affect the future or the past. So all I have is right now, and I can turn to God for guidance, encouragement, insight, or anything I need in this moment, and he is so faithful to give it. But man, it's easy to forget. ;)

Literally me with that right now, trying to figure it all out on my own before I remember I can't and don't need to:

Anyway, this got LONG, surprise surprise, but I've always enjoyed being vulnerable for the sake of connection and potential encouragement. And selfishly, I'd LOVE to hear from any of you who may have had similar experiences. Right now the fixation of my [very limited] capacity is on my photography business, but I've been feeling drawn to writing more and more, and have attempted a lil drabble here and there. So I'm just patiently waiting for the inspiration to return. :)

I have so appreciated the love from you all. I also haven't been as active with reading/reblogging/supporting/etc as I was, and that's just where I'm at right now, but please know that my heart is with you even if my brain is not, LOL.

If you made it this far, you get a gold star. Or a Howzer hug. Or somethin. :)

#freesia writes #mental health monday #just another manic monday #jk today was depressive

[themultifandomgal]

Matt- Dating Him

"Here she is" Herrmann shout smiling at me as I make my way into the firehouse

"Hi Herrmann"

"What are you doing here?" Matt asks walking over to me

"Well I don't start my shift till this evening so I thought I'd give you guys a break and cook for you"

"Yes!" Herrmann shouts fist bumping the air making me chuckle. Matt walks over to me and kisses my lips

"You don't have to you know?"

"I know, but you guys have quickly become my family. So no arguments" I walk passed Matt and head into the kitchen area opening up the cupboards to see what I have to work with

"The best food is at the top" Kelly says

"Thanks" I reply climbing up the counter top

"What are you doing YN? You'll fall and hurt yourself"

"How do you think I reach my top cupboards?" I laugh at Matts overprotectiveness

"Leave her be. If she falls then she's got the best paramedics and ambo in Chicago" Gabby says

"Thank you Gabby. Now, I think I can make us all a Mac and cheese, I can add some spice into it if you'd like or some bacon?"

"Bacon!" Cruze shouts making me laugh just as the house alarm goes off

"Duty calls" Matt says as I get down off the counters

"Be safe. I'll have food done for when you get back" I kiss Matts lips and they leave.

While they're gone I make their food, but of course by the time they get back the food is cold

"Hey I've got to head off to Med, but food will be ok to reheat" I everyone

"Thank you YN. Kelly says giving me a hug"

"Not a problem"

"Come on I'll drop you off" Matt places an arm around my shoulder and leads me out. We get into his car, his hand on my knee"

"I feel stupid that you keep driving me to work"

"Don't feel stupid. You've got anxiety about driving. When your ready I'll help you. Sit in the car with you while you drive around

"You'd do that?"

"Of course I would. Your my girlfriend" his hand gives my knee a little squeeze

"So I might be looking at a new car on the weekend"

"Really?" He glances at mw before his eyes go back on the road

"Yeah"

"You want me to come with you?"

"Please"

"Text me what time you want to leave on what day"

"I will. Thank you"

The weekend rolls around and Matt drives me to look at the new car

"What do you think?" I ask for Matts perspective as we look at a white Mini

"It's nice what about you? What do you think?"

"I like it, I'm just scared about getting in it"

"You don't have to do this yet YN"

"Matt if I don't do this now then I'm never going to do it. I can't rely on you all the time" I turn to look at my boyfriend

"Tell you what. I'll give it a test drive with you, if you like it then you get it, put me on the insurance. Then when it's ready to be picked up I'll have Severide bring me here I'll drive it to yours. Then we can go ride around"

"You'd do that?"

"Of course I would because I love you" that's the first time he's said those words to me

"You love me?" I ask shocked

"Yes. I do"

"I love you too" I lean up and kiss his lips

"So what do we think?" The salesman asks walking over to Matt and I. I look at Matt for some reassurance. He gives me a nod

"I'll take it"

"Fantastic. Let's go and get all of the paperwork in order"

At the end of the day Matt drives me home

"Do you want to come in?" I ask "may as well stay the night. I have some of your clothes here that are clean so you can change into those tomorrow and I'll wash what your wearing tonight"

"You know, we may as well move in together. We are already spending every night with each other. Also we've both said I love you so we're practically married now" Matt jokes exiting the car

"Would you actually want to move in together?"

"Wouldn't have said anything if I didn't want to"

"Well maybe that's something we can talk about over the next couple of days. Decide if your moving in with me or if I'm moving in with you"

"Why not tonight"

"Because I have other things planned for tonight" I drag Matt into my house and up the stairs towards the bedroom.

#matt casey #matt casey x reader #matt casey imagine #Matt Casey x oc #Matt Casey x yn #one chicago #one chicago imagine #chicago fire #chicago fire imagine

[princelylove]

Part two of my interpretations of la squadra esecuzioni. 

Ghiaccio is like a smaller Risotto. He doesn’t have a very distinct waist. He’s so picky with his food that it’s a wonder he even got that much distinct muscle- or maybe it isn’t, cutting is effective (in moderation, starving will only set you back on your progress). He mainly works out for his job, Ghiaccio doesn’t really care what he looks like. 

He has a strong nose, and although his lips are small they aren’t quite in the thin category, he has really nice bone structure… He just doesn’t realize it because he’s horribly insecure and feels inferior. He copes by not trying, so he can always rely on the ‘Well if I actually tried it’d be better’ type of logic. Once a year Prosciutto gets to wax his eyebrows. 

Not only does he know what mogging is but he knows where it originated. Because he was there. I’m dying on the hill that Ghiaccio knows what green text is. He’s appealed countless bans that all sounded like “I’ve never even fucking been on /mu/ you stupid fucks” (that all got approved the night of). He fills his mind with toxic masculinity, but isn’t into alpha male bullshit. Somehow he thinks hunter eyes are a thing but he draws the line at “smooth brained jock bullshit.” 

I cap Ghiaccio’s height at 5’9” or 175 cm. 5’10” or 177 cm with his shoes on. He’s got fantastic posture for someone that sits at a computer all day. Ghiaccio’s sensitive about it, teasing him about his height is a death sentence. What a good way to end up in a freezer. 

While he has a horrible temper, he cools off the second he gets it out of his system. Just moves on after smacking the shit out of his designated rage pillow like nothing happened. At least he’s coping. Not well, but an outlet is an outlet. It’s the same when you piss him off- he gets upset, says things he doesn’t mean, and then moves on. He apologizes like a father would- none at all, but brings you a snack or buys you something you’ve been asking for. He’s a big fan of the “Check if there’s mail.” approach. He genuinely does feel bad, but he’s not a little bitch that’s gonna tuck his tail in between his legs because he made his darling a little sad. 

He smells like absolutely nothing at all. It’s actually a bit frightening. Zero smell presence. 

Melone keeps every medicine known to mankind in his room, under his bed. He’s a great person to befriend if you find yourself in the hands of one of his roommates, but to be entirely honest with you, he’s selfish. He doesn’t really care about your agony because it’s got nothing to do with him, how does it benefit him to give you meds when he doesn’t even know you? (He budges if you belong to Prosciutto or Ris- he’s not pissing off his pseudo mom and dad.)

Melone is thin and mainly gets his exercise from running. His stand takes care of hits for him, he just needs to worry about the set up, so it isn’t really an issue. There’s no need for him to lift heavy, or really lift at all. Doesn’t really matter if he’s stronger, he just needs to be faster than you are. Sure, bash his head in, pick him up, aren’t you getting tired, though? Real sleepy? Go to sleep, it’s gonna be ok. 

Mel’s stand is possessing an actual computer he modified. He runs tests consistently with the blood samples he’s managed to store in his room- he knows the best combinations to get him what the boss wants, and as long as he’s got ample blood left over, what’s wrong with killing a few juniors off in the name of science? 

I classify Melone as apathetic and a bit mean. He’s an asshole. He gets a lot better once he’s comfortable with you, look at how much he plays with the rest of his ‘family.’ It’s just that he doesn’t know you, and doesn’t want to waste time on you if you’re going to get in his way long term. When you do spark his interest, of course, he gets obsessed and oh-so-curious. 

He’s still very playful- Melone likes to hang off of Formaggio’s shoulders and tease Ghiaccio, but he’s calm. He’s not very smiley, he’s not very giggly, he just can’t force himself to react in the ‘correct’ way most of the time, but he’s totally having fun! Melone loves you a lot, he just doesn’t look like he’s having fun most of the time. It’s hard for him to care about things, but you quickly rotted his brain- isn’t that testament enough? 

His seemingly cold nature makes it hard for him to form genuine bonds. Melone thrives with other difficult types- he shares a room with Ghiaccio (alternatively Formaggio) because they’re short on space and Prosciutto won’t share a room since The Incident they get along surprisingly well. 

In the beginning of your new life, it isn’t uncommon to hear Formaggio gently push Melone in the right direction. “Come on, Mel, you’re scarin’ the poor thing. Smile a little.”  (Which is normally met with “I’m running tests, go away, Formaggiooo…”) Melone’s shy- he’ll just stay off to the side, and speaks to you in a very formal manner. You might feel like you’re being tested on by a medical student. Which is wrong! Melone doesn’t have any medical experience! I mean, he’s taken classes, but he’s a genetics student. Oh, yeah, he’s in university. 

Once he gets used to you, he falls into his normal, playful routine. He still doesn’t smile too much, but he’ll speak more openly, which… is it better to not know what the iv in your arm is, or to fully understand? Melone’s quite the talker, and is happy to (over) explain. 

Melone doesn’t hide you like the others would- it isn’t shameful to him to kidnap a whole person, and he needs them to keep you here when he isn’t. Morals aside, you need to be socialized. It isn’t good to keep someone isolated and cramped in a room they don’t like. If you don’t want to talk to him, talk to anyone else. You’ve got options. Maybe not Prosciutto, or Illuso, they’re not going to play host as easily… (Although Prosciutto might ask what Melone’s “little friend” is gonna be having for dinner)

Formaggio’s body type is similar to Guido’s. He’s fairly bulky. Formaggio spends all of his free time playing whatever sport he can think of, neglecting to do his chores (You’re starting to think he likes Prosciutto yelling at him), annoying Melone, and blowing your phone up. He spends a lot of time working out, but he considers that to be more of a daily ritual than a hobby. 

Since his only real responsibility is taking care of his cat and his job, he’s not stressed at all. He’d be a lot more stressed if he had to cook, and clean, and, I don’t fucking know, be an adult or whatever- like the shit Pro and Ris do all day!

If you ever ask him about it, he’ll go “I mean, it sucks that Boss is watching us and all, but to be honest, who cares? You don’t like being on camera? It loooves you.” and leaves it at that. 

His psychology is a bit odd. He seems like a typical, immature guy- the type of guy you meet at college that does sports and seemingly nothing else. No interest in philosophy, religion, general culture, etc. While I think that his personality is close to a casual type like Guido or Squalo, he seemingly lacks any depth at all. There’s no “Oh, he’s actually very smart!” thing going on here, Formaggio is painfully average. There’s no reason for him to be a mafioso other than bad timing and a lack of drive to get away from it.

He’s actually pretty simple. He’s just a guy that wants to relax and have a little fun- who doesn’t like fun? But Formaggio is crazy insecure. He takes almost every negative reaction as a jab- neutral ones, too. If you’re not into his lifestyle, what, he isn’t fuckin’ good enough? Huh? You think he’s some fuckin’ nobody that doesn’t have the real talent it takes to be where he is? 

You can calm Formaggio by stroking his ego, and by that, I mean stroking him. He’ll forget about any transgression if he finishes a few times. 

He only speaks italian, and will “Huh?” you to death if you do not. He’ll buy you an italian-english dictionary to help you understand him, but won’t make any real effort to learn english.  

Formaggio’s kitty was a stray before he snatched her up. She’ll try to comfort you while Formaggio is gone- but she’ll abandon you if he comes back. Little traitor. He calls her a ridiculous amount of pet names- sometimes he’ll reuse whatever name he calls you on her, and will pretend he’s always called her it. Awww, my little pwincess, my cuuuutie, my baby, my angeelllll. He treats her very well- she’s a bit pampered.  While Formaggio’s cat is able to relax fully in his arms, you probably will not, unless you’re a masochist. He loves good, old fashioned sadism- no prissy mind games or punishments, he does it for absolutely no reason other than how funny your reactions are. He’s like that asshole boyfriend that throws a basketball into your face and laughs when you groan. Come on, it’s just a ball, don’t be such a baby. It’s just a joke. Aw, your face stings? You want some ice? Hey, that’s a great idea, why don’t you go get him something from the fridge?

#yandere la squadra esecuzioni #yandere la squadra #yandere ghiaccio #yandere melone #yandere formaggio #i wrote most of this a while ago but #im so tired of them get them away from me #just kidding #i just dont wanna look at this take it from me

[vylad243]

Hello! I was wondering how would Alastor react if he found out Vox took anti depression and sleeping pills to deal with life.(if you feel uncomfortable answering this it's ok) I got this idea from the fact that he is basically carrying the entirety of hell on his shoulders since without him pride would have no electricity and technology. Bro has to be under extreme stress.

Also another post I saw from an artist was how Valentino assumed that Vox had the easiest job and that he took all the credit

(I love your story btw I reread it everyday)

Hi! Thank you for reading my story ^-^

To answer your ask, Alastor wouldn't be surprised but he would a bit hurt that Vox didn't tell him. Alastor knows that it's important to keep secrets in Hell so it isn't taken advantage of- but Alastor feels hurt that Vox didn't trust him with that information.

Vox is always drowning in work. Even having Papermint doesn't help usually because Papermint's powers aren't as expansive as Vox, and he can only do so much as a sinner. Vox would rely heavily on sleeping meds to get a healthy amount of sleep so as not to stress out Alastor.

Vox and Alastor would talk it over and Vox would tell Alastor that he did trust him, he just didn't want Alastor to stress over his issues while Alastor would politely remind Vox that they are partners and that Vox's burdens are his. Vox would feel comfortable enough to take them around Alastor instead of hiding it and raises a huge load off his shoulder.

As for that post- honestly Valentino would totally say that lol

#hazbin hotel #anonymous #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #radiostatic #tw depression #tw medication

[bullet-prooflove]

Could I ask for a Sonny 5 sentence (or more)? Thanks in advance ❤️❤️

“You deserve love and a home-cooked meal. Thankfully, those go hand-in-hand”

a patient you weren’t supposed to be treating, one with mental health issues and a violent temper. You had caught the brunt of it. You knew it hadn’t been intentional, the poor guy couldn’t afford his meds but it hurt like a bitch when he’d clocked you across the face.

“Here.” Sonny said, handing you another icepack. He had wrapped it carefully in a navy-blue dishtowel so it wouldn’t irate your skin.

“Thanks.” You murmured, handing him the old one.

“It looks like the swelling is starting to go down.” He commented, smoothing the hair away from your face before he placed a tender kiss upon your forehead. “So, I’m thinking I stay over tonight…”

You open your mouth to cut him off, remind him of his early morning meeting. The truth is, you are so used to being independent that it feels unnatural for you to rely on somebody else. He holds up a hand to stop you and you fall silent, because honestly, you want him to stay. Sonny is the only person you trust enough to show your vulnerability, to allow into your home, you love it when he stays the night, how safe you feel in his arms, how secure.

“You deserve love and a home-cooked meal.” He informs you. “And thankfully the two of those go hand-in-hand.”

“Ok.” You whisper as his palm cups your face, his thumb caressing over the apple of your cheek. “I want you to stay the night.”

#sonny carisi imagine #detective sonny carisi #sonny carisi #sonny carisi x reader #reader x sonny carisi #sonny carisi x you

[sylvies-chen]

wait no then give me all of ur fav moments ♡

HAHA I LOVE U IVY ok well I only really have lke 4 honourable mentions

6. aaron and celina — granted, it is a trauma bond and aaron is misplacing his feelings/relying on her too much, but I see a lot of potential here. at the very least I still love their dynamic as friends and despite the awkwardness of that kiss (I mean yeesh!) I still just really enjoyed seeing them navigate their trauma together. they’re both the younger ones who are still figuring things out about themselves, and I really miss those days where we had our original trio and everything felt as fresh and new territory to them as it did to us viewers, and aaron and celina in this episode reminded me of that/those days.

7. luna’s mini confession to grey — I keep telling y’all I love them and I mean it!! they both have such soothing and kind voices and energies, and their marriage seems so solid and mature even in a storyline about her being silly and making a fake book club to hide something from him. he is her number one fan though and to see him encourage a lot of later in life exploration in her is awesome to see. she thinks she’s too rusty but that bike still pedals baby! graduating med school! (or whatever medical program it was)

8. shut up german — this line was crazy and just stick out in my mind, I laughed my hardest at this scene, honestly Richard T Jones has that skill for comedy I think. But if you’re a german rookie fan out there please tell me how you reacted to this, I’m dying to know 💀💀

9. flower boys — can we give a round of applause to the already slept on scene of the guys getting together to make the new floral arrangements for the wedding? I never thought I would see the day where tim bradford fusses with flowers and all the guys band together to make centerpieces look pretty as a bachelor party but here we are. I love this little dose of healthy masculinity, so gorgeous mwah

#abby.answers #the rookie #tim bradford #aaron thorsen #celina juarez #lucy chen #wade grey #richard t jones #luna grey

[fatherforgivethem]

Hi💚I saw your Hotd Hunger Games post and I couldn’t help but ask to do Hotd meets Bly Manor, or Hill House if you can🤷‍♀️

“I’m a dream, and so are you, and so are we…”

.

.

.

Alicent Hightower had only ever wanted to give her family a sense of adventure. She wanted them to see different parts of the country, and with her job as a house flipper, she had been able to do just that. Until recently….

She had wanted her children to like the new house, she had wanted herself to like the house; but something about it made her feel a certain kind of unwell. And no matter how she tried to encourage her children, it was a known fact that the family was sick and tired of Hill House.

Yet, life had changed when her little girl had begun to speak of figure she’d scene around the house. A women, she’d explained, that she called the Bent-Neck-Lady. And when Aemond had spoken of a very tall man he’d seen walking about the halls. All of it seemed to be going wrong. She herself had begun to see a vexing auburn-haired women that would snarl hateful nonsense into Alicent’s ears. Even Daeron hated the house. Aegon seemed to be doing the best out of all of them.

Her life felt like chaos, like madness. It was so mad that it drove her to point of no return. She felt light, like she was floating. She was once there, in the flesh with her children. And now, she was one with the house. She was of Hill House. Forever wandering the halls alone until a voice that sounded like her little girl’s rang through her ears like music.

Aegon could identify the exact moment that his and his families life had gone up in flames. It had been when his uncle Gwayne, who had been staying with them at Hill House, had pulled Aegon and his siblings from their beds, ordering them to keep their eyes closed as he lifted them in his arms and began running down the halls as fast as his feet could carry them.

He’d shoved them into a car and driven like a madman to the nearest hotel. It had been in the chaos of the car that his uncle had revealed what had happened to their mother. It was that exact moment that Aegon knew nothing would ever be the same and the family would be forever changed. The days after that night had been full of questions from Aegon and his siblings, but those questions had all gone unanswered by a shell shocked, almost hollow-looking Gwayne, who Aegon realized only the next morning had been covered in blood the night before when they’d escaped Hill House.

They had moved in with Gwayne. Who in Aegon’s opinion, was not stable enough to care for them after the death of his sister, Alicent. Aegon did what he could for his family. But despite his efforts they always seemed only just out of his reach. From then, time had gone on, and Aegon and his siblings and grown up. Aegon had married a man named Jace and the two opened a funeral home. They had a little girl and even Daeron had moved in with them, living in the guest house.

Aegon thought, or at least hoped, that life should have been set, it should have finally been at a place where they were all fine and happy. But that was never the case with the Hightower family. Aemond had fallen victim to nearest substance, Helena hadn’t been taking her meds in over a year, and it had all been left to Aegon to sort out, as their uncle Gwayne had become harder and harder to reach in the last several years. It seemed that Daeron and Aegon were the only ones holding on to some semblance of a healthy sibling relationship with each other.

Despite it all however, Aegon could at least say that it was going ok. Aegon had been able to get Aemond a place in a rehab facility. And Helaena had her husband to rely on. It was going ok… until Helaena had called.

Aemond had been seeing the man again. It had been ok for a little, it really had. He had been in a facility, one he had wanted to be at. He had been taking his medicine. He was even going on six months of sobriety. He was doing ok… until he saw him again. The man, the one with the hat who seemed to be at every corner that Aemond turned, always looking in the opposite direction. He had made the mistake of leaving the facility for a girl he thought had cared for him.

All he wanted was his family, he wanted his mom who he remembered only in pieces, he wanted his older brother Aegon who always knew what to do, but who Aemond knew was tired of him asking for money, he wanted his little brother who wanted nothing to do with him, and who he really wanted was his twin. Helaena. It was Helaena who would understand what he was feeling.

He had tried to stay somewhere, to sleep, but he only saw the man, the tall one who was always there, watching him. He had tried calling his uncle Gwayne but he hadn’t answered. He tried calling Aegon and Daeron but they hadn’t answered. When he called Helaena, she had sounded off, like something wasn’t right. Aemond could always tell when something wasn’t right with Helaena. The same way she could always tell with him. It was a twin thing. That’s what they’d always said. She had kept going on and on about Hill House. And the line had cut off after that. He needed to get to Helaena.

He needed them, his family. He would get to them somehow. He would.

Daeron knew people looked at him as odd for always wearing his gloves. As if wearing something on his hands made him a freak. It was just gloves, truly. And to others, he wanted to keep it that way. But he knew the truth. Those gloves protected him from knowing things that no else wanted to know. He could touch an object and feel the exact emotion of the last person that had used it. He could touch a couch and feel the emotions of the last person who has sat on it. He could touch a lamp and the same thing would happen. And with his mother gone, there wasn’t anyone to help him with it. He was all by himself when it came to this. And so, the only way to keep it in check was to put a barrier between himself and everything else. To put leather gloves over his skin. The odd stares people sent his way were worth it.

After the events at Hill House, Daeron had put most of his time and energy into school, and it wasn’t long before he was graduating and staring his job as a child’s psychologist. He could still remember the proud look that Aegon and Helaena had given him when he walked across the stage. Aemond had been absent. He’d been at one of many rehabs. All of that, the struggle of school, the absence of Aemond, that had all been before. Before everything else that soon occurred. Before Helaena’s husband had died and she had stopped taking her medication, before Aemond was nowhere to be found. Moving in with Aegon had been the best decision he made in a long time. They needed each other more than anything.

And so, years after Daeron had cut ties with Helaena and Aemond, years after dodging calls, Daeron was surprised to see Aegon so worked up after a voicemail from Helaena. It wasn’t long before Daeron was waking up in a fright. His sister was there. Back at the house they had sworn to forget all those years ago. He could feel it.

She was in the Red Room.

Life was a terrifying task that Helaena had been forced to live through as of recent. She had a husband, a charming man who had loved her despite her odd quirks and nightly terrors. He was loving and supportive, kind and gentle. She had needed him. The two had been happy, she had been happy for once in a long time. When her mother had passed, it seemed as if nothing would be the same again. However, when she met him, Arthur, her life had seemed to brighten. He was the lamp inside a dark room. Though, like most lamps, the bulb eventually went out and the room was left in the dark once more. He had gone in the night, a brain aneurism of all things. Unexpected and bewildering. One moment he was there, and the next, he was gone.

She had been plagued as a young child with night terrors. A woman with long black hair and a bent neck who seemed to float above her her bed and she jay there, or before her in a dark hallway. And each time she saw her, it was as if her body was stuck. Frozen. Paralyzed by fear. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t blink, she couldn’t scream. That was always the worst part.

It seemed it would never end. Until one day it did. She had been glad that she had called Aegon. Glad that she was able to leave some kind of message before departing.

If there was a creature in the woods, they would have seen her feet moving along the gravel and into the creaky house. Hill House, it was called. Now, if a particle of dust were to watch her, they would see her dance with no one, deeper and deeper into the house, until she was so far, that she could never dream of making her way back out. Until the world she had once known had been replaced with a world full of something different. Something less real.

#alicent hightower #aegon ii targaryen #helaena targaryen #aemond targaryen #daeron targaryen #hotd #modern au #haunting of hill house #au #hill house au #requested #Tessa’s moodboards #I hope that you liked this!! #sorry for the wait! #hill house quite literally terrifies me so after making the moodboards I slept in my sisters bed lmao #hotd headcanon #headcanon #probs the most difficult one I’ve done lol #for me at least

[hearth-and-veil]

Things I wish someone had told me about menstruation:

Menstrual blood isn't more dirty than any other type of blood.

But it's still blood so...protocols.

Salt water is the best thing to presoak anything bloody in.

Designate a set of underwear for periods. It makes life so much easier to have a set of comfy underwear that you don't care about potentially staining.

Bad cramps are normal, but that doesn't make them healthy. All normal means is that it's a common problem. Don't let your doctor blow you off.

Your uterus is actually a very important organ with many functions and getting it removed for non-medical reasons is not a good idea. Your doctor wasn't refusing just to be a natalist asshole.

A tubal ligation will absolutely impact your hormones and period, no matter what the doctors tell you.

Depo provera is the fucking devil.

The average length of a period is 3-5 days. Which means half of all women have a period longer than that. Learn math, genius.

The average length of a menstrual cycle is 27-28 days. Again, yours can be longer or shorter than that. Averages suck.

Do not buy bras the week before or the week of your period unless you're buying them to wear during that time. (I go up a full cup size the week before my period.)

If a man has a problem with your period and claims it's just a problem with blood, then doesn't have an issue with blood from violent shit, don't fucking be with him.

Conversely, some men do just genuinely have an issue with blood. Having the same issue with your period blood does not make him a misogynist.

It's not terribly uncommon to get super horny on your period instead of during ovulation. But you can still get pregnant during your period so be smart.*

Taking iron and magnesium supplements regularly can make your period better. But they're hard on your stomach, so take them right after a meal, trust me.

Masturbation eases menstrual cramps better than any meds I've ever tried. Just make sure to put a towel down and thoroughly clean your toys.

Masturbation can also provoke your period when it's 'stuck' and just won't start.

Consult a medical professional first but a free testosterone boosting supplement (not a testosterone pill!!) can also unstick your period. BUT it may also make cramps worse and it will make hormonal acne worse.

Taking an emmenagogue to unstick or speed up your period will make cramps worse. Their entire role is to contract the uterus, and that's what a menstrual cramp is. Also pennyroyal is the least delicious mint.

It's ok to rest and relax. Men are not the shining gold standard of the world which women need to emulate. Equity, not equality.

*The only time you can't get pregnant is during the follicular phase. If there's an egg anywhere near sperm, you can still get pregnant. The egg can drop the first day of ovulation and not be expelled until the last day of menstruation. And my paranoid ass wouldn't even rely on being in the follicular phase. Protected Sex Gang for Life.

#menstration #menstrual cycle #period #womens health #life advice #advice to myself

[team-sleeps]

Sorry to word it so crudely but it always kinda bothered me how like,,, borderline horny all of House's co-workers were for constantly trying to get him to quit his meds cold turkey. And I'm not saying this in a way where I'm saying it shouldn't have been written that way, but rather I think it effectively brings up a very interesting aspect that sometimes befalls people who live with disabling amounts of pain.

Like I totally understand that when something is being abused that it has potentially devastating effects to a person's life. But as someone who deals with chronic pain that has no identifiable source and is refused access to pain meds cause they think I Dont Need Them™, it really sucks having someone else telling you how You feel for you.

Out of all the times that people tried to convince him to drop the pills, how many actually sat down with him and asked him about his pain and quality of life before considering the solutions?? They didn't draw out and plans and say "Ok, we know you're pain on a bad day makes it difficult to do x y z and tedious doing a b c on a good day even, so this is how we can account for this." They just basically shamed him for relying on medication to function every time, for their own moral comfortability.

I think the only people who understood him in that sense was Thirteen and then later on Wilson after he went through his cancer arc. Sometimes you have to do your best to live your own idea of your best life, whatever that means to each person. And I'm not saying people shouldn't account for their health and well-being as well as the well-being of their loved ones, of course they should!

But not everyone's reality looks the same. Some people get up and run every morning. Others may struggle just to get out of bed in the morning. But that doesn't make either of them any less or more deserving of the tools that they need to live their daily lives. And I hope one of the bigger takeaways that people get from that plot is that there has to be a balance to the idea of Helping a loved one with chronic pain or disabilities. You can absolutely encourage them to make good choices for their health and even be a part of that routine out of care. But don't shame them for the aids they may or may not have to use to just be able to function on a daily ya know?

#house md #kinda ???? #just thinkin about things #esp since my body pain has been through the roof and also evolving #i look at him and i imagine how badly he nust hurt and each time they take him off mrfs without buferring it makes me wanna cry #pain mention /// #medication mention // #i guess technically addiction mention

[inconsequentialliving]

Andrew doesn’t take as long to come around as one might think. He’s defensive not offensive.

Strangely the first person to come around is Allison. She understands Andrew and Neil’s relationship better than most (having had her fair share of love/hate relationships - she knows exactly what Andrew means when he says he “hates” Neil).

She compliments Andrew when he dresses Neil and Andrew thaws a bit more. Since their positions on the court are close to one another - they start judging the other team together. She starts to appreciate his deadpan humour.

Dan and Matt end up going out with Andrew and Neil a lot (Aaron and Katelyn come too sometimes, and on occasion Allison and Renee). Dan and Andrew start to share “looks” ever so often when their partners start obsessing over one another. They resign themselves to being the parents of the group (often chatting as if it’s members are their children).

“Andrew, Nicky was late to practice this morning - so no clubbing for him.” Which Andrew actually abides.

“Dan, Neil was running all night - so he has to be in bed by 9.” To which Dan ensures.

On the other hand, Andrew starts to rely on Matt when it comes to Neil. When Neil does a runner the first person he goes to is Matt, when Neil needs help Andrew goes to get Matt, when Neil is hyper he goes to find Matt, and when Andrew isn’t there there is an unspoken agreement that Matt will watch over him. It’s not so much for Neil’s sake as it is for Andrew’s.

Renee and Andrew start to include everyone in their “private discussions” which are often about a zombie apocalypse, ninja war, or alien invasion. The debates starts getting so heated that Wymack has had to intervene on a number of occasions (even banning such discussions from practice).

Also, Neil and Aaron.

Neil and Aaron are protective of one another when it comes to anyone outside of the Foxes. But, their personal bond doesn’t really start up until Neil’s second year (and it doesn’t have anything to do with Andrew).

It starts with Neil hanging out with Matt in Matt and Aaron’s room. Matt is trying to teach him how to play video games and Aaron realizes it’s a lost cause. So he steps in to help. Neil looks at Aaron with his “deer in the headlights look,” like he doesn’t understand why Aaron would help him - and okay - Aaron is starting to understand why that look affects the other Foxes so much. It’s not lost on Aaron that Neil probably doesn’t know how to play video games because he’s never been allowed to play video games - but still.

Then the worst thing imaginable happens. They’re in the same class. Neil, the freak, is taking an upper year course in mathematics for fun it appears, and Aaron has to take the same course for pre-med. And of course Aaron is struggling just as much as everyone else in the course - except for Neil. Aaron swallows his pride and starts sitting next to Neil in class, he reviews his notes with him after class, he asks him questions sometimes and - oh no - their hanging out.

They never talk about Andrew. But, that’s ok.

Aside: Kevin and Neil become weirdly inseparable. Everyone thinks it’s cute seeing Kevin obsess over Neil and Neil push Kevin’s buttons. Adorable.

Part 2 complete!

#aftg #tfhc #fhc #the foxhole court #all for the game #andriel #andreil #neil x andrew #neil josten #andrew minyard #kevin day #fic #ao3

[smol-grey-tea]

I'm so fucking pissed off. I have good news that's also bad news at the same time.

I've been taking sertraline every morning since last Tuesday and have seen great results. First of all, I generally feel better and calmer. I do more chores more often and am just generally happy.

Something I noticed tho as I was diarying a couple days ago: I only paced that day for about 15 minutes. The whole day. In total.

I felt very proud of that and I decided that yesterday I would try not to pace for the whole day. I simply tried to focus on other things and the day went without pacing at all. I felt very proud of this because under normal circumstances this would've been a literally impossible accomplishment.

However.

Satisfied with my day, I got into bed and got ready to daydream something before sleep as I always do. But. I found that they didn't come naturally anymore. I had to actually make the conscious decision to daydream but I couldn't even do that. I tried but it didn't work: it just felt like I was looking at it through a window. Distant and painfully unreal.

A theory I've had about daydreaming is that the content of the daydreams is produced by the subconscious taking your emotions and filtering out the cause of them so it seems like you're getting emotional about the daydream instead of the original cause of the emotion. So, emotions you feel from daydreams aren't actually because of the daydream. You already have a real life problem or something that's making you feel that way that your brain doesn't want you to think about so it replaces the 'cause' in your mind with the daydream.

I hate that I continue to prove myself right.

Under normal circumstances, waking up in the middle of the night would lead me to have a scary/sad emotional daydream that may cause me to cry. And yet here I am, on sertraline, waking up and crying about an actual real life problem now.

I think I'm going to pace today because I need to experiment with that. I'm scared that even if I'm pacing I still might not be able to daydream. I remember the last time I was pacing I did daydream kinda normally but most of the daydreaming was stuff about real life instead of my paracosm.

And that pisses me off so. Fucking. Much. I've had a similar issue before where I wasn't able to daydream, like I was looking at it through glass before and it fucking disgusts me, it's the most wretched thing to feel.

I wouldn't mind if sertraline just made me stop feeling the need to pace. I could still daydream without feeling that horrible urge and I'd be ok, I just wouldn't need to rely on it. But I fucking hate to be completely robbed of that ability almost entirely.

I'm not totally sure how I'm going to deal with this... I think if I stopped taking the meds then the ability would come back but it's really not a reason to stop taking a medication because you should only do such a thing by a doctor's advice.

So now I feel like I'm stuck. It's great that I'm not pacing, I love that. But for the love of God do not take away my daydreams :( I am Faith, what's gonna happen to her? Who am I without her? I love her so much please don't take her away..

#my post #actually madd #madd #maladaptive daydreamer #maladaptive daydreaming disorder #:( ｡･ﾟﾟ*(>д<)*ﾟﾟ･｡ #swearing cw #mental illness #mental health

[myf00djournal]

First movement since last Tuesday. I forget how much I rely on exercise as an anti depressant, plus on top of the whirlwind of Wednesday onwards… ooft.

In terms of my surgery, I feel like I have recovered so much better than last time but that was 14 years ago and technology has surely improved. I have my follow up on 20/12. She came to see me a couple of times as this had never happened in her surgery before and she was ultra concerned. She went through a lot of her findings and scope images - I had some deep endo around my whole uterus which explains my chronic pain mid cycle as well as my period and my resistance to any 👶🏼 heh.

In terms of my newfound anaphylaxis, I have a day left on my medication and then I have to see my GP. The swelling has taken a lot longer to dissipate than anticipated as it was such a severe reaction. Now I’m doing some very light movement I am hoping it will help move the fluid around (and do some wonders for my 🧠). I have to go back into hospital on 28/2 to attend the anesthesia allergy clinic and find out the exact cause.

And that’s it. Time to slowly find some routine for myself this week without overdoing it. It’s been nice to have some visitors come and go for a bit. I saw my bestie this morning and that filled my cup. It goes without saying that Josh has just been my rock. There is so much to be thankful for.

Currently tucked up on the couch with my festive “fa la la la latte” shirt on and awaiting dinner. I haven’t been overly hungry. Wow this post is all over the place. I’m on pain meds and steroids blame that.

Josh cooked me bacon and eggs for brekky with two slices of toast

Bestie got me a coffee

Lunch was leftover pizza - four slices

An apple

Dinner is a prawn stirfry

I guess I’m not going much so my body isn’t needing heaps but at the same time I’m trying to return it to strength so I should try and eat more. Tomorrows goal. And another small walk.

Ok bye 😘

[lighthearted-pewpews]

purposefully dumb ooc ow hcs my friends and i discussed:

🦊‼️ shimada brothers + kiriko edition

hanzo & genji do like bbq actually. genji prefers honey bbq the most though; contrary to hanzo's favored type. it's not like they constantly argue or anything but it's up to you if they reach an agreement. kiriko's a ranch type of girl fr. for chips? kiriko's sour cream n onion (not self projection).

"oh hey guys so uh haha i got some chips for us!" kiriko pipes up, accidentally walking into a provoking conversation the shimada brothers were discussing (honey bbq vs standard??). they both turn around and look at her; the girl holding an ever-so familiar green bag—sour cream and onion flavoured chips.

hanzo drinks coke and genji has sam's cola as his fave (they're literally like the same i think). kiriko prefers pepsico products because they're sweeter to her (pepsi, dr. pepper, mtn dew). also genji would like lemon lime stuff maybe possibly indefinitely.

also hc that he probably was a soda junkie or something in his youth. over time though he kinda savors it like a "fine wine"; where he'd prefer to not have it by himself. rather, he'd drink it to complement a certain food he's having. this one actually makes sense somehow.

hanzo's a playstation person, genji's xbox, and kiriko's nintendo. basically colour coded fr. apparently also: hanzo's pc, genji's console, and kiriko's mobile. though, my friend INSISTS that genji's a mobile player (he plays mobile fortnite and probs got that samsung galaxy skin).

hanzo plays fortnite also to "practice his aim". genji (un)ironically gets all of the anime collab skins and somehow is goated with pickaxing the poor players early on. kiriko is their supplies manager and carries all of their meds and shields because the brothers are busy collecting all of the cool broken guns.

i'm unsure who'd be super good at building. i feel like they'd purposefully play on no build because "only the most talented players don't rely on building" or something dumb as kiriko instinctively pressed the buttons to build stairs as they get third-partied.

btw kiriko loves driving cars esp the fast sports ones and makes one of them sit on top of oit (since only two players max can get on it). she interrupts battles that other plays are in and has genji and hanzo pick off the surviving ones like little scavengers.

they're so good and can actually get into comp stuff, but they'd rather not since they're "lighthearted" (hanzo's upset he's getting bot lobbies and genji's getting reported for "hacking" whilst kiriko's the string holding the whole team together).

if they played splatoon obvs you can tell hanzo's stringer, genji's splatana and maybe kiriko's something supportive like n-zap whilst still having great frontline potential.

i know a lottt more about 2 than 3 actually. i'd say maybe genji would like things with echolocator even if that's more of a widow thing. i thought of reg. squiffer first but that's my main but i think mainly it's how genji can rush in and w aggressive front/mid-line squiffers you just see them go in and out of the ink, trying to kill you w either trickshots or something dumb (it's ok ily guys). also genji's ranged too as well.

maybe also he might play roller because 1: technically melee (his sword) + in reference to his shurikens, the vertical and horizontal spray of the roller can be in reference to his. or maybe he's ANNOYING and plays carbon roller (deco) with ninja squid. ninja squid.

hanzo plays pure mpu bamboozler and then shits on other players for having pure gear because "it's way more affective to have a mixed, sorted array subs instead of trying to make it all the same"/j

tbh the whole "genji, hanzo and kiriko" stuff is just literally splatoon 3 splatfests honestly. hanzo's vanilla ice cream, genji's chocolate, and kiriko's strawberry. i don't know how to explain it.

#🦊‼️ #these are so dumb but honestly i don't mind #overwatch #overwatch 2 #kiriko kamori #kiriko yamagami #kiriko overwatch #genji #genji shimada #genji overwatch #hanzo #hanzo shimada #hanzo overwatch #shimada brothers #overwatch headcanons #headcanons #ow hcs #out of character