This is so moving 🥹 Like almost the same happened a few weeks ago. You're so right, the joy of the moment goes to the victim, and the memory stays with the family. The best gift, the only value you can give to someone dying 💔
hm. im not very big on new years resolutions, they're too much pressure. but... perhaps i can handle new years Desires
this year i want to complete a lil comic, fan-based or otherwise. i'd like to also complete some sort of storyboard/animatic thing. i want to develop a coloring style that i can be proud of. i want to get to a point with my dragons where they can have a coherent story & world to live in. i want to think of so many fun, trivial facts about my characters. i want to post more about them. i want to write and post an original thing, be it 1k words or 10k. i want to finish the rough draft of a book i outlined. i want to be kinder to myself. i want to create more gift art for others. i want to put more effort & care & love into my art. i want to force myself into the world and figure out how to live. i want to make an irl friend. try a new craft - scrapbooking, maybe, or making an enamel pin. i want to finish that last commission and make a new sheet for more. i want to be freer with myself. i want to finish at least three fics. i want to go whale watching again. i want to improve my art, especially in the matter of drawing people. i want to bake something tasty and share it with the neighbors. i want to be content with existing. i want to have more good things in life to list on bad days. i want to build a birdhouse.
I know I make a lot of jokey posts about what experiencing a psychotic episode is like for me but I also want yall to know thats a coping skill. Psychotic episodes are terrifying and take a large toll on my health. I make jokes to cope but there is not a single thing enjoyable or "quirky" or humorous about experiencing them. I have psychotic episodes because of very painful things that happened to me as a child, please don't ignore that detail if you're an apsychotic laughing along with my jokes about it. All of the humor about my illness is rooted in the unbearable pain I have to deal with every day.
GODDAMN it took a hell of a hustle (and several very nasty burns) but older/Knighted Aether is finally ready for his reveal 💃 🪩 I think this is one of the most complex armors i've made to date. Everything was crazy involved from having to dye fabric, wefting+adding lights to the wig, patterning the armor, wrapping the armor, planning/rigging the lights and then just getting the dang thing on. I am completely and utterly exhausted from working on this beast but HE'S HERE
Foam on this project sponsored by cos com cosplay supplies!
im not saying that pharmacists and doctors shouldnt be allowed to have breaks or should be overworked or anything but i think its a little cruel that pharmacies and doctors offices can close for a holiday or for a little bit of snow at the drop of a hat when like. home depot employees or something are forced to work in a snowstorm on christmas eve. like i just think medical attention and medication is more important but thats just me. hire more doctors and pharmacists for the love of god
people often assume when we all go out together that I'm my half brothers mom (I'm 20 years older than him) & that his parents are his grandparents & it's so funny bc I know it bothers them. old ass idiots
Warnings: Medical procedures (discussed), life-threatening illness (discussed)
Word Count: 982
Loosely inspired by this photo:
“I thought we were going to lose your dad that year,” Ellie says, and Daisy’s breath catches in her throat.
“Sorry, what?”
It’s just after midnight, the earliest hours of the new year, and Daisy Hardy and Ellie Miller are huddled in the semi-darkness of the living room poring over photo albums from years past. It’s her first winter holiday home from university, and she’s feeling oddly nostalgic for a time she thought she would never miss. She’s fairly sure Ellie’s never seen most of these photos, school pictures and holidays captured in snapshots and carefully pasted into albums by the inexpert hands of Alec Hardy. Most of them are from before Daisy came to Broadchurch, documentation of a time Alec himself was scarcely present for.
2014 is particularly sparse: her relationship with her dad had been strained at best during that period. She had loved him and hated him, pushed him away and missed him so tangibly that it made her chest ache. They’ve only got one photo together from that year, a painfully self-conscious one taken by a disinterested employee at a pub in Sandbrook during one of his rare visits. It’s a family portrait of a family that no longer exists. In it, she and her mum are a cheerful group of two, while her father stands at a distance, posture tense. “You might try smiling,” her mum had sniped in that tone she kept carefully light.
i don't have a belly button. have i explained that to yall. i have a little skin graft there. several of my organs did not want to be along for the ride
love how fanon kuniharu went from well-meaning, but kinda pathetic dad to emotionally abusive, self-centered sperm donor who's only there because kurumi loves him
Appreciation post for my bf. But first I must give context involving my shitty, financially abusive, violent, drug-dealing, coke-addicted ex.
It has been a few years since I last had to go to hospital for it. And the last time I was here for DKA I was with a then-boyfriend now ex. He was mad at me about something so at first he refused to drive me to the hospital. Then when we finally did go the car broke down and we had to call an ambulance and of course he made that out to be my fault.
He didn't stay with me while I was in emerge, triage, or the short-term stay room let alone when I was admitted to a room upstairs. I was so sad and alone and my only company was this sweet elderly woman in the bed next to me who would check on me periodically. The nurses were kind as usual.
My friends told me to leave him, but I didn't listen because I foolishly believed things could get better, I could fix him, he would come around eventually. It wasn't until I started making friendships with women outside of his circle that I saw what I really deserved and how I wasn't getting anything I wanted.
As for my boyfriend today, this was his first time experiencing my DKA with me. As soon as I let him know I threw up, he came straight home from helping his dad out with something. He stayed by my side and monitored my vomiting. Once I couldn't keep water down (third puke) he said "babe, we're going to the hospital."
It felt so nice for someone else to take control while I felt so miserable and sick. To be able to let go. I'm often the one in charge, keeping track of what's been done and what needs to be done, and taking care of others.
He even made sure there was a bucket to bring with us in the car (I was dry heaving at this point) and he helped me pack a bag because I started doing it before he noticed. He didn't know DKA usually means an overnight stay or longer.
While I was in triage and then put into a temporary room he held onto my overnight bag and purse and asked around to find me. He then showed up and out of concern let me know I was very pale and shaking. I kind of snapped (high sugars make emotional regulation very difficult and often cause irritability) and told him to stop pointing things out it was making it worse. Because I have anxiety and PTSD the more I hear about my symptoms the worse they get, psychosomatic kind of thing. He did not get upset, he just took note and stopped making comments, moving on to another topic to try and distract me. I could barely talk, but it was nice to have the company and hear him talking.
What I found really helpful was when he came back after he had to leave for visiting hours just to bring me a warm blanket. The IV is usually cold and the basement of this hospital has a lot of AC. He then stayed up late on a work night just to make sure I was feeling better even a little bit. Which I was.
Today he came by unexpectedly and brought me a bottle of water and my toothbrush/toothpaste since we had forgotten to pack those items. He forgot my Tim's tea, but it was actually okay because when my meal came there was a tea with it.
I feel so cared and loved for. I am so happy I don't have to beg for him to care for me while I'm sick. I take care of him when he is sick and now that I know he does the same, it makes me really happy.