#mixed and rapid cycling

[undedkat]

Probably the worst part about having both bipolar and adhd is that you never really get a break. Having to deal with both, especially at the same time, is absolute fucking hell.

#I’ve seen a couple people compare their bipolar vs adhd and which is worse but for me the worst is having to deal with both in concurrently #and I rapid cycle and have been having a lot of mixed episodes lately so having adhd on top of that is just fucking awful #unded rambles #actually bipolar #adhd #mental health

[finagled]

idk if im bipolar or just have a lot of other things going on but i s2g i havent experienced what i can categorize as an 'episode' in like five years at this point so i have a hard time understanding what makes them think its bipolar

#and even when i did have episodes like #idk it was always hard to pinpoint what kind? #if im bipolar then i have rapid cycling mixed episodes #that have lessened in severity so much that its hard to classify it as an 'episode' #radtalks #also bipolar meds never did anything 4 me... #except seroquel which helped me sleep #and im kinda convinced it helped me reprogram my brain but i dont have any scientific evidence for that #anyways i dont see it and neither do the ppl around me #but i do know i have A LOT of other comorbid disorders so maybe it just looks like bipolar idk

[kringelorde]

my brain when there's no hypomania anymore and the baseline is in hell

#lamotrigine bc it's 2024 and I'm not that desperate yet but same sentiment #I'm not stupid and I know it's--well the rapid cycling and mixed episodes were what killed me not the hypomania #aghh what if I could be mildly hypomanic forever... please dawg it's so gray in here #stay on your meds (I will also be staying on mine ofc) #spext #spext: menthol illness

[ravenseq]

I’ve had four different distinct mood episodes this year (mixed depression, irritable hypomania, euphoric mania, and euphoric hypomania) and it’s so exhausting. I mean I’ll take the current happy state over the mixed depression for sure, that is pretty much hell. But after a while it starts to feel like I don’t know who I am in the center of it anymore.

#actually bipolar #the wrong medications can have awful consequences #antidepressants can trigger rapid cycling #or switch to mania #or mixed states

[mugiwaramochi]

When you’ve got to stop reading because Noise Rage.

#reminder I have a terrible personality #BPD with mixed features (rapid cycling) #an anxiety disorder #primary insomnia #raging hothead #generally a mess mentally #I want to throw my phone and strangle anyone who speaks

[inkpothot-blog]

Clinical Insanity

Where lies the line between insane and sane? Does the line lie between your mind and God? Does there lie enough space?

#insanity #rapid cycling bipolar I disorder with acute mixed episides #bipolar disdisorder #this is me. #And I am proud of myself.

[myfanfic-urfantrash]

ahahaha back on brain rot bc of my friend

i don’t know why, but i can see blade just being a goddamn mess the first time a rut/heat hits after he gains his immortality, and i just— *crying sounds* somebody help the poor man

if it was a rut, i think he’d either not be able to move for at least the first day or two bc he has no clue what was wrong with him, and was terrified to hurt his partner bc of it. he’d probably bite tf outta them too once he did get around them, but only bc his instincts were telling him to (he’d apologize and be the most pouty man on the planet while cuddling, trust) good luck soldier to his mate o7

if it was a heat, he would probably try to hide it, but he’d be so red in the face because just being around his mate makes him so flustered, it’s almost sad. kafka probably points it out first and he’s just glaring at her like “STFU (ㅠ﹏ㅠ)”

- messy nest (BACK ON THE TRAIN BBY)

Putting Blade in situations is my jam :3c

WELCOME BACK ON THE HSR A/B/O EXPRESS

cw: omegaverse

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In heat or in rut his first true cycle doesn't happen for some time since he became immortal. His body had to adjust to many things from his dynamic changing from Beta to Alpha or Omega, to his rapid healing, and eventual mara.

Regardless of what dynamic he is his first cycle leaves him unable to move and practically feral out of fear and the rush of hormones through his body.

His mate, should he have one at this time, is sent mixed messages of him wanting them near him and wanting them as far away as possible from him out of concern. If they think they can handle him during this they'll join him in his poorly made nest and try to ease his pain. He does bite them like he feared and doesn't let go for some time but at least his bites aren't as bad as what they thought they would have been. Cuddling is just about the only thing Blade wants at the moment he's to distressed to want anything else but comfort.

If he doesn't have a mate at the time he'll do his best to wait it out on his own though he has a miserable time doing so. His nest is poorly made, it doesn't smell quite right, and it isn't nearly as soothing as he needs it to be.

Later on when he has his cycle regularly and finds someone he's attracted to his body tends to overreact and make his body go into pre-heat/pre-rut. Kafka has teased him on more than one occasion when she's noticed his flushed appearance and the same person he keeps his gaze on for a bit too long. He's tired of her and he's tired of going into pre-anything.

#honkai star rail a/b/o #honkai star rail x reader #blade x reader

[uncharismatic-fauna]

The Evergreen Bagworm Moth: The Ultimate Stay-At-Home Mom

The evergreen bagworm moth or common basket worm (Thyridopteryx ephemeraeformis) has one of the more unusual life cycles of the order Lepidoptera. They begin their lives as part of a clutch of 500-1,000 eggs, laid in September or October, and hatch the following April. While they're still caterpillars, both males and females begin constructing large, elaborately decorated cocoons from silk and fecal matter, as well as bits of leaves and bark from their host plant. This case is built around their bodies as they feed, growing up to 6 cm (2.3 in) in length, and is eventually attached to directly to the host plant. The caterpillar molts through seven instars without ever leaving this case, and when it's large enough the larva seals itself inside and pupates for about 4 weeks.

Fully mature adults emerge from their cocoons in mid-August. While males finally leave behind their protective cases entirely. However, females remain firmly entrenched in their cocoons, and emit pheromones to attract a mate. Once a male arrives, he inserts his abdomen into the cocoon's entrance to inseminate the female. After laying her eggs, the female dies, never having left the protective case that she built for herself. Once her eggs hatch, they disperse along the same host plant or "balloon" on strands of silk to find a new home. Individuals only live a single year.

Adult evergreen bagworm moths are fairly plain, though males and females are easily distinguished. Males are covered with dark brown or black fur, with comb-like antennae typical of moths. Unusually, though, male T. ephereraeformis have transparent wings; these can reach a wingspan of 2.5 cm (0.9 in). Female adult basket worms largely resemble the larvae of the species. They lack wings, as well as eyes, antennae, or a mouth. Her body is about 1.9-2.3 cm (0.74-0.9 in) long, yellowish, and extremely soft and unprotected-- hence the need for a strong cocoon.

While neither sex feeds as adults, caterpillar common basket moths are voracious eaters. Their primary food are evergreens, especially junipers, arborvitae, and red cedar, but they can also be found on a variety of other trees including oaks, willows, maple and elm. The most common predators of the evergreen bagworm moth are wasps and hornets, which are able to more easily infiltrate their protective casings, but both adults and caterpillars may also fall prey to woodpeckers, mice, and sparrows.

This particular species of bagworm moth is common throughout eastern North America, particularly in areas with mixed or evergreen forests. The common basket worm can also thrive in urban environments, as there tend to be fewer predators to control their populations.

Conservation status: The evergreen bagworm moth has not been evaluated by the IUCN. Due to its large and widespread population, the species is likely stable; in many areas it is considered a pest due to the rapid rate at which a population can decimate the local vegetation.

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#evergreen bagworm moth #common basket moth #Lepidoptera #Psychidae #bagworm moths #moths #lepidopterids #insects #arthropods #evergreen forest arthropods #mixed forest arthropods #urban arthropods #north america #eastern north america #animal facts #biology #zoology

[ceruleancattail]

Light

Ace Trappola x reader

There’s something tranquil about the skatepark at night.

The blanket of darkness that shrouds this world, staining everything it touches a ebony black. Lampposts line the very edge of the slopes, towering above the entire park itself. A golden light, flickering at every second. Rays of light illuminate the park, before it plunges the world into darkness once more.

A cycle, as sure as a human’s breath.

The light flickers on…

And it flickers off.

During those brief moments of clarity, minuscule specks of black can be seen fluttering underneath the bulbs. Moths, with their faded wings of fur, reaching out for the warmth of the lights. They swarm the lamps, clouds buzzing underneath.

Some brave souls go too near, and the heat finally engulfs them. Their lives sizzle out, a candle wick spent. Those poor souls crumble, vanishing into ash.

That doesn’t stop their peers from attempting, though.

You watch listlessly, chin on your palm. Eyes following these clouds, wondering how it felt. How it felt to burn. Joining that beautiful,endless glow, even if it was just for a second.

How does it feel? To plunge into the depths of hell, to catch a glimpse of the blinding light they called joy. You laugh silently at the absurdity of it all, yet a small part of you felt a little envious.

Heaving a sigh, your eyelids flutter shut.

How did it feel like?

To love something, anything, so much more then yourself.

Wheels whirl beside you, a skateboard flying towards your side. With a deft motion, you stuck your leg out. Flinching ever so slightly as the board smashes against the side of your foot, slowly trailing to a stop.

Rapid footsteps, a flustered tempo. You raise your head, only to see dual eyes of crimson. A heart was painted over one eye, wrinkling with every step he took.

It was red.

Red as his cheeks, flushed from exertion? Embarrassment? Perhaps a mix of both, really.

Fingers closing around the board, the roughness scratching your palm. You heave it up, passing it to him. The guy gives you a sheepish laugh, flashing his teeth. It was a boyish expression, filled with youth. Rather contagious.

Unconsciously, the corner of your lips twitched, slipping upwards. A smile, albeit a small one.

His hands reached out, curling around the edge of the board. Your fingertips brushed each other, a soft gentle touch. Yet your heart fluttered, skipping a beat.

“Thanks for…”

He gestures vaguely at the board, trying to piece together words. Eventually, he gives up, before plonking himself right beside you. Slamming his foot onto the skateboard, it flies up. Smacking against his palm with a dull thud.

“So… come here often? ”

Chuckling, you tilt your head towards him. Leaning onto your knees, you give him a faint smile.

“Not really. I normally come during the day.“

With the ghost of a smirk dancing on his lips, he barks out a laugh. Mimicking your pose, he brings his knees up to his cheek as well. Leaning onto them, meeting your gaze.

“Why, scared of the dark?”

Curling your fingers, you flick his shoulder.

“I’m terrified of the idiots that lurk within.”

“Ouch. That hurts, y’know?”

Casting you a forlorn look, he clutches at his heart, clothes wrinkling in his grasp. You can’t help but snort at his antics, as dramatic as they were.

In response, you soon find an elbow digging into your arm playfully. He jabs you gently, giving you an overdone wink.

“There’s a name to this idiot, yeah?

It’s Ace. Ace Trappola.”

Ace gives you a mischievous grin, before reaching for your hand, gripping your wrist in his palm. A little too tightly, in your opinion. As you wince, the chemical stench of ink reaches your nostrils.

The lid of a sharpie clenched between his teeth, Ace’s scribbling scarlet numbers onto your palm. A phone number, signed off with a little heart.

He pockets the pen with a flourish, before stepping back onto his board. Another wink, before he kicks off, sliding away on that skateboard of his.

“Call me anytime you wanna’ hit the slopes, Cutie.”

Deep within your chest, something flickers alight.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #ace trappola #ace x reader #ace trappola x reader #twst ace #lucky potion🔷

[ranticore]

this is as far as i got into a diagram of siphos, the dominant life form of Siren, my big big worldbuilding project. it's fuck ugly and i am not lining this. I really liked the idea of alternating generations and a stupid complex life cycle. Ultimately there are no 'plants' on Siren as we know them. Instead we have the 'sessile' generation of the creatures which, in a different 'active' generation, are among the fastest and most active apex predators in the vast freshwater seas of Siren. It took the first human settlers on Siren years to understand that what they were assuming were completely different animals were in fact all the same animal - and, ultimately, it brings into question the definition of 'species' as it stands.

Tides are regular but slow; a yearly occurrence (when not a neap or spring supertide). When there is no or very little water movement (during a low tide phase), the fresh water forms strongly stratified layers, including an anoxic dead zone near the bottom. the increased water flow of a rising or falling tide increases mixing in the water, and provides enough nutrient flow for the sessile adult phase of the siphos to happily live their lives anchored to the substrate, feeding by suspension. each 'leaf' has a feeding structure which i have not designed yet, but also uses gas exchange to create air bladders in a process not unlike photosynthesis. the bladders raise and lower the leaves in the water column to take advantage of zooplankton density (diel vertical migration).

Each leaf produces two motile clone larva which break out and swim away. It's not uncommon for these larva to be released in a swarm when the adult sessile sipho is under attack or being eaten. The two holes in the leaves will slowly refill with the next clones. The larvae swim until they meet larvae of another sessile adult, whereupon they spawn, releasing planktonic gonads for sexual reproduction. the eggs form thick mats on the sea floor (some with an additional 'worm' stage of joined together eggs which trundles along until it finds suitable substrate) and eventually sprout into more sessile adults.

Whether or not the larva undergo sexual or asexual reproduction depends on oxygen saturation in the water. If the water has a low saturation, it is likely due to a period of stratification in the water column (still water at high or low tide). Because there may not be enough prey for a sessile adult to get by on, it triggers the beginning of the active generation. the larva instead divides asexually and enters a kind of locust phase of rapid development into swarms of nymphs which form most of the "fish" in Siren's seas. The nymphs progress through several stages of development, as the water continues to settle and stratify, until ultimately they are able to leave the water. similar to dragonflies, the nymph 2 stage are the largest flying predators native to the planet, and feed mostly on smaller siphos of other species and the insect-like creatures that swarm around the coastlines. the nymphs are sexually active and can lay fast-developing eggs which will hatch into more nymphs. nymph swarms number in the trillions and are very short-lived, taking advantage of only a few weeks of ideal conditions.

during a neap or spring tide year, when the water is liable to undergo extreme, catastrophic changes, the nymph 2 stage will then become fully active adults; too heavy to fly, the adults of the active generation propel themselves via specialised hydrofoil arms. they prey mainly on nymphs of other species (though cannibalism is common) and, since the settlement of Siren, sea-dwelling or even flighted humans. with the ability to travel very far and very fast, these adults are the means by which entire species can uproot and fuck off to a more livable area if the neap tide decides to turn their aquatic home into a new continent.

They do eventually spawn and, depending on oxygen saturation, release eggs that will become nymphs or sessile adults.

#xenobiologists HATE them #there are many species with roughly this sort of life cycle but some oddballs with terrestrial phases as well #setting: siren

[shitty-fallout-art]

only a single portrait because you don't need to see more right now :)

-Currently residing within the bowels of the Slop Shop hideout, Cait is an unwilling captive acting as Jared's current prophet.

-Not much could initially be said about Cait, given that she had nobody with which to share her story with. Once she was sold to the Combat Arena, she figured she would spend the rest of her life within its walls without a hope of ever being freed from them; and technically, she was correct.

-For years her routine had been a murky cycle of violence, the days blending together so that she lived perpetually within the chaotic fights of the arena. Between the chems that both gave her spirit and dulled her mind, and Tommy not being one to keep her updated with matters that, frankly, didn't interest her, the world seemed to pas by her with little trouble, until its troubles grew too great for her to be ignorant of.

-The numbers always fluctuated, raiders coming and going at all intervals depending on circumstance alone. Raider nests often got liberated or stolen, their proximity to Diamond City was often a liability risk, and prime targets in the southern regions were often too good to pass up. No matter what the combat arena promised in terms of excitement or caps, the unpredictable world of the commonwealth outside meant that business could go from busy to slow, and there was nothing that could be done about it.

-It wasn't until the numbers drastically went up that she figured something must have been driving everyone up north.

-At first it was a great boom for business, and despite the increase in her performances, she was also allotted time for herself to make room for other, fresher acts. Though unable to leave and very restricted in what she was allowed to do, Cait was able to make the most of her time with chem usage and general distractions, and second-hand she learned of pretty strange things happening outside the Combat Arena.

-The arrival of the Brotherhood got quite a laugh out of a lot of people, as did the rise of the minutemen, though such opinions were tinged with embitterment and anger towards their rapid success and rock-hard defenses. Nothing had squashed their spirits yet, but it was obvious that most raiders saw both groups as a challenge, and held mixed feelings of excitement and worry at a confrontation. Any further politics surrounding them had slipped her mind. Her addiction had grown heavier, and her actions while under usage became extreme and frightening.

-For months the Combat Arena flourished, then came a steady decline in profits, yet the number of patrons never went down. People were still showing up, and weirdly enough, staying there for long periods of time, though it appeared as though there just wasn't enough to indulge in freely. Chems were still easy to get hold of, but food started to become a bit harder to come by, and it wasn't for lack of effort on the raiders part. Cait's position kept her well fed, but fights often broke out amongst the freeloaders.

-Tommy was gradually loosing control of his business. It was hard to throw out the people who couldn't pay, but as they grew in number they overwhelmed him and eventually made themselves at home. Everything was running dry but they had no means with which to replace it. The Brotherhood was putting pressure on nearby areas and if they caught wind of the place then the Combat Arena was doomed.

-He grew desperate, and though he had promised to take Cait with him, he tried to sell her contract in the end for a little extra cash.

-The man who bought it, a Raider named Rust, was a strange one. He often talked about the failings of Ortega and bought large quantities of chems whenever he could, though rarely seemed to take them himself. When the Brotherhood came knocking down their down, he took Cait and fled towards the northeast. Cait hated him, but he supplied her with chems and kept her ignorant of the fallout outside, so she didn't complain much.

-She spent most of her days traveling and most of her nights swimming underneath intoxication, and it was one of these nights that the pair had met Jared.

-At a raider's den in Green Trailer Estates, Cait scourged for any chems they had available, becoming wild and uncontrollable with its influence. This had often brought her negative attention, but for Jared it was a sign of something great.

-She thought his questions were weird, most didn't make sense, but he seemed to like the nonsensical answer she gave, and when he promised her more chems for more answers she simply couldn't refuse.

-She didn't find out until after Rust and Jared formed a partnership that she had dug herself into her own grave.

-Her chem usage had increased substantially, but even when she tried to take a break they kept giving them to her. In moments of coherency she started to realize that the answers she was expected to give Jared were wholly unbelievable and impossible for her to know, but he insisted that she had some kind of ability to answer them.

-Cait grew confused and worried, but also weaker and sicker as time went on. Jared acted accordingly, giving her time off the chems and trying to keep her as healthy as possible, but it was during these sick episodes that she came to learn just how crazy he really was and how shitty she felt all the time.

-In was simply out of question for her to quit, they wouldn't allow her, and the feelings she so once enjoyed as a means of escape became painful and impossible to tolerate.

-Over the course of many years she hung on the brink of death, only to be kept alive for the sole purpose of acting as a seer. Even when malnourishment ruined all of them, even when her urine grew black and painful, even when her heart could not beat on its own and she could not even lift her own head; Jared simply refused to part with his ticket to greatness.

-But he still realized the toll this was taking on her, and that was when the experiential abductions began. From her bed she watched many chem users come and go, unable to provide the proof Jared sought and often dying from the effects of whatever cocktail Jared's boy's had concocted.

-It's a hard and painful life that she's grown sick of, having abandoned all hope of ever getting better, though she asks for a swift, painful death instead of slowly rotting away. It seems inevitable that she will eventually meet her end, no matter how hard Doctor Carrington tries to keep her alive, but those chems they keep administering are starting to have strange effects on her body, and she isn't sure what to make of that.

#fallout #fallout 4 #cait #horrorout au #shittys fallout aus #fallout au character profile #shittys art

[undedkat]

hypomania and depression are one thing but mixed episodes are a whole other type of battle

#rapid cycling girlies who get frequent mixed episodes where you at #actually bipolar #bipolar girl hours

[elioslover]

Bronze is Better. (BRITS)

Another meet-cute at the Brits (idc how late this is, I lost a month to my wisdom tooth). This is the second blurb in a short series I'm doing about bump-ins at award shows/ famous functions. Will probably become less ambiguous with each part! Let me know what you think? - Emmy xo

Part One / Part Three / Other Writing

Warnings: (Use of She/her pronouns).

Word Count: 1.4k

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He has dressed up again. Styled to the nines- no, the tens. Leaving the vague secrecy and safety of the car, blinking cameras bouncing sparkles atop his artfully polished shoes as his feet steady and relax on the rolled-out carpet. Each blinding flash forcing the fear of losing his sight forever to the forefront, vision coming and going with violent rapidity. 

His name never sounded so inferior- butchering, belting, bargains for attention- making him feel like no more than a marionette. He deems it doesn’t get better- nor easier- praise peppered so falsely atop him like gourmet fillet whilst he felt like a fucking cheeseburger, in at least more sense than one.

In the midst of it all, murmurs and mutters mixing with people trying for successful projection, names of stars he could neither see nor care for, he is solely navigating through the suffocating swirl of photographers, praying for the solace of an auditorium- also packed, in orderly conduct. Same routine, separate venue. Hard to reason with how he has ended up here, what this is all for, passion fading on the tip of his tongue, swiftly pacified as he is being ushered towards an interviewer once more, mic scarcely missing his mouth, offering him an opportunity to speak on his attendance, and for torture’s sake, He is forgetting his own creations, collaborations, contemplating- panicking over his cause for participation. 

He’s conjuring up responses- both charming, yet surface- to a sufferingly surface question. And he knows whatever he lands on will be looked over in playback- focus condensing to the way the colour of his blazer brings out the boldness of his eyes, perhaps harping in on his hair, how stubble scatters his cheeks, and how honest his hidden dishonesty is coming off. 

Almost gagging on his own words, a golden chorus of cheers calls out to the right, and instinctual curiosity tilts his head to follow, watching a well-named, well-dressed actor stepping out onto the carpet. He hardly cares though, because, through the collection of people, She is crammed into a corner, waiting for the wave of contenders to crash over and crawl away from the shore, instead settling on mending the state of the bronzy silk masking her skin, making sure it will move in synch. 

If He didn’t return his courtesy to the camera now, he would never hear nor see the end of it. And his answer was quickly followed by a new question, which spurred on another answer, and that only encouraged another question. He wondered if this weak cycle of watered-down conversing would soon circle on into something of substance- or would he need to creep and crawl towards withdrawal, to just stop starting? Because his whole body is sore with keenness, desperate to both finish this interview and to seek out the silken stranger- the silver bracelet’s innkeeper. But when the pulsing within activates such an aching that He can’t help but peek over once more, She has already been misplaced within the mass of man and woman. 

Disappointment turns his aches to throbs, which he feels might swell his brain so badly it will spew out from the open spaces between his ears and nose, and the interviewer aids him with the umpteenth intro to the next interrogation- a true talent for turning such irrelevance into something appealing to fans and viewers alike. He has to admire, actually impressive that someone could turn something he utters so sluggishly into something of any value. 

She doesn’t see his front, yet, with solitarily his back on show, He is still more than decipherable, stance definitely him, and that is more than sufficient to surge her directly his way, dipping into the wave, surfing smoothly within the restless sea of somebody’s until she resurfaces and comes to rest right beside him. 

He feels the unexpected wrap of Her fingers around his wrist, caressing his cufflinks, creating an invitation for his attention, and he looks over to the owner in fright before the coolness of her hand suddenly chills his heart. She glances up at Him graciously, a hint of hope for his remembrance- grateful for the confirmation of his widening gaze, and she shows no evident concern for the rolling camera, or the threat of her kind hand holding him hostage, as the smile she is sweetly sending him sees the scrunches of her eyes. 

He blocks the joy that wants to jolt his body all the way back to last July, and instead allows himself to turn and bend to better address her, borrowing Her his full attention, forcing the camera to substitute and follow his cheekbones, for he is already far from the former conversation when She continues sending signal flares with each blink, each lash flutter, luring him to lean, and lean, and then almost stumble back. 

She plays the Fool, hiking up onto the pointers of her high heels, head craning to properly greet him, gorgeous gazes locking in unspoken hello’s, countless seconds passing by before her lips part, and His shortly follow before She gives him the gift of a true greeting, tenderness trailing through the gap in her teeth, gathering Him up in a tornado of shyness that He felt to be frighteningly foreign. 

He thinks he says hello back, and when her shoulders sigh out the breath She didn’t know she had been holding securely, he knows he must have worded something welcoming enough. Her smile widens, to his greatest pleasure, and He fends off the impulse to slip off into a daze as she parts her lips to press on, 

“Thank you…” She warps focus to her fingers, still wrapping up His wrist like the bracelet that bonded them, he follows to where they are being bound, “For the...” 

He nods sillily, blinking back silent recognition, and when He recalls this successless moment after, he is madly resentful of the way he splutters out an, “Oh, of course, no sweat,” whilst almost evidently sweating anyhow. 

Perhaps She had been expecting his response to be something otherwise because her eyes are owling, her mouth opening and closing like a fish, as she scrambles and fears the start of a fumble nearing, His stomach hikes up to his throat at the sight of her- the feel of her fingers slipping from his wrist. 

Needing to retreat with hasty remorse for recklessly inserting herself into the middle of his interview, She is feeling like a right interruption- and the way His brows furrow only confuses her more, unable to determine if he is confused as to why she would uproot his camera connection or is just simply curious. Nevertheless, the air around her turns stale as she takes a step back, straightening herself off of all crumbs with care. 

“I owe you...” A last attempt at saving herself from this self-inflicted shame, self-esteem down the drain. But She only feels her stomach knotting, squirming, and cringing as she removes herself entirely- encouraged to look back, but firm on not.

Once again, He is but an observer, out of complete control, and unable to find even a corner to grasp at as he is attacked by the ever-tightening chains of the camera, unseen cables pinching at his skin, stuck in a place he has not once wished to be, wrapping and twisting him with each attempt at tampering, at trying to walk away; as what feels like a real opportunity travels away with the waves. The weight of the world balances on the shoulders of said camera, begging Him to aid in carrying the burden.

He wants to slip, to be whisked away into the valley, to valiantly wash up and bump his shoes into the back of Hers, unabashedly validating her unnecessary, but admirable need for appreciation, verifying his undoubtful pleasure of being in her presence and wondering if that would happen after bidding the present adieu. 

So, He lets the camera go completely, careless as to if it crashes and scatters across the carpet behind him, chains following soon after, falling from his limbs, left in a pathetic puddle as he leaves no survivors. Seeking out the curious Silver Bracelet Girl, seeming to finally feel some form of certainty. 

#harry fic #harry styles brits #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagines #harry styles x you #harry styles oneshot #harry styles concept #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic rec #harry styles masterlist #harry styles writing

[pokemon-ash-aus]

I’ve been focusing on the Dead AU for a while now, are there any fun facts you can share?

Also, how does Lillie react when Ash essentially tells her “okay im Pokémon I don’t want to build this friendship on lies please don’t tell anyone thanks”

Okay, Rapid Fire Facts abot Dead AU!

- Ash has tiny fangs from his time as a Gastly! It helps other Haunters and Gengar's know that he's very young despite being a Gengar/Haunter

- Lillie refuses to touch Ash, because he gives off a very odd energy.

-Ash is primarily Nocturnal that forces himself to adoot a Diurnal sleep cycle.

-Pikachu posses pokeball's to throw at Meowth constantly, he has almost caught him 4 times and counting

-The Alolan group are the first group that actually know Ash is a Gastly before he even attended class

-Pikachu is actually an Alpha Rotom with the secondary ability Static

-Humans are actually considered Normal types to Pokemon, and thus, Ash cannot actually get punched by a Human.

-Prior to dying, Ash always wanted ti be double jointed, and after dying, he likes freaking people out by turrning his feet 180 to walk away.

- Despite rarely crying, when Ash and Pikachu do cry, their voices often sound like hollow wails

- Pikachu's tone often mixes Pikachu/Rotom in his speech. Pikzzt, Rotochu, Pipim etc.

-Despite being the same age (due to dying at the same time) Pikachu is often considered Ash's Caretaker in the eyes of other Ghost Pokemon.

-Both Ash and Pikachu are very proficient with Illusions, though Ash's Illusions are primarily based on his body, Pikachu's is based on environment. With this, Ash could fool you into thinking he was a Groudon while Pikachu tricks you into believing your in a Volcano.

-Ash and Pikachu get into fights with other ghost types when they encroach onto Haunts unknowingly

-When Ash meets a Trevenant and a Phantump, his energy is associated with a deceased human that they steer away from.

-Shiny Phantump stays with Ash for the majority of the Kalos region, before being traded to Delia- thus triggering an evolution. Delia now has a Shiny Trevenant (Nanty) that treats the gardens and banters with Mimey

-Ash gets hyper sensitive when his death day nears. Similar to other (prior) deceased ghost types, His death day isnt something he will get over in awhile.

-Meowth canonically knows Night Slash in stead of Fury Swipes in order to harm Pikachu

-Jessie and James are aware that Ash is not alive, but opt to treat him like a human even after finding out. While they often act like they dont care, the small act has improved theur relationship with Ash immensely.

#Dead au #Ask

[softpine]

Is the Griffin we saw in today's post different from the other au Griffin we saw who offered up the same services but said he was joking? I think he was the same Finn that later remembered Asa?

unless i'm misunderstanding, i think you might be mixing up 2 different ones! NYC griffin, the very first AU we saw, might have appeared to be a sex worker initially but he was actually just pick-pocketing someone, and he later showed asa his technique (something something intricate rituals lmao)

but the version of griffin who remembered asa (because asa gave him guidance when he was a kid) was 90s griffin and jules!!

sorry i know all these universes are confusing, but the easiest thing to keep in mind is that we've never seen a repeat of the same griffin, and we probably never will. each of them are little glimpses into who our finn could have become / bits and pieces of what actually happened to him (more importantly, they're all psychological warfare for asa and finn...). asa still holds each of them in his heart because they all feel real and they all feel like finn to him, so leaving them behind – especially leaving them in proven unsafe conditions, like all the versions of griffin who are still children – is incredibly painful for him. but it just shows how badly he wants to find his finn, that he would put himself through this rapid cycle of meeting and leaving all these versions of him :(

#i just remembered how beautiful jules' garden is and now i'm seething with jealousy #asks #anonymous #nonsims #brandi answers

[bipolarmango]

Things people should know about bipolar disorder

1. We don't all the time jump from mania to depression from one moment to another. Rapid cycling means that a person experiences four or more episodes in one year. Rapid cycling only occurs in 10-20% of people with bipolar disorder with women and people with bipolar II being more likely to experience periods of it. In short, for an episode to be even counted, a hypomania should last minimum four days, mania for a week, and depression for two weeks. The exception to the rule is the times when a person is suffering from a mixed episode. Mixed episodes are defined as experiencing both depression and (hypo)mania either simultaneously or in rapid sequence. Around 40-50% of people with bipolar disorder experience a mixed episode at some point in their life, some more frequently than others.

2. External and internal things do trigger episodes. These mean things like stress, big changes in life like a breakup or a move to another city, but also hormonal changes, change in the season or weather, and even changes in our sleep patterns (yes, we shouldn't randomly stay up for the whole night). Even some doctors still live under a false belief that bipolar mood changes cannot be affected by anything external or internal except the brain randomly deciding to go haywire, while various studies show otherwise. Studies also show that 1 in 4 people with bipolar also have SAD (seasonal affective disorder). The episode can, of course, also occur totally randomly and without any clear reason.

3. We are not stupid. For some reason, plenty of people seem to live under the assumption that people with bipolar are generally unintelligent. This is not the case. In fact, a study found that 12 risk genes for bipolar disorder were also linked to intelligence. In 75 % of these genes, bipolar disorder risk was associated with higher intelligence. Moreover, the connection between intelligence and bipolar disorder is largely seen in those with high verbal IQ (VIQ). This type of intelligence is associated with creativity, abstract reasoning, and comprehension through spoken and written words. However, if the illness is very serious, there is a risk that the person's cognitive skills, such as verbal skills and memory, are impaired, especially during episodes. Some medications, such as Topamax, are also associated with certain side effects that may affect your memory, thinking, and even language skills.

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