#we're sick of your bullshit

[the-kaleidoscope-sys]

If you're going to be "transRAMCOA", I'm going to demand that you start by paying reparations to all the real survivors out there.

My therapy with a DID and RAMCOA specialist (very hard to find, btw) costs me almost $7000 a year. Let's start there, shall we? That's almost $600 a month. Just on therapy. That I am incredibly lucky to have access to. Most survivors are shit out of luck and have to try to heal without a specialist.

I've lost untold amounts (hundreds of thousands at least) in lost income opportunities because of how disabling being a survivor is. I can't work a regular full time job and will probably never be able to. I've been "working" (read: pimped out by my own parents) since I was a little kid but the skills of a child sex worker aren't exactly transferable to the normie world, y'know?

I get by with a lot of help from some understanding roommates and friends that I'm lucky, VERY lucky, to have. This is to say nothing about the *quality* of that life (not great) beyond what capitalism or money cares about, because of course I'm constantly Experiencing Symptoms. On account of all of the trauma.

I can't even go to the bathroom like a normal person because of how much the constant rape fucked everything up downstairs. There is no fixing this. I will deal with many of the medical and mental complications for the rest of my life and this is just one of them. (Does it still sound like a fun thing to roleplay?)

The first ~20 years of my life were a living hell beyond what most of you can even imagine. My life is also statistically likely to be much shorter than the average person's. What kind of price can I even put on all those lost years? I can't. But you could pay me enough to not have to work for all the years remaining to me. If you want to pay me, say.... $100k a year for the rest of my life so that I can live what little is left to me in peace, then I would be happy to consider you an honorary RAMCOA survivor. I'll even write you a nice little certificate you can frame. I'll give you regular updates on how my therapy is going, so you can (sort of, not really though, you could never understand if you haven't lived it) experience this mAgIcAL hEaLiNg jOuRneY vicariously through me.

Go on, then. You want to be us so bad? Find a REAL survivor, and pay up. Otherwise get the fuck out of my community and stay out. Surviving RAMCOA is not a fun little identity label for you to play around with, it's REAL shit that ruins the lives of REAL people every day. I live with this, EVERY day. It's not a fun little game I can stop when I get tired of playing. This is my LIFE.

So pay up, or fuck off.

#ramcoa #transramcoa tw #tw transramcoa #not posting in your tags because we're better people than you are. <3 you're welcome. #clown on this post and get blocked. I don't want to hear it. #I'm old and I'm tired and. really? I survived all that sick bullshit just to struggle and scrape by? #in a world where people pretend to be someone like us for sick twisted 'fun'? #where is the justice? WHERE IS THE JUSTICE? #alter: rania #mostly

[slugass]

using "sanity" as a stat that lowers... great, so hopeful. what an accurate and not outdated concept.

oh look, now some of you are making higher aggression and scary monstrousness go hand-in-hand with lower sanity... "insanity 100%"... wow so suprised, truuuly an improvement from all those shitty "character go INSANE AND KILL BC INSANITY = VIOLENCE" you used to make all the goddamn time.

#sarcasm post #mlp infection au #mlp infected au #ableism #sanism #ableist tropes #losing “sanity” doesn't have to mean being an aggressive and/or scary monster #mlp #mlp fim #shout out to you all who DON'T lean into this bullshit for your au's #the “less sane = more violent and aggressive towards others” stereotype LITERALLY GETS MENTALLY ILL PEOPLE KILLED. #you CAN lash out during a breakdown #but portraying those of “lesser sanity” as agressive mindless monsterous creatures to be terrified of? #IMPLYING THOSE THINGS GO HAND-IN-HAND? #i'm sick of it!!!!!! #even if we're “going ins^ne” we're still human beings #and the mlp cast is just human beings shaped like animals

[exxistential-nightmare]

Hey folks, if you follow tme/tma discourse stop following me and leave me alone, I dont want you around here. Its so painfully obvious to me that none of y'all care about non binary people, you just want to assign a good or bad gender onto someone.

I am indistinguishable from a trans or cis, man or woman at different times, I am capable of being both visibly trans and stealth. I am affected by transmisogyny, and I am exempt from it depending on a thousand different factors that Im not getting into on this post. And I can very comfortably say that my experience is shared by people who look similar to and different from me, because I read about it on here all the time.

There are trying to wipe us out and us sitting here crying about trans people oppressing each other when none of us hold any systemic power isnt gonna do shit to stop it. Transmisogyny exists, so does transandrophobia, Ive faced both at different times in my life and neither was less harmful/damaging than the other, they both affected and hurt me and damaged my ties with the queer community.

Fuck your false dichotomies and fucking work together, ss it stands you sound like cops trying to split the community.

#stip making everything a fucking dichotomy #not everything needs to be black and white #its such a chronically online vibe #queer discourse #tme/tma #fuck your false dichotomies #We can fight over stupid bullshit like this when we're not gonna be made illegal #im so sick of seeing trans people fighting with each other over stupid shit #none of this will matter if the right gets what it wants #and alienating the trans community from itself will help that #if you try to split our community youre a fed and I dont want you here #Crow squawks

[icewindandboringhorror]

... how am I meant to get any sort of restful sleep when it's like 85F indoors in my bedroom at NIGHT .. hhhhhhhhhhhhhh

#why the next poll adventure and everything else has taken so long lol.. I straight up have just not done anything #the past few days... staring down my todo list and sweating hopelessly #AT LEAST it;s relatively low humidity. the highest it's been up to is maybe 65%. but is usually around 50 or 40ish #There is one small window air conditioner in a roomate's room that can KIND OF be shared by nailing a sheet up to block off the hallway #with the rooms in it so the cool air goes into the other bedrooms but doesnt flow out into the kitchen or etc but #wjhen it's the time of day that the sun is directly hitting the window & it's like 102F outside even that doesnt help much. to cool 3 rooms #and I always feel like we're going to explode the air conditioner or something running it too much with direct heat on it. sometimes it #smells like hot plastic or whatever ghj.. so it's mostly just.. block off all windows with 5 layers of blankets and cardboard #starting at 10am (meaning.. no indoor light for days basically.. no natural lighting.. time passes weird. hard to determine time of day). #throw water on the bed every night so you sleep in wet sheets and keep your clothes and hair wet at all times. ice. cold drinks. keep a #little fan running pointed directly at you nearly 24/7 even when sleeping with a fan blowing air on you makes your eyes and throat painfull #dry. etc. etc.. and i KNOW people have it worse in plenty of places blah blah. i am just complaining on my little blog that is about me lol #I think the biggest thing about lack of adequate/central air conditioning for me is just the LACK of productivity!!! I am working on games! #and novels!! and so many other crafts. costumes! sculptures!!! things I want to do!!! we all have a limited amount of time on this planet a #nd I have so many goals!! To lose basically 4-5 days straight or producivity - when if I had been able to temperature #control my environment better I could have easily gotten more done because I wouldn't be laying around nuseous and too hot #and sick to do anything all day etc. -- is like.... GRRRRRR... it just feels so senseless.. i could have USEd that time... #Every CEO who has contributed to global warming owes me 1million doallrs to fund my art projects and make up for all the time #I've lost on them due to their stupid bullshit.. also they should be stoned to death in a public square. but redistribute the money FIRST #to everyone on the planet. but especially people who have been affected by floods. fires. etc. etc. #poor people who have limited choice in housing and access to air conditioning. homeless people in cooling centers. people with disabillitie #and health issues that are worse in the heat so the entire future just seems increasingly terrifying for them. etc. etc. #ANYWAY.... eughhhgh.... It can cool down SLIGHTLY at night but the past few nights I have been sleeping in an 81 degree room and I wake up #and first thing in the morning its like 82 by then and I'm so nauseous and nasty feeling... just so so tired of it.. I NEED SNOW #literally not even joking.. snow would heal me. .. oughffff... #AND i got the new nasty stinky poo poo pee pee tumblr dashboard update lol.. e v i l

[rxkuyo]

the urge to tell this woman that she's fucking dumb in the pettiest most angry way vs. me having to calm myself down and be as friendly about pointing out things she might want to reconsider because I am trying to help this horse and telling her off in any way will just result in her shutting down and not considering my (very valid) points at all

#yoooooo bitch you're killing your horse because you're fucking dumb <3 much love <3 get help <3 #getting her a 'get well soon'- card but I'm referring to her mental state <3 #I'm severely pissed off and angry again but whatever else is new #just give this horse away to someone who cares and will pay vetbills instead of sending their kids to expensive ass private schools #and going on vaca 4 times a year so that their kids have something exciting to talk about at their stupid expensive private schools #while your horse can't fucking breath cause you won't pay for vet visits + meds lmao #boo fucking hoo we have to pay 150€ a month for someone to clean out our kid's rabbit's stalls because our kids have never learned #to take responsibility for their pets and won't look after their rabbits - that they absolutely desperately needed #and also never cared about once ever since they got them - and now we can't afford this sick horses' meds because we're broke #also we're going on vaca next month can you please stand in at work for me ? thanks #I hate this place I hate this place I hate this place I hate that I supported this place for so long #I just want this poor horse outta there and in good hands #fucking why is it so hard to get that she's gonna get him killed with her bullshit #oh he's not coughing as much meaning he's now healthy and he no longer has permanent lasting lung damage because magic or w/e ???? #so now we're not giving him his meds anymore because he's in perfect health. no sickness in this horse. none #like woman ??? he. can't. fucking. BREATHE. OH MY GOD #maim bite kill kill slaughter bite bite scratch maim bite bite kill etc etc

[cyberdragoninfinity]

the more i simmer on him the more im like “god i love Jack Atlas”..... I love, LOVE, the sheer power of “yugioh rival archetype character that starts out as a gigantic class traitor cunt but over the course of the series grows into someone genuinely so golden-hearted and very open about loving his friends.” Like, what a CONCEPT!!!! WHAT A WORLD!!!!

Like the way s2 guts his relationship with Carly, the way the last like 4 episodes of the series just kind of fling everyone’s characters into the ocean for not reason, it sucks!!! It sucks a lot (i wish i could even be surprised by the former, but, my god “yugioh fucked up how one of its women characters is written and integrated into the plot” never changes, huh :/) But I DO absolutely go bananas for his (second) duel against Fake!Jack in early season 2. I love seeing this 6-foot-a-million tall man face a physical mechanical embodiment of all his worst personality traits and saying “this isn’t me anymore, I don’t hurt my friends. My loved ones are important to me!!” and then beating the piss out of it. It rules. 

yugioh rivals loving and respecting their friends and actually being SHOWN caring about them..... *chef kiss* Fantastic. So So Good

#ygo posting #like again i love kaiba plenty but i do think as rivals and as characters i like chazz and jack waaaaayy more #i love that jack is a fucking dumbass and hotheaded but at his core is someone who loves his brothers and the people important to him #kaiba seeing something supernatural: uuuughhh ughhhhh not this magic bullshit again. sick and tired of this. this isnt real btw. #jack seeing something supernatural: DONT CARE IF YOURE REAL OR NOT YOU FUCK WITH MY FRIENDS WE'RE GONNA SQUARE UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[str1d3rs]

angry ranting, so like ignore i guess lol

might just be the evil momence, but the line “i am the devil that you forgot” kinda hits hard rn because we found out our ex has been talking shit about us and making us seem like the shitty one so yeah lmao

it takes so much energy right now to not say all the shit that has happened to us (wish we could go back to those old private servers and dms to get screenshots of everything, because hoo boy that would be so much evidence and enough that would make pretty much everyone that has ever interacted with him block him so fast)

#if our ex by some miracle sees this i have one thing to say: get over your fucking victim complex #if every relationship with you ends badly that means you're the one in the wrong #also i am begging you to go touch some grass #on top of that just message us if you have beef #would prefer if you didn't talk shit publicly and to others #because if you continue this bullshit of talking shit and being vague about us despite it being months out of the relationship i swear #i fucking swear i will lose it #anyways this post exists because we're sick of being painted as the bad guy abuser without anyone knowing our story #also if they're posting about us to tons of strangers and people that were once loosely our friends why don't we do the same? #anyways dms are open if you wanna hear about what happened #might delete later #if anyone is curious our ex is dragon-type-snom

[bluejay73-yt-va]

Tumblr Users: We respect pagans and witches. Yeah! Stick it to the church! Take back your culture! You're doing great! Also Tumblr Users: Wow, can you believe there are people who actually think fairies are real? What fucking idiots. Walruses are real at least, but can you believe how STUPID and brainless people are that they think fairies are actually real? What? It's important to your religion and culture? Fucking moron. Fairies aren't real and you're the most stupid person on the planet for thinking they're real.

#walrus fairy poll #seriously I am sick of all this #imperial atheists are just as bad as imperial christians btw #no respect for the things people different than you hold sacred #you don't have to believe it #but don't treat us like we're stupid for believing in the divine #honestly your life must be so sad #like seriously #You're so close-minded and firm in your belief that you are right that you think it's a good thing to tear down other people #you're so stubborn that you refuse to acknowledge the possibility that someone who has different beliefs than you might be right #get out of here with your thinly veiled imperialistic bullshit

[rightfullyangry]

I just wanna know why the fuck trans men are just fucking erased from the discussion or worse told they're literally fucking privileged in the way cis men are

like, seriously, as a trans woman now incognito so I don't get my shit stomped (again) for daring to speak about this, I just wanna know what the fuck the problem is

no, this isn't a "can't we all makeup?" bullshit post. This is me looking at a problem where the trans community is actively fucking othering their own and visiting bigotry onto people that we're supposed to be in solidarity with

We should not be telling other trans people that their abuse is not real. That their oppression is not real. That they're somehow privileged despite very clearly not being privileged in the slightest

imagine if somebody said that trans women are privileged instead of oppressed. Oh wait, we don't have to imagine it, it's done by our oppressors all the fucking time! So why are we doing the same to trans men?!

I am sick and fucking tired of watching my trans sisters sit there and say the shit I've heard said to me by my abuser onto trans men. Sick and tired of it.

Get your shit together. I know a lot of you won't. But at least some of you, just fucking get it together and stop pretending like trans men don't matter.

#transandrophobia #transgender #transphobia

[evilvillain123456789]

Listen to me I am sick of your dumb ass reincarnating as animals over and over again and coming to visit me at my house as a supposed "sign of your presence" I keep killing the things you come back as every time on purpose I do not want a dog to live here nor a cat nor a beautiful bird nor that which crawls beneath the Earth. We're THROUGH. The relationship ended when your life as a human did. I get that you want to keep this "Twin flame" soul mate reincarnation bullshit afloat but 1. I will not be returning to the cycle of death and rebirth due to my dark heart AND 2. Even if I did come back, good luck being born a human around the same time as me once more. Asshole. I'm salting the earth around my yard so that from the ground no plants may grow and from there comes no germs from plants, no bugs from germs, no birds from bugs, no beasts from birds. No you.

[pixiis-blog]

So I just had to make the really difficult decision to not go to Kumoricon this year. And it fucking sucks.

I was looking forward to con this year and had all the motivation to make a cosplay, go to panels, and had a hotel booked and everything.

Then about 2 weeks ago con staff decided to announce ONE MONTH BEFORE CON that they decided to require kn95 masks for all attendees ages 2 and up. No cloth masks under any circumstances. All when finally, finally everything is starting to calm down in my city and the county this con will be held in.

There was absolutely no reason to require them and no data to back up the concerns. If they had presented concerning data of cases and or hospitalizations here in the county like my employer has done for the last 6 months, I would be more agreeable. If they had even just said 'any mask just don't go without one' I'd be begrudgingly ok with it.

But now because of my sensory processing issues I've been so stressed out trying to prepare myself for a weekend of blisters behind my ears and not being able to breathe, on top of my issues lately of not being able to regulate my body temperature. I'm so stressed out that I said fuck it to the first cosplay I actually budgeted for and was actively working on every day after work for the last two months. My first ever cosplay was going to be this year. And now it won't see the light of day for months to years. Because it will have this negative association.

So thank you Kumoricon staff, I will not be attending your convention this year, especially after you so poorly handled the reaction to your news the last few weeks. If you can get your shit together, maybe I might come back next year but I hope you're happy. Because I'm not the only person making this decision.

#I'm fuming at how they handled it #deleting comments #blocking users #and not a single comment #not even a 'we're following the science' #fucking silence and no explanation as to why they made this stupid fucking decision #I've had covid twice #I'm not scared or concerned #if you are you can feel free to mask up get tested or stay the fuck home!! #just don't expect me to take kindly to being told I have to be miserable all weekend so that you can live in your little fantasy world #fuck you to the staff members who made this decision #and if I see any comments on this getting all uppity on me for my decisions #or the fact that I'm mad #you will IMMEDIATELY be blocked no questions asked and no going back #I'm fucking done with the fearmongering and the bullshit where I live #and I'm sick of people preaching that I'm 'wrong' because they're scared and want to live in fear #so shut the fuck up and leave me the fuck alone #vent #pixii speaks

[phillydilly]

On the edge

⊹♡— In which Charles has finally hit his breaking point and snaps at Ferrari, and his girlfriend is the only one who can calm him down

Charles Leclerc x fem!reader

Authors note: After processing everything that was the US Grand Prix, I decided to write this and pretend that this is exactly what Charles did in real life. I don’t know about Charles but I have certainly reached my breaking point with this fuckass team. Anyways, enjoy?

Charles stood on the grid, his red Ferrari gleaming under the Texan sun. He had secured pole position for the United States Grand Prix in Austin, but his excitement was short-lived. The team had a different strategy in mind, one that involved a risky one-stop tire plan, and Charles couldn't believe it.

"Charles, we're going for the one-stop strategy," his race engineer informed him through the radio.

"One-stop? Are you guys out of your minds?" Charles shouted back, his frustration bubbling over.

Ferrari had been struggling with tire degradation for years, especially at the Circuit of the Americas, and it was a recipe for disaster. He felt like he was being set up for failure. As the race began, he fought to keep his tires alive, but the degradation was merciless.

Lap after lap, Charles watched as other drivers on different strategies flew past him. His tires were giving up, and he felt betrayed by his own team. He couldn't hold back his anger any longer. "This is ridiculous! I can't believe you put me on these tires! What are you thinking?" Charles yelled over the radio.

The Ferrari pit wall was silent for a moment before the voice of the team principal, Fred Vasseur, responded, "Charles, we believe this strategy can work. Just stay focused."

But Charles knew it was a lost cause. The moment the race ended he stormed into the garage after his pit stop, his frustration boiling over. "You guys sabotaged my race! This was a terrible call!"

Charles couldn't hold back his anger any longer. He stormed into the debrief session with his Ferrari team, the tension in the room palpable.

"I can't believe you guys," he began, his voice seething with frustration. "You knew how important this race was for the standings, and you still forced that one-stop strategy on me. It's like you don't even care about my success."

The team members exchanged uneasy glances, but Charles wasn't done. "I've been patient with this team for years, and this is how you repay me? By ruining my race?"

Fred tried to maintain order, "Charles, we believed in the strategy. We thought it could work."

Charles cut him off, his anger unrestrained. "Believed? Believed?! You destroyed my race, and you dare to say you believed? It's absurd!"

As the argument intensified, Charles's teammate Carlos Sainz couldn't stay silent any longer. "Charles, we win as a team, and we lose as a team. We have to trust in the decisions we make together."

Charles turned to Carlos, his eyes blazing with anger. "Trust? You want me to trust a team that has let me down repeatedly? Maybe you can, but I’m sick of this bullshit!"

The room descended into chaos as Charles and the team members went back and forth. Accusations were hurled, and frustrations boiled over. The argument was a maelstrom of emotions and raised voices.

In the midst of the heated debrief session, Charles felt the need to drive home a point. He turned to the team with a determined expression. "You know, Ferrari is not my last option. I've been contacted by several teams, including Red Bull."

The room fell silent as everyone took in his words. The mention of Red Bull, a team that was currently dominating the sport, hung heavily in the air.

"I've been loyal to Ferrari, and I've given my best. But you need to understand that other teams are interested in me," Charles continued, his tone unyielding. "I have choices, and I won't hesitate to explore them if I feel that my commitment and hard work aren't being reciprocated."

The team members exchanged uneasy glances, realizing that Charles had a point. The sport was highly competitive, and top drivers were in demand. Ferrari couldn't afford to lose a talent like him.

They had taken Charles’s loyalty for granted, and never thought he would entertain the idea of leaving. They knew he had other options, but this was a stark wake-up call.

In the midst of the shocked silence that had followed Charles's revelation, Fred began to speak, attempting to address the situation. However, before he could finish his sentence, Charles abruptly stood up, his expression resolute, and without saying a word, he walked out of the room and slammed the door behind him.

The team was left in stunned silence, realizing the gravity of the situation. The realization that Charles, their star driver, had reached a breaking point and walked out of the debrief without another word was a stark reminder that their actions had consequences, and the trust between the driver and the team needed to be urgently repaired.

As he stormed out of the garage and back to his driver's room, he noticed Y/n, his girlfriend, sitting on the sofa with open arms, waiting for him.

He collapsed into her embrace, his anger still burning brightly. Y/n wrapped her arms around him, letting him vent. "Charles, it's okay to be angry," she said softly. "You've been patient with this team for years, and they keep making these decisions that hurt you. It's not fair."

Charles took a deep breath, tears of frustration and anger welling up in his eyes. "I just don't know what to do anymore. I've given them everything, and they do this."

Y/n held him close, her voice filled with empathy. "I understand, Charles. You have every right to be angry. You've earned your place here, and they need to respect that. Let it out; I'm here to support you."

As he continued to express his anger and disappointment, Y/n listened attentively, providing a safe space for him to share his feelings. She understood that this was a breaking point for him, and she was determined to stand by his side.

Just as they were beginning to calm down, a knock on the driver's room door shattered the fragile peace. A Ferrari team member stood there, a worried look on his face.

"What is it?" Charles asked, his heart sinking.

The team member hesitated before responding, "Charles, we've just been informed that there's a technical issue on your car, and it's likely to result in disqualification."

Charles and Y/n exchanged a glance, their hearts heavy with the weight of the news. It seemed that the day had gone from bad to worse, and now the race he had fought so hard for was slipping away.

Charles ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "I can't catch a break today, can I?"

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine #Charles leclerc one shot #formula 1 smut #Charles leclerc #charles leclerc smut #formula 1 #charles leclerc x female reader #Charles leclerc story #formula 1 one shot #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x female reader #Charles leclerc x you

[hellyeahsickaf]

The way addicts and chronically ill people are dehumanized is so exhausting

The normalization of this shit in medical and casual settings is genuinely mind boggling. Addicts and disabled people go through so much bullshit. I've dealt with many fucked up doctors when I just needed help

I had a kidney infection, some months back. This is always extremely medically urgent, and I was likely only hours from sepsis. I went to the hospital reporting my pain to be a 9/10. 9 because my 10 was gallstones. I experienced severe malpractice at the hospital and the doctor reported exams that never occured and false information while making me wait with nothing more than tylenol to hold me over (didn't touch the pain) and bring my fever down but that's a whole other story

They did however, deny me the pain medication I needed until it was time to go home. I'm deathly allergic to NSAIDS, but that's something an addict might say so they witheld pain relief because they'd rather me suffer just in case I'm a different kind of sick. An entire night, maybe 6 hours in the ER and they couldn't give me anything, not a small dose of morphine or one norco even a few hours prior to take the edge off of the pain while I was curled up shaking and crying. Just in case I was an addict looking for my fix, and my suffering was just withdrawals and good acting. In that case maybe I deserved it and should be denied my humanity. God forbid in that case I'm so desperate to alleviate unbearable withdrawals that I spend all night in the ER crying. Not the first time I've experienced red tape just to get relief from excruciating pain

But whatever. As per protocol I was asked to follow up with my pcp. So a few days later I called to set an appointment, but I'd also run out of norco and desperate to relieve the pain I asked if I could be filled even enough for a few days, until the pain was bearable. I had difficulty walking, laying down, and I again, can't take most pain relievers. The receptionist was nice and understanding, actually got me in touch with the doctor because she wanted me to be able to get my refill. Probably heard the pain in my voice even. She believed me

She transfers me over to the doctor and I tell him I'd like a follow up and ask if he could fill my painkillers. I would've acceped a no from him, I just needed my follow up. He asked about my condition, I told him my diagnosis and how much pain I was in

And he laughed.

Got a real hoot out of it, like he had me all figured out. Like he caught me trying to cheat the system. I must be trying to get high or make some money with a few days worth of norco as i'm nearly in tears from the pain even while calling

He tells me through his laughter "I don't prescribe painkillers for 'kidney infections'" saying it with a mocking emphasis on those words, as if I'd said "stubbed toe". Follows with "Yeah haha, bye." and hangs up on me. No follow up like I called for. Needless to say I no longer have a pcp but truly if he thought I was an addict trying to take advantage of him he should have still treated me professionally. Maybe not cackled when I said my pain was excruciating for a start

I just don't understand why the hell so many doctors can be so apathetic to people's suffering. Addicts deserve better and so do disabled people- whether you think they're addicts or not. The assumption that we're lying, trying to trick them and are feigning pain to do it is disgusting, listening to your patients is so important. And if that were the case they could have some sympathy and ask themselves what it would take for someone to go those lengths, take such drastic measures and go through that trouble to obtain those substances.

Addiction is not a moral failing. Many disabled and chronically ill people unfortunately rely on medications that have addictive properties. About 80% of heroin addicts first misused prescription drugs. However only about 4-6% of those addicted to prescription drugs switch to things like heroin. And instead of help or compassion for people who just need help (addicts or not), they just figure we're one in the same and treat us like subhuman degenerates, leeches on society. And I think people need to change how they view addiction. Doctors need to change how they view addiction

#cfs #chronic pain #chronic fаtiguе ѕуndrоmе #chronic illness #fibromyalgia #disability #actually disabled #spoonie #me/cfs #cfs/me #ableism #ableism tw #medical ableism #addiction #ok to reblog #medical stuff #tw drugs

[ellieslittlewh0re]

𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐)

* ೃ⁀➷ part 1 - part 2 - part 3

pairing - farmers daughter! reader x farmhand! ellie

summary - ellies willpower gets tested

additional tags - shy/loser! ellie, promiscuous! but inexperienced reader, masturbation/wet dream mention, cowboy boot wearing els, eventual smut, sexual tension, mutual pinning blah blah blah

───── ☾•┈୨♡୧┈•☽ ─────

You stirred in your sleep, darkness still cast over the sky. You tossed and turned, trying to get a couple more hours of sleep in before the day started, but you couldn't- the aching in your tummy growing harder to ignore.

You push your hips further down into the pillow that sat between your thighs, grinding down on it. A soft whimper seeps through your lips, growing more desperate.

Imagines of Ellie that last time you saw her clouded your unaware mind, sweat gleamed her cheeks, slightly red from the sunburn, and how she ditched the button-up, leaving her in a white tank top stained with dirt and rust.

In your sleepy fog, you turn over on your tummy, holding the pillow in place beneath you. Your nightgown bunched up from your rustling, settling around your waist, leaving your white cotton panties exposed to the moon.

"Mm-fhm e-ellie." You whimper, drool pooling onto your floral pattern sheets beneath you.

You looked pathetic, humping your pillow, eyes still shut, and a cease between your eyebrows. It was lazy and sloppy, but it's not your fault since you were still technically sleeping, having a wet dream about your daddy's little helper.

It was deprived and sick. I mean, you've only just met her, and you've never even had sex before, so what's so special about some girl you barely knew?

Your head didn't know, but your body did. You craved her- in a fucked up sort of primal way, the same way animal instincts work during the spring, eager to find a mate and reproduce.

You felt empty, and only she could fix that.

-

The morning greeted you how it always did, sunshine flooding your window and the songs of birds ringing loudly outside.

You rub your eye with the back of your hand, looking around slightly confused. You don't remember what you did, the sheets in disarray more than usual, and the damp patch in your panties seemed to help you remember.

"Shit." You mumble, stumbling out of bed and tugging your panties down and over your legs. You dig through your drawer, pulling out a clean pair as your fathers voice called to you from the bottom of the stair.

"Y/n, I need to run into town, I'll be back in a few hours. Ellie's here in case anything happens."

Even though you were technically an adult- your father never liked to leave you home alone for too long- too scared of something happening to his precious daughter.

"Okay~" you yell back in a sing-songy tone- basically, it was your best attempt to sound like you weren't as panicked as you were.

You change your clothes, throwing on some denim shorts and a cropped baby tee since you were too tired for "first impressions" bullshit.

You make your way down the stairs, the soft pattering of your socks went unnoticed to the unaware Ellie who was standing in the living room, observing the collage of pictures that decorated the walls.

"Good morning, Ellie."

Your soft, slightly groggy voice made her turn around. Her eyes immediately take notice of the lack of a bra under your thin shirt and the strip of skin showing between the bottom hem of your top and the waistband of your shorts.

"M-mornin', doll." She clears her throat, looking back to the pictures to hide the fact she was absolutely falling apart in your presence.

You however, we're better at hiding it than she was. It was painfully obvious that Ellie was worked up about something, and you knew it was you.

You were kind of used to it- the admiration, that is, being in such a small town, the pickings were slim, and it just so happens that everyone in town agreed that you were by far the prettiest thing on this side of the Mississippi River.

"Have you eaten?" You asked, already passing under the archway into the kitchen and pouring yourself a cup of coffee.

"Uh- no, not yet."

Ellie follows your lead like a dog, making her way into the kitchen to sit in a barstool that over saw the kitchen, giving her a first row view of all your movements.

"Good- let me make you breakfast, I can make a mean pancake."

Ellie stutters to interfere, not wanting to bother you to do such a thing for her, but you insist- claiming she needed some meat on her bones.

You even poured her a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice since she refused the coffee.

Ellie's face was bright red upon seeing you all done up, "real housewife type," she thought. Your little apron hanging loosely around your neck, the strings wrapping around your waist, accentuating the curve of your hips just right, and how your hair danced over your back as you mixed the batter.

She could get used to this- seeing you every day and the little outfits you wore that made her head spin. She ached for you the same way you ached for her, but she'd never let herself give into her desires, not unless- you gave in first. 

"What did daddy need to go into town fr'?" You asked, placing the plate in front of Ellie before sitting down beside her on the empty barstool.

Ellie observes the plate, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the amount of food- a stack of pancakes, scrambled eggs, and not forgetting the bacon, of course.

She thought, for a second, you were trying to kill her or give her a heart attack at the very least.

"Uh- said something about needing some parts for the tractor-" She picks up the fork and knife and begins to cut into the food.

"Thank you, doll, you didn't have to do all this for me."

"Hush- don't you start, I did it because I wanted too." You smile at her, taking a bite of your pancake, licking the syrup clean off the fork.

Ellie almost choked on her own food. Surely, you were doing this on purpose; to make her life a living hell- or maybe, some sort of sex fantasy that only her dreams could muster.

She awkwardly laughs out of discomfort, directing her eyes to the food in front of her incase you actually do give her a heart attack with your little antics.

You two chatted while you ate- well, mostly you chatted- Ellie being too scared to make a sound to direct attention on her- just silently agreeing with whatever words came out of your mouth.

She watched you though- in between bites. You had her wrapped around your little finger, even if she didn't know it.

You had her exactly where you wanted her.

You knew she'd notice how your tongue wetted your lips or how the syrup started to drip down you chin.

"Oh.. you got a little- here." She dropped the silverware, her hand coming up to your face as she took her thumb and wiped the sticky substance away before putting it in her mouth, tasting the sweet molasses on her taste buds.

Your eyes linger on her lips, darkening with your growing insatiable hanger. Ellie's face immediately lit up in embarrassment, regretting the gesture altogether. She was painfully unaware of what she just did- just trying to help you is all.

"Sorry.., sorry- I dunno why I did that." She awkwardly chuckled, rubbing the nape of neck with her hand.

"Don't be sorry, els- I really appreciate havin' you around- don't know what I'd do without you." You found your voice to be; sickeningly sweet when Ellie was around, but you couldn't help it when you could tell how much of an effect it had on her.

You pat her thigh before dragging it away, making sure she can really feel your touch through her jeans as you grab both of the plates and take them to the sink.

Ellie swallowed the rest of her juice in one gulp, her mind at war if she should make an excuse that she had to leave because if she didn't? She didn't know what she might end up doing to you.

But it was already too late, you were quickly grabbing her hand and dragging her out of the kitchen.

"Come upstairs- wanna show you my room."

Ellie was fucked.

You open the door, holding your arm out as a soft "ta-da" leaves your lips. You fall into your bed, flipping onto your stomach with your ankles crossed, slightly swaying in the air.

Ellie hesitantly; takes a step into the room, still holding onto the door handle in case she needed an escape plan.

"Uh.. why are we up here?" She cracks a nervous smirk, looking around at the new environment.

"I wanted to show you my room-" you slightly pout, your hands tucking under your chin.

"Whaddya think?"

Ellie takes a second- looking around at the room and down to you, her eyes pausing at the curve of your back that dips into your ass.

Fuck- daisy duke shorts might be her kryptonite.

"It's- uh... it's very girly." Her hand leaves the handle as she takes a few more steps into the room, looking more closely at the pictures and paintings that decorated your walls.

"Do you not like it?" You pout some more, flipping onto your back with your knees propped up, making it even harder for Ellie as your cropped shirt rises more on your torso, dangerously close to exposing the undercurve of your breasts.

Ellie takes a seat at the edge of the bed, her head turning to look at your horizontal position over her shoulder.

"It suits you, doll."

Your hand comes up to play with the fabric of her sleeve. In Ellie's eyes- it seemed absentmindedly- like it didn't mean anything on your behalf, and she was getting worked up for nothing, but you knew exactly what you were doing- carefully calculating every little thing you did when Ellie was around.

"Why do you always call me that?" You softly chuckle, fixating your eyes on your hand that slipped to the exposed skin of her forearm- just lightly traces shapes over the faded ink.

Ellie tenses under your touch- her boxers tightening under her jeans.

"Because you look like one." She said barely above a whisper, her voice; coarse, and it dug into your chest.

Silence filled the space between you two besides the soft rustling of the trees outside your window. Your hand moves to her back as you drag your nails lightly across it.

You were testing her limits, wanting to see how much it would take until she finally gave in to what she's been wanting since the day she met you.

Her head turns away from you, letting it hang between her shoulders as she mumbles an inaudible fuck under her breath.

"You scare me."

Your eyebrows slightly scrunch at this, momentarily confused by the statement, but it was all an act. You were playing a game with Ellie- whether she knew it or not, and you were winning.

"Scare you? How?"

Her head comes up, looking back over her shoulder at you. Her eyes were piercing this time, darker than you remembered them being.

She leans down, getting dangerously close to your face- close enough you could feel her breath against your lips.

"You make me feel like-" she pauses, her voice firming under her clenched jaw.

"- like I can't control myself around you."

*sorry idk if I like how this turned out but oh wellll

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RANDOM LINES OF DIALOGUE PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

oh, great. more of your very eloquent bullshit.

i don't fear death. in fact, i yearn for it.

if it holds wine, it's a wine glass.

so... no guns. do you have an axe?

i'm not usually this direct, but... what is wrong with you?

this would have been much better with a gun.

i might be a bit too ambitious.

i think you'll see that the time was not wasted.

i can do it as well. i can do it for ages.

it doesn't hurt... well. it hurts a little bit now.

i'm fascinated by what happened in your fourteen minutes of absence.

no hard feelings. please look after yourself.

i am fundamentally incapable of showing off.

i'm just having a bit of a laugh with everyone.

that was so cringey and so uncomfortable.

i have no stitches. none!

momma didn't raise no fool.

i can borrow a dog whenever i want.

honestly? i don't know where to start.

i gave you culture... literature... water.

sometimes absence is more powerful than presence.

by the end of it, we were singing swedish drinking songs.

i think you were really reluctant to take accountability for that.

i just think you formed a bad relationship.

do you think it's fair?

what do you have for me now?

yours is... impressive.

we're all different.

don't you dare look away.

i didn't mind it, actually.

i'm just proud of myself.

i think it went in. it did go in.

i feel ashamed, mainly.

that's what i was going for.

i just want to acknowledge your technique.

it did escalate severely after five minutes.

none of us ever want to see this again.

we've reached the ten minute mark.

i don't think i know who i am.

there's a degree of style in the cowboy hat.

there are no fucking shoes!

you look like you've been kicked through a charity shop.

your phone's ringing.

haven't you ever seen one of those before?

they were sick and dangerous.

what does that say about whoever killed them?

this isn't half bad for college kids.

what the hell is this?

you might want to wear these.

have a safe night.

would you believe i'm single?

why do you always trail off like that?

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~ ARGUING LIKE AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE ~ DIALOGUE PROMPTS

requested by: various anons requests: heated argument lines between two spouses, a married couple having an argument

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"Oh, don't look at me like this! It's not working."

"It's always the same with you!"

"Don't sugarcoat it!"

"I don't even need to hear it!"

"I've had enough of your empty promises!"

"No, stop your sweet-talking!"

"I'm really sick of you right now."

"You're not for real?!"

"I've had enough of your bullshit!"

"No, not with me. I know you. It's not working on me."

"Don't try me!"

"Stop evading my questions!"

"But I know you can't be mad at me for long."

"But you aren't even listening!"

"I don't need to listen! Because it's always the same!"

"Ugh, you're getting on my nerves."

"Hey! I didn't mean it that way!"

"Wait! We're not done yet!"

"Don't blame it all on me, my dear! You're not completely innocent about that!"

"No, you're unreasonable!"

"I don't need your clever sayings!"

"Oh, so we're getting personal now?!"

"But you're not making any sense!"

"We're not getting anywhere."

"Have you ever considered how it's making me feel?"

"You're egoistic! There. I said it."

"Stop beating around the bush!"

"Oh, come on! Don't act like you care!"

"Let's not go about this again."

"I am at my wits' end with you."

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