Shion here. 27/F. Whump blog with a lot of feverish bois and OC writing (prompts and asks always appreciated!). Please note that I do not tag reblogs. Always up for RP! 18+ only.
God I was just saying on discord that I've been thinking of Fessor and allergies and then remembered I had this!
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Gabriel blinked his teary eyes as rubbing them caused too much irration. Sniffling hurt almost as much but his poor nose was runny increasingly due to the high pollen count today.
Everytime the wind blew, he could see the flowers blowing off the trees. Sighing, Gabriel pushed open the door to the shop off the main street. Even with his prescription allergy medicine, nothing was bringing relief, so he figured trying to find something over the counter wouldn't hurt.
Barely three steps inside his face slacked, bringing up his arm, he sneezed several times into it; each itchy sneeze, sending prickly pain through his sinuses.
"Dear me." He said softly, wiping his eyes again with his handkerchief. Looking at the small selection of medications, everything they had for sale he already had at home. So the trip wasn't a total loss, Gabriel picked up so cold compress for his eyes and a few other things.
Back at his flat, he found the strongest medicine he had, swallowing them with some water. After rinsing the compress, the professor lay on his couch, cool cloth covering his dry yet tearing eyes and waited for his Liam to call.
An exaughsted sickie being examined by the doctor for the chest cold that's absolutely killing them lately. The doctor listens to their symptoms, nodding at their complaints before conducting an exam. They start by holding the stethoscope to the sickies chest and ask them to draw in the deep breath slowly. The sickie inhales, the congestion crackling through their sinus down to their chest, and then exhales with a wheeze. Again, the doctor asks. The poor sickies lungs wheeze again with the force of trying to draw in air through the gunk that's clogging the passages. Again, the doctor says. They inhale shakily, the congestion apparent in the thickness of it and the wet, damp sound to their breathing. At the doctors command they attempt to exhale but their breath catches and they break into a fit of raspy coughs. They wheeze through the fit as the doctor sits back, breathing in wet pants that do nothing to move the congestion settling into their lungs. The doctor leaves them with a diagnosis of a nasty chest cold and warns them that without rest it will likely turn into something more serious.
A doctor who is running late opens the door to call in a patient. Nothing happens, except someone sneezes wretchedly. The doctor calls again, but nothing happens.
The doctor glances at the source of the sneeze, another patient sitting there in the waiting room with a crumpled tissue in their hands, about to sneeze again. They look horrible, red streaks reaching down from their wet, chapped nostrils, pale but a little flushed, probably temperature, bundled up, used tissues spilling from their pockets. They sneeze into the tissue, an awful, congested, scraping sound, and blow their nose with a loud, wet gurgle.
"Excuse me," the doctor asks, starting to sweat a little. "Was there another patient here?"
"Yeah," they say, and sniffle thickly. "I thigk they wed't idto the bathroob or sobethig."
"All right." The doctor hesitates. But he has to know. "Who are you expecting to see?"
"Dr. [doctor's name]", the wretched patient says, and buries their nose into fresh tissue for a long, bubbling, disgusting blow.
The doctor swallows. "Alright then! Just know I'm running a little late," he says with a fake smile.
"Alright," the patient says, sniffles loudly again. "I try to survive."
"P-please," the doctor says, slipping back into his office and closing the door.
Fucking fuck, just his luck! Is there any chance to avoid catching that fucking plague? And just prior to his holiday too! Call the reception and say he's suddenly lost his sight or something? Escape through the window? Hand in his notice? Fuck!
Meanwhile, he can hear through the door how the patient sneezing.
When it rains, it pours. My mom just told me she has the big C. And my best friend went to the psych ward. I can't even take a break and rest from my job coz I just have stress dreams about it. I don't want to just quit work, can I just quit life? Please.
Today sucked again, rant under the cut coz nobody has any reason to read this negativity but I feel like shouting into the void...
Another horrible day where the only reason I stay at my job is because I love my patients and I need health insurance. Another day where management does everything in their power to make it as hard as possible to actually take care of the underprivileged people we're supposed to serve. I work the job of 3 people and yet get voluntold to take new projects on while the people I clean up after daily just chill bc they management knows they don't even do their current jobs so they can't rely on them to take on more. I want to leave it all alone but I literally can't. I have to do it coz I care about the fucking patients and they know that and take advantage of it. I don't get paid more to translate every day. I don't get paid more even though I single handedly increased the capacity of this program sixfold. I turned down a transfer bc I was supposed to be promoted when my boss said he was gonna retire last summer. And then this winter. And yet he's still here and gets paid more even tho I do his whole job.
I wish I could quit. If my parents weren't alive I'd be so out of this country. I mean thank God they are but they're the only reason I stay in the US. I miss Peru. I miss when work was more fun bc I had two of my best friends here but one quit bc of harassment and one got (illegally) fired for reporting a sexual assault. I'm trying to enjoy my pregnancy but instead all I can think about is work. I want to travel, even take a babymoon, but I can't even do that coz I have no leave after work asked me to volunteer in another country for a month last year and then made me use all my own leave to actually carry out the obligation. (But ofc they still so proudly like to say someone from our work did this amazing project!) I'm so over everything and I know the program's gonna literally fall apart when I go on maternity leave and I can't even feel properly smug about it bc I care about the patients too damn much.
Today sucked again, rant under the cut coz nobody has any reason to read this negativity but I feel like shouting into the void...
Another horrible day where the only reason I stay at my job is because I love my patients and I need health insurance. Another day where management does everything in their power to make it as hard as possible to actually take care of the underprivileged people we're supposed to serve. I work the job of 3 people and yet get voluntold to take new projects on while the people I clean up after daily just chill bc they management knows they don't even do their current jobs so they can't rely on them to take on more. I want to leave it all alone but I literally can't. I have to do it coz I care about the fucking patients and they know that and take advantage of it. I don't get paid more to translate every day. I don't get paid more even though I single handedly increased the capacity of this program sixfold. I turned down a transfer bc I was supposed to be promoted when my boss said he was gonna retire last summer. And then this winter. And yet he's still here and gets paid more even tho I do his whole job.
I wish I could quit. If my parents weren't alive I'd be so out of this country. I mean thank God they are but they're the only reason I stay in the US. I miss Peru. I miss when work was more fun bc I had two of my best friends here but one quit bc of harassment and one got (illegally) fired for reporting a sexual assault. I'm trying to enjoy my pregnancy but instead all I can think about is work. I want to travel, even take a babymoon, but I can't even do that coz I have no leave after work asked me to volunteer in another country for a month last year and then made me use all my own leave to actually carry out the obligation. (But ofc they still so proudly like to say someone from our work did this amazing project!) I'm so over everything and I know the program's gonna literally fall apart when I go on maternity leave and I can't even feel properly smug about it bc I care about the patients too damn much.
I remember watching it weekly and being like: Is this gonna be fr gay? Or are they just gonna queer bait and do vibes and stuff? Is it a joke? And then it wasn't a fuckin joke and they got rings and kissed and AH. When ep 10 aired I was in absolute shambles, I truly was screaming.
In a way I really do feel like we've gone backwards since that time. In both the US and Japan. Obviously not in every aspect. But everything was very fresh and exciting back then. Like gay marriage became legal in my state and every damn couple I knew got married after decades together. It was beautiful.
Yuri on Ice was such a life changing anime, especially to have experienced in real time waiting for those episodes to drop every week. It was an open acknowledgment and love letter to queerness, to valuing and creating art, to loving yourself and loving those around you and itâs no surprise that it had such a large impact on those who watched it. Not to mention how stunning it was to be presented with an open letter to queer love during a time where same sex marriage and gender equality was still a very hot and controversial topic. Itâs, in its own way, nestled itself into history.
It may not be in the way we all expected or hoped, but see you next level.
I forgot that writing is very fun and that you're playing pretend. like all this shit and pressure about craftsmanship and art! NO!!!! you are a grown up playing with dolls! it is silly and you should have sooooo much fun pushing their heads together to make them smooch!!! or torturing them, which is what I did to my toys as a child, to the point where my mom thought I was going to grow up evil
Going back to try and finish my Ryo appendicitis fic and itâs just. Not working. Why do I hate it so much. Itâs so long and I already rewrote it once but it just sounds distant and robotic. Gah.
a character who doesn't know they're about to pass out becaue they've never done it before. rather than saying "I feel faint" or something, they say "I feel a little weird." they only sit because another character points out that they look pale and tells them to sit or lie down.
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