friend noticed my laptop background imagen, that says "the sun will rise and we will try again" and she goes "oh aren't you a romantic?" and i just laughed like "yeah yeah, of course, of course that's what this means, this is obviously not what kept me from committing suicide at 16 what are you talking about"
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to-do tomorrow (technically today):
troubleshoot external disc drive in advance of needing it on thursday
finalize vector conversion for that dunmeshi art so i can finally assemble all the templates for merch and start taking orders
fix the werewolf postcard template so those can also be ordered
put away the rest of the clean laundry if possible
study for pcap bc if i fuck that up I'm doomed lol
treat hand infection site at least 2 times, preferably 3 times
remember to make and eat meals other than breakfast
stop ignoring my stretch breaks and actually get up periodically to unfuck my bones a lil bit
give my eyes periodic breaks too since The Twitching is back
if you see a horrid beast (me) on tumblr, push it back in (to tasks i'm supposed to be doing)
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New Year, New Me!
For the past few months, ive wanted to change how my blog operates. Since I dump everything here, it is so cluttered I can't find anything, and when I do post, I worry about my origonal stuff being drowned out.
Ive decided that I want my general reblogs and fandom content to be separated. I want one fandom blog for writing, art, and asks. I want one personal blog for reblogs, memes, and my random thoughts.
Since my main (this blog) has 4000 followers, I decided to leave the choice up to you guys as to how i execute the split, since you are the people who will be impacted.
It should be noted that everything will be linked and easy to find and access!
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@worldly-diversity sent:ㅤ"Huh, still in one piece?" It's the first thing that comes to mind, and unfortunately immediately comes out of his mouth as well, upon seeing the other. After all, Byan had been pretty much MIA for a while now. He, by the way, is most certainly not going to admit that he missed the bastard. || Minjun
ㅤit's a mild reaction to them clambering through his window after dark, which is slightly disappointing, but they suppose it's better than him panicking and calling security. hauling the last of themself over the windowsill, byan tumbles to the floor shoulder first and uses the momentum to roll forward and get themself most of the way back to their feet. standing up fully in the next second, they brush a bit of dust from their jacket and lift their head to direct a crooked grin at minjun.
ㅤㅤ" more 'r less, "ㅤthey reply easily, picking up the conversation like this is all perfectly normal. which, for them, it kind of is. —seems like it's becoming that way for minjun, too. they should probably be thankful he's adapting to it so well.
ㅤㅤ" got a couple new cuts 'n bruises, but everything else is still intact. "ㅤmischievous glint in their eyes, they take a step closer and glance around the apartment. it's been a while since they've been here — been a while since they've seen minjun at all. a couple weeks, maybe? byan's sure he's been busy enough without them around, he probably hasn't even had the time to miss their oh-so-charming personality.
ㅤㅤ" had some shit goin' on. been layin' low for a bit. "ㅤexplanation comes regardless of whether he's missed them, all spoken with a casual shrug despite the implications of their words.ㅤ" nothin' too serious, but i figured it was still better t' not get you involved. —s'all taken care of now though, so i thought i'd come by and see if y'wanted to get into a little trouble. "
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@heygutlcss sent: for the meme riff's nicknames for johanna for her consideration are: jo, bright eyes, birdie, mrs. mcclellan, sweet girl (though this is a grazie nickname too), and pidge (short for pidgeon)
❝ i’m beginning to believe that you forget i have a full name. ❞ she can understand jo that’s just making her name shorter. no one ever called her that before. though, her brow raises at the rest. ❝ my eyes are green. they’re not all that bright. ❞ birdie, however, she can’t help but like. it’s silly and she is well aware of it. pidge too. she can’t help loving the names of birds. ❝ i am not all that sweet. you mustn’t flatter me like that. i’ll grow arrogant, mr. mcclellan. ❞
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My sister rang me today.
Ever since she was six, she's had pain in her legs, which turns into pain in her hips and back for stretches of time. She's tried for years to get a diagnosis, with absolutely no joy. As a kid they thought she had collapsed arches in her feet; then it became clear her feet were fine, but something was wrong with her tendons; and then in her 20s they just shrugged it off with a "We'll never know probably" and that was that. She keeps on top of it with daily yoga, generally, though flare ups happen periodically. If she has to pause the yoga for some reason, she fairly rapidly regresses. Currently she has plantar fascitis again, which has halted everything once more, so right now she's back into a pain slump.
Anyway, she called me today while going from Doctors to pharmacy to get the codeine they've prescribed her for it.
"I think one of my yoga moves to help the fascitis might have exacerbated the legs," she said. "Trouble is, there's never been a diagnosis. I just have to trial and error what might help."
... And I had one of those lightbulb moments, you know? My brain suddenly went "Wait hang on, this is very familiar isn't it?" and rang the bells of memory.
"Did they ever test you for fibromyalgia?" I said.
They had not. It's never been suggested, even. My sister said she'd look up the symptoms and see if it chimed, and rang off.
Fifteen minutes later, she calls back.
Turns out she got to the pharmacy and gave them the prescription. While waiting, she googled fibromyalgia symptoms and found the NHS website.
"It was like someone had written a profile of me," she tells me on the phone. "Like, spookily, scarily accurate to me, right down to the temperature regulation bit. It felt like a practical joke."
And of course, as she stood there in the pharmacy, suddenly staring at the age of forty at the apparent answer she's been trying to get since she was six years old, she burst into tears.
"Oh no!" Said the pharmacist, hurdling the counter in a single leap and scattering the queue (I am exaggerating for humorous affectation.) "Quickly! Come into our little exam room, we'll get you tissues and water!"
My sister was duly ensconced into a Safe Place, and encouraged to cry it out. It took several hiccuping minutes, but finally, she managed to calm down and get back to an Extremely Watery Smile.
"Do you want to talk about it?" the pharmacist asked sympathetically.
"It's just..." my sister said, overwhelmed and searching for words. "My whole life I've been in pain, and they've never found why..."
"Ah," said the pharmacist thoughtfully. "Have you explored fibromyalgia?"
...
"TWICE IN ONE DAY," my sister yells on the phone to me later. "HOW THE HELL HAVE TWO SEPARATE PEOPLE ON THE SAME DAY FINALLY GIVEN ME THE ANSWER, AND NEITHER OF YOU IS A DOCTOR"
Anyway she has a doctor's appointment for tomorrow to discuss it, so we'll see
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