I am a creature of tension and migraines >:(

date! 💕🍉🍉

I want a partner because I want someone to know me completely and love me anyway and I also want to know someone else completely and love THEM anyway but also I just kinda want someone who will massage my head for me when I get a migraine

WHUMPTOBER 2022 - DAY 28 - Headache

Azul watches out for his 'employees' :>

-NO ROMANCE INCLUDED-  

I had a clear vision with this one.

I did NOT need to spend that much time on this BUT DAMN IT IT’S FUNNY-

Context: Peppino was annoying the fuck outta’ him and it got so bad he wanted to take him home.

He was done with his bullshit- 💀

in "anecdotes that sound entirely made up," this evening i was at dress rehearsal for the show im in, the importance of being earnest. i was in the dressing room and one of the costume assistants fainted. i caught her and was asking her if she was alright, if she knew where she was, etc. the uh. unfortunate part is that i was asking her entirely in character, which includes a british accent. imagine if you will, fainting, and when you come to, a man dressed as a mid 19th century woman is asking you if youre alright in a british accent. i think i would faint again

@museqmeg comin to the rescue and making this banger for me

Bonus: Some quick phone backgrounds I threw together

RK800 - Connor

Because yeah, I'm back on dbh again

Original pencil sketch under the cut

oh my god !!!!

y’all omfg I’m actually being prescribed something for my chronic migraines and fibromyalgia pain/inflammation !!! and I’m just so fucking excited to finally have relief from those after suffering every day for all these years 😭😭😭

I’m so fucking thankful to have a doctor that actually listens to me and wants to genuinely help me feel better after so many just disregarded all my symptoms and dismissed me like, fuck !!! I love this woman for always having some idea of how to actually help me with anything I bring up to her instead of taking the easy route and just completely writing me off and saying I’m fine like all the others have 😭😭😭

Do you believe there are other dimensions out there? Different realities where different versions of yourselves exist?

M: Did this actually happen? I'm not supposed to have my glasses, right? F: Oh, who knows. Continuity's a bitch sometimes. Bonus:

[ID in Alt]

This Valentine's day sucked 😔🤘

SECRET SWEETH TOOTH: Sweets turned out to be one of Sisi’s favorite over-indulgences, and she was known to splurge on confections and pastries. She frequented Demel, the official patisserie of the Imperial Court, which was conveniently located across the street from the Hofburg. She would slip in and order thick hot chocolate, homemade truffles, and sumptuous slices of chocolate cake. She was especially fond of candied sugar violets, and always went home with a box. Her passion for violets was so great that she even indulged in her favorite treat, violet ice cream, when she wasn’t starving herself. THE FAIRY QUEEN: Sisi got the idea for her famous sparkling stars after attending a production of A Midsummer Night's Dream at Vienna's Burgtheater. The actress portraying Titania wore a sprinkling of glittering stars in her hair; inspired, Sisi then requested her own fairy stars from the imperial jeweler. She saw herself as the fairy queen Titania, and her bedroom (which she called "Titania's enchanted castle")  was painted at great expense with scenes from A Midsummer Night's Dream by a young Gustav Klimt. THE LOOK: Her beauty routine was legendary. She used facial waters of rose, chamomile, lavender, and violet to remove impurities, and she would slather her cheeks with pure honey, rose petals and crushed strawberries. After her Rapunzel-esque hair was done to her satisfaction, it would be sprayed with Creed’s Fantasia de Fleurs, a heady floral fragrance created especially for the Empress, with a regal bouquet of the best Bulgarian roses.

- Assorted sundries about Empress Sisi 💗

like to give me an ibuprofen, reblog to give me an ibuprofen

How about 35: "It's just a headache, I'm fine."

With Tim taking care of Kon after he overused his TTK?

A sliver of light falls across the floor from the hallway as the door starts to open. With the haze of pain fogging up his entire brain, it's barely enough warning for Kon to remember to croak out, "Don't."

Tim stops, hand falling away from the light switch. "Kon?"

Even the idea of lifting his head from the balled-up hoodie he's using as a pillow is agonizing, so Kon opts for the world's most pathetic peace sign. "Sup."

"What are you doing?" Tim slowly closes the door again, at least; the darkness is blessed relief from the stabbing pain behind Kon's eyes at even the faintest light. "Why are you on the floor?"

Kon squeezes his eyes shut, ignoring the way Tim is definitely scrutinizng him in the dimness. His brain is probably doing that BBC Sherlock thing, tagging and analyzing his pained body language, the way he keeps pushing his thumbs into the pressure points just below his eyebrows, the tension in his shoulders. Tim would hate it if he described it as a BBC Sherlock thing, of course; that's why Kon keeps doing it.

"It's just a headache." His voice is a little too breathy from pain to be dismissive, but he tries. "I'm fine."

"You could've gotten in the bed, at least." Tim sinks down next to him on the rug. "What caused it? Are you hurt?"

"Fuck, Rob, not so loud," Kon groans, rubbing his temples. "Ugh. S'nothing. Overdid the TTK holding all those skyscrapers up for so long this afternoon, that's all. And bed sounded too hot."

Tim is quiet for a moment. "You never told us that gives you migraines."

"Never seemed to matter." Another wave of agony throbs behind his eyes, lancing straight through the deepest parts of his skull, and Kon swallows down a whimper. "It, ugh, it happened way more when I was freshly hatched. Now s'not all that... frequent."

"You being in pain always matters to me," Tim says softly. He lets out a breath, quiet even in the silence of the room, and shifts his weight slightly; Kon can hear the rustle of his clothes. "...Can I get you something? Is there anything—you came to my room for a reason, right? What do you need me to do?"

There's an undercurrent of desperation in his voice, barely there, but readily apparent to anyone who knows him even half as well as Kon does. He hates being helpless, hates seeing anyone he loves in pain, hates not being able to fix it. Kon smiles wanly, opening his eyes to look up at him; it doesn't hurt, not too bad, since the room is so dark.

"I'm in your room 'cuz you have the best blackout curtains in the whole Tower," he says honestly; even in this state, he doesn't miss the way Tim's shoulders droop slightly. "But... if you could get me an ice pack—no, two—that would... that'd be pretty rad."

Tim's on his feet before Kon even finishes his request. "Yeah, of course, I have plenty—" and then he's off like a shot to the mini-fridge in the corner, pawing through the freezer in the dark like a raccoon. Kon hides a wince; his ears are too sensitive for even the slight crinkling and cracking of the ice, and nausea churns in his gut.

But then Tim's back, and in his hands are two blessedly cold packs, wrapped in cloth to make them easier to use.

"God, Rob, I could kiss you," Kon tells him, pressing one to the back of his neck. It's instant, if not total, relief, and he lets out a low moan as the agony spearing through his temples starts to ebb out into the chill. After a second, he presses the second one over his eyes. Fuck, that's so much better...

"Do you need anything else?" Tim asks, hesitating. "I can get you some tea, or a blanket—no, you said it's too hot, um—do you want a sleep mask? Or I can—"

Kon reaches up, grabs one of his hands, and hauls him back down to sit on the rug. It takes a mildly herculean amount of effort, but he lifts his head next, scoots over, and places it on Tim's thigh, so that he can tuck his face (and ice pack) into his stomach. "Shut up," he mumbles, "and just... stay."

If it's too cold, or uncomfortable, Tim makes no indication. He just lets out a soft, "Oh," and then, to Kon's delight, threads his fingers tenderly into his hair. "...Is this okay?"

If his touch was a little more direct, if his gentle caresses were any faster, it'd be too much. But as it is, it's helping, and if he stops anytime soon, Kon might cry.

"Better'n okay," he answers, and despite his migraine, he smiles slightly against Tim's shirt.

trying to explain to a doctor what's wrong with me like I close my eyes and see blinding street lamps. monsters have been chasing me for two weeks and I can feel where they've caught up. my stomach is a pit of roiling acid inside of me. it won't let me forget. I open my eyes and see the grey landlord carpet and can't keep myself from crying

Okay so face reveal under the cut!!!

Trigger warning: my face.

So this is me!!! *Plays Demi Lovato*

I’m gonna share some pics from yesterday with my lovely girls because it was a MONUMENTAL day for us after 4 years of uni, and I don’t think I would’ve made it this past year without them tbh.

Also they looked ravaging, I can’t help but share.

Don’t they look lovely? So smart.

We were so done with everyone you guys don’t understand.

So we went to a fancy restaurant and got shitfaced on wine.

And that’s it. I woke up at 19:00 today, had soup for the hangover and now I’m off to meet my friend’s gf.

Also I don’t know what I’ll do with my future but we’re fine.