went to cvs to pick up my antidepressant and the nice pharmacy cashier took the time (despite a gigantic line) to check with the pharmacist about my adhd meds. the pharmacist was able to fill both the original script and the alternate, and they suggested i get both in case i can't get a refill next month. so after almost a year, i finally have adhd meds again

I think Knight Killers should have more songs.

warnings: spider mentions bc writer is terrified and needs to write comfort. this is idol au, btw. (also readers in a polyamorous relationship with both chris and felix, just a heads up)

chris jolts awake when he feels you tugging at his sleeve, barely opening his eyes by the time you speak up.

“christheresahugespidercanyoupleasegogetridofit--”

it’s... a lot. it’s clear that you’re terrified (although his brain hasn’t deciphered what you said yet), and he sits up, reaching out to pull you in. on the other side of the bed, he can feel felix stir from his own slumber--and he hears him stifle a yawn. chris just focuses on you, though, “honey--”

you sniffle, fingers dinging into his arm as you hold him by the forearms, “please go get it before it moves--”

he doesn’t even have to decipher what you said anymore. he knows only one thing gets you this scared, and he gently pulls you in further until you’re actually sitting on the bed. “it’s okay,” he says, “i’ll go catch it. don’t worry,” he presses a kiss onto the crown of your head, getting out of bed. “i won’t come back until it’s gone, okay?”

you nod frantically, and chris mumbles felix’s name to rouse him further. felix turns over, gaze meeting chris’s--although he quickly nods toward you, redirecting the attention--and he understands. he kicks off the blankets, crawling over to you as chris takes his leave as designated-spider-getter.

“it’s okay,” he murmurs softly, drawing you in for a hug. “chris will get it.”

your breath hitches, and felix can feel as you start to cry. it’s a frustrating fear to have--felix knows, as does chris, because you’ve cried to them before about how you wish you could just be normal about those eight-legged little things--and you know that they’re far more afraid of you than you are of them. or, well, that’s what everyone tells you. you haven’t seen a spider have a breakdown because of you, but what do you know?

he holds you, gently tracing hearts on your back as he lets you cry your fears out. felix’s lips press against your softly, just for a second, before he pulls you in again. he draws your face into his shoulder, gently talking you through it. when he finally draws back, once your cries have stifled, he begins searching around.

“where’s bbokari...?” he mumbles. when he and chris are away, the plushies they gave you take their place (... alongside the others, sometimes, but you don’t tell them about that since you’ll never live it down). he moves, patting around until he hears chris come back. “hey,” he calls out, voice raspy with sleep, “do you see bbokari?”

chris stops for a moment with a “hm?” but looks over to your dresser where the group was last assembled. he reaches for the little chick, tossing him over to felix. he returns to bed soon enough after felix moves out of the way, gently guiding you back to the middle of the bed by the arm. he’s pushed bbokari into your arms, and already snuggled in next to you as chris pulls the blankets back over you all.

“it’s okay,” chris presses a kiss against your shoulder. “it’s gone. i took it outside. we’ll protect you, baby.” there’s a teasing lift to his voice, but you know he genuinely means it. 

“mmhm,” felix sounds, planting a soft kiss against your lips. “we’ve got you,” he promises. “alright?”

you snuggle in, both of your boyfriends cuddling in to keep you as safe as they can. it takes you a while to get back to sleep... but it helps to have your silly saviors nearby, always happy to catch and release the spiders and soothe you with as many kisses as it takes.

I love Jotaro btw

ITADORI YUUJI X FEM!READER

ᡣ𐭩 tags - teethrotting fluff that may make all your organs explode, reader is insecure, established relationship, some angst maybe??? idrk reader basically talking down on herself, COMFORT!!! itadori is a bit ooc i think?? ᡣ𐭩 word count - 1.03k ᡣ𐭩 author's note - yikes i kinda disappeared, but here's part 2!! @rribbons more itadori fluff if this counts!! im also working on a toge x reader, thank you so much for your kind words <3

ᡣ𐭩 part 1

“...I’m sorry. I keep ruining the mood, thank you for taking me out today. I had a lot of fun.” You smile, trying to hide any hints of your previous distress. Awkwardness hung in the air, causing you to fidget with your fingers. You cursed at yourself for creating this mood, but at the same time it wasn’t like Yuuji to be so quiet. 

He suddenly came to a halt, turning to face you. There was an unreadable expression that made up his face, as he furrowed his brows, catching you by surprise. “Why do you always say that?” 

You didn’t know how to respond, as you studied his face, trying to figure out what he was talking about. It scared you, how serious he was. Never in your entire relationship has he looked at you this way. 

“You’re always talking down on yourself, I’ve noticed it before too, but it’s just gotten worse over the months,” his voice is slightly breaking, looking at you with such desperation. “...and I feel so helpless and I don’t know how to stop you from feeling this way and-” he continues to ramble, a shine now evident in his eyes, an indication of the tears that were forming. 

You immediately felt your heart throb. This man was too good for you. You felt like bursting into tears as well, the sincerity laced in his words touching the depths of your heart. It was as though you were finally seen, everything you had tried to hide, tried to keep to yourself was now handled gently and with utmost care. Your eyes started to tingle, tears threatening to fall out. The lump in your throat made it hard to speak, as your voice croaked. 

“Let’s not talk here,” you manage to say, despite the strong splashes of emotions that were overflowing you at that moment. He nodded, a soft smile smoothening the creases of frustration as he slightly relaxed himself. He moved the pastry bag from one hand to another, bringing you close to him as he wrapped his free hand around your waist. The pregnant silence has returned, but this time, it wasn’t uncomfortable. The cool evening air lingered, sounds of the matched footsteps echoed in the lonely streets. 

 You pulled him into a tight embrace, one that spoke more than any words you would’ve been able utter at that moment. Silent tears slowly made its way down your face, dampening his shirt. His arms travelled up your back, trying to be as close to you as physically possible. 

“You’re too good for me. What did I ever do to deserve someone like you?” Your voice was raspy, muffled by the hug, but it held raw emotions. 

The soft warm lights that radiated off of the bedside lamps bounced off of both of your figures, as you gently let go, settling to rest your head on his shoulders. He wiped the tears off of your face, as you quietly sniffled. It felt like a weight was lifted off of you, the relief of being able to cry and sob out like that nourished and washed out the tightness in your chest. 

“I’m sorry for never telling you about how I felt… I never wanted to burden you with any of my problems.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look into his eyes, so your eyes were fixated on the blanket that Yuuji had wrapped you around. 

“Don’t apologize, and don’t ever think you could be a burden on me. I just want to help you. I want to be there for you, and I want you to share all your struggles so I can see you smile more often.” His voice was quiet and subtle, delicate in ways that could not be described. 

A pause has followed, as you finally gazed into his loving, warm eyes, ones that would always smile at you with such affection. You took a deep breath in, words finally flowing out of your mouth. 

“I’ve never seen myself as anything worthy of you. I’m nothing special. I don’t have any sort of talent, I’m not lively or popular, and I’ve always just… just been on the side. Not that it matters, anyway.” You let out a soft chuckle, laughing a bit at yourself. “I’m not even your type,  yet it’s like I’m always on the receiving end of your affection. I wish I could stop being so pathetic, to become someone worthy of your love.” You lightly dug your nails into your arms, a subtle form of self loathe.

He held you closer, bringing in a comforting warmth. “You just don’t see how amazing and naturally charming you are. You keep belittling yourself. You’re not realizing all of those parts of you that I see, that everyone else does. ” He slightly winces, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I love the way you’re always so considerate of others, observing and making sure people are comfortable with you. I love how passionate you are about your hobbies, how you don’t give up on perfecting your skills. I love how you’re always there for people even if you don’t know them very well, yet you don’t let others take advantage of you. I love how you are kind instead of simply being polite and saying things you don’t mean. I love how despite your occasional awkwardness, you’ll talk to people that seem lonely.” He went on, sincerity spoke through his tender touch. 

Your eyes gaze over his, the corners of them stinging with the heartfelt tears that were about to come out once again. 

He nudged you gently to lay down on your back, as he stayed on top of you, your legs in between his. He then cupped your face, placing soft, lasting kisses all over it. He knew that you were also self conscious about your body, something you’ve never dared say to anyone out loud. 

“You’re so, so beautiful.” He let out a shaky breath, intertwining his fingers with yours, an electrifying touch. “And who said you weren’t my type? That was before I met you. Everything you are right now, your body and soul, is all I ever want.” 

thank you 4 reading!! coping after reading some rlly bad angst hell yeah

Can we talk about the apology from fujitora at the end of dressrosa? Can we talk about how oda in one piece goes those in power need to apologize, need to prostrate themselves before the people they actively hurt and been involved in harming and apologize without expectation of forgiveness? That those who should be in power are those who should actually apologize? Should acknowledge that this harm should never have happened? That they should not have the face of the role of alleviating these people from their oppressors because they put them there in the first place, they allowed that to happen in the first place. While also at the same time acknowledging that the system is broken, to have someone within the system call out those in the system with higher power who let it happen, because they know that they won't listen to those who are oppressed??? To have people who are not those who are those oppressed be so justifiably angry with the system they are a part of call them out? Like to recognize the anger of the oppressed within those within the system, even possibly benefiting from the system that can actually make some change, if even small to fucking ACKNOWLEDGE what happened, instead of sweep it under the rug?? Like do you know how cathartic it is to see that as a minority? As an Indigenous individual whose government still refuses to acknowledge it's active continuing genocide on my people? On their blatant past genocide? To have those who are part of that system prostrate you before themselves? To acknowledge their wrongs ???

I was at a cute little poetry circle recently, and I read a poem of mine inspired by my favorite poem. "Batter My Heart, Transgender’d God" by Meg Day (I'll put that poem under the cut). Someone then turned to me and asked if my "Batter My Heart" was the inspiration for it. Apparently they're the one who introduced the poem to the person who introduced me to it

Batter My Heart, Transgender’d God by Meg Day:

Batter my heart, transgender’d god, for yours

is the only ear that hears: place fear in my heart

where faith has grown my senses dull & reassures

my blood that it will never spill. Show every part

to every stranger’s anger, surprise them with my drawers

full up of maps that lead to vacancies & chart

the distance from my pride, my core. Terror, do not depart

but nest in the hollows of my loins & keep me on all fours.

My knees, bring me to them; force my head to bow again.

Replay the murders of my kin until my mind’s made new;

let Adam’s bite obstruct my breath ’til I respire men

& press his rib against my throat until my lips turn blue.

You, O duo, O twin, whose likeness is kind: unwind my confidence

& noose it round your fist so I might know you in vivid impermanence.

Altar is finishing in about 3 pages and I am emotional about how many people embraced my little gay comic and my little gay hunter, thank you all!!!

after 5x comments of ‘you’re the youngest person here!’ in every vaccination centre, i finally got covid

the mwntal illness just will not quit lately but i will prevail i will create and spread the nodules of good i havw ag my fingertips

bf hcs for literally any group: reader buys them a teddy and they name it & sleep with it and everything! pls i love giving people teddies, it makes me so happy to see people looking after them!! :)

I IMMEDIATELT STARTED THUNKING OF HYUNJIN :(( sunni imagine getting into crotchet or smth right? and you kind of suck at it to be honest, but you gift hyunjin your first creation anyways. it was somewhat of a gag gift, after all it didn’t look much like anything other than a blob of brightly coloured green yarn with two uneven eyes. it was supposed to be a silly gag gift, one of those “oh this is u” moments but he actually LOVES it ??? like absolutely ADORES IT.. sends you selfies every single day with that misshapen lump in his arms, balanced on his shoulder like some ugly mutant pea but all of your insults go unheard. he refuses to give it back, even when your skills improve and you offer to make him another plushie or at least fix all the beginner mistakes but he refuses to let you near his pea. i wouldn’t put it past him to make an instagram account for it.

Have u watched Oshi no Ko? If so what do you think of it? Or more importantly... Did the MV IDOL by Yoasobi inspire you to make what if lipxlip or gen 3 idols have oshi no ko styles?

YES! I've been reading the manga before the anime even came out and I was soo stunned by the anime artstyle and animation. Even if I knew everything that was gonna happen it still hits hard.

As for the MV it's self I really teared up at the end (it hurts a manga reader) as expected of YOASOBI it's a banger song and it's going in my playlist while I draw.

👀👀👀 The mv DID inspire me to make something 👀👀👀 who knows what it is.

today has kind of really sucked but this afternoon my deputy principal told me she’d talked to the parent of one of my students and she couldn’t stop talking about how much her son loves being in my class and adores me and how much she appreciates how much I do for him and I’ve been holding onto that bc :)

i'm obsessed with my boobs which means i need someone to send out-of-the-shower titty selfies every day

so much love to the person who saw me and my friends fiancé hanging during his set last night, took a photo of us, and then gave us the polaroid to keep :')