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scourgethecat66 · 2 years

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tweek and craig:

a very, very thorough explanation because when i tell people about it they do not understand 💀 which is fine its kinda confusing-

tweek and craig, two characters from south park that used to have minimal importance to the actual show, soon turned into the biggest ship the whole south park has ever witnessed. possibly even overriding the amount of style (or stan x kyle). so, what do i need to explain?

oh god.

everything.

tweek tweak:

south park started in 1997 and continued to more add characters as the show went on. we soon met tweek, or tweek tweak, who arrived to the show in the episode “Gnomes” from season two. he had many other appearances. (especially season 3, with tweek vs craig) season 6 featured him most of the season when picked to be the replacement of kenny, who died of a muscular disease. (he soon came back in the last episode of that season)

tweek is the son of a coffee shop owner named Richard Tweak, who is married to Helen Tweak. he drinks coffee every second of the day, even replacing water with coffee. this coffee is revealed to be lined with meth, which he takes in everyday. tweek suffers of ADD, or Attention Deficit Disorder. he tends to twitch a lot.

he has blonde hair, a green-like shirt that has been buttoned improperly, blue or black pants, and black shoes.

craig tucker:

craig tucker arrived to south park in the episode “Mr. Hankey, The Christmas Poo,” or episode 9, season 1. he is known for sticking his middle finger up, even getting in trouble everyday due to his “middle finger” behavior. he is seen sitting in-front of Mr. Mackey’s office, the guidance counselor, in many episodes. he made many more appearances than tweek due to him always being the background or an extra character in stans, kyles, kennys, and cartmans problems.

craig tucker is the son of Thomas Tucker and Laura Tucker. he has a sister named Tricia Tucker. craigs family tend to flip each other off. craig has black hair, which is different from his parents and his sisters. this caused speculations that craig was adopted.

he has black hair, a blue hat with a yellow fluffy top, a blue coat, and black pants with black shoes.

now its onto the deep dive.

tweek x craig

ever since the show introduced these characters, there were always people shipping them. but, a really big ship used to craig x kenny, which soon started to die down as a new, canon ship started to erupt. tweek x craig. the two had many appearances, but were not necessarily seen close together accept in the background. you can see them standing together in many scenes. tweek is also a member of craigs gang, which holds four members in total: tolkien, craig, tweek, and clyde. (also adding timmy and jimmy, but since tweek usually hangs out with them, i made it four. BUT. that does not exclude them.)

tweek vs craig had tweek and craig fight. this episode occured in season 3 and started with kyle and cartman betting on which one of them was the biggest troublemaker in Mr. Alder’s class. this was the start of something new. as the show progressed, the creators of the show soon saw the small mass of tweek x craig art. they decided….

to make an episode.

tweek x craig, an official episode. this held the two boys going absolutely crazy about the Asian girls at school drawing them in the form of yaoi. (this is where i get interested, so buckle up.) craig and tweek both were concerned and didnt want this to happen, which caused them to fight.

then, coming up with a plan to stop all of this, they decide to be together—then break up. tweek says its too much pressure and craig says to him, “you’re capable of more than you think.” tweek agrees, and they get their plan in action. tweek ends up being horribly good at lying and basically makes craig feel like shit. so, craig walks home feeling sad. explanation on what i mean here, since some do not understand the importance of this scene:

craig cares that tweek ratted him out, even though it was all fake, there had to be a bigger reason that the show had it rain and his hat getting all soaked. craig was genuinely hurt, and it shows. this means he actually felt something towards tweek, making it hurt so much more than it should’ve.

time skip, tweek decides that he felt bad and wants to make it up to craig. he says that they should say they’re together again, but craig denies. he says that he doesnt want to be what everyone tells him to be. now- hold up- wait right there. he wants to be straight? so why is he with tweek? its fake right? tsk tsk tsk….no….he wants to be gay. he comes to term with what he really is. yeah they thought him saying that means he wanted to be straight, since everyone wanted him to be gay. BUT. NOOO. so, in the end, it shows them holding hands.

(more clarification, craigs dad didn’t necessarily accept craig being gay until cupid cartman shot him in the head with an arrow. this could be what he meant by “dont wanna be what they tellin me to be)

craig comes to terms with himself, and ends up with tweek.

so…why am i still talking about it? shouldnt i like shut up now? no. its time for the wattpad writers.

tweek x craig: what the butt

people have been picking tops and bottoms for so many years. this makes it so these characters lose their characteristics, or charms. tweek is seen as this fragile, small, and weak person. but—god no he’s not.

1: tweek kicks ass

taken from the episode, “South Park is Gay” from season 7 (season 7, episode 8) you can see here that they ganged up on kyle for not being “metrosexual,” tweek also joins in on the beating.

he really isnt all that innocent. he beat up someone for being different. he also handles a gun-

1. hes not afraid to hurt/blow something up (unsafely) or someone if it means saving his friends

2. no problem beating up kyle for being different

so when i read fanfictions, i can already tell that the writer will make tweek depend on craig, even though he is his own person. ever since tweek and craig became official, it has been apparent that people see tweek as the weak one who needs protection, but he can obviously protect himself.

2. craig also kicks ass

craig has always been fairly rude or sarcastic. he can definitely defend himself in situations, even bullying other kids in south park. but, when writing him, people always make him the prime protector. craig deserves to be protected too. we can see that tweek is protective of him like come on guys—

(especially in South Park: The Fractured But Whole)

together: wonder tweek and super craig

the south park game, South Park: The Fractured But Whole shows us exactly what im saying—there is no weak or strong in this relationship. after the patch up between the two, we can see that they are very overprotective of each other. when craig gets hit, tweek gets defensive and is like noo craigg how dare you hurt him. when tweek gets hurt craig is like ayo wtf thats my man. so we can obviously see the love between the two. especially because this game has their own dedicated storyline 😏.

1. both overprotective

2. both care

3. both get mad if one of them gets hit—

THERE IS NO WEAK OR STRONG.

concluding thoughts:

these two are the best couple in all of south park, prove me wrong. they obviously care for each other, and the tweek x craig episode was not a joke and not a lie, they genuinely love each other and are together.

do urself a favor and watch the episode tweek x craig 💀

ok mic drop 🎤

#south park ships #south park #south park creek #south park craig #south park craig tucker #craig tucker #south park tweek #south part tweek tweak #tweek tweak #south park spoilers #south park analysis #craig x tweek #tweek x craig #sp creek #analysis #explained

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twiiyamii · 1 year

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if u want, a little nugget of either of my pee pee poos? 👉👈

OF COURSE!! id love to!! honestly been wanting to draw your characters for a while now haha, here you go! special offer : both

sorry the coloring is messy i didnt make the pen smaller while drawing in the color pff

#my art #megaman #megaman oc #went off a little with these but i just really enjoy your characters a lot! characterization wise and design wise ^^

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finniestoncrane · 2 years

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more riddler/puppy content! more riddler/puppy content! more riddler/puppy content!

not me, a massive whore, dealing primarily in filth and smut, making an oc who is a puppy called doku owned by paul dano's riddler

i'm assuming this is in relation to this tiny ficlet i wrote

anyway i wrote some headcanons for you, someone draw this dog

doku has a list of nicknames, including but not limited to: dokie, suuuuuudoku, puzzle pup, riddle-bean, okie dokie, do-poo, lil buddy, sudoku nashton (when he's been bad), the littlest terror, vengeance

eddie started taking doku to work with him in his satchel because he didnt want to leave him alone in case doku thought he was being abandoned

nobody noticed, because nobody noticed eddie much at all, so he started buying some things for the office like a bed, some toys, a treat jar

he had doku's name tag personalised, doku on the front and eddie's riddler logo on the back

eddie now knows 73 different riddles specific to dogs

putting aside his research into the renewal fund and corruption for a bit, he now knows the top three dog foods, treat brands, toy companies, insurance companies, local vets...

everyone on the stream gets SUPER excited when they can hear doku in the background barking or growling or playing with his toys

chat blows up like "SHOW US THE PUPPY!!!" and eddie has to lift doku up to the screen like that scene in the lion king

doku has six dog beds in eddie's apartment plus free reign over the couch and armchair

but every night eddie brings him to bed with him and falls asleep with doku in his arms just listening to his little snores

always wakes up with doku above his head on the pillow (eddie moves around in his sleep a lot, nightmares, but they've been better since doku)

they go on a walk together every night once it gets dark and every morning before the sun is fully up

doku wont go down the alley eddie found him in and eddie doesnt make him

if eddie is ever stressed or has stayed up way too late, doku will tug at his trouser leg under the desk until he gets up and notices him, five minutes of throwing a ball and watching him trot after it with his little paws is enough to bring eddie back to earth

doku has his own emoji that gets abused during the streams, and eddie smiles behind his mask every time he sees the little flurry of doku's head pop up again and again

#i hope this is who i am now #finnie writes #riddler x reader #dano riddler #dano!riddler #riddler fanfic #riddler fanfiction #the riddler fanfic #the riddler fanfiction #riddler 2022 #edward nashton x reader #the batman 2022 #riddler imagine #the riddler imagine

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allfather-we-stan · 2 years

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A little life update "summer 22 with no solid poo"

for anyone who cares lol

as some of you may have seen from my other social medias and here, my health has gone to pretty downhill and I want to share my story and explain bc idk

And for not to scare anyone, no its im not deadly ill. Im prob gonna be just fine.

gross warning i talk about poop

So umm this all started at the end of may- start of june when i started having diarreah. no biggie, i get anxiety diarreah like once a week so i didnt think much of it at the time. Only took me like few more weeks for straight diarreah to realize that something may be wrong lol. So i joked about it and let it be. I call this summer "Summer 22 with no solid poo" and wanted to wait till august to go to doctor. Then i got covid. So i had to wait that out before going to the hospital.

And finally the day I got to go to the doctor and everything was fine, i was supposed to get blood work tested and maybe poop in a container and the doctor thought that it might be celiac-disease bc that runs in my family. But i got fever straight as i got home. I didn't feel so good. The fever continued for a couple of days and then we decided its time to go to ER.

We went there, got bloodwork done etc. Waited there like 6 hours and finallly at 9pm the doctor had time to see me and turns out my inflammatory values were super high and that theyd like me to stay at the hospital for a while. So i stayed at the hospital for 7 days.

In those 7 days they took so much bloodwork from me it was insane! (and fun fact, turns out my veins are shit and no one can find a good spot to draw blood or put an IV tube in). For a couple of days, no answers. They had no idea whats wrong with me. My fever rise and they gave me antibiotics and other meds. Went to the ultrasound and nothing. And then, they had to give me a observation aka "put a little camera up my ass".

But bc i live in a small city theres like one doctor who does that and his schedule was full. So I had long long days waiting for my appointment. And they got me on friday.

But before we get to the camera up my ass part. Hell was loose. They had to "clean" my bowels. And they told me, and I QOUTE "It's either 1: drink two cups of this cocktail that tastes like orange juice or 2: drink 3 litres of water". Obv i took the orange juice! It cant be that bad! WRONG! JESUS CHRIST I WAS WRONG.

As soon as i drank the bad tasting orange drink, i felt like throwing up. Then the pain came. Oh god the pain. It was like level 10 menstrual cramp kind of pain. I was literally crying and screaming bc it hurt so bad. Only thing that helped at the moment was to stay still but i couldnt do that bc i had to shit out the cocktail like every 5 minutes. Many times i thought to just shit my pants on the bed and not let that be my problem. I was in so much pain I was in panic mode. And the worst thing was, no one warned me. They didn't even mention that it might hurt with some people. I don't remember all bc panic lol but i remember this one bitch ass nurse going "Duh its gonna hurt it has big chemicals in it! Even gas can hurt inside bowels". I would have punched her if I wasnt shitting at the time. Then the nurses took their sweet time to get me painkillers and nausea meds. But I couldnt take those bc i felt like throwing up. And then I remember a doctor came. He was nice and explained to me that it hurts bc the orange juice made my bowels like spasm to clean it. I was like "lol thanks for warning me beforehand". Some time goes, they give me that yummy tranquilizer trough IV and I'm high asf. It still hurt but atleast i was high. Then came the cup number 2! I tried to drink it, immeadetly i threw it up like no way that stayed down. And again, panic bc idk what happens next. Do i need to do this all again? Is my bowel clean? Am i gonna be okay? And then i passed out and slept trough the night.

And at this point, on a serious point. WHY THE FUCK IS TELLING PATIENCE THAT THIS THING X IS GONNA HURT SO FUCKING TABOO??? Like i get it, you dont want to scare people but a little heads up would be better than nothing! I just wish someone had told me.

Okay, morning comes, its friday, camera about to go up my ass. they give me nice tranquilizer again, YUMMY. Im high again. they roll me to the operation room, and the nice nurses and a doctor explains whats gonna happen. ( I knew this was gonna hurt beforehand bc they gave me the tranquilizer and figures). At this point they tell me that going up my ass is the hardest part and hurts but after that its easier. Im like okay i can do this, im high and im a big boy! So there i was, laying on my side, doctor rips hole in my underwear to put the camera up my ass. And there it goes, felt weird. Then this stinging pain comes and i curse. Nice nurse lady notices and presses against my tummy and the pain gets easier. They tell me to take a deep breath everytime the pain eases. I do. I'm breathing so good baby you wouldnt believe ( still fucking high). And that thing happens over and over again for like, maybe 3-4 minutes but felt much longer. Sometimes the pain was larger but the nice nurse always pressed my tummy and i, kind of, farted the pain out? It's weird but you get it. Then i hear the words of heaven "We are there"! THE WORST IS BEHIND. I'm happy! I turn around, look at the screen where i can somehow see ( didnt have my glasses) the inside of my bowel part. And i said "ew" and turned my head back. I dont wanna see that. it was pink. Then the doctor spoke something doctorly that i didnt understand. They spend a minute inside my ass doing... doctor stuff and then they took the camera out. It didnt hurt just felt weird, like taking a weirdly shaped long shit. And then they were like "lol we done! We gonna take these samples to the lab asap!" And I was like "you took samples?". THEY TOOK PIECES OF THE INSIDE OF MY ASS WTF.

okay its done, im still high and after couple of hours, they let me go home. I'm happy. I'm feeling good. Life was good. Untill the next morning.

I felt bad again, I threw up at night and I had a mild fever. We call the ER to ask what we do. They tell me that i havent drank enough liquids. So for the next two days I drank so much water you wont believe but i still felt bad and had a fever. So off to ER again!

We went there, they were like lol again bloodwork. At this point im sure i have no blood left. Then we waited and waited and they take some more blood and wait again. Results come back. My inflammatory values were high again. They again want me to stay at the hospital overnight. Hospital booked full. I wait. And finally its time. They take me to a 2 person room, as a 3rd guy. Like it was so cramped and I didnt even have the emergency button. Everything is overwhelming. It smelled like shit. I cried. it was a horrible experience and i can go all night about how shit it was but ill skip it at this point.

So i spend like two nights at the hospital, and they finally have the results in about the pieces of my ass they took. they dont know what it is. THEY HAVE NO CLUE. But atleast they got me meds that work and i dont have a fever anymore. But its like 5 different meds. They make me nauseous and tired. So its not going that well now but atleast im in a good shape to be at home rn.

Im still waiting for more results and follow-up things at the hospital. I'll update as I get to those. Thanks for reading, feel free to ask any questions and stay healthy lmao.

#so yeah its been like 3 months and i forgot what it feels like to have poop thats not liquid #legomirage rant

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chicken-molayme · 2 years

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I don't usually post much of my writting-- I'm not particularly a writer. Im an artist, i draw lol.

But i liked how i wrote this reply to a roleplay, and thus I'm going to share it. Dont mind if the grammar is poo.

This is an excerpt from an Edelgard x Yandere!Hubert roleplay, so if you do not like such themes, you dont have to read!

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The before summary:

Hubert has been making many remarks to ferdinand that he did not want him anywhere near edelgard. Hubert threatened to hurt or even kill ferdinand if he so much as gave a flirtatious look at her. Edelgard told hubert to apologize to ferdinand later that night when she learned of what hubert was going to do. Ferdinand explained to edelgard that even though his life may be at danger, he had to bring edelgard to a place privately to tell her the things hubert said. When he realized hubert overheard them, he asked edelgard to walk him back to his room. When they got to the room edelgard tricked a lurking hubert into showing himself. She made hubert apologize but he refused to apologize without some kind of violence. The two boys agreed if hubert just punched Ferdinand to let his frustration out that he will accept the apology. Not thinking hubert was very physically strong, Ferdie let this happen. Unlike his thoughts, hubert was very strong. He punched ferdinand in the head, making him fall to the ground. Just to add insult to injury, he also kicked ferdinand in the gut as hard as he could. Of course, edelgard wasn't taking ANY of that shit. After she brought ferdinand to Manuela, she dragged hubert to his room and slammed the door shut, leaving him alone in his room. This is where the excerpt starts.

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Hubert widened his eyes a bit. He didnt really process what had just happened, but his senses tingled and he knew he did something wrong. He could sense edelgard crying even from in his room. Oddly enough, he knew had he pissed her off at somepoint, that door is locked. Not his, but hers.

He sat on his bed. It was killing him not being next to her. It pulled at his heartstrings. He NEEDED to be next to her.

The emptiness of the room consumed him. As he sat there on his bed, elbows to knees, the dark room ambiance filled his head. He could recall hearing edelgard's concerned voice and the slamming of the door. It played constantly in his mind, reminding him of what he may have done wrong. No, of what he did right. He knew he was in his place to attack ferdinand. He had only a few simple rules and he had broken them. From speaking in private to leading Edelgard to his room. Had he not interviened, who knows what else could have happened? He was so glad that they just so happened to cross his path. Edelgard should be glad to have such a retainer as him. He truely could not understand what had gone wrong. Perhaps it was that he showed a bit of his true nature?

Mayhaps Edelgard did not like what Hubert's true intentions were. He cannot shelter Edelgard from the world, and he understands that. Hubert, perhaps, should give her space. But he couldn't, he wouldn't! He knows its best and yet he cannot give her even the simpilist of necessities! This only pained him more.

#edelgard x hubert #hubert von vestra #edelgard von hresvelg #fe3h #tw yandere #tw death mention #fire emblem

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thelooniemoonie · 2 years

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I ONLY NOW REALIZED I HAVENT CHANGED MY BLOG HEADER/TITLE SINCE UNUS ANNUS ENDED

LAST YEAR

#the moon speaks #i'll probably change the title after the anniversary as a rite of honor #plus all of my titles are random bullshit anyway lol #not sure what to make the header pic tho. probably my new spamton drawing i'll post tomorrow #dont get me wrong i love darky poo but i dont love tumblr randomly glitching and SOMEHOW ignoring my crop specifications #and yknow. actually displaying the gore in the pic i purposefully didnt want to show unfiltered

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apple-cores · 7 years

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hw sketches and concepts for my buggy characters Vincent and Maggie!

Vincent is a newly-adult-ed dragonfly who wants to go fast... Maggie eats shit and regularly participates in dangerous adventures for fun. has memory and wing issues from slamming her head into stuff even with her helmet. they're best buds (FAST AND DANGER (RESPECTIVELY))

they're visiting a bug city in an abandoned shack full of boxes and jars turned storefronts, residences and other places! they're likely visiting a specific restaurant (run by Arnold) that exchanges bodies for supplies, and then prepares the bodies for supply-paying predators who cant or don’t want to hunt their food. at least for a fancy night-out.

Vincent isn't comfortable eating anything with a face, and Maggie's standards and findings aren’t very Fresh, so this is one of the better options for him.

u can find more reeeeaaaallllly old pics of them and other bugs here

#Character Design #insect #bug #glow #anthro #bug anthro #dragonfly #bug story #vincent #maggie #art only tag #man these guys and story have been stagnant for so long so fuckin feels good man #also i didnt wanna draw feces so i drew poo from earthbound instead

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riverberumen · 4 years

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When did you start believing in yourself as an artist/creative? It seems like you just have a lot of faith in your ability

idk i cant think of a moment i guess it was more like i realized i’m a person that creates a lot whether its good or not. maybe after high school when i knew i didnt wanna go to college and work bc id have less time to create. and when i started posting on here and got a lot of notes i was surprised ppl liked my drawings. sometimes i feel like im total poo but mostly i like what i make

#thank you for the question!

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graciouslypure · 4 years

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I was texting my girlfriend on breast pumps, when a sudden surge of emotions swept me.

It was past 3am when my baby was placed beside my bed. The ambience in the ward was serene, I was still numb due to anaesthetics, too exhausted of the 12 hours drama of bringing a little khalifah into the world. Both of us slept through Subuh.

After few hours of sleep, I could finally feel my body. I got up slowly, reached for my precious baby, and he started crying. Miraculously, Allah granted me strength to attend to him for the first time. He cried so loud that the nurse came and assisted me. "Susukan dia, puan."

That's when it all started.

I did not know how to properly cuddle him, awkwardly lifted him and placed him to my chest. He couldnt latch, and after few attempts, not even a drop of milk came out. I started panicking. All nurses that came near my bed that morning helped me to breastfeed and alas, when my nipple cracked blood, my baby had a taste of colustrum. The pain was so intense, but the pain of hearing and watching my baby in hunger was much much much more.

So the nurses just assisted the baby to latch and let him there for a while. Then he was quiet. I didnt know if he got any milk or not, but he seems comfy. Then, his first poo. It was the hardest thing. The nurse came again to guide me. It was so new to me. Having taken care of four siblings when I was little, it didnt occur to me this would be so awkward and daunting. "Puan pegang betul-betul anak puan." Maybe stressed seeing me handling my baby, she changed the diaper and swaddle him. Yes. I didnt even know how to do that.

At this point, I started feeling stressed out. I called my husband but to no avail. Ibu called informing my husband just woke up after reaching home at 4am after the procedure. "Tapi dia kata nak datang pagi..." Ibu comforted me, "Sekejap, dia penat sangat tu dah macam zombi, ibu bagi makan sekejap lepas tu terus pergi hospital." When he came, I cried and cried and cried and scolded him for coming late.

I was like a child, asking the teacher on how to draw a ball. I kept asking all the nurses who came on the techniques of breastfeeding, even my mom and aunties had to teach me. Its normal not to have a flow of milk at first, but my baby, is one hungry baby. Maybe because of the stress, I couldnt produce well. His cries didnt help either. So that evening I asked my sister to bring formula milk. And of course it was against the hospital rule. With a syringe, I fed my baby. Relieved I was.

On the next nurse round, "mulut baby macam dapat susu dari syringe je ni," aku senyap. Dalam hati, "ye, saya beri susu formula," That night, condition worsens. No milk, I had to beg the nurse to feed him. So for two midnights, my baby was fed. Other than that, zero. Nada.

I was at the hospital for five days for them to monitor me after the operation. One night, the baby just could not stop crying. The other mothers in the ward were with their babies sleeping peacefully, so they were outraged by the screams and continuous cries from mine. That was my limit. I almost went cuckoo. I begged and begged the nurses to take my baby. The nurse for that round pitied me, took the baby from me and there I was: my peaceful 30 minutes. On third night, I was exhausted. Really really tired. I even asked: " boleh tak lari dari hospital?" "Puan masuk ada prosedur, keluar pon ada prosedur." I cant take it anymore. When the specialist told me my wound was healing well, I was over the moon. Means I could go home. Unfortunately, due to no breast milk, my baby was down with jaundice. That spared us another two long nights at the ward. It was horrible!

I had many supportive visitors, but all they saw were haggard new mother and chapped lips baby out of thirst and hunger. I was embarassed. I was mad at my self, for not being able to function, mad at the baby, for crying non stop, mad at the rules for not allowing formulae milk in the ward, my heart was filled with anger and madness instead of gratitude and thankfulness. It was disastrous.

Finally when I got home, I suffered mild postnatal depression but from the support from family and friends, I survived. My milk slowly came after massage, the conducive homey environment and ibu's confinement foods helped stress to fade, baby's jaundice went off. Slowly joy started creeping in, all the madness went away and I am one grateful mama.

Alhamdulillah.

Note: Still traumatized by the experience, I took extra effort this time round to be more prepared. Looking back, I would still cry on this particular experience. Allah please.help.me.

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theropoda · 4 years

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1, 3, 6, 8, 19 (I'm Gryffindor :3c), 22, 26, 29 Sorry that's a lot but I'm curious sjfhsh

HEY SORRY it took so fuckin long to reply, im really eager to answer but im also tired as fuck ugh….also dw about sending too many !! thank you for that actually!! again, putting under a readmore

1:if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to? answered already!

3: list your fandoms and one character from each that you identify with. askin for my kin list huh….real sneaky of you…. honestly i have so many damn fandoms and so many damn characters in each, this is hard, but off the top off my head, narancia from jojo (we both didnt get a proper education and suck at maths...brothers in arms) the batter from OFF,, uhh god i honestly forgot what other fuckin fandoms im in,,,, OH um. that khajiit from the elder scrolls oblivion in the shivering isles who you have to kill but he just likes dogs :( and?? hmmm. james sunderland from silent hill? i didnt kill my spouse but we (handshake emoji) guilt shame and regret, also heather from, again, silent hill, and uhhmm.... thats all i can think of rn Fuck

6: are you religious/spiritual? kind of complicated answer but basically yeah, even though i don’t really connect with the religion i was raised as…? i’m not sure. i was raised as a muslim but never felt like one because i know like, nothing about the religion, so i’m not sure i consider myself one. i am trying to learn more about islam though but. Boy it’s not easy. but i am determined to learn as much as possible! but yeah i do believe in god

8: what musical artists have you most felt connected to over your lifetime? “lifetime” i assume this means artists ive listened to for a loooong time.... my answer would be AJJ, i don’t know when i started listening to them but it’s been a while now....three years? that’s the longest i’ve listened to one particular artist. but other than just period of time i’ve also felt connected to them for a long time. as i mentioned earlier they’ve been a big help for me when i was going through tough times. i’ve also listened to alias conrad coldwood ever since i played off which was like WAY back in 2014 or 2015, i don’t think i’ve ever found any other artist like him, and both his soundtrack for OFF and the thing’s he’s done outside of that are amazing and when i listen to his stuff i feel like this music was just. MADE for me, i was made for this music, like it’s a key and im a keyhole. i absolutely love crying girls especially it’s just fucking amazing and there’s not a SINGLE track on there i dont like holy FUCK i love that sound im gonna stop before this turns into an essay on why i love it but . ITs. Good.,

19: which Harry Potter house would you be in? or are you a muggle? i don’t know much about harry potter, all i know is that slytherin is the Evil One so i’m going to assume that. but honestly i’d be a muggle (i hope im not using the word wrong, it means non-wizard right??)

22: list the top five things you spend the most time doing, in order. umm...hm..

1. being on discord (if anyone is online lmao, thanks timezones)

2. browsing thru tumblr/twitter

3. listening to music

4. taking a nap :)

5. drawing

26: how would you describe your gender/sexuality? ah easy! my gender is pee pee poo poo poo pee.... hm but for real it’s kinda complicated, been thinking maybe i’m genderfluid because my gender doesn’t seem to be constant. sometimes i’m more feminine, othertimes more masculine, sometimes both sometimes none, it changes...as for sexuality, god i don’t know lol it’s complicated...i think i fall for people regardless of gender? so maybe pan? because i’ve never felt gender to be a barrier to who i fall for, so long as they’re a wonderful person with a good heart my own heart will shit the bed...it’s all very (thinking emoji) but i’m figuring it out!!

29: three songs that you connect with right now. i’ve did this already but i’ll do it again cause it’s fun!! stagnation by genesis, walk through the fire by peter gabriel, and running on a treadmill by oingo boingo!!

#bimboromantic #asks #SORRY EV THIS TOOK SO LONG BUT HERE ..ITS HERE

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jesslcover · 5 years

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H.E.A.L.T.H. What is it?

For many years, ive been trying to get all these beautiful inspiring stories out of my head and out into the public. I believe that I have a message and maybe my delivery is off but its there.... There is no right or wrong way to deliver a message because it truly comes down to the perception of the receiver, not you that creates the problem. If you have a message to share with the world.. share it, and if the world isn't ready, thats there issue, not yours. So here’s mine.... well a small piece of it...

Have you ever thought about what the true definition of health is? Is the worlds definition of health congruent with your own definition? How did you come to your own way of health or do you follow others and envision yourself as them maybe when you were completely out of balance with yourself. Or did you do research on ways to quick fix your health Hit?

There are so many ways we can view health and in each one of us, its different. Take a smoker of 30 years..... If you or someone you know has smoked for a very long time and are thinking about quitting, you know its gonna be stressful. Even if you are 100% committed to giving up the filthy habit and saying good rides, the body and mind are going to, at some point be in stress overload. The nasty chemical of nicotine has adapted inside your body and your cells feed off of them but then ll of a sudden, you are suffocating the fuel for which stimulated the craving when they were on empty... So your brain thinks, “feed me nicotine, feed me oral fixation.”

No patch, gum or physical ailment has ever been the true reason some someone killing the habit. The real healing and transformation comes from the energetic balance between what our mind is telling our body, and what forces surround us in our environment the controls our cravings within our body.

For 12 years, I smoked very heavy cigarettes. Not the Light to Ultra light brands but the stuff the big boys, construction workers, mechanics, Beer Bellied red necks, used to smoke. My mom allowed me to smoke as many cigarettes as I wanted, just as long as I only smoked cigarettes and nothing else.

In June 1999, after a car accident nearly caused my death, I was awaked into a new light and mindset. Still smoking cigarettes, going to church and attending local exercise classes, my perception to things was different.

After 4.3 drooling months of battling a disconnect of me headspace and my Mind Body Spirit connection being in OFF mode, I was turn on with more voltage and internal power than ever before.

In October 1999, 2.5 weeks after I was forced to drop out of high school, I was blown away that something so big, and active was living inside of my head. I asked myself, how could this tumor, be so unkind to just appear out of the blue and say, “That’s it Lady, POWER OFF.”

I was a senior in High School, passionate about hospitality, working for Marriott hotels 23-28 hours a week in front office operations and selling shoes at Nine West 13-17 hours/week M-F. Marriot was a Fri-Sat-Sunday job with Holidays for the additional overtime. After my accident, I lost my job at the shoe store however Marriott loved my positive energy and life force I expelled to guests while they checked in, even when I couldn't see over the front Desk front sitting in a chair from Pain. Although I felt much loved at this hotel, I would soon be discharged from here as well.

October 24th, 1999, after my first attempt to get my GED, the equivalent to a High School Diploma, I failed. I felt horrible with my life. I had no job because of my disability, I quit high school and barely saw my friends, no driver license because they were taking from me by the State of Ohio for safety of other drivers and I was smoking 2-3 packs of cigarettes a day. How was I able to come out of this mess and go from SURVIVING to THRIVING? It certainly wasnt some Miracle pill or Reconstructive Surgery that changed me from the outside to inspire my inside...... It came from within me! How I looked at the physical things around me, how I gave thanks to everything, even a bird dropping its poo poo on my head while trying to sunbathe next to my neighbors pool, or having a check for $3.84 bounce over a pack of cigarettes. What taught me the greatest life comeback in these scenarios.

It was a wet and muggy Wednesday morning in October, the 27th to be exact, when my mom dreaded waking at 745am to take me to get a second opinion from a doctor at the Cleveland Clinic office near my small hometown. She had finished work at 1130pm the previous night to only arrive home around 1215am from the heavy rain that evening. My first appointment was at 830am.

There were actually several appointments scheduled that day however my mom had to be at work by 1pm and wasnt able to take me to all of my appointments. After the first appointment, we decided to skip the potential MRI and take me to grandma’s house.

For the next 9 months, until June, the summer of 2000, I stayed with grandma. It was a much happier place to be. Grandma had 3 fun loving dogs, a pool with a beautiful wooden deck big enough for 5-7 lawn chairs, and my aunt Kathy living within walking distance. Kathy smoked and she was more like a smoking buddy. I was able to make some money mowing yards for the neighbors and helping grandma with the house and her dogs. In June, I got my driver license back and went on a mission to find a job that would give me independence away from everyone! It was the greatest stepping stone into womanhood I could've ever taken.

After attempting to retrieve my job with Marriott and being unsuccessful, an amusement park on the lake outside of cleveland contacted me for a summer job at one of their hotels in the park. Cedar Point is the PRIME ROLLERCOASTER park in the USA. Without hesitation, I took the job and moved 2.5 hours away in a cabin villa with 2 other girls, for the summer.

Cutting to the chase... at the end of the summer, I felt like i was ready to go back to school and try my HSD again. It didnt take long to see that, this wasnt supposed to be the option for me.

August 2000, just days before school was to begin, mom and I, her friend Cheryl and our long time neighbor were shopping for school supplies at our local Staples Store. Cheryl had MS and I took care of her also. Without her with us, my mom would've been in the Emergency room.

As we were walking out of the store, I started to dauntingly walk a different direction than my mom and Cheryl. Completely disconnect from the world, my mom said she continued to yell at me but I didn't listen. Was I not listening or did I not hear her?

In the moment when my mom gently grabbed my right shoulder to bring me toward our truck, I physically attacked her, bruised her face and she fell on the ground. Immediately she got back up and “started calling me names”, Cheryl said. Before we got to the truck, I came out of this brain freeze and began to ask my mom “Oh My God, what happened to you?”

You can imagine my mom’s confusion, frustration and contemplation as to why I seemed to disillusioned to the event. This object in my brain was moving again and this time caused a disconnect that changed my life traumatically, with myself and my mother.

A week before my Mom’s birthday, September 4, school had only jut begun and I was doing good until the long 3 days weekend for Labor Day. Labor day is the 1st Monday in September and my mom’s birthday happened to fall on that day however our doctors office was closed.

The very next day, with a luck of the draw, Dr Angerman, who I saw the previous years, had a slot open at 9am which my mom booked me without question. The findings were what had been daunting me for more than 15 months.

Ganglioglioma is low-grade tumor of mixed cell type. It is a type of brain tumor that contains properties of both glial cells (responsible for providing the structural support of the central nervous system) and neuronal cells (the functioning component of the central nervous system). It is very rare!! Being rare was one thing but with the location being life threatening inoperable, my mom burst into tears with fears of what to do with me.

My Ganglioglioma treatments included: Neurosurgery – to remove as much of the tumor as safely possible; surgery is often limited due to the deep, central placement of these tumors within the brain Chemotherapy – either before surgery to shrink the tumor or to kill cancer cells

Radiation therapy – precisely targeted treatment to control local growth of tumors; not recommended unless the child’s tumor has re-grown due to potential long-term side effects of therapy.

Cleveland Clinic has some of the most highly acclaimed doctors and surgeons in the world. They are one of the best trusted hospital resources for Neurological, Cardiac and Pulmonary operations. With a higher success rate than any other hospital affiliation on the entire planet, Dr Angerman relaxed my mom and assured her that I was in heaven’s hands. On March 12th, 2001, I became a successful survivor of this rare scare of a brain tumor however the end wasn’t close yet.

After 3 days, I was released from Cleveland Clinic Neurosurgery in Cleveland, Ohio, with 100% full confidence by Neurosurgeon Dr. Morris, that I would recover with no problems. March 16th, while at my grandmothers house, I had a stroke. I was paralyzed on the entire left side of my body for 6 weeks until April 29th 2001......

Dr Morris did an amazing job at my surgery and was the first person and step that gave me internal hope that led to my wellness path to what I call HEALTH however, it was the energy practices of Yoga& Pranayama, which no one in my red neck town had ever heard of), Mindfulness, Chiropractic, proper nutrition and guided imagery that allowed me to transform my mind, come back in tune with my body and provide positive feedback that would change my life, inside and out, forever.

It’s now 18.5 years later, Aug 2019, and my passion for helping people, inspiring wellness and Mind Body Medicine to everyone I meet, especially as a career, gains excitement everyday! My true meaning of HEALTH is Holistic Enhancements Aspiring Longevity Tranquility & Happiness. Because true health starts with me, not with money, a beautiful BMW, fancy vacations or diamonds... It starts at the HEART... tap deep within and you will win.... no matter what you are going through!

When we live life in a state of our own positive definition of HEALTH, whatever it may be, we are creating an art that is unique to us and us only, but its from the heart. Learn to BREATHE... and used the same formula components(letters) to BE HEART!

Sorry for any typos...

Namaste, Good Night friends.

#health #wellness #mindbodyconnection #thepowerofhealing #overcomingobstacles #lifechangingmoments #energymedicine #yogainspiration #iloveyoga #breathe #beaninspiration #survivingtothriving #cleveland clinic

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punk-aziraphale · 5 years

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A random fact about me:

One time at Goodwill I saw a HUGE mug (I'm talking like 16+ fluid ounces) that said "coffee helps me poop" on it with a badly done drawing of a poo. The mug was being sold for a dollar and every day I regret that i didnt buy it.

#idk i feel like this is a really good insight into who i am as a person?

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lilkittay · 3 years

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Experimental dirt tank.

2.5 gallon rimless

bottom sprinkled with a light layer of "plant-tone organic tomato" stinks like chicken poo, contains some extra cal+mag and a thin layer of plain black sand

1" jiffy brand "organic" seed starting/potting mix (mostly peat with some coir i guess?)

thin layer of seachem black sand

sprinkling of bacter ae (probiotic shrimp food) for shits and giggles

inch or two of fluval stratum

a good half inch of seachem black sand (it is a clay based "sand")

capped with 1/4"-1/2" plain black gravel

plants: 2 amazon sword compacta

filter: an old nano filter i found buried in storage i thought i threw away. glad i didnt.

filter media: zeo-carb (meant to draw out inevitable nutrient leeching

water changes will be frequent

floaters will be added to control light, algae, and nutrients.

lighting is a single 1600 lumen or so 5000k or so (so many bulb brands vary a little so whatevs) "daylight" LED mounted in a clamp light, which is starting a 30 on 60 off cycle that repeats for half the day and is fully off at night

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the objective is to see how this layer setup fares. it should provide ideal conditions for amazon swords

once the swords outgrow the tank (should be fast once they establish) the experiment will be dismantled and the plants moved to a larger home. probably the same dirted setup if it works well

this is the filter

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yar-kioti · 7 years

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It's your SENIOR year of high school! The longer ago it was, the more fun the answers will be!

Class of 2003 1. Did you know your spouse? i don’t have a spouse. but given the pool of folks that i still communicate with from high school i’d say there is pretty much 0% chance that i knew my spouse in high school. that’s not to be derogatory to this pool of people at all, just to say i’m pretty sure none of them will ever be my spouse haha. 2. Did you carpool? Yup, cause out school didn’t have its own bus routes. we lived outside the vicinity to grab a bus.

3. What kind of car did u have? a bright yellow ‘73 volkswagen super beetle, haha

4. It's Friday night where did you go? most likely and most to my liking i was spending friday night alone in my bedroom, tinkering with old computers or drawing or writing and listening to music. maybe playing video games. 5. What kind of job did you have? i had a summer job at a pool snack bar, haha. i also did a ot of mural painting back then. i remember painting winnie the poo scenes on many walls for people’s kids. 6. Were you a party animal? no. well, maybe in my own way. i did go to anime cons after all.

7. Were you considered popular? hahahaha, uh. no? maybe in some weird cryptic way. but our school was different and i don’t know if there really was one single popular clique. there were many groups of friends and people were cool to each other. i was bulled by some people whom i considered to be friends, which sucks. but whatever. 8. Were you in band/choir? there wasn’t a band at my high school, and i dont think there was choir either. there was a voice training department but i was not part of that. i was in the visual arts department. i’m pretty sure there were extra-curricular groups like jazz band and acapella but i never participated.

9. Were you a nerd? well i suppose you could say that.

10. Did you get suspended or expelled? i don’t remember any specific occurrence of this. 11. Can you sing the fight song? the what?

12. Where did you go to lunch? a lot of times i would eat in the painting studios.

13. Where was your high school? towson MD

14. What was your mascot? wildcats i think.

15. If you could go back and do it over again, would you? I’d rather not, but i do sometimes wonder how different things would have gone if the person i am now was in that situation again. i wonder what a more experienced version of me would have done with the bullying and manipulation, for one. i wonder what i would have done with my college decisions, etc.

16. Did you have fun at prom? i didn’t ...really... go? i didn’t buy a ticket. me and some other friends got ugly 80′s dresses from thrift stores and walked around downtown baltyimore. we crashed the prom late in the evening without tickets but we didn’t stay long. it was a good night i’d say.

17. Do you still talk to the person you went to the prom with? i don’t really talk to those friends anymore, though i am connected to them vaguely through social media. at most i know they are doing alright!

18. Are you planning on going to your reunion? uh, no.

19. Are you still in contact with people from high school? a few people but not very many.

20. Did you skip school/class? Yes, a lot. But i was pretty good at getting away with it. Mostly I would attend school on time, and sneak out early if I had the chance. it was easy since i had my own car and as a quiet, responsible student I could slip under the radar of teachers. I don’t think I ever got in trouble for cutting school even though i did it A LOT, haha.maybe the teachers knew and didnt rat me our cause i was doing well in the classes. i guess i will never kn0w.

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#survey #boredom #ok now its time to do some work #personal

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