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why can I tolerate being chronically ill and feeling sick every day of my life and then I get the flu and suddenly I feel like a sickly victorian child with the plague
The planets are in alignment, and I've come down with the flu
I don't know what this means for me, but I think those round, orbiting cheeks are just too plump for me to handle tonight
I just had a weird dream that ended with someone throwing a cap and someone else saying khak throw-a. It wasn’t even khaki it was denim! Why are my dreams like this? :{
We have been so fuzzy and not knowing whos fronting i hate it. Probably cause our birthday but it’s still annoying.
I tried a new art style :3
fnaf referenc
kinda hate life rn but that's fine
not done with a thing. might not finish
was originally gonna do a redesign of Luz from The Owl House, but did my own thing. (nah. ima do my own thing) if anyone has any like suggestions on how to do this stuff better, please give them to me 🙏🙏🙏
i'm sick today, i did that earlier this week and luckily have four days off of school 😼😼😼. but im feeling (somewhat) better than before! (i have a 100.4 temp fever) 🙁🙁
I swear to godddd
My drawing tablet stopped working for literally no reason yesterday ;0; everything I do doesn’t seem to work and get this, it’s charged but when I turn it on it quickly flashes the screen it’s supposed to show then shuts back off umu Anyways I guess what I’m trying to say is sorry if there’s no art on here for awhile, I’ll try to draw traditionally but aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I'm in a bit of a pickle.. i need a mobility aid so that i can stay at my job without my disabilities interfering as much, but i can't use a mobility aid bc my work isn't accessible so either way i guess i can't work there..
someone tell my sister to stop eating mass amounts of pop rocks😭😭😭
Woke up and my jaw hurts so bad I can’t even talk properly, and just sitting there not even moving hurts
💀🔫.
(now I have to go to school, literally kms)
Got back from school after wanting to go to bed all day but now I have to go to the eye doctor, literally fml.
Ignore the mistakes
I tried to do the alt tiktok girl drawing but ended up with this
I hate it but idk it might look better afterwards
I tried to do the alt tiktok girl drawing but ended up with this
I hate it but idk it might look better afterwards
Today was the WRONG day to wear baggy pants😔
Manga readers dodging every possible filtered hashtag/word and spoiler warning to make absolutely sure that anime watchers get spoiled
The contents of my stomach are trying to make there way out. Violently. From both ends.
The Premium Package: Bonus Round
Bloodwork came back positive for GAD65 antibodies. So now my rheumatologist is assuming not just neuropsychiatric lupus, but also Stiff Person Syndrome and GAD65 autoimmune encephalitis, based on my imaging and other test results.
I guess we’re just collecting neuroimmune disorders like trading cards now. Got brain fog? Muscle spasms? Random hallucinations? Congratulations, you might qualify for the rare holographic edition.
At this point, it feels less like getting answers and more like unlocking increasingly cursed DLC. The collector’s set is not supposed to be this complete.
My dad gave me his summertime sadness (seasonal depression)
Hey, so it's me again, I absolutely loved the Teddy fic you just wrote, it was sooo good! Great job! Anyway, you totally do not have to, I just get a lot of prompt ideas and I don't see a lot of writers writing for Teddy so I just wanted to request another, it's pretty similar, but Teddy is a kid and he wakes up sick in the middle of the night and his dad is the one to take care of him. It's a little different but I feel like we don't see much regarding his relationship with his dad and I feel like it would be a really sweet one. No pressure, if you're not up to it you don't have to but I just wanted to send the prompt. :)
Family First
"You'll live forever, right? You won't ever leave...?"
[Platonic Son Teddy X Father Doug Pierce]
Word Count: 0.8K
Warnings: Fluffy, Angsty (cuz we know what happens in the film), Mentions of vomit, Vomiting (somewhat detailed), Crying, Mentions of death, and sorta Foreshadowing into the details of the movie.
I do not write like this at all, but I am willing to try it! I normally do only Xreaders, but I step out of my comfort zone every once in a while. So for you I'll try! We don't know much about his father so it will most likely be OCCish. BUT I tried so yeah please don't EVER stop sending requests. It's like the only reason I have been writing recently so thank you! But anyway, enjoy my efforts.
It had only been a few days since Teddy's first break of his kindergarten year. That was his first time being a "big boy," and he was loving it! He got to play all day, they learned some stuff, but they got to go outside and play and play inside too. He loved the trucks, and he told all his friends his dad had one of the firetrucks, and he got to go in one. A small bluff, but his dad said when he was older, he could go in one, he just had to wait a bit. Sadly, the first day of Christmas break he woke up in the middle of the night, with a strange feeling in his tummy. He knew that feeling. He had the feeling before. Many times, before, anytime he had something his father told him not to eat.
He tried to make it to the bathroom, like his mother told him. Really, he did, but he couldn’t stop it. He managed to crawl out of bed and open the door on his tip toes. He walked down the hall towards his mommy and daddy’s room and the bathroom. He couldn’t hold it. The back of his throat burned as he gagged. The late-night chocolate milk he had before bed spilled out of his mouth. The brown liquid is chunky and disgusting. A person could only wish it had the same delightful taste coming up. The brown liquid chunks hit the carpeted hallway with a soft plop. After a quiet moment, he finished up. Tears welled in the small boys' eyes. Climbing over the puddle of brown liquid chunks, he tiptoes over to his father’s room. His mother was out at work. She had kissed him goodbye, now it was only his father laying in the huge bed.
He stood in the doorway for a bit, just standing there. His arms to his side, the small light in the bathroom shone into the room. His father groaned. Sitting up slightly, to see his son, Teddy, just standing in the doorway. He looked guilty. His eyes had tears, and the poor boy was barely holding back. What had happened? So, Doug sat up, “What’s wrong, buddy?” He asks worriedly. He didn’t know what happened but if he was so upset, it had to have been something bad. Teddy started crying before crawling onto the bed, staying at the end. “I- i threw up,” he slurred a bit; his speech and vocabulary were very good at his age. But he still couldn’t say some words correctly. He had been in speech for a while, though.
“Buddy, come here," his father said, pulling him onto his lap and comforting the poor boy. "It’s not your fault, ok? I’ll go clean it up. You just stay here.” Teddy didn't want to sit there. He felt bad. The boy was waking his father up before the clock on the timer said 6, something his parents had told him ever since he got his big boy bed. He didn't follow the rule. He always followed the rules, thats how everyone has a fun time. At least thats what Mrs. Baker, his kindergarder teacher, says. Still babbiling through tears his father set him on the bed. As he stood up and walked out of the bedroom to the bright light of the hallway.
After what felt like forever, Doug came back. His large frame was in the doorway of his room as he walked in slowly, believing that Teddy was asleep. He was, in fact, not. His tiny frame was on his father's warm spot on the bed. "Daddy..." Teddy spoke up softly, like he was scared he would get scolded. Doug would never. Never ever in millions of years would such. Well, maybe if he stole a car or something, he would never. He sat on the other side of the bed, sliding over the covers over his body as he tucked in the small child beside him. "Yes, teddy bear?" A long silence followed. One that was too long. Uncomfortably long. "You'll live forever, right? You won't ever leave me?" His heart broke for his baby boy. What happened to make him believe that? Yes, firefighting was dangerous, but he would always make sure to get out. For Teddy. For his family.
"Teddy bear, I'll always be here for you. Always. You have nothing to worry about. Let's just sleep. I'll make your favorite pancakes in the morning." That made the little boy smile. After some thought, that was faked. That kid would do anything for those famous pancakes. His mom never cared to learn to make them. Doug was always there. "With chocolate milk." He laughed. "Yes, with chocolate milk." There was only a while notice before that small Teddy fell asleep. The darkness of the room blended with his falling eyelids. Dreams filled with those sweet pancakes.
Sorry, it took so long, I just have like no motivation. Not to mention the erm English essay that I had due that I was supposed to be working on last time I posted. This was rushed, and I hate it, but whatever. It's so sad to think his dad died after he told little Teddy those words. That's why I made him say them.
adhd is wild. just got up from doing homework to go piss and ended up spending 15 minutes cleaning my toilet and sink. woulda cleaned the mirror too if the stuff for it wasn't in my sleeping roommate's bathroom.
it's 2:12 AM. what am i doing
i wouldn't say so
i would spend my entire life loving and having fun if it wasn't for the Issues and the Condition