The absolute tantrums I’ve seen conservatives have during the past two years over being ask to wear a damn mask and get a vaccine are absolutely wild. People held literal protests at local hospitals over it, carrying “my body my choice” signs no less. And now we’re going to see people actually lose the freedom to make their own medical decisions on a massive scale and those same conservatives are delighted.

The Venn diagram of people I know who are anti-abortion because “iTs A BAbY iTs A LiFE” and people I know who would refuse to wear a fucking mask for 15 minutes at the Walmart to potentially protect an actual breathing baby from a life-threatening illness is a fucking circle.

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TW: cursing, sexual themes, illness, manipulation

Syd:

R: I say we get the little guy laid!

Happy Birthday to meeee… The tour was almost over and Roman had spent it treating me like his protege. I was not a fan. Never meet your heroes I guess.

M:Can we treat the man like the adult he is, please?

J:Syd, what do you want to do?

Thank fuck for the other band members. Roman one on one was a royal asshole of the highest order and he seemed to pride himself on it. Milla, Vera, and Sophie were off dancing with each other, smart enough to stay away. Sophie seemed pale today but she said nothing. I figured if it were bad she’d talk to me.

S: I don’t know. Drinks, music, whatever?

I:On it!

R: No no no. The man needs to get himself some pussy.

M: I guess your mouth has to be that big since you constantly shove your boot in it.

Marcus was facepalming, Ivan was getting drinks. Rebuffing Roman was an art the two had perfected.

R: Fuck you Marcus.

T:I need a fucking drink.

Milla:

M: You okay?

S:Yeah, I’m good.

M:You are a god awful liar Sophie.

She had been pale all day. The timeline was off and she had spent the past year getting progressively worse. I was not the comforting type but Vera had been easily distracted by Grumpy McDumbass. God, fuck Roman. And honestly, what the hell did Vera see in him?

S:I’m good. Go have fun.

M: Sophie, one day very soon you are going to need to see a doctor about this.

S:It’s nothing.

No, no it was not. I kept my mouth shut though. Words of compassion were not my thing.

Syd:

S:Do you think we should tell anyone about us?

I spoke softly. I didn’t have to worry about the others hearing or seeing us but Ty seemed to have that effect on me. Roman and Vera had disappeared together and Ty’s reaction had been hard to read. Jesse, Ivan, and Marcus were up at the bar swapping stories and drinking heavily, kind of a send off for Marcus. Milla and Sophie had tapped out for the night. Milla said she was sick of the bar scene.

T:Fuck no. Think of how the guys will react Syd. No one is going to accept you.

S:Oh…

T: Besides, don’t you like sneaking around with me?

S:I guess so…

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Bad Habits - Ed Sheeran Ft Bring Me the Horizon

Update to the post I made last night.

Triggers still apply: death, doctors, end of life, hospitals, illness, medical stuff.

Nana passed away at 2:35AM this morning. My brain has processed this, but my emotions have not. I do not know what the plans are in regards to a funeral and whatnot, but that’s where I’m at. I am having thoughts and feelings, but they’re just… sort of distant. I don’t want to write them down right now. If I’m being honest, I don’t want to deal with them.

I’ll probably be quiet today. May or may not reblog memes on Roy just for quick stuff. We shall see. Thanks for being patient with me.

I don’t have a suitable icon for this. So, I’m just gonna type this up without an icon, put most of it under a cut since it has some heavy topics, and then I’m gonna lurk around. The topics will be tagged, but I’ll also list them before the cut just in case since I find that helps.

TLDR: My family and I are going through it, y’all. Activity is gonna be all over the place, and, quite frankly, I don’t know what it’s gonna look like. Everything’s been wicked stressful.

What this post will mention: death, doctors, end of life, hospitals, illness, medical stuff.

On Friday, I found out that my Nana (maternal grandmother) was in the hospital, specifically the ICU, with a list of medical issues. The major ones are her enlarged heart and kidney failure. Per my father, the following 48 hours were crucial to determining what would happen next. Either way, and my aunt later confirmed this, she would not recover from this, and the better option was that she would return home and enter hospice care.

On Saturday, my husband and I drove down to stay with my in-laws so we could visit her in the hospital. I got to see her then for over an hour. I didn’t see her on Sunday, but I got to see my grandfather and one of my aunts, who gave me more info about medications, what she’s been dealing with, and that, again, she wouldn’t recover from this. I saw her today for about 20-30 minutes before my husband and I went home. She did seem better today than Saturday, and my aunt confirmed that through text too.

A little over an hour ago, my mother called and gave me an update. She and my father were on the way to the hospital. One of her sisters (she has two) got an update from the hospital that my Nana will likely not make it through the night. Right now, I’m still processing that. It hasn’t quite hit yet. My brain just remembers seeing her this morning and that she was doing better. Or, I thoughtshe was doing better.

I don’t know what my schedule is gonna look like anymore. For now, I’m going to operate on status quo and keep my work schedule as it is. My in-laws are up to speed, and I’ll work from their place if I need to. Writing is… I’m not doing much of it right now. I won’t make any promises on activity. I know this can and probably will affect my writing, so I’m going to take it a day at a time. Thank you in advance for being patience with me.

In case you want my discord, I’m available there. I can’t promise quick responses, but this is where you can find me:

Lore Olympus brainrot over here.

Anyway, that’s all. I’ll reblog this on Roy, but that’s it. See ya around.

imagine your polyship living apart. person a gets sick and tries their best to hide it but their partners all find out and come over to a’s house to take care of them

kingsmemes:

「  RP MEME :       CARING FOR SICK MUSES .  」
  * change pronouns as needed . [ MY / YOUR ] depends on the receiver .

SENTENCES :

• ‘ i told you to stay in bed! ’
• ‘ i’ll make you some soup. ’
• ‘ shh. ’
• ‘ try to rest. ’
• ‘ you’re not going anywhere today. ’
• ‘ don’t worry, i’ll get it. ’
• ‘ i’m here. ’
• ‘ i’m not going into work today. i’m staying home with you. ’
• ‘ you look miserable. ’
• ‘ you don’t look as bad as you did yesterday. ’
• ‘ a spell won’t help at this point. ’
• ‘ i think your fever’s breaking. ’
• ‘ just relax. ’
• ‘ did you sleep at all last night? ’
• ‘ i know it tastes bad, but it’ll help you. ’
• ‘ lay back down. ’
• ‘ don’t try to get up. ’
• ‘ please try to eat. ’
• ‘ you’re being dramatic. ’
• ‘ it’s not as bad as you’re making it. ’
• ‘ that cough does not sound good. ’
• ‘ how long has it been hurting? ’
• ‘ that’s not a good sign. ’
• ‘ we can’t move in this state. ’
• ‘ we’ll have to lay low while you heal up. ’
• ‘ i’m making you some medicine. ’
• ‘ this won’t feel good, but it’ll help the infection. ’
• ‘ i have a spell for that. ’
• ‘ you’ll make it through; you have to. ’
• ‘ i got us a place to stay for the night. you have to get out of this rain. ’
• ‘ get closer to the fire. ’
• ‘ this will help you warm up. ’
• ‘ come closer to me. ’
• ‘ what will make you feel better? ’
• ‘ it’ll take time to get back to normal. ’
• ‘ i’m here because i care about you. ’

ACTIONS : 

• send ‘ BRUSH ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to brush through [ YOUR / MY ] muse’s hair. 
• send ‘ SOUP ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to feed [ YOUR / MY ] muse soup. 
• send ‘ BLANKET ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to share a blanket with [ YOUR / MY ] muse. 
• send ‘ FEVER ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to press a wet rag to the forehead of [ YOUR / MY ] muse during a high fever. 
• send ‘ KISS ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to kiss [ YOUR / MY ] muse’s forehead. 
• send ‘ BEDSIDE ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to sit at [ YOUR / MY ] muse’s bedside while they rest.
• send ‘ STITCH ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to stitch up an injury on [ YOUR / MY ] muse. 
• send ‘ PROP UP ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to prop up [ YOUR / MY ] muse on a set of pillows. 
• send ‘ TUCK IN ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to tuck [ YOUR / MY ] muse into bed. 
• send ‘ GUIDE ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to guide [ YOUR / MY ] muse back to bed.
• send ‘ TEMP ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to check [ YOUR / MY ] muse’s temperature. 
• send ‘ HUM ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to sing/hum a lullaby to [ YOUR / MY ] muse. 
• send ‘ REMEDY’  for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to make [ YOUR / MY ] muse a healing potion. 
• send ‘ BANDAGE ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to bandage a wound on [ YOUR / MY ] muse. 

winteratdusk:

winteratdusk’s whumptober 2021 masterpost

Hi! Below are the links to the fics I wrote for Whumptober this month. I went the route of combining many prompts into few stories rather than writing stories for a lot of prompts, which is why there are only a couple!

Click the titles below to read:

into the trees with empty hands

When Bucky first ended up in Zola’s lab, it was by chance - he’d been sick with pneumonia, too worn down to be of use to HYDRA in any other capacity but as a test subject. Zola’s experiments, among other things, cured him.

What if Steve found him sooner, still sick, before Zola had the chance to intervene?

Fills “choking,” “coughing up a lung”

[warnings for graphic depictions of illness, including respiratory illness - more detailed warnings in tags!]

From Somewhere Far Away

It’s December of 1944. Bucky’s been overseas for nearly three years, and the hardship is starting to get to him. Not helping is the fact that his unit is stranded in the middle of nowhere, caught between hope for an impossible rescue and the dread of impending capture.

When Bucky’s badly injured on top of everything else, he’s left starving, exhausted, and in intense pain. He’s forced to confront his mortality - as well as some yet-unspoken feelings - as he tries to reconcile what he wanted his life to have been with the future he’s about to face.

Fills “hunger,” “dread,” “too weak to move,” “bleeding through the bandages,” “left for dead”

[warningsfor canon-typical violence, mild depictions of illness, and graphic depictions of injury - more detailed warnings in tags!]