#motion sickness
all too well 10 minute - taylor swift / the infamous leonardo dicaprio girlfriend ‘25 is the cut off’ age chart / bradley cooper (38) reading lolita to his girlfriend, suki waterhouse (21) in a park / motion sickness - phoebe bridgers / dear john - taylor swift / illicit affairs - taylor swift / jeff & annie on community / dj - ts / favorite crime - olivia rodrigo / atw10 - ts / happier than ever - billie eilish / ms - pb
and finally, john mayer (32) on how he felt the song taylor swift (then 19) wrote about their relationship portrayed him unfairly. swift is still not the age he was when they dated.
070821. getting into such a big phoebe bridgers kick + time for art — i’m selling prints of these btw message me if you’re interested weeee >:))
Boxcutters scenario: carsick Sadie
Sadie is in charge of driving the van for the band. Or at least that’s how she likes it. The other person she trusts with the keys is Chante, but ideally, she’s the one behind the wheel. Now they don’t usually go too far in the thing, mostly cause it already has a gazillion miles on it, and because they tend to play locally so it’s really just for lugging equipment, bUT on the odd occasion, they’ll get a gig somewhere that’s at a bit of a distance. maybe it’s a small weekend music festival, maybe it’s just a show, but if the money is good, or it’s a good opportunity to get their names out there, they’ll take it.
In cases such as these, they usually end up in the van for a lot longer than normal. At times they’ll be driving for upwards of 24hrs, and as much as Sadie pushes to stay the one behind the wheel, and no matter how many coffees she drinks, she eventually needs to tap out. Well, someone makes her, probably because both her mood and driving are going to shit with her being sleep deprived and over caffeinated. The thing is, the only way Sadie can be in a moving vehicle without getting terrible motion sickness is if she is the one driving. Sitting shotgun is better than being in the back, but the end result usually ends up the same, just takes longer for her to get to the point of inevitably being sick. It’s this stretch of the ride that’s the hardest on everyone. Tyson and Keiko are probably doing some dumb shit in the back, which doesn’t help her to stay composed, and as much as they try to be chill and accommodating, unless they’re asleep, there’s pretty much no way those two can be quiet.
Chante is probably talking a lot, trying to get her mind off of feeling sick, maybe he puts on some music and sings along a little. Sadie will try her best to fall asleep, praying that it’ll take care of things, but every bump in the road makes her stomach lurch too dangerously to ever doze off. At last, she’ll reach the point where she frantically had to demand that they pull over, or hopefully find a bag or container that she can throw up into. Keiko will rub her back and offer water that’s warm cause it’s been sitting in the back of the van for who knows how long but it’s better than nothing, and the next stop is always at the nearest gas station so they can grab some ginger ale and gravol, which they always somehow forget to pack before the trip.
Seasick
oc sickfic commissioned by @depression-vents
content warning: emeto
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Elle has a history of trouble with boats. Ever since she was a little girl living in Queensland, she’s gotten terribly seasick. She used to think she’d get used to it eventually, living on the coast and all, but she’s never gotten her sea legs. As a result, she tries to avoid sailing at all costs, which can sometimes be difficult considering where she lives. Tasmania is an island, and her apartment in Hobart isn’t far from the ocean. She can find a boat almost everywhere she goes in the city. Avoiding ships isn’t exactly an easy feat when you’re surrounded by the sea.
Despite knowing how her body reacts to being on the water, Elle purchased two tickets for a river tour as a present for her girlfriend. When she told Jade about her plan, her girlfriend was reasonably concerned, but Elle reassured her that everything would be fine.
“River boats are slow,” she said, “and I’ll take Dramamine.”
Now they’re here, on the bottom floor of the double-decker boat, gliding down a green river surrounded by trees and beautiful mountains… but Elle can’t enjoy even a second of it because she was wrong. River boats don’t move slow, and she’s nauseous as hell. She’s broken out in a sweat, and her brown bangs are plastered to her sticky temple. She’s tugged off her denim jacket to drape it over the back of her wheelchair—the last thing she wants is to get a gross stain on her favorite article of clothing.
Jade is standing behind her, rubbing her back gently. “How are you feeling?”
Elle bites the inside of her bottom lip. “Not very good.”
“Do you want some water? I know you took motion sickness medication earlier, but I packed Pepto-Bismol too,” Jade says, already digging through her backpack.
“Some water might help,” Elle admits. She’s gripping the arms of her wheelchair with white knuckles, breathing carefully through her nose. She does not want to throw up on this ship. There’s a bucket sitting in her lap, courtesy the helpful steward, but she’d rather not have to use it. They’ve isolated themselves from the rest of the group, sheltered in the handicapped section by the engines where they can’t hear the tour guide. At least if she does vomit, they’re far enough away where they can throw the contents overboard without unwanted attention.
Jade hands her a water bottle, and Elle sips slowly. Her girlfriend leans against the railing beside her, running one hand through her hair soothingly. The wind blows a light mist over them from the waves every couple minutes, and Elle welcomes the distraction. Anything to keep her mind off her stomach.
“We shouldn’t have come,” Jade murmurs, looking past her toward the verdant hills.
Elle frowns guiltily. “I thought for sure I’d be fine. I mean, I’ve never been on a river before.”
Her girlfriend’s fingers gently scratch her scalp. “Don’t feel bad, Elle, I’m not mad at you or anything. I’m just sorry you’re sick.”
“It’s not that bad,” she insists, trying to put on a convincing smile. “Honest. Don’t worry about me, just try to enjoy the ride.”
Jade doesn’t look like she believes her, and Elle deflates a little. She should’ve known better than to try and fool her. They’ve been together for too long for her girlfriend to fall for any sort of deceit.
“We’ve still got a couple hours to go,” Jade warns, setting her pack down by her feet on the deck. “You sure you can handle it?”
Elle forces a grin, but she’s sure it comes out more like a grimace. “Is that a challenge?”
Jade rolls her eyes, but there’s a hint of smile on her lips. “No, it’s definitely not. You think I wanna clean up after you?”
“You won’t have to. I can take care of myself,” she replies. Jade squeezes her shoulder.
“I know you can, baby,” she says softly, “Just hang in there.”
Elle nods, but at this point even small movements make her world spin. She’s acutely aware of the rocking of the boat and the instability underneath her. She’s put her wheelchair into park, but it still inches back and forward a bit. Closing her eyes, Elle tries to focus. She just needs to power through the pain. Her stomach churns like a washing machine on the highest possible setting, and saliva fills her mouth. Tentatively, she takes another drink of water.
“Maybe Pepto-Bismol will help,” she finally says, opening her eyes and glancing over at Jade. “It might lessen the nausea at least?”
“Sure, babe.” Jade opens her pack and rips open the pill packet without hesitation, placing the pink tablets in Elle’s open palm.
It’s at this precise moment that Elle’s gut twists in that damning way. She drops the pills and clutches her bucket with both hands, doubling over and puking. It burns even though it’s mostly water, tears springing to her eyes. Jade pats her back, and Elle has never been more grateful that she tied her hair back in a ponytail that morning. She retches for longer than she’s comfortable with, but, eventually it ends. Sitting back up, she wipes her mouth with her forearm, and Jade takes the bucket from her lap, swiftly dumping the contents over the edge.
“Feel better?” she asks.
Elle frowns. “Not really. Still dizzy, but I don’t think I’m gonna be sick again.”
Jade offers a consoling smile. “That’s good, right? Here, I packed some breath mints.”
Elle gives her the side-eye as she retrieves the items from her bag. “You knew this was gonna happen, didn’t you? Before we left?”
Jade shrugs. “It’s better to always be prepared.”
Elle pops several mints onto her tongue and tries to eradicate the nasty, acidic taste of her stomach’s contents from her mouth. “Well, I guess I’m lucky to have you here.”
Jade playfully punches her shoulder. “You just figured that out now?”
“Shut up,” she laughs, still amused despite how shitty she feels. “You’re lucky I don’t try and kiss you right now.”
Jade snorts, throwing her head back. The breeze ruffles her blonde hair, and Elle watches her with a smile. Maybe the trip hasn’t been a total bust.
[VD: An AMV featuring L from Death Note’s death to the sound of “You Give Love A Bad Name” by Bon Jovi. It shows L’s shocked face as lights flash and they sing, “shot to the heart” before cutting to Light’s reaction as they sing “and you’re to blame”, then focusing on Light’s eyes only as they sing “darling, you give love a bad name”. A high pitched eletric guitar sound plays as L drops the spoon he was holding in slow motion, then falls off his chair, also in slow motion. Then it makes distorted sounds before Light jumps to catch L’s fall, right as the singer says “an angel’s smile is what you sell”. It shows Light looking shocked at L, then L looking up dazedly at Light as they sing “you promise me heaven then put me through hell”. L’s flashbacks play out as they sing “chains of love got a hold on me, when passion’s a prison you can’t break free. Oh, you’re a loaded gun, yeah,” by that last part, it shows Rem’s death as well, then goes back to flashbacks. “Oh, there’s nowhere to run, no one can save me, the damage is done” as the entire screen turns out. It then fades back into L’s eyes as they sing “shot through the heart, and you’re to blame”, he looks shocked up at Light, who smirks, eyes glowing red, as they sing “you give love a bad name (bad name). I play my part and you play your game, you give love a bad name (bad name). Hey, you give love… A bad name,” by the end, L’s eyes close slowly, and the guitar fades out. End VD]
Was listening to this song while rereading Death Note and had the idea to make this. It was supposed to be crack but it ended up working seriously a lot better than expected, so… You can take it however you want, I guess