I Must Also Skip Day 4 :pensive:

can someone give zofran the nobel prize or something

proship community reblog if you hate AI

vent below the cut, see warnings in tags

you ever just be thinking about The Happenings and your brain is like "Well actually Abuser X was a lot worse to you than Abuser Y.. Abuser Y only raped you once and beat you only a few times, the rest of their abuse was emotional and they're getting better, unlike the much worse Abuser X!" and you're like, "Okay, brain, that's an objective statement, Abuser X was worse than Abuser Y. What about it?" and then your brain pulls out the "Maybe you should cut Abuser Y some slack, then... I mean, you're just being bitter at this point... I mean, compared to Abuser X, Abuser Y is like an angel! You shouldn't still be mad at Abuser Y or still hold them accountable!" and then I'm like "Oh, okay, stfu then."

and then your brain gets all whiney and doubles down like "And you shouldn't even be mad at Abuser X, either, since he really was nice to you at times and you know he wouldn't have done that if he himself wasn't hurt-" and then you're like "fuck you" because you're secretly the Fuck You Guy

Day 5: Ship Dynamics I Like!!

sniffles... be nice about the doodles please..

wawawawa i saw ur fic reqs were open………….. could you do a sickfic of kanade and mafuyu from project sekai?

more in depth character info can be found by searching “kanade yoisaki” or “mafuyu asahina” but here’s some basics:

kanade is a composer for a music group that mafuyu is in

mafuyu lives with kanade. it’s just them in the house

kanade is very much a workaholic, and would probably be resistent to being cared for while sick (especially if it means she can’t make music)

mafuyu cares a lot about kanade, but her expressions don’t show much on her face

mafuyu’s well versed in medical knowledge and will take care of kanade no matter what

mafuyu is the lyricist for the music group

no pressure of course!!! take your time if you want to take my request

(A/N: I hope I did a decent job! Had to do some digging since I've never heard of Project Sekai before, so I apologize if anything is out of character!) As she slowly opened her weary eyes, Kanade felt the familiar weight of illness settle upon her. Her body ached, her head throbbed, and she could hardly find the motivation to even lift her head from the pillow. She'd spent another long, brutal, and hyperfocused night composing. She really knows that with her poor and immunocompromised state with the lack of sleep and proper nutrition, she should have gotten some rest the second she felt the malaise seep deep down. However, songs needed to be composed, and work needed to be done. Honami was too busy helping someone else to aid her this time, and Kanade grumbled to a sitting point. She had to save herself. "Hm." Mafuyu, however, appeared to have other plans. Mafuyu sat quietly by her bedside, with a stoic expression as she observed Kanade's condition. Despite the lack of emotion on her face, Mafuyu was deeply concerned for her friend and roommate. She knew how much Kanade dedicated herself to her music, often neglecting her own health in the process. Mafuyu had always been silently impressed by Kanade's drive and determination, but she was certainly viewing its downsides at this moment. As she gently placed her hand on Kanade's forehead, she could feel the fever that had set in overnight. "You've got a fever," Mafuyu spoke. "You've been working too hard again." "...There's really no such thing as working too hard." Kanade's voice came out weak from her scratchy throat. "There is. Now, Honami stopped by and cooked us some oats. You're going to eat them, they're good for your throat." Kanade tried to muster up a weak smile as she met Mafuyu's gaze, but even that small gesture felt like an effort in her weakened state. "I'm fine," she insisted weakly, even as her body betrayed her with a fit of coughing. Mafuyu furrowed her brow, unconvinced by Kanade's reassurances. "You're not fine," she replied firmly, her voice betraying a hint of annoyance- Annoyance that was only masking compassion. "You're sick, and you need to rest and eat." Kanade huffed in frustration, her determination to work warring with her knowledge that Mafuyu was right. "But I have so much work to do," she mumbled stubbornly, attempting to push herself upright in bed, only to be gently pushed back down by Mafuyu's stern hold. "And you'll do it poorly If you do it sick. C'mon. Oats."

goodnight to people who are unable to run goodnight to people who used to be known for 'running/skipping' everywhere until it became far too painful and dangerous goodnight to people who have a walking gait that shows deformity and 'disturbs others' goodnight to people who have limbs that 'move wrong' goodnight to people who walk with a limp goodnight to people who stumble and fall goodnight to people who use a mobility aid goodnight to people who use elevators goodnight to people who use shower-chairs goodnight to people who use ramps

ai does not belong in creative spaces. period.

more vent below the cut, see warnings

The passive suicidal ideation that comes with having a physical disability is hard. I'm sure I'm not the only person who feels this way. I grew up with an ever-increasing pain tolerance due to my condition to the point where ripping nails from my nailbeds became Just One of My Habits, because it hurt less than my condition, and having my nailbed be deformed anyways before that habit formed certainly didn't help. I was the kid who always tried in sports, even if I was never athletic. I was the kid who got an A's, even when going to school was exhausting and painful and, to be honest, I was and still am really convinced that my inherent worth is attributed to what work I can produce. In all the jobs I've worked, I've done what I could, even if it wasn't...Enough. In moment like these, where my head is clouded with exhaustion and I lay in bed, in too much pain to do anything but tap my achey and tingly fingers on a keyboard as every movement sends sharp stinging pain up and down my entire arm region and drips down into my torso, and I have to get all my work done, but I can't. Think. I can't. Move. I feel like I'm an old cat, just waiting to die, except I'm a young adult human being who just wants the pain to be over. It'll never be over. This isn't to say I'm actively suicidal. I'm not- At least not anymore. Just living in a body that is in agony all the time gets hard. Really hard. And I start to wonder and think about how good I would feel if I could just slip into a sleep and not have to wake up to the pain, and the exhaustion, and the lack of limb functionality, and the fainting, and the falling, and the humiliation, and the shame- And I sometimes wish I could die, before everyone realizes how much of a disappointment I am because of this. I can't work up to the same par as everybody else can, even though I manage to get everything done up to a very good quality, it take some about 4x longer to do it compared to an able-bodied person. oinfdgionfdnndndnnnfvfn

Room temperature take but I think some of you guys are only here for the Darkships and to seem “edgy” and aren’t actually anti harassment