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supervillain yamcha AGAIN !! (and sonic..again)
2024 (so far) has been a pretty mixed bag:
Fractured my jaw/front teeth in February, and I need an extraction-and-implant surgery at some point in the near future. Luckily, the fracture's through the root, so at least my teeth *look* normal for now. Though the treatment itself has an eye-watering pricetag
Mochi's been unwell, and tests revealed she has a tumour, so she's currently on the waiting list for radiotherapy. There's only a small handful of clinics that offer that treatment, so we're keeping her comfy with medicated food until a spot frees up. Unfortunately, like the dental thing, this is also expensive and insurance only covers a fraction of the cost.
Some other health issues I don't feel fully comfortable discussing have been cropping up, and so I've been getting blood tests, tweaking medications, and feeling groggy whilst we try and strike a good balance.
But, I started learning a new language. I, obviously, picked a notoriously difficult language to learn, and some sessions I want to cry/give up/pull my hair out, but I enjoy the mental stimulation. My anxiety has been pretty high, largely because of the above, so having something that takes my mind off of things in a pretty thorough way has been useful, and as I'm learning from home I can study even on my worst days.
A small win, but after years of searching I finally stumbled across someone selling a collection of rare books I've desperately wanted for what feels like forever, and bought all six for less than price of one.
Mum's cancer treatment continues to go well!
I managed to catch a live performance of my favourite musical, even if I did pay for it the next day (chronic illness is a biatch). It was definitely more than worth the flare up, and I may have shed a happy tear or two
Archmage Dekarios 🔮
I rarely post work stuff here, but I did these for a special issue called "Poison Ivy: Uncovered" last year, and someone suggested I post them 😏
A Kitchen Full of Cats by Tirzah Garwood, ca. 1932. Source.
having edgy ocs is soooo embarassing like yeah this is johnny... he.. kills people... yeah with a knife and theres blood and stuff yeah... sorry i know...
The Mari Lwyd is coming…
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“Prometheus”
Day 31 - Fire
The ashes call my name.
I'm in love with a fictional woman
I'm on my fifth playthrough, and she won't let go. The need to romance her every single time is overwhelming
if you had to choose one pokemon to be your absolute favorite out of every pokemon which one would you choose. its okay to choose a "basic" one
no one:
jiwan: YOON SOL
Sol’s confession to Jiwan
I’m not canonically autistic but it’s strongly implied
this is the funniest thing I’ve seen in any review ever
Sometimes I can't help but mourn the loss of my undergrad experience.
I had a great first year (you know, if you ignore the whole "almost dying of septic shock after my appendix ruptured" thing), the stereotypical college experience. I have always been an awkward and shy person, and though that element of my personality remained, I was a lot more social, I found it easier to make friends, I was going out regularly. I was thriving academically, I enjoyed my classes.
Then, one of the first friends I ever made (and who I rejected romantically because I was already involved with someone) began harassing me over the summer break. By the time we hit the mid-way point of the autumn term of my second year, I was getting sent screenshots of this person talking about me with someone else (presumably the anonymous person messaging me) on a daily basis. These messages ranged from how ugly he found me, to wishing violence upon me, to discussing how he'd sexually assault me. At the same time, a close friend of ours reached out to tell me that he'd told her (and several others) that a trip I'd taken to Italy thar summer was actually a cover up for an abortion, and that he'd caught me cheating on my partner and sneaking out of someone else's dorm rooms. Both were false, but the latter was especially absurd because I was in Greece when this allegedly happened. Around this time, when some of the worst rumours were being spread about me, a sizable chunk of my new friends stopped speaking to me, and I ended up transferring classes after I overheard a classmate parroting something particularly malicious straight from his messages.
I spent the last two years of my undergrad miserable, focusing only on work, and periodically begging my department head to let me defer a year, transfer to another university, or drop out entirely. I still did well academically, but I was paranoid, depressed, and devoid of enthusiasm. I mourned the loss of my former friends, pined for the magic of that first year, and feared checking my messages or walking around campus alone. The Dean and department head dealt with the situation quickly, and the university provided me with weekly therapy sessions throughout my undergrad and postgraduate degrees in response, so I can't fault them. But in what felt like a moment my university experience soured and never recovered.
I'm grateful that my Master's experience was much better. My classmates were kind, they were interesting, and the people who'd come with me straight from out BA were good and fun to interact with. It never made up for what happened during my undergrad, nor did I ever fully relax and allow myself to enjoy it like I had done initially, but I had a lot more fun, even when I got sick.
I don't know why I'm rambling. The last few weeks have been taxing on me mentally, and in a lot of ways I've been reminded or thst very dark period of my life. I hate that, on occasion, I'll remember the contents of those messages and find myself unable to breathe properly for a few seconds. Because I'm a masochist. I still have the screenshots stored on a flash drive that's shoved in the back of a drawer. I hate that I still wonder why, hate that I still think "what if?", hate that I still miss the sunny ease of my first year over a decade later.
The good news: I don't have a brain tumor
The not so good news: doctors have no idea what's causing the chronic migraine/nausea/vertigo/muscle pain/memory loss/brain fog/fatigue and I need to undergo even more tests to try and find out what's wrong with me