Since I'm trying to slowly leave the sinking ship that is the blue birb site and relocate over here, I figured it's time for me to organize some of my fics!
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sleepless in bangkok
She sucks in a sharp breath. Her next words are so soft that he has to strain his ears.
"Pat, I don't want you to be lonely."
The screen goes to sleep again.
Pat doesn't touch his phone. He can barely make out the shape of Paa's face, and he knows she can't see him either.
"Silly. Why would I be lonely?"
(Or: Pran runs an advice column radio show at his university. Pat nearly dropped out of high school. Somehow, Pat becomes Pran’s #1 insomniac caller. To Pat, Pran is out of his league. He’d rather stay anonymous than face rejection, but un(fortunately) for Pat, Pran has other plans.)
Pat/Pran - 27k+ (7/?, ongoing)
melted
On and on, he counts with this stranger, who holds Pran between two hands with the lightest touch.
(Or: In a world where everyone has a quirk, from the mundane to the dangerous, Pran just wants to blend in. One day, his control slips. He doesn't expect anyone to catch him, but Pat would never walk away.)
Pat/Pran - 5k (one-shot)
your gravity, my orbit
Pran and Pat end up attending different universities, but something always brings them back to each other.
When they meet again, they get a chance to pretend, to take a break from life as Pat and Pran, childhood rivals.
What remains of them might be more than what Pat could’ve ever expected, but he knows this: Pat is not going to let Pran get away a second time.
Pat/Pran - 5.6k (one-shot)
worth the wait
Pat and Pran are childhood friends, roommates, co-owners of a condo, fathers to a Scottish Fold, lifelong rivals, and if they’re feeling particularly sentimental, soulmates.
Pat and Pran are not in love.
(Or: originally a twitter threadfic – Teenaged Ming makes a decision that saves his friendship with Dissaya and their children from a lifetime of grief. Pat and Pran grow up together, and at 31, remain inseparable and platonic. So platonic, in fact, that when Pat attends a holiday party as Pran’s plus one, he finds out that he’s known at Pran’s workplace as his boyfriend.)
Pat/Pran - 25.5k (9/9, complete)
if you're not the one
How can you miss someone you see every day?
(Or: Nanon heads to the beach. He wishes that he knew what was in store for him, for Ohm, and for whatever shaky ground the two stand on now. For better or worse, his wish is heard, and he meets an older Ohm from a not-so-distant future. This Ohm is healthier and happier and everything Nanon could hope for his best friend. But where does Nanon fit in this picture?)
Ohm/Nanon (RPF) - 4.8k (one-shot)
something borrowed & something new
“I bet you wish they sold engagement rings instead of cakes, huh?” Ink teases under her breath.
Pran ducks his head to hear her properly. “What do you mean?”
Ink subtly inclines her head towards Pat, who is helping another couple at the counter. “Then maybe you’d have an excuse for him to hold your hand. You know, during a ring fitting.”
(Or: Pran and Ink attend a wedding expo as fake fiancés to get all the free samples they can get their hands on. The Jindapat siblings run a cake booth at the expo. Pran seriously considers the merits of dumping Ink in front of the entire exhibition hall and eloping with Pat, whose smiles are even sweeter than his cakes.)
Pat/Pran - 4.6k (one-shot)
something blue
Pran brushes away the last few tears on Pat’s cheeks. “Ah, my Pat,” Pran says. “You have such a big heart.”
(Or: A “Something Borrowed & Something New” sequel. Not a coda, maybe an interlude. Pat and Pran are in love, through good days and bad days.)
Pat/Pran - 4.1k (one-shot)
the season of you
“I promise. Wait for me. I’ll go slow.”
(Or: Pran loses Pat and struggles to cope. After an accident, he develops the ability to see ghosts. He encounters Tess, the ghost of a former schoolmate who has regrets of his own. The two become unlikely friends, and Pran, slowly but surely, learns to live the way Pat would want him to.)
Pat/Pran - 3.7k (1/2, ongoing)
heart in a cage
In another universe, Pran loves Pat. That’s not the universe Pat is stuck with, but that’s ok. She’s getting over it.
Pat/Pran - 35.8k (2/2, complete)
You're My Four-Leaf Clover
Daemon AU.
What does it mean, Pran wonders, when a piece of your soul knows something you don’t?
oh good wei ying has learned his lesson he’s realized the error of his ways maybe I shall go comfortHE’S PLAYING WITH ANTS HE’S PLAYING WITH ANTS I HATE THIS PERSON MORE THAN I’VE HATED ANYONE IN MY LIFE I
Now, today is September 26th, and this is supposed to go into effect on October 1st, which is like nine months in the warped dog-years time of the Trump administration. And it's very possible he'll walk it back or conveniently forget about it, which happens pretty frequently.
Which means that calling your reps now may actually make a difference in whether this kills people.
Step 1: Search up the generic name for whatever meds you take, then call your pharmacist - not your primary - and ask where it comes from and whether any part of it is manufactured in the US. THEN call your primary and tell them to pre-order your next round, even if you're not due yet. (They might try to tell you they can't do that. They can.)
Step 2: Call your reps - by now you should be calling them so often they're one of the top numbers saved in your phone, but you can also find them very easily here - and tell them specifically that you are worried about the financial impact on American business this will have and ask them what they plan to do about it. Because sadly, concerns about money and saving their own skin will probably get their attention faster than any concerns about the harm it will do to vulnerable individuals.
NONE OF THIS IS INEVITABLE. I'm serious, call your reps. We've gotten other Orwellian nightmare shit walked back or shot down - because remember that we're not dealing with actual politics anymore, we're dealing with a spineless madman with late stage dementia who's favorite pastime is Just Saying Things To Say Things - and we can get this shot down too.
To be fair 99% of our evolutionary stress response was meant to deal with far more immediately conclusive scenarios than the tedious bullshit we put up with these days.
not to leave a serious comment on a silly post but one of the best pieces of advice I ever got about stress was to SLEEP but secondly, when overwhelmed, lay in a bed and intentionally hold all your muscles clenched. clench EVERYTHING. hold it for a few seconds, then let go. It tricks your animal fight-or-flight monkey brain into thinking it had, and won, a fight, and some of the stress response will leave you
I need everyone to know that when I am educating clients on tension release exercises in therapy all I can think of is this post. It takes everything out of me not to say "let's try the fucked up tiger trick" in session.
There are some specific mutuals whose names I see and I literally do a little wiggle of happiness everytime you’ll reblog something of mine ♥️ know that I love you and cherish you and am giving each one of you a lil kissy on the forehead 😘
TERFS DID THIS TO ME ON TUMBLR. I got an anon telling me I passed terribly. like. I'm literally cis and by telling me I do not pass, you are showing that you view womanhood in ways that are not only regressive for trans folk but also regressive and harmful for the very cis women you claim to support and prioritize. They uphold the very beauty and gender performative standards they seek to diminish. Fuck terfs.
A terf tried to tell me i would never pass and i would always look like man who "wore a wig". First - ive never owned a wig. Next - ive never owned a penis. Third - ive never posted a selfie to tumblr. So i was mostly baffled ... as to what they think they were clocking ... from my lil cartoon...
As a trans woman, TERFs used to really upset me until I realized that they value hurting trans women over... Well... Over truth and accuracy.
Their rhetoric is a lot less hurtful when you recognize its meaningless beyond hurtful intent. The insults might as well be coming from bots (and often are).
i know i've said this before but i'm going to say it again because the more i work with geriatric women the stronger i feel about the fact that the only anti-aging that women in their 20s/30s should be obsessed with is building strong bones and muscle mass. that's like the most important thing you can you can do right now to lay a good foundation for healthy aging. you can botox the shit out of your face but that's not going to do anything to save you from dying prematurely from a fatal hip fracture that you can't bounce back from because you didn't do anything to prevent yourself from becoming frail and breakable. like i know that sounds harsh but that is reality for a lot of older women and i don't want that to be you.
Also, strengthen your back (especially your lower back) and your knees to prevent chronic pain from muscle weakness in those areas, and regularly practice getting up off the floor from a lying position.
I love how, when the blue becomes a bit blown out and flat, you can see the moment the camera gave up on trying to represent the actual color and said sorry, this is the bluest I got
(yes like in that one Tom Scott video about the pinkest pink)
