#its a condition

[smoogieboogie]

Toned the Yellow outta my hair and for some reason its drying and curling very Farrah Fawcett today??? I'll take it 😂

[blankperiodssn]

Im so sorry

[illwork4anime]

Me: Purple Prose?? What’s that?

Me (google searching):

Me: Ah.

[puppy-the-mask]

There is one simple fact you should know about me and it’s that I am physically incapable of making a Swapfell Papyrus Variant that doesn’t go absolutely apeshit for genuine love and affection

[inferno-fireblast]

He doesn’t really know how long he’s been in this hospital, with how inconsistent his sleep schedule has been. But he knows one thing.

He’s been essentially alone the entire time. With no one but Mai visiting - and he appreciates those visits more than he can express - he’s starting to feel... lost. Lonely. Abandoned - No, he gets it. He does, he wouldn’t want to be around himself right now, either. 

Hospitals are depressing, and no one wants to deal with him on most days anyway. He can’t blame them for avoiding him now.

Still, he’s lonely and in pain. Would be nice to see someone...

[butter-buddies]

“Onion Necks Annonymous”

-Vick’s new RSO

[inferno-fireblast]

"My body was designed by Todd Howard."

Its 2:30 am, he's wide awake, his nose is stuffed with tissue paper to stop the bleeding, and his head is pounding. Again.

[inferno-fireblast]

He hadn’t really moved since his doctor had come with the news.

The results of his CT scans.

Severe scarring of the heart muscle, no discernible cause...

There’s no history of heart disease in his family, no genetic cause, nothing they could guess that would’ve caused the severe damage he’d seen in those scans.

Well, he can guess one cause. His nerves alight with remembered pain - the bone-deep pain and heat of lightning, the unbearable pain of burning alive. Twice.

The second one had caused cardiac arrest, his heart had stopped, he’d been pronounced dead for a few minutes until his heart had restarted itself. He should’ve known it would come back to haunt him.

But it’s not like he can tell the doctors he’d been struck by lightning from the avatar of an ancient Egyptian god, he’d be examined for brain trauma next.

But now he... he doesn’t know what to do.

There’s no way to heal the scars, but if this problem isn’t solved then...

He shudders, drops his head into his hands and bites his tongue hard enough to draw blood. He doesn’t want to think it, but he knows it. He knows... if this problem isn’t solve...

He wont have much time left at all.

Silently and alone, he chokes on his sobs.