#migranes

[cr0wfeathers]

i have a very personal grudge against all creative works that use flashing lights or rapidly moving images. it’s 2026 why can’t we come up with a better way to visualize ideas than “video go from light to dark fast.” i would just like to enjoy silly little videos and not experience physical pain as a result. unfortunately that’s not going to happen anytime soon.

[typicalopposite]

Tidbit Tuesday

Not a tidbit of anything in particular… just a tidbit sized ficlet because I have a migraine, and if I have to have one... one of the boys do too! :)

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They were just over a month into their relationship the first time Buck noticed Tommy's voice make a pained sound before quickly switching back to normal. 

A migraine. 

When Buck asked, Tommy hastily brushed it off; “I’ve had them since I was a kid. It’s nothing… I’m fine.” He declined anything more than a couple Advil liquid gels and disappeared into his darkened room to attempt to sleep it off. 

And okay… Buck’s been there. He knows how intense a migraine can be and sometimes the only thing you can do for it is sleep. But Buck is Buck and he wanted to— he needed to— help however he could. 

It took some time, a little prying, and a whole lot of pressing, but he somehow managed to coax Tommy into openly admitting when he could tell one was coming… Then he proceeded to go full clipboard Buck about it and came up with a whole system for those days. It typically involved him spending the entire day (if possible) trying his damnedest to pamper Tommy through it. He just wanted so badly to return the care Tommy always gave him when he was sick, or hurt, or down… 

Finally— finally!— he broke down that stubborn wall and Tommy succumbed to the TLC. It wasn’t long before he easily accepted it. Eventually he began to seek it out. “Baby… can you come over?” Tommy would ask through the phone. His voice quiet and sounded pained. Buck would be pulling into his driveway within the hour. 

He would take his medicine and drink his water but Tommy had traded his dark seclusion for being wrapped in Buck’s arms, allowing— asking for even, sometimes— kisses to be pressed across his forehead until he finally would fall asleep. It helped tremendously, he swore by it. 

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They were apart for a whole year. 

Sure they kept in touch here and there, especially after he showed up— like he always does— to help with everything from the lab explosion. But nothing more than just casual. In that year Buck worried constantly— between every batch of cookies, and while he fed his sourdough starter— about Tommy’s migraines. 

Was he back to ruining his liver with Advil instead of the Tylenol Buck insisted he take in its place. Was he drinking enough water? Was he using a cold or hot compress to ease the pain? Was he using them correctly? 

His phone rings one night. It’s late. Late enough when he sees Tommy’s number he gets a sick feeling in his stomach as he answers it. “T- Tommy? What’s wrong? Are you—”

“I’m so sorry. I know it’s late,” Tommy says, and his voice sounds pained. Buck recognizes it immediately. 

“I’m on my way,” he says before Tommy can even ask. 

He finds the spare key under the decorative rock and lets himself in. He finds Tommy curled up on his bed. He finds it incredibly difficult to not climb onto the bed with him, to wrap his arms around Tommy’s body, to kiss across his forehead… 

So he doesn’t fight the urge, and Tommy doesn’t fight the gesture. The next morning Buck does fight the fear of finally just saying what he’s been meaning to say the past year. I miss you. I want you. I love you! Tommy in return fights the flight response— partially, Buck assumes, because they are in Tommy’s house… but he also has to believe Tommy is just as exhausted from this dance around each other and their feelings as he is— and tearfully reciprocates it all. 

They wind up back in Tommy’s bed. He’s still riding the dreaded last waves of the migraine, so he takes his Tylenol… and he drinks his water… and requests his forehead kisses before finally letting himself start to fall asleep. Buck holds him tightly, and he hates that Tommy has migraines… but in that moment— for just a moment— he is a little thankful for them too. 

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[lemin-the-gremlin]

"How are you still alive?"

Me:

[depressedcryptographer]

my eyes are blurry, I have chills and a headache, and I feel like shit, so let’s play a game! Is it…

sickness

migraine

air pressure changes

strep again

psychosomatic (stress)

COVID

flu

infection

or

Something Else?

we will never know because chronic illness means everything is always wrong at the same time!

[rowinisnotonfire]

Can someone tell Phil to keep his migranes to himself pls cause my chronic migranes just came back after being on a 4 month hiatus literally IMMEDIATELY after they posted.

[willowskindaobsessed]

I hate explaining my physical disabilities. People get so worried and it’s honestly more annoying than anything. People get confused. And once someone knows I’m disabled there’s this pressure to always be weak. But I’m not.

I can run and jump. Hell, I love mosh pits. I climb trees and building and anything I can. I can fight and win. My muscles are strong and I love physical labor.

I just also need pills everyday to prevent migraines or constant vomit. I just also need a lot more sleep to function anywhere near the same level. I’m constantly exhausted and if I stand up or walk up some stairs or sit down my heart rate spikes while my head gets light and my body unsteady. I just can’t regulate temperature so I overheat constantly while having a circulation issue that leaves my extremities with no blood flow and thus frozen and unusable. I just have joint pain so bad I can’t take a full exam on paper. I can’t stand properly because I don’t have the muscle in my knees everyone else does. Something always aches, and old injuries never fully heal so if I am up to long the foot that got crushed swells and hurts again while the hip I did something to (still no clue) feels like I’m being stabbed.

[emberuzumaki]

My body’s favorite hobby? Gaslighting me into thinking I’m fine until I move. Then it’s like, ‘Haha, just kidding- suffer’