#this is intense

[weirdbabyangelface]

computah, how to slide in moot dm witout being weird

[pricetagofficial]

I forget how brutal Poppy Playtime is until I watch it again.

[midnight-stormm]

The way I can fast forward the vod of sapnap doing the honeycomb challenge but im gonna sit here and experience the anxiety and tightness in my stomach.

*he passed, phew *

[faery-wraith]

im so glad i paid for beacon so i can pause and go for a fucking walk

[matt-berry-franz-liszt]

Hyuna, theres something i need to confess. She was secretly rehearsing her death every night. And i knew, but i pretended not to. Maybe I just wasn't as desperate for her. I know my love is differeng from yours. But its loves too, who could really blame me? If you'd seen the look on the face you wouldn't be able to judge me also

-----Out-time 🙅🏻‍♀️------

I get the reference. I also get what you have said to @chopinski-official the other day.

To you: I’ve read your words more than once today. Slowly, carefully. I let each sentence sit with me before I moved on to the next.

Because I didn’t want to just hear you. I wanted to understand you. And I do.

You knew.

You saw the rehearsal. And still, you stayed still. I’ve turned that over in my mind so many times, wondering what silence meant to you.

Now I know. It wasn’t emptiness. It was fear, or uncertainty, or maybe even love in its most unsure form.

I won’t lie: When I first realized how much you had noticed, and how little you had said,I was angry.

Because I was screaming alone, and I thought you were somewhere far away from us. Detached. Safe.

But now I see: you were right there. You were just quiet.

You’re right: Your love was different. It didn’t come with noise or resistance or open hands. It came with watching. With hoping. With a kind of reverence that, maybe, kept you from stepping in.

And maybe she needed something louder. More desperate. More unafraid of making a mess.

But your love was still real. I know that now. I don’t think any of us were enough for her, not really. Not because we didn’t love her, but because love, even when it’s full to the brim, can’t always reach someone who’s already walking toward the door.

So no. I’m not here to judge you. Not anymore.

Maybe the only thing that matters now is that she was loved somehow, in whatever languages.

So thank you for telling me. And thank you for carrying her, still.

Luka, live with love. And don't torture yourself so often. Let it happen. Tell them, not me or Hyuna. You know who I mean.

Please feel free to write anytime you like, even anon. I hear you. Otherwise, you know how to find me elsewhere. ❤️‍🩹

----In-time----

[pastelnightgale]

Does she want Vi to kill Cait?

[bearsinpotatosacks]

Evolved a fic idea yesterday from a simple, Eva’s sick, Richie argues with Carmy and leaves to take care of her anyway fic to a longer one that's making my whumpy heart leap.

Tiff and Frank are out of town for his sister’s wedding. Carmy already didn’t let Richie have this Saturday off because "we have a shift schedule for a reason, you’re off every other Saturday already," so he's dropping her off at a friend's for a sleepover.

He gets a call from the mum at midday saying Eva’s been sick. He races over there to pick her up despite what Carmy says and fully prepares to just drive home but realises he left some of his things in his locker in his panic to leave.

When he gets back, he sets Eva down, goes to get his things, and gets in another argument with Carmy because he's not letting him leave, he doesn’t get why Tiff’s parents can't have her. Richie flips out, telling Carmy that his daughter is infinitely more important to him than this restaurant, that he'd set it on fire to make sure she was okay.

He takes her home, promising to make her Galushki like his grandma made him when he was sick, and tells Carmy he'll see him on Tuesday.

Eva doesn't get better. Richie’s trying hard not to panic, getting her to eat little bits, keep her fluids up even when she throws it up, her fever doesn't break. She's sick in the night, Richie’s reminded of Mikey’s bad nights as he cleans it up, and holds her through nightmares when she sleeps in his bed.

It's only in the morning, when she’d talking to Mikey, and has a rash that doesn't go away when he rolls a glass on it that he gets worried. He's getting up to call her doctor when she slumps on the sofa and starts seizing and he fully freaks out, shaking her, asking her to wake up, please Eva, baby, wake up.

He picks her up, grabs her sleepover bag and some essentials and speeds his way to the hospital where he carries her to the triage nurse trying not to cry and throw up begging her to do something because his baby girls way more sick than he thought.

They check her out, take some bloods, do a throat swab and even do a lumbar puncture that has Richie desperately trying not to cry as Eva cries all the way through. She's started on IV antibiotics and moved to her own room in the ER while they wait for a room in the paediatrics unit.

Richie calls Tiff, she and Frank are on the next flight home. They get the results soon after, she has meningococcal disease, a kind of meningitis. He's confused, she's had all her vaccines. The doctor explains there's a low chance with all vaccines that you get catch the disease, and that if she’s been in a communal space recently she has more of a chance. He mentions how she went to ballet camp recently.

Richie updates the work group chat. They’re all panicked. Eva gets a room and Tiff arrives. Eva gets a scan on her head to see if there’s any damage. There isn't any and they have to go home when visiting hours are over. Richie, 3 Xanax in, has a horrific panic attack when he gets home, and gets no sleep.

The Bear crew show up with food and support, but Richie tells them to keep their distance as it's very contagious. He cries to Tina about how he keeps thinking about how small she was in the bed, how scared she must've been all night alone, about the high mortality rate.

He doesn't go into work for the week she’s in hospital, Carmy forcibly keeps him off anf apologises, he wants to visit but they're limiting contact. They go home, after she has lots of tests to see if there’s any permanent affects. There are none. Eva doesn't like doctors for a long time, Richie hates hospitals but buys a thank you gift for the entire team who looked after her and is terrified to let Eva out of his sight