Every Time Im In Immense Amounts Of Pain Or So Nauseous I Cant Stand Im Thinking Like: "man, This Will

every time im in immense amounts of pain or so nauseous i cant stand im thinking like: "man, this will make for some dope ass descriptions in my next fanfic!!"

it's not enough to watch wrestling and self defense videos as reference. fuck, put me in the game, coach. i need to feel this. punch me in the face. taze me! throw me like a ragdoll. let's go!!!!

it sucked so bad my friend fell asleep not even halfway thru so we didn’t finish it

watching the "monsturd" with my friend. will give updates

ngl it URKS me when people say shit like "non-con" and other watered-down words for rape to make the concept more "digestible" and censorship safe. i am SO sick of seeing the words "unalived", "🍇ed" and other stupid shit on tiktok. imagine being murdered and raped, then left as an unidentifiable corpse in a ditch off the side of a highway just for someone to glorify your assault and water it down to make it more consumable and appealing to their internet audience??? "sex with an underage woman" there's no such fucking thing. that's not an "underage woman" that's a CHILD. its called RAPE. rapists don't deserve politeness and victims deserve validation and recognition for what they've been through.

what the fuck did i just watch

i finally got around to drawing baby bill!

May I please have ❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜ 💕💕💕

Hehe of course <3

(Prompts)

"In here!" Leon calls when he hears the door open, prodding at the scrambled eggs he's cooking for dinner. "I'm making you a five-course meal!"

He can hear the stomp of Chris's feet on the hardwood, an answering grunt just barely audible from down the hall. Leon frowns. It's not like Chris to be so quiet, but maybe he had a bad day at work. Leon turns to smile as he hear the rustle of Chris's footsteps coming closer---only to falter when he sees his husband clutching at the sides of his head with narrowed eyes, grimacing.

"Everything alright? Chris?" Leon asks, quickly turning off the burner and setting his spatula to the side. Chris says nothing, sitting down heavily in a dining chair, and Leon picks up the pace, wiping his hands and moving quickly across the floor.

"S'okay," Chris says through gritted teeth, lifting his head and flinching when the kitchen lights get in his eyes. Leon tuts, shifting to block them with his body. "If I have to think about anything else today, I think my head's gonna explode."

"Migraine?" Leon asks quietly, reaching out to rub Chris's shoulders when he nods. In the years since his injury in Edonia, it's become another challenge for them to deal with, the blindingly-painful, medication-resistant migraines Chris gets whenever the weather changes too dramatically plaguing him with no care as to what he'd planned to do for the day.

"Sorry," Chris says, to which Leon laughs.

"For what? Here, I'll get the ice pack. You okay to head to bed?"

Chris nods mutely, leaning in when Leon pulls him into a hug. They stay like that for a moment before he shuffles off towards the bedroom, and Leon follows after retrieving the new medication the doctor had prescribed a few weeks ago from the medicine cabinet. Chris is sitting on the bed when he enters their room, pants still on but unbuttoned, chest bare.

"Sorry," he murmurs. "Had to take a minute."

Leon hands him the ice pack and clean dishtowel to wrap it in, bending down to shimmy Chris's pants to the floor and helping him get settled on the pillows. He retrieves the wastebasket from the corner of the room and puts it beside the bed just in case the nausea strikes, then pops open Chris's pills and fills up one of the bathroom cups for him to wash it down with.

"Open sesame," Leon says, bringing his hand to Chris's warm lips. He hands Chris the cup, then sits back, patting his knee through the blankets. Chris swallows thickly, then sighs, placing the cup on the bedside table with a sigh. It's already dim this time of year, so he doesn't bother closing the curtains, merely standing up to press a kiss to Chris's temple. Chris's eyes are closed, now, his forehead lined with pain, and the sight puts a pang in Leon's chest. The medications have been helping, at least a little, but there's not much else he can do but wait it out.

"I'm just going to go eat, and then I'll come check up on you," he says quietly. "Need anything else?"

"Love you, baby," Chris mumbles by way of refusal, sinking back against the pillows. He covers his face with a large hand, and Leon takes the opportunity to slink back out into the hallway.

"Love you, too," he murmurs, and slips back towards the kitchen.