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"Just...accept your fate.." --------------------------- Tw: Blood, stitches and needles (syringes).

Oogh the second vaccine is hitting I think...

HRT INJECTION TIPS!

Just did my T injection, and I wanna share some things that I find useful! I usually do my own shots, so some of this might not apply if you have someone else do it, but hopefully some of it will help anyway. Have something to remind you about your schedule! I have my injection dates marked on my calendar. I'm super bad at remembering timing and dates, and I would miss stuff like this all the time without an actual reminder I could look at. The one I've just done was actually a day late, because I just looked and realized I was supposed to do it yesterday. I have all the stuff I need for it in one place. Med vials, needles, disinfectant, Band-Aids, sharps box, ect. Makes it easy to keep track of. If you have trouble remembering all the steps, write yourself a list! I'm familiar enough with the process that don't always need it, but I still forget to z-track sometimes. Pop a painkiller half an hour before hand. It helps. I've gotten in the habit of doing this, but I was in a rush for my last one, and just did it without the Tylenol. And there's definitely a difference! Even with a painkiller, you'll still feel it, but it dulls it down just enough to make it easier. If you're over or even close to 200lbs, make sure you're getting a longer needle. An IM injection needs to get all the way down through your body fat and into your muscle tissue. Using a needle that isn't long enough will result in more medication leaking, less effective absorption into your tissues, and a more painful injection site afterword's. I use inch and a quarter needles. One inch works, but not as well, and three quarter inch is way to short. You can ask for different lengths at the pharmacy. If you've never done this type of shot before, and/or are nervous about using a longer needle, it might be surprising to learn that you can usually only feel the first quarter inch or so after piercing the skin. Once you've gotten down through the Hypodermis, there are way fewer nerve endings, and you'll barely be able to feel the needle at all. I usually do my own injections, and I've only had to get help with it because I balked once. But I have to fight with the instinctual "NO WANT STAB SELF" feeling every single time, and there's a lot of stuff that makes it easier. I can work myself up to start fairly easily, but the hardest part is AFTER I break the top layer of skin. I almost always get the needle just far enough in that the pain registers, and THEN the self preservation reflex tries to kick in.

This is why painkillers can be so useful. They slow down the pain signal enough for me to make it slightly deeper, and by that point, I'm almost always in past the point where the sensation stops. The one time I had to get help, it was because I had just barely pierced the skin and then pulled out several times in a row, and the mental block strengthened until I couldn't make another attempt. If you can brace yourself long enough to get that first quarter inch, the rest is much easier. If you have trouble pushing down the plunger for the actual injection, try asking the pharmacy for different syringes. I've tried out several kinds, and some are definitely way easier than others. One type I was given was so hard to push down that I lost most of a dose because I pulled the whole needle out while trying to depress the plunger. I'm fortunate enough to not have any allergies that interfere with my shots. But I've heard a lot of stuff from people who do, so I'll pass it on. The injection should hurt a bit, and might be sore for a day or so afterword's, but it should NOT be excruciating. It should also not swell, turn red, itch, or burn anywhere around the injection site. If it hurts a lot or starts acting weird, you might have done it wrong, gotten an infection, or be allergic to something you're using. Some people can have allergies to the oil used as a base for the hormones, the adhesives on bandages, or the needles themselves. Most injection needles have nickel in them. If you have reactions to piercings/jewelry, the needle might be a problem for you. Fortunately, you can usually swap out whatever's causing the problem for an alternative. There are several types of oil used for the injections, so you should be able to request one that won't cause a reaction. And nickel free needles are available. Feel free to add onto this! I'd love to hear anything people think might be helpful.

Fallout 4 + aesthetics // John Hancock

“Goodneighbor’s of the people, for the people, you feel me? Everyone’s welcome.”

TW mention of needles

Mmmmnnggghh if yall were wondering why I tell yall not to tag me in needle stuff I have a good answer

I just had to check my blood sugar and I panicked so bad seeing the needle I decided to just st@b my finger with it instead of clicking the needle button and I was so scared I passed out

How does Peter spankoffski do this

content warnings for: drug use, blood, needles, death

WOW!!! I finally got the chance to read this and I love your writing style so much!!! This left so many more questions then answers and I’m so excited to continue the story to find out how everything is going to play out!!

I really can’t wait to find out more of the members backstories + like, how the reader will come to find out about them aswell <333

The World You See | Prologue | Yoongi | BTS OT7 x Reader Fanfiction

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CONTENT WARNING

This story has explicit descriptions of death, drug use, alcohol use, addiction, sex, language, mental illness, suicide, and other possibly triggering content.

If this will effect your well being in ANY WAY, PLEASE DO NOT READ!

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ABOUT

Genre ☆ Fantasy / Romance (Fanfiction)

Rating ☆ Mature (18+ Minors DNI)

Pairing ☆ BTS OT7 x Reader

Story Type ☆ Angel BTS (AU)

SUMMARY

You've always seen the world a bit differently than others. It was like your magic power. And maybe that was why only you could see the lights that night. The big, astronomical explosion of lights that rained down to earth in colors you had never known to have existed until now. Little did you know about a divine destiny beyond your wildest dreams, and seven angelic beings brought down from heaven to guide you.

Apparently, the world is ending, and they're convinced that you're the one to save it. All you have to do, is figure out how.

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Blackness.

Interrupted by the opening of a door. Light seeped through the cracks, casting a fluorescent trail that stretched long on the floor as a lanky figure burst inside; disheveled and angry, an aura of gloom stalked behind him. The entrance fell closed with a gentle clack, any light from outside eclipsed by the room's darkness.

A hooded man in a raincoat stumbled through obscurity, falling into things loudly as he searched amidst the darkness. His hands scaled the wall--desperate, slapping its cold, stony surface in search of a certain place.

Not long had passed when his fingers brushed a smooth steel handle, the metal cold to the touch. Without any hesitation, the man yanked it forward, launching himself over the threshold and into his empty bathroom.

A dismal atmosphere, the smell of bleach and toilet cleaner wafted through the air.

It's been a rough night--Min Yoongi'd wager the worst night, and a suppressed sickness had built up in his gut.

Throwing on the lights, Yoongi practically threw himself at the toilet, keeling over and retching into the water below. Veins popped from his arms as he steadied above the bowl, emptying his stomach contents. Praying for a hasty finish.

He hated puking by the sheer inconvenience of it, the way it felt, how it left a foul flavor on the tongue, bitter and tart. The vulnerable, clamminess as acid burned his throat. Oh, and the smell--Yoongi despised that most of all; the sickly, vile aroma that hung around like an unwanted guest. Arguably the grossest bodily function.

Lucky for him though, it was over in minutes. His body graciously prioritizing relief, a blessing compared to the times he was forced to suffer instead. At least, he was grateful for that.

Yoongi hovered there for a moment, allowing his body time to catch up. He spat a couple times, cleaning his mouth of any chunks, then wiped the extra drool with his hands. When the circulation returned to his brain, Yoongi straightened his stance--a bit dizzy at first, and looked in the mirror above the bathroom sink.

The reflected clock behind him read 11:55 p.m.

Hood now fallen away, the face that had been shielded now stared back at him hauntingly.

Yoongi's skin was pasty and a cold layer of sweat shimmered damp on his brow. Shadows cradled the underside of his eyelids and his long, jet black hair clung to his face like glue. Even he was shocked by his own visage, so gaunt and hollow...

...and bloody?

"Oh shhhit.." Three large smears of red ran down Yoongi's lower lip, catching his attention. The marks looked like vertical slashes, as if claws had torn his flesh, though faded and dull in color.

Quickly, he looked at his hands, eyes widening, pulse rocketing. Heart hammering against his ribcage.

Badum, badum.

In a panic, the man removed his raincoat and tossed it to the corner, the snout of a dragon tattoo exposed on his neck. Eyes locked with his reflection, Yoongi swallowed thickly, nervously. Then, he dropped his gaze to his arms, mostly bare in the black t-shirt he wore underneath. A shallow gasp puffed from his chest.

There was so much blood.

Spreading up his wrists and all the way to his bicep, Yoongi was a vision of horror, like something straight out of the movies.

The blood smeared in a unique way, resembling hand-prints and human scratch marks. The man groaned, flipping his hands forward and back as his eyes scanned the extent of the gore.

"Oh fuck."

Yoongi bowed his head and frantically turned the faucet, shoving his hands under icy-cold water. He splashed the rest of his arms and face in hurried, wasteful motions, not caring that half the water missed, and flooded the floor instead.

He just wanted to be clean.

Clean of him.

Gazing back at his reflection, it were as if the mirror Yoongi was judging his him. Questioning the validity of his actions and waiting, impatient for an explanation.

"I thought you were a professional, how could you be so stupid, Min Yoongi?" It begged to him."You don't makemistakes like this, Min Yoongi. Just because it was him, doesn't give you permission to be sloppy. They didn't train you to be sloppy, Min Yoongi. You're completely fucked, Min Yoongi!"

A lump lodged deep in his throat, impossible to swallow, and the feeling of sickness returned.

It took Yoongi a minute to realize that he'd started to hyperventilate. Short, shallow breaths heaved from his lungs, making him light-headed as the rapid intake of oxygen gave him tunnel vision.

Thoughts proved difficult to form, though the man was aware of the trouble he was in. A panic attack was the last thing he needed to deal with right now.

Yoongi gripped the cold, porcelain sides of the bathroom sink tightly, grounding himself. Trying to snap out of it.

"Get a hold of yourself, idiot." He thought."Now's not the time." There were more important things to attend to.

Like making a fallback plan... and a fallback plan for the fallback plan.

But first he needed a clear head, a little... creative intensive. Something to ease his mind from the anxiety, because in no way did that offer him clarity or focus. Focus.

He had to focus.

Grabbing for the mirror, Yoongi tugged it off the wall to reveal a large, hidden divot. A secret hole, for his secret things. Things that had to stay secret, else he'd suffer the wrath of his country. Careful to not drop anything, he gently placed each item in the sink, eyelashes casting a somber shade beneath his lids.

An elastic band, a spoon, a box of matches, a bag of brown colored powder, and a syringe. The items looked innocent enough by themselves, however, when mixed just right, they possessed the exceptional ability to seduce the mind in deliciously, toxic ways.

And right now, he craved to be seduced.

Cooking the ingredients together was second nature to Yoongi, his pink tongue poked out in concentration as he effortlessly enacted each step.

Powder goes in the spoon, spoon goes over the fire, fire melts the powder into liquid, and the liquid gets sucked up by the syringe-- a murky, ugly brown liquid. And just a little more than before.

All done.

Everything will be okay now.

It'll all work out.

"It'll all work out"

Yoongi repeated that phrase like a mantra, soothing himself, before tying the elastic around his bicep and plunging the needle deep into his vein.

Stepping back towards the wall, the black haired man slid into a seated position, one knee bent and eyes fluttering shut. He exhaled serenely, reveling as his heart rate slowed and the dopamine came crashing in. The cool bathroom tile felt pleasant on his skin, a balance of cold to hot that brought about a sense of calm.

With his head resting comfortably against the wall, Yoongi arched his neck to stare at the ceiling, onyx eyes dilating just as a black hole expands against the universe. There was nothing he could compare to a sensation like this. The utter ecstasy of it proved inexplicable but, suddenly current situations didn't seem so crucial.

He could just drift, existing, yet free of human conditions. Sallow lips lifted at the corners, clearly enjoying the euphoric rush.

It was bliss.

Or...

He thought it was, but...

Hold on.

"Ugh.." The man flinched, features contorting to one of discomfort as he wrapped an arm around his abdomen.

It took a second but, Yoongi's system quickly began to register the presence of something foreign, threatening. There was an unusual fatigue settling, one that made him woozy, and his head had begun to spin at an abnormal speed. And then his muscles fell heavy, sluggish--a numbness overtaking all perception of feeling.

When the man attempted to move, it was like a magnet held him in place."The hell.. is... happening..."

He couldn't give reason to his symptoms, knowing inside and out what an overdose felt like. This wasn't it. This was something else. Something malicious, as if intentionally placed, a predetermined means of killing him off, but for what?

Then, it dawned on him. However, much too late by now. "Shit."

They did this.

Eyes wide, he began to convulse. The drug sedating him to the extent that, even as he seized, the movements lacked violence. Just little spastic jolts as his nerves were attacked. Helpless to do anything really, Yoongi's face almost looked... amused. A minute smirk tugged at his lips as he considered the humor of it all.

"Those bastards..." He managed with a despondent laugh. He should have predicted it, though never in a million years did he anticipate such a fast retaliation.

He thought he could just leave, put the past behind him and throw away the key.

As if they'd let him.

How foolish he was.

How truly foolish.

The man glanced up, black hair falling around his eyes, the bathroom clock now right above his head. Tick, tock, tick, tock. The ticking of the second hand provided him a sense of company as he waited for... well whatever was next. 11:58 p.m.

In an odd way, Yoongi felt relief. Not from the idea of death, no. He didn't want to die, but then again, no one truly does. There was merely something... freeing in the fact that he no longer owed the world anything. No longer owed them anything. Although it had been naive of him to assume a different way out.

Tick, tock, tick, tock. 11:59 p.m.

Yoongi had regrets, of course. The things he'd done, the people he'd hurt. People he'd killed. A killer. A junkie. He was a killer and a junkie.

A shell of a human.

A weapon.

Even though he'd deluded that his hand had been forced, most of Yoongi knew that lie stank of shit. There had been choices he made, paths he walked down, and every single one chosen by his own volition. He alone held that gun, and he alone pulled the trigger.

But at least he tried to get out. At least he felt remorse.

Min Yoongi was not a good person. However maybe, if life had dealt him different cards, he'd have been a decent one. Tick, tock, tick, tock.

0:00 a.m.

Without warning, a room once incredibly bleak burst with a colorful, magic light, radiating in shades beyond imagination. Perfect, other worldly light, that soaked the darkness up like a sponge, leaving behind nothing but the sensation of warmth.

Yoongi's lips parted in awe. Perhaps it was a hallucination, some narcotic, in-flight entertainment as his brain deteriorated, shutting down forever.

Not that he minded--real or not, it was a pretty way to leave this earth. Better than what he deserved, anyway. The marvelous colors refracted his irises, spinning the black orbs in brilliant streaks of pigment--an intentional design.

As if shaping a galaxy.

Motionless, the man listened as gentle whispers encompassed his ears, barely audible, hushed and many, overlapping each other in tongues. Sentences beyond gibberish were impossible to discern. Even so, by some fate, Yoongi understood exactly what was being said, or rather he felt it.

Then, one very distinguished voice presented above the rest, offering him a trade. Yoongi, hardly conscious by now, tried to explain that he had very little to give. Nothing of eminent value. No riches, no possessions, perhaps not even a soul. There was just himself, and everything that he is.

Apparently, that was enough.

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my semester-long werewolf series is complete! thank you all for staying along for the ride while i made them. all images are ink and colored pencil on 15 x 22 inch multimedia paper. all titles are in the image IDs.

inspired by this post by @fruitblush

want this design? get it here

I KNOW vaccines are vital, but I have some weird maybe trauma connected to needles and I have not gotten a shot ever in my life without crying. I managed to get my flu shot last year with only one tear falling so I’m getting better

drew this a few months ago , in my head what crona is saying in response was meant to be like a bit of an insult , like they get dizzy seeing ragnarok but i dont think it was well executed

“you’re welcome, I don’t mind sharing bacon with others.” Vanny smile at snatcher, she couldn’t help but chuckle a bit due to how snatcher, it rather nice to see snatcher’s being themselves, it rather nice at least being able to talk to them, it nice to at least share bacon with them knowing full well what each of the snatchers have to go through especially when their vanessa literally banned bacon just because it their favorite food. Honestly vanny couldn’t help but groan internally and asking herself what each of the vanessa were thinking, just because the prince give more attention doesn’t mean it bad. Vanny glance at the result of the now fixed child arm. “You along with the others snatcher i know of are very talented on these kind of things.” Vanny commented as she glance at the result as she sway her tail. “I try tailoring by myself with the help of snatcher but I manage to stab my fingers with the said needle, you guys make it look easy.”

Wrathful Wraith--Open AHIT RP

Snatcher, in human form, quietly floated through Subcon Forest, eyes and ears wide open as he looked around for the interloper. Hopefully, the runaway soul he’d seen wouldn’t recognize him in his more human form as Prince Charles and this could be resolved without too much of an issue.

…with any luck.

In any case, the ghost tried to put his guilt and shame at what the soul had said, and the situation in general, aside–what was important was getting them to move on…especially before they got too out of control and the forest…or his kids, got hurt.

Hearing a nearby noise, Snatcher quickly turned around to see who was there, whether it be the runaway soul, or someone, or something, else.

Make that man suffer mwednesday with my friend @gordoodlez's Culo

[Click for quality, closeups under cut because screenshotting on whiteboard is Not the best]

+ sketch as a bonus. Lyrics from Chelovek by GHOST and Pals

GORETOBER DAY 4: STITCHES

More splatoon weapons because I'm full of ideas i wanna get out

(Exposition below)

For those who want to engage in turf war but can't seem to afford most of its weapons, your next best bet is Mr. Eel. Who is Mr. Eel? No one really knows for sure. He's rumoured to work in a junkyard where trash from big cities accumulate to the brim. He fishes up the best materials he can use and crafts weapons from them and distributes them at the lowest prices possible. Don't expect his stuff to be of the best (and safest) quality— but it's cheap, and it sure as hell works.

This is the third fanbrand I've made so far. Not really a brand? But who cares

i see cool outfit on pintrest, i draw it 

Tw:Gun, needle/syringe, eye contact, boby horror(?)

More Care Bear Stuffs!!!

PATHOLOGICAL FACADE

I'm trying to make something uwu

nothing worse than when the person drawing your blood fails the medicine AND sleight of hand check