which, truthfully, wasn't fully true
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gilver-tblr chirped:
Please please take care of yourself, I saw that post about you feeling like passing out. I know shit can be stressful but there's always time for food

I wish it was just a stress issue haha after I shower I always feel lightheaded because of some physical issue–whether it be just a b12 deficiency, POTS, or postural hypotension–combined with the hot water/steam. I physically cant stand too long or sit up too quickly without feeling dizzy as hell and in cases where I stand up too long (typically ~30 minutes is my limit) I faint. It sucks not having anywhere to sit in the bathroom anymore besides the floor so I just Dont Sit. And then I don’t eat until after my shower which makes it worse and we have no breakfast foods in the room and I cant risk walking or biking and exerting the little energy I have going to the dining hall

It’s been an issue for years, the worst episodes happened in middle school where 1) in my 7th grade chorus class my teacher made us stand on the stands the whole period (40 minutes) and this was early in the morning and I hadn’t eaten breakfast that day, so I pretended to tie my shoe every time I had to sit and i just ended up going down right at the end of class for like…. 5 seconds and then i was back. It was terrifying,,, what 12 year old knows what to do when their vision is blotchy and their ears are ringing (this was before I developed tinnitus agxkshfshjfns) and 2) in 8th grade they didnt let students go to their lockers or first period classes until 7:45 (the final bell rang at 7:57) and on my dads days when I didnt take the bus, hed drop me off at like 7:10 so he could go to work. We had to sit on the floor or stand because of course theres no where to sit. I was yelled at once on a different day for sitting at the empty front desk chair (the teacher didnt sit in it until she shoo’d me off. Bitch). So of course I’m standing for a whole ass 40 minutes and by the time the time to get my stuff comes I’m stumbling down the hall in a crowd of kids with my vision spotting and my ears ringing again and when I turn the hallway corner, I can make out the vague shape of a trash can and stumble into it as my vision got worse and then 5 steps later I reach my locker, touch my lock, and I drop the the floor. Raquel showed up bc her locker was close to mine and she got my stuff for me and brought me to first period italian, which we had together. The sub noticed I was pale as fuck and told me to go to the nurse when I could walk again and by the time I got to the nurse, it was like nothing happened so I DUNNO LOL

When I asked my doctor about it he didnt really say anything, just that it was a hereditary issue because my mom and grandpa both have/had it. I want to go back to the doctor and see what it is because I’m about ready to just say fuck it and get a wheelchair so I can sit down for once

fem-usa:

The Beach City Witch Project - Fan episode coming this fall 

jasker:

*o* moth.. drawn to her flame………… 

nanakobanana:

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In the name of Rose Quartz!

toxicgummy:

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thos porls

They exchanged wary glances, silent. And still, Pearl could hear their fears.

They were thinking that Pearl hadn’t regenerated on her toes, perched like the dancer she used to be, the expert swordsgem she was now. No, she’d regenerated on her hands and knees, crippled. Weak.

They were thinking that Pearl hadn’t taken her time like always. Based on the discarded board game on the coffee table, the darkness outside, the howling of a blizzard, they’d just managed to gather their bearings before she regenerated.

They were thinking what Pearl was thinking: that something had gone very, very wrong. And none of them knew what.

— The Restabilizer, chapter 3 by @wicked-42

I am in love with this fanfiction. It’s perfect. Please read it.

Some nifty Pearl icons collected from the Harmony comic series

Feel free to use, please reblog/like this post if you do! Credit isn’t needed but would be appreciated

drawendo:

Be sure to keep warm this winter

rileys-universe:

crystal temps 2.0 

oathkeeper-of-tarth:

dratthepopulation:

dratthepopulation:

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I need a moment here because I am very !!! currently and Drat just up and murdered me.

This song is the reason why my post-ASPR angst vent fic is called Vessel and Drat is the reason I ever heard of Dry The River in the first place - starting years ago with the Gethsemane lyric comic. Hell, he even warned me he was doing this a while ago but I was still entirely unprepared.

Because damn, this one sure has it all, the hope and disappointment, the could-have-beens, the beautiful, the ugly, the bittersweet, the downright unfair. From “where the truth never seems to be” and the look on Pearl’s face contrasting so vividly with her companions’, really driving home the sinking feeling while also making me think of @meskime‘s exquisite pain-filled fic and bits of that one podcast and the hole Rose never had to dig for herself (and, indeed, inevitably, for both of them) but still did… all the way to “these are my words, this is my mouth”, oof. And all the recurring slight variations on “I don’t want to be a vessel”, and the slow initial progress and precarious slip-sliding of the post-Rose years and “these are my rules, this is my house”, and then the palpable relief of Pearl being rid of the gag order, I’ve wanted to tell you for so long, and finally having the chance to really try to move on and be free of so many (so unfair) burdens.

There is just… A Lot here.