hi guys. i just wanted to let y’all know that i’m going to take a sort of break from tumblr. after visiting my doctor over my upper gi results i found out i had an abnormal amount of acid in my system (up to my throat!) and she wants to further investigate with an endoscopy. i’m also going through an ultrasound and prob eventual scope to see if i have interstitial cystitis. the thing is that both of these things are hella dependent on stress and anxiety levels (i still can’t believe a bladder is affected by stress). both of my specialist appointments are in two fucking months and i’ve been suffering horribly with nausea, bladder spasms, and a touchy appetite for the past three-ish months. i need to take care of myself and it hurts to say it but tumblr hasn’t been helping lately.
the thing is i do want to write and don’t plan on dropping anything, but i just can’t figure out yet how to do that and manage my anxiety. i wanted to let u sweet friends know instead of just ding-dong ditching this blog. i’ll prob check my ims every so often and def will post any new preacher content if i see it, but my primary base of operations is discord right now so if you don’t have me added, please hmu. take care guys love u.
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happy lesbian visibility day from your local dyke
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while I appreciate all the lovely messages and comments on lesbian visibility day, please do consider donating or supporting to lgbtq+ foundations and lgbt shelters! I’ll link some organisations that I personally support but there are many more. if you want to help in your community, just research places that help LGBTQ+ people who are homeless or in need etc.
LGBT business forums
Transgender Law Center
Warsaw PRIDE 2019
Human Rights Campaign
LGBT fudners
Trinity Place Shelter
okay but we haven’t seen any pictures of ruth negga for ages like is she happy is she doing good is she flourishing and also is she still doing a movie w/ brad pitt and another movie w/ tessa thompson thanks
can someone explain how dominic cooper pulls off “sexy” and “goofy asf” at the same time thanks
shelter - protect them.
whether it is confidence or the blazing sun rolling off of her skin is uncertain. what is certain, however, is that tulip o’hare is now something she reckons josh has never seen before; real mad. there’s none of her coy smiles or teasing remarks as she stands, her back to the prone bounty hunter. her jaw is crooked in a scowl, eyes devoid of mirth. at this point, there is no use for conversation. these men want randall dead. tulip, however, wants him alive and it’s a confusing revelation that she’ll chew on later. it’s a proper standoff, but o’hare isn’t worried; she’s better than these one-nut novices. the shots seem to ring out before any man can process her revolver is out of her holster, tulip slamming down on the hammer after each shot. the men go down, but one had almost gotten a shot on them, his gun shooting off once as he crumbles. his bullet takes a good hunk of her earlobe with him, but she doesn’t much feel it, adrenaline and all.
“—guess you owe me one now, randall.”
@vampirecrack for high-school shenanigans
“HEY,” with little eloquence, she kicks a leg of the desk in front of her. “uh .... sookie, that’s it. was just wondering why you let those assholes speak t’you like that, but then i heard you mutter somethin’. cast a curse on ‘em?” her smile seems sincere, albeit hampered by the slight frostiness to her eyes.
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“—you look like you wanna fight the whole world and while i ...” a modest bob of her head, a soft huff of laughter, “... like, resonate or whatever with that, you’re somehow in my goddamn drop-off zone. you lookin’ for drugs? i ain’t the woman to deal with. ‘m more like the package carrier.”
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so after an upper gi last week i found out that i’ve been getting sick the past few months bc my stomach has a ton of acid in it and a hiatal hernia so that’s wonderful bc i can finally get help and meds but i looked into seeing a specialist about constantly getting bladder infections and i can’t see them until j u l y. do specialists get backed up like this in just the us or is this an issue for other countries too?
i called around and got in thIS MONDAY to see a specialist holy hell i am so relieved
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so after an upper gi last week i found out that i’ve been getting sick the past few months bc my stomach has a ton of acid in it and a hiatal hernia so that’s wonderful bc i can finally get help and meds but i looked into seeing a specialist about constantly getting bladder infections and i can’t see them until j u l y. do specialists get backed up like this in just the us or is this an issue for other countries too?
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i just remembered ruth made dom and joe an easter roast while they were filming season 2 and i still can’t get over how precious that is tbh
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❝ God rides a motorcycle, too? ❞ Sookie wanted to be open minded enough to think that that was pretty cool of God - on a bike with a girl, but he was also in a dog outfit and the whole thing was just pretty freaking weird, even for her ! The good Christian girl in her cringed at hearing Tulip call him a dick, so she just daringly asked, ❝ Why do you say that? I thought he was supposed to be, you know…holy. Holier than thou. ❞
“—yeah, but men who ride motorcycles are pussies and that’s what he is. a dick and a pussy, sookie, let me tell you,” tulip gives an exasperated shake of her head, “he ever do anything good for you? ‘cos he never did no good for me, and when i met him, he was just as damn condescending as i thought he was. why isn’t he, y’know, ending WORLD HUNGER and assholes who grab our asses when we never ask for it?” tulip shifts her jaw from side-to-side, eyes narrowing as she looks off past sookie for a moment, “he was all holy and stuff at first, i guess, but it was a dumb act to make me feel special. y’know why he wanted my help? ‘cos he knew i’d mess up and ruin everything ‘s what he said. god’s a dick.”
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❝ no, that was ‘cause you felt bad for me. like i needed cheerin’ up ? ❞ his tone is not mean but it’s no longer GENTLE, more accusatory. sharp. she knows him, knows what this means for him, shoulda known better than to treat him like something he ain’t ━ something WEAK & breakable : jesse custer survived angelville on his own, he doesn’t need her hugging his chest while he cries ━ but at the same time, he sure enjoyed her attentions, enjoyed every stroke of her tongue & the privilege she’s granted him of shootin’ on her tits that made the whole thing even better. & not just because it’s been years since she knelt before him but because he did really, truly need it, after all. the feeling of DREAD’s never entirely left him since he drove her car down the endless oak alley leading to the wretched plantation, the sickening sense of suffocation. ❝ but i don’t. it’s been a long time, tulip. ❞
hands rest up on his hips, gaze low till he turns & takes a few steps away form her toward the center of the room, hoping the SHAME will leave his cheeks, his gut, his soul. ❝ an’ you couldnta done shit ‘bout it, either, they just… woulda used you to hurt me more. ❞ JODY’LL PAY, that’s for goddamn sure, but all those years have taught him patience, far as vengeance is concerned. years worth of plotting the most brutal payback a custer can fathom ; & neither he nor they shall be disappointed when hell breaks loose. if only he could get 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐒 back ! he stands still, eyes roaming about the attic that’d served as his mama’s bedroom before being forcefully passed on to him, not granting tulip more than a fleeting glance, discomfort clear enough to confirm his lack of will to linger on the CASKET topic for so long.
it’s a rare thing for tulip o’hare to let so many things slide, especially when those things PISS HER OFF like jody, or hurt her heart, like jesse’s humiliation over her blowing him. as much as she’s able to slip into impulsive tirades and stubborn arguments, she’s able to cool her jets to stop and see what’s right in front of her. jesse custer, stuck in his own between-life-and-death hell, but alive to feel everything harder, to relive every bad thing done to him here, trying his best to stand up straight and take things like a tough motherfucker. she gives him his space, but only for a few moments, her footfalls light as she places a hand on his shoulder, “—hey,” it’s the same kind of eloquence jesse has when attempting to comfort her, but it’s always worked (he’s the best comforter she knows even though she’d never tell him). “so what, jesse. i blew you. the most t.c could get to willingly let him stick his dick in is a mouse-trap and jody?” she gives a sharp, heated exhale, “don’t get me started, but that man? he’s just a schoolyard bully, but bigger and ... with guns and shit.”
determined, tulip lifts her hand to cup jesse’s cheek, other hand firm on his shoulder, lest he try to walk away again, “i don’t know all’a what he did to you, but he sure as hell can bleed. you’ve taken down big guys before, did it that one time in reno with your hands tied behind your back. these people here, what they did to you was real bad jesse, but you ain’t a boy anymore. ‘n even though ... genesis could’a put this to a quick end, you aren’t as stuck as you think you are. the old lady ... yeah, she’s got a FREAKY way of knowing most’a what’s going on, but she doesn’t know what’s going on up here and she probably thinks you ain’t shit to worry about without genesis, but you’re REAL SHIT, jesse.” with a sigh, tulip’s brow furls; she knows most of what she says could easily be debunked by jesse, but she means every word of it. with both hands, she gives him a gentle push towards the musky bed they’ve been sharing. “sit down,” once he complies, tulip seats herself behind him. as rare as sucking his dick is for her, this is almost unheard of. still, her hand knead hard at his broad shoulders, palms rolling into his back. “—it’s different now here ‘cos you got me and i’m not gonna let no-one casket you ‘cos i have your back, jesse. i don’t feel sorry for you. never felt sorry for myself neither ... it’s just ...” she pauses, teeth lightly sinking into her lower lip as she thinks, “having your back means making you feel good when you’re feelin’ shitty, right? so getting that information from t.c made it real clear why you hate this place and these people. a’course i’m gonna blow you, jesse custer. you think THE DUKE would ever disagree with a blowjob? would never blow the duke, but he’d take it and he’d say ‘well, thanks, i’m gon’ go kick some ass now,’ you got somethin’ better, though, jesse, ‘cos the women sucking the duke’s dick never knew how to make a bomb outta fertilizer and they never had his back in a fight. me?” tulip gives a modest, self-assured grin, “’m gonna have your back ‘till the end’a the world, boy. you can try t’kick me off, but i ain’t letting go.”
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the man can’t believe her. the contrast in their COPING has been drastic, of course, her pretending nothing had happened, him stuck in the same dreary day every week, month, year. he’s wanted to comment upon it, how fake she truly looked, but kept the thought to himself, focused on reggie’s distractions & pointless rants. at least they smoked good weed ! the grip is firm but the strength slackens, pack held within his grasp, unable to form a word as the truth STRIKES. ( O’HARES CAN’T BE TRUSTED, SON. ALL THEY DO IS MESS WITH YOUR HEAD. SHE HAD TO GO ). ❝ i wasn’t fit for it ? why, ‘cause i haven’t cut my hair in awhile ? an’ that makes you so much better’n me ? with your your fine clothes an’ your makeup an’ your ‘job’ ?! but you been lyin’ to me for months. years, maybe. made me think you were done with dany an’ all her shit ! ❞ anger seeps through the cracks, LIFE returning to his cheeks, eyes shining with spite, disgust, betrayal, disappointment. ❝ but regardless of how i’ve been acting, you had no right to take away my choice just ‘cause you thought i wasn’t fit. made me believe every goddamn night… even PRAYED with me !! ❞ the bag is tossed at her. she JUDGES him when she’s been acting all the more twisted. ❝ how long were you plannin’ to go on like this ? ❞
tulip knew there was no scenario, no way, no how that this would go smoothly. as much as she failed to think things through and rely on her instincts for sporadic fix-its (jesse was always the one to suggest they ‘think things through a little better’), she didn’t reckon that anyone would take this sorta betrayal with grace. thing is, she didn’t account for how deep jesse custer’s understanding of her was. despite his dead gazes and heavy movements, he was still jesse custer, still her guy who knew so many things about her that she’d never let anyone else in on, knew just where to hurt her the most. there’s no fight in her posture as his comments sear into her ears; it’s a rarity, really. tulip takes it, though, trying so hard to contain the guilt, the shame, the pain his spurred retorts leave. it’s a bullshit attempt; her eyes are wide, gleaming towards his. she barely feels herself catch the bag he throws, stomach churning from the disgust in his gaze, the twisting snarl in his voice. tulip’s never had a problem with hurting people before. they usually deserved it, or they were people she’d never see again, but this is jesse custer. he’s not the same jesse custer, but the history between them stands solid. “—don’t know,” her blunt answer is given with no eye contact, gaze sweeping towards the window, the bible crudely propping it open. slowly, her gaze narrows, brings itself back to view him with cold regard, “when were you plannin’ on MANNING UP?” she knows where it hurts too. questioning his masculinity has always been up there in the ‘MAKE JESSE MAD, LIKE REALLY MAD’ list with bringing up his daddy. it’s the essence of jesse custer, being a manly-ass man, just like john wayne.