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Nessa’s first pride #ally

A few hours later:

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: ใจซ่อนรัก | The Secret of Us (TV 2024)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Lingling Sirilak Kwong/Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong, Lingling Sirilak Kwong & Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong
Characters: Lingling Sirilak Kwong, Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong
Additional Tags: Comedy, Romance, Drama, AU, Boss and employee relationship, Smut, G!P Ling, Girl Penis Ling
Summary:

Orm receives a text message from an unknown number and her sassy reply leads to her finding out she just texted her boss about “dick appointments” unknowingly awakening something between herself and her boss.

This is mainly smut with a plot.

G!P Ling
*You’ve been warned*

pretty pink princess

i’m gaming

Gordini type 16 monoplace GP 1953 - Cité de l'automobile, Collection Schlumpf, Mulhouse, 2020

Miles Teller, Glen Powell, and Danny Ramirez Hospitalized Following Minor Car Accident - Questions Remain About Who Was Driving

On Saturday afternoon it was reported that Miles Teller, Glen Powell and Danny Ramirez were in a minor car accident on their way to San Diego, CA. It left all three Top Gun: Maverick alumni with minor injuries. But the question that we all want to know is — who was the driver?

We reached out to all three’s reps and none have responded to our questions regarding this impending inquiry. We know that the three are close an frequent San Diego, since that’s where their roots form when it comes to their friendship and major career boost. But this might be the very first time that they’ve gotten rowdy to the point that they’re going home with injuries.

While we know two of the three are in relationships or at least seeing another, we haven’t reached out to them or their reps. Could we possibly get a sighting of their ladies visiting them at the hospital or driving them back to LA? We all must keep an eye peeled to see how this all plays out.

@dannyrairezfms @powellglenfame @milestellerfms

had a dream i was leaving school and living w george plantega. he was freaking out about his clothes smelling weird and i told him he overstuffed them in his closet. i began to clean the space we were in and found a wood burning stove and other good stuff. he made me a grilled cheese that had spaghetti in it.

in an earlier dream, i was trying to teach a group of people some choreography to audition to be in a billie eilish music video.

Barry Sheene con Suzuki.

Grok es maravilloso.

My doctor turned off the lights.

Usually, a trip to the general practitioner can be stressful, overwhelming, frustrating, and expensive. You arrive five to ten minutes early, because time management is not your forte and you’re either early or late to everything - and I do mean everything.

You sign in at the desk:
“Yes, that’s my full name.”
“Yes, that’s still my current address.”
“My date of birth is still the same.” (I don’t understand why we need to clarify this every time I check in. It’s not like a birthday can change, can it?)
“Yes, my mobile number ends in those four digits.”

You then take your seat in the mildly uncomfortable chair in the waiting room. No one else is wearing a mask. Someone is coughing, loudly, frequently, and with a lot of phlegm. The lights are incredibly bright, and for some reason they’re blasting Rihanna at a too loud volume over the speakers. Now a child is doing their best impression of a mandrake from TERF literature, an air raid siren, or Present Mic from My Hero Academia. These things may not necessarily bother the neurotypical, but for a person with sensory issues: this is hell.

I wish, sometimes, that it was socially acceptable for me to scream in public. Babies are so privileged, in that sense…

You sit and wait for an indeterminate amount of time. The ladies at the front desk don’t tell you just how far behind the doctor is running, even if you ask. It’s usually at least 45 minutes behind schedule. You understand that sometimes things take longer and people have emergencies - but you just wish that there was transparent communication on the wait time so you could go for a walk or something instead of just sitting here sharing air with people who refuse to mask up despite the fact we are still in a pandemic.

Once you finally get into the doctor’s office - the results may vary. Sometimes you get told that, once again, the tests have been inconclusive so they’re still not sure why you’re in so much pain and maybe it’s all in your head? Sometimes, it’s just a “I need more of my medication that I have always needed, please give me the paper so I can get more of the medication I have always needed, thank you.” Sometimes you get medically gaslit and leave in tears. That’ll be $120.00 for the privilege, thank you.

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I recently changed doctors. Anyone who knows me knows that I am terrible at conflict and will often not stick up for myself in situations where I would definitely stick up for someone else. So this was a big, scary decision for me. God forbid I offend anyone or hurt someone’s feelings, even if I’m paying them to not do their job properly.

After a fourth consecutive bungled attempt by that GP at an Eating Disorder Care Plan (at my own expense, thank you very much) - I bit the bullet and swapped doctors.

At my first session with Dr. D, I wore my dinosaur themed Hawaiian style t-shirt and matching tyrannosaurus rex earrings (just in case the neurodivergence wasn’t obvious enough). I gave her “the run down” of my medical history, my list of medications, and why I had made the decision to change practitioners. I also mentioned that I had previously had diazepam for acute dystonic reactions to medication, and that diazepam also helped with my anxiety and panic attacks. Every time I needed to access diazepam for these things, I had to go to Urgent Care or the Hospital - where you then get treated as a ‘drug-seeker’ (even though you are technically seeking drugs, just for treatment of medical conditions). However, I was aware that this was a medication that was a controlled substance and could be habit forming. She sat, listened, and at the end of this spiel she said, “Maybe it’s the dinosaurs, but I trust you.” She wrote me a prescription for this medication, so that I could take it as needed at home and bypass going to the hospital or urgent care.

Being listened to, believed, and treated is something that I’m not used to.

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I’ve now been seeing Dr. D for about four months. The other day I had an appointment with her, and when I walked in to her office space she turned off the lights.

She flicked the switch, making the room lit only by the light from the window, and turned to me and asked, “Would you feel more comfortable with these off?”

It feels kind of silly to get so emotional about someone turning off the lights in a room. But this was the first time a medical professional had ever made any kind of adjustment for my neurodivergence, and had done so without any prompting. It was so kind and so simple.

It’s such a little thing. Literally just the flick of a switch. But the accommodation and forethought meant so much. So much so, that finding the words is a little difficult (and I make a living out of finding words).

I don’t know if you’ve ever experienced something like this. Feeling seen. Feeling accommodated for. Feeling safe. I hope you have, and - if not - I hope your light switch moment is coming soon.

I’ve been putting off the phone call as works been busy and other reasons

But today’s the day I book a GP appointment to discuss the ultrasound results and endometriosis. I can’t wait for them to push birth control at me whilst I decline

I don’t know if it’s weather being referred to gynaecology? I have symptoms, but i’m very early stage 1 and don’t want birth control, so there’s not much they’ll do probably

There’s too many things to get checked at the doctors and not enough time. Like every part of my body doesn’t work help.

Thank you @knightsweeties for this amazing early birthday gift.

Look how dope these are!

I really hate going to the GP for a lot of reasons but lately the new reason added is that they all seem to just completely forgot how pronouns work in sentences. It’s like “So walk me over your daily routine.” “*Other stuff* and then I get up to feed the cat and sit with her.” “Who is her?” “… The cat…” “Right continue”

Like dude, I just said it was the cat. You CAN assume that everyone is stupid and just not telling you who ‘her’ is, OR YOU CAN USE CONTEXT CLUES! I never said like “Then she plays with her toys and tells me she needs to go to the toilet” or anything that could be human or animal, I just said I sit with her. That obviously implies that she is the cat I JUST mentioned, the only possible thing it could be. They do this type of shit ALL the time! It’s not like when I call my sibling by they them and people assumed I have more than one, THAT is okay bc I see the logic in the confusion. If I said 'and then I get up to feed the cat and sit with the cat’s, that’s too weird for them bc I tried that once AND HE LAUGHED AT ME FOR BEING TOO SPECIFIC! These GPs also laugh at me a lot, I used to think that was a figure of speech but no, they do just laugh at me when I am not doing what they asked correctly bc they didn’t explain.

i can hear myself annoying you and i’m not trying to…no you’re not annoying me you don’t annoy me anymore

Having unknown medical problems can be stressful and annoying, especially when you’re in your 20s, and all a random gp thinks about is that you are drug seeking. I went to a doctor last year and told them about my memory gap and how sometimes I dont feel real and my opinion on things change drastically to a point where I get scared of myself. Only to be told that it sounds stressful, but they were not gonna do anything other than tell me to refer myself(note that doctor was also part of the same clinic) to someone who they garunte probably won’t give me any mood drugs either.

I never mentioned drugs or medicine I asked for support or what I should do. Note that this gp had only just met me, seen me for 20 minutes, and that was that. It’s also not the first time at that gp surgery I’ve had a doctor dismiss my fear, I’ve also had a doctor ask me to continue taking medication that landed me in a&e and not even give a reason.

I’ve changed my GP surgery now, plus have started having someone come in with me to my apointments, and after telling them about my memory loss, I’ve had a CT scan and likely will be having an MRI. It’s just distressing to me that there might be something wrong, and the first person I confided in did not seem to care. It’s distressing that I know this will happen again and has happened before. Why does my Gp or doctor not believe me? I should not have to fight for my right to be given the treatment I need.

mp3 player play Your Ex-Lover is Dead by Stars