NERVE ITCH

I didn’t know a train could be an eldritch horror, but here we are.

The Call of C'thchoochoo.

No matter how progressive or well-read you are, there are always going to be moments in your life where somebody pushes back against something that's so culturally ingrained you never even considered it before. And you'll say "Huh, it never occurred to me to challenge this but you're right" and that doesn't mean you were "morally toxic" before, it means you're a non-omniscient human capable of growth.

“If you deny any affinity with another person or kind of person, if you declare it to be wholly different from yourself—as men have done to women, and class has done to class, and nation has done to nation—you may hate it, or deify it, but in either case you have denied its spiritual equality, and its human reality. You have made it into a thing, to which the only possible relationship is a power relationship. And thus you have fatally impoverished your own reality.” Ursula K. Le Guin "American SF and The Other" in Science-Fiction Studies 7, 1975.

man sometimes friendship really is just "I saw this and knew it would give you psychic damage. please respond with agony" and then they do. and it's great

one moment ☝️ *pauses the blowjob to start violently coughing up blood*

@muffichka fic prompt

guys trust me your ocs are 120% prettier when they're beaten and bruised and one step away from death's door as they're left alone in the rain

Staring at the Sun (45020 words) by Nerve_Itch Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov Characters: Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Ottawa Centaurs - Character, Montreal Voyageurs | Montreal Metros Team Ensemble (Game Changers) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst, Hockey Injuries, hypoxia, Hospitalisation, Montreal Voyageurs | Montreal Metros Being Assholes (Game Changers), Shane Hollander's feral revenge spree, Breathplay, both the fun and and unfun kinds, Homophobia, Supportive Ottawa Centaurs (Game Changers), Racism (Implied), Medical Trauma, Face-Fucking, Unreliable Narrator, Whump, Hurt Ilya Rozanov, Trauma, it's brutal but they still get to be soft, Memory Issues, taps roof of this fic: this bad boy can fit so much medical trauma in it, Post-Book 6: The Long Game (Game Changers), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Panic Attacks Summary: The first sound Ilya hears is a thin, discordant symphony of beeps and whirs. Something vibrating.  The next thing he hears is…wet. A sort of shaking, gargling sound, that feels like the ugliest crying he’s ever heard. And through it, Shane’s voice.  “I’m with him now, mom. He’s— he’s not fine. He’s not. I know—” Ilya wants to ask who's not fine, but he can’t feel his own body, his mouth, enough to ask. “Yeah,” Shane is saying, only slightly calmer. “I know. He wasn’t breathing—" Ilya knows there's a link, between the clinical musicality of medical settings, Shane’s audible, awful distress, and his own physical incapacity. It’s just, it’s so tenuous, and the air around him is so thick, so heavy. It would be easy, to sleep, a little.  - Footage of the last game between Ottawa and Montreal is everywhere; it’s breached containment from the sports world, and now it seems like everyone is baying for Montreal’s blood. Except, Ilya is oblivious. Not exactly blissfully so, but as the fight for accountability within the league rages on without him, Ilya just wants someone, anyone, to tell him what happened.