These cotton candy machines are spinning for science!
Watch these cotton candy machines at Harvard and Vanderbilt Universities spin something sweet for science - new fibers with all sorts of potential applications, from better protection for the troops to tissue regeneration.
When a news release identifies a drink’s component parts by its colors, rather than its flavors — well, that’s a pretty telling detail. And sure enough, it is vibrant and fun. But what flavor is “pink?” Pink is the flavor of Lisa Frank trapper keepers and strawberry milk. What does sour blue powder taste like? Like Jolly Ranchers, and shame. I guess there’s some mango in there, although it’s overshadowed by a mouth-puckering sour flavor and immediately forgotten in the aftermath of a long-lasting, tongue-coating Robitussin aftertaste.
Really, it does not matter what candies and medicines and emotions these colored powders taste like. This drink exists only to be Instagrammed, hashtag unicorn emoji, hashtag magical.
Could you do a headcanon about boys taking care of Candy when she's sick, please? I love your headcanons <3
ILYSM FOR THAT, YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW ANON LET ME LOVE YOU. Yes, thanks so much for the fluff and v kind words. I breathe in fluff daily, like, you don’t even know. Anyways, on with the headcanons. Enjoy!
Is suddenly a doctor.
Has felt all types of sicknesses from his allergies
NOT playing this game
Makes it a mission to make Candy feel better
Is strict, Candy CANNOT stay up late and HAS to eat soup
Suddenly can cook soup
Always checks on Candy, questions her
Feels over her forehead a lot
Refuses to let Candy get up, she needs to ‘rest up’.
Gets kinda irritated if he notices that Candy’s getting sicker
Scared to get sick from her, he’s struggled enough in spring
Will kiss Candy anywhere but the lips
Sleeps at the end of the couch
Hates to do it, but he distances himself from Candy since if he’s sick too - no one can make Candy feel better
Had to battle Candy to spoon feed her that nasty grape medicine
Gave the “this is out of love” speech to her many times.
Knows the basics of colds and fevers, he’s ready.
Teases Candy when she complains - but comes with a quick apology.
Can make some badass soup.
Likes to spoon feed Candy.
His soup is the bes t.
Again, Cassy is such a worried mom. Will never admit it.
Not even close to tempted to kiss Candy. It’s cold but, he hates being sick.
Doesn’t kiss her on the lips, he’s not playing that game
Let’s Candy wear his tanktop to keep cool, takes some pictures too
Keeps Demon away from her - he’s not risking his other babu’s life
Secretly getting advice from Lysander.
Has a fan around her if she gets too hot,
Very experienced with fevers
Colds are nightmare.
CAN’T STAN D VOMIT he has to leave at that part.
Will watch any of her movies, even if they’re horrible to him
So lost, so confused.
Wraps Candy up in a blanket, keeping her warm.
Wishes he was the blanket sometimes.
Keeps a distance from her, he doesn’t like being sick.
Is really good with tomato soup.
Apologies when he has to give her that disgusting medicine
Washes his hands a lot after leaving the room.
Doesn’t allow her to get up, he’s at her service
Jam-packed with tissues, they’re just like BOOM - in his pocket.
Gives her mints for nasal congestion.
Sometimes forgets to give her a trashcan.
Is so disgusted with colds, but he loves Candy too much for that.
Gives Candy less kisses, usually cheek kisses when she’s sick.
Hugs her often, since it’s a lot safer.
Has her go to bed earlier, knows she gets sad about it so he risks his life and sleeps on the couch with her.
Accidentally gets himself sick.
He’s taken care of a sick Alexy before, he’s got this.
He doesn’t got this.
Let’s her wear his beanie, for when he’s not there.
Wears a surgical mask for shxts and giggles.
Checks on her a lot more than Candy expected.
Can make some nice soup, it’s kinda burnt though?
Doesn’t give Candy the medicine, says it’s ‘too horrible’ to do that to her - half-joking btw,,
Actually wore on a darth vader helmet for ‘safety precautions.’
Binge watches movies with her.
Let’s her walk around, he watches her though
Doesn’t avoid her, such a risk taker.
Side hugs Candy a lot, attacks her cheek with kisses.
Always checks her temperature, has one of those red temperature sticks.
This boy is NOT here for the vomit, he leaves
Always finds the best way to make Candy laugh.
Can’t help but kiss her…and accidentally get himself sick.
Still thinks it was worth it.
No surprise that this boy is a doctor and a worried mom in the making.
Totally prepared, but a little too prepared.
Refuses to leave Candies side-
Constantly checking her temperature.
Likes to purposely cup her cheeks to check her temperature sometimes.
Hates how he can’t kiss her.
Keeps her on a healthy diet, sleeping schedule, this boy is the best
Sleeps on the floor next to her, he just has to be awake
Wishes he could have the sickness instead,,
Seriously feels bad for Candy, wants to make her better ASAP.
Doesn’t let Cookie near her.
Fed her the horrible grape medicine.
Cuts the pills for her -
Gives her his pillows and blanket, he won’t let it spread back to her
Doesn’t mean to fall asleep, he accidentally passes out.
He deserves to be cuddled for as long as he wants.
You have had a cold for a few days now and Ethan was begging you to let him come over and take care of you.
“Ethan, no. I don’t want you to get sick.” You said to him over the phone as he called you for the third time.
“(Y/N), I don’t care if I get sick. I can’t sit here and do nothing knowing that you’re sick and not feeling well.” He said. He was relentless.
“Ethan…” You sighed.
“I’m coming over. And you can’t stop me.” He said.
“Fine, you can come over. Just don’t blame me when you get sick.” You laughed.
“I won’t. See you in a bit.” He said. You said bye and hung up the phone, and just then, Ethan walked through your bedroom door with bags from the nearest drugstore.
“What the hell? We just got off of the phone.” You said as he jumped in the bed with you.
“I was already in the driveway.” He said.
“That’s a bit creepy.” You said as he kissed you on the forehead.
“Baby, you’re burning up.” He said.
“Really? I took some medicine earlier and thought it would have come down by now. What’s in the bag?” You asked.
“I brought you more medicine, candy, chips, and some movies. Oh, and I brought some soup too. So, I’m going to warm this up, you pick a movie, and we’re just gonna hang here while, while you get better.” He said as he kissed you.
“I love you.” You said smiling.
“I love you too.” He said as he got up to warm up your soup. You dug through the movies to pick one and you decided on Pitch Perfect. When Ethan came back, he handed you your soup and put on the movie. He spent the rest of the day at your house, watching movies with you, and making sure that you were taking your medicine.
* * *
A few weeks later, you were feeling better and was on your way over to Ethan’s to hang out. You knocked on the door and Grayson answered.
“Oh, hey (Y/N). Ethan is in his room.” He said. You nodded and made your way upstairs to Ethan’s room. You went in and he was wrapped in a bunch of blankets.
“Hey baby.” You said as you walked over to his bed. He threw the blankets off of himself and you noticed that his nose was red and his eyes were puffy.
“Hey.” He said, sounding stuffy.
“Awe, is poor little Ethan sick?” You said sarcastically. He laughed and nodded.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You told me so. Whatever.” He laughed as he pulled you down on the bed next to him.
“I did, didn’t I.” You laughed. You spent the rest of the day taking care of Ethan, just as he did for you when you were sick.
I’m often asked about my type 1 diabetes. People see my insulin pump or spot me checking my blood sugar at meal times, and they naturally have questions. They ask me what it is like to have diabetes, and I answer in facts. I tell them that I check my blood sugar 5 times a day with a prick on my finger. I tell that I give myself insulin from my pump which is always connected to me. I tell them that I have been doing these things since I was eight, and they keep me alive. Then, I smile, and I reassure them that I am ok. We move onto another topic, and type one diabetes becomes invisible again. Here is the thing I didn’t tell them though. I didn’t tell them what it is really like to live as a type one diabetic.
I’m going to probably revisit this one day as a real fic, but right now, I don’t believe in myself at all to get this thing done. I really liked this idea and didn’t want it to die, so here is the plot in its entirety with snippets of writing that just couldn’t come together. Hold onto your pants, this is going to get long.
Basically, it’s a Soulmate!AU where injuries can get shuffled off to your soulmate. A Reaper x Reader.
Every time you swallow a million tiny daggers dig into your throat, and your head is absolutely pounding. You snooze through your first alarm, skipping your morning run, and by the time your second alarm goes off Clarke is out of bed.
As you slowly make your way to the bathroom you can hear her and Eleven chatting away in the kitchen. Normally you’d be down there with them. Spending the mornings as a family is one of the best parts of your day, and you’ve been running earlier and earlier to maximize your time together.
It pains you to miss out today, but if you don’t get in the shower within the next five minutes you’ll be late to a meeting with a deep-pocketed donor who just might fund ab initiative your non-profit is launching.
You’re rinsing shampoo from your hair when Clarke knocks on the door and pokes her head in.