drinking from the tap

whats that one post that’s like

i want to live in the ENGLAND where i will live in a FLAT and drink TEA straight from the TEA TAP that every FLAT has and me and my FLAT MATES will all watch DOCTOR WHO on BBC and then we’ll talk about how great BREXIT is and enunciate every letter in ALUMINUM (even the ones that arent there) and we’ll talk about how the word COLOUR should have U in it because that’s apparently really important

The Types and Drinking Water

ENFP: Drinks from the toilet. It wasn’t even a dare or anything; they just wanted to know what it tasted like.

ENTP: “h20? More like h2-YO! Hahaha drink your water kids.”

INFP: Misses their entire mouth. Their over-sized sweater is utterly soaked, almost as if their nipples are tiny water falls. Shocked at this sudden development, they drop the glass and it shatters, covering the kitchen floor. Trying to tiptoe to safety, they carelessly slip on the water and onto the broken glass, nearly bleeding to death. As soon as they get discharged from the hospital they’re applying for an infomercial.

ESFP: Sticks their face right under the tap and desperately laps up the water like some kind of deranged and unsettlingly large house cat.

INTJ: * sips water* “ Disgusting. Tastes like licking a car. And you know why? The water we drink contains small traces of iron, zinc, copper, manganese and other metals. And you know who’s fault that is? Our inCOMPETENT GOVERNMENT.  THEY NEED TO STEP UP TO THE PLATE AND GET THEIR SH** TOGETHER. THEY’VE BEEN LYING TO US AS A NATION FROM THE BEGINNING OF TIME AND IT’S TIME FOR A CHANGE. 

See more of my conspiracy theories on my tumblr blog @anti-feminism-pro-atheism ( the one with red and black theme and the Rainbow Dash icon).”

ISFJ: Has been refusing offers of a glass of water from their friend’s parent for 10 hours now and they’re really reaching their limit. Will probably resolve to drinking their pee Bear Grylls style.

ESTP: Kicks off the faucet, throws it through the window, screams, and lets the broken faucet drench them all the way from their flat peak cap to their $400 basketball shoes, their perfect abs showing through their wet t-shirt. Uploads it to vine.

INTP: * aggressively sips water through a Krazy Straw* SUCC  ( ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ) 

ENFJ: *Makes it into Fit Tea™* “ This flattened my stomach, cleared my skin, watered my crops, improved my grades, brought Shakespeare back from the dead, got my parents back together, stopped war, solved poverty, and it tastes like Shrek in drink form GREAT. A discount code is in the description, guys! :D.”

ENTJ: Drinks the tears of all those ignorant fools they destroyed in the Spelling Bee last week. 

ISTP: They’re probably chained to a pillar in some empty warehouse as a result of a drug scandal. The only sustenance they receive is a mug of muddy water brought to them by a man in an anonymous mask twice a day. Free them.

INFJ: “Is this vegan?”

ISFP: Drinks the morning dew off the tulips and honeysuckle. It may sound whimsical in theory, but in reality seeing grown adult desperately licking wet grass and flowers in the town park is a rather unsettling experience. 

ESFJ: “Umm, tap water? No thanks. I only drink from my $20000 ultra healing magical energy quinoa infused crystals water filter I got off an infomercial thank you very much. The lady in the commercial says tap water gives you cancer and I trust her judgement. I even have her book, “ “vaccine” and “autisms” both haave six letter. Coinsidance? I think noot.”, wanna borrow it?”       

ISTJ: * Harry Potter Puppet Pals Snape voice* Today I drank some water for my breakfast. It was flavourless and watery. I thought of my mother. I cried.

ESTJ: Has one of those drink bottles with times written at different levels on the side to show you how much water you should be drinking throughout the day. It gives them a feeling of superiority knowing that their life is slightly more organised than everyone else.

So you’ve made a spell jar….now what?

I was recently asked what to do with a spell jar once it’s made. I thought my answer would be simple, but the more I wrote, the more I realized it wasn’t. So here’s a guide for those that need it showing what to do with different bottles depending on your intent.


Positive influence on yourself or in your life:
-Place somewhere you will see it very often, like a sunny window, bedside table, desk, or altar. Seeing it every day will help strengthen your intent and remind yourself why you made it.
-Place somewhere that you meditate. If you meditate regularly you can take a few moments during that time to hold the jar and focus on the spell, the result that you want, and how to help make that happen.
-Keep it on your person throughout the day. If the jar is small enough, it can be kept on you inside a purse/bag, coat pocket, or as a necklace. It will act as a conductor for the positivity that you want.

Beauty/Glamour:
-Place on vanity or in bathroom. Placing it at the central point of your daily beauty routine will maximize the use of the spell bottle.
-Keep in makeup bag/kit. Keeping it in a container with all of your beauty supplies will infuse it’s intent with everything inside.
-Stash inside your dresser or closet with the clothes that correspond to your spell (date clothes, party/club clothes, formal wear, lingerie).
-Bury in a pot of flowers and keep by a mirror you use for your daily beauty routine. Flowers are a universal symbol of beauty and having something living channel your spell makes it much stronger.
-Keep it on your person throughout the day. If the jar is small enough, it can be kept on you inside a purse/bag, coat pocket, or as a necklace. Keeping the jar close to you will help influence the beauty spell/glamour longer and stronger.

Weight Loss/Gain and Exercise:
-Stash inside your gym bag/locker. It will serve as a boost right before you work out.
-Keep with your food. If you are using it to control eating habits, keep it in your pantry/fridge IN FRONT of all of your food. It will be a barrier between you and your food. You’ll have to get past the jar before you touch anything else.
-Keep it on you’re kitchen table. If you are using it to battle eating disorders and/or increase your eating habits, place it where you eat all of your meals.
-Take it with you while you move. If you like to ride your bike for exercise, use an unbreakable/break resistant bottle and tie it to your bike. If you like to walk/run with your kids in a running stroller, put it on the stroller where your child can’t reach it.
-Store it with your work out clothes. The spell will bleed over into the clothes so that you have it whenever you put them on.
-Keep it on your person. If the jar is small enough, it can be kept on you inside a purse/bag, coat pocket, or as a necklace. It will influence you as well as remind you of our goals all day.

Influence Relationships:
-Place in the heart of your home. If you are trying to influence your family or the relationships within, keep it where you’re family spends time together the most (kitchen, livingroom mantle, game room, dining room). If you can’t practice openly at home, use a container that is pretty and not see through, fill it completely so it doesn’t rattle, and glue it shut. That way, to everyone else, it will just be pretty decoration.
-Give it as a gift. Decorate the bottle and give it as a gift to the person whose relationship with you, you want to influence.
-Keep next to their photo. Keep it next to a photo of the person you wish to change your relationship with.
-Keep it on your person. If the jar is small enough, it can be kept on you inside a purse/bag, coat pocket, or as a necklace. The bottle will work it’s magic whenever you are around the specified person.

Health:
-Stash in the bedroom. Placing the jar on your nightstand, under your pillow, or under your bed will allow health spells to work while you sleep, especially if you are bedridden.
-Store with your medicine. If you have to take medication regularly, store it with your meds.
-Keep next to your drinking water. If you use drinking water that isn’t from a tap, store the jar where you store your water. The spell will bleed into your drinking water to influence your health.
-Keep it on your person. If the jar is small enough, it can be kept on you inside a purse/bag, coat pocket, or as a necklace. If it is on your person, it can influence your health all day, healing you or protecting you from an illness that is spreading.

Dreams:
-Stash in the bedroom. Placing it on your nightstand, under your pillow, or under your bed will keep it close while you sleep so it can influence your dreams.
-Store with your pajamas. Storing it with the clothes that you sleep in will infuse them with the spell’s energy (unless you sleep naked of course, but I don’t need to know about that). 

Wards/Banishments:
-Keep it on your person. If the jar is small enough, it can be kept on you inside a purse/bag, coat pocket, or as a necklace. It will act as a shield to keep away whatever you want.
-Bury it in your yard. If you are just trying to banish something/someone from your life or ward them away from your home and family, bury it in your yard. It will act as a shield.
-If you are trying to banish something/someone and send them far away from you, bury next to train tracks.
-If you are trying to banish thoughts or habits or trying to forget something, bury it in a cemetery. If you can’t bury it in a cemetery, bury it somewhere in the woods and forget it’s location.


If anyone wants to add something that I missed, please feel free!

Send me a ship and I'll tell you.. (KITCHEN/COOKING HABITS)
  • Who washes the dishes by hand and who uses the dishwasher?
  • Who cuts vegetables, fruit, etc by hand and who uses the easy to use chopper?
  • Who pours the cereal into the bowl first and who pours milk before the cereal?
  • Who buys/drinks bottle water and who uses/drinks from the tap?
  • Who hoards disposable containers and who throws them away?
  • Who buys milk in a paper carton and who buys it in a plastic jug?
  • Who picks paper bags and who picks plastic bags after grocery shopping?
  • Who HOARDS the plastic bags and who recycles them?
  • Who hoards salt/pepper packs, togo silverware and other togo condiments?
  • Who lets the garbage can overflow before throwing it out?
  • Who gets annoyed when someone doesn’t use the clips for the potato chips?
  • Who uses paper plates?
  • Who uses coasters?
  • Who licks the spoon/butter knife after they use it?
  • Who loses the bread ties?
  • Who kicks the ice under the fridge when it falls on the ground?
  • Who constantly cuts/burns themselves when they cook?
  • Who organizes the spice rack?Who uses the microwave more?
  • Who stops the microwave one second before time's up?
Prank War

Pairing: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Summary: The Winchester siblings start a little prank war and it escalates quickly

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: None, just some fluff

A/N: Special thanks to @nickiwinchester97 because she encourages me a lot and I love her. And to my dad who (unknowingly) inspired a lot of this :D

Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural

It all started out pretty harmless. Dean was annoyed by Sam who had complained about his unhealthy choice of food, and as soon as Sam went to the kitchen to get himself some water, you watched your eldest brother rip of a piece of carton from the pizza box and hide it under a pepperoni slice on Sam’s pizza.

It was hard for you to hold back your laughter when Sam came back and took a bite. He had somehow managed to bite through the carton and was now munching on it, completely unaware of what he was eating.

Dean watched him as well, and even though he was good at keeping his game face on you knew he was cracking up on the inside.

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» the boy at the boardwalk

vernon x reader

gif; mine

word count: 2,280

includes: skaterboarding!vernon who gets distracted by a cutie on the boardwalk + injuries that need tending to + fluffity fluff

✎ feel like i haven’t posted a scenario in forever :(( so have some fluffy vernita!! i’m working on a woozi x wonu x reader fic tht i’m rlly hyped 2 get out so i hope this sates you in the meantime!


Hansol liked to skateboard to work every morning. He took the same route each day, starting from the smooth tile outside his apartment and ending at the glass doors belonging to the town’s diner. He never had an answer as to why his skateboard came with him everywhere. Pictures taken from last year’s Halloween party presented Hansol lousily wrapped in toilet paper, his costume being the ever so original mummy that at least six other people at the party had certainly not been wearing. Hansol liked to claim his costume came out different. He was a skateboarding mummy.

On his best friend’s birthday he had one arm resting thoughtfully around his shoulders, tiny splotches of buttercream frosting across their noses and hardly sticking to their foreheads. Hansol’s skateboard must have also been treated as an equal member to the night for along the black surface were more frosting smears, the board held tightly in Hansol’s other hand. Even when his younger sister fell from the monkey bars and sprained her wrist, pictures taken of her recovery in the hospital room had snippets of Hansol smiling, skateboard sitting in his lap.

Seeing Hansol without his skateboard was like seeing butterflies without wings. A peculiar sight indeed if someone ever managed to glean across it. In fact, something Hansol liked to glean across more than his skateboard, was you.

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for a lovely anon

For the wonderful anon who requested college AU Lance with a dangerously high fever and a panicked Keith calling Shiro in the middle of the night not knowing what to do! It’s v short and I apologize for that.

Thank you for asking me to write it–it means a lot to me when people request fics from me. Like, in general. The fact that people can think of a great idea for a story and trust me not to fuck it up is amazing to me. Now, on with the fic~!

Keith woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of his roommate calling his name.

“Keith,” Lance’s voice, weak and raspy, pleaded, “Wake up.”

“What is it, Lance?” Keith asked, still half asleep.

“I don’t feel right,” Lance replied. Keith rolled over in bed without turning on the light.

“Go drink some water,” Keith instructed through a yawn.

“Head hurts,” Lance mumbled.

“Ibuprofen is in the medicine cabinet,” Keith informed. It wasn’t terribly uncommon for Lance to wake up a bit disoriented from a nightmare–midterms week was always bad for Lance. Not only did he have tests to study for, but the SGA organized on-campus stress-reducing events (which, for Lance, were enough work that they usually had the opposite effect), and there were always other student workers calling in sick from the coffee shop after pulling all-nighters cramming for tests. Keith heard Lance climb down from his lofted bed and stumble into the bathroom before he fell asleep once more.

Lance cursed under his breath and tried to climb down from his loft despite the pain in his back. Keith was the absolute heaviest sleeper that Lance had ever met–he was surprised, frankly, that he’d been able to wake him even for that short interaction–and one thing about Keith’s sleeping patterns was that he always, always fell back asleep after being awakened the first time. Lance joked that he could light Keith on fire while he was napping and his saving grace would only be the fact that he’d smother the flames when he rolled over to go back to sleep.

He’d known that he was probably coming down with a cold when he wasn’t hungry for dinner and had tried to study but couldn’t make the words stay still on the page. Lance had tried to just go to bed and sleep it off, but that plan had clearly backfired hard. He’d instead woken up feeling freezing cold and with a splitting headache, barely able to think straight. He felt sick enough to be slightly worried, through his confusion, that this might even be more than just a cold–perhaps the flu, and Lance had tended since childhood to spike high fevers when he had the flu. The last time he’d been ill with it, when he was probably 10 or 11, the last thing he remembered before waking up in the hospital was excruciating pain in his head and lower back.

Lance cupped his hands to drink some water from the bathroom tap, but as soon as the cool liquid touched his lips, he realized just how thirsty he was, and abandoned the hand-cup in favor of sticking half of his face underneath the faucet instead, chugging the water as fast as he could for several seconds until he felt nauseated.

He thought about taking the ibuprofen that Keith had suggested, but decided that his empty stomach probably wouldn’t like that, so he instead stumbled back toward his bed. Looking up at the loft, Lance dazedly realized that there was no way he was going to be able to climb the ladder to get to his bed, and so he opted for yanking the covers off his mattress and collapsing into the corner of the room.

That’s how Keith found him an hour later when he woke up to go to the bathroom.

“Lance?” Keith asked tiredly, rubbing his eyes. Lance stirred and moaned. “Why’re you on the floor?”

“Keith,” Lance breathed. The pain in his voice was all Keith needed to wake up, adrenaline pumping through his veins as if he’d just mainlined it.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, hitting his knees beside Lance in a heartbeat. He reached for Lance’s bedside lamp and observed as Lance winced away from the light source and noticed the flush on his pale face. “Are you sick?”

“I think it’s just a little bug,” Lance rasped, “but I can’t get back up to my bed.” Keith nodded sympathetically and scooped Lance up, blanket and all, and deposited him in his own bed.

“Mine’s closer to the ground,” Keith explained. “Do you have a fever?” he asked. Lance shrugged as Keith pressed his palm to Lance’s forehead. “Fuck me, you’re really burning up. Hang on.” He rummaged through their medicine cabinet for a digital thermometer and handed it to Lance, who complaisantly placed it under his tongue until it beeped. “Fuck me,” Keith whispered again under his breath, “104.2; fuck, Lance. I’m calling an ambulance.”

“No,” Lance objected, “no hospitals.”

“You really need treatment,” he argued. “By doctors. You probably need fluids, too.”

“Drank a bunch of water,” Lance fought.

“Yeah, but you’re boiling it.”

“I’m not going to a hospital, Keith.”

Keith hesitated. “I’m calling Shiro. If he says you need to go, then you’re going. Deal?” Lance nodded and waited.

“Keith?” Shiro’s voice answered, sounding sleepy and worried, “It’s so late; are you okay?”

“Lance is really, really sick,” Keith babbled. “I don’t know what to do. He’s got a fever over 104 and he says he won’t go to the hospital.”

“Lance has a thing about hospitals. Is he vomiting at all?” Shiro asked.

“Lance, have you thrown up?” Lance shook his head. “He says no.”

“Then as long as you keep him drinking water, he shouldn’t get dehydrated. I’m on my way over.” Keith could hear the jingle of car keys and the shuffle of Shiro hurrying out of his apartment. “But as long as the fever doesn’t persist more than a few hours or go up, I think we can manage without a hospital.”

“Okay,” Keith breathed, “okay. Thanks Shiro.”

“Keith? Ten minutes. I’ll be there in ten minutes. Just try to relax. Do you have fever reducers, or should I stop at the store for some?”

“I have ibuprofen and Gatorade,” Keith replied. “Is that enough?”

“Perfect. Get him to drink some Gatorade–as cold as possible–and take the pills. I’m on my way.”

“I owe you one,” Keith said.

“Lance owes us both,” Shiro corrected calmly. He listened to Keith’s slightly rapid breathing for a few more moments. “Really, Keith. He’ll be fine. Trust me.”

Keith nodded even though Shiro couldn’t see him and hung up the phone.

“Shiro’s on his way over,” Keith informed Lance, holding out two pills and a bottle of Gatorade.

“Yay,” Lance deadpanned.

“I just–” Keith broke off, reaching for Lance’s forehead once more and sighing, “I really don’t like that fever.” Lance gave him a small smile.

“It happens,” Lance said. “It’ll pass soon.” Keith nodded and took a deep breath, allowing Lance to fall back asleep in Keith’s bed while he and Shiro fussed over him all night.

  • Hong Kong: England, can you order water for me? I'm, like, dehydrated.
  • England: don't overexaggerate! Um, excuse me, can we get some tap water, please?
  • Waiter: of course. *comes back and hands Hong Kong a glass*
  • Hong Kong: ... tap water?
  • England: yeah, why?
  • Hong Kong: ... it's not, like, contaminated? I won't get any diseases?
  • England: of course not! It's drinkable tap water.
  • Hong Kong: China said that I should never drink water from the tap.
  • England: well, tap water's free and China's not paying for this meal, so drink or continue to be dehydrated.
A Far Away Infinity

I actually am posting this when I said I was going to! A miracle. And another million thank yous for all the love for this story! It makes me write faster ;) Enjoy and let me know what you think! Also look who got fancy with a picture.

Part 1

Part 2  // Sometimes You Have to Grin and Bare it //

“So, how’s Frank?” Jamie asked, kicking a random stone off to the side and into the grass. 

The park they were walking through was busy with kids out of school running around and playing in the hills. The clouds had lifted and the lake they were walking around glistened under the attention.

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“How many times have we talked about this?! I am talking to you, young lady, look at me!” The sleek ferret didn’t even glance around at him from where she was crouched in the sink, and continued drinking straight from the tap. “Look at this mess! Why would you bother ripping open three packets of biscuits if you’re only going to throw it all over the place and not even eat it?!” – Just Go With It by @l0vegl0wsinthedark [NC-17, H/D, 3K]

A little something for @l0vegl0wsinthedark + @o0o-chibaken-o0o because my life has been made with Baguette the ferret in her latest fic, Just Go With It! I’ve been smiling all morning thinking about this wonderfully mischievous and haughty little noodle and the adventures she gets up to as Harry’s pet.

I totally meant to add a flashlight to the bottom of this, too, but I forgot it before I saved the file ahhhhh RIP me, just picture it’s there @l0vegl0wsinthedark ;)

anonymous asked:

having a secret keyword with harry for whenever someone's feeling extremly horny at a party or something... so the other knows it's time to wrap things up and get home to fuck as soon as possible .x.

So I thought a little about it, and decided on “air-conditioning,” AS DUMB AS IS IT MIGHT SOUND. But hear me out!

It’s something you can bring up out of no where and not look weird for it.

You could be at a fancy dinner party with other celebrities, mingling and talking, and suddenly you grasp his forearm, giving him a look of pretend concern. “Air-conditioning. Did you turn it off?”

And he looks up at you from his drink, rings tapping against the glass as the ice inside clinks around. He looks at you with raised eyebrows, shrugging lightly as he raises the cup to his lips, drinking slowly and staring at you smugly over the brim. “I thought you did?”

“I didn’t.” You give him a small smile, releasing your hold on his arm and tilting your head slightly to the side.

Harry nods in understanding, setting the glass down on the nearest table. “Better get going, then.”

He goes around, shaking people’s hands and kissing and hugging those familiar with him, excusing himself from the event and thanking the hosts for having you.

And then you’re headed to his car with his hand resting at the dip of your back, large, heavy and warm to the touch over the soft material of your dress. And then you’re in the car and he’s reaching over the center console, yanking you into a sloppy kiss, all biting teeth and suckling lips, hand squeezing your thigh jestingly. “Couldn’t hold it in?”

“Needed you now,” you pout, running your index finger along the underside of his jaw as he dips his tongue into your mouth.

He groans painfully into the kiss, pulling away reluctantly because you taste so good, hints of the rosé champagne you’d sipped earlier tickling his tastebuds. “You’re gonna have to wait until we get home, sweetheart. Don’t know just how tinted these windows are and I’m not looking to find out. Rather take you nice and proper against the wall at home, where you can scream as much as y'like.”

taylor-tut  asked:

I would love to request a Voltron fic!!! I'm cool with literally anything, but here's an idea if it helps: I've seen a lot of fics where Lance is late to assemble because he's sick, but maybe one where he doesn't show up at all? And so someone is sent to go grab him and they sort of mercilessly pull him out of bed and ignore his protests that he's not feeling well, thinking that he's faking. And something happens while Allura is briefing them--passes out, starts to hallucinate, etc. Thank you!!!

So I wanted to have this done for your graduation, @taylor-tut​, but then life happened. XD

Lance actually isn’t my fave at all, so it was v challenging for me trying to get into his perspective. It isn’t that I dislike him, or that he’s a bad character? He’s just at the bottom of the list of the seven mains, and there are some secondaries I engage with more as well, lol. SO I REALLY HOPE I DID HIS CHARACTER JUSTICE! XD

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“Lance!”

The curt voice woke Lance so suddenly that he nearly fell out of bed; pain stabbed through his head. The lights came on and he buried his face in his hands as he suppressed a moan.

“Lance!” Allura said again, “did you forget about training this morning?”

“S-sorry,” he stammered. “I must have slept through the alarm. I- I don’t feel very good.”

“We don’t have time for dramatics, Lance. You look fine to me; hurry and get up. You’re putting us behind schedule,” Allura added, frowning deeply

“I—okay,” he conceded. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Good, we’ve lost enough time this morning.”

Allura strode out, her quick, precise footsteps disappearing down the hall, as Lance dragged himself into the bathroom. The mirror showed him red eyes and flushed cheeks, the rest of his face unusually pale. His head ached fiercely, his eyes, too, and he was dizzy, his body heavy. Lance shivered in the cool air of the bathroom

“Come on, Lance,” he said to his reflection. “You can do this. You didn’t even get blown up.”

Lance pondered a drink from the tap, but the thought nauseated him, so he splashed some water on his face instead, then got dressed, grimacing at the soreness in his body as he did so. He headed down the hallway to the bridge, though he had to steady himself against the wall several times as the hallway moved around him. Lance’s face burned with embarrassment as he came through the door and joined the others. Lance stared at the floor, too ashamed of the delay he’d caused to meet anyone’s eyes.

Allura arched one delicate eyebrow. “Nice of you to join us, Lance; let’s get started.”

Allura launched into an explanation of the training exercise she’d planned for the day, and Lance managed to follow along decently well until she pulled up the holographic space map and starting whirling it around. Even after she stopped manipulating the display, the stars kept spinning in front of his eyes and Lance had to grope for the edge of the nearest console to ground himself. He closed his eyes for a moment but the vertigo worsened, so he opened them again and focussed on the edge of the console under his hand and hoped the room would stop moving. With the rushing in his ears it took a minute for Lance to realise that Hunk was talking to him. When Lance tried to make eye contact he lost the tenuous grasp he had on his strength and balance and lurched sideways into the edge of the console as his knees buckled.

A cacophony of speech made his headache surge, and Lance found himself unable to identify any one voice through the pain and fuzziness in his head. A steady, familiar hand gripped his elbow, then Hunk’s other arm wrapped firmly around his waist. Lance rested his head on Hunk’s shoulder as his friend eased him down to sit on the floor. Another wave of noise made him groan as his head throbbed in time, and with his head on Hunk’s shoulder Lance felt the rumble as he told the others to quiet down. After a long moment the riot of voices subsided and Lance sighed in relief.

Shiro knelt in front of him and the others hovered behind, blurry concern on the human faces and confusion on the Altean ones.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Shiro asked gently. “You’re pretty flushed there, Lance.”

“Dizzy. M'head hurts.” Lance rolled his head along Hunk’s shoulder and looked up hazily at Allura, vision spotty. “Sorry, Princess, didn’ mean t'be dramatic.”

Hunk’s broad, callused palm cupped his cheek and Lance leaned into the cool touch with a faint moan, then Hunk slid his hand up and pressed the backs of his fingers gently to Lance’s forehead. “Shiro, he’s burning up.”

“Oh, Lance,” Shiro murmured, face drawn into a worried frown. “You’re really not feeling well, huh?” He rested his flesh hand on Lance’s knee and squeezed lightly. “You’ve gotta tell us this stuff. We have to take care of each other.”

“Shiro,” Allura interjected, “I fear I am to blame for this. Lance told me he was unwell, but I dismissed his words. I’m unfamiliar with signs of human illness and I scolded him. Lance, I owe you an apology. I’m sorry for dismissing you and I hope you’ll forgive me. I’ll do better in the future.”

“Allura-” Shiro began, but Lance interrupted.

“S'okay, Princess. Y'didn’t know. Humans’re weird f'r you.” Lance smiled weakly, a transparency of his usual bright grin. “C'n I go back t'bed though? ’M tired.”

“Yeah, dude, you need to be in bed. Let’s go,” Hunk said, and stood slowly, bringing Lance up to standing with him.

“Hey,” said Keith, “I’ll help, here.” He slotted himself in against Lance’s other side and drew Lance’s arm over his shoulders.

“Is there some way I can help?” Allura asked.

“He’ll need plenty of water and probably another blanket or two,” Pidge spoke up for the first time. “If you go get that, I’ll get a couple other things for him.”

“I’ll do that, thank you, Pidge.”

“There’s something I want to grab, too,” Shiro added, “so I’ll be along in a few minutes.”

The group dispersed, and Lance stumbled back to his room supported by Hunk and Keith on either side. Keith left as Hunk helped Lance get changed, then came back as Hunk tucked Lance into bed with a bowl of water and a couple of soft cloths afloat in it.

“I know it doesn’t really do anything, but it feels nice.” Keith shrugged, then squeezed out a cloth and laid it across Lance’s forehead.

Lance reached up with a shaking hand and pulled it down a little; the coolness felt wonderful on his throbbing eyes and temples. “Thanks.”

“No problem. Feel better,” Keith added, and the door whooshed as he left again.

Lance shifted under the blankets; he couldn’t get comfortable, back aching, and then to make things worse he started shivering as chills ran up his spine.

“What’s up, man?” Hunk asked as he perched himself on the edge of the bed.

“M'back, can’t get comfy. ‘N I’m cold.”

Hunk made his thinking noise, then there were a couple of low thumps and he crawled carefully over Lance and situated himself in the corner of the bed. Gently—Lance always marvelled at the gentleness in Hunk’s strength—Hunk moved Lance up to lean back against him in a semi-reclined position. Tucked against his friend’s solid bulk, Lance sighed and began to relax as Hunk’s warmth eased some of the chills and started seeping into the aching muscles of his back. When refreshing the cloth prompted another shiver, Hunk pulled the blankets up a little higher and wrapped an arm around Lance’s waist.

“Better, dude?”

Lance hummed an affirmative, then melted as Hunk started carding his fingers through Lance’s hair and scratching his nails oh-so-slightly against his friend’s scalp as he did so.

“Rest, buddy. We gotcha.”

By the time Shiro, Pidge, and Allura came quietly into the room a couple of minutes later, Lance was already asleep.

Ghost

Originally posted by isophhia


Your finger hovered over the numbers on the phone, weary to call him. You were being ridiculous, right? Maybe you had had one too many drinks. But then it came again, a loud tapping, screeching noise from somewhere in your house so you jumped out of bed, naked, dialing his number.

It took him a while but the knock on the door scared you. Still you ran to open it, hiding your body behind a sheet, peaking around the door to see him standing there.

Why are you bleeding?

“Yeah, it’s nice to see you too.” Tommy huffed, scrapping his boots before entering.

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College Essential "Hacks"

This is kinda similar to my blog post “Things I Forgot/ Nearly Forgot to Bring to College”. In this blog post, I’ll be telling you things that you should definitely bring to college, and also some side advice.

Room:

A twin set fits fine on the twin extra long beds in the dorms. The difference between a twin & a twin XL is only a few inches in length. You honestly can’t tell that my bed set is a twin unless you really analyze it. It fits fine.

Mattress pads are awesome and they make the bed so much more comfortable. 

Bring light blankets. I don’t know about you but at home, I had those heavy, thick blankets. But don’t bring those. The blankets/ throws you find in a bed set will do. (**DEPENDS ON WHERE YOUR COLLEGE IS THOUGH**)

Bathroom: 

Bring shower sandals. Maybe even two pairs. They’re great for showering (a MUST-HAVE), but also work fine for a quick trip to the bathroom/ lounge/ etc. Shower sandals are basically just cheap flip-flops. 

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