flus shot

Before I start this little spiel, I need you all to know: I’m not hating on people who don’t vaccinate their kids, and while I know for a fact BASED ON facts that vaccines don’t cause autism or other “defects”, I’m all for continuing research to make them even better and safer.

But you know what really, really scares me about the anti-vax movement? As a future Public Health Professional, the thing that scares me most about this is the fact that our cultural mindset has become so CHILL about vaccine-preventable/”childhood” diseases that there is even room for such a movement. Let me explain.

Do y’all know what an R0 is? The R-naught, as it is called, is the basic reproduction rate of a disease. It tells you how many new infections can come from one existing infection. For example, an R-naught of 3 (R3) means that, on average, one sick person will infect three other people. Every disease has an R-naught, some greater and some lesser.

Do you remember when everyone was freaking out about Ebola? Everyone was terrified of catching it, because it’s SOOOOO contagious and deadly, right? Ebola has an R-naught of 2. That’s it. R2. One person with Ebola, on average, will get 2 more people sick. And we were freaking out about that.

Well guess what? Measles is the most contagious disease known to mankind, and it has an R-naught of 18. 18. One person with measles will give it to 18 new people, and those people will give it to 18 new people EACH, and so on. That’s what happened with the Disneyland outbreak; it’s so ridiculously contagious that just ONE sick child was enough to start an epidemic.

And yet very few people are as scared of measles as they are of Ebola. Why is that? One reason could be the nature of the disease, sure; Ebola is terrifying in its progression and symptoms. But I would suggest that a major reason is that measles has been so well-contained by vaccination that people no longer fear it. It’s not a part of every-day life anymore; this disease is no big deal because nobody gets it, because so many people are vaccinated against it. Let’s put this another way.

What are the diseases that scare everyone the most: Ebola, HIV/AIDS, and SARS are pretty high on the list of terror diseases. But let’s look at the R0s, shall we: Ebola-R2. HIV/AIDS-R5. SARS-R5. 

Now let’s look at diseases that people are voluntarily rejecting vaccinations against: Measles, Pertussis, and Diphtheria are the major ones. Their R0s? Measles-R18. Pertussis-R17. Diptheria-R7.

Everyone focuses on the former set of diseases– rightly so, I suppose– because they’re more dangerous at the present time. What makes them more dangerous? Not their R0; it’s the fact that there is no viable treatment, and NO VACCINE. Seriously, that’s why the medical community is worried about them. There’s no way to treat or PREVENT their spread biologically. Well guess what? There’s no viable treatment for Measles or Pertussis, and only limited treatment options for Diphtheria. That’s why the medical community doesn’t focus on them as much, because we can prevent them at the biological level, safely and effectively.

But now that the Anti-Vax movement has taken hold so firmly, the medical community is now being forced to once more worry about diseases it had almost eradicated. And not only that, it’s endangering herd immunity for the people who can’t receive their own vaccines due to compromised immune systems. I’m allergic to eggs, so I can’t receive the flu shot, but I’m also asthmatic so I can’t get the inhaled vaccine. I rely entirely on the people I associate with to keep me safe from the flu by getting their yearly shot. This made public school a living nightmare, because almost NOBODY got their shot. They caught it, and while it didn’t affect them TOO terribly because they were generally healthy, when I caught it, it was very dangerous because of my asthma. And then there’s that time when I caught the flu, and then right after because of my weakened immune system, I caught Whooping Cough from someone who hadn’t been vaccinated. I HAD been vaccinated, but my body was so fatigued from the flu that it couldn’t keep up with immune demands. And so I caught it.

Have you ever had Pertussis (whooping cough)? It’s hard enough on someone with full lung capacity; it can break ribs, it makes you cough so hard. You cough until there is literally no air in your lungs, and you have to inhale so forcefully it makes the “whooping” sound that gives it the name. It’s painful beyond belief, and it can last for weeks. Some people will survive it. But add that to asthma, or to a young child, or to an elderly person, and you are looking at either permanent damage or death, no exceptions. When I had it, I was about 6 years old, and asthmatic; I spent 81 hours awake because the coughing was so violent I physically couldn’t sleep. I tore abdominal muscles. I vomited during coughing fits and aspirated the vomit. I was actively dying. The doctors could barely suppress the cough enough for me to breathe at all. My inhaler wasn’t helping, none of the cough syrups or breathing treatments were helping; I was getting pneumonia on top of the virus. It was Hell. I was LUCKY that I didn’t die.

Who would wish that on their child? Nobody, I hope. And if you KNEW you could keep your child from ever experiencing that, wouldn’t you do whatever it took to ensure their safety?

Or would you look at the safeguard and say, “Nah. I’ll take my chances with my child’s life.”?

That is what the anti-vax movement is doing. Perhaps not purposefully, but that’s the end result. These aren’t just names on syringes designed to make a child cry; the diseases are real, and real threats to health and life, and the vaccines are how you prevent them. Yet we are so far removed from the impact and effects of these diseases BECAUSE of the peace brought to us BY vaccines that people now feel no qualm about refusing vaccines.

That’s what scares me about the anti-vax movement; people have become so complacent that they no longer worry about these very real, very deadly diseases. They’d rather risk their child’s life than get a shot? The side effects of vaccines are unproven (nonexistent), but the efficacy of vaccines are very much proven.

When the pertussis vaccine first came out, people jumped on it right away. They were so grateful to have it, and for a while everything was smooth sailing, and whooping cough was on the decline. Then, in the 70s, some groups started claiming the pertussis vaccine was causing brain injury in young children. Less than 50 in 15 million cases were reported, but it was enough to scare people away from the vaccine. And children began dying again. It was later discovered that it was NOT the vaccine, but the result of infantile epilepsy, that caused the brain damage. People began once more vaccinating their children, but not before hundreds if not thousands had died.

And that’s what’s happening now. A falsified claim scared just enough people that time-tested, lab-tested, fully-proven, totally safe vaccines are being rejected, and we’re already starting to pay with lives. And I’m scared it’s going to get worse. People don’t really grasp the full import of these diseases and the necessity of the vaccines until they have experienced the disease. I’m scared that it’s going to come down to new epidemics before people will realize the mistake of not vaccinating.

Right now we’re still in the semi-safe zone. Enough of the population is immunized that we could probably keep most pandemics of these diseases at bay. But if this movement keeps gaining momentum, there might come a day when measles and pertussis could once again destroy thousands of people yearly. Imagine if some terrorist group weaponized Ebola and used it against this country; so many people would die, because we have no vaccine for it, no way to prevent it. That is what could happen with diseases like mumps, rubella, measles, pertussis, Diphtheria, and polio. Except it wouldn’t be terrorists using a disease as a weapon; it would be some kid in your child’s class, or your neighbor across the street, or the guy who delivers the mail to your office. That’s how life used to be, and if someone from the pre-vaccine era could see us now, they’d weep for joy at the idea that we can prevent these horrific diseases; and then they’d weep in sorrow at the idea that people are voluntarily turning down that safeguard.

It’s true, vaccines aren’t always 100% effective; I was immunized, but still got Whooping Cough (lowered immune function, if you recall). But you know who didn’t get it? My baby sister. My big sister. My cousins. My mother and father. My classmates, the other kids at my doctor’s office. The nurses at the hospital. The pharmacy workers. Their children. The kids my mom taught at school. All those people were safe because of vaccines. And you know what else? When I was in India, I was exposed to polio. Didn’t get it. Know why? I was vaccinated. I was exposed to chicken pox in 5th grade. One unvaccinated kid got it, and the other 4 kids in our class who weren’t vaccinated got it. But you know who didn’t? The rest of us who WERE vaccinated.


Vaccination may not be perfect, and the only way we will improve them is by continuing research. But the fact remains that as they are now, vaccines cause no lasting side effects (injection site pain goes away), and are extremely effective at preventing dangerous, painful, debilitating, often deadly diseases. Let’s keep researching, yes, but in the mean time, PLEASE vaccinate. It’s not worth your life, or your child’s, or anyone else’s. Vaccines save lives, not destroy them.

I Though I Was Coming With a Flu [edited]

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Fem!Reader, Sam, Dr. Blaze (OC)

word count: 2k

Warnings: Bit of angst, fluff, lots of it, unexpected pregnancy!!!

A/N: This is and old story among the firsts pices of SPN fanfiction I ever wrote and posted on Tumblr. Since my brain haven’t been helpful with me and the new stories I have in mind I decided to edit this one. I was about to change the ending a bit, but fuck it. I like it, even if it is dull… Oh, and I’m tagging people.

Anyways this is prompt: ‘The reader was told she was infertile by her doctor a long time ago. She finds out he was wrong when she realizes she’s pregnant… with Dean’s baby.    From “60+ Dean x Pregnant!reader Prompts” that I don’t remember who it was from because I deleted the original post, so sorry!! 


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I Thought I Was Coming With a Flu

The cold water felt wonderful against your hot, flushed face, soothing the feverish sensation. You delicately patted the droplets off of your sensitive skin with a soft fluffy towel. Observing in detail your reflection in the mirror, you didn’t recognize the person looking back at you anymore.

Dark circles around your eyes,cheeks shrunk to half it’s normal size- displaying the cheekbones through thin, pale skin - It’s been, what two, three weeks since you started to feel sick… you didn’t keep count anymore. Your neck looked longer and thinner, not to mention that you’d lost at least 20 lb and all of your jeans were baggy now, even your sweats started to slide down your hip.

You carded your fingers through your dirty hair, moving  it to the side and contemplated your languid face once more before rinsing your mouth with the last of mouthwash; what was the point on brushing your teeth if you were going to throw up again in like 20 minutes?

You made your way down the hall to the kitchen, stopping once or twice to catch your breath; you couldn’t be off bed for more than a few minutes without feeling like you were going to faint. You finally reached your destination and laid against the doorframe, to regain your composure and were immediately greeted by the worried looks of the Winchester brothers.

“Morning to you too,” you said in a sarcastic tone.

“Hi,” they said in the unison.

“Umm… Hun, you know it’s 5 in the afternoon, right?” Dean was getting up so you could seat on his place, even though there were a lot of empty chairs.

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You had only been in bed for a measly 2 hours when a harsh wave of nausea hit you once more and you bolted to the bathroom connected to your room. The soup you had sipped down earlier that afternoon made a gross reappearance as you vomited in the toilet, shaking slightly at the force. You hated throwing up, almost as much as you hated needles, but you’d take the flu any day if it meant you didn’t have to let some shaky handed doctor stick a needle in your arm. The vomiting ceased and you leaned back and groaned. Getting up on extremely shaky legs, you wobbled to the sink and began to brush your teeth. 

It was like the virus had knew exactly when you’d be alone and vulnerable, because the second your parents left for their anniversary vacation and Edward left with his family for an extended hunting mission, you fell ill with a nasty strain of the flu. You’d been throwing up steadily for 2 days and had dealt with the intense migraine and body aches for 3 and you honestly just wanted it all to end. You finished rinsing your mouth and half crawled back to your bed. Wrapping yourself once more under the mountain of blankets, you closed your eyes and attempted to once more gain some shut eye. 

What felt like seconds later, you felt the harsh wave of nausea. You attempted to sit up and climb out of bed, but between your weak muscles and tangled blankets, the task proved much too difficult. Tears built behind your eyes and your situation, but suddenly hands were moving quickly to unravel you and carry you swiftly to the bathroom. You didn’t have time to understand what was going on as bile rose and you leaned over the toilet. There wasn’t much left in your stomach, so it was mostly painful dry heaving that left you breathless. You whimpered as your stomach clenched again and tears pricked your eyes. Firm hands rubbed at your back and moved the sweaty stands of your hair out of the line of fire. A familiar voice soothed your cries and took you into their arms as your heaving stopped. 

“How long have you been sick?” Edward implored as he procured a hair tie and tied your hair back. 

You cuddled more into his arms despite the coolness of his skin, finding comfort in his presence. “Since you left.” You mumbled out. You moved to stand up so you rinse your mouth again and Edward helped you stand. 

“(Y/n) why didn’t you call me?” Edward grumbled, “I could have stayed with you.” 

You were shaking your head before he could finish his sentence, “I know how much you wanted to go, and you haven’t been hunting with your family in so long.” You grabbed a bottle of mouth wash, too tired to scrub at your teeth again, and swished it around. 

“My family would have understood, love.” He said softly. You finished up at the sink and, with Edwards help, shuffled back to bed. He helped swaddle you in the blankets and vanished out of the room before coming back with a plate and several bottles of medicine. 

“Have you ever had the flu shot?” Edward asked as he set down the plate that you discovered held sliced bananas and dry toast. 

You shuddered at his question and shook your head, “You know I don’t like needles.” 

He gave you a disproving look, “(Y/n), you need a flu shot.” 

“I’d rather have the flu.” 

He rolled his eyes and helped you sit up as he helped you swallow one of the pills. He followed it up with a slice of banana that you begrudgingly swallowed. You didn’t bother telling him you didn’t like bananas either. 

The next 24 hours was spent with Edward adorably doting on you as you wore out the rest of your sickness. By evening the next day you could finally hold down solid food without it coming back up later. You spent the rest of your time snuggled up in bed watching Hemlock Grove on Netflix. 

The next week, Edward finally guilted convinced you to let Carlisle give you a flu shot. Your hands were shaking slightly and nerves made you feel like you were going to throw up, but you were trying to keep it under control lest Emmett make fun of you again. You sat down in the chair Carlisle set aside for you and fidgeted. You could see Edward was holding back a smile. 

“I hear a single chuckle out of you and every single relationship privileged you have shall be revoked indefinitely.” You growled at him. He pursed his lips and grabbed your hand, pressing a soft kiss to it. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Edward said. Carlisle walked over then, holding some antiseptic and the dreaded needle. “Hey, look at me.” Edward said, tilting your chin towards him, “It’s okay love, just look at me.” 

“Don’t worry (y/n),” Carlisle said, “I have a very steady hand and it will be over before you know it.” 

You could smell the antiseptic as Carlisle wiped down the spot on your arm and you let out a shaky breath. Edward leaned forward and pressed his lips to your temple, rubbing a cold hand up and down your arm. 

“Just focus on my voice (y/n),” Edward said soft, “Just a second and it will be all over and then we can do whatever you want to do for the rest of the day.” 

You let the hypnotic lull of Edward’s voice sooth you, to the point where you barely registered the slight pinch of the needle. 

“There, all done.” Carlisle said he smoothed a band aid over the area. Edward moved back and you blinked a few times before you glanced at your arm.

“Really? Your done?” You said incredulously. 

Carlisle smiled, “Yep, that’s your flu shot for the year. I’ll have to give you another one next year if you’re still human.” 

You grinned at him and gave him a quick hug in thanks before hopping down from the chair.

“All the more incentive for you to change me then, Edward.” 

Things Damian Wayne has Definitely Done at Some Point

- challenged a  pigeon to a duel

- tried taking Goliath to Petsmart

- built a tree house with Colin behind Wayne Manor

- had a 36-hour Disney movie marathon with Dick

- snuck into Selina’s place when she wasn’t home to cuddle with her cats

- couldn’t handle the “Baby Mine” scene in Dumbo and broke down in Bruce’s lap

- punched a computer and broke the screen

- gave Tim a dead spider for Christmas

- bit a woman’s finger when she tried to pinch his cheek

- attempted to adopt a giraffe

- reluctantly dressed as Pinkie and The Brain with Dick for Halloween (he being Brain of course)

- made the mistake of walking in on Dick and Barbara and was thoroughly scarred for life

- got kicked out of class for correcting a teacher numerous times and maybe definitely calling her an “uncultured babbling wench”

- got the nickname Stewie Griffin for obvious reasons

- lost a bet with Steph and had to wear a pink batman onesie for an entire day

- had a nightmare about his death and cuddled with Jason the entire night

- was too short for every roller coaster at Adventureland

- replaced a sleep deprived Tim’s coffee grounds with dirt

- made Bruce get a ticket because he rode in the front without a car seat

- gave a pediatrician a black eye when given his flu shot

- stole Hal Jordan’s Green Lantern ring somehow and used it to make a giant fire sword

- got caught singing along to Whitney Houston

- got mistaken for a seven year-old

- thrust a butterknife through a table when offered a kid’s menu at a restaurant 



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Sensory pain is an experience, not an “interpretation”

Hey, so I read something the other day that used an odd way of wording sensory sensitivities. It said that autistic people can “interpret” some sensations they’re sensitive to as pain. Um, what? I don’t know how this isn’t obvious, but… it is pain. When I hear loud or very high pitched or other sounds that affect me badly, I experience pain. Yes, it is actual pain. It’s not an “interpretation,” it is an *experience*. Let’s use an example: If two people go to get a flu shot, and there is not really any difference between the procedure itself, one of those people may very well experience the shot as more painful than the other person who gets the shot does. Does that mean that the person who had more pain was just interpreting it wrong? No! That’s literally their experience. And if you invalidate them by saying, “Oh, it wasn’t that bad,” you’re being rude, because literally everyone experiences things differently. Anyhow, you wouldn’t typically try to tell a non-autistic person that their pain isn’t real just because it’s not the same as yours (unless you were being very inconsiderate), so why do we reduce the experience of pain that autistic people go through to simply an issue of “interpretation”? Don’t invalidate us just because you can’t imagine the legitimacy of an experience outside your own.

say you love me

summary:

you’re a doctor who finds bucky in an alley way, bleeding out. you help him, and get way more than you ever asked for. (based on this request.)

word count: 5.7K

pairing: bucky x reader

warnings: angst, fluff, open ending, bad writing

a/n: listen, i dont think this is good but i hope this is what ya wanted. there’s no smut in this, sorry my dudes :/ i left this ending kind of open and abrupt, so if y’all want a second part, i can write it. 

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Space Heater [DIBS 17]

It hit. Like a full on freight train straight through each temple, crashing into your eyelids, sending waves of nausea to your gut.

The boys were on a hunt, you opted to stay back, do research, when the laptop screen started to get all hazy wavy, the auras blending the words into what looked like Sanskrit.

They were English, by the way. Plain old English.

Grumbling as you managed to find your migraine medicine, you sent a quick text, to Sam.

9-1-1. Bring your warmth. U know where 2 find me.

Your phone dinged and you saw his response:

One furnace in an hour, xo

It took longer than an hour and it appeared what you thought was a migraine was now a full on attack of the flu.  You were retching in the bathroom’s toilet, using cool compresses on your forehead, and you as you debated drinking whiskey, Dean’s “cure all”, you felt your stomach flip, the taste of bile on your tongue, and you threw up again.

Crawling into bed, you were a mass of sweats.  You were in such a daze you didn’t feel the bed dip, or the massive amount of man pull you into his chest.

“Damn it, YN,” he sighed concerned, “not a migraine is it?”

“Nuh uh, Sh-ammy,” you replied congested, “my body hurts ‘lots.”

It had to be bad for you to regress to baby talk, Sam chuckled to himself, not aloud, because you’d beat him silly for even saying it.

“Let’s get you some fluids and medicine and we’ll sleep this off, ‘k?” he suggested.  You could hear him fiddling around in the medicine cabinet, shuffled out the door of your bedroom, towards the kitchen, shuffled back to you, handed you two horse pills, water, and took your temperature.

“103,” he sighed, “definitely not a migraine babe.” He settled into bed and you pushed at him.

“Don’t come any closher Shammy, I don’t wanna get’chu sick too,” you whined.

“YN, we made out like rabbits last night, before Dean and I went on the hunt, whatever you have, I am probably a petri dish of it right about now.”

“Grosh.”

You started to shiver and that’s when Sam brought you closer to his body, your own personal space heater.  Teeth clattering, you thanked him for coming home to you and he kissed the top of your matted hair, 

“Anything for you.”

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fic request: bellamy is helping clarke search for something in her things and he comes across a drawing of himself


Turnabout’s fair play,
Clarke figured, as she hefted Bellamy a little higher on her shoulder.  His breath fanned against her ear, smelling like four too many whiskey and cokes.  “Just a little farther,” she coaxed.

“You don’t have to help me,” he slurred.

“You helped me,” she countered and picked through his keys to find the right one.


Everything in her body hurt.  Every muscle ached and she was somehow on fire and freezing at the same time.  She heard a noise from the front door and honestly, if it was someone coming to kill her, she didn’t even care.  She felt like death anyway. They were welcome to try.

But her murderer didn’t come to the bedroom and her curiosity got the better of her and she heaved herself out from under her nest of blankets.

But in the kitchen, Clarke realized her fever must be sky high.  Because Bellamy Blake was standing at her stove with his sleeves rolled up to his forearms.  Her nose was stuffed up but whatever he was cooking smelled savory and delicious.

“You should be in bed,” he observed without looking over his shoulder.  The last time she’d seen him she was reasonably sure she’d called him a smug jackass.  But then he called her a spoiled princess so they were at least even on that front.

“I didn’t realize hallucinations could be this vivid,” she said and sank into a chair.  Her head felt too big for her body and her knees were weak.  She’d used up her energy walking the twenty feet to the kitchen, apparently.  “How did you get in?”

“I swiped Miller’s key,” he said, turning back to the stove.  “And I made enough soup to last you a few days.”

“Why?”

“Because when you have the flu it’s easy to run out of energy and that makes it harder to feed yourself.  In 1918, whole families starved to death during the flu pandemic thanks to fatigue.  So I made a bunch.  You can heat this up in seconds and it should keep you going until you feel better.”

Clarke closed her eyes and rested her head against the wall behind her.  “I mean, why did you come here?”

“Monty said you’d missed three days of work.  I figured you were really sick and everyone else is a germaphobe.”  Something clunked in front of her and she opened her eyes to find a bowl of soup with steam curling from the surface.  “And unlike the rest of our asshole friends, I’ve got my flu shot.”

Clarke eyed him warily and picked up the spoon.  “You really think I’m going to starve to death?”

Bellamy shrugged, a smile playing on his lips.  “Probably not..  But why risk it?”

“Thanks,” she said, fighting her own smile.  

Bellamy watched her eat and when she stood to take her bowl to the sink he plucked it from her hands.  “Back to bed,” he ordered, and if Clarke was feeling better she would have argued, but the heat that usually fueled their disagreements was gone, replaced by something akin to fondness.  He followed her to her bedroom— probably a wise choice, since she was really dizzy— and when she stumbled over a sweatshirt she’d left on the floor he caught her before she fell.

“Careful,” he said, steadying her and helping her the last few feet to her bed.  Clarke let him bring the blankets up to her chin and tuck her in.  “I’ll put the soup in the fridge and let myself out,” he said and turned to walk out.

He stopped at her dresser where her sketchbook was lying open and frowned.  “What?” Clarke asked, but he just shook his head.  

“Nothing.  Get some rest,” he directed, and then he was gone.


Clarke unlocked Bellamy’s door and heaved him inside.  He stumbled as he kicked off his shoes and she nudged him in the direction of his bedroom while she poured him a glass of water.  

His jeans were in a pile on the floor when she entered his room, his face mashed against his pillow.  “Drink this,” she ordered, and Bellamy groaned and pushed himself up.

“The room is spinning,” he complained and accepted the water.

“That’s what happens when you get super drunk,” she countered, but she kept her tone light.  Ever since her flu they’d been something like friends, but any time she tried to get closer to him he’d withdraw.  It was confusing, but at least tonight he’d agreed to let her help him home.

“Why me?” Bellamy slurred.

“Hmm?” Clarke asked.  

He drained the glass and flopped back down on his bed.  “Why’d you draw me?”  For a second she wasn’t sure what he was talking about, but then she remembered her sketchbook.

“It isn’t that I like his face, it’s that it’s an interesting face,” she’d explained to Lincoln when flicked through her work and raised his eyebrows at her three pages of sketches of Bellamy.  She’d been trying to capture the tilt of his chin and the angle of his cheekbones at first, and then moved on to trying to get the sparks in his eyes just right.  Lincoln clearly didn’t believe her, but Lincoln was sober.  Bellamy was drunk, which made this a lot easier.

“You have a sketchable face,” she said lightly.

“What’s that mean?”

“I means I like drawing your face,” she said, and Bellamy pressed his face into the pillow again.

“I like your face,” he mumbled, and her heart did a stutter step.  

That’s not what I said was on the tip of her tongue, but instead she just drew up his sheets.  “Get some rest,” she ordered and let herself out, her heart thundering the whole time.

I Really Really Missed You (Suggestive)

Originally posted by infinitblaq

A/N: sorry this isn’t the best and also that it took 27835 years lmao @choco-seventeen

It wasn’t easy to be in love with a boy that was never home, especially tonight. You hummed quietly to yourself while you mixed a dollop of honey into your tea. Your feet stood idly on the cold tile floor making your skin prickle and a chill jolting up your back. Only a big white tank top hung over your frame, Jun’s T-shirt to be exact. It was an old T-shirt he left behind while he went on tour three weeks ago, a small red stain of what you hoped was ketchup on the collar of the shirt making you understand why Jun left it behind.

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Flu Season ( male summoner x Alfonse oneshot )

// This is my first Kiralfonse oneshot so I hope it’s ok. I got this idea because flu season is around right know and how the 3 heroes would handle their summoner getting sick with another worldly illness. This is dedicated to @sarai377 because her oneshots got me into this ship, Naga bless you girl! //

It was a cool crisp February morning in Askr. The sun peeked through the curtains of Kiran’s room in the castle, hitting the summoners face as it roes him from his deep slumber. He let out a groan and pulled the covers over his head, hoping to get a few more minutes of sleep. Anna usually came and woke him up because with out an alarm he would usually sleep until noon which he loved to do on the weekend back home. It had been month since he was pulled from his world and so fare he loved it here. Kiran had always been into the medieval stuff so he didn’t mind changing his life style a bit. A knock then sounded at the door and he heard the sound of Anna’s voice. “Come on Kiran time to get up, breakfast will be ready in a few minutes!” She said. “Ok, ok i’m up.” He called to let her know he was awake. He heard a satisfied sound from the other side of the door then footsteps leading away. He let out a sigh and sat up, stretching his arms above his head and slid out of bed. But as soon as he stood up a wave of dizziness struck him and he stumbled. He let out a shaky breath and grabbed onto the bed post to keep from falling over.

 “Wow…” He mumbled holding his head as a headache started to make itself known. He shook his head and made his way to the bathroom to wash up before getting dressed and heading to the dinning room to meet the others for breakfast. As he walked he realized just how tired he still felt, his body aching too even though they didn’t have a battle the day before. He walked into the dinning room to see the royal siblings, Anna, and the few Hero’s he had summoned so far. “Good morning Kiran!” Sharena smiled as Kiran sat down next to her. “Morning.” he yawned and she giggled. “You still tired? Didn’t you turn in early last night.” She asked and the albino nodded. “Ya I just feel really out of it this morning.” He mumbled and rubbed his head, still trying to get ride of his headache. “Well i’m sure you’ll wake up once you get something to eat.” Anna said and Kiran nodded. As he put some fruit into a bole his glanced over at Alfonse who seems to be in deep though. “You ok Alfonse?“ He asked and the prince blinked and looked up at the smaller male. “Hm? Oh yes I’m fine just thinking is all.” The prince smiled lightly at the summoner. Kiran raised a brow not buying it but he let the prince be. “Ok whatever dude.” He said popping a Grape into his mouth and the prince rolled his eye’s with a smile.

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When I was little I wanted to be a princess. I wanted to wear flower crowns in my hair, to have my nails polished, and my makeup done perfectly everyday. I wanted to be the definition of beauty.

When I was little, I wanted to be a doctor. I wanted to help those who were hurting and to make little girls who wanted to be a princess stop crying when she got her flu shot. I wanted to be the definition of helpful.

When I was little, I wanted to be a teacher. I wanted to know my times tables as well as I know the shape of his hands now and I wanted little girls who wanted to be doctors to feel smart enough to reach for their dreams. I wanted to be the definition of inspiring.

When I was little I wanted to be everything. My inspirations changed by the minute just as a sun sets. My aspersions were larger than skyscrapers and were moving as fast as rockets. But then life tore me apart. Piece by piece my innocence was lost. I was a Ponyboy stuck in a shredder that my elders called life. Tears were dried with time and I never got the chance to live. I wanted to have everything and to feel every feeling I just never thought that happiness would be the hardest to find. I never imagined a life where Prince Charming wasn’t real, being nice doesn’t always stop the tears, and most time inspiration fades, just as memory of times tables.

When I was little, I wanted to be happy.

—  05/11/17 12:07 a.m.
Auston Matthews - Sick Day

(A/N: I’m so sorry for the long waits guys. I have 14 requests going right now and can only write on the weekends. School always, always comes first.)

Warnings: mentions of being sick/throwing up

Originally posted by calgaryinferno

You woke up to the distinct sound of gagging and throwing up coming from the bathroom. With a groan of annoyance, you walked in to find your boyfriend’s head shoved in a toilet bowl as he threw up again.

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anonymous asked:

Jack is wretchedly sick and Bitty is taking care of him. (Not hospital sick, but still total feverish misery.)

Jack doesn’t really get sick.  Years of spending hours a day in ice rinks have left him all but immune to the effects of the cold, he takes multivitamins religiously, eats well, sleeps consistently, and keeps up with his doctor’s appointments.  He’s the picture of physical health, and he’s gotten quite used to it.  

Jack doesn’t really get sick.  

But when he does, he gets really sick.

Like, truly, pathetically, bed-ridden sick.  In fact, the incident that cemented his friendship with Lardo came when they were the only two crashing at the Haus for spring break Sophomore year, and he came down with a late flu so badly that he couldn’t keep himself steady on his feet.  For the worst couple days of it, he was so weak she had to help him to the bathroom to pee.  They never spoke of it to the guys, but by the time everyone came back, they were ride or die.

And Jack hadn’t been sick again before graduation.  As he kicked into high gear preparing himself to enter the NHL, he was even more obsessively healthy, and with Bitty holding the Haus to a higher standard of cleanliness, there were fewer germs flying around than ever before.  The only thing that could’ve sabotaged him was the “awful green couch that probably had smallpox in it, good lord”, but even that, he’d built up an immunity to.  But being in a totally new city, in a new apartment, and surrounded by all new people - some of which had very tiny children - was enough to do him in.  And when Providence flu season rolled around, there was no vaccine or vitamin supplement that could save him.

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