i love being sick these days!!!!!

I’m really sick of misunderstandings of Russell T Davies’ characterization of the Doctor being used to treat basic aspects of the character present since the beginning as out of character.

The Doctor was never a perfect hero who loves every little person. Not even in the Davies era, no matter what some claim. He can be shortsighted and selfish and condescending, and has had those aspects since the beginning. Even in The End of Time, Ten seriously contemplates not saving Wilf. The Doctor’s not pure and good. He just strives to be, and on a good day succeeds in helping and learning however he can. And both Davies and Moffat explore that tension in really interesting ways.

bitch i am so chubby and cute and i love eating whatever i want and i love my cute ass chubby tummy and i love this life a million times more than counting calories, having to do math with every meal, feeling guilty every time i eat, and putting my body through hell as punishment. recovery is so much better. i’d choose being overweight over being sick any day. i don’t want to be sick anymore.

i dont see posts like this often but like fucking shout out to trans guys with height dysphoria

trans guys who are always the shortest boy in a group of boys

trans guys who are under 5'5

trans guys who feel like they dont pass bc of their height

trans guys who are sick of tall trans guys and tall boys in general being the only representation of boys

trans guys who have height dysphoria as the root of their dysphoria

as someone who struggles with height dyspho every day, i want all the other short dudes to know theyre super hot, handsome and loveable, and not inferior to tall guys. theyre just as manly and strong as tall guys and theyre just as much of a man as a guy who’s 6’. lucio from overwatch is 5'3 and everyone loves him just remember that. stay strong my tiny dudes

SickFic Prompts

I’ve been craving SickFic, so have some prompts and feel free to tag me here at @wordmage because I would love to see your takes on the prompts below. Feel free to add more, or use it for RP/art, whatever. I plan to try and fill them all out, myself.


99.9% Immunity - (character) never gets sick, right? Wrong.

Elephant in the Room - (character) is sick, but for some reason - rank, personality, etc - no one is talking about it

Heroes Don’t Take Sick Days - there’s no time to rest when you have to save the world, so (character) has to push themselves even when miserable

Insult to Injury - as if being injured wasn’t enough, (character) is getting sick too

Ill Timed - it’s the worst possible time for (character) to be sick, but their body didn’t get the memo

Irreplaceable - (character) is the leader/boss and isn’t able to take personal time off, even when they’re under the weather

It’s Nothing - (character) insists they’re fine, right up until they collapse

Medic Down - every group seems to have a primary caretaker. How do they handle it when (character) is the one sick?

Milking It - if (character) has to be sick, they’re at least going to get as much pampering out of others as they can

Not a Word - (character) said they don’t get sick, and isn’t in the mood for anyone to remind them while they recover

No Rest for the Wicked - the big bad (character) has more to worry about than the good guys

Open Secret - everyone knows (character) is sick, but they’re trying so hard no one has said anything

Persuasive Partners - (character) is sick, and refusing to stay put; their partner(s) give them a good reason to stay in bed

Stepping Up - boss/leader (character) is clearly miserable, so the others go out of their way to take as much of their workload as possible

Suffer in Silence - for whatever reason, (character) doesn’t want anyone to know they’re sick, and does everything they can to hide it

Take One Down… - (character) gets sick, and spreads it to the rest of the group

Team Mom/Dad - (character) is the one to always take care of others on the team

The Wolf Cries True - (character) has been known to exaggerate or even pretend they’re sick, only this time they’re telling the truth

This is Your Fault - (character A) was clingy while they were sick, and now (character B) has it

Why Didn’t You Say? - (character) hasn’t been feeling well, making for some uncharacteristic behavior, and their partner(s)/team/friends are much more understanding once they realize why

The Crows Against the Common Cold

I have a cold so I’m inspired.

Matthias: sleeps it right off. Takes him max two days to get rid of it. Coughs maybe once. This pisses Nina offffff. Rises and shines like the secret tulip he is. “Cold? What cold? I live in the ice.”

Nina: loathes being sick. Even just the sniffles. Doesn’t want to be seen except not really. Could she eliminate it with her heart rending? Probably. But she won’t because everyone lavishes attention on her and she LOVES IT. Mattias babies her and so does Inej. Milks it as long as she can #DramaQueen

Jesper: Also #DramaQueen. But actually grumpier than Nina can be because he has to rest to get better and what is rest??? Loves Wylan taking care of him though. Very verbal about being cut down in the prime of life by the cold while wylan just shakes his head and spoon feeds him soup.

Wylan: (brought to you by my friend betterthanwaffles). Tries to hide being sick. Doesn’t want people to know because Jan Van DICK would get mad at him and call him weak. Not sure how Jesper found out, but suddenly Wy’s tucked in bed with blankets and tissues up to the gills. *cough cough Kaz told Jesper*

Kuwei: wants Jesper’s attention but he’s getting over it. Knows chemistry so well he can usually shake the cold quickly with different concoctions. Very quiet while sick. Sucks on cough drops obsessively.

Inej: tries to go about her business. Doesn’t exactly hide it, but doesn’t want a fuss. Nina wants to fuss so bad, so Inej avoids her as much as she can. Then Kaz hears her cough while trying to sneak in his office and he sends her straight to bed and sics Nina on her. Says it’s because he can’t afford a Wraith who gives herself away sneezing everywhere. Actually he is in love and brings her medicines and tissues on the sly. She knows.

Kaz: immune. The germs just burst into microscopic flame.

SJM Meet! (contains slight acowar spoilers)

so I have details for you guys:
•SJM wrote Tower of Dawn after being sick for 9 months and on some medicine that actually made her write it so quickly
•her editor found out about her work on her acotar novellas when she accidentally spilled after drinking a bit too many “adult beverages”
•Rhys’ last name is “hotpants” (she honestly does not have a last name for him)
•Amren is an Old Testament angel of death
•she loves her dog a lot
•the first spin-off acotar novel will be set a few months after acowar
•she wrote 20,000 words of Chaol’s novel in one day
•Tower of Dawn will be around the same size as Empire of Storms
•she believes that people should read and write what they love and not what other people like, that their writing would be better if they wrote what they love
•Catwoman comes out August 2018
•She loves the Black Dagger Brotherhood series by J.R. Ward (Rowan would read this series)
•She also loves Karen Marie Moning’s Fever series
•if a guy in her books has a tattoo, he’s THE guy •she loves building female friendships in her novels
•she believes that all females should own their sexuality and be proud of it and not let society push them down. “GIRL POWER!”

she was super sweet when she signed my books and I loved meeting her, ACoWaR was an amazing book so if you haven’t read it, pick it up and read it right now (you might sob)

Dating Jeff Atkins Would Include

Originally posted by knightlley

  • He’s such a sweetheart 
  • But he’s so shell shocked
  • You could have picked anyone and you picked him
  • Smiley Jeff
  • You asking him out
  • Again, he’s shocked
  • He’s totally and utterly whipped
  • His teammates tease him 
  • “She’s got you wrapped around her finger bro.”
  • Blushing Jeff
  • Hand holding
  • PDA
  • Going on movie dates at the Crestmont
  • Clay and Hannah mocking the two of you
  • “Oh Jeff!”
  • Hannah waving her hand in exasperation and sighing
  • Clay pretending to be Jeff
  • “I couldn’t live without you (Y/n).”
  • To piss them off, you start making out in front of them
  • “You two make me sick.”
  • “For once, I agree with helmet.”
  • Being Tony’s best friend and him teasing the both of you
  • Tony being one of your biggest shippers
  • “I made this happen.  Don’t forget it on your wedding day.”
  • “Shut up.”
  • “I mean it.  If I’m not best man, someone is going to have hell to pay.”
  • First ‘I love you’ being 100% romantic
  • Jeff taking you out to stargaze
  • “Just like the stars, when I see you, I see a world full of possibilities.”
  • He smiles down at you with the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen
  • Pulling him in for a loving kiss
  • Both muttering a breathless first ‘I love you’ to each other 
  • Cuddling until dawn
  • Going to parties together
  • Jeff does not go out on the beer run
  • #jeffatkinssurvived
  • Being the IT couple
  • He gives you a promise ring before you graduate
  • “I’m going to marry you one day.”
  • “And I’ll be waiting for that day.”
  • You two never lose your spark
  • Being the best couple
  • Your personalities compliment each other so well
  • When you do get married, it’s magical
  • On your wedding day, as always Jeff is very romantic
  • Writing the best vows
  • “Just like the stars, when I see you, I see a world full of possibilities.”
  • You swoon
  • Jeff smiling down at you with the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen
  • Pulling him in for a loving kiss
  • Breathlessly muttering your first ‘I love you’ as a married couple
  • Tony is the best man
  • “Thank you for choosing me.  I love you both so much.”
  • Clay and Hannah cheering for the both of you
  • “Go get her Atkins.”
  • “I love you Jeffrey Atkins.”
  • “I love you (Y/n) Atkins.”
Soulmates

Pairing: Harry and Y/N

Word Count: 1600

Prompt (AU) : Harry took his anger out in sex-and you weren’t supposed to do that. He would go to the bar and find others just as terrible and lonely as him, drink, and then sink his sorrows into anything with breast and a hole were to put it. Niall always rolled his eyes the next morning and say to Harry “you’re a proper dick, yeh know that right?”, to which Harry would lift his middle finger up and respond with, “if soulmates are real she would love me anyhow.”

“Harry when you meet her your life will change,” Anne says, handing him a cup of tea.

Harry rolls his eyes, “I don’t care to meet her. It’s all bullshit,” Harry grumbles.


Y/N was never much of a talker; she had maybe said eight sentences in her whole life time. She wasn’t sure where the fear really came from, the fear of saying the wrong thing, of being too loud, of not being heard, so she kept to herself. People didn’t seem to understand though, they couldn’t comprehend why she chose to not talk, so she was labeled as weird, freak, stupid etc. Then they labeled her as mute (and she was) but she hated that term, she really did, Y/N just hated being labeled. At first it hurt, it really did, but Y/N soon learned to ignore them, she could only really care about what her Soulmate would have to say, and deep down a part of her wished that they were like her, quiet.

Soulmates, Y/N had been waiting for hers for a long time. She could remember sitting in class in fifth grade, when the teacher explained the process. She explained how everyone was born with a mark, a mark that only their other half had and she made them find that mark. Y/N’s was on her wrist, it was small, and lighter than her regular skin color, she wasn’t sure what it was at first, it just looked like a stick. But the teacher explained how the mark gets more detailed as they get older and closer to finding their person, and Y/N had noticed how that mark slowly grew into a small flower, a petal or two still missing.

Her teacher explained how every person was made for the other, and that they would feel their soulmates emotions, pain, negative thoughts, happy thoughts. They were connected and no matter what the other would always feel what their person was feeling. Y/N had learned that her person always seemed to be grumpy.

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He has this video, saying “GLITCHTALE EPISODE 4 SPOILERS”

HIS DESCRIPTION:

He has already uploaded so proudly to his channel. 1 and 5


I commented on it, he ignored me and uploaded even more.

He literally has recorded the entire battle I’ve been animating these past 3 weeks and a half.

And this ass uploads it with a “I hope you enjoy!”

Oh! but cami! you’re so rude to that kid! You can’t send your fans to hate on him! telling him rude things is bad!

HOW ABOUT SCREW YOU

What about me? I’m the one who took 6 years of her life to get to where I am

I AM the one who stays awake until 4 AM being sick to finish a single scene of this animation

I AM the one who works her ass off every single damn day to work on this, because I LOVE to do it. Because I LOVE to create.

I AM the one being affected here.

IF YOU want to have empathy for jerks like these. Go ahead. Because I won’t. And I’m in ALL my rights to don’t have it. Because THIS is the kind of IDIOT that has been ruining my will to draw and create the past 2 weeks.

It is my life at risk, and asses like these take it as a joke.

Would you like it if someone took everything you care about and stomp it on the ground? No? Because I don’t. 

And is not about “being rude” or “going too far” because I’ve been getting STOMPED ON, BY EVERYONE this week. And I’m DONE playing the nice guy in the situation.

It is MY WORK and I will NOT allow some ass to ruin it for me. I’ll use any means necessary to take all the videos he has uploaded down. And I’ll make sure that whatever other video he has about me, will never see the platform until I finish this damn episode. And it’s featured for the first time in my channel. 

And if you’re here to tell me “oh cami calm down! ignore it! dont be so rude!” save some time from your life and don’t even BOTHER to write. Because I’m done going that route.

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I’m sick.

Sick day

*slytherin sitting in their common room with a cold.*
Slytherin: *sneezes* “damn I hate being sick”
*from the corridor*
“DID I HEAR SOMEONE SAY SICK?”
*Hufflepuff runs into the room with a blanket and thermos of chicken noodle soup*
Hufflepuff: “I have soup, peppermint tea, cough drops, vitamin c tablets, and medicine.”
Slytherin: “what? How did you get in here?-”
Hufflepuff: “You have no security now shut up and eat your chicken and stars”
Slytherin: “YOU GOT ME CHICKEN AND STARS? I LOVE THOSE”

i want to
  • take you to concerts you love to watch your face light up
  • give you the last of my food if you want it
  • watch your favourite movies with you - give me running commentary of all your favourite parts if you like
  • learn about your whole life, good and bad
  • play with your hair while you doze in my lap
  • get random texts from you about stupid things
  • see every cat picture you think is funny
  • feel my heart in my mouth the first time i hold your hand
  • dance with you (i’ll sit in a wheelchair with you in my lap if i have to) 
  • see you first thing in the morning with bed hair and old pjs
  • show you the stars and make up ridiculous constellations
  • make you blush with every compliment
  • make you soup when you’re sick and risk a cold with my shit immune system
  • make you sneeze your drink in laughter
  • watch you grow as a person
  • be the one you want to text in the middle of the night
  • make you snacks when you’re busy and forget to eat
  • one day get the chance to fuck up your lipstick

“Would you take him back?”

She hesitated and placed her hand over her heart.

She let out a deep sigh “You know I cried uncontrollably every day for weeks. I sobbed and screamed, begging for the pain to go away. I prayed so hard, so fucking hard for him to come back to me. Maybe if he reached out to me durning those days I would’ve taken him back in a heartbeat.”

“But he didn’t”

“One day I just grew tired of crying myself to sleep and feeling so damn exhausted in the morning. I was tired of walking around feeling nothing and everything all at once. I was sick of being broken while he was perfectly okay.”

“That day I realized if he truly did care for me, truly loved me he wouldn’t have caused me that much pain and sorrow. He ran out of chances, he ran out of time, he ran out of my love.”

—  “to answer your question: no”

anonymous asked:

I love your writing! Can you write a harry imagine where he wakes up one morning feeling really sick and not well at all but he doesn't want to disappoint his fans and cancel a show just from sickness so he carries about his day not telling you he's feeling ill but you can tell something is off and harry is being really weird and clingy and looks sick.. eventually he feels so bad that he has to tell you? Thanks!

Not Just Allergies

You had your suspicions the night before. He had collapsed onto the couch with a warm cup of tea after he’d gotten home, and had remained mostly quiet as you cooked dinner and went about your daily activities. You’d even caught him dozing off on the couch a few times, only to be startled awake and claim he was only resting his eyes when you came into the room.

Later that night, you curled up with him on the couch to watch the episodes of your favorite show you’d missed throughout your busy weeks. He rested his head on your shoulder, letting you hold him. It was when he fell asleep, only twenty minutes into the first episode, that you thought something might be wrong.

You sighed and quickly paused the episode, pressing the home button on your phone and seeing that it was barely past 8 o'clock. Harry usually wasn’t one to go to bed this early, especially not when he knew he’d be spending the night cuddling with you on the couch and stealing kisses from your lips every time you fast-forwarded through commercials.

You rubbed his arm, trying to wake him up slowly so you could make sure he was feeling alright and find some kind of medicine if he wasn’t. He groggily opened his eyes, looking up at you with exhaustion clear on his face.

“Is everything okay?” You asked quietly, as Harry squinted at the soft light of the lamp in the room. He yawned, tipping his head back and stretching his achy limbs.

“M’ fine. I think I’m going to head up to bed, though.”

Your eyebrows narrowed, rubbing his back as he slowly escaped from your grasp and began to sit up.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay? It’s still early.” You pried; the sun had barely set and the dishes from dinner were freshly sitting in the sink. On a normal day, it would be at least a few more hours until you started thinking about going to sleep. He nodded convincingly, standing up off the couch and adjusting the sweatpants on his waist.

“Just tired, that’s all. I’ve been busy.” He assured you, leaning down to kiss your temple gently.

“Finish the episode, don’t worry about coming up with me. Love you.”

You heard his footsteps fade as he made his way up the stairs, and you were left to flip through a few channels on the television until you could find something to entertain yourself with. It wasn’t long before you ended up watching some reruns, and it had barely been over an hour when you found yourself too bored to pay attention any longer. So you slowly trudged upstairs, and peeked into the bedroom before heading to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Harry was practically hidden under the sheets, in a different way than usual. It was common for him to get tangled in the blankets while he tossed and turned throughout the night, but this time Harry had piled up layers of warm fleece on top of his body until he was practically unrecognizable beneath them. You frowned as you walked quietly into the bedroom, slipping into some pajamas and and curling up on your side of the bed, careful not to get too close in case your suspicions were correct and he was getting sick.

The next morning, you woke up to the sounds of drawers being opened and shut clumsily and you weren’t surprised to see Harry fumbling around as he tried to get ready for whatever he had on his schedule that day.

“Good morning.” You yawned, craning your neck upwards to watch him slip a shirt over his freshly showered body.

As he turned towards you, you sat up straighter to get a better look at his face. There were dark bags under his eyes, despite the fact that he’d gotten more than enough sleep, and his skin looked ghostly white. His body moved with a certain slowness, it looked like he was contemplating every step as if his body couldn’t hold him up.

He mumbled a quiet ‘good morning’ in return, rubbing his eyes miserably as he fought off the urge to fall back into the mattress and go back to sleep. You slowly got off the bed, and walked to where he was gathering a few things from the chair where he’d slung a few shirts the night before.

“Hey, mister, I think you’re sick. You’d better stay in and rest today.” You advised.

He flinched away when you reached to press your palm against his forehead, not wanting you to feel the warmth that indicated his temperature. He didn’t know for sure if he was running a fever, but based on the way he felt, he wouldn’t be surprised if it was much higher than normal.

“I’m okay. I feel fine.” He protested, making an effort to stand up straighter and appear like he wasn’t about to double over from his pounding headache and sore limbs. You raised your eyebrows, not believing for a second that he was actually okay. But you left him alone for a few seconds, while you shut the bathroom door behind you to brush your teeth.

When you came back out, Harry had slipped a sweater on over his t-shirt and pulled the sleeves down so they covered his hands.

“Baby, it’s warm outside.”

It was obvious at this point that you were concerned. Meanwhile, he was trying to convince himself that he was alright so he could convince you too.

“I’m just a bit chilly, that’s all. The water was cold in the shower this morning.”

You didn’t believe him for a second, but you knew how stubborn he could be, especially when he had something to get done. You followed him down the stairs and watched him pour himself a cup of black coffee, gulping it down and wincing when the hot liquid burned against his sore throat.

“Harry.”

“I’m fine.”

He gave you an unconvincing smile and patted your shoulder as he walked past you to grab his bag by the door.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay home? I’ll get some blankets on the couch and we can watch a movie. I can start some tea right now too if you-”

He cut you off when he stepped forward, placing both hands on your shoulders and forcing you to look up at his face looming over you. You could see that he just wasn’t himself; he looked completely exhausted and like he could fall apart at any second.

“I’m okay. I feel fine. I’m probably just having some kind of allergy thing, now that it’s spring. Please, baby, don’t give me that look.” He raised his eyebrows when you pouted at him. If there was any way of getting him to stay home, that was your last option.

He pulled away when you flicked your hand up and tried to reach for his forehead again; his reflexes were too quick. It was silly, really, because if there was nothing wrong with him, he’d have no problem with you pressing your hand against his forehead to judge his temperature. You knew he was hiding something, and he knew that you weren’t gullible enough to believe him when he said he was fine.

“Promise me you’ll come home if you feel too sick. I’ll come pick you up if I need to.” You gave in, rubbing his arm as you looked up at him in concern. He nodded, a small smile on his face as he took a step towards the door.

“I promise.”

You quickly hugged him goodbye, and he opted to press his lips against your cheek instead of kissing you. If there was any last confirmation you needed that he was sick, that was it. He would always give you a real kiss goodbye, which usually turned into a short make out session, before he left for the day.

As you busied yourself with things around the house, you couldn’t keep your mind from wandering to the way Harry was acting. You were starting to doubt yourself, thinking that maybe Harry really was just having a flare up of his allergies and there wasn’t anything to worry about. If that was the case, you felt bad for pressing the issue if there was never one to begin with. You’d hate to give him a hard time, but at least that way he knew you cared.

The hours ticked by slowly, and it felt like days had passed by the time you heard Harry’s keys twisting in the lock. Needless to say, you’d spent all day worrying if he was alright.

You tried to give him some space, and continued drying some dishes while you waited for him to kick off his boots and take off his jacket. However, you felt his arms wrap around you from behind sooner than you expected, and you turned around to see his sweatshirt still covering his body and his shoes still on his feet. His nose was red, his eyes looked puffy with exhaustion, and his face was even more pale than it had been that morning.

“Baby…” You cupped his cheek and he leaned into your warmth, closing his eyes in comfort and sniffling softly. You wanted so badly to say ‘I told you so’, but you knew that wasn’t what he needed to hear. He already knew you’d been right.

This time, he didn’t flinch away when you pressed your palm to his head and felt it burning under your touch. Instead, he looked you in the eyes, nearly begging for you to make him feel better. You’d heard it a million times that men were babies when they’re sick, and Harry was definitely no different. There were times when he was able to push past it and get on with his day, like he had that morning, but he always needed a warm pair of arms to hold him and take care of him at the end of the day.

“Go get out of those skinny jeans, okay? I’ll start the tea.” You smiled sympathetically and tried to turn around, but Harry wasn’t having it. He grabbed your wrist, holding your hand against his cheek and letting out a soft whine. Although you should’ve found it annoying, it only made you want to wrap him up in a blanket and cuddle him against your chest like the big baby he was.

“Sweetheart, just let me get the tea, okay? Once you get changed I won’t leave your side the rest of the night, I promise.”

He hesitated, but slowly backed away and trudged up the stairs to change. You got busy with the tea, thankful that he was moving slowly so you had enough time to finish before he returned.

You felt him next to you, his body radiating even more heat than usual, and he dropped his head against your shoulder as you poured some tea into a big mug.

“Good?” You asked, cautiously handing him the tea and looking up at him. He nodded slowly, muttering a soft 'thank you’.

“Let’s get you all comfy on the couch, okay? We can put on a movie if you want.”

He clung to your hand as you walked over to the couch, tightening his grip whenever you tried to pull away to do something. You managed to lay some blankets on the couch and fluff the pillows with only one hand, letting him hold onto you. You knew he must be feeling pretty bad if he was that clingy.

“Wanna be the little spoon.” He sniffled, looking at you with the most innocent expression you swore you were going to melt into a giant puddle on the carpet.

You nodded, laying down first and opening your arms, letting him snuggle his back against you. Propping your head up on some pillows so you could see over his broad back, you handed him the remote so he could pick a movie and let your hands rest over his stomach. The couch wasn’t big, and you were somewhat afraid he’d roll off the edge if he wasn’t pressed so close against you. You slung a warm blanket over you both as you felt him shiver and rubbed his arm gently. His body was stuck so tightly against you so you could feel his slightly labored breathing, and felt his chest rise with each sniffle and cough.

You pressed your lips to his head as he reached for your hand under the blanket. It wasn’t hard to tell that he wasn’t paying attention to the movie that was playing, especially when he flipped around in your arms so his face was nuzzled into your shoulder. With a loud sniffle, he sighed and clung to your body tighter.

“I don’t feel good at all.” He moaned.

You pouted and rubbed your hand over the soft fabric of his shirt, and kissed his forehead again.

“I know, baby. Try to get some sleep. I think it would help.” You whispered, pulling the blanket up slightly so his body was covered and warm.

“Don’t go.” He whined, clutching you tighter and coughing into your neck. You winced, picturing the germs splattering onto your skin, but you stayed as still as you could. You weren’t about to deny Harry comfort.

“I wont, I promise. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

He didn’t want to fall asleep, but it was getting hard to fight the urge when he was just so tired and you were so warm and comfy. With your arms around him and his body warm from the tea and blanket, he found it impossible to stay awake any longer.

You couldn’t even complain when his loud snores nearly burst your eardrums, because he was clearly exhausted and all he needed was your warmth and comfort to make things a little better.

Let’s theorize about Star vs

Please be wary if you haven’t seen Into the Wand yet, as I’m going to talk about obvious spoilers.

I must say this episode gave us a lot of information to chew on, and luckily I have been sick and laying in my bed all day which sure gives me a lot of opportunity to mull things over.

So, assuming Eclipsa is Star’s grandmother, that would make her Moon’s mother. It’s very interesting that we now canonically have a queen that fell in love with a monster. Considering mewmans today are still at odds with monsters, I’m going to say the whole idea of the queen being in love with a monster didn’t go over well with the population back then.

The plaque says that Eclipsa was married to a mewman king, and presumably gave birth to Moon, before eloping with a monster (I find it interesting that the monster in the tapestry is noticeably wearing a ring on his ring finger). I imagine this happened when Moon was at a very young age, maybe she was even Star’s age, and she has grown a lot of resentment towards her mother and towards monsters over it. (Yay! She has mother issues!) Perhaps she sided with the mewman population and considered her a traitor, perhaps she put the blame entirely on monsters for stealing her mother away. It’s hard to say, this is all speculation, but it’s not hard to guess that Moon had a lot of negative feelings about these events.

Which brings us to this image

So it goes without saying that these tapestries are intended to depict a defining moment for the queen they are portraying, and boy is there a lot going on in this picture. First off there is the obvious proof that Toffee battled with Moon in the past. But there is something interesting in Toffee’s outfit upon closer inspection

His shoulder pads are skulls that have the same cheek marks as Moon and Eclipsa. This could have the obvious interpretation that he is an enemy of these two queens, but if you’re like me and love reading too much into everything it could mean that Toffee has a relation to these two in some way. And especially after seeing these tweets kicking around on twitter

There has been crazy fandom theorizing that Toffee is the son of Eclipsa and the monster she eloped with, making him Moon’s half-sibling. Juicy drama fitting of a spanish soap opera. It’s hard to say why Toffee was battling with Moon, maybe he was trying to claim the throne? To share it? Avenge his mother who was exiled from her kingdom? Maybe he’s not actually related at all and he’s just attacking the kingdom cus he’s an evil monster? Who knows.

Whatever the reason, Moon is attacking him with a ferocity and anger that we have never seen from her before. A character who we have barely seen crack a smile is now shown holding a vicious expression like this

With the plaque saying that she unleashed her “darkest spell” on Toffee. It is very clear that she has many personal feelings towards Toffee, for one reason or another.

My main thought that I get from all this is one thing: if it is true that Toffee is related to Moon, then this scene depicts a very decisive moment in Mewni history. With the last queen running off to be with a monster, the relations between mewmans and monsters was likely in a state of unrest. Moon had the power to either create a peace between the two parties, or forever sever them, making monsters the enemy of Mewni. In her state of anger and resentment over what her mother did, she released this dark spell, deciding that monsters do not deserve to be equals with mewmans. It certainly adds a lot of depth to her character.

This is all insane speculation on my part of course. I fully expect that when all is revealed in canon I will be proven completely wrong, but that’s kinda the fun part of theorizing.

hidden away || dylan o’brien (smut)

word count: 5226

warnings: mentions of cheating, oral (both receiving), daddy kink, unprotected sex, angst

request: how about an obrien imagine where it starts w yn in her room w her boyfriend and theyre talking and shes obviously bored and then she tells him shes gonna take a nap and shes feeling kinda sick so he leaves and then she watches out the window as he drives away and then dylan comes out of the closet saying “ugh finally that prick was taking forever to get outta here” or something like that and then it gets all smutty and stuffy thankssss

author’s note: this is my attempt at getting out of the funk i was in for a couple weeks! i hope you enjoy, thank you so much lau @thelittlestkitsune for being so supportive and helping past things for a couple days! she’s my sweet muffin and i love her! also part two? let me know what y’all think!

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