i was not having a very good day

BTS as shit I (Admin Unnie) have said
  • Jin: *mom drops me off at school at 7:45 am* What's for dinner tonight?
  • Yoongi: *nephew cries when time for nap* you're gonna regret this one day
  • Hoseok: of course you're having a good day, I'm here
  • Namjoon: You cannot trust me with anything I could potentially burn myself on. I once burned myself making hot chocolate with a Keurig.
  • Jimin: *nephew puts his hand on mine and says "hot"* why yes I am hot thank you very much
  • Taehyung: Whenever I begin to lose faith in humanity, I remember that Park Jimin exists
  • Jungkook: I got a 31 on the ACT!! *classmate says he got a 32* Screw you and your 32

levi is the only one i can draw semi-consistent, so i figured… why not draw a bunch of different levis so i can confuse myself?

i haven’t read @valisi-clark‘s fic smack[x] yet, so i’ve spent the past couple of days reading through this novel-length monster. i’m one chapter away from being caught up. it’s quite a fucking ride, i gotta say. very, very good. i’ve been tickled that our interpretations of levi have been so close when i haven’t read this fic before–so i wanted to sketch my final tour[x]!levi along with canon!levi to see how different each levi can be. i’m not really happy with smack!levi yet, but there will definitely be more fanart to come, so i’ll figure it out.

don’t worry guys. i start some figure drawing courses tomorrow, so hopefully i’ll Git Gud at this soon.


Hi I’m Wynter. Lesbsin, 15, single, New Zealand, looking for a girlfriend that can be mine that I can hold, grab, kiss, cuddle, make out with, and fall asleep with. I just want to be loved And taken care of and someone that calls me baby. I really like art/painting. I come out gay two years ago. I have my good days and bad. I’m just trying to find my place in the world. I also don’t mind long distance relationships. I know I’m only 15 but I am very mature and do actually want a long term relationship. Give me a message @itswynta


having zuho as your boyfriend:

  • literal fluffball for u and only u
  • always wanting ur kisses
  • he’d wrap u up and stroke ur back and make u feel cozy n safe
  • resting his head on top of urs when u buried ur face in his chest
  • the vibration of his chest on ur face when talks (i’m weak)
  • whining for u to sit on his lap so that he could cuddle u
  • CUTE PET NAMES (but only in private)
  • blushing when u call him ur pet names
  • not ashamed of showing his love for u in front of the other guys
  • *swallows* calling you……. “baby”
  • and maybe even………………………..”princess”
  • fixing ur hair for u and brushing it out of ur face so he can see u better
  • standing v v v close to u when other guys were around
  • hand holding
  • putting his arm around u when u sit next to each other
  • super sly “accidental” booty touches
  • don’t even get me started on rude baek juho
  • u knew he wanted the booty when he licked his lips while lookin at u
  • tbh i feel like this boy has a thing for a girl’s legs (idk why i just get vibes ok)
  • he would be super duper gentle but then he would sneak in a lower lip bite here n there and *catches breath* toNGUE
  • would caress ur face and move ur hair out the way bc this boy wants unrestricted access to ur lips
  • ok now that I’m light-headed let’s move on……
  • CUDDLING!!!!!!!!
  • big spoon big spoon big spoon little spoon big spoon
  • occassional little spoon if u didn’t understand that last line
  • wrapping his leg around urs to better hold u to him
  • resting his head on top of urs and breathing in the scent of ur hair (lol not in a creepy way tho)
  • makes sure u are comfy and waits for u to fall asleep first

Originally posted by feelsensational

anonymous asked:

helloooo! could you write a scenario with tsukishima? his s/o has a tendency to bottle up negative emotions and it gets to be a bit too much and they just have to cry to let their feelings out?? this is kinda sad and rly specific so ignore it if you want to! have a good day!! take care!!!

AN: I’m wasn’t really sure what you meant by negative emotions, so I just assumed she was very stressed out. I’m sorry if it wasn’t what you meant!! Also sorry it’s so short !! ; ~ ;

The skies were gray, the clouds felt heavy, and your mind was foggy. You eyes were weighed down from restless amounts of sleep due to all of the school work that has piled up. You failed a quiz, kept on forgetting your homework, haven’t studied for the upcoming exam, and you weren’t pulling your weight in club activities.

You wanted to scream, cry, pull your hair out, anything that would make you feel anything other than just weighed down. But you held everything in. How childish would it look if you just broke down?

You wanted nothing more than to be with Tsukishima, so after school you asked to hang out. Maybe being with him would make you feel better. You wanted him to hug you and hold you and tell you that everything was going to be ok as you cried until you filled the seven seas.

“If you keep your face like that, it’ll be frozen forever,” Tsukishima teased. You settled in the dining room as he made an after school snack.

“Sorry, Kei. I just had a bad week,” you sighed. “I failed one of my quizzes.”

“Really? Let me see.” You handed him the quiz that showed a bright red 65 on it. He clicked his sharp tongue. “_____, you missed all of the easy ones.”

You furrowed your brows. Now was not the time to argue with Tsukishima, so you bit your tongue.

“Did you even try to study?” You wanted to slap the smirk off of his face. “If you needed my help, you could have just asked.”

“I didn’t need it,” you whispered.

“That’s not what this paper says,” he tisked. “Just ask me next time -”

“I said I don’t need it!” you snapped.

Tsukishima narrowed his eyes at you. It was clear he wasn’t liking your attitude, but you couldn’t help it. “Don’t get mad at me because you were being dumb and irresponsible.”

“God, will you shut up for once!?” You stood up so fast that the chair almost tipped over. “I’ve had a really bad week and I don’t need you belittling me like you always do!”

Tsukishima didn’t say anything as he watched the tears stream down your face. His lips formed a flat line. All of your weight had finally crashed down and you felt so tired and a bit broken. He’s never seen you break down before, in all your months of being together. Guilt was building up in his chest as you continued.

Your lips quivered as you struggled to pour out your emotions. “I don’t need you teasing me and telling me how stupid I am all of the time…. Don’t you think I already know that? Why can’t you just be a good boyfriend for once and hold me and kiss me and tell me that I’m worth something?”

The house was silent except for your soft sobs that echoed. It ached Tsukishima’s heart to see you so vulnerable and hurt, especially by his own words. Yet his body didn’t move and he just stood in his place and watched you cry.

You searched in his eyes for any sign of remorse and you found nothing. Maybe you really were stupid.

“I’m going home,” you whispered.

Before you could even gather your things, Tsukishima grabbed your wrist and pulled you in. He held your face close to his chest while his other arm wrapped around your waist tightly. You felt him rest his chin on top of your head.

“Don’t think I’d let you go that easily,” he sighed. “I won’t let you.”

You didn’t even bother one bit to fight back. Your eyes closed shut as you poured your heart out into his chest. You were so incredibly tired of holding everything in and it was liberating to let it flow freely. You weren’t even mad at Tsukishima, and yet you yelled at him like it was all his fault. It hurt your heart even more, and your sobs became louder.

“I’m new to this whole relationship thing,” he whispered. “I’m sorry for making you more upset.”

You sniffled and hugged his waist tightly. “I’m sorry for taking it out on you.”

“Stop saying stupid shit, ok? You’re worth something to me,” he sighed again. “More than you could ever know.”

You buried your face deeper into his chest, covering your blushing face. “Don’t say stuff like that so easily, it’s embarrassing!”

“You told me to tell you that!”

“Yeah, but not like that!”

“Make up your mind.”

You grinned as you tip-toed to press your lips against his. Tsukishima was a pain in the ass but he kept you grounded to the earth and you were so thankful. The feeling of his lips lingered after they left to kiss your forehead.

“Don’t leave, ok?”

You nodded. “Ok.”

February 20th

This is a date which is unimportant in 2005– since Edward put on a good show of ignoring Bella for the entire month of February in Twilight– but a lot happens on this day in 2006.

Jake has finally finished the Rabbit and brings it over to show Bella:

Then Bella, Jacob, and Mike go to:

I doubt it was an:

…but that certainly would have been funny. To me, anyway. ;)

Then poor Mike ends up running for the men’s room:

And Bella notices that a hostile Jake is very hot:

He admits to not feeling well and goes home. She calls later to check up on him and a shaken Billy tells her Jake is sick and she should stay away.

Later that night she gets horribly sick as well:

She thinks she has the same thing Mike and Jacob have.

She’s half right. ;)


While I was having the ultimate Snorlax day yesterday, I finally sorted through some pictures from traveling last year. 

The one thing I do truly miss about living in Vienna is how easy it was to travel, it is definitely a great location for people that want an “affordable jet setter” lifestyle. It was very awesome to wake up on the weekend & choose a random country for a day trip depending on which Eastern European country would be having better weather that day or what type of sites I felt like visiting. 

Half hour to Slovakia. Maybe 45 mins to Slovenia. An hour or two to Hungary, Germany, or Czech Republic. After a few hours more, easy weekend trips to Croatia, Bosnia, Romania & Poland.

I don’t have many good experiences from living in Austria, but I miss being able to do this. Plus, Student Agency bus company is still the best public transit I have ever taken. 


hey everybody im nate and im a gay mexican baby artist. i have an almost full time job right now so while im busy most of the week, id like to be able to make some more money on the side drawing. i wanted to make a new commissions post, because my old one was old and im not gonna do any pixel commissions for the time being. my art tag is here.

in case the text is hard to read: 

  • ill do both human and anthro/furry characters 
  • nsfw is ok (i dont have any nsfw samples though)
  • ill draw any body type but im best at drawing chubby/big  !
  • any gender subject is fine (^_^)/
  • i wont tolerate any racism/transphobia/etc etc 
  • i probably wont draw mecha unless i really feel up to it 

im offering both full color full body commissions for $15-$20 and sketch commissions for $2-$5 (prices are per character). my prices are very low so any tips are appreciated !! thank u and have a good day. 

I’m not very good at expressing my thoughts into words, which might be why I draw how I feel about Arsenal games instead of writing how I feel about Arsenal games. But, today marks one year of doing Poorly Drawn Arsenal. To say that I’m humbled by the support I’ve received would be an understatement. I started this as way to reach out of my comfort zone and share my dumb drawings and thoughts online. 365 days later and my dumb drawings have been viewed over 6 million times. I am officially out of my comfort zone. You guys rock.

Anyway, here’s a quick look back at some of my worst drawings.

The Best Of The Worst

My first drawing

Alexis Sanchez and Dani Alves with his “tattoos” 

An attempt to draw Ozil’s eyes in detail. I stopped drawing halfway through due to fear and the possibility of recurring nightmares.

Alex “French Fries” Song

Aaron “Baby Faced Alien” Ramsey

anonymous asked:

Your art means a lot to me. Your colors and environments make me feel peaceful, like a dream. I love your personality and your musical preferences and I think if the world were slightly different, we could have been very good friends. But that's just speculation. I'd love to buy a print of yours and frame it one day. I know this is all very embarrassing now that it's written together here but I feel compelled to say it. Please don't ever stop creating!

Hello anon! Thank you very much for writing this all to me, whether you consider it embarrassing or not, I really appreciate it. Things can be shit lately but I’m really happy for you who decided to write to me. I wonder why if it was a slightly different world we could be friends? In a way I kind of get it though. I am not good at making friends. Again thank you very much. If you create anything, visual art or not, I hope you don’t stop as well. Have it bring you as much happiness and fulfillment as needed!
Prints are stuff I never actually think about for some reason but thank you for being interested. I mean maybe some day lol.

anonymous asked:


Something that makes you feel better after a hard day?

I suppose it depends on the kind of hard that the day was. If it was just long and tiring, a cup of tea with honey and milk is always good accompanied by some tv with my family. If the day has been frustrating, good old fashion monster hunting in an MMORPG is satisfying too.

Recently, I end almost every night on the phone with my partner. It is very reassuring and calming knowing that I’ll be able to be listened to and soothed by him if I have a rough day. I am so taken care of.

me before getting diagnosed:
i don’t think there’s anything wrong with me. my old doctor says i’m just very creative- people think i’m odd but that’s just creativity! if i have a disorder, which is unlikely, i won’t glorify it because that’s not a good thing to do.

me after getting diagnosed:
what’s!!! up!!! gals!!and!!! not!!! gals!!! 💃🏻 i'm👏autistic👏and👏PROUD 🙌 i am a cool 😎 bean 🥜 and so! are! you!!!🤘🤘🤘i’m autistic every day 🌝🌝🌝and night 🌚🌚🌚 i love 💋😱my special interest 👀💅and i love!!! 💕😩 to stim👏🗣around the clock 🕐🕦🕚 spd is the devil 👿 but i’m! 2️⃣! cool! 4️⃣! that!!! 😎say 🗣 what you want 😩 about cures 💉but i’m too AMAZING 😉😏FOR THAT BS 💩😱share in! 2️⃣0️⃣ seconds!!! and nothing! will! happen! 😶😨😭 cause i’m TOO BUSY BEING AMAZINGLY AUTISTIC 😎😎😎

thoughts on bts after being screamed at by my roommate about them for a year & only really having gotten interested in them about a week ago

jimin- eyesmile. very soft. takes care of ppl. probably would buy & wear a save the bees shirt

hoseok- very loud very good sparkle boy. 10/10. the concept of warmth personified. THIGHS.

jungkook- he’s cute but i kind of want to kick his ass

namjoon- noodle boy. why is he leader?? probably the kind of person to drink 3 diet cokes a day & then end up laying on the sidewalk with a stomach ulcer calling jin to come get him

yoongi- self-aware human disaster. i identify with him to an unsettling degree. has a big crush on hobi. being in his presence is, i imagine, like basking in the light of a grumpy sun

taehyung- what even are you, my boy. how did you even become this way, you mystery. you fucking enigma.

jin- we all need to be more like jin.

mapibee  asked:

My cutie ~ ♥ ! You know me right ? Ready for all my aks ~? So : 2, 3 ,8, 9, 18, 22 (this one is the most important, I hope you're really happy and if not I'll send you many hugs and love ♥♥), 31, 35 please :3 ! Love you ♥

My lovely babyyyy! Thank you so much fro sending this! I hope your day was great! <3 (sending my hugs to you!

Lemme use this gif one more time :3 It’s soooo cute!

2. Where do you want to go someday?

I really want to travel to Japan (it is my dream for 7 years already I guess) and now + Korea! Watcj Exo concert is a must!!! *O* I want it soooo bad! 

3. What do you want to do in the future?

I want to have a family with very good and warm relationships! :3 To travel a lot! And to have a dog! *O*

8. Any brothers/sisters?

I have a sister ^__^

9. What is your favorite tv show? (or top 3)

-Go fighting! (I can’t find last episodes with subs and suffer from that a lot T^T)

- Can I name Scarlet heart ryeo? Must see! So breathtajing, even if it is a historical drama, everuthing is perfect! Actors, sceneries, music! I cried and laughed so much!

- Weighlifting fairy kim bok joo (I just was dead from this dorama!) Cuteness overload and it seem so serious and humorous at the same time. Nam Joo Hyuk is ajdfajhgdjskhagskdasjd (heart-eyes) :3

18. What is your main ethnicity?


22. (this one is the most important, I hope you’re really happy and if not I’ll send you many hugs and love ♥♥ 

 How do you feel in this moment?

My sweet baby u made me smile sooooo wide! I loev youuuu! I’m pretty well now but I really want your hugs :3 (come to me ^^)

31. Do you have a tumblr crush?

Yessss, my mutuals are all my tumblr crushes! 

Firstly it’s you my cutie @mapibee :3

And my pretty babies @dulcetyeoll  @chanyeolsdeepvoice @abryu @laybaeby @laygasm @lionbaekkie @exo-chanyeollie @holyastronauts @chanyeolandthebananas @minbboongbboongi @life-ruiners @letmecumbaek @whatthefuckbyunbaekhyun @fluff-tae @sammiephazes @chanyoel

How could you all be so beautiful, kind, open-hearted and talanted!

I love you all so much! <3

35. Favorite book?

Catcher in the rye 

Send me numbers!

1. If you could change the color of your hair what would it be?
2. Where do you want to go someday?
3. What do you want to do in the future?

4. Favorite color?
5. Favorite food?
6. How often do you go on tumblr?
7. Dogs or cats?
8. Any brothers/sisters?
9. What is your favorite tv show? (or top 3)

10. Do you like school?
11. Do you play any sports?
12. Have you ever kissed someone
13. Are you single?
14. What is your favorite class in school?
15. What is your favorite drink?
16. What is your favorite season?
17. What is your favorite smell?
18. What is your main ethnicity?
19. Where do you live? (not in a stalker way)
20. Do you like it hot or cold?
21. Do you drink alcohol regularly?
22. How do you feel in this moment?
23. Where is your favorite place in your house?
24. What is your guilty pleasure?
25. Sweet or savory?
26. Do you believe in ghosts?
27. Do you believe in god?
28. Comfy or fancy clothes?
29. Do you sleep with a lot of blankets, one, or none?
30. Do you have a crush?
31. Do you have a tumblr crush?
32. Top tumblr users for you?
33. Favorite type of blog?
34. Are candles your thing?
35. Favorite book?

anonymous asked:

Don't worry love. Take all the time you need to write down your thoughts. I love reading your analysis but I would never want you to feel pressured to pump them out like some machine. If for whatever reason you're feeling like you don't want to or need to write an analysis for something, thats fine too. Just sit back, relax a bit. I still read your thoughts from months and months ago so if things take a little longer then you planned, it's perfectly okay. Hope you have a good rest of your day!

this is so very thoughtful and i’ve saved it for a while and i think it’s just such a kind sentiment for you to express!!!!!!! i really don’t feel too much pressure to churn out posts on here like a machine since pretty much everyone is just so supportive on every level but it’s lovely to hear such an earnest reminder of that and just,,, wow thank you <3 it’s crazy to me that you love reading things from a long time ago but i’m glad that you’ve enjoyed them, and goodness i just appreciate everything about this so, so much!!!! have a beautiful day xx 

Lazytown Sickfic Part 1 (submission)

This beautiful fic was submitted by someone who wants to remain anonymous. This is very close to my heart.
So, disclaimer: I DID NOT WRITE THIS.

It had been looking like such a promising day. Robbie should have known it was too good to last.

He had woken up bright and early, just in time for lunch, and had fixed himself a cake of unparalleled chocolatey gooiness, piled high with whipped cream and dusted with cocoa. His back didn’t ache, he wasn’t tired, and for once the town above was perfectly, blissfully quiet.

He was just about to take the first bite of his cake when the knocking began. Someone was frantically pounding on the hatch that served as his front door. Robbie cursed under his breath, resisted the urge to cry out that no one was home, and waited until the banging stopped. After a few seconds of silence, he gave a sigh of relief and once again raised his fork to his mouth. Another round of desperate pounding began.

“Why?” Robbie moaned, his fork falling from his hand and splattering his favourite striped suit with cream. “Why? What did I do to deserve this? Other than the lifetime of villainy? Can’t I have one moment of peace?”

Evidently not. The knocking grew louder, and a piercing voice joined in. Robbie gave a cry of despair, set down his cake, and trudged miserably to his periscope. Jerking it down, he glared through it and found himself looking at the pink girl. The ringleader of Lazytown’s children. The infernal ball of energy and cheeriness that had ended the peaceful and perfectly lazy rule of Robbie Rotten once and for all. Stephanie Meanswell. The sight might have been completely intolerable, had she not been accompanied by the largest and most delicious-looking cake Robbie had ever seen.

“Robbie?” she called, peering into the periscope. “I need to talk to you! I need your help, and there’s cake in it for you!”

Robbie ground his teeth, muttering in irritation. On the one hand, helping Stephanie could seriously undermine his credentials as Lazytown’s Villain Number One. On the other hand, that was a truly magnificent cake.

“What do you want, Pinkie?” he grumbled. “And this had better be good!”

Stephanie drew a deep breath, wringing her hands. She looked genuinely worried, Robbie noticed. Almost on the verge of tears. He didn’t care in the slightest. He certainly didn’t feel a pang of concern in the heart he most certainly didn’t have.

“I need a favour, and Uncle Milford’s out of town, and I can’t find Bessie, and…”

“Why not ask Sportaflop?” Robbie asked, rolling his eyes. “Isn’t he the one you brats usually run to for help?”

“It’s Sportacus we need help with!” Stephanie replied, definitely on the verge of tears now. “He’s sick! Really sick, and I… We’re scared, and we need help!”

Robbie gave no reply. He pulled away from the periscope, quickly cleared his ears with one finger, then looked up at Stephanie again.

“You’re going to have to repeat that. I though you said Sportacus is sick. Speak clearer.”

“He is sick!” Stephanie replied hopelessly. “He’s pale and sweaty, and when I touched him he felt like he was on fire, and he keeps coughing and sneezing and he looks like he can’t breathe but when we try to get him to rest he just…”

Robbie slammed the periscope back in place, cutting off Stephanie’s rambling. Muttering under his breath all the while, he climbed up to the hatch and slammed it open in irritation. Stephanie was there, sniffling and wiping her eyes, the cake perched on a small trolley beside her.

“You aren’t kidding,” Robbie asked suspiciously. “That blue kangaroo is really sick, isn’t he? And you actually want my help?”

Stephanie pulled herself together with an effort and nodded firmly.

“We didn’t know who else to ask, and Sportacus likes you. We thought he might listen. We’ve already made soup and everything, and we have a bed and medicine ready, all we need…”

“And I get the cake? The whole thing?”

“All of it!” Stephanie promised earnestly. “We’ll even bake you another one if you like!”

Robbie considered. He would lose his peaceful afternoon. But there would be a cake of truly magnificent proportions in it for him, and the promise of another after that. Plus, a chance to learn of Sportacus’ weaknesses. Plus, Stephanie really did look upset, and she had written very fondly about him in her diary, and…

“Alright. Where is the blue kangaroo, anyway?”

Sportacus was in the town square, doing push-ups. No flips, no one handed variations, no clapping, no jumping, just regular, ordinary, very slow push-ups. Robbie began to see the reason for Stephanie’s concern. He saw it fully when Sportacus hesitated, arms quivering with exertion, and began to cough. What began as a quick clearing of the throat became a deep, desperate hacking. The hero collapsed, shaking with each cough, until at last the fit ended and left him shaking and gasping for breath.

“See why we’re scared?” Stephanie asked, looking up imploringly at Robbie.

“You said you had a bed and medicine ready?” Robbie asked. “Tell me where, then keep your little friends away. The less your overactive blue idiot spreads his plague around, the better.”

“It’s at my Uncle’s place. I’ll go and unlock the door and tell everyone to go home. Thanks, Robbie! It means a lot!”

Stephanie turned and ran in the direction of her Uncle’s home. The rest of the children, waiting at a distance, joined her. Even as they retreated Robbie could hear them plaguing her with questions. To her credit, she herded them away with great efficiency, only casting one glance back over her shoulder. Robbie waved her away in irritation, and set about earning his cake.

Sportacus had managed to continue with his push-ups. Up close, Robbie could see that ridiculous moustache twitching as the hero sniffled on every other breath. His eyes were dull, his lips looked cracked and dry, and sweat that plainly had nothing to do with exertion glistened on his brow. He did not appear to have noticed Robbie’s presence, and it soon became clear what was holding his attention.

“… One hundred and six… one hundred and s-seve-eh-en… one h-huh… huh…”

Sportacus sneezed so violently that Robbie jumped and covered his ears. He watched with not a bit of sympathy whatsoever as Sportacus sniffed desperately, pressed the back of his hand against his nose to stave off any further explosions, and attempted to resume his exercises.

“Ugh… Where was I?”

“One hundred and seven,” Robbie replied curtly. “You should be at zero, because you should be in bed, resting, and not giving the brats a nervous breakdown because apparently the healthy lifestyle you won’t shut up about doesn’t apply to you!”

Sportacus leapt to his feet with far less energy and grace than usual. He blinked at Robbie in apparent confusion.

“Exercise is part of a healthy lifestyle,” he protested, his voice hopelessly congested. He sniffled wetly and went on in confusion. “What do you mean, nervous breakdown?”

“I mean that the pink tornado ruined my perfectly peaceful afternoon because apparently you need a babysitter! She even promised me two cakes! Is that clear? Your little sportscandy-loving, healthy-eating prodigy bribed me with enough cake to give even me a stomach-ache, just to make you stop jumping around like a deranged kangaroo!”

Sportacus coughed miserably, muffling the sound into the crook of his elbow.

“I told her not to worry,” he rasped, when he finally got his breath back. “I was hoping they would all stay away so I don’t get them sick.”

“Well, you failed on that account!” Robbie said, rolling his eyes as Sportacus clearly struggled to follow the conversation. “If you wanted them not to worry, you should have gone back to your airship and not bothered anyone. Me in particular!”

“I can’t,” Sportacus replied miserably. “The altitude… I tried to go back, but by the time I got to the top of the ladder, I felt awful. My ears were aching, my head was pounding, and when I tried to stand up everything was spinning, and spinning… I felt like I was going to…”

Sportacus turned, if possible, even paler, and he swallowed hard. Robbie quickly waved his hands to shut him up.

“Yes, yes, I get the picture! No heights until your head clears up! Got it! No need to get graphic!”

Sportacus kept his eyes shut for a moment, breathing as deeply as his abused airways would let him. He looked utterly wretched, even after the nausea appeared to pass. Naturally, Robbie felt nothing. That anxious twisting in his insides was just revulsion at his rival’s disgusting condition. Nothing more. Nope.

“And so naturally, you decided to exercise yourself to death? It never occurred to you that being the local goody two-shoes might make someone willing to loan you a bed? Pinkie has one ready for you right now, and I mean to get you in it, get my cake, and go!”

Sportacus shook his head weakly, making a last show of desperation.

“She already offered. I can’t get her sick. I can’t get you sick. Robbie, you shouldn’t be standing so… so c-close…”

There were those desperate little moustache twitches again. Robbie flinched, watching Sportacus fight the inevitable. A few helpless whimpers and gasps, and he lurched forward with a sneeze that sounded outright painful, directed into the crook of his elbow in a pitiful mockery of his usual hero move. Sportacus moaned and sniffed wetly.

“Robbie? If you really want to help… Do you have any tissues?”

Robbie folded his arms sternly.

“Nope! If you want some, you’ll have to come with me and do as your little prodigy says. She gets her mind set at ease, you get to blow your nose and rest, and I get my cake. Everyone’s happy! Deal?”

Sportacus snuffled helplessly, looking thoroughly embarrassed.

“You promise you’ll try to keep her away from me?”

“If that’s what it takes to get my cake and some peace and quiet, yes. Now, do we have a deal?”

“I don’t think I should shake your hand at the moment, but… yes. Deal.”