i've read this before but i'm not sick of it

anonymous asked:

Hey J, I know you'll probably be full of fix it asks but... Would you do something with Alex and Maggie being the best queer moms ever? I'm not out to my family, but just hearing what they say sometimes makes me sick. Besides, Adrian is one of the best OCs I've ever read. Thanks for being such a great person.

He’s never been drunk before.

He’s never been drunk before, but god, is he drunk now.

He’s drunk and he thinks he might be seeing double, but he can’t be sure because he can’t exactly count.

He thinks he might need to throw up, but he can’t be sure because – no. No, definitely sure.

He needs to throw up.

He makes it to the bathroom and he texts Maggie from his knees.

It’s incoherent because looking at the screen makes him throw up more.

He nearly drops his phone in the toilet when it starts to vibrate.

Maggie’s picture shows up on his caller ID, and he grins faintly and mutters her name mildly and spits into the toilet.

“Detective Sawyerrrr,” he slurs once he figures out how to put his finger on the green button thing.

“Where are you?” she asks, and he thinks he might throw up again, because she definitely knows.

“Maggie, don be mad! Don be maaad, Maggie, is Latinx night and I didn’t mean to have this muchhh – I don’t even think I had that much, just – did you know you’re not supposed to drink super fast? Or mix drinks? I think you’re not supposta do those things.”

“I was gonna teach you to drink, Rodriguez, you couldn’t tell me you wanted to before this?”

“Well you coulda told me you were gonna teach me!”

“Adrian.” He can’t tell if she’s frustrated or smiling or worried or all of the above, but he definitely here’s Alex in the background.

“Hi Alex,” he calls, trying to wave before he remembers they can’t see him.

And suddenly the phone is out of his hands, and he looks up, and a friend he met through the queer center, Mateo, is crouching over him, running a damp paper towel over his lips with one hand, holding his phone with the other.

“Maggie?” he asks, and Adrian tries to grab the phone back, but Mateo shrugs him off easily.

“Mateo? Is he okay? Where are you guys?”

“Maggie, I’m so sorry, I lost track of him for just a few minutes, I thought only one beer couldn’t hurt him, but you know how cute he is, some people must have bought him drinks – “

“Mateo, you have a boyyyyfriend, don’t let Jordan hear you call me cuteee.”

“It’s okay, Mateo, it happens. Just tell me where you are and we’ll come get him. And get him some water, okay?”

Jordan greets them both outside the club when they roll up in Maggie’s car – which she bought exactly for situations like this – and she flashes her badge when someone says they can’t double park, and she flashes her badge when the bouncer asks for ID, and when he balks, she says something to him in rapidfire Portuguese, and Alex can translate enough to know that it’s something about letting underage kids in, letting underage kids drink, and don’t think she won’t be checking back in if they don’t take this warning very, very seriously.

Jordan and Alex exchange raised eyebrows before Jordan leads them to the men’s room.

“Lady, you can’t – “

Maggie doesn’t even bother, on the warpath, just flashing her badge again, but she’s kneeling on the ground next to Adrian and Mateo in an instant, and her eyes are suddenly so, so, so soft, and Alex is so, so, so wildly in love with her.

“Hey, bud,” she greets softly, her hands running over his hair, his collared shirt, after squeezing Mateo’s arm in greeting, in gratitude.

“Maggie,” Adrian slurs, barely awake, and Maggie nods and grins.

“He throw up more since I called?” she asks Mateo, and he shakes his head as he shifts to let Maggie take over holding Adrian somewhat upright.

“Alright Ade, I know this is gonna be awful, but you’ve gotta throw up a little more now.”

“I don’t wanna – “

“I know, Ade, I know, but you gotta.”

“Are you mad at – “

But he doesn’t get the words out, because he’s suddenly rigid and retching violently into the toilet, and Maggie just holds his hand, rubs his back, nods softly, sympathetically.

“It hurts,” he whispers hoarsely, and Alex kneels behind Maggie.

“I know it does, Ade, but I promise it won’t hurt forever. Trust me, I know. When I was your age, damn, I got much worse than you are right now. I know how you feel, and you know what? I promise, it’ll feel better.”

“Alex! You came too. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I messed up your night, I messed – “

He vomits again, and Maggie kisses the back of his neck when he spits.

Alex takes the small bottle of mouthwash she’d grabbed from the apartment out of her back pocket.

“Here, Ade, swig this around your mouth. Don’t swallow it, okay?”

Adrian nods faintly as Maggie smiles at her girlfriend, opening the little bottle for him and guiding it to his lips.

He swishes and he spits and he leans his forehead on Maggie’s shoulder.

“Mateo, could you please – “ Maggie starts to ask, but he and Jordan have already come back with new glasses of water.

“Thank you,” she says, pleased with their thoughtfulness, with the concern and regret in their eyes.

“How you feel, Ade?” Jordan asks, and Adrian gives a mock grin and a weak thumbs up.

“You think you have more in you, buddy?” Maggie asks, and he shakes his head as she offers a straw to his lips.

“I know the idea of water hurts, but just a few sips. Just a few sips, okay?” Alex coaches, and she praises him when he forces some down, his face a tight grimace.

He whispers something that sounds a lot like thank you, and he remembers nothing else.

He wakes up in Maggie’s bed, jeans unbuttoned, top buttons of his shirt undone, shoes off. He wakes up with water, a banana, aspirin, coffee all next to his bed. With the curtains all drawn so the light doesn’t hurt his eyes, and with Alex and Maggie tiptoeing around in the kitchen, being as quiet as they can.

“Ey,” he tries, and even though it’s a whisper, they both spring to attention, spring to either side of the bed.

“How you feel, soldier?” Alex asks with a grin, and Adrian groans.

“I passed out?”

Maggie nods. “We only just got home a couple hours ago.”

Adrian’s brow furrows as he accepts the water Alex is giving him, accepts the help Maggie’s giving him with sitting up slow, slow, slow. “But it wasn’t that late when I called.”

“I figured you wouldn’t want us to carry you to the car, so we let you sleep it off in the stall until you could kind of walk. It’s okay if you don’t remember. Nothing bad happened. And Mateo and Jordan send their love, and their said they’re sorry they didn’t watch you closer. I’m pretty sure they blew up your phone with texts.”

Adrian blinks.

“So… so I get into a club illegally, and I drink illegally, and you just… let me sleep on you on a gross bathroom floor for hours and then take me home and take care of me?”

“What else should we have done, Ade?” Maggie asks with narrow eyes and a tilted head.

“I don’t know… yell at me? Arrest me?”

“Well, arresting you wasn’t gonna happen. That’s not what the law… But I did made it very clear to the club that if I ever catch them serving underage kids again… And yell at you? Why would I yell at you?”

“I was stupid.”

Maggie smiles, and she kisses his forehead, and she nods.

“Yep. But Adrian, you called me. Or, well, you texted me. You reached out when you were in a bit of trouble, and that’s all I can ask. I can’t ask you to never make mistakes. I can only ask you to make sure you call me – or Alex, or your parents, or all of us – when you’re in trouble so we can help you.”

“So… you’re not mad?”

Alex snorts. “Oh, she’s hopping mad. But we figure we’ll let you come down from the hangover before you get lectured, Sawyer Style.”

“Not helping, Danvers.”

Alex just winks at him, and Adrian lets out a groggy giggle, and Maggie can’t help but melt.

Because he’s home, and he’s safe, and he’s growing up, but god, he’s still their kid, and he always will be.

And she can’t ask for anything more.

Fic Rec

Title: Put Down in Words
Author: paintedrecs
Rating: M
Word Count: 203,777
Status: Complete
Summary: “Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “fuck me.”

“I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning.

“This isn’t an actual professor, though,” Stiles insisted, unable to resist brushing his thumb over the sharp line of the man’s bearded jaw. He was laughing at something off-camera, the shot taken in three-quarters view, his coat collar casually rumpled and opened to reveal a sliver of a simple grey t-shirt. The whole thing was deliberately calculated to lend him a more accessible feel, and god help him, Stiles was falling for it.

*

When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard.

Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.

anonymous asked:

If I'm understanding what you are saying right you are trying to say that, if a bi women wants to identify as a lesbian because, even though she feels attraction to men, she either centers women in her attraction of something like that she should be able to identify as a lesbian? (My reading comprehension is bad but I'm pretty sure I've run into this idea before)

Correct. All women who love women are entitled to identify themselves as lesbian regardless of their history with or feelings toward men. I’m sick and tired of this exclusionary bullshit masquerading as concern for… honestly I don’t even know what we’re all supposed to be so worried about.

We lesbians need to concern ourselves with looking out for the well being of every other woman who loves women but we’re allowing people who are, quite frankly, biphobes to distract us and turn us on each other and for what?!

Nothing.

Nobody is benefiting. We’re just throwing bi women out of the community and under the bus and we’re getting absolutely nothing to show for it. The only people who are benefiting at all are the ‘gold star’ cult who have it in their heads that sexual contact with a man is some kind of contagion that must be contained.

It’s biphobia to the core.

nom-d-plume-art  asked:

Do you have any advice or recommended resources for someone looking to self-educate on creating sequential art/comics? I'm sick of waiting on my school to provide a class, and I've decided to try and teach myself. I figure it's the sort of thing that you have to do to learn, but I was hoping you might have a notion of where to begin. Thank you in advance!

Personally I don’t think a person needs any particular education about comics, I think the best way to learn is trial and error by doing it yourself. You could read all the Scott McCloud books in the world before drawing/writing a single page, then when you finally do, you end up tossing everything you thoughtyou learned out the window. Just try to make comics right now! Hop to it and figure it out as you go! :D

anonymous asked:

oooh i loved your headcanons for when the boys are sick! What about their reactions to MC being sick?

YES GOOD also thank you i’m glad you liked the last one :D

Yoosung

  • DROPS EVERYTHING TO TAKE CARE OF YOU
    • “Yoosung don’t you need to go to class?” you ask feebly.
    • “Class? Oh don’t worry, I emailed all my professors and told them I was sick. Now be quiet and rest up!”
    • You want to scold him and tell him to go to class but you also have a fever and feel like your head is going to explode. You’ll scold him later.
  • At your beck and call – if you even hint at wanting something he’s ON IT.
  • Is actually pretty excited that he has an excuse to cook for you (not that he doesn’t cook for you when you’re not sick, but this is just different lol).
  • Gathers all the blankets he can and makes a blanket and pillow nest for you on the bed, with the end table stocked with an always-full glass of water and tissues.
    • Unless you want it to be quiet, he always has a movie (probably Disney) on the TV. He snuggles up with you to watch until you fall asleep, stroking your back and/or hair all the while.
    • When you express concern of being in such close proximity while being all sniffly and gross: “I’m studying medicine, so I have to get used to stuff like this anyways. Plus, a little snot isn’t enough to scare me away from the one I love!” how… romantic? lmao he sounds so proud tho

Zen

  • First, is appalled you got sick in the first place. Goes slightly mom-mode on you: “Is this because you skipped your meals? You haven’t been getting enough vitamins! I knew it!”… continues on for a few minutes. He’s just worried. <3
  • Hates it because he just wants to protect you but he cAN’T PUNCH A COLD 
    • (so instead he’s gonna punch it by making sure you drink lots of orange juice and take vitamin C supplements)
  • “Zen you’re gonna get sick too if you keep hanging around me”
    • “MC, I might as well already be sick because if you suffer I suffer too!”
    • ok whatever you say zen
  • Constantly apologizing for some reason? And with the saddest look on his face… “MC, I’m so sorry you’re sick.” “I’m sorry your nose is so runny, that must be awful.” “I’m sorry, it sounds like your throat is killing you.”
    • “Shhh Zen it’s not your fault, it’s okay.”
    • “Well I know, bUT I CAN’T STAND TO SEE YOU LIKE THIS ;^;”
  • Every time you cough a new glass of water practically materializes next to you.
  • Lots of canned soup! He apologizes for not making soup from scratch, but he wanted to get you your food as fast as possible and didn’t want to risk messing up homemade stuff.

Jumin

  • Really wants to skip work to be with you. You and Jaehee convince him to go… but he only stays half the day every day till you’re better.
    • While he’s away, he’s torn between calling you every ten minutes to make sure you’re okay or leaving you be because he knows you need to sleep to get better.
    • Settles for having a security guard come in every half hour or so to check on you and send him reports. You have to laugh at the overkill, but it’s sweet that he’s worried and trying to be considerate (in his own special way lol).
  • Of course, you have only the best doctor(s) taking care of you, but really there’s not much they can do for the common cold…
    • Jumin: [FROWNS LOUDLY]
    • (Jumin, as scary as your displeased face is it will not usher a cure into existence, it’ll be okay.)
  • If you want to do an activity with him, he’s even more eager than usual to participate. It’s almost like he feels that if he can make you smile, you’ll recover faster.
  • Him reading to you before bed isn’t uncommon, but when you’re sick he always lets you pick the book and does it without fail every night.
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I guess I forgot that mobile doesn’t really allow access to this, but I’d kinda appreciate it a little tiny bit if you guys would read this before asking stuff; who knows, it might be answered in here (or in a previous ask too but ah whatever.) ;D