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anonymous asked:

I'm suuuuper sick rn so I'm curious how would the fallout 4 companions react to sole getting sick? I'm sure there's some new viruses in the new world they're not used to.

I hope you feel better soon!!!

Cait: She didn’t know what she was doing and she didn’t hide it. She made them tea once, but actually it was just warm water with literal grass in it. Every time Sole tried to instruct her, she just yelled overtop of them, “I KNOW I KNOW.” 

Curie: She was ON it. She’s has the medical knowhow for most illnesses, so Sole getting sick was no problem. Even though she knew she could take care of them, she still stayed with them at all times with a worried look on her face. 

Codsworth: He’s no stranger to human illnesses. He had taken care of Sole back before the war while they were sick, so this time should be no different. He didn’t realize that illnesses could change too. When Sole didn’t get better quickly, he worried a lot, and had to ask around on what to do. 

Danse: When Sole got sick, you could see the panic on Danse’s face. He never had to deal with sick people, because they just stayed back on the prydwen. He treated them as gentle as he could, and constantly asked if they were alright with what he was doing. 

Deacon: “Don’t worry, IIIIIIII got this.” Deacon acted confident that he could take care of them but failed miserably. Accidentally spilled soup on them, he just kept saying, “it’s fine,” while he cleaned them up. In the end Sole had to yell at him how to actually take care of a sick person. 

Dogmeat: He doesn’t know what to do! Laid next to them until they felt better. 

Gage: He didn’t really worry about them, he knew that they were strong enough to get through it. That doesn’t mean he didn’t do some things to take care of them. When they were asleep, he’d adjust the blankets on top of them, and would sometimes leave food next to them for when they woke up. He got embarrassed when Sole called him out on it. 

Hancock: As soon as Sole started feeling ill, he worried immediately. He wasn’t sure if it could have been radiation poisoning, so he did his best to take care of them. Their symptoms didn’t look like radiation, so he was relieved. Stayed by their side the entire time. 

MacCready: “Okay okay don’t worry, I remember some stuff from when I was a kid….” MacCready checked their temperature by putting his hand on their forehead. “Yep, that’s a fever alright,” he sat down next to them and paused. “So what now…?” He didn’t actually know anything about how to cure ill people, but he did his best. 

Nick: “Hmmmmmm..” Nick gave them a puzzled look. All Sole could do was look up at him, they couldn’t even breathe through their nose at this point. “Hoooow about this,” Nick’s method of trying to help them was really just trial and error. 

Piper: Nervous as heck. She ran around in a panic looking for something to assuage their pain. Sole kept telling her to calm down but she just replied with, “but just LOOK AT YOU.” Eventually she tired herself out from running around, and fell asleep next to them. Piper ended up getting sick too. 

Preston: Preston was a mom. He knew exactly how to take care of them. Whenever Sole tried to get up and do something, he’d tell them to stop and rest. Probably brought them soup with an apron on. 

Strong: “Weak human should rest. Strong look after you.” By ‘look after’ he meant, make sure nothing killed them. 

X6-88: He knew the basics of how to cure human illnesses. He acted calmly but was secretly a little worried about them. They looked awful and it made him feel bad to see them like that. 

anonymous asked:

RFA, V, and Saeran take MC on an Ice Skating date!


  • He thinks it’ll be easy because of how athletic he is.
  • He’s got leg muscle, core strength, and good balance, so it shouldn’t be that hard for him, right?
  • WRONG.
  • He didn’t have as hard as a time as MC and he adapted to the ice fairly quickly, but he still ate shit like five times.
  • His balance helped him out, but his buff thighs can’t save him from the cruel forces of gravity.
  • Nonetheless, he tried to be suave and romantic.
  • Whenever MC would almost fall, he’d practically throw himself at her to prevent it or fall with her. 


  • “Ok MC if we hold hands, we’ll be fine. If one of us falls, we’ll fall together.”
  • Aight, if he would let go of the wall, that might be a good plan.
  • Once he stops being so nervous and lets go of the wall, he’s so good????
  • “Yoosung, you’re sure you’ve never done this before??”
    • Did y’all know that people w bigger butts have a better center of balance? Now u do.
  • After like an hour, he’s skating backwards and only fucking up a little bit.
  • Holding MC’s hands and guiding her along.
  • They were both ready to be crawling on the ice more often than actually skating, but it ended up being hella romantic.


  • She used to ice skate regularly in the winter for a few years, but she was so scared that she’d lost it.
  • After a few minutes of cautious skating, she’s holding hands with MC, encouraging her to do different things, giving her pointers.
  • Jaehee only fell once, and she did that tap dancing thing that they do in the cartoons before she went down.
  • That one fall was enough to leave her with a huge bruise on her back, but she toughed it out and had fun with MC anyways.
  • They took breaks every half hour or so to sit down and maybe enjoy some of the hot chocolate they snuck in.


  • When he falls (which is always), he can’t get up without the wall, so he crawls over to pull himself up.
  • He really struggles. Sometimes, he’ll try to pull himself up but just cling onto the railing with his legs going every which way.
  • Once he can stay upright for more than thirty seconds, he looks like a toddler trying to dance.
  • He’s frantically squatting, sticking his legs out at weird angles, and flinging his his arms about.
  • He says he’s trying to balance.
  • Damn it he just wanted to be romantic but he looks like a six foot tall baby.


  • Also a naturally good skater??????
  • Or maybe he’s been practicing… Nobody but him and the other regulars know about that.
  • Challenges MC to a race and obviously wins.
  • Whenever MC falls, he’ll help her up and then skate for a while with his arm around her so she won’t go down again.
  • They’re usually holding hands to take each other down when the inevitable happens.
  • He’s never been one to take more than a handful of selfies, but damn,,,,,, everything’s so aesthetic, how could he not?


  • He just goes.
  • No wall, no chair, no precaution at all, just hope and determination. 
  • Away he skates, dragging MC right down with him.
  • It’s not the most romantic date ever, because they’re both not very graceful, but they have fun.
  • They packed little lunches! How cute!
  • Lots of breaks to regain some strength and will, but they definitely enjoy a lot of laughs.


  • They’re both so scared to fall that they cling to the walls for most of the time, but when Saeran gets brave, he’s shouting encouragements at her.
  • Every time she falls, he kisses her and helps her back up, and always makes sure she takes a break if she needs to.
Voltron headcanons - disability

- Ok, we know Shiro has PTSD and a prosthetic hand, but if you asked him whether he IDed as disabled, he would say no and then he would say yes, but he would be thinking of the PTSD.  Most of what actually causes a problem with the hand thing is the PTSD, not the impairment, and since he has a working hand and it just doesn’t happen to be his, he’s not sure that counts.

- Pidge was diagnosed with Bipolar II as a kid, but also has undiagnosed ADHD.  She’s looked up to Carrie Fisher since she got her diagnosis and is gonna be gutted when she finds out Carrie’s gone.  Fun ADHD fact!  Women and girls tend to have slightly different symptoms than men and boys, and their ADHD tends to manifest more in struggles at home than at school or work.  Like many disorders that are strongly associated with men, women tend to be under-diagnosed and are often diagnosed later in life than their male counterparts!  Oh wait.  That’s not fun.

- Lance has ADHD and dyslexia. Both were diagnosed early and he’s always had a support system in place to help.  Hunk already has a habit of reading for him or correcting him when he misreads, and he’s had an effective medication regime for the ADHD for years.  He had his meds on him when he left earth, so just before he ran out he went to Coran to ask if he could somehow make or find more.  It turned into a whole thing, and Lance had to explain ADHD and then Coran said, “Oh, yeah, that could be connected to some of the things I noticed in your brain scan.  I thought that was just a normal human variation, ‘cause Pidge has got ‘em too.”  Cue record-scratch moment.  

- Post record-scratch moment, Pidge is not about to monkey around with her brain trying to take Lance’s ADHD meds, ‘cause she tries not to poke her bipolar, but it helps having Lance around to talk to as she processes learning more about herself and decides that yeah, she probably does have ADHD.  It’s also good to know that Coran is open to trying to get them medications.

- Hunk has Generalized Anxiety Disorder.  His parents don’t believe in psychotropic medications, but were otherwise super supportive of him, so he had a lot of talk therapy and CBT as a kid and has a lot of coping strategies like baking and yoga and has typically always exercised regularly.  He’s also color blind, which in his opinion doesn’t count.  He’d red-green colorblind and mostly functions just fine, thanks.  He’s super glad that Yellow is so big and Green is so small, though, because that definitely cuts down on the confusion.

- Keith is on the spectrum.  Technically, his diagnosis is probably still Aspberger’s, at least on his paperwork, because he hasn’t been to a doctor for a while.  Here’s where things get sad; his birth family was super supportive and loving, but several of his foster parents were very stifling and controlling. His most natural stims were handwringing and rocking, but he had a foster family that would punish him for both and now suppressing those impulses is such a reflexive thing that he often doesn’t even realize that’s why he’s so stressed out and upset.  He’s developed a habit of curling his toes super tightly inside his shoes so that he doesn’t rock, because nobody can see that he’s doing it.  This also makes him reluctant to take his shoes off around other people, because then he’s even more restricted. He’s mostly gotten past his childhood clumsiness through all his sword training, and he’s learned how to make retreating to his room when he feels overstimulated look like just being a loner.

- The most surprising thing about his new team is that when he literally can’t repress those parts of himself any more and his autistic traits start bursting out, they’re actually?? supportive??  Hunk is, understandably, freaked out when he comes to tell Keith dinner is ready and finds him in his room, rocking frantically, but Hunk won’t let him apologize or act guilty or talk bad about himself?  People keep telling him it’s ok?  He absentmindedly wrings his hands and no one slaps them apart?  He accidentally rambles about sword construction for literally an hour and a half without stopping and Shiro just?? listens?? without getting annoyed/mad??  His friends get very upset every time they realize they’ve surprised him by not being shitty, and he gets lots of hugs, if he’s in a hugging mood.

- Allura has the Altean equivalent of diabetes.  Her body just doesn’t always process sugars well.  It’s well-managed, but Coran’s known her her whole life, including back when it wasn’t, so part of why he overreacts to her getting sick sometimes and has a hard time letting anyone else be in charge of cooking is that he doesn’t want her to get out of balance.  She’s also at risk for several chronic illnesses that run in her family, so she and Coran are mostly just very attentive about her health.  Well, Coran is.  Allura has Life To Live and won’t let a little total exhaustion get in her way.

- Coran had a severe speech impediment as a kid and every once in a while, when he’s very tired, it comes back in spite of all those years of Altean speech therapy.  Allura can usually understand him anyway.

Fun relapse things I had forgotten about!

Just in case anyone else is tempted to skip a meal “just this once” or do anything else that’s going to send you down this godawful path

- Trying to pretend you’re not about to faint while carrying on a conversation
- Weakened bladder and bladder cues.
- Seriously. It’s like being four again.
- Getting dressed and showering are incredibly painful and difficult tasks because of muscle atrophy.
- At least four new bruises a day with no apparent cause
- Feeling ill constantly
- Sleeping for 13 hours and going back to bed 4 hours after you wake up, still never feeling rested
- Not sleeping
- Waking up every other hour
- Night sweats. Waking up freezing cold, drenched in sweat, smelling terrible, and knowing there’s no reason to wash your sheets because it will happen again tomorrow night
- Body image somehow plummeting even lower than you can ever remember it being
- Forgetting everything that was said within five minutes
- Trying to speak and forgetting words mid-sentence. Happens at least every other sentence.
- Painful and itchy dry skin
- Sensitive teeth
- Weak finger nails
- Achey joints
- Nearly unbearably sore neck and back
- Headaches always
- Nothing is actually fun

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Over the time El had been staying in Mike’s basement, Mike had gotten to know El a little more each day. At first, he knew nothing about her, she was just some stranger, sort of living in his basement. But, as the time went by, he got to learn a little more about her, and once she was familiar and comfortable in Mike’s presence, she would open up a little more to him everyday.

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anonymous asked:

18 + 31 starmora!!!!

18. “Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.” // 31. “Don’t worry about me.”

I had a lil too much fun with this one so beware angst/fluff and a cameo from our fav baby groot :’)))

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Apparently, part of destroying “the light” via destroying Ego had more consequences than Peter initially expected.

There was definitely the part about his immortality going away, which, what the fuck, why would Peter want to be immortal anyway, but then there had also been the part about Peter being “just like everyone else,” which was how Peter lived his entire life up until meeting Ego and spending, like, two days with him, so Peter really hadn’t thought much of Ego’s warning.

Then he totally sneezed in Gamora’s face this morning when he woke up and, honestly, he wonders how he’s still alive.

(He’d never seen her look so angry, yet disgusted, at the same time before. It was interesting.)

And now, an hour later, he’s holed up in their shared room, shivering as he’s curled up under covers he never remembered being so thin, and Gamora’s just standing over the bed, staring down at him.

“You’re sick,” she diagnoses.

“Thank you, Doctor Gamora,” Peter quips, sniffling along with his words. “Really, I had no idea.”

Gamora rolls her eyes. “Don’t test me when you can’t fight back.”

But her voice is teasing, and Peter can’t help but smile a little. “Sure thing. So, doctor, can you cure me?”

“Possibly,” Gamora says. She leans over, placing her hand on Peter’s forehead. “But I’m still concerned about your temperature.”

“’S’fine,” Peter insists through a yawn. His eyes feel really heavy.

“When was the last time you were this sick?”

Honestly? Peter can’t really remember, though he’s not sure if that’s because of the sickness fogging up his brain. So he just shrugs.

Gamora turns as tiny footsteps come from their doorway. Peter watches Gamora crouch down, then stand back up with a bottle containing a red liquid. Then he notices vines coming up the side of the bed as Groot climbs up, looking up at Peter through wide eyes.

“I am Groot,” he says, and his sad tone makes his meaning clear.

“Be careful, Groot,” Gamora advises, placing the bottle on their nightstand. She scoops Groot up in her hands, holding him at a safe distance from the bed. “Peter’s sick, and I don’t want you to get sick.”

“Sorry, buddy,” Peter says, offering Groot a reassuring smile. “But don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Gamora’s gonna take care of me.”

“I am Groot!”

“I know you wanna take care of me, too, but Gamora’s right on this one,” Peter says. “I don’t want you accidentally getting sick from me.”

“I am Groot.”

“I don’t know for sure that you can catch the same sicknesses as Peter,” Gamora says, gently running her thumb down Groot’s back. “But while you’re still little, we don’t want to risk it, okay?”

“I am Groot…”

“Hey, but while I’m down for the count, the others might need extra help with stuff,” Peter says, sitting up a little. “Y’see, I can’t lead the infamous Guardians of the Galaxy from my bed, so y’think you can take over being Star-Lord for a bit?”

“I am Groot?”

“Yes, you get to tell everyone else what to do! It’s fun.”

Peter grins as a small, amused smile forms on Gamora’s face. Groot seems pleased by this, so he nods, his expression suddenly very serious. He looks up at Gamora, who then returns him to the ground so he can run off and fulfill Peter’s mission.

After Groot’s gone, Gamora picks up the bottle and turns her attention back to Peter. “That should keep Groot occupied, though you also may have just created a monster.”

“He’ll have fun.” The image of Groot bossing Rocket and Drax around fills Peter’s mind for a moment. He laughs a little.

“Here. Drink this, you’ll feel better,” Gamora says, carefully pouring a very calculated amount into an empty glass she’d put on the table. She hands it to him. “This is a concoction developed by Kraglin, Drax, and Groot to help you. Kraglin is the most knowledgeable about your physiology since he’s known you the longest, Drax knows some things about medicine from taking care of his daughter, and then Groot added in some herbs he’s learned how to grow recently.”

Peter just blinks at her, then looks at the glass in his hands. “So, basically, you guys all made this up, like, five minutes ago, and it might poison me.”

“It’s not toxic,” Gamora insists.

Whatever. Peter does feel just short of horrible, so he’s willing to try anything at this point. He quickly downs it, not surprised to find it somewhat disgusting in taste. Fortunately, Gamora swaps out his empty glass for one full of water in, like, less than a second, so Peter’s quickly washing the taste out of his mouth.

“There, see? Not toxic,” Gamora says proudly.

He sighs a little as he pulls the water away from his mouth, setting it back on the nightstand. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” She looks at him expectantly for several moments. He just watches her in return. Then, “Do you feel better?”

“Uh,” Peter says, sniffling, “on Terra, it takes a while for medicine to kick in. And since I’m full-Terran now, I guess, I’m just gonna have to wait.”

“Oh.” Gamora seems a little disappointed by that, but Peter finds it endearing. She places a hand on the bed. “What else do Terrans do to get better quickly?”

“Not much besides medicine and sleep,” Peter explains with a cough. “So, yeah, you’re pretty much relieved of your doctor duties.”

But Gamora just continues to stare at him, apparently not about to leave him alone. Peter sighs.

“Look, Gamora, don’t worry about me,” he says. “Really. It’ll be over before you know it. I’ll be back to kicking ass and dancing and all that good stuff soon, ‘kay?”

“Are you sure?” She averts her eyes momentarily, piquing Peter’s interest. “I…know your mother died of a Terran illness, so I just wanted to be sure…”

Something tightens in Peter’s chest at that. He quickly grabs Gamora’s hand, squeezing it. “My mom had a different kind of Terran illness, much worse than this,” he explains. “And, yeah, Ego caused it, so she didn’t naturally get it like I caught this, but, uh…anyway. This is a really common sickness that everyone gets every once in a while there. So, no need to worry.”

Gamora nods, meeting his eyes again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to bring up your mother.”

Peter shakes his head. “It’s fine. But, really, thank you for looking out for me. It’s…been a while since someone’s really done it to this extent, I guess.”

“Of course.” She smiles again, letting the last of the sadness fade from her expression.

Then a wave of cold hits Peter before he can reply, causing him to shiver. Gamora leans in more closely, practically smirking now. “I don’t believe I can catch Terran illnesses and you appear to need additional warmth, so…”

“You’re too kind to me,” Peter says loudly, only to be cut off by a cough.

Gamora simply crawls under the covers beside him, wrapping her arms around his midsection. He wraps an arm around her shoulders, resting his head beside hers.

“But if you sneeze on me again, Star-Lord, I swear…”

“I won’t, I won’t! I promise!”

(He manages to keep the promise, surprisingly, though there are at least three close calls.)

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anonymous asked:

Is it crazy to think there's something in him saying 'I won't ever let him /touch/ you again'? It wouldn't have pinged my radar if he'd said 'hurt' coz that sounds more brotherly, but 'touch' has a much more possessive, intimate, and yes sexual connotation to it. That one word changes the whole feel of the sentence, makes it sound less like what a brother tells a sister and more like what a man tells a woman. Maybe it means nothing but it's hard to believe it's not a deliberate writing choice.

Hello Anon, sorry for the very late response.

Here is the script of the Battle of the Bastards episode. Now let’s go to the specific moment when Jon said that line:

SANSA: If you had asked my advice earlier, I would have told you not to attack Winterfell until we had a larger force. Or is that obvious too? 

JON: (increasingly heated) When will we have a larger force? We pleaded with every house that would have us. The Blackfish can’t have us. We’re lucky to have this many men. 

SANSA: It’s not enough. 

JON: No, it’s not enough. It’s what we have. Battles have been won against greater odds. 

Sansa knows there’s no point continuing the argument. She moves toward the tent entrance, where she stops and looks back at him. 

SANSA: If Ramsay wins… I’m not going back there alive. Do you understand me? 

JON: I won’t ever let him touch you again. I promise. I’ll protect you. 

SANSA: No one can protect me. No one can protect anyone. She exits the tent, leaving Jon alone.

If you read more from the script, you will know that Jon was not only increasingly heated during that moment, he was feeling insulted by her and he was losing his patience, and then Sansa just implied that she would kill herself if Ramsay wins…

I think in that very moment Jon realized how wounded Sansa was, how much damage Ramsay inflicted to her. It was just enough pain.

It is really, really sad because that was not the first time Sansa thought about killing herself:  

Sometimes her sleep was leaden and dreamless, and she woke from it more tired than when she had closed her eyes. Yet those were the best times, for when she dreamed, she dreamed of Father. Waking or sleeping, she saw him, saw the gold cloaks fling him down, saw Ser Ilyn striding forward, unsheathing Ice from the scabbard on his back, saw the moment … the moment when … she had wanted to look away, she had wanted to, her legs had gone out from under her and she had fallen to her knees, yet somehow she could not turn her head, and all the people were screaming and shouting, and her prince had smiled at her, he’d smiled and she’d felt safe, but only for a heartbeat, until he said those words, and her father’s legs … that was what she remembered, his legs, the way they’d jerked when Ser Ilyn … when the sword …

Perhaps I will die too, she told herself, and the thought did not seem so terrible to her. If she flung herself from the window, she could put an end to her suffering, and in the years to come the singers would write songs of her grief. Her body would lie on the stones below, broken and innocent, shaming all those who had betrayed her. Sansa went so far as to cross the bedchamber and throw open the shutters … but then her courage left her, and she ran back to her bed, sobbing.

The serving girls tried to talk to her when they brought her meals, but she never answered them. Once Grand Maester Pycelle came with a box of flasks and bottles, to ask if she was ill. He felt her brow, made her undress, and touched her all over while her bedmaid held her down. When he left he gave her a potion of honeywater and herbs and told her to drink a swallow every night. She drank it all right then and went back to sleep.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa VI

That passage always makes me feel miserable not only because her suicidal thoughts, but for the first time that she experienced non-consensual touches all over her naked body. A child of 11/12 years touched that way is just horrible.

Sansa’s body was touched for so many men, and I hate all of them and wish them a painful death. And I think Jon share the sentiment.   

Jon wasn’t there for her before. Jon could not protect her then, but he is by her side now, he could protect her now or at least try. And at that moment the threat was Ramsay Bolton, the one that touched her in the most horrible way was Ramsay Bolton. So, for Jon the only response to her suicidal thoughts was a promise of protection against the threat that was Ramsay Bolton.     

Maybe Jon could not protect her from every kind of hurt, but at least he could promise to protect her from Ramsay, and most specifically from his rape threat. 

So yeah I’m sure the word ‘touch’ was a deliberate writing choice. Ramsay sexually assaulted Sansa repeatedly, and Jon was promising to protect her from that threat.    

I’m agree with you that the word touch doesn’t sound brotherly, that ‘touch’ has a much more possessive, intimate, and sexual connotation to it. But I think it has to do with the kind of protection Jon was offering to her. He was promising that he won’t ever let Ramsay put his hand on her again. And that kind of promise is very significant, no matter if it comes from a brother or a lover. I mean, I could have made that promise to her, because I love her, very, very much. And that is the thing, Jon loves her very, very much. Just read the next Jon’s scene from the scrip:

JON: Any advice? 

MELISANDRE: Don’t lose. 

Jon nods, looking into the flames. He glances at her. 

JON: If I do… if I fall… (beat) Don’t bring me back. She studies him. 

MELISANDRE: I’ll have to try. 

JON: I am ordering you not to bring me back. 

Jon doesn’t want to live anymore if Ramsay wins, because that would mean that he failed Sansa and she would kill herself… 

And at the end, Jon kept his promise, he beat Ramsay and almost killed him. He just stopped because of her:

Ramsay makes a feeble attempt to rise, but Jon is on top of him before he can, pummeling his head with fists and forearms. He has every intention of methodically beating Ramsay to death.

But Sansa, Littlefinger and Davos arrive through the broken gate. Hearing their horses, Jon turns to see them.

He doesn’t care about Davos or Littlefinger in this moment. He only looks at Sansa.

She looks back at him, and at Ramsay.

Jon realizes that Ramsay is not his to kill.

I think Jon would do the same to every men that touched or hurt Sansa, and he would do it out of love, not out of jealousy or due a possessive behaviour. That is precisely what she needs, someone that keep his promises, someone capable of restore her faith in people, her faith in men particularly. And that my dear Anon, would be very, very important and significant for her. Just imagine how Sansa would feel/react when she finds out that:

  1. Jon beheaded Janos Slynt.
  2. Jon refused Stannis’ offer to get legitimized as Jon Stark and be named Lord of Winterfell, because he did not want to despoil her of her rights.
  3. Jon fondly imagined her amazement should she gaze upon the magic beyond The Wall.
  4. Jon put in practice her lessons about being courteous with girls.
  5. Jon lovingly remembered how she’d brush out Lady’s coat, singing to herself, before he died.

Jon would turn into the most important man in her life, after Ned… ;)
Words That Water Flowers - DecemberCamie - Hunter X Hunter [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Words That Water Flowers

Word count:  2862

Chapters: 3


“I don’t get it,” Gon said numbly, staring unblinkingly at the vibrant and blood-smeared flower petals scattered across their lunchroom table. They were as beautiful as they were deadly. “How can someone not love you, Killua?”

“There are different kinds of love, Gon,” Killua answered, and his tone held the faintest trace scorn. “Being in love is different then just loving someone, and that’s what causes Hanahaki.”

((Hanahaki Disease- an illness in which unrequited love causes the patient to coughs up flower petals, eventually leading to suffocation))

The hanahaki au killugon fic is finally up on ao3! The first two chapters are what’s already posted here on tumblr, the third chapter is brand new. 

I plan on updating this once a week…hopefully, haha XD The third chapter is below the cut, its titled ‘Wabi-Sabi’. Thank you everyone for all the support this au have received already!!!

The hardest part, really, was hiding the disease from his family.

If they found out, they would immediately force him to have surgery and remove the flower. That would cure him, sure, but it would also erase all his feelings for Gon. His family would be thrilled- killing two birds in one stone, what could be better?

Killua would be devastated.

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hello i want to follow back some people so like this post if you

post mainly Gerard
dont post Fr*rard (if you post it every once in a while i dont mind as long as you tag it but if you think Fr*rard was real or ship it hardcore still then we wont get along sorry)
use tags or are willing to tag things once we’re mutuals


Doodled Ianite using that new style. Oddly enough it’s become so much easier now using this style, though I still like the flat coloring and the line art I do. So every once in a while I’ll go back to it.


I did try going for that “ill” feel and I think I did pretty good on that. Very proud of myself.


A/N: Incoming Thranduil fluff for y’all! I hope you like it!

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Thranduil x Reader

Warnings: none

The sound of breaking glass stopped you dead in your tracks. Your hand froze mid-air, hovering over the necklace that you had intended to touch. Then you turned around, confusion and worry mixing in your stomach, only to see Thranduil standing behind you, a shattered glass of wine at his feet, staring at you with wide eyes. His features were torn between fury and grief, and you knew instantly what you had done wrong. You snatched your hand back and stepped away from the necklace, looking down at the ground.

“Forgive me.” You started. “I did not know…”

“Don’t ever dare to touch it again.”

His voice cut through your apology like a sword through bones. He did not yell, but his calm fury was even worse than any obscenities he could have screamed in your face. You gulped and looked down, tears filling the rim of your eyes. Even though you knew you had done nothing wrong – you had not even touched the necklace! – you felt guilty. And you were angry.

Usually you were pleased with the relationship that had bloomed between you and the King of Mirkwood. He was courteous and noble, treated you with great respect and was the embodiment of a gentleman. But there was always a shadow looming over your relationship: Thranduil’s late wife. It was clear that something tragic had happened to her, and that he was still grieving. And while you acknowledged his pain and suffering, it still hurt that he still felt so strongly for her.

His eyes burned into yours, unforgiving and angry, and you nodded before turning on your heel and fleeing the room. It was not seemely for you to cry, so you wiped your tears away before storming to your chambers. You closed the door behind you and erupted in a fit of sobs.

“Now, now, (y/n), this Is not how I know you.” A calm voice said, and your head snapped up to see Gandalf sitting on a chair next to your bed. “Tell me, how can I help you?”

You quickly calmed yourself, wiping the tears away a second time. Then you shook your head and sat down on the bed, taking your old friends hand in yours.

“Do not worry, old friend.” You feigned a smile. “I do not want to trouble you with my problems. Instead, tell me what I can help you with?”

He smiled back and patted your hand with his other one, before withdrawing from you.  He stood up and started pacing around the room, explaining himself to you.

“I wanted to ask you for help in a matter that needs your…expertise. I do not know much about the magic of witches, I have to admit, but I think in my newest endeavour I need your help. But now I see, you are troubled already. You do not have to feel obligated to come with me.”

You shook your head and stood up, following his steps.

“I think a break from Mirkwood might be exactly what I need right now, Gandalf. I would be happy to help you, so do not worry: I will come with you as soon as you explain what you need from me.”

“I will explain it on the way. Here, I fear, the walls have ears.”

Your curiosity was wakened with these words and you nodded.

“Then let us leave as soon as possible.”

“I will go and make preparations.”

Gandalf bowed and left the room, leaving you to ponder over the upcoming quest.

A few hours later you were sitting on your bed, shuffling through your spellbook, when Thranduil burst into your room. His cheeks were reddened and his eyes were wide with rage, but despite his fast movement he did not break a sweat. You put your book aside and looked up at him, wondering what you had done this time.

“Why did you not tell me you are going to leave? Why does Gandalf have to bring these tidings to my ears?”

You stood up and smoothened your skirts, before you looked him in the eyes and took his hand.

“It was only decided this afternoon, my love. Please, do not rage. I meant no harm.”

He lowered his gaze to the floor, before nodding and stepping closer to you.

“I forgive you. But tell me honestly…do you go on this mission only to help Gandalf, or do you flee from my past?”

You sighed and shook your head.

“I do not want to hurt you, Thranduil. I know how hard it is to lose someone you love, but… I cannot help but feel jealous. I do not run from you, I run from my own ill feelings. But while I am gone, could you please ask yourself this: Are you willing to start a new life with me? Sometimes it feels as if you are still dwelling in the past, and while you have every right to do so, I do not want to be caught up in the tide of your suffering.”

Thranduil, taken aback, sucked in a deep breath through his teeth, before he lowered his gaze once more. His thumb drew patterns on the back of your hand while you waited patiently for him to answer.

“I did not mean to make you feel that way.” He finally confessed, his voice quiet and soft. “Sometimes grief washes over me and I get carried away by it. But I promise you… I will try to fight it from now on. I love you, (y/n). But while I wish I could say I love you more than anything I ever loved before, that would be a lie. But I can say in all honesty that I love you just as much as her, and the thought of losing you because of my grief is too much to bear. It is not what she would have wanted, and it is certainly not what I want. So…” He trailed off and took a deep breath, before he went on. „I do not need to think about the answer to your question: Yes, I want to start anew with you. The only question that remains now is: Will you forgive me for my rude behaviour?”

With all of your heart you nodded and - in a fit of passion - you threw your arms around him, happy that he had chosen you.

“With pleasure.”

A smile tugged at the corner of his lip as he embraced you. You inhaled his scent as you buried your face in his shoulder, unwilling to go now that he had confessed his true feelings for you. But you had promised Gandalf, and you always kept your promises. So you stepped back after too short a time and smiled, kissing his cheek.

“I look forward to my return.”

Just a heads up:

Starting this Sunday, July 9th thru the following Sunday, July 16 I will be fairly inactive as I am going on a week long camping trip to the White Mountains/ seeing Gorillaz (!!!!) and attending my mom’s wedding. I’m gonna leave my hefty queue going still and I may come on and spam everyone with pictures or chats with those of you I often chat with every once in a while (esp the concert which I will be in a city and have reception again). 

I don’t know if thats something anyone cares about but a week is a long time considering how active I usually am and I figured I’d let you know. 

Well i guess its settled. Depression is getting his own blog. I feel like with this one, it will be like the Switch house, but just a normal blog, might​ draw every once and a while (like i need to with all the switch asks backed up on this blog) but not for every ask. Once i get it set up, ill post here with a link for you guys.

mom: hey are you gonna clean the trash cans?

me: yeah tonight after dinner

mom: ok i’ll be back later

*an hour later, 30 minutes after i finish eating while the sun is still bright*

mom: *storms into the house* WHY HAVENT YOU DONE THE TRASHCANS

me: *flying out of my room* i told you im going to do them!


me: i didnt say immediately i said tonight after dinner???


me, who fixes every electronic in the house at least once a month and does most of the plant watering, any outdoor heavy lifting and reorganizes the fridge on my own every sunday:?????? ?? ? ?? ? ? ?? ???  



Request: Hi ! I really liked you secretary scenario ! Can I request one where Leo is your friend roommate, staying in your shared appartment for a few days. One day while your roomate is at work you faint in the shower (you don’t get injured, just hurt) and he hear you fall. with fluffy/smutty end pleease ? Hope i don’t bother you and sorry if my english is not perfect… 

Leo x Reader


Warnings: Mild amount of smut(sexual content)

Note: I don’t know how I feel about the ending but tell me what you guys think. Hopefully you it~ 

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7 Tips for Happiness

1. Have one or two really good friends – people you can trust and be honest and real with.

2. Build some adventure into your life. We all need to dream, and to stretch our boundaries.

3. Get rid of the excess stuff in your life – the people and the clutter that take up too much space.

4. Try to find some kind of balance between super-busy-ness and then feeling bored, as you’ve nothing much to do.

5. Give into temptation every once in a while, otherwise you’ll feel too cramped and constrained by your life.

6. Don’t just accept and put up with yourself. Really learn to love and appreciate yourself.

7. See each day as a brand new day – don’t look back at what happened, or the people, in your past.

Fluff-Fest Day 1 (cook)

Okay, so this is my submission for the Gruvia Fluff fest’s first day. The prompt was cook, and it’s kinda in there. There’s food involved and someone cooked it. Sorry, I just started writing and the story took off in it’s own direction.

So this dedicated to Arianna (a.k.a. Canyoudigitmotherlicker) for unintentionally reminding me of my mint pancake head cannon which lead to this.

Note, this takes place about six months after Tartaros! Enjoy. :)

Gray Fullbuster was the kind of person who very rarely got sick, but when he did it was bad. Not just in terms of severity, but also in terms of moodiness. Gray was never the most friendly of people, but once sickness took hold he quickly became petulant, and demanding towards those around him. Yes, when Gray got sick he reverted back to the behaviour of a five year old child.  

So it came as quite a surprise when, after getting off the train coughing and sniffling, Erza had told him to head home and that she would stop by later with some things to help him feel better. A small voice in the back of Gray’s head told him that he should be worried, but he brushed it aside, too tired and sore to care. Instead he thanked her half-heartedly and headed home to sleep, fully expecting the requip mage to forget her offer of help.

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Day 20: Uktena Tales

Uktena is a mythical monster from Cherokee folklore. It’s said the Uktena is a giant horned serpent with flaming scales and a shining diamond set in its forehead. The motif of the horned serpent can be found in several Native American tribes and pictographs of the creature have been discovered all over the Southcentral and Southeastern US. The Uktena is death to any who meet it, and bears some resemblance to certain monsters of Ozark folklore, no doubt because of the cross-influences between Ozark and Cherokee culture.

Below are three Uktena tales from James Mooney’s “Myths of the Cherokee” a book I highly recommend to anyone interested in Cherokee folklore and folk beliefs.

“The Uktena And The Ulûñsû'tï”

Long ago–hïlahi'yu–when the Sun became angry at the people on earth and sent a sickness to destroy them, the Little Men changed a man into a monster snake, which they called Uktena, “The Keen-eyed,” and sent him to kill her. He failed to do the work, and the Rattlesnake had to be sent instead, which made the Uktena so jealous and angry that the people were afraid of him and had him taken up to Gälûñ'lätï, to stay with the other dangerous things.[1] He left others behind him, though, nearly as large and dangerous as himself, and they hide now in deep pools in the river and about lonely passes in the high mountains, the places which the Cherokee call “Where the Uktena stays.”

Those who know say that the Uktena is a great snake, as large around as a tree trunk, with horns on its head, and a bright, blazing crest like a diamond upon its forehead, and scales glittering like sparks of fire. It has rings or spots of color along its whole length, and can not be wounded except by shooting in the seventh spot from the head, because under this spot are its heart and its life. The blazing diamond is called Ulûñsû'tî “Transparent,” and he who can win it may become the greatest wonder worker of the tribe, but it is worth a man’s life to attempt it, for whoever is seen by the Uktena is so dazed by the bright light that he runs toward the snake instead of trying to escape.

Even to see the Uktena asleep is death, not to the hunter himself, but to his family.

Of all the daring warriors who Have started out in search of the Ulûñsû'tî only Âgän-uni'tsï ever came back successful.[1] The East Cherokee still keep the one which he brought. It is like a large transparent crystal, nearly the shape of a cartridge bullet, with a blood-red streak running through the center from top to bottom. The owner keeps it wrapped in a whole deerskin, inside an earthen jar hidden away in a secret cave in the mountains. Every seven days he feeds it with the blood of small game, rubbing the blood all over the crystal as soon as the animal has been killed. Twice a year it must have the blood of a deer or some other large animal. Should he forget to feed it at the proper time it would come out from its cave at night in the shape of fire and fly through the air to slake its thirst with the lifeblood of the conjurer or some one of his people. He may save himself from this danger by telling it, when he puts it away, that he will not need it again for a long time. It will then go quietly to sleep and feel no hunger until it is again brought out to be consulted. Then it must be fed again with blood before it is used.

No white man must ever see it and no person but the owner will venture near it for fear of sudden death. Even the conjurer who keeps it is afraid of it, and changes its hiding place every once ill a while so that it can not learn the way out. When he dies it will be buried with him. Otherwise it will come out of its cave, like a blazing star, to search for his grave, night after night for seven years, when, if still not able to find him, it will go back to sleep forever where he has placed it.

Whoever owns the Ulûñsû'tî is sure of success in hunting, love, rainmaking, and every other business, but its great use is in life prophecy. When it is consulted for this purpose the future is seen mirrored in the clear crystal as a tree is reflected in the quiet stream below, and the conjurer knows whether the sick man will recover, whether the warrior will return from battle, or whether the youth will live to be old.

“Âgän-uni'tsï’s Search For The Uktena”

In one of their battles with the Shawano, who are all magicians, the Cherokee captured a great medicine-man whose name was Âgän-uni'tsï, “The Ground-hogs’ Mother.” They had tied him ready for the torture when he begged for his life and engaged, if spared, to find for them the great wonder worker, the Ulûñsû'tî. Now, the Ulûñsû'tî is like a blazing star set in the forehead of the great Uktena serpent, and the medicine-man who could possess it might do marvelous things, but everyone knew this could not be, because it was certain death to meet the Uktena. They warned him of all this but he only answered that his medicine was strong and he was not afraid. So they gave him his life on that condition and he began the search.

The Uktena used to lie in wait in lonely places to surprise its victims, and especially haunted the dark passes of the Great Smoky mountains. Knowing this, the magician went first to a gap in the range on the far northern border of the Cherokee country. He searched and found there a monster blacksnake, larger than had ever been known before, but it was not what he was looking for, and he laughed at it as something too small for notice. Coming southward to the next gap he found there a great moccasin snake, the largest ever seen, but when the people wondered he said it was nothing. In the next gap he found a greensnake and called the people to see “the pretty sälikwâ'yï,” but when they found an immense greensnake coiled up in the path they ran away in fear. Coming on to U'täwagûn'ta, the Bald mountain, he found there a great diya'hälï (lizard) basking, but, although it was large and terrible to look at, it was not what he wanted and he paid no attention to it. Going still south to Walâsi'yï, the Frog place, he found a great frog squatting in the gap, but when the people who came to see it were frightened like the others and ran away from the monster he mocked at them for being afraid of a frog and went on to the next gap. He went on to Duniskwa`lgûñ'yï, the Gap of the Forked Antler, and to the enchanted lake of Atagâ'hï, and at each he found monstrous reptiles, but he said they were nothing. He thought the Uktena might be hiding in the deep water at Tlanusi'yï, the Leech place, on Hiwassee, where other strange things had been seen before, and going there he dived far down under the surface. He saw turtles and water snakes, and two immense sun-perches rushed at him and retreated again, but that was all. Other places he tried, going always southward, and at last on Gahû'tï mountain he found the Uktena asleep.

Turning without noise, he ran swiftly down the mountain side as far as he could go with one long breath, nearly to the bottom of the slope. There he stopped and piled up a great circle of pine cones, and inside of it he dug a deep trench. Then he set fire to the cones and came back again up the, mountain.

The Uktena was still asleep, and, putting an arrow to his bow, Âgän-uni'tsï shot and sent the arrow through its heart, which was under the seventh spot from the serpent’s head. The great snake raised his head, with the diamond in front flashing fire, and came straight at his enemy, but the magician, turning quickly, ran at full speed down the mountain, cleared the circle of fire and the trench at one bound, and lay down on the ground inside.

The Uktena tried to follow, but the arrow was through his heart. and in another moment he rolled over in his death struggle, spitting poison over all the mountain side. But the poison drops could not pass the circle of fire, but only hissed and sputtered in the blaze, and the magician on the inside was untouched except by one small drop which struck upon his head as he lay close to the ground; but he did not know it. The blood, too, as poisonous as the froth, poured from the Uktena’s wound and down the slope in a dark stream, but it ran into the trench and left him ‘Unharmed. The dying monster rolled over and over down the mountain, breaking down large trees in its path until it reached the bottom. Then Âgän-uni'tsï called every bird in all the woods to come to the feast, and so many came that when they were done not even the bones were left.

After seven days he went by night to the spot. The body and the bones of the snake were gone, all eaten by the birds, but he saw a bright light shining in the darkness, and going over to it he found, resting on a low-hanging branch, where a raven had dropped it, the diamond from the head of the Uktena. He wrapped it up carefully and took it with him, and from that time he became the greatest medicine-man in the whole tribe.

When Âgän-uni'tsï came down again to the settlement the people noticed a small snake hanging from his head where the single drop of poison from the Uktena had struck; but so long as he lived he himself never knew that it was there.

Where the blood of the Uktena had filled the trench a lake formed afterwards, and the water was black and in this water the women used to dye the cane splits for their baskets.

“The Red Man And The Uktena”

Two brothers went bunting together, and when they came to a good camping place in the mountains they made a fire, and while one gathered bark to put up a shelter the other started up the creek to look for a deer. Soon he heard a noise on the top of the ridge as if two animals were fighting. He hurried through the bushes to see what it might be, and when he came to the spot he found a great uktena coiled around a man and choking him to death. The man was fighting for his life, and called out to the hunter: “Help me, nephew; he is your enemy as well as mine.” The hunter took good aim, and, drawing the arrow to the head, sent it through the body of the uktena, so that the blood spouted from the hole. The snake loosed its coils with a snapping noise, and went tumbling down the ridge into the valley, tearing up the earth like a water spout as it rolled.

The stranger stood up, and it was the Asga'ya Gi'gägeï, the Red Man of the Lightning. He said to the hunter: “You have helped me, and now I will reward you, and give you a medicine so that you can always find game.” They waited until it was dark, and then went down the ridge to where the dead uktena had rolled, but by this time the birds and insects had eaten the body and only the bones were left. In one place were flashes of light coming up from the ground, and on digging here, just under the surface, the Red Man found a scale of the uktena. Next he went over to a tree that had been struck by lightning, and gathering a handful of splinters he made a fire and burned the uktena scale to a coal. He wrapped this in a piece of deerskin and gave it to the hunter, saying: “As long as you keep this you can always kill game.” Then he told the hunter that when he went back to camp he must hang up the medicine on a tree outside, because it was very strong and dangerous. He told him also that when he went into the cabin he would find his brother lying inside nearly dead on account of the presence of the uktena’s scale, but he must take a small piece of cane, which the Red Man gave him, and scrape a little of it into water and give it to his brother to drink and he would be well again. Then the Red Man was gone, and the hunter could not see where he went. He returned to camp alone, and found his brother very sick, but soon cured him with the medicine from the cane, and that, day and the next, and every day after, he found game whenever he went for it.

Sick (Joe Sugg Imagine) - requested

Sick (requested)

Anonymous asked: Hi! Could you do one where Joe is really sick and he’s super whiny but you look after him?

“Y/N! Can you make me some food? I feel so shitty!” Joe whined from the sofa. He was wrapped in a blanket, a box of tissues on his lap as he watched TV. You stood at the kitchen counter, chopping up vegetables for dinner.

“Joe, dinner will be ready in 10, just wait,” you said as you placed the knife on the counter and turned around to face him.

You leaned back on the kitchen counter, your arms crossed across your chest, as Joe whined, “but I can’t wait that long.”

“Yes, you can. Look, I’ll make you a cuppa tea while you wait,” you replied and turned the kettle on.

After a minute, you took the tea and placed it on the coffee table in the living room. “Two sugars, just as you like it,” you said, smiling.

“Thank you, love,” Joe sincerely replied back and went up to give you a kiss. You quickly moved away and started walking back to the kitchen.

“Not today, Sugg. I don’t wanna get sick as well. We need at least one healthy person in the house,” you said.

“But, babe,” he whined with a pout. You playfully roll your eyes at him and went back to cooking dinner.


After dinner, you washed up the dishes, put all the dirty clothes in the wash and vacuumed the house, while Joe sat on the couch, complaining every once in a while.

You didn’t mind, however. Joe was ill and you did everything in your power to make him feel better. You knew he’d do the same if the roles were reversed.

After everything, you made your way to the couch Joe was on and slumped down on the other end of it. Just as you were about to get comfy, Joe piped up.

“Y/N, I’m really cold,” he whined as he blowed his nose.

“Joe, babe, the heating is on to the max and you’re under, like, 3 duvets. How are you still cold?” You asked and looked over to him.

He looked like he was dragged through hell and back. His hair was all messy and looked as if it hadn’t been washed in a while. He had bags under his eyes, from the lack of sleep due to all the coughing, sneezing and throwing up that was keeping him up all night. His eyes were bloodshot red and you felt so sorry for your boyfriend.

“I have no idea, but I’m really cold,” he repeated. You got up and went downstairs to get him another spare duvet.

“Here,” you said as you put the other duvet on top of him and tuck him in. Just as you were about to move, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. You nearly fell into him but quickly regained your balance.

“Don’t go,” he whispered with a frown.

“I’m just going to sit over there, Joe. I’m not going anywhere, it’s fine,” you said with a light chuckle.

“Cuddles. I want cuddles.” He pouted. You rolled your eyes but had a light smile on your face.

“Joe, you’re ill-” he cut off.

“I know that, but I want cuddles. Just for a bit. I haven’t been able to hold you or kiss you in ages. Please, love?” He asked. He had the biggest puppy dog eyes you could imagine and you could not say no to it.

“Fine, fine, but there’s not really any space on the couch.”

“We’ll go to our bedroom,” he said as he slowly got up. He looked like a massive, cuddly monster with all the duvets on him.

“Will you be able to make it down alone, babe?” You questioned, concerned and quickly put him on his feet as he tumbled a bit.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’ll see you in bed.”


After changing into something more comfortable for bed and finishing up in the bathroom, you joined Joe in the bed.

As you got in, you felt Joe pull you towards him. You rested your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I’ve missed this,” you heard him mumble.

You lightly nodded and said, “so have I.” You closed your eyes and sighed, contently.

After a minute or so, you could feel yourself fall into a deep sleep. You breathing changed to soft and slow ones and you could feel yourself falling into darkness.

Joe could tell as well since he shifted a tiny bit and planted a kiss on the top of your head. “Goodnight, Y/N,” he whispered in his sick voice.

You grumbled in response and turned around so that your back was to him. You felt him move and suddenly you were in a spooning position. Joe wrapped an arm around your waist from behind you and you felt him nuzzle his face into your neck.

“I love you, Y/N,” you heard him mumble into your neck.

In your sleepy state, you intertwined your hand with his that was around your waist and brought it up to your face. You gave his hand a light kiss and cuddled it. “I love you too, Joe,” you mumbled.

Soon, darkness engulfed you.