love sick mess


Sick Boy & Renton ; through the years

We’ll get through this thegither, and he walks into the stair, compelling Renton to follow.
Ah know that, mate, Renton says, almost distracted under the luminosity of the stars, till the heavy door, closing behind them on the spring, extinguishes their light.

jjp in got7: old married couple. have separate beds. bicker about everything. don’t need to communicate verbally anymore, just through expertly timed eye contact. rarely show affection. kids always getting in the way of everything.

jjp in jjp: honeymoon phase. are either staring at each other lovingly or eye fucking, no inbetween. SO MUCH FLIRTING. can’t stand to b apart for more than five seconds. won’t stop touching each other, doesn’t matter where they are or who’s in the room. kids? what kids?


No more to you at this present, mine own darling, for lack of time, but that I would you were in mine arms, or I in yours, for I think it l o n g since I k i s s e d you.

happy birthday @boleynqueens!!!

thehallowedangel  asked:

Sinse you're craving some fic of that sweet, sweet purple boy, I'd like to make a request. Maybe he's had a large lunch or something and whatever it is, his stomach isn't sitting too well as he's flying his ship. It gets progressively worse until he has to quickly switch onto auto pilot and scramble out of his chair, only to barely get his helmet off before he's hurling onto the ground. You can ignore this if you want to, friend, but I thought I'd share an idea

i’m glad you did :) second round of lotor misery coming right up! 

His fingers trembled as they hovered over the controls, concentrated exhales doing absolutely nothing to steady his grip.

His panting breaths were humid inside the helmet, fogging up his visor every few seconds before his temperature regulated armor could clear it again.

Another queasy bubble of air squirmed up his throat and he swallowed several times to keep it down. They could hear him over the intercom, every labored breath and suppressed hiccup.

Lotor had never been prone to motion sickness. But then again, he’d never been forced to eat before flying. It would have been perceived as incredibly disrespectful if he had refused the meal offered during negotiations. He made a mental note to have one of his generals carry out proceedings with that particular clan in the future.

Whatever they’d fed him was stubbornly refusing to settle. And the fact that they’d run into an inconvenient gaggle of mercenaries wasn’t helping his finicky digestion. 

Normally, something so trivial wouldn’t have been much of a problem. Eliminating the threat of space pirates and their sloppy attempts to commandeer his ship was a common occurrence; an inconsequential nuisance, really. Target practice. But this lot were taking their dear-sweet-time dying.

Lotor’s stomach sloshed and rolled precariously with every evasive spin and lurch of his fighter as he dodged yet another smattering of gunfire. Acxa was in his ear, providing cover fire and location data.

“Two approaching from your rear, twelve kilometers right,” she said, voice cutting out for a moment as static crackled in his ears.

“I see them,” he assured, dipping his fighter into a steep nosedive and pulling up just before his fighter skimmed the face of the rock. Adrenaline flooded his veins as he saw the two ships collide with the rogue meteor he’d angled them towards and explode into a brilliant mushroom cloud of fiery debris.

He leveled off and searched his tracker, using the brief moment of reprieve to press one hand to his roiling stomach. Cold sweat had caused the under armor beneath his suit to stick to his skin, creating an uncomfortable cocoon of clammy warmth. Lotor’s gut emitted a low whine, coaxing up a thick belch that he didn’t have enough foresight to stifle. The aftertaste nearly made him gag.

“Prince,” he heard Acxa demanding, concern evident in her voice. “What was that?” In the background he heard Ezor asking if the control board was malfunctioning again.

Lotor grit his teeth, clearing his throat as he struggled to swallow down a residual hiccup. “It was - hicc! - nothing.” He swore under his breath, could practically feel the puzzled looks his generals were giving each other. “Enemy status!” he growled into the com.

“One approaching rapidly, banking left,” Acxa informed, resuming her former composure. “All the others have blinked off my radar, Sir.”

“Fucking finally,” Lotor hissed after he’d clicked off the intercom. The last ship was obviously on a kamikaze mission and because the pilot was desperate, Lotor surmised that it shouldn’t be much of a problem to take him out.

But desperation often fosters insane decisions, especially in the air. The pilot banked unexpectedly to his right, swooping below him to get a target on Lotor’s tail.

“Cheeky bastard,” Lotor smirked. He inhaled a deep breath, forcing himself to focus, although his mounting nausea was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.

Lotor initiated his turbos, slingshotting out of range and tipping the nose of his fighter straight up until he’d climbed into a backwards spiral. He ignored the dizzying pressure of the G-force and dove directly on top of the other ship, blasting it’s haul with a merciless barrage of gunfire. He quickly switched gears and pulled up, leveling off at the last second just as the ship exploded behind him.

The intercom crackled back to life and Axca’s voice flickered on the other end, mechanically providing the final status report. Lotor barely registered her words over his own ragged panting and the deafening buzz in his ears.

He sagged over the controls, swallowing desperately as his mouth began flooding with watery saliva. His stomach gave a powerful lurch and he instinctively brought a hand to his mouth. Lotor experienced a momentary swell of panic as he realized that he was still wearing his helmet. He’d run out of time. If he didn’t act quickly, he was going to be sick in his own fucking helmet.

Lotor kept his mouth stubbornly closed as his throat constricted with a forceful gag. He switched the controls to autopilot and scrambled out of his harness, tripping gracelessly out of his chair in his frenzied haste.

The prince landed hard on his knees, fumbling for the trigger to release his helmet from his suit as the overwhelming urge to retch intensified. Finally, he heard a soft click and pulled the damn thing free, his long hair falling untidily over his shoulders.

No sooner had he discarded the helmet than his entire body lurched with a deep gag. There was a nanosecond of anticipatory silence, strings of drool dripping unhindered from his parted lips as he clumsily gathered back his hair and hovered on his hands and knees. Then his stomach muscles contracted and a guttural retch propelled a revoltingly warm mouthful of sludge onto the floor. 

Lotor shuddered, another wet burp causing his shoulders to tense as a much thicker wave of his stomach contents spewed from his mouth, landing with a sickening splat to join the spreading mess between his knees.

“Oh, god,” he panted, coughing through a violent dry heave. Lotor collapsed unceremoniously onto his ass, legs sprawling on either side to avoid the pile of vomit. He reached up to wipe the remnants of sickness from his lips, grimacing as he swallowed the bitterness coating his tongue.

He sat up, chest jolting with an unexpectedly sharp hiccup. He gulped, pressing a fist to his mouth just in time to burp up the rest. Fuck, his stomach was a wreck. But at least he felt empty, no longer struggling to breathe past the tumultuous maelstrom in his belly.

Now that his head was a little clearer, he could detect multiple voices shouting into the mic of his abandoned helmet.

He muffled another involuntary belching hiccup into his balled fist before speaking into the com.

“Well, that was unpleasant,” Lotor chuckled hoarsely, expertly schooling his silky tone to one of mild annoyance. The voices on the other line abruptly fell dead silent.

“Highness,” Acxa asked urgently. “What the hell happened? Are you hurt?”

Lotor sighed, regarding the puddle of sick with a sneer. Though he may as well have been speaking about an inconvenient change in the weather when he replied, “I’ve had a little…accident.”

And he fully intended to blame his humiliating lack of control on a sudden bout of the flu.

anonymous asked:

I genuinely hope you find happiness in England, and I hope the nhs can help you- free healthcare rocks :> <3

ME. FUCKING. TOO. this year has been a /catastrophe/ for me as someone chronically and mentally ill and not getting the healthcare ive needed…

man like the month i just spent in London w Sam was so good and it was so good FOR me…before i left i was so sick, i didnt think id be able to do ANYTHING while i was there…but it was amazing, being able to be with someone i really loved, who wanted to help me manage all my problems without any complaints (they went and bought a ton of food that i could eat before i even got there bc i have weirdly specific dietary needs lmao) and it was just. so nice. we were able to watch out for each other and we both benefitted from it so much. i was still sick, i still had pain and fatigue and anxiety but i also had THEM and they didnt hold any of my disability against me even once. and after a relationship where i was routinely manipulated as a result of the help i needed just to live with my illnesses, it was…world-changing.

and if i could get good health care ON TOP OF THAT boy oh boy we are in business i might actually be able to really focus on my art again and start living the life i WANT 


Severus: I’m in a total love-sick mess. *Glances over at you*

Lily: Soo, when are you gonna tell her?

Severus:  I-I *more stammering*

Lily: You two are in the same house, tell her on the way back to the common room!


La Belle Personne (2008) dir. Christophe Honoré

I’m in a total love-sick mess. I feel so ridiculous. I’m just head-over-heels in love, it’s completely stupid. It’s been such a long time since I fell in love. I haven’t felt this in ages you know, your stomach all knotted up, your chest on fire, your legs weak. I know I’ve got to calm down, get a grip, but I can’t, I just can’t.

I’m tired of that one post I made about not bashing gamzee as a character getting notes and people putting shit like GAMZEE IS A SWEET CINNAMONROLL in the tags b/c just?? no, he’s not. he did some TRULY fucked up shit. He killed half the meteor crew and seriously screwed with terezi’s head (which I refuse to forgive him for). The point of that post was that I am ALSO tired of people dismissing him entirely as a character and making him the butt of every joke.

Hussie just, he writes some really great “bad” characters okay. I fucking love the really shitty beta trolls. vriska gamzee and eridan are CONSTANTLY shat on by the fandom but they’re complex and great “villain” characters? They’re not all good and not all bad, there’s a LOT of grey area and reasons WHY they pull the shit they pull and that’s really really interesting to me. They’re INTERESTING as characters, and that’s why I love them. They’re not unproblematic cinnamonrolls, they’re not truly evil characters out to fuck everything up for the hell of it, they’re just screwed up kids and I’m tired of the fandom either defending every action or else vilifying them.

after having her morning coffee, the blonde was sitting on the pier, humming a song which she only listened for a few times before just because of boredom. although, she really, really wanted to change the lyrics as neverland is home for fucking wrecks like me, fucking wrecks like me will never be free.    well, that was too desperate, ada thought. even for me. the view was very enjoyable and all, but she felt the need to turn her head as she felt somebody else’s presence on the pier. 

One of my favorite Kai headcanons

One of my favorite Kai headcanons that I like to imagine is that he doesn’t get sick too much since his body’s hot, so he tends to kill anything that tries to get him sick before he feels anything.

However, it’s when he gets sick, that’s when its horrible.

His body temperature raises higher than usual to try and burn it out, but that often requires it to be so high that he’s so out of it, has to be in bed, is sweating, getting dehydrated, and tends to have the hallucinations you get when the tempt is too high. He isn’t really right in the head during the times whan he’s sick; he does a lot of mumbling and can’t really form sentences well.

Sometimes his body will even flare up in bursts of flames since his body may be really hot, but he just FEELS so cold so he tends to flare up since he mentally believes that he’s actually cold so he tries to warm up. The whole flaring thing doesn’t happen too often, a lot of times when he’s unconscious. They have to get fireproof blankets and clothes for him during that time.

Kai doesn’t get sick often, but when he does, it’s pretty bad but doesn’t last for too long. (He doesn’t really remember what goes on when he’s sick, but the others do since it’s pretty freaky to see how messed up he gets.)

KiriDeku - crushing

Izuku would only know about his feelings for Kirishima because he is a suckered for Romcoms (so is kirishima)

Kirishima sort of had an epiphany one day when he made some comment that made Izuku laugh so hard he couldn’t keep his eyes open. Kirishima then realized he liked it when Izuku laughed, and the more he thought about he discovered he liked everything about Izuku from his mumbling to his scars to his freckles to his eyes…well you get the point Kirishima is a love sick mess when it comes to Izuku

Izuku is fine when conversing with Kirishima until Kirishima slips in a flirty remark or awful pickup lines and then he’s gone. Literally he runs because he can’t handle being flirted with by his crush it’s too much for him.

Bakugou has to reassure Kirishima that Deku doesn’t hate him (Izuku running from every flirting attempt kinda hurts) or is off put by his flirting, it’s just how Deku is, he is a shy boy. Obviously Bakugou explains this in more colorful language though

Izuku once, without thinking about it, used a smooth as hell pick up line on Kirishima. Kirishima just starred at him, blushing darkly. Good going Izuku you broke the poor shark. It takes Kaminari shampooing Kirishima for him to actually be able to function again.

They start to hang out a lot more, just the two of them, but both are confused on if it’s a date or not. Like they want it to be a date, but does the other consider it a date?

Someone please help these boys, they are a mess. It honestly probably takes an intervention from the class to help get them together.