the one with chicken pox

Before I start this little spiel, I need you all to know: I’m not hating on people who don’t vaccinate their kids, and while I know for a fact BASED ON facts that vaccines don’t cause autism or other “defects”, I’m all for continuing research to make them even better and safer.

But you know what really, really scares me about the anti-vax movement? As a future Public Health Professional, the thing that scares me most about this is the fact that our cultural mindset has become so CHILL about vaccine-preventable/”childhood” diseases that there is even room for such a movement. Let me explain.

Do y’all know what an R0 is? The R-naught, as it is called, is the basic reproduction rate of a disease. It tells you how many new infections can come from one existing infection. For example, an R-naught of 3 (R3) means that, on average, one sick person will infect three other people. Every disease has an R-naught, some greater and some lesser.

Do you remember when everyone was freaking out about Ebola? Everyone was terrified of catching it, because it’s SOOOOO contagious and deadly, right? Ebola has an R-naught of 2. That’s it. R2. One person with Ebola, on average, will get 2 more people sick. And we were freaking out about that.

Well guess what? Measles is the most contagious disease known to mankind, and it has an R-naught of 18. 18. One person with measles will give it to 18 new people, and those people will give it to 18 new people EACH, and so on. That’s what happened with the Disneyland outbreak; it’s so ridiculously contagious that just ONE sick child was enough to start an epidemic.

And yet very few people are as scared of measles as they are of Ebola. Why is that? One reason could be the nature of the disease, sure; Ebola is terrifying in its progression and symptoms. But I would suggest that a major reason is that measles has been so well-contained by vaccination that people no longer fear it. It’s not a part of every-day life anymore; this disease is no big deal because nobody gets it, because so many people are vaccinated against it. Let’s put this another way.

What are the diseases that scare everyone the most: Ebola, HIV/AIDS, and SARS are pretty high on the list of terror diseases. But let’s look at the R0s, shall we: Ebola-R2. HIV/AIDS-R5. SARS-R5. 

Now let’s look at diseases that people are voluntarily rejecting vaccinations against: Measles, Pertussis, and Diphtheria are the major ones. Their R0s? Measles-R18. Pertussis-R17. Diptheria-R7.

Everyone focuses on the former set of diseases– rightly so, I suppose– because they’re more dangerous at the present time. What makes them more dangerous? Not their R0; it’s the fact that there is no viable treatment, and NO VACCINE. Seriously, that’s why the medical community is worried about them. There’s no way to treat or PREVENT their spread biologically. Well guess what? There’s no viable treatment for Measles or Pertussis, and only limited treatment options for Diphtheria. That’s why the medical community doesn’t focus on them as much, because we can prevent them at the biological level, safely and effectively.

But now that the Anti-Vax movement has taken hold so firmly, the medical community is now being forced to once more worry about diseases it had almost eradicated. And not only that, it’s endangering herd immunity for the people who can’t receive their own vaccines due to compromised immune systems. I’m allergic to eggs, so I can’t receive the flu shot, but I’m also asthmatic so I can’t get the inhaled vaccine. I rely entirely on the people I associate with to keep me safe from the flu by getting their yearly shot. This made public school a living nightmare, because almost NOBODY got their shot. They caught it, and while it didn’t affect them TOO terribly because they were generally healthy, when I caught it, it was very dangerous because of my asthma. And then there’s that time when I caught the flu, and then right after because of my weakened immune system, I caught Whooping Cough from someone who hadn’t been vaccinated. I HAD been vaccinated, but my body was so fatigued from the flu that it couldn’t keep up with immune demands. And so I caught it.

Have you ever had Pertussis (whooping cough)? It’s hard enough on someone with full lung capacity; it can break ribs, it makes you cough so hard. You cough until there is literally no air in your lungs, and you have to inhale so forcefully it makes the “whooping” sound that gives it the name. It’s painful beyond belief, and it can last for weeks. Some people will survive it. But add that to asthma, or to a young child, or to an elderly person, and you are looking at either permanent damage or death, no exceptions. When I had it, I was about 6 years old, and asthmatic; I spent 81 hours awake because the coughing was so violent I physically couldn’t sleep. I tore abdominal muscles. I vomited during coughing fits and aspirated the vomit. I was actively dying. The doctors could barely suppress the cough enough for me to breathe at all. My inhaler wasn’t helping, none of the cough syrups or breathing treatments were helping; I was getting pneumonia on top of the virus. It was Hell. I was LUCKY that I didn’t die.

Who would wish that on their child? Nobody, I hope. And if you KNEW you could keep your child from ever experiencing that, wouldn’t you do whatever it took to ensure their safety?

Or would you look at the safeguard and say, “Nah. I’ll take my chances with my child’s life.”?

That is what the anti-vax movement is doing. Perhaps not purposefully, but that’s the end result. These aren’t just names on syringes designed to make a child cry; the diseases are real, and real threats to health and life, and the vaccines are how you prevent them. Yet we are so far removed from the impact and effects of these diseases BECAUSE of the peace brought to us BY vaccines that people now feel no qualm about refusing vaccines.

That’s what scares me about the anti-vax movement; people have become so complacent that they no longer worry about these very real, very deadly diseases. They’d rather risk their child’s life than get a shot? The side effects of vaccines are unproven (nonexistent), but the efficacy of vaccines are very much proven.

When the pertussis vaccine first came out, people jumped on it right away. They were so grateful to have it, and for a while everything was smooth sailing, and whooping cough was on the decline. Then, in the 70s, some groups started claiming the pertussis vaccine was causing brain injury in young children. Less than 50 in 15 million cases were reported, but it was enough to scare people away from the vaccine. And children began dying again. It was later discovered that it was NOT the vaccine, but the result of infantile epilepsy, that caused the brain damage. People began once more vaccinating their children, but not before hundreds if not thousands had died.

And that’s what’s happening now. A falsified claim scared just enough people that time-tested, lab-tested, fully-proven, totally safe vaccines are being rejected, and we’re already starting to pay with lives. And I’m scared it’s going to get worse. People don’t really grasp the full import of these diseases and the necessity of the vaccines until they have experienced the disease. I’m scared that it’s going to come down to new epidemics before people will realize the mistake of not vaccinating.

Right now we’re still in the semi-safe zone. Enough of the population is immunized that we could probably keep most pandemics of these diseases at bay. But if this movement keeps gaining momentum, there might come a day when measles and pertussis could once again destroy thousands of people yearly. Imagine if some terrorist group weaponized Ebola and used it against this country; so many people would die, because we have no vaccine for it, no way to prevent it. That is what could happen with diseases like mumps, rubella, measles, pertussis, Diphtheria, and polio. Except it wouldn’t be terrorists using a disease as a weapon; it would be some kid in your child’s class, or your neighbor across the street, or the guy who delivers the mail to your office. That’s how life used to be, and if someone from the pre-vaccine era could see us now, they’d weep for joy at the idea that we can prevent these horrific diseases; and then they’d weep in sorrow at the idea that people are voluntarily turning down that safeguard.

It’s true, vaccines aren’t always 100% effective; I was immunized, but still got Whooping Cough (lowered immune function, if you recall). But you know who didn’t get it? My baby sister. My big sister. My cousins. My mother and father. My classmates, the other kids at my doctor’s office. The nurses at the hospital. The pharmacy workers. Their children. The kids my mom taught at school. All those people were safe because of vaccines. And you know what else? When I was in India, I was exposed to polio. Didn’t get it. Know why? I was vaccinated. I was exposed to chicken pox in 5th grade. One unvaccinated kid got it, and the other 4 kids in our class who weren’t vaccinated got it. But you know who didn’t? The rest of us who WERE vaccinated.


Vaccination may not be perfect, and the only way we will improve them is by continuing research. But the fact remains that as they are now, vaccines cause no lasting side effects (injection site pain goes away), and are extremely effective at preventing dangerous, painful, debilitating, often deadly diseases. Let’s keep researching, yes, but in the mean time, PLEASE vaccinate. It’s not worth your life, or your child’s, or anyone else’s. Vaccines save lives, not destroy them.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any just happy fluffy (I don't mind if smutty or nah) established relationship sterek just nice and derek is happy yay pls

AND

Anonymous said:Hey so I just had a really crappy prom experience so I could use some fics, can you give me some established fics with sterek? An update maybe? Thank you you guys really helped me get through this.

I’m sorry about your prom. But hopefully this fluffy list will help. And here’s the tag for more. 

Originally posted by girlmeetssterek

Ephemeral by thegirlgrey

(1/1 I 2,100 I Teen)

Stiles has a weird reaction to his anesthesia. He wakes up with temporary amnesia. The resulting video gets 1 million hits on YouTube in 6 hours. (Beyoncé can suck it.)

Ashes, Ashes by ShanaStoryteller

(1/1 I 2,699 I Teen)

The Sheriff gets a call at work - someone’s tried to burn down his home with his son inside.

“I thought of you coming here, and finding me dead, of another burnt out husk of a body, something else fire has stolen from you, of you having nothing left to grasp but ashes,” John can’t even call that a whimper, it’s clearly a whine as Derek’s hands tighten against Stile’s hips, as if his boy will shudder to dust at the mere mention of the possibility unless Derek’s hands can hold him into one piece, “and that thought was worse than dying.”

boys will be boys by HalfFizzbin

(1/1 I 1,309 I General)

Schedule a parent-teacher conference with the Hales at your own risk.

Let me take care of you by LillianDeLooney

(1/1 I 3,434 I Mature)

Stiles is six months pregnant with Derek’s babies when his mate gets home as a teenager, somehow having gotten de-aged again. Their mate bond is still strong, however, and all Derek wants to do is take care of Stiles…

When the Sky Fills With Rain by BarlowGirl

(1/1 I 5,205 I Explicit)

Derek raised an eyebrow. “You know I can shop for myself, right?”

“I know you can,” Stiles said. “But I don’t think you will. So we’re gonna go to Walmart and get you a couple packs of tank tops ’cause you look really hot in those and some more t-shirts and Henleys and basically whatever you need, and I’m going to stare at you and maybe drool a little while you try them on. And then we can go to wherever you usually buy jeans and I’m going to stare at your ass while you try those on.”

“Good to know,” Derek said dryly.

Stiles grinned. “Yup. And then you can wash them in my washing machine and leave them on my couch until they stop smelling like strangers and smell like us.”

Derek absolutely did not turn red.

Or: 5 Times Stiles Took Care of Derek and One Time Derek Took Care of Stiles.

When Nothing Else Works by hannah_baker

(1/1 I 5,915 I Teen)

Sheriff Stilinski is slowly and begrudgingly accepting the fact that werewolves exist, regular bad things still do happen sometimes, and his son may or may not be dating Derek Hale behind his back.

Or, the one where having Derek Hale in his bed is the only way Stiles can get to sleep. Much to his father’s annoyance.

Puppy Separation Anxiety by KaliopeShipsIt

(2/2 I 9,188 I General)

Derek and Stiles’ three year old daughter is completely fine with Derek dropping her off at Pre-K, but has a separation anxiety induced meltdown every time Stiles does.

Naturally, Derek jumps to conclusions that couldn’t be farther from the truth if he’d tried.

The One with the Kiss Cam by nerdfightingwhovian

(1/1 I 9,224 I Teen)

While at a hockey game, which was totally Stiles’s idea, the cameramen behind the Kiss Cam think Erica and Stiles are together. Derek, right next to Stiles, has to intervene on the behalf of his mate.

Also, there might or might not be a homophobic couple who start screaming at our werewolfy hero. He also might or might not give them the cold Hale stare.

Excerpt:
“We were all wondering if we could go see a hockey game. Erica and I really love to watch hockey, and Boyd finds it fascinating, mainly because it makes Erica blood thirsty, and their sex life is really weird. And Danny likes it and so does Kira, and she’s single and ready to mingle after her last boyfriend turned out to be less than ideal. Isaac is pretty much interested in anything that will guarantee him getting laid. And Scott and Allison just want to use the cold rink as an excuse to cuddle. And Lydia will jump at any chance to do more match and basically show off her brain to everyone within hearing distance.”
“What about Jackson.”
“Fuck Jackson.” And yeah, Derek should have expected that.

you break the mountain down by runphoebe

(1/1 I 10,655 I Explicit)

Stiles is pretty sure that it’s not normal to have a sexual awakening six years into a relationship. He’s pretty sure that’s supposed to happen at the beginning and not, you know, after you already have a mortgage together.

Stiles and Derek have been together for six years when Stiles graduates from college and moves back to Beacon Hills.

This Is Your Life, Derek Hale! by PolarisTheYoungWolf

(7/7 I 23,699 I Explicit)

I need more de-aged Derek and pregnant mate Stiles! Can you imagine de-aged teen Derek being told he has a family of his own? Like the baby(babies) are born and he’s like that for like…a weekend or maybe even a week or longer. And it’s just overwhelming and awesome and funny and teendaddy Derek trying to also be a doting husband/mate and maybe they have to go out…because the babies have chickenpox and they need the pink lotion to help with the itching(Do werewolves get chicken pox? Maybe one of the babies is human and got it in case Were’s can’t?) and Derek is torn from staying with his pups and getting something that will help their recovery? I dunno…just…de-aged daddy Derek that’s mates with Stiles is TOO cute an image!!!!

Take My Hand, Take My Whole Life Too by MereLoup

(4/4 I 82,981 I Explicit)

Derek spent too much time, walking amongst the ashes of his life and refusing to move on into the future; refusing to move past the anguish. But somewhere along the way he found purpose, rebuilt this house, found his mate, and he realized that this didn’t have to be the end, that he could continue the legacy of the Hale pack and carry on the traditions and rebuild his life. And now, in this house, with his pack, he was beginning the next generation of the Hale Pack with the most incredible mate he could have ever dreamed of.

I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I’m gonna cut it out and then restart

I meant to finish this Ymir tribute like a week ago but my heart would not let me…  😢

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27.06.16 // looking everywhere else but at you

Morty Dealing With Rick’s Absence

What if Morty doesn’t get mad? What if he doesn’t cry? What if… He just goes numb. He goes home with his family, and he just doesn’t feel? He wants to be angry, wants to feel betrayed, wants to feel sadness, wants to feel anything. But he can’t, instead he just feels empty and he just goes on living because he has to.

He goes to school where he tries to care about something, Jessica, math, the weird new alien gym teacher, anything. But its all meaningless and he sometimes wonder if this is how Rick use to feel? When he gets home he picks his mom off the floor and helps her into bed. And he tries to talk to Summer so she doesn’t feel alone. He becomes their rock while he lets himself drown.

He likes to pretend. Likes to ignore the garage and he doesn’t touch pancakes. He avoids talking about Rick and he just keeps his head down and pushes. Because its easier to pretend. Until the day he can’t anymore. It’s Jerry’s fault of course. He brings up the garage and how it needs to be cleaned because the last time he tried to find the lawn mower he stubbed his toe AND contracted some weird alien chicken pox from one of Rick’s still half full vials of alien goop. No one wants to talk about it, but Jerry keeps pushing until Morty agrees to clean up. He knows Rick would never want Jerry touching his stuff.

It’s a cold Saturday, Summer is on a date, his mom is elbows deep in a horses chest cavity, and Jerry is running errands. Morty finds an empty box and works up the courage to go clean. He tells himself its just another room in the house as he pushes open the door. His breath catches. Its like Rick is still there. Time stands still, half finished projects lie about with a few bottles and cans. Rick’s lab coat haphazardly tossed over a chair tools laid down waiting to be picked up. The only thing that shows the passage of time is the layer of dust that’s deposited itself on everything.

Morty pushes back thoughts of Rick and gets to work, his hands are shaking as he makes room and tries to put things away. It feel’s like he’s disrupting a tomb. Just as he shifts a few things a box falls scattering the contents. Morty prays nothing broke, because the last thing he needs today is to release an alien version of the black plague. But the box contains mostly junk. Wires and dirty clothes an old bottle of some strange substance Morty assumes is alcohol.

The last thing is a package. It seems carefully wrapped in paper the same color as rick’s old sweater. On a little tag in the corner Morty can see its addressed to him, from Rick. He stops breathing and peels away the layers of carefully folded paper. A portal gun. Not unlike Rick’s though newer and certainly smaller. There’s no note, it doesn’t surprise Morty. Rick’s never been one for sappy words written on cheap paper.

Morty wonders, what his reaction would have been? Would he have smiled and thanked Rick? Felt proud to know Rick trusted him with something so important? Would Rick have hidden a satisfied smile behind his flask as he made an off hand comment on how he shouldn’t get exited because its for emergency’s only?  Would Rick have given him this package on his birthday? When they were up alone in the ship or wandering some strange planet with a pink sky? There’s no way of knowing.

And thats when Morty realizes. His cheeks are hot, and wet. And he’s crying and shaking looking down into his own lap where sad blue paper sits half wrapped around the single most important thing Morty’s ever received in his life. Its the first time he’s felt anything sense Rick left. The first time he’s let himself cry. And in the quiet of the dust he lets himself finally feel again.

My Brother’s Best Friend! (Brendon Urie/Josh Dun Imagine)

Originally posted by britishwantingcanadian

Requested by anon! 

Sigh, I don’t even know what the hell the time is right now, but according to my clock that is currently sitting on my nightstand it is a quarter passed (Y/N) go to sleep already!!
But unfortunately, that is pretty much mission impossible for me at the moment.
You want to know why? Well, you probably don’t, in fact you probably have something much more better to do than to hear me bitch about this amazingly gorgeous rock star that is sleeping under the same roof as me as we speak, and how I am going completely nuts because I have feelings for him, strong feelings actually, I mean why even try to hide it right?
You know what? I apologize, but I’m gonna go ahead and ramble on anyway, because obviously keeping all of this bottled up inside of me and tossing and turning like a idiot in bed clearly isn’t helping me in this situation.

Alright, where do I even begin? I guess I’ll start off with his name, which would be the obvious thing to do….
His name is Brendon, that’s right, I’m talking about THE Brendon Urie from Panic! At the Disco! One of the most awesome bands in the world which is also personally my number one favourite, I can assure anybody that I know every single song of theirs by heart.
And now that his awesome name is out there in the open, I’m pretty certain absolutely NOBODY can blame me for feeling this way.

Now you might be wondering how someone as sexy, funny, and down to Earth guy as Brendon is in my house…just down the hall from my bedroom may I quickly add…
The answer to that question is quite simple, when you have a rock star BROTHER who so happens to be a world famous drummer for an amazing band called 21 Pilots, it’s pretty much easy to meet very important and amazing people.
And the way I met this very important man, I will truly never forget…
I feel like it was only yesterday when Josh, whom I like to consider more of my twin than my older brother because we are too much alike, came home from his big tour with Tyler, that featured Brendon’s band….

*FLASHBACK*

I had gotten a call the previous night from Tyler saying that they were on their way home, that they did their very last show from their almost year long tour and it was the biggest one yet, and as always he started going into detail with me about how epic it was, I swear I consider Tyler to be the second brother that I always wanted, well he sure as hell acts like it overall but I actually love it, he’s more understanding than Josh that’s for sure, Josh could get so overprotective with me almost all the time and it really gets under my skin.
Although I couldn’t help but feel so much excitment in hearing the awesome news, lord knows I almost never get to see these guys, sure sometimes they would take me to their shows and I would watch them in action from back stage, but that’s only if they’re playing in our hometown, I often wish that I could go on tour with them, just being able to go to different cities all around the world sounds like the biggest dream come true, but unfortunately with Josh I would not have the greatest time anyway.
He would be too busy the entire time watching out for boys talking to me and trying to get me to go out with them, and telling them “Hey, take your peverted ass somewhere else!”

Don’t get me wrong now, I love my blood so much, I would actually take a bullet for that guy, but sometimes I just seriously want to kick him in the balls so hard that he ends up turning into my sister.
Anyways, I don’t want to waste too much time just ranting about him, let me cut to when I actually got the honor to meet Brendon.
The time was approximately four thirty in the morning when I heard the loud knocking on my front door, no joke I jumped out of bed even though I was deeply half asleep and pretty much stumbled everywhere as if I had one too many, including being the clutz that I was born to be and hitting my face on the doorframe like an idiot.
Thankfully that helped me fully wake up though and I made it down the stairs without getting badly injured.
“Oh my God Joshy!! I missed you!!” I squealed as I ran to the door, but when I opened it, the man standing on the other side was certainly not my bro…
“Hi there.” Brendon nicely greeted as soon as his eyes caught sight of me, standing with his luggages beside him.

I cannot even begin to describe how heavenly he looked, the way he was standing perfectly tall, enough to make my neck hurt from looking up so much.
And also the sexy scent of that cologne of his he was giving off, not to mention his forehead, I know a lot of people make fun of it but I actually find it to be cute and it was a hell of a lot cuter in person.
He was dressed pretty casual of course but he still looked stunning in my eyes.
At this point I really couldn’t tell if I was dreaming or not, but I must’ve had a stupid look upon my face because I instantely snapped myself back into reality at the sound of a chuckle comming out of him.

“Um…(Y/N)? Right?” He asked with an adorable smile.
“What? OH! Yeah yeah, that’s me, wow…holy shit…Brendon Urie?!…Uh I’m so sorry if this sounds rude but what the hell are YOU doing here?!” I asked, a huge grin appearing on me.
“Hahaha, I’m guessing your brother didn’t tell you?”
“Tell me what?” I quizzed, but before he could answer Josh came into the picture.
“(Y/N)!! Hey!” He cheered, but I was too concentrated on the angel standing in front of me to even pay attention.
“Well shit…” I heard him mutter and once again, I snapped myself back into reality.
“Hm? Oh crap!! Josh!!”
“Yeah that’s more like it!” He exclaims with slight laugter as I give him a huge hug.
“I missed you bro!”
“Missed you too brat, I see you’ve met Brendon.”
Once again my eyes land on him and this time I try my best not to allow myself be hypnotized by his radiant beauty.

“Yeah….w-we met…hi again Brendon.” I beamed.
“Hi again (Y/N).” He played along.
“Yeah my bud here is gonna be staying with us for a few weeks before he flies out for his next performance.”
“I’m sorry did….did you just use stay here and weeks in the same sentence?” I asked, feeling like I was gonna have a heart attack right then and there.
“Yes, I did, whyyy?” Josh pressed in a radther curious tone.
I rolled my eyes and punched his arm…
“Dude! What do you mean why?! You know how much of a fan I am of this guy!” I squealed, smacking my hands together for a happy clap.
“Are you really?” Brendon chimed in.
“Hell yeah! I especially loved you as a demon for that one music video for Emperor’s New Clothes!! Seriously bravo! That’s like one of my all time favourite Panic songs! How does it go again? Oh yeah! I’m taking back the croowwwwn!!” I began to sing, I was about to stop immediately in fear of looking stupid in front of my favourite singer of all time, but to my shocking, tit twitching surprise, he actually sang along with me….
“I’m all dressed up and naked!! I see what’s mine and take it!!”
“Finders keepers!! Losers weepers!!” I playfully add.
“Oooooohh yeaaaah!!” He sang loudly, causing my mouth to drop, his voice honestly sounds ten times more beautiful up close in person.

I couldn’t even sing along anymore…
Josh had to go ahead and ruin everything though by interrupting him with a pat on the shoulder.
“Hey man, first of all it’s late and I have neighbors, second, you just came from doing a night long performance you should be on vocal rest.”
“Fun sucker.” I glared, earning myself his middle finger.
“Right, sorry bro.” Brendon sweetly apologized, shyly looking down and I could’ve sworn his eyes looked back up to stare at me for a couple of minutes, although it was a little dark to tell.
But seriously from that little moment we had, I could tell that having him under my roof for the next couple of weeks was going to be awesome.
“So (Y/N), I’m gonna help him carry his stuff in, you prepare the guest bedroom. We are gonna catch up on as much sleep as possible.”
“Sure thing.” I assured, running upstairs to clean up a little in the room Brendon was going to be sleeping in.
Only moments later as I was still doing that, I heard footsteps comming down the hallway.
I was done preparing the room anyway so I stepped out, only to be a clutz again and bump into Brendon, causing him to drop his stuff and make a loud noise.
“Shit! Brendon I am so so sorry, ugh why does that always have to happen to me?” I whined.
“It’s okay don’t worry about it, it’s not like you meant to do that…right?”
“Of course!” I promised, helping him bring everything inside.

“(Y/N) did you kill Brendon?!” Josh called out from the living room.
“Ha ha dumbass.” I huffed, rolling my eyes once more.
“You guys are pretty funny.” He complimented.
“Not even, just natrual brother sister crap.”
“Right. You know Josh has shown me a lot of pictures of you during tour.”
“Oh God don’t tell me he showed you the one where I had chicken pox and he played connect the dots with me…” I pleaded, genuine fear evident in my face.
“Um….no…more recent ones like from your instagram.”
“Oh…” Was all I could manage to say, way to go (Y/N)…
“Did he really?”
“Yeah, I can tell you guys have a really close relationship, I think that’s pretty cool, and he also told me that you want to be a singer?”
I felt my cheeks go red in less than a second at the mention of my life’s dream…
“He’s such a big mouth, but yes…I do want to be a singer, him and Tyler have inspired me a lot to just go out there and show the world my talent. I never thought that these guys would be as big as they are now, it still shocks me.”

“Oh yeah they’re truly amazing, but I bet you are too, I would love to hear you sometime.”
“Well…technically you just did, like a minute ago downstairs.” I pointed with my thumb behind me.
“True but you really held back, I want to hear you go all out.”
I couldn’t help but smile a little at his sweetness, especially because he kept smiling himself everytime he got a sentence out to me.
“R-Really?…”
“Of course.”
Just then Josh came inside with the last of his luggage.
“Alright man here are the rest of your things, you know how the saying goes, mi casa su casa, so make yourself comfortable and have a good sleep, (Y/N), quit bothering him and get your butt to sleep too, you’re starting to get crow’s feet as we speak.”
“Shut it asshole!” I glared at him again, back handing his stomach.
“Hehe it’s okay man she’s not bothering me at all, in fact you interrupted our nice conversation.” Brendon playfully stated.
“Hey now I’m just trying to save you from having nightmares.” Josh said, motioning to me, and I gave him an even harder smack for that.
“Ow!”

“Don’t be mean to your sister.” He tells him.
“Yeah don’t be mean to your sister!” I gladly repeated.
“You know that I’m just joking (Y/N), don’t start getting all sensitive on me now, besides, I really did miss you brat.” He says, side hugging me and roughing up my already messy hair.
“I missed you too idiot.” I assured, fully hugging him this time.
“Good, well my ass is gonna go to bed now I’m tired as hell, you guys have a good night.” Joshua yawned, waving goodbye at both of us.
“Goodnight, and thanks again for letting me crash here man, although I could’ve just stayed at a hotel or something.” Brendon pointed out, high fiving my brother.
“Dude no, I wasn’t gonna let you do that, and no need to thank me I’m happy to open my doors for you.”
So am I brother….so am I….
Brendon thanked him once more before he finally left us alone again.

For a minute I began to picture this moment  like those sappy love movie scenes where as soon as the two people who are secretly in love with each other are alone again, they start making out like crazy and even start to take each other’s clothes off.
I know I sound completely insane because him and I had literally just met moments ago but hey now, a girl can still fantasize all she wants.
But I should really get to my room before I jump on him without me even knowing it.
“Okay uh…I should go back to sleep now so, yeah have a good night, and it was really nice meeting you Brendon.” I said, taking steps towards the open door.
“Wait!” He quickly called out, and of course I turned around to face him.
“What’s up?”
“Are you gonna keep your promise?”
“Hm? What promise?” I slightly laugh.
“That you’re going to sing for me.” He smirks, good lord, smirking really suits him well.
“Hold up, I never once said I promise to sing for you.”
“Now you did.” He grinned like the devil himself.

My mouth almost literally dropped to the floor, wow, he’s good I must say…
“Smooth.” I compliment with squinted eyes.
All he did was chuckle in response and finished with a…
“Goodnight (Y/N)…”
I don’t know if it’s just me but it seems to me like he loves to say my name a lot.
“Night Brendon, oh and I’m sorry I so don’t look like my instagram pictures right now.” I tell him, seriously if you could see just how much of a wreck I looked that night, it just makes me want to facepalm myself a thousand times.
“It’s okay, you actually look better.”
I couldn’t find the right words to say to him other than a simple thank you, his words really touched me and made me feel major butterflies form in my tummy, was he really flirting with me? Was all I could think of over and over.
Obviously it was extremely hard for me to believe because of who he is, I mean sure I’m Joshua Dun’s younger sister, but that’s it.
“Are you joking?” I accidently blurted out, but then I was happy to have asked that because of his answer…
“Not at all, you’re prettier in person, trust me.”

“Well…wow thanks that’s really sweet of you…”
“What can I say? I’m a really honest guy.” He shrugged, grabbing one of his suit cases and began unpacking.
I just gave him a shy smile and walked away into the hallway, down to my bedroom.
It was very safe to say that I went to sleep with probably the brightest smile of my life that night, and little did I know that that wasn’t going to be the only time Brendon would make me smile so hard meanwhile he became our handsome temporary roommate.

For the next four or five weeks or so, how can I describe them really? They were the absolute BEST weeks of my life, Brendon was just what this house was missing all along, he would take Josh and I out to the most amazing places we didn’t even know this city had, there was never a dull moment because of his great sense of humor and goofy personality, but what started getting to me the most was the way he was with me whenever Josh wasn’t in the house.
Don’t dare begin to think wrongly of him now, Brendon in no way would try to get all touchy and disrespect me, not at all.
In fact, he would be the sweetest soul in the world, and the more days he spent with us here the closer the two of us became.
I started to feel like I could be so open with him,  and he was seriously the best listener on Earth.
He also knew exactly how to make me smile whenever my brother and I would have a fight and it left me feeling down in the dumps.
Soon, I even began to see Brendon more as a person, not just a famous band singer, and I was loving the fact that I was getting to know him more and more on a deeper, more personal level.

But it also led me to develop some really emotional feelings of love for him.
I know it was very much obvious from the start that I was head over heels for him, but now that I think about it, those feelings were just nothing more than a fangirl crush.
Now that I know him this way, I would really want to be a in a true connecting relationship with Brendon.
And if I’m not mistaking, he kind of feels the same way for me…I mean I really don’t want to get my hopes up high either, but I can easily tell when a guy is truly feeling a girl, and Brendon is surely showing signs of that with me.
It might sound just a wee bit crazy because it’s only been a few weeks, but this close bond that we share makes me certain about how my heart beats loudly like a drum for him, that I can never deny even if I wanted to.
He’s just so amazing and beautiful inside and out.
He’s for sure everything that I ever wanted in a man. Plus I love playing with that great hair of his very much.

Well, besides all the amazing weeks I got to spend with him, absolutely nothing could prepare me for what happened just this morning….

I had gone out to the grocery store since since it was my turn to make dinner tonight, big surprise there since fucking Josh burned the food he was trying to make the night before.
We didn’t even know what it was, hell, my brother himself didn’t even know what it was.
So of course, I volunteered to save our stomachs some food poisoning, I just hope that Brendon likes what I’m going to cook.
Right as I was putting away everything in it’s place in the kitchen I heard his angelic voice call out to me…
“(Y/N)?! Is that you?!”
“Yeah it’s me Beebo what’s up?!” I yelled in return.
“Is Josh down there too?!”
“No! Just me!” I answered.
“Oh! Can you come up here for a moment?!”
My brows furrowed for a bit, and I couldn’t help but feel a little nervous, I swear if I find him naked on his bed with rose petals spread all around…I’m not gonna hold back…just kidding….maybe not.

“Comming!” I notified, placing a few more things away before going upstairs to the guest room.
Unfortunately my fantasy didn’t come true, he was just sitting on his bed with a small keyboard in his hand and a few crumpled up pieces of blank papers all over the floor.
“Hey, come on in, crap, sorry for the mess I’ll promise I’ll clean it up.”
“Don’t even worry, Josh’s room looks like a damn cave with weird undiscovered creatures inside.”
He chuckled and cleared the chair he was resting his foot on, then patted the seat signaling me to sit.
“So what are you busy with here?”
“I wrote a new song, and I wanted to show you, tell me what you think okay? I really need an honest opinion.”
I nodded in agreement and got comfortable, as he began to play his little keyboard which looked super adorable by the way, the melody was already sounding amazing.
But it really hit home when he began to sing the words that were beautifully put together.

I was so lost in his talented voice, and it made me feel so special that I was the very first person to hear this new track, live.
Our eyes were locked the entire time, this had to be the most romanitc moment him and I shared, I didn’t even realize that the song was long over…
“(Y/N)?…(Y/N)!” He laughed, waving his hand in my face to bring me back.
“Huh? My bad…”
“Soooo? What do you think? It wasn’t stupid was it?”
“What? Brendon no that was completely breath taking, in fact I think I have a new favourite panic song. It was amazing believe me.” I smiled.
He also beamed very thankfully…
“I’m very happy you think so. You know you never fullfilled your promise.”
“What are you….oh…right…” I giggled.
“I think now would be the perfect time.”

“Look man….I know I said I wanted to be a singer but my shyness is bigger than my confidence.”
I couldn’t help but let in a small gasp when he grabbed a hold of my hand…
“(Y/N), you might not believe this but I was just like you, I was so scared and I had the biggest fear of performing in front of atleast one person. But in all my time as a singer I’ve learned that you are never going to really enjoy life if you allow fear to hold you down all the time. Now come on, you can do this. What other song of ours do you like besides Emperor’s New Clothes?” He questions.
“Hmm….I always did love to do covers of This is Gospel.” I replied.
“Good, that’s awesome! Go with that. Here I’ll even play it for you here.”
“No!” I blurted out.
“You want to go acapella?” Brendon asks.
“It’s not that it’s just…I don’t know why you holding my hand would make me feel more comfortable singing…” I hesitantly confessed.

But Brendon, as I have mentioned, being the nicest guy ever, he lovingly held my hand securely in his with an assuring smile.
“Better?”
All I could do was nodd and clear my throat…
“Okay…one…two…three..go..”
“This is gospel for the fallen ones, locked away in permanent slumber….” I began to sing, truthfully I did hold back a bit, but then as I sang more of the song I started to get really into it.
Although I was having fun whaling my heart out, my cheeks were burning like crazy as I saw Brendon grinning brightly, but even more when I saw how dangerously close his face was getting to mine.
“Cause these words are knives that often leave scars, the fear of falling apart, and truth be told I never was yours…the fear, the fear of falling apart…” I trailed off, witnessing how our lips were just mere inches away from each other.

“Beebo?…” I softly muttered…
And his response was pressing his lips against mine, I felt such a fire inside of me, I couldn’t believe that he was actually kissing me, his beautiful tastey plump lips felt sensational upon mine.
I don’t even remember how long the kiss lasted, but all I knew at that time, was that I never wanted it to end.
When we finally got the strength to lean away from each other, with our eyes slowly opening, things were quiet, but then I got the courage to speak up…
“Brendon…w-what was that all about?…”
“God I’m so sorry (Y/N)…I just…I’ve been wanting to do that for some time now…but I’m sorry I should’ve asked first.” He says, looking down, once more I grabbed his hand and made him lock eyes with me again.
“No no, don’t be sorry…I’m actually happy that you kissed me.”
“You are?”
“Yeah, Brendon ever since you came here and, I got the pleasure of getting to know you more over time, well, I really like you.” I tell him.
“You have no idea how happy I am to know that, I really like you too…” He chuckled.

“Then kiss me again please.” I softly murmured.
Now I was feeling like I was in a sappy love movie scene.
I saw how his bottom lip was taken in between his teeth with a smirk while he slowly leaned in and kissed me again.
Now that I knew for certain that he was into me like I am into him, I embraced our little make out session…until unfortunately…
“What’s going on here?” We both heard a voice sternly inqure behind us.
We quickly leaned away from each other and sure enough my brother was standing in the doorway, and the expression he had was very unpleasant, I felt like I was in for the embarassment of a lifetime.
“Josh-” I began but he cut me off in less than a micro second.
“Hey man! Just because I invite you to crash here doesn’t mean you’re allowed to hit on my sister!!” He yelled, slightly pushing me to the side.

“I wasn’t hitting on her!! I’m sorry but it’s more than that! I really like (Y/N) and she really likes me.”
“Well guess what Brendon?! I don’t want my little sister dating a rock star! I already know how much of heartbreakers you guys are! So (Y/N)! You stay away from him! And you! You pack your shit and leave tomorrow!” Josh yelled.
“Excuse me?! But what about what I want?! You may be my family Josh but you’re not the boss of me! And you especially don’t get to run my love life!” I spoke up.
“Look I know what I’m doing!” He claimed.
“If that’s making your little sister miserable! Then good job jackass!” I shot.
“Shut up!! You’re not gonna be with him and that’s final!”
“Don’t talk to her like that!! And how dare you accuse me of being a heartbreaker?! I thought we were cooler than that Josh! I thought you knew me better!” Brendon stepped in.
“Dude I’ve known you for half a year!”
“Wow…well It only took a couple of minutes to really know YOU.” He death glared.

“Alright look!” I announced, both of them glancing at me.
“Brendon I really like you, I meant it when I said that, but I don’t wanna be the cause of your friendship being ruined, so you know what? Let’s just pretend that none of this ever happened, that way everybody is happy!!….
except for me…” I halfway whispered at the end and walked away to lock myself in my bedroom before they could even respond to me.
I heard them calling my name but I just wanted to be alone….

*END OF FLASHBACK*

And that is how I am where I am now, I’ve literally stayed locked in here the entire day up until now that it’s way passed midnight.
This is why I said from the start that my brother really gets under my skin with his overprotection.
Obviously the only time I would get out of my room was for the bathroom, both Brendon and Josh would come and knock on my door to try and talk to me, but I knew I was going to explode with anger and tears so I kept on ignoring like if they weren’t in the house.
A heavy sigh released itself from me in frustration to know that I have to go to the bathroom yet again.
Hopefully these two are deep asleep right now and not trying to rip each other’s heads off.
I got up off my bed and walked to open the door, when I stepped into the hallway I saw Brendon with his packed up luggages, exiting the guest room, he was all dressed up and ready to go from what it seemed.
Seeing that made my heart shatter and my eyes water almost instantely….
“Brendon…” I loudly whispered, immediately he looked up and stood almost frozen.
“(Y/N)…what are you doing up at this time?”

“I was getting up to go to the bathroom…are you leaving?…” I fearfully question, my voice trembling at the end.
“Yeah…I am…I have to go.”
“What? No you don’t! I don’t want you to go!” I truthfully said, raising my voice slightly.
“But your brother does…”
“Who cares what the fuck my brother wants! He clearly doesn’t care about what I want!”
He looked as if he ran out of what to say to me, but I see the sadness in his eyes, I know he didn’t want to leave either, he was just forcing himself to.
“Hey listen I am so sorry for ignoring you the whole day but Josh got me really upset and….just please don’t go Brendon! Please! Don’t leave me yet!” I begged, running right towards him and wrapping my arms around his waist.
As soon as he held me back in a tight and loving embrace, I allowed my tears to fully run down my face, quiet but also loud sobs escaping me as well.

“I don’t want to leave you (Y/N), trust me baby if it were up to me I would stay and be with you as your boyfriend. But I can’t….”
“Son of a bitch….” We heard Josh’s voice sigh one more time behind us.
I leaned away and gave him the biggest death stare of his life…
“I hope you’re happy Joshua.”
“(Y/N)-”
“No!! You’re gonna listen to ME this time! Brendon and I are gonna be together whether you like it or not!!”
“(Y/N)-”
“And no matter how much you BITCH about it it’s not gonna stop us!!”
“(Y/N)-”
“And you know what else?!-”
“Shut up brat!! Let me talk!! Geez! You’re worse than mom when you get heated! I feel sorry for your future gremlines that you’re gonna call your children! Now keep it zipped for one moment and hear me out!” He yelled.

Brendon took a hold of my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze to relax me.
I took a really deep breath and persuade him to go on…
“I’m sorry for the way I reacted earlier okay? I’ve been giving it some really deep thought the whole day and…you’re right I shouldn’t get to run your love life. I should be able to just trust you in making the right choices. And I hate to admit it but, Brendon is a really nice guy, I know he wont break your heart because I’ve seen the way he treats you from the time he’s been here with us. I’m sorry for being a jackass sometimes with you but you’re my little sister, just like dad would always say to you, no guy is ever gonna be good enough for you.”

More tears came down my face, but this time they were tears of happiness.
This is also why earlier I said, that I would take a bullet for this guy, I really would.
I ran up to him and gave him a bear hug…
“Thanks bro.”
“Yeah yeah, now get away from me.” Josh joked, playfully shoving my head which I did back.
“Thank you Josh.” Brendon tells him, also approaching him and giving him a handshake.
“No problem dude, and you don’t have to leave so put your stuff back in your room. You can stay here until you really have to go. BUT! If the two of you are really gonna be together, I’m gonna lay down just a few rules!” My brother sternly states, pointing his index finger at us.
We both took a deep breath, and waited for him to hit us with all the strictness he has.

“Okay what are they?…” I lightly pressed.
“First of all, no making out in front of me! No PDA whats so EVER in front of me. Or I will kill both of you in your sleep!”
“Sounds fair.” Brendon slightly laughed, and eventually I agreed as well, although it’s gonna be hard.
“Alright, second! If you guys are gonna do the dirty-”
“Joshua!” I scolded, I don’t ever want my brother even thinking about that with us! Doesn’t mean it’s not gonna happen though just saying.
“Wait I want to hear this.” My new boyfriend smirked.
“Watch it Urie.” Josh warned, making his sexy smirk dissapear.
“As I was saying, if you guys are gonna do the dirty it has to be OUTSIDE of this house! And I’m gonna be able to tell if you did because I’m the one who does laundry here! Understand?”
“Yeah yeah.” I roll my eyes.
“And lastly, you sleep in your own bedrooms every night.”
“But-”
“Period!!”

We both huffed and slowly nodded in hesitation to agree with his stupid little rules.
“Got it.” We said in unison.
“Okay, now can we please get some sleep while the moon is still up? Goodnight.”
“Goodnight Joshy.” I replied.
As soon as he was out of sight I pulled my man’s shirt down and kissed him.
He deepened the kiss a little and then peppered my face in pecks that made me giggle.
“So I guess we’re official now huh?” He beamed.
“I guess we are, see you in the morning boyfriend.” I grinned.
Brendon pecked my lips once more and them my cheek.
“Goodnight, my beautiful girlfriend.”
We went ahead back inside our rooms, atleast now I’m returning to bed with a huge smile on my face that makes my cheeks surely be sore when I wake up.
I grab my pillow and hug it tight as my eyes slowly drifted off to sleep, but then I wake up in a realization that…

I still need to go to the bathroom….

(Hopefully I did a good job on this and this is what the anon who requested this had in mind ✨)
-YessyLove🌶

A little ficlet for you! 

“You are the one person who would get the chicken pox while in high school,” Archie teased as he spun around in his desk chair.

He had woken up that morning to the sound of Jughead shifting around uncomfortably on the air mattress. When he questioned his friend, Jughead’s quick response of “chicken pox” had Archie bolting out of the room to get his father.

The following hour was spent with Fred assessing how bad off Jughead was and instructing Archie on what to do for Jughead before he left for work, leaving Archie as Jughead’s sole caretaker.

“Shut up,” Jughead rasped out in between light coughs from his place buried under three blankets on the air mattress.

“Like, who did you even get it from?” Archie continued, propping his feet up on the bed and leaning back against the chair. He locked his fingers behind his head. “I didn’t hear of anyone else in any of our classes having it, and you hate kids.”

“Shut up,” Jughead repeated, pulling the blankets tighter around his shivering frame as he desperately tried to not think of the many red, itchy spots littering his body.

“Do you think any of the blisters will scar?” Archie questioned, one eyebrow arched, as he dropped his feet to the floor and leaned close to the air mattress. “It would suck if the one on your nose did.”

Jughead shoved the blankets aside and sat up, narrowing his eyes dangerously. “Archie, please shut up.”

Archie took in Jughead’s flushed cheeks and shivering frame with a growing frown. His eyes zeroed in on the dark circles underneath Jughead’s eyes. “Shit,” he breathed out, and when Jughead tilted his head slightly in question, Archie sat back in the chair with a sigh.

“You really feel like hell, don’t you?”

Jughead rolled his eyes at the concern coloring Archie’s tone. “That’s usually how one feels when having the chicken pox.”

“What can I do?” Archie asked, voice genuine.

A light, biting laugh slipped past Jughead’s lips. “I don’t suppose you have a way to just magically make this,” he paused, gesturing toward the marks covering his skin, “go away.”

Archie shook his, face apologetic. “Sorry. I’m a little rusty on my healing abilities.” To his surprise, Jughead breathed out a genuine laugh in response.

“I just want to sleep, but I can’t sleep because I itch everywhere.” Jughead said after a few moments as he flopped back against his pillow and tugged the blankets up to his chin. “And it doesn’t help that I’m freezing.”

Archie took a spot on the edge of the air mattress and placed a cautious hand atop Jughead’s leg. “Did you know that my dad used to have a mullet?”

Jughead’s eyes widened as his lips curled up into a smile. “No shit. Really?”

“Yep. He thought it made him look sexy.” Archie smiled at the hearty laugh that came in response, and he pressed forward with random fact after random fact for fifteen minutes until Jughead’s eyelids began to droop closed.

“I just can’t even begin to express how awkward it was when Betty accidentally walked in on my dad in the shower,” Archie said softly as the childhood memories flashed across his mind. 

He breathed out a low sigh at the sight of the steady rise and fall of Jughead’s chest before he shifted his eyes to Jughead’s calm, relaxed face and smiled softly.

He wasn’t good at this whole taking care of people business, but if talking Jughead to sleep helped the latter, then he would do it a thousand times over. 

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Callie and Arizona moments that never fail to make me squeal [3/?]

Callie + that strut towards Arizona.

My parents skipped my vaccinations minus the ones they give at birth, so I had to suffer through severe chicken pox, then pneumonia that lasted 3 weeks and could’ve killed me, resulting in lifelong respiratory susceptibility from both the disease and years of second hand smoke. Both of which could have been completely avoided if my parents had vaccinated me. Last year I went and got all my missed and necessary immunizations, and avoided the flu when my entire family got it except me, yknow the one who got the flu shot. In short, VACCINATE YOUR KIDS.

anonymous asked:

"They simply think that the amount of vaccines given to babies can be dangerous." Do you realize how long I have waited for people to realize this? Like there are risks with vaccines (there are risks with everything?) and the only ones I allow my son to get are the ones that will kill him. Not crap like the "flu" or "chicken pox"

Just like all movements there are crazy anti-vaxxers who muddy the waters. Very sad.

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Callie and Arizona moments that never fail to make me squeal [8/?]

I’d like to meet this new gentleman suitor.

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Just Another Day - wordsphoenix - Red vs. Blue [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Red vs. Blue
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Lavernius Tucker/Agent Washington, Dexter Grif/Dick Simmons
Characters: Lavernius Tucker, Agent Washington (Red vs. Blue), Dexter Grif, Dick Simmons, Sarge (Red vs. Blue), Franklin Delano Donut, Michael J. Caboose
Additional Tags: Takes place during the 10 months before season 15, so minor s15 spoilers, Church mention, b/c this is, Hurt/Comfort, day in the life during rvb retirement, married Grimmons, because of course they’re married, fic is Wash and Grif POV divided into times of day, spans one day, Wash gets alien chicken pox, and obviously is the comfort part of the hurt/comfort, which means Tucker is the one being comforted, also minor drama with the chicken pox but it’s fine it’s always fine they’re the reds and blues, Sarge is in one scene so s/o to him, Carolina and Grey are also mentioned


Summary:

Things are going well in retirement (or at least they are for a few days at a time between Caboose befriending dinosaurs and Donut burning down waterparks, but Wash isn’t captain of anything anymore, and neither is Grif).


Please read my new fic if you’re interested!

Chicken Pox - (Newt Scamander x Reader)

(A/N: Here you go anon, enjoy! ^-^)

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“Y/n?” Newt examined his face in the mirror as he called for you. “Can you come here for a moment please?”

“Sure, I’ll be right there!” Putting the last breakfast dish away, you hurried towards his room. A frown creased your forehead. He had been complaining about not feeling well for the past day or two, but you had thought it had just been exhaustion and maybe a light fever.

Entering the room, you saw Newt prodding a large red dot on his forehead. “What’s this? It’s not anything one of my creatures would have left.”

Coming closer and examining it, you sighed deeply. It was either chicken pox, or some sort of strange allergic reaction to one of his creatures… And you were willing to bet that it was the start of the pox. “Chicken pox, dear.”

“The what?” He scratched at one with his fingernail, and you hastily grabbed his wrist and pulled it away from his face.

“Don’t scratch! It’ll spread. And trust me, you won’t like that.” You groaned, remembering your own case of the chicken pox when you were younger.

“Oh…” He turned and plunked himself down onto his bed. “Ugh.” It was his turn to groan now as he stared up at the ceiling. His face had a red tinge to it, and his hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat.

“I’m going to take your temperature, I’ll be right back. And no touching!” You added firmly, making your way to the bathroom to get a thermometer and a glass of water.

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It was the third day now, and you were ready to just jump off a bridge and be done with it. You’d taken the week off of everything that you needed to, and were devoting your time to taking care of Newt. You were currently dabbing some calamine lotion onto his itchy spots (which were pretty much everywhere, he had obviously been scratching at them in his sleep or when you weren’t looking).

“Still itches.” He said through clenched teeth.

“I know love, I’m really sorry.” You cast a sympathetic gaze at him, but it quickly turned to frustration when you had to slap at his hand that was wandering dangerously close to the rash. “No scratching! What am I going to do with you?!”

Newt shrugged, subtly trying to itch his back on the bed sheets. He had large dark circles under his eyes from not being able to sleep because of the itching, and his hair was a mess. Earlier in the day you had plopped him in a warm bath with some Epsom salt, and that had eased the itch for a while, but he couldn’t just stay in the tub forever. You had even tried to distract him by having him work on his book, but he couldn’t concentrate because of the intense itching.

Emerging from your memories, you noticed him scratching a patch of the pox that was spreading down his arm. “Stop it! You’re going to make it worse.” You had an exasperated tone in your voice.

“Don’t care.” Newt said miserably, continuing to scratch.

“Fine then, we’ll see about that.” You muttered, stomping out towards the kitchen. You came back a minute later with some scotch tape and a pair of red oven mitts in hand. “There. Hold out your hands please.” You had a slightly smug smile on your face as Newt held out his hands in defeat.

Sliding the mitts on, you attached them firmly to his wrists with the tape. “Done.” You had a triumphant smile on your lips now, looking down at your handiwork.

“Oh.” Was all Newt could manage, examining his newest accessory. “What are you laughing about?” He asked in a miffed and slightly confused tone, looking at you sniggering.

“You look like a lobster with those on.” You chuckled, gesturing towards the mitts.

“I see.” Newt moaned and rolled his eyes. “When did you say this would be over again?”

lilieswho  asked:

I just read the patient/nurse prompt and I'd love if you write a continuation where they meet outside the hospital (pretty pretty please)

ask and ye shall receive (part one is here)

Sometimes Lily really bloody hated the media. They made such a huge deal about the smallest outbreak of literally any illness that suddenly the entire ER was flooded with finicky mothers who were convinced their child was dying. This one had a tumor, that one had bird flu, the one in the blue jacket had chicken pox, and they were all demanding to be seen immediately.

It was exhausting and ridiculous. Lily was just glad to finally be off her shift. She had her entire evening planned out. First, she was going to get some hot chocolate from the cafe near the hospital. Next, she was going to go home, put on her sweats, and watch whatever caught her fancy on the telly. Finally, she would take a bubble bath before falling asleep early, and thanking god she didn’t have work the next day.

The odd busyness of the cafe should have be Lily’s first warning.

Usually at seven, the place was near to completely deserted. But apparently there was something abnormal about that Tuesday night. There was a long line leading up to the register, and she just happened to be standing behind four obnoxious men acting like they were still in college.

She huffed indignantly, checking her watch to see if she would even be able to have that bubble bath. Every order would take around three minutes, and there were about three people ahead of her. Unless all four of the boys in front of her wanted something, then it was more like seven people, so… nearly half an hour. Bloody hell.

“Lily?”

Lily’s head snapped up at the sound of her name. She met the eyes of one of the four men in front of her. "James?“

He looked the same as he had nearly a year ago in the hospital. His hair was shorter now, but not by much, and it still stuck up in every which way. His arm wasn’t in a cast anymore, and he wasn’t wearing the hideous hospital gown; so Lily could properly ogle the only patient she’d ever snogged. He was just as fit as she remembered. 

"Fancy seeing you here,” His friends were looking back and forth between them.

“You as well, Potter." Lily grinned. “You’re not about to get into another brawl, are you?”

"Ah, you caught me,” James put his hands up. Lily laughed. One of James’ mates cleared his throat.

“Oh right,” He seemed to remember their presence. “Lily these are the lads. Lads this is Lily, my nurse back after those footballers broke my arm in March.”

“Oh, she’s the nurse?” The shortest one asked.

"Well done, she’s fit.” The one with long black hair grinned.

“Thank you?” Lily raised an eyebrow at James.

“Ignore Sirius,” James said, flushed bright red. “He’s a git.”

“Noted,” She nodded.

“Oi!”

“Did you just get off your shift?” James gestured to her scrubs.

“Finally,” Lily shook her head. “Do you know how bloody infuriating it is to deal with parents who think they can out diagnose you because they were watching some bloody medical drama the night before? ‘No, it’s not just a cough, it’s bronchitis,’ like, listen lady, I’m a professional. You’re a forty-something football mum with a much too high regard of herself.”

“Long day, then?”

“The longest,”

“If you two are going to have eye-sex,“ Interrupted the one with sandy brown hair. "Could you not do it where others might be sick?” The other boys snickered, and James seemed like he was trying to ignore them, looking determinedly at Lily.

“Uh,” James ruffled hair, turning pink. “Do you want to maybe get some coffee?”

“We’re in a coffee shop,” Lily raised an eyebrow, watching as the pink turned to dark red.

“I mean another time.”

“Sure.”

#7

Bold Survey

Personality

  • I’m loud
  • I’m obnoxious
  • I’m sarcastic
  • I’m cocky
  • I cry easily
  • I have a bad temper
  • For the most part, I don’t like people
  • I’m easy to get along with
  • I like to fight
  • I have more enemies than friends
  • I’ve smoked
  • I’ve smoked weed
  • I drink coffee
  • I clean my room daily
  • I cannot open up to others
  • I wish I can tell those close what is wrong with me but I can’t
  • I am extroverted
  • I am introverted
  • I don’t care most of the time
  • I am lazy
  • I am cynical
  • I am idealistic
  • I am realistic
  • I am a dreamer

About You

  • I am straight
  • I am bisexual
  • I am pansexual
  • I am demisexual
  • I am asexual
  • I am another sexuality that isn’t listed
  • I rather not reveal my sexuality on tumblr
  • I am cis
  • I am a transgender
  • I am non-binary
  • I am in the closet
  • I think I might be gay/lesbian
  • I like what I like
  • I love myself
  • I hate myself

My Appearance

  • I’m shorter than 5’5
  • I am taller than 5'10
  • I wear makeup
  • I wear little to no makeup
  • I wear a piece of jewelry at all times
  • I wear contacts
  • I wear glasses
  • I’ve had braces
  • I have braces
  • I change my hair color often
  • I straighten my hair often
  • My ears are pierced
  • I have small feet
  • I have a shoe size larger than eight
  • I have freckles
  • My teeth are straight
  • My teeth are crooked
  • I have scar(s)

Relationships

  • I’m in a relationship now
  • I’m in an open relationship
  • I’m single
  • I’m single but want to date
  • I’m crushin’
  • I’m in friends with benefits
  • I’ve missed an ex before
  • I’ve stalked an ex before over social media
  • An ex has stalked me
  • I’m always scared of being hurt
  • An ex has physically abused me at least once
  • I’ve been cheated on
  • I cheated on someone
  • I’ve been in a long-distance relationship before/are
  • A boyfriend/girlfriend made a promise to me that they didn’t keep
  • I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t
  • I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did
  • I told someone I love them
  • I haven’t told someone I love them but want to 
  • It’s hard for me to say I love you in a relationship
  • I’m afraid to say I love you because I know they will leave eventually
  • I’m afraid to say I love you because I’ve been hurt badly before
  • I hate the words I love you so I say other things to demonstrate my love
  • I’ve been in love more than two times
  • I’ve been in love more than once but won’t admit it
  • I believe in love at first sight
  • I believe in soul mates
  • I believe in an instant click 
  • I believe lust is more important than love
  • My boyfriend/girlfriend is protective of me
  • My boyfriend/girlfriend is weird but I like that
  • My boyfriend/girlfriend may get on my nerves sometimes but I can never truly stay mad at them

Friendships

  • I have no friends
  • I have a best friend
  • I’ve lost a best friend
  • I have at least ten friends
  • My best friends live miles away from me
  • I’ve gotten a phone call in the last 48 hours from a friend
  • I prefer skyping with my friends
  • I prefer calling my friends
  • I prefer texting my friends
  • I’ve beaten up a friend
  • A friend has physically abused me
  • A friend has mentally abused me
  • I’ve been in a toxic friendship before
  • I’ve been in a serious fight with a friend
  • I can trust at least five people with my life
  • My friends are crazy but I love them
  • I am protective of my friends
  • I’ve had friends leave me when they had boyfriends
  • I’m always the butt of my friends jokes
  • I feel like my friends only hang out with me because they feel sorry for me
  • My friends are under 18
  • My friends are over 18

Experiences

  • I’ve left the state/province
  • Someone close to me has died
  • I’ve taken a taxi
  • I’ve taken a city bus
  • I’ve been in a subway
  • I’ve been on a train
  • I’ve been on a plane
  • I’ve ridden in a carriage
  • I’ve taken a school service (like school bus)
  • I’ve gone bungee jumping
  • I’ve had a road trip with friends
  • I’ve made a speech
  • I’ve been in some sort of club
  • I’ve won an award
  • I’ve spent 24 hours on the computer straight
  • I’ve been in a physical fight
  • I’ve stolen something
  • I’ve snuck out before 
  • I saw a shooting star
  • I wished on a shooting star

Music

  • I listen to country 
  • I listen to pop
  • I listen to edm
  • I listen to rock
  • I listen to indie
  • I listen to instrumental
  • I listen to movie scores
  • I listen to rap/hip hop
  • I listen to k-pop
  • I listen to oldies
  • I’m one of those people who play songs repeatedly until I hate it
  • I hate the radio
  • I download music
  • I buy CD’s

Television

  • I spend at least six hours a day watching television
  • I watch soap operas daily
  • I’m in love with Days Of Our Lives
  • I’ve seen and like The OC
  • I’ve seen and like One Tree Hill
  • I’ve seen and like America’s Next Top Model
  • I’ve seen and like Popular
  • I’ve seen and like House
  • I’ve seen and like 24
  • I’ve seen and like CSI
  • I’ve seen and like Everwood
  • I’ve seen and like Doctor Who
  • I’ve seen and like The Vampire Diaries
  • I’ve seen and like Teen Wolf
  • I’ve seen and like Family Guy
  • I’ve seen and like Gilmore Girls
  • I’ve seen and like Big Brother
  • I’ve seen and like MTV Reality Shows
  • I’ve seen and like Pretty Little Liars
  • I’ve seen and like Sherlock
  • I’ve seen and like Supernatural
  • I’ve seen and like How I Met Your Mother
  • I’ve seen and like Sailor Moon
  • I’ve seen and like Grey’s Anatomy
  • I’ve seen and like something that everyone would hate
  • I’ve seen and dislike something that everyone would love

Family Life

  • I get along with both of my parents
  • My biological parents are still together
  • My mother abandoned me
  • My father abandoned me
  • I can’t help but be said that one of my parents left me
  • I have at least one brother
  • I have at least one sister
  • I have at least one step brother/sister
  • I have at least one half brother/sister
  • I have pets
  • I’ve been kicked out of the house
  • I’ve been grounded before
  • I’ve been scolded before
  • My parents have been verbally abusive 
  • I’ve ran away from my home
  • I’ve sworn at my parents
  • I’ve made my parents cry
  • My parents are very chill
  • My parents are strict
  • My parents are disappointed in me
  • My parents want what is best for me
  • I feel like I am disappointing my parents
  • I am hiding something from my parents
  • I am close with my mom
  • I am close with my dad
  • I am close with a step-parent
  • I’ve lied to my parents
  • I’ve lied to my parents about where I am
  • I’ve lied to my parents about what I’m doing
  • I’ve lied to my parents so I’d be allowed out
  • I’ve lied to my parents about being single
  • I’ve lied to my parents about my sexuality
  • I’ve lied to my parents about school
  • I normally ask the other parent if one tells me no
  • I’ve walked out when I’ve been grounded
  • I’ve walked out in the middle of an argument 

Hair

  • I’ve cut my hair in the past year
  • I’ve dyed my hair in the past year
  • I’ve been blonde
  • I’ve had black
  • I’ve been red
  • I’ve been light brown
  • I’ve been medium brown
  • I’ve been brown
  • I’ve had streaks
  • I’ve had purple/pink
  • I’ve been blue/green
  • I’ve gotten my hair thinned
  • I use conditioner
  • I’ve used silk therapy
  • I’ve used hot oil treatments
  • I’ve curled my hair
  • I’ve straightened my hair
  • I’ve braided my hair 
  • I’ve had\want dreadlocks

Currently

  • I am currently content
  • I am happy
  • I am currently sad
  • I am currently irritated
  • I am currently numb
  • I am angry 
  • I am feeling suicidal 
  • I think I’ve made someone angry
  • I think I’ve made someone upset
  • Someone is ignoring me
  • Someone is angry at me
  • I don’t know what I’m going to do with my life
  • I feel like I’m going to be losing someone in the next two months
  • I want to drink
  • I want to smoke
  • I want to drive 
  • I want to cry

School

  • I’ve thrown something at a teacher
  • I’ve yelled at a teacher
  • I’ve been suspended
  • I’ve had an in-school suspension
  • I’ve been sent to the principal’s office
  • I should of had truancy 
  • I should have been expelled
  • I should have been suspended
  • I’ve walked out of class
  • I’ve skipped an entire day of school
  • I’ve skipped a whole month of one certain class
  • I’ve failed a test
  • I’ve cheated on a test
  • I’ve helped someone else cheat on a test
  • I’ve failed Art
  • I’ve failed P.E
  • I’ve failed Math
  • I’ve failed Science
  • I’ve failed another class
  • A teacher has called my parents
  • A teacher has called my parents for a parent-teacher conference
  • I’ve been caught skipping
  • I’ve been on the honor roll
  • I’ve been on effort honor roll

Random

  • I think nerds are cute
  • A stranger has complimented me before
  • I always hold the door open if somebody behind me is going through the same door
  • The last shoes I wore were black
  • I own a pair of white flip flops
  • I have a personal xanga
  • I have a roleplay blog
  • I doodle on my notes during class sometimes
  • Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday
  • Halloween is my favorite holiday
  • Christmas is my favorite holiday 
  • I actually study for tests
  • I actually do big papers before the night it’s due
  • I cannot do a cartwheel
  • I can do a handstand underwater
  • I’m physically affectionate toward certain friends
  • I have not tried tomato soup with grilled cheese
  • I use AIM
  • I use Skype
  • I use Oovoo
  • I have the old version of AIM because I like it better than the new one
  • I’ve never had the chicken pox
  • I hate leaving voicemails
  • I like stuffed crust pizza
  • I have a scanner
  • I was named after somebody or something
  • I have a unique name
  • I hate my name
  • I do not have a tattoo
  • There’s a piece of jewelry that I wear daily
  • I shower at night
  • I shower during the day
  • I shower early morning
  • I prefer the sunrise over the sunset
  • The walls in my room are a color other than white
  • I have a picture of myself kissing somebody
  • My friends like to carry me around
  • I’m constantly misplacing my chapstick
  • I wear gray eyeliner
  • I’m not afraid of snakes
  • I’m not afraid of spiders
  • I’m not afraid of insects
  • I don’t get sick easily
  • I get sick easily
  • I like green tea ice cream
  • My nails are naturally healthy and strong
  • I have a job
  • I hate my job
  • I am looking for a second job
  • I have my own car
  • I still live with my parents
  • When I was little, I loved string cheese
  • I have to pee right now
  • When I’m trying not to cuss, I yell out gibberish
  • I want a pet chinchilla
  • I love it when my car has a full tank of gas
  • We don’t have a desktop computer at my house
  • I don’t own a laptop
  • I want a laptop 
  • My parents are from a country that isn’t the one we currently reside in
  • I dislike the wind
  • I dislike rain
  • I dislike snow
  • I’ve had 5+ piercings throughout my life
  • I’m the shortest adult in my family
  • I am the tallest adult in my family
  • I am the heaviest in my family
  • I am the thinnest in my family
  • I know someone is ignoring me
  • I almost always do my homework
  • My name ends in a vowel
  • I sing and dance obnoxiously when I’m home alone
  • I am obsessed with musicals
  • I am obsessed with horror
  • I am obsessed with action/drama
  • I am obsessed with romance
  • I like the way mango smells
  • I prefer silver over gold
  • I prefer white gold over silver
  • I already have plans for my future wedding
  • I fear I’ll end up being alone
  • My bathing suit is a two piece
  • I’ve taught somebody how to swim before
  • I cannot swim
  • The last highlighter I used was yellow
  • I know the first three ballet positions
  • I am a Taurus
  • I am a Cancer
  • I am a Libra
  • I am a Sagittarius 
  • I find astrology interesting
  • I have masturbated before
  • I have wanted to push someone down the stairs 

harriisco  asked:

do you have a de-aged derek tag?

deaged!derek

Magic of Youth by a_dale (2/2 | 10,334 | G)

Stiles runs into a witch and as usual, things don’t go as planned.

Balance of Power by Luken411 (5/? | 11,691 | NC17)

Stiles wakes up after the defeat of the Darach with abilities she never thought she could have. Digging into her mothers past she will find just how tied she is the Hales and the supernatural world. 

This Is Your Life, Derek Hale! by PolarisTheYoungWolf (7/7 | 23,555 | NC17)

I need more de-aged Derek and pregnant mate Stiles! Can you imagine de-aged teen Derek being told he has a family of his own? Like the baby(babies) are born and he’s like that for like…a weekend or maybe even a week or longer. And it’s just overwhelming and awesome and funny and teendaddy Derek trying to also be a doting husband/mate and maybe they have to go out…because the babies have chickenpox and they need the pink lotion to help with the itching(Do werewolves get chicken pox? Maybe one of the babies is human and got it in case Were’s can’t?) and Derek is torn from staying with his pups and getting something that will help their recovery? I dunno…just…de-aged daddy Derek that’s mates with Stiles is TOO cute an image!!!!

anonymous asked:

In which James has the chicken pox and Lily is the only one able to take care of him

“Stop scratching!” Lily snaps, closing her book and slamming it down onto the bedside table. James jumps and his hands immediately cease tugging at the red spots scattered on his arms. He looks terrible but still guilty. “It’ll make it worse.” James scowls and crosses his arms.

“Scratching makes it better.” He huffs. Lily sighs and moves to perch on the edge of his bed.

“James, I am muggle born. I have had chicken pox. My sister has had chicken pox. Every single one of my friends have had chicken pox. Please do not demean me by saying I don’t know what makes it better and what makes it worse.” She smiles tersely as he pulls a face at her. “You’re insufferable.”

“No, I’m suff-er-ing.” He drags the word out and she resists the urge to cuff him over the head. “And you’re an awful nurse.” Lily arches an eyebrow as she stands up and walks towards the door. 

“I thought you loved me as a nurse.” She smiles coyly. “I’m pretty sure the whole building knows that you love me as a nurse.” James laughs but at the same time one of his hands has started to scratch at his neck. Noticing Lily bites a sigh back and walks over to his bed again, knowing that if she goes to make a cup of tea, by the time she comes back he will have scratched a whole layer of skin off. 

“Sorry,” James starts when he sees her watching him, hand diving beneath the duvet. She waves his apology away and drops down into her seat. The redhead can’t believe she’s been loaded with her chicken pox infected boyfriend. In her opinion it should be his best friend’s duty, but the three boys had wimped out and scarpered off. 

“No way am I going near him.” Sirius says, standing as far away from James as possible with a napkin over his mouth and nose. “He’s infectious. I might die.” Remus rolls his eyes but he doesn’t move from the sofa across the room from James. Peter is standing behind the sofa, as if James might suddenly become feral and attack them. 

“It’s not fatal,” Lily sighs, running a hand through her hair and watching the four boys. James looks as if he might cry. Sirius looks as if he’s going to bolt out of the flat any minute. Remus looks sick. Peter looks petrified. “It’s bloody chicken pox, for fucks sake, not the plague.” This does nothing to calm the boys down.

“I am not looking after him.” Sirius states.

"Neither am I. I don’t want it. Ever.” Peter nods furiously.

“Lils, I think I might pass.” Remus winces. Lily throws up her hands in exasperation and turns back to James. He’s half naked, in only his boxers, and covered in tiny red spots. 

“Fine!” She finally exclaims and James jumps, hands knitted together in front of his chest. “I’ll look after him! But you owe me.” She knows it would be silly to make them look after their friend, when they would inevitably catch it themselves but Lily still glares at the three Marauders. Sirius has already opened the door and darted out before she can start to talk again, grabbing his jacket from the back of the sofa before sprinting off. “Bastard.” Lily mutters. 

“We’d probably, better, um, go too.” Peter simpers. Lily just glares until Remus and Peter have left the flat and then turns around. After that, James follows her orders for about an hour - before finally tiring of being told what to do. Which is when he starts scratching.

“My head hurts.” James whines a second later. 

“That’s because you have a fever.” Lily tries to explain calmly. “It’s just a symptom. It will stay for two to three days and then go.” She continues, picking up her book again. James pouts.

“Read to me then.” Her eyes flash up over the top of her book.

“No.” She returns to reading. It’s interrupted again when James hand bats her book down into her lap. She sticks her tongue in her cheek. “No.” James lets out a sigh far too loud and stares at her until she relents and looks at him. “You’re acting like a two year old.”

"And rightly so. This is an illness for two year old’s.” He points at her. “You said so.” Lily raises both her eyebrows this time and he mimes zipping his lips shut and throwing away the key. Content with that, she returns to reading. Until the sound of scratching causes her to drop her book and grab both of James’ hand. 

“I will tie your hands to the bed.” She says sternly. James winks.

“Kinky." A minute later and James is pouting - for the hundredth time - because Lily has followed through and conjured robes around his wrists. Scratching out of the question, he contents himself with annoying his girlfriend again. "How come you can look after me?”

“I’ve already had chicken pox.” She doesn’t look up from her book.

“Why?”

“Because I went to a chicken pox party.” James frowns. Lily turns a page.

“What’s a chicken pox party?”

“A party for children with chicken pox." 

"That sounds illegal.” James says matter of factly.

“It’s perfectly legal.” Lily continues to not look at him.

“Why do parents throw parties for children with chicken pox?”

“So all the children can catch chicken pox.”

“Are you sure it’s not illegal?” James asks, tugging at the ropes. Without looking, Lily picks up her wand and flicks it, causing the binds to tighten. James gives up.

"Yup.”

“Why do they do it?”

“You already asked that.”

“Yeah, but, oh, you know what I mean.” Lily turns another page.

“You only get chicken pox once.” She starts, ignoring James’ eyes which are intently focused on her face. “So parents like to get it out of the way quickly because the older you are when you get chicken pox,” she pauses and contemplates whether the next bit will scare James. In the end Lily decides it won’t matter if it scares him or not. It would serve him right if it did. “the more harmful it is.” James whimpers slightly and Lily hides her smirk with her book. “Which means if one child catches chicken pox, their mum or dad will throw a party and invite all of the other children. And they’ll basically just spend the day together and get infected. Thus, the child will have had it at a young age when they can’t remember it and not have to catch it again.”

“Sounds like child abuse.”

“It’s actually logical.” James stops pestering her then and the pair fall into silence. Unfortunately it doesn’t last long.

“What do you think would happen if I changed into Prongs?” Lily drops her book and jumps up, leaning over James with her wand pointed at his chin. James tries to lean back - suddenly regretting the light humoured suggestion - but the ropes stop him from moving too far.

“If. You. Dare. Change. I. Will. Kill. You.

"Who needs evil dark lords when you have Lily Evans for a girlfriend, hey?” He jokes. Lily narrows her eyes.

“Potter.” She growls. “You have chicken pox. You are tied to a bed. Do not make jokes. If you turn into that infernal animal, I will not hesitate to hex you with something worse than chicken pox.”

James shuts up pretty quickly ater that.

I cannot go to school today"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
“I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.

My mouth is wet, my throat is dry.
I’m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox.

And there’s one more - that’s seventeen,
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue,
It might be the instamatic flu.

I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I’m sure that my left leg is broke.
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button’s caving in.

My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
My toes are cold, my toes are numb,

I have a sliver in my thumb.

My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,

I think my hair is falling out.

My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,

There’s a hole inside my ear.

I have a hangnail, and my heart is …
What? What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is ………….. Saturday?

G'bye, I’m going out to play!”

—  Shel Silverstein