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Soooo Good!

Several sleepless nights later. Definitely not done practicing and getting better at drawing them but I'm okay with this...

Andrés refused to wear a t-shirt with his name on it... *mutters* asshole.

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I will fight for myself because:

I love my family

I am too stubborn to quit

I want to be a better writer

In honor of those I care about who are struggling with depression, anxiety, ED, gender dysphoria, and other mental/emotional health issues/stressors, I am asking you to reflect on yourself.

Find 3 things that you love about yourself: whether it be a trait, an achievement, a physical attribute, or a talent. It does not matter how small or unimportant it may seem. If you love yourself more because of it: It is important! I want you to reblog with:

"I will fight for/love myself because:

1.

2.

3.

This is not just positivity for positivity alone. You are important to this world because you bring love and joy to it in ways you can't imagine.

Reblog to help your tumblr family to keep going in spite of everything that they are struggling with. Inspire greatness.

I will love myself because:

1. I am able to be my true self around people on this app and that takes courage.

2. I am a decent writer and enjoy writing stories.

3. I like my eyes and their color.

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Sick whumpee is told they should stay in bed, but they stubbornly get up anyway - only for their legs to turn into noodles and their vision start going dark so they automatically cling onto the (trying not to eyeroll) caretaker’s shoulder and lets them push them back into bed.

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@p3merge and I live here...

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CNS anyone?

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list of favorite things as a fanfic author:

When someone is really freaking mad at me for inducing an emotional response from them

when readers give me a background of how/when they read my writing

when readers give me a background of why they shouldn’t have been reading my writing (usually while at work)

when readers quote my work back to me in comments

the frickin’ real heroes here, the ones who comment on every chapter of an ongoing multi-chapter fic

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⚠️Please read!⚠️

If you are a WRITER and you follow me and/or “know of my existence” please reblog this, I am planning something to do in my sudden large free time ☺️ Also, another thing about reblogging this, please don’t reblog this if you don’t like my writing, that might throw me off a bit 😅 thank you!

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Leading by Example:

BTS vs. Namjoon

Namjoon was never a loss for words. He always had a quote that he had read from one of his many books that fit the exact situation or occasion. This caused the others to generally view his command of languages and speech making abilities with a stunned awe. His lectures when a member of the maknae line were being irresponsible or failing to take care of their health were impressive too. Namjoon was still a member of the hyung line, despite being in the exact middle in age, and being the leader made him very protective of the other members.

However protective he might be about everyone else, Namjoon was sometimes careless about his own safety to the point of self-injury. Often thinking about other things, he would get distracted and wound up with cuts and bruises that he couldn’t account for. They didn’t bother him, but he knew it was exasperating for the others to have such a klutz for a leader. He usually kept illnesses and injuries to himself to avoid the sighs and frustrated glares of the members, and even just because it saved time.

So when Namjoon woke up the day after a 4 hour recording session with his throat feeling like he had swallowed liquid fire, he kept it to himself. His head wasn’t stuffy, but he could feel hot post-nasal drip trickling down his throat made him want to cough. When he did, his throat flared up with a scorching ache that made him wince. He pulled himself out of bed, fighting the urge to roll over and sleep until he could breathe without feeling like he was eating glass like Taehyung ate Honey chips. He sniffled back the flood that gravity sent rushing down his nasal passages. When a soft groan came out as a feeble squeak, he wasn’t even surprised.

He got dressed in a t-shirt, sweats, and his comfiest hoodie. He shuffled to the bathroom, his hand rubbing his aching throat absently. Taehyung came out of the bathroom a moment later, drying his fluffy hair with a towel. He brightened when he saw Namjoon, “Rapmonie-hyung! Good Morning! Can you talk to Seokjinnie-hyung and see if he will make pancakes for us this morning?”

Namjoon simply waved and nodded, edging past Taehyung into the bathroom. He closed the door quickly to avoid more of the younger man’s enthusiasm and conversation. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. He didn’t look sick exactly, he decided. Just tired… and a little paler than usual.

After managing a shower, Namjoon felt a bit more human, although his throat still ached miserably. Coming out of the bathroom, he nearly ran head first into Yoongi. He blinked in surprise, unsure of what to say with his voice as useless as it was at the moment. Suddenly, Seokjin came up behind Namjoon and said, “What’s the matter Jooniyah? Yoongi got your tongue? 

Namjoon jumped, startled out of his distraction. He inhaled sharply, his breath catching in his throat. He started to cough, burying his face into steepled hands. Seokjin’s smile disappeared and his arm snaked out and supported Namjoon around his waist. Yoongi’s hand found his forehead and Namjoon heard him sigh, “Again?” 

The youngest rapper was in no condition to deny it as he was coughing too hard to respond. The coughs were loud and rough; they tore their way out of his lungs leaving him breathless and gasping. Seokjin rubbed his back as Yoongi disappeared into the bathroom.

Slowly, Namjoon caught his breath and cleared his throat tiredly. When he looked up, he saw he had an audience. Taehyung’s mouth hung open in shock. Jimin looked close to tears in Jungkook’s arms. Jungkook was biting his bottom lip worriedly. Hoseok was leaning against the doorway of the room he shared with Jimin and frowned deeply, “Joonah! You have to start taking better care of yourself!” Yoongi emerged from the bathroom carrying cough medicine, a thermometer, and a bowl of water with a washcloth in it.

Yoongi motioned for Seokjin to take Namjoon back down the hall to the leader’s bedroom, as Namjoon sputtered feeble protests; his normally deep voice reduced to a breathless squeak. Seokjin ignored him and dragged him back anyway. Yoongi and Hoseok followed their hyung and his captive. Once inside Hoseok pulled down the comforter and helped Seokjin get Namjoon into bed,tucking him in like a child. Namjoon was certainly pouting like one at the moment, so it was fitting.

Three worried faces peeked through the doorway. Namjoon blushed with humiliation. Yoongi prepped the medicine for their unhappy patient, as Seeokjin wrung out the wet compress. Hoseok slipped the thermometer under Namjoon’s tongue. Namjoon fought the childish reaction of wanting to bite Hoseok’s finger, in retaliation. Instead, the leader of BTS scowled around the device and rolled his eyes at his hyungs’ smothering care.

Seokjin saw the look and scolded him, “Namjoonah, you are the leader. Behave!” 

Hoseok nodded his agreement, “The maknaes follow your lead… What would you be saying if it was Jungkook sneaking around, trying to hide how sick he was?”

Namjoon looked down, he had given the Maknae several on that very subject over the years. Yoongi put a gentle hand on Namjoon’s shoulder, looking him in the eyes.

“Sometimes it’s best to lead by example, hmm?”

Namjoon nodded and relaxed against the pillows, becoming obedient and compliant at once. He let Seokjin place the washcloth on his forehead and listened to Hoseok’s scoldings as the thermometer showed a 38.7° C (101.7°F) degree fever. Namjoon managed a soft, hoarse whisper, “Sorry, Hyungs.”

They each smiled at him affectionately and Namjoon managed a slightly chagrined one in reply. He might be the leader, but it was still important to obey his hyungs and being loved and babied wasn’t all bad… The baby of the hyung line tapped Seokjin on the arm and asked, “Hyung, will you make pancakes…?”

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⚠️Please read!⚠️

If you are a WRITER and you follow me and/or “know of my existence” please reblog this, I am planning something to do in my sudden large free time ☺️ Also, another thing about reblogging this, please don’t reblog this if you don’t like my writing, that might throw me off a bit 😅 thank you!

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I'm in the mood for some sneezy cuddling:

It's cold outside but together they are so much warmer and more comfy. One is hugging the other from behind. There's soft, irritated sniffling. Nose rubbing against their own or the partners shoulder. More frequently and increasingly irritated. A sudden, hastily stifled sneeze followed by a shaking exhale against the others neck. Or a muffled but unrestrained, wet release into a shared blanket followed by more sniffles- much more productive this time. One gives the other some tissues, they shiver lightly before cuddling even closer. Seeking warmth from their partners body. A nose blow that triggers another urgent, harsh sneeze before both share a sweet kiss: "Bless you, Love. I hope you're not catching a cold?"

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domestic things I particularly love in sickfics

pressing a hand to their forehead to check if they have a temperature

pressing the back of their fingers to their cheek to check if they have a temperature

cuddles + hair stroking

even though it’s technically not a scientifically sound thing, characters getting sick from not wearing enough layers or getting caught in the rain

along those lines, one of the character’s who’s soaked through or shivering starts to sneeze a couple times, and their s/o just panicking a little and starting to fuss over them, wrapping them up in blankets and sitting them down in front of the fire and monitoring them to see if they’re symptoms get worse

the character being so sick and out of it that they can’t walk by themselves, and they have to be supported or carried

the character just looking like the poster of a sick person - pale face, flushed cheeks, bags under their eyes, blankets wrapped up to their neck, and a thermometer under their tongue

the sickie insisting that their s/o goes to work but the s/o refuses to leave their side

anxious hovering caretakers

the sickie having a coughing fit so hard that they sway and almost fall over and their friend/family member/partner has to steady them

the sickie waking up from a feverish sleep, expecting their s/o to be gone, only to find them asleep on a chair at their bedside

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“I don’t feel so good, baby.”

“Hey Sunshine, don’t get too close. I’m sick.”

“No kisses, cutie pie. I don’t wanna give you my cold.”

“Kitten, stop that you’ll make me sneeze.”

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dunno why but lately i’m so hot for the idea of a person going to dinner with friends and their partner while they’re in the midst of a bad cold, and their partner’s arm is around them basically the entire time and they can’t stop checking on them and quietly, privately asking if they’re okay

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like Imagine.....

just imagine your SO/fave all bundled up in a blanket with a thermometer, cold compress beg on their head or something too cools off their fever, surrounded by a mess of tissues on the couch or bed. Their nose a pinkish red around the nostrils, their septum damp from how munch their nose is running, holding a ‘slightly’ used tissue in one hand while they hold the blanket. Hair a mess, their breathing is congested and a bit wheezy, they break into a coughing fit which shakes their poor body. They’re running out of tissues as a weak tickle threatens to spike and tease their nose. Irritating the mucus membranes and making more snot come out when they sneeze as their body is just trying to rid of this awful cold. Their CG comes home knowing they’re sick, walks in with a box of sickie supplies, tissues, medicine, batteries for the thermometer cause they’ll die soon. Cough drops, soup, and their sweet caring self. 

(sorry I know I suck at these but my brain was vomiting this so here it is)

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🤧🤧🤧😪😪😪

I'm so allergic to these photos.

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REBLOG IF YOU’RE A BTS SICKFIC WRITER

Note: If you have written bts sickfics, your blog doesn’t necessarily have to be all about BTS.

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that trope when a character has had nightmares for years and years and has basically learned to survive on four hours of sleep, and then they get to sleep through the night with no bad dreams once their so is next to them because they feel calm and safe after so long… it always makes me very very soft :(