#but i was recovering from who feeeeeeeeels

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Solar Opposites: Unleashed Scene: “Evil Terry Unleashed the Beast”

Evil Terry looks at Mundane Terry, who is holding an unconscious Super Shlorpian Korvo

Mundane Terry: Phew, hang in there Korvy.

Evil Terry: Is he gonna be alright?

Super Shlorpian Janiz: Hopefully yes!

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *moaning*

Mundane Terry gasps

Mundane Terry: Korvy?

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *recovering from his concussion* T-Terry?

Mundane Terry: Korvy!

The two monster alien husbands embrace in a kiss while Evil Terry smiles. Suddenly, Evil Terry hears Dr. Weatherstone screaming

Dr. Weatherstone: HELP ME!

Evil Terry: Weatherstone? *feels a sharp pain in his head*

Evil Terry gasp as his eyes starts glowing red..

Mundane Terry: Evil Terry?

Evil Terry looks at his fingertips that are turning black and gasp in realization.

Evil Terry: Holy shit… I’m half-mundane… like you…

Super Shlorpian Korvo: I knew the Mundane is the same in different timelines!

Mundane Terry: No way… how are you feeling?

Evil Terry grunts as his eyes glow red and he starts growing bigger and muscular as his clothes rip apart into pieces.

Evil Terry: *voice deepens* OOOOOOOOH! IIIII FEEEEEEEEEL GOOOOOOOOOOOD!

Super Shlorpian Yumyulack and Mundane Jesse arrive

Super Shlorpian Yumyulack: Whoa! *looks at Werekraken Sonya* Sonya, what is happening?!

Werekraken Sonya: I don't know!

Now a Mundane, Evil Terry roars as he goes up to Werebear Gwen and snarls at her to let go of Dr. Weatherstone.

Mundane Evil Terry: Let her go!

Dr. Weatherstone: *gasp* Honeybun?

Werebear Gwen: Make me!

Mundane Evil Terry roars. Then, he violently attacks Werebear Gwen who lets go of Dr. Weatherstone, who turns back into her Werepolar Bear form and roars. Gwen is turned back to normal and gets knocked out unconscious. Mundane Evil Terry roars as he loses his sanity and snarls at Gwen. Gwen gasps

Gwen: E-easy there! That doctor skank deserved to be captured!

Mundane Evil Terry: ROAR!

Aqrabuamelu Phoebe: Wow! Evil Terry’s feelings for Weatherstone must’ve done a trigger on him! Gwen kidnapping Weatherstone must’ve pushed him too far!

Mundane Evil Terry then punches Gwen unconscious as he roars. Werepolar Bear Weatherstone gasp and quickly runs up to the love of her life and calms him down by soothing his face.

Werepolar Bear Weatherstone: Shh…. It’s okay… I’m here…

Mundane Evil Terry calms down and whimpers

Werepolar Bear Weatherstone: *rubs Mundane Evil Terry’s back in a comfort manner* Shh…

Mundane Terry hugs Mundane Evil Terry

Mundane Terry: It’s gonna be okay now. You saved her…

Mundane Evil Terry: *whimpers as he looks at Werepolar Bear Weatherstone*

Werepolar Bear Weatherstone: *smiles and touches Mundane Evil Terry’s cheek* I love you…

Mundane Evil Terry: I love you too…

Super Shlorpian Korvo smiles. Then, Mundane Terry kisses his hubby on the cheek while the kids, Super Shlorpain Janiz, Mega Angel Shlropian Kimber, Aqrabuamelu Phoebe, Gorgon Monica and Werespider Parker grows touch by this. Lili even babbles in joy by this.

[hwaightme]

Awh Ash thank you so much!! <33333 (also not me sobbing over your other reblog imma need 8 makes 1 wholesome breakdown days to recover from how you make me feeeeeeeeel <33333333 thank you truly ;~; <3)

Also that is so relatable *computer noises* language is no longer in service ahah (any time the brainrot comes through I keyboard smash to express the overload)

Hongjoong is so LOVE SHAPED ;~; he is just an endearing, adorable man who truly cares and expresses this even in the way he walks, nods, smiles... *vinyl scratch sound into a song remix" "so scandalous... you know you wanna sing with us..." AWH thank you so much <33 delulu hours best hours eheh *HJ style diabolical laughter*

Also please may I just sfdjghf BAI STAN ACCOUNT IMMA ;~; <3333 Please accept this smol offering of Hongjoong bf aesthetic pics in return for your love <3

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🌡️ pairing: hongjoong x gn!reader 🌡️ genre: the fluffiest fluff, established relationship, sickfic 🌡️ summary: as you come down with a cold, hongjoong is right there to lift you back up again, be it with soup, song, presence, or all at once. 🌡️ wordcount: 2.4k 🌡️ warnings/tags: questionable editing, proper use of face masks, hongjoong in a kitchen making things, him being a worried and loving boyfriend ready to give you the world, producer joong, he is the medicine actually, discussion of illness and various symptoms, fever, fatigue, distancing 🌡️ a/n: love you @legohwas <3 this was why I was being all cryptic asking about mango milkshakes~ apologies if the lil piece is chaotic and if I disappear into the void ruminating it... but imagine a serenading Hongjoong ahah<333 Thank you so much everyone for likes, reblogs, comments notes, they are always appreciated, much love!

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A heavy stillness had settled in your bedroom, so palpable, in fact, that you believed if you dared to undraw the blackout curtains which were working wonders to protect you from the city’s night lights, that you would be able to see its every fibre. Perhaps there was this benefit to you being severely under - or even squashed by, the weather; for the first time in far too long you were allowing yourself to lie still, gaze at the ceiling in the semi darkness while swaddled in the sheets and throws and nearly drowning in the pillows which you had gathered from all around your apartment as soon as you had come home from class.

It had been a growing sensation. An inkling, a suspicion, and with every passing hour a sure realisation that indeed, you were catching a cold. Or whatever it could be. Either way, you had crawled home dizzy and fatigued, shuddering from what had turned out to be an alarmingly high fever, and after cautiously peeling your outdoor clothing away to change into cosy pyjamas succumbed to your body’s screams for rest. Drifting in and out of consciousness, you had no idea for how long you had been in bed until you were jolted awake by the turning of keys in the lock of the front door, and a very familiar, albeit highly concerned and timid ‘hello?’. Feeling for your phone, you squinted and fought off the tears that sprung to your eyes from the screen brightness as you attempted to read the time, the action only bringing to a state of shock: you had just spent a precious five hours doing absolutely nothing. A pang of guilt overpowered your throbbing temples; when you had more tasks than the number of heartbeats in a day, including professional, academic and domestic endeavours, having this kind of inconvenience such as an illness was simply out of the question. You cursed yourself, your immune system and the fact that there was no way to be able to schedule ailments or cancel your subscription to them altogether.

“Y/N? You missed our call- Y/N? Y/N are you okay?” you gazed off to the side to see your boyfriend peeking into the room, still in his face mask, beanie and coat, clutching a bag tightly against his chest. 

“Hi Joong… Down with…” you tried to speak, but your voice was still laden with sleep and tiredness that had finally caught up to you. Focusing on the silhouette, you peered in Hongjoong’s general direction, hoping that you looked at least somewhat alive after dozing, and snuggled deeper into the sheets.

“What?” he stepped a little closer, tilting his head ever so slightly. You managed to catch the fast narrowing of his eyes as he most definitely caught onto your state, and the droop in what likely was his adorable shy smile behind the black material. 

“Sorry… it’s just… yeah I’m down with something.” you croaked out, only to throw your face into the pillow you had been hugging, suddenly having found your strenuous staring a little more than overwhelming. 

“Wait Y/N really?” baffled, the man stumbled over his words, and looked for a space to drop the black leather bag, choosing an empty spot by the wall, right at the entrance. Stretching out again, he pinched the end of the beanie to slide it off, revealing black hair, lightly matter and dishevelled from the pressure of the garment.

Hongjoong’s eyes darted over your form while he ruffled his hair, worry growing stronger in his chest as he took note of the items strewn around the room. Your backpack was lying at the foot of your bed, laptop peeking out - it was terribly rare that you would ever come home and not organise yourself. If anything, you would be in the middle of reprimanding him for not putting slippers on and still being in his jacket; but not a peep came from you, and instead you were curled up in the foetal position, blocking out all light, all energy, a barely noticeable tramble rushing through you as you poked your head out again to answer him.

“No, I am just being lazy,” you snapped, your voice muffled by the bedsheets that you kept lifted to cover half of your face. Unusually irritated, you simply wanted to doze off and ignore your condition, hopefully wake up refreshed and be able to go about your day as if nothing happened instead of having your boyfriend subject himself to the risk of catching whatever it was.

“I think it is the universe telling you to catch a break.”

You raised an eyebrow at the statement finding it more than amusing, considering that even when Hongjoong did convince himself or management to stay with you for longer than a couple of hours, give him some time and you would find him in a random corner of the apartment, earphones in, laptop in front of him, an artist lost in his own world. Not that you ever minded, nor wanted that to change; if anything, it was unbelievably soothing, and the occasional clicks on the trackpad or keyboard always ended up becoming your rhythm and motivation as you settled down to work on your own projects. 

But you could not type away alongside him tonight, nor even uphold some banter. You desperately wanted to be snarky in return to his call for your relaxation, wanted to throw a witty comeback his way to point out his own habits, but the words remained on the tip of your tongue as you battled your fever, too tired to care about keeping a civil conversation going. But to Hongjoong, your silence spoke a thousand words; he could practically sense what you were going to say to him, and chuckled, playing with the rings on his fingers.

“I know, I know, but do as I say. And I say rest. I’ll… I’ll call the doctor to arrange an appointment…” he trailed off as he patted his pockets, eventually finding the device and beginning to search through his contacts to find someone from medical staff attached to the company. 

His eyes shot upwards once, twice, over and over again, terrified that your state could get worse at any moment or that you would get stubborn and try to power through and force yourself to work. He was distraught, anxious, even if he would eat pickled onion instead of admitting it openly, out of the desire to keep you as calm as possible. Just as he was about to call, you whispered to him:

“I am an adult-” but your phrase was cut short as he raised his hand.

“Let me take care of you? Please?” you hold a pause, waiting for your senses and your processing to catch up to your surroundings.

“...If you keep the mask on… I am not violent but I will throw hands if you get sick.”

“Alright. Gotcha. I’ll try,” and with a goofy thumbs up, he ambled out of the room, conversing over the phone, returning once to ask you about any other symptoms.

In that moment, when you finally could concentrate on his dark eyes, clouded over with distress and wrapped in a glimmer of affection, you felt nothing but safety. In those fleeting seconds, it was easy to forget your concerns about work, about assignments, about the texts that you most definitely missed. Simply with his serenity, the gestures of his hands as he continued talking about you and then the rocking on the balls of his feet as he relayed to you the doctor’s recommendations and the time of the appointment, you felt your erratic heartbeat slow down. With a satisfied hum you agreed, and shut your eyes, letting his aura envelop you. Perhaps it was for the better that he decided to visit after all. Even when he volunteered himself as the man on dinner duty, you were comfortable - you had made soup yesterday, and hopefully, the toaster was not going to catch fire. You concentrated on his soft footsteps as he moved from one part of the apartment to another; it was easy enough to trace the steps, and you imagined him going from the door where he dropped off his outerwear, to the bathroom to wash his hands, to the kitchen where he would open the fridge and muse what he could heat up.

You were adamant on him not approaching you as much as he could, resulting in Hongjoong pushing the tray with a bowl of warm soup, bread, and oddly paired with a mango milkshake that at least explained a fraction of the crashing noises and a random blast of the blender from the kitchen, every bit like a playful cat. He had the same combination of mischief and enthusiasm in his eyes that did not falter as he watched you take a few tentative spoonfuls. He appeared to glow as you thanked him for the surprise treat, and you could see his mask move to hide what undoubtedly was his precious megawatt grin. But what you could not exactly fight against, not when you could see the long day building up on Hongjoong’s shoulders, was his request to occupy the armchair on the other side of the room in a corner, saying that it was ‘necessary just in case you needed something’, so that he would automatically be on standby and within reach.

It was unusual, letting the hours trickle past like this. Instead of filling every second with something to do, or something to check, or something to plan, you were lying in bed, noticing the time and cradling it in your mind. The ticking of the clock on the wall to your right, furthest from Hongjoong was giving you the impression of grains of sand, dropping down into the palms of your hands only to roll over the palms turned hills to the particles, and continue their fall. Inadvertently, your eyes travelled to your adorable Cromer keeper, still clad in the black mask, face illuminated by the laptop screen. Though he was isolated from reality thanks to his newest pair of airpods and unbreaking focus, you could still read his body language thanks to your brain having grown less foggy after having napped and had a shot of pleasantly sweet and sour mango, the love and effort definitely adding to the flavour.

The furrowing of his brows, the way in which he scrunched his nose and you could see him squint ever so slightly as he felt your gaze rest on him and lifted his head to meet it. The barely noticeable, gentle upward jutting of the chin when Hongjoong wanted you to update him on how you were feeling. How he merely stated, after an alarm which you had not expected him to set made his phone vibrate, that it was time to measure your temperature and see if the medication worked. How as soon as you mentioned water, he did the unthinkable and abandoned his laptop on the coffee table to get you a bottle. Your Hongjoong. The artist, the innovator, the creative genius. A little clumsy at times, unsure of himself and subtly asking for you to confirm if he was doing the right things to help you. So much so, that his enthusiasm approached comical levels, and when you tried to make your grand escape outside of your quarters, he was on full alert:

“Bed rest, hello? What are you doing up? If you needed something I could-”

“Bathroom… Joong… bathroom. I am okay enough to go there.”

“OH. Oops sorry I- I- uh- yeah- ha… ha sorry… I’ll just be right… back… there yeah okay.”

You had to restrain yourself from guffawing, the dull ache in your head reminding you that you would probably need to sleep at least twelve more hours to have a laughing fit and not faint, and instead bit your bottom lip as you openly admired Hongjoong’s growing redness in the tips of his ears, and the lowering of his shoulders as an attempt to appear smaller. It was as if the fever was returning to you once again as you desperately wanted to pat your boyfriend on his head and wrap him up in your arms. Alas, you needed to get better first, for you both - captain’s orders, but it was easy when he was the best kind of medicine. His attentiveness, his patience, his resolve in staying by your side even though you had told him that you would be fine. While you were washing your face, relishing in the sensation of cool water running over your skin, you wondered when it would be appropriate to make the joke that he was currently looking like Hala-joong, and that he should wear the wide-brimmed hat you had hidden in your wardrobe.

Upon your return, nothing changed, just like he said. He was still there, still your precious Hongjoong, still immersed in what you could guess were the finishing touches for a track as he was mouthing the lyrics. You crept back into bed, only one creak alerting him of your presence, but he did not pay it no mind, only sending a wink in your direction as a form of greeting. And you thought that this was how you were going to go back into a healing slumber, until you heard the clicking of the earphones case, and the faint notes of a song, only just beginning - a soothing introduction with a semi-acoustic guitar. As it continued, Hongjoong counted the bars with one hand, and hurriedly apologised to you:

“I was meant to record the vocals but… it felt only right to finish this to the best of my ability now. And uh… stop me if your head hurts.” you rolled your eyes, a smile breaking over your features as you cuddled into the warm blankets, supporting your head so that you could watch your beloved artist and human in his element, sharing his most valuable with you.

He sang softer than usual, careful to not hurt your sensitive eardrums, but the dulcet tones were like the life essence washing over you, lifting you above the spell of illness and immersing you in a total, ethereal bliss. Of course he was going to choose a song that was on theme, on time, lyrically balanced and heartwarming. Of course Hongjoong was going to make you want to weep from the comfort that he was providing. And of course, he was going to respect your wishes and not walk closer to you, but with his voice, with his beautiful rendition of ‘Sleep Well’ by .d4vd from the custom backing track to the added tastefully melodic rap, he carried the love, the care right over to you. Lulling you into a well deserved break from turmoil, guiding you into a better tomorrow. Because how dare a virus be the one to make the love of his life feel feverish, and not him? 

[theteenagetrickster]

Is Actually R&B Popular Music Possessing A Primary Moment At The Moment?

Am I outdated? Or am I only in a mood? I find myself moving increasingly more towards r 'n' b, towards popular music that I can easily believe (pronounced: "feeeeeeeeel"). Is it the period? The climate is receiving cooler: cuffing season. I don't assume I'm alone, either. There is actually been a restored enthusiasm in r 'n' b as a genre, as well as a growth of new artists to check out in addition to it. Hip-hop started deviating for the melodic at the starting point of the years, and since the preliminary blending of hip-hop and also r 'n' b (many thanks, Drake), the previous has actually gone on, blending on its own with other categories: stand out, rock, nation, metal. While r 'n' b still appears in ruptureds all over a few of the most significant hip-hop records, it is actually likewise beginning to recover on its own and also take back its own genre.

Could this possess to carry out with the current trend of '90s and also '00s fond memories? The '90s were actually a peak age for r 'n' b, and with the present fad of "everything that's old is new once more," we are actually viewing a comeback in the sound that was grown during its own prime time, albeit updated. Summer season Pedestrian's "Happen Thru" (or probably the whole cd), Ari Lennox's "BMO" (and once again, you can easily additionally pertain to for some vintage-yet-new feelings), Tory Lanez's are actually three recent examples that concern mind.Much in the very same method that platforms like Soundcloud and the wide-spread circulation of modern technology(i.e., home audio equipment )have made rap a sector that virtually any person can easily get in, the exact same could be said of r 'n' b. The bed room category can conveniently be actually created in one's bedroom(!), just before receiving flagged by a label's A&R or landing popular luck. The Weeknd single-handedly affected an entire creation of budding performers, as well as while Abel's effect was the moment probably as well prevalent, his atypical influence has actually given that been thinned down many thanks to genre travelers like FKA Twigs, many thanks to it-girls like SZA and Solange, hard-to-classify performers like 6lack, additional typical singers like Gallant, as well as the list goes on. As hip-hop has expanded given that of the internet, thus as well possesses r 'n' b established numerous genres under its sunshade, opening up area for different kinds of vocalists to try their palm at it, vocalists who may certainly not appear or even appear the standard part.There's one thing various concerning the technique you take in r 'n' b, which carries out contribute to the fond memories of it.

R 'n' b usually tends to be a memory-inducing sort of music: you pay attention to a song, and also you affiliate minds per depiction within the verses-- a former fanatic, a would-be enthusiast, a current fan. Even though it's certainly not taking up a moment concerning a certain person, you may remember an emotion you when felt that's being described within the track. I do not mean that you link the tune along with an attend your lifestyle like you could with hip-hop songs; as an example, Wiz Khalifa's Burn After Rolling mixtape is actually one I precisely connect along with my educational institution lifestyle-- sometimes you associate hip-hop music along with a much more vague/general period or"period"coming from your past lifestyle, instead of connecting it with a specific memory of a person. R 'n' b music, is then, much more individual as well-- it takes up notions and also feelings concerning individuals in your life, or, very genuine and also accurate moments that you had along with mentioned people. It is actually unpreventable. Two sensational r 'n' b performers from our brand-new production, SZA & SiR -Jerritt Clark/Getty Photo Past the means you link along with, as well as take in r 'n' b popular music, consuming r 'n' b is actually usually a

much more helpful as well as continuous effort than its own sister style. R 'n' b music may certainly not hit you as promptly as an uber catchy and blunt rap track. You might need to listen closely to the song entirely and whole-heartedly(significance: not while multitasking )additional than as soon as to truly locate the gouge within it. You might need to perform this for the whole entire album. In this particular feeling, r 'n' b takes even more effort to enjoy, however the reward often feels much more gratifying than a lively and also catchy 2 minutes of Lil Pump. And also, where rap tunes are actually acquiring much shorter and briefer, on the brink of fading away(or a minimum of, becoming 60-second fragments you may match a TikTok), r 'n' b still appears to straddle the a lot more conventional 3-4 moment song range.R 'n' b has consistently been considered" expanded"music. It's certainly not a category that you would certainly put on to keep your children sidetracked, like you may with the current Lil Nas X. It is actually a genre you place on solely on your own(as well as perhaps one other person). It is actually also a long-form genre. You do not often tend to place on one r 'n' b tune and also stop. You go to the performer you such as, as well as you play a particular cd from beginning to end. R 'n' b, it goes without saying, is actually the authentic state of mind songs. Our company can easily take that to the upcoming level: it's the original playlist, implied to participate in all the way via, efficiently.

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