#careing

[000life-is-meaningless000]

[quilandscroll]

To the artists, writers, crafters and other creators out there who feel they’ll never be enough..

You have the makings of greatness in you!

Just like the makers you admire and get inspired by, you have great potential to achieve your creative goals.

To those that have always felt they were destined to live in the shadow of other creators, who always feel blocked and ignored because every post is immediately covered by a more experienced artist and their work that you question if you should even continue trying…

You can surpass those thoughts and come out amazing with practice, and a little support for your confidence.

No artist woke up with amazing talent, yes some have a natural gift that helps them, but hard work can be just as amazing of resource and give fantastic results

NEVER GIVE UP ON YOURSELF!

[grammymumzy]

[drades-lair]

Stomach troubles

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Pairing: Straz

Rating: T

Striker hated eating out all the time despite what most might think just because you’re an assassin always on the road doesn’t mean you enjoying eating out constantly. Despite his views on it sometimes he just didn’t have the means to cook a homemade meal, in this case it was the fact he and Chaz were staying in a run-down motel with no kitchenette or at least not one Striker would trust to cook in. Trudging up the rickety staircase Striker made his way to the middle door on the second layer of rooms outside, sliding his key into the lock before pushing open the door with a grease riddled paper bag in hand that currently contained their dinner. Striker was a little taken aback to see Chaz still lounging in bed upon entering the room, placing the food down on the small round table as Chaz sat up.

“Foods up,” Striker announced.

“Okay, thanks,” Chaz retorted although the smile as well as the enthusiastic demeanour seemed forced. Striker cocked his head to the side while arching a brow, watching curiously as Chaz got up from the bed still only wearing his boxers. Striker noted Chaz had dark circles under his eyes, his face looked slightly flushed and his skin was slick with sweat, add all that to the fact he seemed sluggish.

“Ya okay kid?” Striker wondered as he moved to intercept Chaz’s path.

“Huh? Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” Chaz stated although it was clear he was lying.

“Uh-huh, really? Then why do Ya feel like yer burnin’ up?” Striker wondered, tapping the back of his hand against Chaz’s forehead. 

“I-I’m fine...and what do you mean I feel hot? I feel cold,” Chaz stated crossing his arms over his chest to rub at his upper arms.

“Alright, nope. Back in bed, now,” Striker instructed, pointing to the bed Chaz had gotten out of.

“What!? Why?” Chaz retorted in surprised shock.

“Relax, I’ll bring the food to Ya. Now get back in bed,” Striker insisted placing his hands on his hips.

Chaz groused but obeyed the instruction shuffling his way back into the bed where he sat still rubbing his arms, body slightly shivering. Striker set about removing his jacket to hang on the armchair along with his hat before dishing out their food, Chaz watched as Striker dug out a greasy burger from the bag at first feeling excited for the meal only to feel his stomach flip upside down in an instant. Striker didn’t have any time to react or say anything as Chaz basically flew out of the bed, he was in heading straight into the bathroom where moments later Striker heard the shark demon hurling his cookies. Hurrying in after Chaz, Striker came up beside him with a sympathetic look on his features before gingerly kneeling down, one hand going to gently rub along Chaz’s shoulders as the shark was doubled over the toilet. Gently Striker pushed Chaz’s floppy hair out of his face as he groaned pathetically, eventually pulling back now looking even worse than he did previously.

“Easy darlin’, how long Ya been feelin’ like this?” Striker encouraged, reaching for a cloth on the side of the sink.

“Just this morning…I didn’t feel like vomiting though…” Chaz whined in a frustrated tone. Striker stood up briefly to wet the cloth in the sink then he knelt back down to wipe Chaz’s face off.

“Why didn’t Ya tell me Ya weren’t feelin’ good?” Striker asked, easing Chaz to his feet.

“I…don’t know…” Chaz quietly stated, averting his gaze.

“Alright, come on,” Striker encouraged helping get Chaz back to bed.

Chaz started shaking worse once Striker got him laying down thus Striker took the comforter from his own bed to drape over Chaz. Striker opted to grab a glass of water for Chaz instead of giving him the food he brought considering the very sight of it had caused Chaz to upchuck, the shark whimpered as he huddled under the blankets. Striker pressed his hand to Chaz’s forehead revealing he was even warmer than before with sweat starting to form on his skin again eliciting a sigh from Striker as he went to the bathroom. Retrieving the cloth from the bathroom Striker refreshed it with cold water, returning to press it to Chaz’s forehead earning him a hum of approval along with Chaz nuzzling into the cool feeling.  

“Ha-ha, sorry kiddo, Ya just gotta tough it out,” Striker apologized, briefly carding his claws through Chaz’s hair.

“Ugh…I feel like shit though,” Chaz whimpered with a massive pout on his face.  

“I know,” Striker retorted.

“I’m cold too,” Chaz added, curling in a little tighter of a ball.

“I’ll get Ya a somethin’ ta hopefully bring down yer fever,” Striker stated setting the cloth on the bedside table on his way over to his duffle which was sitting on the ground near the armchair. Picking up his duffle Striker placed it on the wooden table next to the bag still sitting with their food untouched, digging around he pulled out a couple bottles that he tapped pills out of followed by retrieving a glass of water from the bathroom after grabbing the glass from the bedside table. Striker handed the pills along with the glass of water to Chaz who gingerly sat up to make sure his stomach didn’t flip again, accepting the items from Striker then downing the pills with the water. Chaz handed the glass back to Striker before he curled back up underneath all the blankets still shaking slightly providing Striker a moment to go change into his sleep wear consisting of a gray T-shirt and gray joggers as well as duck out of the room briefly to grab some ice in a bucket. Upon returning Striker placed the ice bucket on the table with everything else, retrieved a hand towel from the bathroom and put some of said ice into the hand towel from the bathroom. Moving to the other side of Chaz’s bed Striker slid in next to Chaz prompting the shark to immediately curl into his body heat. Striker gently pressed the ice filled towel around Chaz’s warm temples in hopes between his body heat and the ice the imp could keep Chaz’s temperature under control till the meds kicked in.

“You’re warm…” Chaz mumbled into Striker’s chest; tone slightly slurred with sleep.

“Good, just do me a favor though. If Ya need ta vomit, do it in the trashcan beside the bed,” Striker pleaded.

“Hmm…no promises …” Chaz mumble-slurred into Striker’s chest again, eyes falling closed.

Striker chuckled softly as he tucked the blankets around Chaz then placed the ice filled towel on the floor for the moment. Halfway through the night Chaz’s fever seemed to break however he woke up suddenly to throw up luckily, he did manage to turn around fast enough to use the garbage can Striker told him about. Striker knitted his brow together in sympathy as he gently rubbed the shark’s back as he whimpered irritably with his face shoved in the garbage can. Chaz’s stomach ached from the lack of food in it as well as the exertion of vomiting, placing the can back on the ground he curled back into bed against Striker who wrapped his arms around the shark.

“My tummy hurts,” Chaz whined holding his stomach under the blankets.

“It’s cause Ya haven’t eaten anythin’ and Ya keep throwin’ up,” Striker explained, carding his claws through Chaz’s hair.  

“Hmm…I hate it…” Chaz trailed off, mumbling into Striker’s chest once more.

“Hush now, try ta get back to sleep,” Striker encouraged.

Chaz fell asleep again eventually and this time he stayed asleep till morning when he groggily stirred to find Striker already awake staring down at him. Almost immediately Chaz’s stomach grumbled from hunger, earning a chuckle from the pale imp as well as prompting him to get up. Once more Striker went to his duffle, grabbing a can of soup out of it along with a small compact bowl to pour it into before heating it in the only working appliance in that crappy run down kitchenette, the microwave. Striker ate his burger from the day before away from Chaz to keep him from potentially feeling sick again meanwhile Chaz accepted the soup, gingerly eating it and luckily keeping it down, his fever also managed to stay away making Chaz feel far better then the day before. Striker made certain to stay in the motel room for the rest of the day that way he could continue to look after Chaz who recovered as quick as you’d expect, a couple days going by till he was completely back to normal.

[nedcaratacus]

[alivingtypo]

you can pry starting sentences with 'and' or 'but' out of my cold, dead hands

[politijohn]

Source

This entire article is worth the read. Fuck Gilead

[suzypfonne]

Before January 2025:

If you are a USAmerican in a relationship that might be affected by legislation that dissolves same-sex marriages, who may no longer be recognized as next-of-kin, especially if you have children, get your rights in writing!

Your marriage certificate may not be enough to prove you have rights to make medical decisions for non-biological children or for a same-sex spouse or partner.

Go to a lawyer, get it spelled out as clearly as possible that you have a voice in emergency medical and legal situations.

[sreegs]

[animentality]

[some-pers0n]

I hate how people will look at popular indie artists who had one or two songs go viral on TikTok and start making fun of anybody who listens to them. "Oh you listen to Lemon Demon, Will Wood, Jack Stauber, Glass Animals, and Mother Mother? Tsk, don't you know that is stupid TikTok neurodivergent white transmasc preteen music? It's so mid and bad you should listen to real music–" you are a pit of misery

[sboochi]

One of these days the yearning is gonna get them both killed

[noodles-and-tea]

[venusmage]

More high lesbian antics involving food

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