#fever ramblings

[hetchiew]

I just want someone to notice that I don’t feel well, place their cool hands on my forehead and cheeks, say “oh hun,” and pull me in for a hug…

Is that too much to ask?

[nikikeya]

You know we all laughed at 2012 Raphael being afraid of bugs. But... Splinter tortured those kids for the first 15 years of their lives making them eat worms and Algae... If I had to eat WORMS I'd be terrified of bugs too.

[seaofwine]

nostos

I think that everyone has their media of choice that they carry around with them since childhood. Mine was a copy of The Adventures of Ulysses, a small copy reprinted in the 80s that my dad had on one of the bottom shelves of his office. After borrowing it often enough I put it with my own books, it was small enough I trusted he would never notice. I carried it with me in the bottom of my backpack, slept with it on my nightstand, and tucked it into my suitcase when leaving home for the first time to visit Europe. I read it over and over again until my copy nearly disintegrated, memorizing passages that to this day still cross my mind. 

As a child, I idolized Odysseus. I wanted to be like him - clever, crafty, inventive. I thought he was The Coolest and couldn’t get enough of his mythology. It was this inexplicable obsession that confounded the adults around me. It was my comfort book. I too grew up on an island with its own stories of monsters and vicious tides when the wind turned - I lived for the sea. The ocean was home. I learned to tie fisherman’s knots from my Navy-vet grandfather, and picked out jelly fishing lures to play with and get stuck in the bottom of my pockets. I went kayaking with friends through the waterways and cut the bottoms of my feet so often on oyster beds that I have several permanent scars from their shells. 

This all is coming back to me now, after leaving home about ten months ago. In May it will have been a year. I’ve come down with a fever this week (thanks again Ms. Rona, just can’t get enough of me it seems) and in an attempt to reconnect with the story I have always loved, I’ve been reading sections of the Odyssey for the nth time. As I’ve been reading, I’ve been taking care to refer back to the Greek (when I have the energy to do so) and this word keeps catching my attention - νόστος. In its context, many translators keep it as ‘returning by sea from the sack of Troy’, while others give it a looser definition that applies to any return of a character or hero by sea from an adventure. This term, νόστος, also gives us the word nostalgia; this heartwrenching combination of nostos and algos, where algos ties this longing for home with not just an ache or sadness but with systemic distress at a lack of viable options to return home.

Sometimes these stories stick with you for a reason, a lesson or comfort you seek at different times in life. I am very fortunate that mine comes from my religion, where I can reach out to my gods for guidance when that pain and longing for a home that I cannot yet return to hits a little closer. 

[sylvanfreckles]

I've been fighting a fever over a hundred degrees (Fahrenheit) for the last twenty-four hours, but it made me realize something.

See, I had this dream I was finally writing the pirate novel I've been thinking of since I was eleven. In the dream I sat down with my notebook and decided I needed to plan five islands they visited in their quest to rescue the princess.

That made me realize my stories aren't that long because they don't go to enough places. I tend to write about one event and not try to craft a series of them to tell an overarching narrative (and when I do, I put them together as a series on AO3).

Not a criticism of that style! Just something interesting I realized.

(The pirate's name is Jack, I thought him up in 1994 before the POSotC movies, he's technically a privateer, and I wouldn't be telling you any of this if I didn't still have that fever)

(Also why is Tumblr criticizing my spelling yet not offering the correct spelling? So I don't know how to spell Fahrenheit off the top of my head, why won't you help me?)

(Help me, I can't afford to miss another day of work)

[lanternliighting]

been thinking about the odysseus manwhore au and honestly my only contribution to this madness is athena hearing about this and instinctively putting a hand over ody's forehead in fear that he may be pregnant

[iamespecter]

Dude I had this wild literal fever dream comic and I just had to draw it like how I saw it even though my body still hurts like hell

[dootznbootz]

Thinking about how Telemachus has heard "You are just like your father" by so many people for most of his life. How different yet refreshing it is to hear said father tell him warmly "You're so much like your mother".

[heatherskept]

thought maybe i should post this here....hello griefer

[myokk]

🥺

[lemon-russ]

I am very sick please enjoy some half baked confused drabbles:

Leman cuddling his lover to his chest under warm tunic and furs, petting their hair and warming them completely through, snuggling his chest. (which is soft and hairy I'll die on this hill)

Leman twirling his toddler in the air, whos giggling and kicking and squealing baby laughs.

Leman having a fenrisian hand tying wedding ceremony, in a soft snow in quiet woods with gentle moonlight, just the two of them pledging their lives to eachother. Maybe the moment was just right and they wanted to say vows now and not at a big party. They'll explain it later, for now it's just them and a ribbon tying their hands.

Hjelp my brain is melting and I've slept like 15 hours today

[spocks-husband]

Spock was an incredibly talkative baby. Like, nearly from the day he was born. He cried as a newborn-- something most Vulcan children didn't do, something that Amanda was secretly quite pleased by as it was her own, personal little sign that he had inherited some of her humanity afterall. All through his toddlerhood he'd babbled constantly, and Sarek would nod pensively as if these discussions were quite insightful. "Indeed, Spock, that is quite true," he would confirm stiffly as his son would squeal and babble. "Exceedingly logical, my son." Amanda found these exchanges endlessly entertaining.

At times, Sybok, Michael, Amanda, and Sarek would all sit quietly and watch as little Spock stumbled about their living room, rambling in his own unknown language as he explored around the room.

He quieted down, eventually, as all Vulcan children are taught to, something that silently broke his mother's heart, but Amanda will never deny an opportunity to show what few holograms she managed to capture of that phase-- much to McCoy's delight and Spock's mortification.

[pixiestickfics]

flu ridden drabble about dottore x sick(written mostly w/ flu symptoms, not terminal)! lab assistant! reader

probably shit idfk I have a headache and js wanna write this down (sorgy it isn't as cute as usual w/ dividers, I'm not grabbing my laptop)

established relationship, soft! dottore as usual, fluff???? idk im tired, self-indulgent.. very self-indulgent i love this stupid doctor man, no word count i wrote it on tumblr

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated.. or something idk man

Dottore, who gets concerned when his lovely lab assistant doesn't come in, leaving him relying on one of the segments to temporarily fill your role.

Dottore, who as soon as he's able to take a break or leave the lab, he makes his way back to your shared home.

Dottore, who walks into your shared room to you practically hacking up a lung as you reach for a glass of ice cold water, hearing the ice clink against the glass.

Dottore, who gets uncharacteristically worried as he sees your sluggish movements while you drink the water, before putting it back onto the bedside table.

"Dearest?" You hear his voice call out, shockingly softened as he takes in the scene in front of him. Half of your body under the comforter, despite the sweat dampening your skin, causing your skin to become slightly sticky.

"Oh, archons. C'mere, let me check your temperature. You should've let me know you weren't feeling well," he lightly scolds, walking over to rest the back of his hand on your forehead, sighing when he felt how badly you were burning up, before moving to feel your neck, pressing a small kiss to your forehead.

After he pulled away, he moved the strands of hair stuck to your forehead due to the sweat, looking around the room with a soft sigh, hearing you mumble a quiet apology.

"I'll be right back, my dear," he sighed, making his way downstairs to grab a cloth and dampen it, ringing it out so it wouldn't soak the bed, then making his way upstairs. He carefully put the cloth onto your forehead, making sure it was touching the bare skin, before putting out the candle, hearing you mumble a thanks to the blue haired man as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Do not thank me, darling. I will not allow you to lay here and be miserable when I can atleast help you with the pain of the illness, even if only temporarily. If I did, what kind of doctor would I be?"

[antennatoheaven]

diversity win! your dead father is genderqueer

[toads-treasures]

I miss him…

(Him being Wyll Ravengard from the video game I own and can play anytime I want)

[bihansthot]

Have some Good Dad!Bi-Han headcanons because I have perpetual Bi-Han baby fever!

Bi-Han is the best, most loving Dad ever and no one can change my mind, his kids are his absolute world. He’s determined not to make the same mistakes his father made.

He plays with them every chance he gets even if his busy job as Grandmaster sometimes gets in the way.

He actively makes time to be there for his children and loves his daughter(s) just as much if not more than his son(s).

He’s such an amazing Girl Dad it’s unreal, always down for a princess tea party or getting his hair braided.

He’s also really hands on with education and helps with homework all the time, he’s best at Chinese and math, but he can still help with other subjects too.

His kids attend school in the local village so they can have a normal school life and have friends and not grow up isolated and lonely like he did. He of course teaches them martial arts and cryomancy after school.

He always tucks his kids in at night and reads to them, sometimes he just freestyles and tells Chinese legends and myths passed down to him from his mother.

[hiraethminds]

boys who squeak