#fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck 😭

[tinkerbitch69]

Thinking about the line about how the doctor fashions the people he travels with into weapons and how that is essentially what the time lords did to the doctor and the master throughout both of their lives…

[aberooski]

OKAY SO I'M WATCHING MY FRIEND'S DOG WHIKE THEY'RE IN FLORIDA AND I DON'T HAVE A CAR NOR CAN I DRIVE ANYWAY SO I HAVE TO WALK TO HER HOUSE RIGHT?? AND IT'S LIKE A 15 MINUTE WALK SO IT'S NOT THAT BAD AT ALL AND I WAS OMW HOME AND I LOOKED OVER MY SHOULDER AND THERE WAS A FUCKING WASP JIST CHILLING ON MY SHOULDER AND I SCREAMED AND SWIFED IT AWAY WITH MY PHONE AND JUST FUCJING KEPT GOING AND DIDN'T LOOK BACK LIKE PRACTICALLY HYPEVERBTALLTING ALL THE REST OFBTHE WAY HOME AND I MADE MY MOM CHECK ME FOR BUGS WHEN I GOT HOMR I WANTEX TO CRY I'M SO AFTAID OF BUGS AND I WAS STUNG BY A WASP AS A KID IT TRAUMATIZED ME I HATE SUMMER I HATE BUGS I HATE THAT I HAVE TO WATLK TO AND FROM HER HOUSE AGAIN TOMORROW CUZ THEY COME BACK ON WEDNESDAY I DON'T WANNA LEAVE MY HOUSE EVER AGAIN GOODBYE WORLD IT'S OVER I'M DONE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[chlobliviate]

Wolfstar Microfics - Sickfic

Words: 984 🥲

@wolfstarmicrofic

TW for non graphic mentions of vomiting and covid

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The Marauders had booked a cottage by the sea for a fortnight. Lily and James hadn’t been away since their honeymoon and Pete needed a break after his recent breakup with Sybil. (She told him she didn’t see a future with him, it was brutal.)

The plan was for Remus and Sirius to drive down on Friday, do a big food shop, and wait for the others to show up on Monday. Sirius had been thanking whatever gods arranged cricket matches for Pete and James’ team having one organised for the Sunday afternoon.

Since Remus had moved into his own place the previous year, Sirius had realised a couple of things. The first being that he couldn’t cook, at all. Remus was by no means a chef, but he understood what flavours went together somehow and how to know when things were cooked. The second was that he was absolutely head over heels in love with his best friend and had been for a long time.

There had been a very confusing drunken conversation with James where he was baffled to learn that James didn’t also want to lick Remus’ neck every time he reached for a mug in the top cabinet. He had peer-reviewed this data by asking Pete, Gideon, Fabian, Dorcas, Marlene, Mary, Lily, and Benjy Fenwick the same thing. None of them saw ‘neck licking’ as a platonic activity and among them, only Benjy was also interested in licking Remus’ neck, which, honestly, only made Sirius want to invite him to hang out with them all less.

But he’d figured it out eventually and now he was excited for a weekend of domestic bliss with his Moony before the others arrived. Just like old times.

Things started to go wonky on the drive down. Remus had developed a splitting headache somewhere around Bristol and Sirius took over driving. By the time they reached Plymouth, Remus was asleep.

They hadn’t made it halfway across Cornwall before Remus declared that Sirius needed to pull over immediately. He flung himself from the car and almost instantly vomited into the hedge. After five minutes of Remus propping himself against the hedge while his body heaved, he stumbled back to the car. Sirius handed him a bottle of water, some mints, and a plastic bag.

“Just in case.” He said, giving Remus’ hand a squeeze. “Are you ok to keep going now, or do you want to find a cafe and take a break?”

“It’s less than half an hour now, might as well keep going,” Remus said, hoarsely.

“Alright, let me know if you change your mind. It’s not a big deal, even if we’re only five minutes away, ok?”

They made it to St Ives with only one further stop where Remus threw up the water. They checked into the cottage and Sirius got their bags in before going to park the car. When he got back, Remus was lying on the sofa under his coat. Sirius dragged him upstairs and got him settled in the master bedroom in a nest of pillows and blankets. Then he put the kettle on and made them both a cup of tea, knowing Remus would probably be asleep by the time it was drinking temperature. He went into the bathroom, sat down on the edge of the bath, and fired off a text to the group chat.

Pads

Moony is sick. He had a headache a few hours ago and he threw up and now he’s burning up and sleeping. Trying not to panic.

James

You’re just worried your Flat 6 throwback weekend might not happen lol

Pads

Fuck off

I’m genuinely worried about him

Pete

So, I also felt really ill today and I think I know what’s wrong with him

Lily

Fuck.

Are you ok Pete? Do you need anything?

James

No way 😭 oh shit is that why I’m so achy?

Lily

Fuuuuuuuuuck

Pads

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!

Ok, nobody panic.

James

You’re the only one panicking

Pads

Yeah well, I meant me.

Ok, cool, so we both have covid probably. How do I get a test? I don’t even have a mask to go and get one.

Lily

You know Remus will have packed masks just in case. He has an emergency supply of everything I swear.

Pads

Ooh, good call.

I don’t want to wake him up but I’m not going to go through his bags.

Dilemma!

Moony

I can hear you pacing in the bathroom

I have masks

backpack front pocket

Lily

Re!

Are you ok?

Moony

No

Goodnight

Sirius went back into the bedroom and found Remus sitting up against the pillows.

“I’m dizzy when I lie down. It’s like being drunk.”

“That’s the worst.” Sirius knelt down and found the masks in Remus’ backpack. “I’m gonna go to Boots, get some tests and some cold and flu stuff. Will you be ok for ten minutes?”

“I’m sick, not an infant.” Remus rolled his eyes. “Thanks, sweetheart, you’re the best.”

As Remus snuggled back under the duvet, Sirius let himself out and headed across the road to Boots, trying not to implode at being called sweetheart, willing his hands to stop shaking.

He woke Remus up to swab his nose twenty minutes later and within seconds of putting the liquid on the test, it was positive.

“You’ve got covid, moons,” Sirius said quietly.

“I think you mean we’ve got covid. Let’s be real.” Remus groaned, “I wanted to go to the beach.”

“We’re here for two weeks, we’ll be able to go to the beach at some point.” Sirius perched next to him on the bed and pushed his hair back off his clammy forehead. “This time next week, we’ll be fine.”

Remus scoffed, “Speak for yourself.”

“Nah you’ll be fine. You’ve got me to look after you.” Remus smiled up at him sleepily and Sirius’s stomach did a flip. Oh, this was bad.

[jaebird88]

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck... Good try, Travis 😭

[psychicvoidtale]

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 SOOOOOOOOOOO CUTE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

I pointed out in a Discord GC that baby Teutates is swaddled in his own hair and then a moot said he was just born with long ass hair so it's something alright

Also just because I drew Baby Teutates I ought to add more

Like father like son fr

[joelscruff]

WHAT

THE

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

oh my god. oh my god this is incredible are you kidding me??????????? WHAT?????? IM SPEECHLESS IDEK WHAT TO SAY????? WHAT THE FUCK???????

I am so honored that you would draw this oh my god. thank you. this is amazing. you are amazing.

IM SHOOK TO MY CORE RN😭😭😭😭😭

Pk, so I’ve been so pathologically obsessed with @joelscruff FOF Joel that I had to do this shitty sketch even if I suck at illustrations because I needed them to be materialized in some way, not just be a filthy concept in my head. So, here you go, girl! Thanks for writing this slutty cunty filthy unholy story with our favourite HOG and for making our pussies happier than ever.

Also, if anyone see this, please go check this masterpiece by @joelscruff ♥️♥️♥️

[sparklingnight02]

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK I LOVE HER EXPRESSION IN THAT LAST ONE!!! 😭😭😭 SHE'S SO FUCKING CUTE!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Study of the wife that I’ve been putting off posting because the hair highlights got muddy

Might still go back and fix it

[switchbladedreamz]

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck I love this so much 🥺😭

Warm Showers

Rick Flag x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: nakedness but no sexual actions, injuries

Author’s Note: Just soft fluffy Flag because it’s what he deserved <3 (also to make up for yesterday’s post lol) I hope you enjoy!

Requested: by anon, could i please request a fic of rick coming home from a dangerous mission and reuniting with him or something?? it can really be anything i would just love a ton of fluffy soft shit bc i’m still upset over his fate lol. Thanks!!

Summary: the request!

Genre: fluff

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

You ran your hand through your hair and looked up at the incoming helicopter. You wondered how many people had made it back this time. It had been a tough one. The rendezvous point had to be changed multiple times and even then it was tough to get a landing point. You had offered to go yourself but Waller wanted you waiting back at base for everyone. You could do a quick headcount and assess everyone's injury.

The helicopter landed and the blades slowed to a stop. You rushed up as soon as it was safe, checking to see if you saw a familiar face. You were looking for Rick. No matter how easy the mission, you always got nervous at this point.

What if you were standing on that landing pad and he didn’t come off that helicopter?

Thankfully though this time, he was the first one off. You jogged up to him and he kissed you quickly before turning back to his team.

“Good to see you,” you said with a small smile.

“You have no idea how good it is to see you,” he breathed.

You stood on the other side of the door and both of you helped everyone down. You climbed in afterwards, checking to make sure no one had been left behind.

Then you hopped off and walked beside Rick back inside. You looked him over, hand trailing down his arm as you looked with a curious eye. He smiled weakly at you.

“I’m alright,” he promised. You shook your head, finger grazing a scratch on his arm.

“You were hurt.”

“Barely. You really should check on everyone else, they got it worse than I did.” You probably should. You stopped once you got inside and grabbed his hand. He met your eyes.

“Go do your briefing and then I’ll meet you at the car. I’m giving you the rest of the day off.”

“How generous,” he joked. You rolled your eyes and walked back to where everyone else had been ushered to.

===

You pulled into your shared home about an hour later. Your arm was resting on the compartment between the drivers and passengers seat. Rick was resting his head on your arm. It had gone completely numb but his breathing had steadied. You almost didn’t have the heart to wake him to go inside. You looked down at his sleeping face and brushed his hair back with your free hand. He stirred a bit, blinking quickly. He looked up and met your eyes.

You smiled warmly.

“Mornin handsome,” you whispered. He smiled and sat up, stretching.

“We home?”

“Yes sir.” You opened your door and stepped outside. He followed closely behind, rubbing the crick in his neck as you went up to the door. You tossed your keys aside. Rick yawned.

“I’m gonna shower. Get out of these damn clothes.” He was still wearing his tactical gear. He had left all the weapons at base though. Still, he was covered in grime and blood. You were pretty sure it wasn’t his but you couldn’t be sure until he stripped. He was so dirty that the arm he was resting on was covered with specks of dirt.

“I’ll be in there in a minute,” you said. “You want me to grab you a beer?” He kissed your forehead before turning to the bathroom.

“You’re a Godsend woman.” You rolled your eyes. You grabbed both of you a change of clothes, something comfier. You grabbed Rick a cold beer and brought all of that to the bathroom. The shower was already on and steam had started to collect on the mirror. Your muddy reflection stared back at you as you placed everything down.

Rick moved the shower curtain aside.

“Everything okay?” you asked quietly. He washed the water out of his face.

“There’s a lot of room in here,” he said offhandedly. You scoffed.

“Alright. Move over.”

You took off your shirt with ease, tossing it in the wastebasket. You could hear Rick’s breathing behind the curtain. It was nice to hear him again. After getting the rest of your clothes off you slipped inside the shower. Rick was facing away from the water stream so he was getting most of it on his back. You didn’t mind. You were getting the spray off his body.

You put your hands on his upper right arm. He had a nasty gash there. “I told you you got hurt,” you muttered over the sound of water. He looked down like he just noticed it was there.

“I didn’t even feel it.”

“I’ll bandage it when we get out,” you promised. He watched your face. You slowly started to clean away the dried blood on him and he just stared at you in wonder. You had always stayed by his side. Even through this whole stupid Suicide Squad idea. You had loved him through his anger, through every mission where you worried, every bullet graze and stab.

He was just glad to be back home with you.

He put his arms around you wordlessly. Your eyes went wide and then you rested your hands on his back. You traced all his scars silently as he buried his face in your shoulder. You were getting the front of the water stream now but you just closed your eyes tightly, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Mm love you,” he muttered. You smiled a bit.

“I love you too. But there’s water in my eyes.” He pulled away quickly, chuckling quietly. He cupped your face and brushed the water out of your eyes with his thumb. You laughed together for a moment. He let the lukewarm water wash the mission away for a couple more seconds before turning it off.

====

You sat on your bed together, a bandage in your hand alongside some tissues. Rick had the beer in his hands and he wrapped his lips around it, jugging the last of it.

“There you go. Hopefully it heals soon,” you said, putting down the medical things on the bedside table.

“With your handiwork? It’ll be good as new in no time,” he said happily. He turned around to you and put your lips to his gently. You brushed a hand through his damp hair and pulled away.

“G’night Rick.” He wanted to protest but his droopy eyes betrayed him. He nodded a bit and moved the blankets on top of him.

He moved so that he was laying on your chest with his arm draped around you. You held him closely and kissed his hair. You would wake up with a damp spot on your shirt but you didn’t mind.

“Goodnight darlin.”