#medic!! medic! this cold it getting worse! what have you done... XD lol

[bleue-flora]

The kids all getting scattered when they arrived into the dsmp so C!Dream is rushing to collect them all and bring them to the arctic by following the pings of unknown player around the world

(P!Dream loves going to get the kids. C!Dream runs so so so fast he feels like he's flying when he carries him on his back and then they have a cool super hero moment when they find whoever they were hunting for :D)

He gets most of them but since the kids spawned neat their counterparts the rest of the server arranges a quick emergency meeting at the community house to figure out wtf and also where the rest of the kids they didn't find are

(C!Dream goes and takes only P!Dream because he refuses to stay behind but also makes a very good point that the other kids will trust C!Dream a lot more if he's with him. P!Punz and P!Philza are left in change, much to the offense of C!Philza)

Anyway. C!Dream just standing ominously in the corner of the room with P!Dream hidden under his cape and all the kids do the typical "Ooohhhh! Ominous figure!! Cool!!!" And immediately want to talk to him, specially since he looks like P!Dream (extra happy surprise when P!Dream does peek out of the cape) and C!Dream seems to be the only adult who is not weirdly tense (conceal, dont feel, don't let them know /ref)

C!Tommy's great visible offense that little him think C!Dream is cooler

Also I think you got me sick but it mutated in my head and I gave it back to you

Idk waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa *is sent flying like team rocket*

So like while c!Techno, c!Phil, p!Phil (16), p!Wilbur (13) and the other 13 and older kids (not fully decided on who) work on healing c!Dream while p!Dream keeps are eye on everyone else in c!Philza's house in the meantime. p!Tommy, p!Quackity, and p!Sapnap get bored playing hide and seek in the old man's house and start suggesting they go out and explore. They are so excited about the snow and what the Big Innit Hotel, Kinoko kingdom and Las Nevadas look like. p!Dream says no and that it's a bad idea, with p!Sam listing out all the things that could go wrong and dangers. They seem to drop it but in the next round instead of hiding they sneak out while p!Dream is counting, bringing p!Karl and p!Tubbo with them and p!Ranboo joins last minute too, not wanting to be left out, pulling p!Techno along too. After p!Dream has officially searched everywhere (the kids do not have a way to see the achievements going off), he determines that they must have run off anyways. On one hand he wants to go after them, p!Sam even offers to watch them, but on the other he needs to watch the kids who stayed, who beg him to stay because they are scared (mostly the little ones). Some of them feel annoyed that the others are having all the fun and sneak out when p!Dream isn't looking.

Scared to disturb, anger or annoy the adults while they are upset and doing secret things or whatever, p!Dream doesn't inform them that he lost half of the kids. He just tries to keep everyone left safe and entertained, resigned to the fact that when the adults do find out, he's in for it. p!Punz and p!Sam try to convince p!Dream that he won't be alone and they'll be his shield if then need to, p!Dream smiles but insists that it's his fault and makes them pinky promise to hide and keep the others safe.

When the adults finally let them back in the cabin to meet c!Dream and they find out about the missing kids, c!Dream is immediately outraged - "Wait, What?! You left a bunch of kids alone in the cabin with no one watching them?! What the hell is wrong with you?!" - but to p!Dream's utmost surprise it's not directed at him but at c!Techno and c!Phil, who clench their jaws and swallow their excuse of - 'you were kinda bleeding out, it was all hands on deck. We didn't have time to find a proper babysitter. Sorry for saving your life I guess...'

After getting filled in on the kiddo situation, c!Dream imediately gears up to go after the kids, to c!Phil and c!Techno's dismay, who highlight that c!Dream is enemy number one and everyone is currently trying to kill him. p!Sam points out that everyone trusts p!Dream so he should be the one to go, to which the adults are like well not on your own. p!Dream, a little scared of p!Techno and p!Phil, insists that he'll only go with c!Dream. c!Dream smirks at the kid in approval and tells c!Techno and c!Phil to call a meeting at the community house to inform the others on the kids situation, (especially since as they pointed out, no one's gonna listen to c!Dream they'll just show up to kill him) specifically the missing kids. (c!Dream's not saying the members are gonna stab the kids running around but.... he also wouldn't put it past them. Better safe than sorry and maybe some of them already know where the kids are).

Things follow as you said - p!Dream has his superhero moment, and they find a fair amount of kids before the meeting. p!Punz at first insists on going with the Dreams to search but p!Dream insists he needs someone he trusts to watch over everyone while he's gone, so he stays with p!Phil to watch over them, while everyone is gone p!Wilbur of course starts a snowball fight and all the kids safe in the artic break out into a cold and snowy war. p!Sam makes all that come inside after hot chocolate to warm them up. :)

The found kids end up brought to the meeting for safe keeping when everyone requests c!Dream show up to give them answers instead of getting everyone back to the cabin. The kids brought by some of the other members who found them wandering around love ominous c!Dream standing in the corner with his side kick under his cape lol. ;) Members like c!Puffy are kinda hurt that the kids don't gravitate towards her. c!Tommy brings in little p!Tubbo he found lost on the prime path somehow separated from the others, and upon seeing c!Dream in the room, he tries to insist that p!Tubbo stand behind him and that he'll protect him, but to c!Tommy's utter horror and offense, immediately p!Tubbo runs and hugs c!Dream, using the cape to dry his tears...

[ak47stylegirl]

Sick Days: Chapter 10

Well this wasn’t the fic chapter I was expecting to post tonight 😅 but here we are lol😂 I hope you guys enjoy this XD (Alan sure isn’t lol 😂 The poor kid is sick 🤒) Also the artwork is one I did earlier this year.  

The rest of the chapters 

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Scott's pov 

He quietly nudged open Alan's bedroom door with his elbow, Alan's dinner sitting on a dinner tray in his hands. It was definitely a challenge not to spill any of the hot soup because sheesh, Virgil had filled the bowl up to the brim.

The sun had gone down a long time ago, the darkness of night setting in, causing Alan's room to be submerged in darkness. He could just make out the silhouette of Alan laying on the bed, the little rocket night-light next to the bed illuminating his baby brother. 

He could also see every little tremor that shook Alan's core, and he could hear every hitched and wheezy breath clearly, every sniffle and cough that Alan made, he could hear loud and clear. 

It absolutely broke his heart…

But even though the night-light illuminated Alan and the room enough that it wasn't pitch black, it was still dark and he couldn't see the floor very clearly. The risk of walking blindly into a seven years old's room; especially with a bowl of hot soup in his hands, was too high of a risk, even for him. 

Because anybody that has raised young children or been around young children a lot would know just how much kids loved to leave stuff scattered all across their bedroom floors for unexpecting adults to nearly trip over or step on. 

So it was with much regret that he had to turn Alan's ceiling light on, flooding the room with light. Much to the dismay of his baby brother, who cried out in pain at the sudden change of lighting and buried his head under his blanket. 

He grimaced, nudging Alan's bedroom door closed behind him, "Sorry, sweetie..." He apologised as he made his way over to Alan's bed, stepping around discarded toys that he would have surely tripped over if he didn't have the ceiling light on right now. 

"I'm going to turn the ceiling light off in just a moment, okay?" He lowered the dinner tray down onto the bedside table. 

Alan just whimpered in pure misery, a pair of feverish blue eyes peeking out from under the blanket. Alan's bed was covered in a blanket of dirty tissues; he thought with a concerned frown as he switched the bedside lamp on. 

And the bucket beside the bed wasn't much better, tissues overflowing onto the floor, he thought as he made his way back over to the ceiling light switch, flicking it off. The room darkened quite a bit but not to the point where he couldn't see where he was walking. The bedside lamp had a softer glow than the ceiling light, which should be much gentler on Alan's eyes. 

At least he hoped so; he thought with a worried frown as he walked back over to his baby brother, whose head was still buried under his blanket. He sat down on the edge of the bed, laying his hand lightly Alan's shoulder. "Sweetie, the light is off, you can come out now…" 

Alan hesitantly removed his blanket from his head, blinking up at him with a feverish pout. "Is that better? The light not hurting your eyes anymore, is it?" He asked gently, laying the back of his hand against Alan's flushed cheek.

It was warm to the touch...  

Alan looked at him for a moment before weakly nodding his head, his eyes flickering close briefly as Alan groaned, his face scrunching up in discomfort. "I...I don't feel well…" Alan sniffled damply, looking up at him with watery, bloodshot eyes. 

"B-By h-" Alan broke off to cough harshly into his pillow a couple of times, his chest rattling with each cough, "-b-by head really h-hurts…" Alan finished with a stuffy groan and whimper.

"Oh baby, shhh I know..." He ran his hand gently through Alan's hair, letting his hand linger against Alan's forehead for a moment. (The forehead felt even hotter somehow...) "I know you don’t feel well…" 

Alan sniffled. 

He sighed softly, glazing over at the hot soup on the bedside table "Come on, It's time to sit up a bit, okay?" He gently slipped his hands under Alan's armpits, taking hold of the kid's torso and gently lifted him up into a sitting position; fixing Alan's pillows accordingly. "It's dinner time.." 

Alan watched him with a sickly glaze, looking so sick and feverish; his flushed cheeks seeming even more apparent now; his nose visibly swollen and red, thick gunky snot oozing out of it. 

He grimaced at the sight, grabbing a tissue, "But first I need to give you your medication, okay?" He explained as he gently dabbed away the moisture under Alan's nose. 

Alan nodded with a little groan, slumping slightly against his pillow, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes. 

His eyebrows furrowed as he ran his hand through Alan's hair, letting his hand wander down to Alan's feverishly warm cheek; watching as Alan closed his eyes and leaned into his touch. 

Alan whimpered as he pulled his hand away, looking up at him with a pout. He signed sadly as he opened Alan's medicine and poured a measured amount into a little cup. 

"One big gulp and it's all over, okay?" He comforted as he handed Alan the little cup; which his baby brother took reluctantly, holding it like it was a snake wanting to bite him. And maybe for a seven-year-old, a foul-tasting medicine was akin to a snake. 

But what Alan was currently feeling must have been worse because Alan swallowed it in one go, without needing any more encouragement from him. Which was a worrying surprise as it told him just how sick Alan was feeling...

Usually, he would have to encourage Alan a bit more before he would take his medicine, he thought as he took the empty medicine cup and handed his baby brother a bottle of water. 

But this time, he barely had to say anything…This cold really was a bad one, wasn't it? He thought with a frown, running his hand through Alan's hair as his baby brother took a couple of small slips from his water bottle. 

Alan stops drinking abruptly, lowering his water bottle just before a massive sneeze burst out of him; stray going everywhere as Alan didn't have time to cover properly. That surprise sneeze was followed by another, this time into Alan's hand, and that sneeze was followed by another…

And another...

He gently slipped the water bottle out of Alan's hands as Alan continued to sneeze, each time getting wetter and more out of control; his baby brother sounding more congested every single second. 

Alan's head collapsed back against his headrest with a weak groan once the fit was over, the poor kid looking beyond miserable and exhausted, little tear lines running down his cheeks. And Alan's nose was even redder than it had been, looking mighty irritated and sore; thick gunk oozing out from it all the way down passed Alan's chin, running like a faucet on full power. 

"Oh, baby..." He grimaced softly as he reached for a couple of tissues, taking one and gently wiping under Alan's nose, causing Alan to whimper slightly; his nose flaring at the irritation of the tissue running across his nostrils. 

He paused briefly what he was doing, waiting for a second to see if Alan was going to sneeze or not. 

And with how irritated Alan's nose had been; he wasn't really surprised when Alan lurched forward, sneezing into the tissue he was holding over the kid's nose, soaking the tissue through thoroughly. 

He wiped up the moisture from the last sneeze the best he could with the socked tissue, "Your nose really isn't your friend today, is it?" He mused softly as he threw the soaked tissue into the overflowing bucket, wiping the excess moisture off onto his pants. 

Alan nodded with a congested sniffle, his head collapsing backwards against his pillow. He sighed as he gently lifted Alan's hand and wiped it clean as well, throwing the dirty tissues into the bucket by the bed. 

He really needed to clean that out soon, he thought, looking down at the bucket with a frown; before turning his attention back to Alan, who's nose had already started to fill up again. And was beginning to run as well, causing Alan to sniffle and rub roughly at his nostrils; which crackled with moisture as the kid tried to stop the flow of his misbehaving nose. 

"Oh kiddo, come here.." He grabbed one more tissue and gently titled Alan's head up slightly, holding the tissue over Alan's nose, "Give me a big strong blow.." 

Alan sniffled, looking up at him with glazed over feverish eyes before blowing to the tissue; his nose still very congested and leaky as he pulled away. 

He frowned, grabbing another tissue, "one more, kiddo…" 

Alan groaned weakly before blowing into the tissue with a wet honk, soaking the tissue beyond use but that last blow seemed to have done the trick; Alan's nose stopping its assault for the moment.

"That's a good boy.." He whispered, laying a little kiss on Alan's forehead as he threw the dirty tissue into the bucket. "Now, I want to take your temperature, but after that, we can get some food into you, okay?" He smiled softly at Alan, his eyes filled with a tenderness reserved for his little brothers. "Virgil made your favourite, chicken and corn soup.." 

Alan paled slightly.

"Do I have to eat?" Alan groaned, rubbing at his wet and irritated eyes with his fist, looking up at him "I Don't...I don't feel good; I'm not hungry…"

He frowned, worry blossoming in his stomach as he grabbed the thermometer off the bedside table. It wasn't like Alan to deny Virgil's chicken and corn soup. "Alan, you need to eat your dinner..."  

"But...but my tummy hurts..." 

"I'm sorry, but this isn't up for debate sweetheart…" he stroked Alan's hair back tenderly, slipping the thermometer under Alan's tongue. "You barely ate anything today, and what you have you've thrown up… I'm not letting you skip dinner..." 

The teary-eyed pout Alan gave him was made even more heartbreaking by the thermometer sticking out of the kid's mouth, causing Alan to look so miserable and sick.

He couldn't help but pull Alan into a quick hug. "Sweetie, I'm only looking out for you.." he sighed, laying a gentle kiss to the side of Alan's head; pulling away as the thermometer beeped. 

He sighed, frowning at the results. Alan's fever had gone up a bit since he last took the kid's temperature, not by much but still…

He would prefer his baby brother to not have a fever at all, he thought with a sigh, putting the thermometer back down on the table. He glanced over at Alan to find that the kid had slipped down his pillow a bit, his arms crossed in a pout as he stared off into the distance unseeingly.

He sighed softly, "Allie...come on, sit up, sweetheart.." He reached forward and gently lifted his baby brother up a bit; causing Alan to grumble and groan at him. He frowned, "I know you're not feeling well, but please cooperate with me, kiddo..." 

Alan bit his bottom lip as he looked up at him, blue eyes shining with moisture; red-rimmed around the edges and cloudy with fever. It was evident to him if he pushed too hard or sounded in any way mad; that Alan would one hundred per cent start crying...

He sighed for what felt like the hundredth time today, "I just want you to eat a little bit of your dinner, okay?" He explained as gently as he could, placing the dinner tray on Alan's lap, "You can't get better if you don't eat sweetie..." 

There was visible steam coming up from the soup, which made Alan shake his head and scrunched his nose up, the steam shifting something in Alan's sinuses…

And before long, Alan started to hitch and gasp, his eyes watering immensely as he desperately reached for a tissue. Grabbing one just as he lost all control; a multiple of five powerful sneezes bursting out of Alan, barely giving the kid time to recover before the next one hit. 

Alan was left shivering and shaking; all the colour having drained from Alan's cheeks, leaving him even paler than he originally had been. 

"Oh, sweetheart..." he sighed softly, brushing Alan's hair back with his hand. 

Alan made a sound that was in between a groan and whimper as he looked up at him; his nose shining red with moisture. "I...I don't feel-" Alan coughed harshly into his elbow, "-ugh..feel good.." 

He frowned, his heart just breaking and aching so badly for his little brother, "I know, baby.." He comforted, his eyes crinkling with worry as he grabbed a fresh tissue, "I know..."

He gently mopped up the excess moisture under Alan's nose, being careful not to irritate Alan's sore nostrils further. Alan's nose had started to drip and run; full to the brim with snot. 

He sighed, holding the tissue over Alan's nose. "Blow, kiddo.." 

Alan blew into the tissue, sounding very much like a stuffed up, water clogged foghorn. He frowned, throwing the used tissue away. His poor baby...

Alan sniffled, roughly rubbing his nose as he stared down at his dinner; baby blue eyes foggy with illness. "Stars?" Alan croaked, coughing slightly as he picked up one of the croutons. 

His eyes softened, "Yeah, I made them just for you, kiddo.." He smiled softly, running his hand through Alan's hair. "Because I know how much you like them. I even made a rocket…" He pointed to the crooked triangle shape-ish crouton, laughing slightly at his attempt. "At least I tried too.." 

"Oh…" Alan mumbled with a wet little sniffle. 

His smile slipped slightly as he watched Alan put the crouton down and continue to just stare at his food, not moving to eat any of it. 

"Allie, come on…" He sighed as he grabbed the spoon off the tray and scooped up a bit of soup, gently blowing on it before he brought it up to Alan's mouth; which Alan reluctantly opened after a second. "I just want you to eat a little bit, that's all I'm asking…" 

He continued to feed Alan a couple of more spoonfuls, Alan slowly getting more willing to eat after each new spoonful, a little bit of colour returning to Alan's cheeks. "You think you can finish the rest while I clean up your room a bit kiddo?" He turned the spoon handle towards Alan, holding it out for Alan to take. 

Alan nodded with a little sniffle, taking the spoon and scooping up a bit of the soup, taking a small sip. Alan's hand wasn't as steady as his had been, causing some of the soup to dribble down his chin, and drop onto his pyjama top. 

But that didn't really bother him; he was just happy that his little brother was eating, he thought with a small smile. He leaned forward and placed a light kiss on the tip of Alan's forehead, softly whispering "Good boy…" as he stood up.

Now onto the not so fun stuff, he thought with a grimace as he looked at the mess that was Alan's room, toys littered all over the floor and tissues overflowing from the bed and bucket/bin. Not that any of this was fun, he thought with a sigh, his eyes shifting to his sick little brother. 

Toys or tissues? He thought, quickly deciding to deal with the tissues last as that would be the messiest job, seeing as the bin was already overflowing, and there looked to be half a bucket worth of tissues on the bed as well. 

He was halfway through cleaning up Alan's toys when he heard the sound of Alan starting to cough. "You're okay kiddo?" He asked, concerned, watching as Alan nodded, spluttering into his arm. 

He frowned, before turning back to his task at hand, but he could not stop himself from glancing over at Alan every so often, worry churning in his stomach. He chucked the last toy into Alan's toy box and closed the lid, stretching slightly, his back hurting from bending over so much. 

Who knew Alan had that many toys? No wonder he always tripped on them, there were so many… now those tissues, he thought with a frown, looking at the overflowing bin. He's going to need a rubbish bag from the kitchen...

"S-Scotty?" Alan asked weakly with a damp sniffle, looking at him with wet bloodshot eyes, “Where're you going?" 

"I'm just going to get a rubbish bag for those tissues, sweetheart.." He smiled softly at Alan, his hand resting on the door handle. "I'll be right back; you just continue eating, okay?" 

"Oh…" Alan sniffled with a little nod. "Okay…"

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He emptied the bucket full of used tissue into the black rubbish bag, before gently stroking the ones that were on the bed into the bag as well, some falling onto the floor, joining the other ones on the floor. 

"You sure know how to go through tissues kiddo…" He sighed softly, trying to make light of the situation as he bent down and picked up the last couple of tissues. "You're going to need another tissue box at this rate…" 

"S-Sorry.." Alan mumbled weakly, slumped into his pillow, dinner tray discarded on the bedside table. "I-I don't m-mea-" Alan sneezed into his hand, launching forward before collapsing back down with a misery filled groan, wrapping his arms around his middle. 

"Oh Allie, it's not your fault, I was only joking..." He comforted as he sat down on the edge of the bed with a sad look in his eyes. He stroked Alan's fringe to the side, letting his hand linger. "This cold is just being very terrible to you, isn't it?" 

Alan nodded, his eyes getting more misty and wet. "It's just k-keeps getting worse…" Alan's voice creaked, his bottom lip starting to shake and tremble. A tear slipped down Alan's cheek, followed by a couple more. 

Alan gasped breathlessly, rubbing his eye with his fist, trying to stop the flow but being unsuccessful as more tears started to make strong, powerful rivers down his cheeks. 

"Oh baby, come here…" He scooted closer to Alan, wrapping his arms around his baby brother in a comforting hug. Alan latched onto him with a little sob, burying his face into his side, his little fists desperately grasping his shirt tightly. 

"Shhh, I'm here... I'm here, shhh, it's alright..." he whispered, gently stroking the back of Alan's head, his eyes filled with sadness and heartfelt pain. 

Because he knew that this was just the first day of this horrible cold, and he knew that in the next couple of days, Alan was going to worsen. 

The first day was only the teaser to the cold that would follow, and seeing how bad today had been for Alan, he was significantly worried. It was only going to get worse from here on out…

He sighed, leaning his cheek gently on the top of Alan's head. "I know it seems like it's getting worse and maybe it is, but that's why I got you booked in for a doctors appointment tomorrow sweetheart..." 

To make sure this was just a cold…

Alan looked up at him, his eyes wide and vulnerable, making a sound between a whine and a sob. "I...I don't want to g-go out tomorrow, I...I feel too...too sick!" 

His eyebrows pinched together in pain as he looked down at Alan, his eyes soft but filled with so much worry and pain. "Baby, sometimes there are just things we have to do; it doesn't matter if we want to do them or not..." 

More tears fell down Alan's cheeks. 

He sighed deeply, "It will be worth it, I promise…" He caressed Alan's cheek, running his thumb gently across the bottom of Alan's eye, catching a couple of tears. 

All the crying had caused Alan's nose to start running again, thick gunky snot oozing out onto Alan's reddening top lip. 

He reached for a tissue and gently wiped Alan's nose and upper lip, grimacing slightly as Alan whimpered in pain, the soft tissue starting to feel like sandpaper to Alan's sore nose. 

He sighed, throwing the tissue away and bringing Alan close once again, his baby brother's head collapsing against his chest, the medicine starting to kick in, making Alan one tired little boy. 

One tired little boy indeed, he thought, looking down at Alan, who's tears had dried up and who was now looking thoroughly drained. "Come on; I think it's time you get some rest-"

"Hey, guys!" Gordon opened Alan's door with a bang, causing Alan to jump in fright. "We're putting a movie on! I was wondering if Alan wanted to join?!" Gordon asked, his eyes wide with excitement. 

He could hear Virgil yelling from the living room 'I told you not to disturb them, Gordon! Get back in here!' He blinked in surprise for a second before frowning, rubbing the bridge of his nose with a tired sigh.

"Gordon, I'm trying to get Alan to sleep here…" He explained quietly, his hand running up and down Alan's back in an effort to soothe Alan after the momentary fright he had gotten from Gordon bragging in unexpectedly. 

At least Gordon had the decency to look embarrassed, rubbing his neck sheepishly. "I...yeah, um sorry, I just…" Gordon looked down at the floor, rubbing the sole of his shoe into the carpet. "I...I just thought I should offer, you know? I thought it would; I don't know, maybe cheer Allie up a bit or something?" 

His eyes softened slightly, his frown turning into a tired smile. "Maybe another time, Gordy, okay?" He suggested as Alan's eyes started to flicker close, the soothing rubbing motion of his hand easing Alan to sleep. "Allie needs his sleep, but I'll join you in a moment, okay?" 

Gordon nodded, looking a lot more timid than he did when he first entered the room, "Okay, sure..." Gordon turned to leave. 

"Hey Gordon, one more thing!" he called, causing Gordon to pause and look at him. He smiled softly, "it better not be another sea life documentary again…" 

Gordon's eyes lit up, "Aww but sea life documentaries are so fun to watch, don't you know that Scotty..." Gordon grinned cheekily at him, quickly disappearing down the hallway. 

He chuckled, glad to see Gordon back to his normal self. The fish may frustrate him at times, but he couldn't stand to see him down and not his upbeat self. 

He turned his attention back to Alan, finding his baby brother on the edge of sleep. He smiled softly at the sight as he slowly and gently shifted Alan into a sleeping position, fixing the kid's pillow with one hand, the other supporting his sleepy baby brother. 

He silently moved off the bed. 

"Jeffy.." Alan muttered softly, reaching out blindly, unable to keep his eyes open much. "Want...want Jeffy.." 

Jeffy was Alan's beloved teddy bear. The kid had found it when he was around four years old and hurting from their parents' deaths. He had been against being it home at first as it had been incredibly dirty and broken, missing most of its stuffing. 

He had no clue where it had been or what it had touched, so it wasn't rocket science to realise why he didn't want his baby brother anywhere near it. Any well-meaning guardian/parent would react with the same concerns. 

But Alan had already gotten attached, and no amount of reasoning was going to change his mind. He remembers those tear-filled eyes that had looked up at him and sobbed, 'I don't want him to end up like mummy and daddy..' 

So it goes without saying that broke him, and he gave in; letting Alan keep the teddy bear on the condition that they were going to wash it and fix it up before he could play with it. Alan had stood in front of the washing door the whole time it was in there, refusing to let Jeffy out of his sight. 

Even when they were sewing the patches on, Alan had insisted on supervising the process, sitting on Virgil's lap as he sewed the bear back together. It was a very much beloved bear…

(And when it had gotten lost for a week after they had first moved to the new house, Alan had been inconsolable...) 

He smiled softly as he spotted said bear, it had fallen between the bed and side table. "Shhh, he's right here, baby…" he whispered, handing Alan his teddy bear. 

The second the teddy was in Alan's arms, it was snuggled close to his chest as Alan rolled onto his side. He grabbed the blanket and brought it up to Alan's neck, carefully tucking his baby brother in.  

"Sweet dreams, Allie…" He lightly kissed Alan's temple, gently stroking Alan's hair out of the way. "I hope you feel better in the morning…" He silently picked up the dinner tray and flicked off the lamp, making his way out of the room. 

He paused at the door, taking one last look at Alan before leaving, closing the door behind him. 

[second-chance-stray]

RP Log: Rising is sick, and Cravs won’t have it.

Cravendy Hound is busy moving all sorts of wooden furniture from her room to a series of boxes that litter the company foyer. It’s hard work, and something that demands her full attention until the task is done. She wipes her forehead free of sweat with the back of her hand. Finally, it was quiet again...and in that silence, perhaps there were subtle things that Cravs would now notice?

Rising Lotus at some point during Cravs moving everything back and forth, Rising had slipped through,  groaning a bit as she was still looking quite ill. She climbed the stairs to get herself some water, groggy curses coming from her mouth as most of the grub was moved up there some time ago. As she made her way to the bottom of the stairs, she leaned against the banister, watching Cravs move the stuff for quite a while, she didn't want to hold her up as she shambled back to her room.

Cravendy Hound: “Eh? Well, if it ain’t the flyin’ flower ‘erself.” Cravs claps her hands together in order to get the last bit of dust off of them, and then quickly jogs over before Rising is able to make it back to her room. Closer now, she’s able to see how much of a mess the other woman is. Clearly sick, and clearly suffering. Cravs stops in her tracks. “Oi bugger, ye look like shite...don’t tell me yer still sick?”

Rising Lotus cocked her head a bit as she was addressed. "Flyin'...oh, I get it." she let out a weak chuckle that turned into cough. "Yeah I guess so... don't usually get hit this...." her hand twirled as she tried to think of the word "Hard..? Ugh." sniffling, she ran her hand over her hair to try and unmess it up. "I'm at least able to walk about a bit now, was sleepin' all day first day."

(Cravendy Hound) I don't know what's worse. When it rains after snow and everything's gross slush, or after when the water freezes, forming ice/snow. And then everyone starts slipping, people + cars both D:< )) (Rising Lotus) The worst part is people that live in it for years that forget how to drive in it the second it starts up again. Also you really got me with Flying Flower x3))

Cravendy Hound crosses her arms with a frown, feeling somewhat responsible. If she had brought an umbrella, or hadn’t insisted on going fishing that day, then none of this would’ve happened. In fact, wasn’t Rising there when they were fighting the Dodo at Dirtpatch?! A judgement forms in Crav’s head...that Rising is just going to get worse if left to her own devices. Cravs shakes her head in concern. “What are ye dealin’ with? Fever, chills, a cough...?”

Rising Lotus nodded slowly after each symptom Cravs listed off "Aye..sneezin' an' uh... head feelin'..." bringing her hand close, she'd pull them apart with her fingers extending "Jus', ya know...pressure-y. Got some things to help with it, jus' still takin' awhile to get uh... " she brought her hand up to rub her temple "all better I guess. Ugh.."

(Cravendy Hound) hope it wasn't too confusing xD ))   (Rising Lotus) It was something where I read it and got it, then it got funnier and cuter the more I started thinking it over lol)) (Cravendy Hound) well here comes more blisteringly sweet stuff xD ))

Cravendy Hound: “Stop figetin’ for a sec, will ye?” Without thinking, Cravs lifts the hair that usually covers her face, and gets close to touch foreheads with Rising. She stays like this for a second, then pulls back looking angier than before. “Bloody scrag, ‘ow are ye even standin’ right now? Yer burning up. Come on, let’s get ye into a bed afore ye set the stairs on fire with that fever of yers.”

Cravendy Hound grabs Rising’s wrist and, while attempting to drag the other woman along, makes a beeline towards the clinic. It’s during this time that her actions begin to catch up in her mind. Damnit, old habits die hard. As soon as she could, she’d have to explain...that.

(Cravendy Hound) it's something my mom used to do w/ me :D )) (Cravendy Hound) ALSO Cravs def sees Rising like a lil sis (which she pretty much sees everyone as) but I'll throw wood onto the proverbial fire for potential goofy hijinks ))

Rising Lotus 's eyes went wide as Cravs was so suddenly touching foreheads with her, frozen as she wasn't quite sure how to react to, whatever was happening. "W-what are..." despite her paleness, there was the smallest tinge of red in her cheeks as Cravs pulled away. "O-oh...That's...huh." still processing, she was easily dragged along to wherever Cravs was taking her. As she watched her door pass by she started to weakly protest. "You don't have to toss me in there...don't want to be..." she lifted her arm to cough into her sleeve " a bother to people actually needin' the, the help."

(Cravendy Hound) ahhaha )) (Cravendy Hound) o we can move to the actual clinic. It looks super cool :> )) (Rising Lotus) Also that was super cute xD and it'll be good for Rising to have someone like that! Hasn't been close in anyone for while since her wife left))

Cravendy Hound chuckles at Rising’s weak protests. “This place is exactly for people like ye!” Cravs tugs her to the corner, and then sets her down on the bed. “Now, lie down ‘ere, and don’t move.” She commands, and then heads off to search the medical cabinets for anything that might help alleviate her friend’s symptoms. After some rummaging, she first comes back with a small hand towel, soaking in a bowl of cool water.

Cravendy Hound - As she lifts her sleeves and gets the towel ready, she rambles on absentmindedly. “I used to do this all the time for my little sis. She was always catchin’ colds and doin’ otherwise dumb shite...stupidly brave, she was.” Cravs pauses for a second, and then grimaces. “S-so that’s what the ‘ead bump was about! Er. Sorry. Probably crossed a line there.”

Rising Lotus plopped down onto the bed, groaning a bit as Cravs ordered her to lay down. She did it of course, but if her friend would ask it would because she wanted to. "You don't have to do all this ya know..." she sounded a bit sheepish "I can...probably.." considering how many days she was out maybe this was the proper course of action. A weak scowl escaped her lips "Gods damn it, we ain't known each other long enough for ya to see me in such a pitiful state." she rested her hand on her forehead >

Rising Lotus: Before dragging it down her face. Crav's explaining the forehead bopping did cause her to smirk though. "O-okay... d-don't do that to a girl without some warnin'..my ma always jus' used her hand back in the day."

Cravendy Hound awkwardly laughs in response. “I wasn’t thinkin’, but yeah. Yer right, yer right....” Memories of similarly awkward misunderstandings bubble to the surface, one after the other like a chain reaction. Cravs becomes as stiff as a board as she recalls a particularly embarrassing moment, one that made it all the way to the bedroom before she realized what was going on.

Cravendy Hound ‘s face slowly becomes beet red as the conversation that followed, terrible and idiotic, plays word for word back to her in her head. As her captain had always told her...she was as perceptive as a log when it came to things of that nature. Cravs abruptly clears her throat.

Cravendy Hound: “We’re both fighters. Nothin’ to be ashamed of. For every battle, there’s recovery.” She then presents the folded towel, pleasantly chilled, to Rising’s face. A gesture that, this time, asks...may I?

Rising Lotus grumbles a bit "I 'spose...won't get any cool scars or tales to tell 'bout it though." she gave Cravs a nod as the towel was brought over, the cool cloth helping to soothe her burning forehead. " Least it's jus' a cold this time...the last time I was, this..." she paused for a moment. "At least this sick...It was cause of a nasty bite." she raised her left arm up. "You can still kinda see it..." she must of thought she was pointing to it, but there was a fait bit mark on her forearm.

Rising Lotus: "Was poisonous too, an' the gobbie potion I took probably made it worse.." she took a deep breath before she continued, coughing lightly "So I was holed up in...the hole I lived in up there. Though Violet came all the way to help me...that was nice..." as she trailed off her eyes drifted towards the wall, staying silent on the matter after that.

Cravendy Hound places the towel over Rising’s forehead, and then peers at the scars on her arm. Healed over, but even still she could get a sense of how bad it was when the wound was fresh. Cravs bobs her head in admiration. “Must’ve been some bite. Were ye fightin’ some manner of ‘boro? Stinky buggers are all jaws, all legs. Bad business.”

Cravendy Hound doesn’t push about Violet. Though Cravs had a track record of bluntly nosing her way into other people’s business, it was only when she thought she could help. Here, she sensed Rising wasn’t ready to talk, and it certainly wasn’t her place to ask.

Rising Lotus "I can't say what it was. I mean, I KNOW what it is...I jus' can't.." she furrowed her brow as she apparently was having trouble with the word for not saying a word. "Ya know.. talk it. Great big bug..the bug folk in Dravania use 'em." she huffed, sounding a bit frustrated. "Gods, even thinkin' is takin' too much energy." a drawn out sigh left her lips, following by some more coughing. "Hey..." she looked up to Cravs "Thanks for..uh.. I guess this...not exactly draggin' me here but..."

Rising Lotus: flipped her hand up, hoping by now the Cravs would understand what she meant. " I 'spose this is probably a better place than my mess of a room.. an' the towel is far nicer than gettin' Hop to sit on my head."

Cravendy Hound: “Stop thinkin’ so much then, and get some rest. I’ll ask the medic to leave some medicine by the table for ye when ye wake up.” Cravs tilts her head, amused. She assumes ‘Hop’ is the sproutling that she’s seen trail Rising in the past, and looks around for it.

Cravendy Hound - Failing to find Hop, she gets ready to leave in order to give Rising some peace and quiet. Before she lets the curtain fall behind her, she turns around for one last thing. “If ye need anythin’, ye can...borrow this.” Cravs places a linkshell by the bedside table. “Don’t let me catch ye trippin’ down the stairs again.”

Rising Lotus nodded "Aye, I promis ya the next time ya see me, I'll be.." she shot Cravs a finger pistol, but couldn't quite get anything catchy out. She eventually gave up and shuffled in bed a bit, getting herself comfy. "I think I'll try restin' a bit till then though." her eyes started to drift closed, how could she feel so exhausted from just a trip up the stairs?

[betty-nyan]

Thoughts on Chapter 185 & 186

So, looks like this is my first review after a long hiatus... Now let’s dive into it:

Wow, the scene where Gulfan descended for Hak was such a beautiful little moment! Tbh, it’s hard for me to hold my tears back. Such a nicely done, subtle symbolism. Gulfan is the only being that still acts as a connection/bridge between Hak and Soo-Won.

Ah, so we finally got the backstory of Keishuk that we’ve all been desperate for! And he’s not Yu-Hon’s illegitimate son like many assumed. Interesting! It also explains why he admired (and still admires) his saviour, that is none other than Yu-hon himself. So it’s almost like he’s Soo-Won’s big stepbrother. How cute!

I’d really hoped that there’s finally going to be some sort of big revelation during their “talk”, but, oh well... Although Soo-Won’s sudden interest in Zeno’s (and only Zeno’s!) powers is becoming more and more suspicious. But before their conversation even begins, this happens: -_-

Eh, I don’t like where this is going...

Nooo!!! I’ve been denying the whole “Soo-Won-is-sick-and-pulling-an-Itachi” theory over the past few years because why would he suddenly become sick out of nowhere? He hasn’t shown any signs or symptoms up until now, so why all of a sudden? For plot convenience? To get rid of him to make way for Yona, the true red-haired king? It just... doesn’t feel right.

We all know something bad is about to happen when a character mentions how cold it is. But yay, there’s finally a change in seasons! I was wondering how much time has passed since Yona and Hak fled from the castle. Guess we have some clues now! Cool!

This must be the worst nightmare of all HakYona shippers! Lol! Anyways, have some caps of a suffering Soo-Won. Do I want him to suffer? Yes, and... no? It’s a bittersweet moment and I somehow love it. Well, he’s still beautiful, even when in such horrible pain:

While I’m no medical expert, I still have some ideas on what his mysterious out-of-the-blue illness might be. But I’ll talk about it later in this post.

He’s just laying on the floor like a big sack of potatoes and I love it! xD Sorry about that! But we need some moments of laughter after the heart of every Soo-Won fan has been torn into tiny little pieces of despair and betrayal.

But the most emotional part of this chapter is just around the corner:

I’m sobbing, this makes me so sad! T-T 

Now, let’s just forget these moments of endless pain and directly jump to Chapter 186:

Why, you ask? Because Soo-Won is secretly gay for Hak and we all know it. Change my mind!

Tfw you and your one-night stand wake up at the exact same time the morning after. Welp, this is awkward! Sorry, just kidding!

Awww, Yoon and Min-Soo finally met at the castle!

Yoon being the adorable cinnamon roll he’s always been. I’m glad that they let him study medicine at the castle. I wonder if he’s the key to Soo-Won’s cure. Especially now since Senjusou has also been brought up again...

And what about this herb? Yoon mentions how it is poisonous while Min-Soo explains that it can also be used as a medicine if used in small dosages. I’ve read the theory that Min-Soo is actually poisoning Soo-Won several times now. It may be possible, especially since some of his reactions are kinda strange:

Let’s not forget that Yona also noticed his strange behaviour. She then asks Min-Soo about Soo-Won’s mother, Lady Yong-Hi:

Of course, the easiest explanation for Soo-Won’s condition would be that it’s hereditary, knowing that his mother also suffers from an unknown illness. While I do believe that Lady Yong-Hi may play an important role sooner or later, I don’t get the feeling that she’s the cause of his health issues.

What if....

Soo-Won is  actually poisoning himself to punish himself for the deeds he committed. I know it sounds stupid, but maybe he ordered Min-Soo to prepare the poison and to slowly increase the dose. Which may also slowly put him to death. And in the end, no one would notice, because now everyone thinks he has a terminal illness.

Oddly enough, Min-Soo seems also seems to be the only person who is fully aware of Soo-Won’s condition. He clearly is hiding something. Just look at this:

I mean, not even Joo-Doh or Keishuk have noticed that there might be something wrong with his health. Not up until now at least. And he seemed perfectly healthy all the time. Like, he even participated in several fights like the war games and so on...

Some of you guys mentioned that he may have epilepsy, or even worse, a brain tumor. Which are still very likely options if you ask me. The symptoms do seem to fit. But they also seem to fit for poisoning. Because severe headaches are also mentioned in the list of symptoms.

Divine punishment has also been brought up. And tbh, I also like this theory. The castle speeds up the healing process of the Dragons. What if it’s slowly draining Soo-Won’s life energy? But why? Is it because he’s rejecting the gods? Did he get cursed after entering the mausoleum? Does it have something to do with Hiryuu’s unknown illness (there could be a connection if he’s somehow connected to Hiryuu) Or is it something entirely different? And does Yona’s existence have something to do with it? I also consider this part to be very interesting:

Looks like Il knew that he’s about to get killed. And not only that. He also seemed to know that Yona is about to witness this traumatic event. Or did he even know that she may come looking for him?

Oh my... Did Soo-Won really want to become King Hiryuu? Idk, but this feels so OOC for him. Though it might explain why he is rejecting the gods so much. Maybe his father made him believe that he’s Hiryuu’s reincarnation. 

And why is Il talking about how Yona, the “true, red-haired king”, will surely put him to death? Did Il know everything about the prophecy? Was he even able to talk to the gods/hear their words? So far it’s only been shown that he used to be a highly religious person. 

We don’t know yet, but this whole development could turn out to be interesting! Time to get some answers (and a lot of flashbacks)! Come on, we deserve it!

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

420 of 2022

Do you know anyone who suffers from depression?

Yeah, myself.

Besides texting, what else do you like to do on your phone?

I don’t even like texting lol. I use my phone as a camera.

When you lost your virginity, do you honestly feel like you were ready?

I’ve never felt truly ‘ready’, I’ve been just waiting for a person I can trust much enough to do it with.

How much older/younger than you was the person you lost your virginity to?

Two months younger, but I wasn’t his first.

Did you give up your virginity willingly?

It has never mattered much to me if I have it or not.

When you were younger, did you plan on saving yourself for marriage?

Never thought about it much.

Were you sexually experienced whatsoever when you lost your virginity?

Not at all.

Have you ever had sex with more than one person?

Like, at once? No. in more than one relationship? Yes.

Have you ever slept with anyone you were in love with?

I’ve only slept with people I loved.

Have you ever slept with two different people in the same day?

No. I don’t get why sex is so important to many people.

Have you ever had sex with the lights on?

Yes, I have.

Have you ever had sex on a floor?

Once.

When is the last time you had sex?

Two days ago.

Do you care for that person?

He’s my husband, for God’s sake.

Is this your boyfriend or girlfriend?

I just said.

When is the first time you ever smoked pot?

Never.

Where exactly were you located when you first smoked pot?

Nowhere.

Do you remember who you were with when you first smoked pot?

No one. Jesus, so many assumptions in this survey.

What were you smoking out of the first time?

Nothing.

Did you get high?

No. From what?

The first time you got drunk, how old were you?

12.

Where were you located the first time you got drunk?

Who remembers that?

When you cry do your eyes change colour?

No, they’re always dark. I don’t cry anyway.

Has anyone ever told you that you are cute?

Unfortunately yes. I hate it.

Does your middle name begin with a A, M, or S?

Yeah, with S.

Which is worse for you: being hot, or being cold?

Both are awful, but cold is my first thought.

Do you have someone who you can be your complete self around?

I’m always myself, you either like me or not.

Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?

Many people, it’s just unbelievable.

Have you ever thought about getting your lip pierced?

I have two lip piercings and I’ve been having them for many years, so not only ‘thought’.

Would you ever get a tattoo with someone’s name on it?

No. It’s never a good idea.

Do you like to have long hair or short hair?

Short, low maintenance.

Could you go a month without cursing?

Mo godverdomme toch XD I don’t think so.

Would you ever get a tattoo?

I have one and I’ve booked an appointment for another one.

Who has the ability to hurt you emotionally?

My husband. But he never does it, at least on purpose.

Why are you in pain?

Am I? Really? :O

Do you still talk to the last person you kissed?

He’s my husband. Honestly, these questions are pathetic.

Have you ever injected a drug?

No. Unless medication counts, but it was in the hospital and done by the nurses.

Do you ever dip your fingers in wet candle wax?

What’s even the purpose?

Do you know anyone that smokes pot?

Plenty of people, honestly.

Does sex mean love?

No. Love is so much more than just sex.

Have you ever fallen asleep on someone?

Yeah, on my husband.

What’s something you really want right now?

This survey to end, oh my God.

Where will you be in an hour?

Here. I just came back from the sea.

Any sexual stuff happen in the past two months?

Yeah, but is it really that important?

Is your phone right next to you, or at least close by?

It is, on a charger.

What windows are open on your computer right now?

Firefox, GIMP, Wordpad, Spotify.

[amazonite-dreams]

Carols Book Babbles HP:  A Flaming Cup of Pisssssss

Ok real talk. This one. This one right here is my favorite so far! This is the book where everything changes and I'm not even ready for it. YES this review is going to be much longer, but you know what, SHUT IT! JK Rowling kept making hers longer and longer and I don't hear anyone complaining about that? I can't even describe how much aggressive eating I did in this one until i was aggressively nopeNopeNOpeNOPE! Am I in need of medication? probably. Lets DO this THING!!!

1.  If football was as exiting as quittage I’d be downstairs yelling at the tv with my boorish brother

2.  The formation of spew is my favorite. (I’m-still-waiting-for-anti-discrimination activist-on-the-part-of-werewolves-though.)

3.  Poor poor Winky (Last Chapter Addendum: WTF WINKY!!!!!)

4.  I want to make a game where you stand next to a door and try to go through it without anyone noticing it. The next great meme challenge, call it platform 9 3/4

5.  Haha boober tubers solve acne I get it! Ah puberty. So glad it never happened to me xD #worstyearsofmylife

6.  I would love to know what moody taught his first years. I mean I respect him for not lying to the kids and treating them with respect but damn! He’s cold as ice and oh my god NEVIL! Come here baby, There’s coco in the kettle and kittens on the floor. you be alright buddy (Harry-could-use-some-selfcare-as-well) (Last Chapter Addendum: YOU SADISTIC BASTARD!)

7.  Good things, bad things and everything’s come in threes, which is a brilliant set up for having a fourth champion (worst-things-come-in-7s-though)

8.  You know, all the writers we’ve met so far in this world have been horrible lying people. I think it’s worth noting that not all writers are like that, and that if I were a witch that would probably be one of the jobs I would consider. I mean enchanted quils would make dealing with my dyslexia WAY easier and think of all the interesting stuff I could write about! Dream job if I do say so myself. (I’d probably make a magical baking book on how to make changing cupcakes and glitter exposing pies)

9.  Ah time to bring it back, sing it with me kids “The Harry Potter didn’t ask to be famous and is getting real sick of this shit”

10.  Note: if you write in a universe where there are dragons, you must have them appear in your series at least 3 times. (I-don’t-make-the-rules) 

11.  “‘No I’m fine!’ said Harry wondering why he kept telling people this and wondering whether he had ever been less fine” #mylife #relatable

12.  Boys! Get in a fight,  Don’t talk to each other for weeks and soon as they’ve made up it’s like it never even happened. ^is it weird i imagine this sentence in Hermione's voice

13.  Despite my best attempts, I’ve become fascinated with blast ended skrewts 

14.  DOBYS BACK!!!

15.  Christmas at Hogwarts sounds like the best Christmas! Baring the unfortunate name jokes that come with the season (I shit you not every year) I think I would really enjoy it. It also really warms my heart to imagine harry opening his presents every year. 4 for you Harry Potter

16.  The Yule ball story line is a favorite of mine. The anguish and awkwardness of asking someone, rumors and hormones flowing, people suddenly getting improvements to their physical appearance. It all reminds me of something...

 ...Dances. It reminds me of high school and middle school dances. And while they were torture at the time, looking back at them with the benefit of hindsight and just how fruitful it all was gives me a sense of... I don’t know peace? Nostalgia? Some feeling of yes I was hopeless but so was everyone else, look at us all, little idiots we were! And we turned out just fine.

17.  AAAAAWWW DOBY!!! (I’ll try not to repeat this as often as I want to)

18.  I CANT BELIEVE DUMBLEDORE MENTIONED THE ROOM OF REQUIREMENT AT THE YULE  FEAST JESUS THERE ARE NO ACCIDENTS ARE THERE!?!?!?

19.  The ball itself is magical. (I aint even srry get@me)

20.  Don’t get me wrong I love Ron, but he can be a bit of a misogynistic dick. I’m sure he will grow out of that though.

21.  I love Hagrid! I love Hagrid with the recluse abandon of a thousand hugs and kisses! He’s just the best of humanity half giant or not!

22.  The underwater challenge made me really aware of my breathing for a while. There are worse things (it’s not like I’ve been imagining a loved one drowning the past half a year lol hahaha kill me)

23.  “You can measure a man by the way he treats his inferiors, not his equals.” Thank You Sensei Serious

24.  Using the death eaters as an allegory for nazi soldiers after wwII is really powerful. A+. I feel like I should talk about this more but I honestly have nothing to add, well done.

25.  NIFFLERS!!! 

26.  Barty crouch is the definition of father issues as far as I’m concerned.

27.  And POOR NEVILLE! I will say this as often as I like because I don’t think it gets mentioned enough. Neville Longbottom went through just as much as Harry did and I am all for giving him his own series! #WBmakeithappen

28.  Cedric is such a pure soul, just wants everything to be fair and working so hard like a good hufflepuff! Just a really good kid who’s going to grow into a wonderful wizard! I’m not prepared for what’s about to happen. Nope I am not ready. Oh I know it has to, I know there is a death of a pure character in every canon to represent the loss of innocence or some shit. But NO. Not this time. no...

...You bastard.

29.  Im not going to comment on what happened in the graveyard. Perfect writing, heart wrenching, blah blah blah you get it. K? K. (holds back tears)

30.  Yes this exactly. Yes Great! Treat it like a real traumatizing experience! Show it as something real and scaring and lasting that happened! Perfect. Absolutely perfect. I can't tell you how much it fucking annoys me when writers don't take this shit seriously, just wave it off without a care like “My characters to strong to experience real lose in a human way!” NO.

31.  There are failures in political office... and then there’s Cornelius Fudge.

 Sorry about the late upload, life been very busy lately with the sis getting married. To be perfectly honest this book is just as good as I remembered. Ive always regarded it as my favorite though that might change around Half-blood Prince (I read that one A LOT cus I had the CDs of that one.) As for right now I think I need a little break from Harry. Its not him its me, not ready to get my soul crushed. Lets see how this format works on a brand spankin new book from one of my favorite Internet personalities John Green. Ill come back to HP after that so see you next time for...

Now With %1000 More Turtles!

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HP: Committee for the prevention of stupid