#part 1 of In sickness

[awkward-fink]

In times of sickness - Captain John Price

„John, could you lend me a hand over here? I could really use some – John?” You slowly bully your way into the house again, your arms fully laden with grocery bags. Normally your husband would have already materialized at the door at the first sounds of you coming back from the market, would have taken your bags and helped you put them away, but today he wasn’t even at the door, you couldn’t even him walking the old wooden stairs.

Furrowing your brows, you set down the first haul of bags on the kitchen table, which was halfway cleared from breakfast items and the bad feeling in your gut only intensified. Your husband had begged off your Saturday market run, against his very nature, citing tiredness and wanting to go sleep for another hour. But this had been three hours ago.

“John?” You cautiously call up the stairs, but there is no reaction. With hurried steps you go up the stairs and towards your shared bedroom, opening the door and slipping into the darkness right behind. Seems as if your husband didn’t even open the blackout-curtains. It was stifling inside the bedroom, a sweet scent lingering in the air.

And there your husband was, in bed and buried underneath his own and your blanket, forehead sweat slicked and breathing even louder than his normal relaxed snoring. Now you were worried.

“John? Love?” You whisper softly, taking a few steps closer, but your husband doesn’t even move, doesn’t even twitch as your voice reaches his ears. With nearly silent steps and only the light shining through the barely open door, you creep closer to your husband’s bedside, reaching out to put the back of your hand against his forehead. Instantly the heat hits you hard, sweat clinging to your skin as you draw your hand back again. A fever, a high one. Damn.

“Oh Honey…” You murmur under your breath, leaning down to press the gentlest of kisses onto his temple, watching his brows furrow and then relax some. Your husband isn’t sick often, but when he is, its thankfully over in a few days. But those days that he is sick, you prefer to stay in right beside him.

“Don’t worry Love, I am going to take good care of you.”

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Captain John Price doesn’t get sick, never. He has too much to do to become sick, chores and work and house improvements for example.

So no, that man really doesn’t have the time nor the free time capacity to be sick.

But when he does, he is down for good. Thankfully only for a few days, but those days are hard. On him and you.

He won’t move much, doesn’t want to eat much. He doesn’t want to be a burden on you and just wants to sleep and sweat that sickness right out.

He doesn’t like you getting to close in that time, you could get ill and he really doesn’t want you to fall ill as well, he would feel so bad about it

Would much rather you be ill, and he can care about you every second of a day with soft cuddles and self-made soup than he be ill and you doing the same for him

Double standards all the way

Thankfully doesn’t have the man-flu and won’t be dying anytime soon.

Will be back to normal at the latest 4 days after falling into bed like a log, will take a self-indulgent shower (best is with you under the water as well) of at least 15 minutes to feel like a new man again

That man. I swear. This man will hide sickness and illness if he can get away with it.

[artsyannierose]

Angel blatantly tells Husk when he needs to bang nobody can tell me otherwise

but that one time husk tells Angel he’s horny

oh that one time…

[icewindandboringhorror]

On average, what is the total MONTHLY amount that you spend on dining out*?

*(This doesn't only count going out to restaurants, but also stuff like picking up fast food to bring home, getting a coffee on the way to work, getting a premade sandwich from a grocery store deli during lunch, buying a quick snack from a convenience store or food cart whilst walking somewhere, ordering a pizza or any other food to be delivered to your home, etc.)

*(If you often dine out in groups/as a household: calculate and divide the costs so that you get a Per Person average. This is for YOU individually, NOT the total household/group costs)

(I'm sure polls similar to this have been made before (very common topic), I just haven't personally seen one that I can remember, so, I was curious to do my own! I was discussing this with a group of people today and it was very interesting to see how widely the number varied between individuals. :0c )

(Reblog for bigger sample size if you can, and feel free to explain your answer in tags if there's anything extra to add!)

[arttsuka]

Based on somewhat real events

I spent way too much time drawing this...

But yeah, Ford finally saying thank you

A continuation (kinda)

[dont-you-call-him-baby]

no cause what do you MEAN nico was so stressed the entire abu dhabi 2016 weekend all he could eat was frosties. frosties the cereal that lewis and nico bring up at every chance and very obviously associate with one another?????

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Street Rat: Chaggie - Aladdin AU

STOP! THIEF!

Vaggie: *running theough the streets of Pride with a small mob on her tail, hood drawn, and mask up* Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Mobster Boss: I'm gonna sheer your clit off for stealing from me, you little cunt!

Vaggie: Oh, so I have time then! You'd have to find the fucking thing first! *scales the nearest building easily and starts running along rooftops*

Mobster Boss: Don't just fucking stand there! Get her!

Goons: *scramble to find a way up to the roof*

Vaggie: And like that, I'm in the clear- WHOA!!!! *dodges a swinging hammer aimed at her head and speeds the other direction* Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Goon 1: She's over here!

Vaggie: *parkour jumps onto the next building and starts shuffling down the wall when a hand reaches out and pulls her inside* Shit!

Angel: For fuck sakes, Vags! Get in here!

Goons: *look down to the alley below* Where'd she go?! Where'd she go?!

Goon 2: Uh.... that way! *starts running the opposite direction with the rest following*

Vaggie: *exhales heavily* Thanks, Angel.

Angel: Psh! Don't thank me. Thank the girls for letting me hold you in here.

Vaggie: *eye widens and she looks around the room at all the girls in various stages of undress with a blush* Uhhh..... Hello, ladies. Um... thank you for letting Angel help me out.

Girls: *huff and go about their business*

Angel: Yeah, they're not a fan of broke ass bitches and bastards.

Vaggie: I can see that.... Oh, by the way. Here. *plops a wad of Hellbucks into Angel's hand* That should cover the rest of what I owe you.

Angel: Daaaaaaamn, Vagina. You really risked your neck for this haul, didn't you?

Vaggie: Vaggie... *shrugs* Better in the hands of those who need it instead of some greedy mob boss who just uses it as a spicy fleshlight.

Angel: *thumbs through the wad of cash with a smirk* Awwww, yeah. Gotta love musky money~ Well, thanks for the "donation"! So, what other trouble are ya getting into these days, Vagina?

Vaggie: For fuck sakes, it's Vaggie and you know it.... and that's fucking disgusting. I'm just trying to stay alive on the streets. You know that.

Angel: Well, there's a big festival going on in the middle of town today! Lots of schmucks with loose change for easy pickins if you catch my drift.~

Vaggie: ....What's the festival for?

Angel: Eh. Some prince or something coming to try and sway the Princess into marrying him. Doubt it's gonna work.

Vaggie: *scoffs with a snort* Not if those demon goats have anything to say about it.

Meanwhile:

Charlie: I am NOT meeting with Prince Seviathan!

Lucifer: *sweating* Come on, sweetie. Just talk to him a little. He traveled all the way from Envy to see you.

Charlie: *huffs and crosses her arms* How could you expect me to even consider him as a possible suitor when he's such an arrogant idiot! He's a jerk to literally everyone, Dad!

Lucifer: Oh, I'm sure he's gotten better since his early teens, baby.

*trumpets herald Seviathan's approach*

Lucifer: Just..... try to talk to him. *glances at Razzle and Dazzle* And YOU TWO be on your best behavior!

Razzle & Dazzle: *hooves tuck behind their backs as they sit up at attention* Baaa!/Baaap!

Lucifer: Good! *sighs* I'll be downstairs to greet him. *leaves*

Charlie: *arms still crossed* ......You two didn't actually agree to that, right?

Razzle & Dazzle: *hold up one hoof each that has their toes crossed*

Charlie: Good boys!

[ghostlakan]

no feeling is final

[solsta23]

One of my biggest (and I’m sure most commonly shared) fantasies is being chased through the woods, specifically for me it’s being chased by someone who kidnapped me and is making me play some sick version of hide n seek.

If I manage to hide before time runs out, they’ll let me go, but if they find me before time runs out…(CW: blood, cnc)

“Found you!”, They’d announce, a sick satisfaction in their voice as if they’d found the last egg in the Easter hunt. My heart pounded deep in my chest, blood rushing in my ears as my chest moved rapidly up and down in erratic movements, the frosty night air biting at my lungs and making my eyes water from the sharp pain, the same pain radiating from the various cuts on my legs from the thick shrubbery surrounding us.

The pain kept me awake, made me oh so painfully aware of what was about to happen- looking up helplessly at the person who had been tormenting me for a week? weeks? I couldn’t remember, it honestly felt like months.

“Aww don’t look so upset baby, it’s not like you really stood a chance against me”, They told me, the faux pity in their voice continuing to make the burn under my skin worse as my eyes watered. “No reason to get yourself so worked up”.

They didn’t mean that, not one bit.

Seeing me worked up was their favorite sight (aside from me being under them), and I swore underneath their mask I could feel them smiling- knew they were smiling at me, smiling at the way I was shaking, my lack of proper clothing not helping (tank top and shorts was all they permitted me to wear, if anything at all) and how I was physically trying to bite back tears. I would never admit it out loud, but a part of my pride felt more hurt I lost than not escaping.

“Now cmon pup lets- oh dear”.

I didn’t give them time to finish, managing to pick up whatever strength I had left and getting up on my feet to run- one final attempt to get away.

‘Maybe I could lose them in the trees, they can’t know this place that well right? Just keep running don’t stop and don’t look back I can maybe slip through and find a road- there’s a road around here right? right?? Or-’

Before I knew it I was pinned to the ground, the dirt permeating my eyes and nose as I was shoved down, small rocks threatening to break through my skin and an all too familiar heavy weight on top of me.

“Now pup, what was that supposed to be?”, My tormentor laughed, pinning one of my arms to my back and straddling my back. “Seriously you made it what? 50 feet? I commend your effort- but seriously what made you think that was smart?”.

“G-get off of me!”, I screamed, wiggling like a fish on a line as struggled beneath them. My free hand clawed at the dirt, trying to grab onto anything to free myself, ignoring the stabbing pains that spreads up my arm like wildfire, flailing and kicking my legs out to throw them off- anything to be free and all of it for nought.

They scoffed, barely even breaking a sweat to hold me down, “Pup this is cute and all- but you know you already lost right?”.

“I don’t care! Just shut up and get the hell off of me you fucking psycho!”, I shrieked, hating how I could feel the tears being to stream down my face. I was so tired and frustrated I didn’t care what I said anymore.

“I hate you! I’m not your pup or your baby you sicko!”, I cursed, feeling lightheaded. In my anger filled rant I barely noticed that they hadn’t tried to interrupt me, hadn’t tried to say anything or even make a sound. Just let me keep ranting and hanging myself with my own tongue.

“I hate you! I hate you and this stupid game, you’ve done nothing but play out your sick fantasy with me you fucking loner freak- ah!”.

Before I knew it my face meet the dirt again, a sharp pain in the back of my skull as a hand threaded through my curls and forced me face down. At that moment I realized I messed up, my body giving up on me as I felt my kidnapper sigh, their grip on my pinned arm tightening to the point I felt it would break- making me whimper. My tears stained the dirt as I felt blood trickle in my mouth, my lip split from being forcefully shoved.

A silence passed by for a brief moment, the wind picking up as I felt my heart pound, and at that moment I all but froze as a voice cut through the air.

“…You really don’t know when to shut the fuck up do you, pup?”.

There is like…more to this so I’ll post a part 2 tmrw because this was getting too long guys 😞😞 but hope you like this (I’m just a feral lesbian who needs to be hunted down)

[wolfienation]

cannot believe the title for part 2 is Wicked: For Good im gonna SCREAM

[thelastwalkingsoul]

Eddie didn't experience an easter egg hunt until Wayne.

That first year Eddie had lived with Wayne had been a whirlwind of emotions. Eddie had been lost and scared, not trusting Wayne and too on edge to get comfortable. He'd bounced back and forth between being quiet and making himself small to yelling at Wayne to try and get a reaction. Eddie doesn't like thinking about that year, but the good parts stick out from the bad. The parts when Wayne tried his best to make the curveball that was little Eddie happy.

He remembers his first Easter with Wayne. The awkward gruff way Wayne had called Eddie out of his room and told him to start looking. How confused Eddie was until he moved a cushion and found a bright blue plastic egg. He doesn't remember how he reacted, but that was one of the first moments Eddie truly considered that Wayne might care for him.

They'd continued the tradition. Wayne would (very poorly) hide plastic eggs around the trailer, always filled with whatever candy happened to be Eddie's favourite at the time. Eddie would go looking for them, usually putting on a show of not being able to find any at first, just to get that amused smile out of his uncle. He'd gather them all up in a bowl that would sit on the kitchen bench, slowly being cracked open over the following days.

One year, Eddie picked up an egg only to notice that the weight was off. All the eggs usually felt just as heavy as each other, but that one was way lighter. He'd looked to his uncle, who shrugged. So Eddie opened it. Inside were a handful of guitar picks in various colours, but there was one in particular that stood out. It was a red and black celluloid pick, the colours and pattern similar to his sweetheart he'd bought only months earlier. Eddie had taken one look at Wayne's face and laughed himself at the man, hugging him tight.

The pick still lives on the chain around his neck.

Part 2 (kinda)

[runefactorynonsense]

Melotober - Day 7 - Clouds

Talk with me?

[jackietaylorsghost]

“I’m taking a ride with my best friend.” THE LAST OF US PART ONE (2022) → THE LAST OF US HBO (2023)

[etrosgate]

i finally went through ds re:coded (i didn't actually play it bc platforming brings me to tears, i just watched a playthrough) and this game really doesn't deserve the terrible reputation it has...

it's especially a shame that ppl only have the cutscene movie cause it's actually really mechanically wacky and creative. like it's an action platformer. then suddenly it's a turnbased rpg? in the final hour it's a adv visual novel?? it's constantly throwing something new at you.

and like, yeah it doesn't have much in the way of major plot progression or lore, but i still find its story fairly interesting and charming. in some ways it feels most like a glimpse at the post-kh3 trajectory of the narrative?

anyways, it's actually something of a sora character study, through the lens of a sora that never went through the interpersonal betrayals the real sora has (primarily kh1). we see a sora that's never been told to repress his sadness, a sora that's never had donald and goofy leave him behind cause he lost the keyblade, a sora that's never had riku become so cruel to him.

and because data-sora didn't experience these things+had good support network throughout the narrative, he's like. a lot psychologically healthier. most noticeable in contrast to the real sora.

and in the final act of the game, data-sora learns how to do something the real sora still hasn't: face his own pain, and accept it.

i would not be surprised if in the future sora's arc involves actually learning how to deal with the shit he's been through and talk to his friends about it

additionally...

kingdom hearts has always had a strong throughline of how people/things being "fake" does not mean they don't matter. from replicas to nobodies and sora's memories of namine.

like data-sora isn't real, he's just a piece of programming. but he develops a real heart, and a real keyblade, through the emotional connections formed between him and data riku and the real mickey donald and goofy.

in this way, i find coded in particular to really feel metatextual, and reminiscent of the relationship you have with a narrative (though specifically video games here). like sora from kingdom hearts isn't real, but does he not inspire real emotion from us? do we not find ourselves invested in his story, even though it's fake?

i really think it's likely that the quadratum unreality stuff will continue to follow that line of thought.

kingdom hearts is just video games, but it's also real. because we love it ❤️

wtf i intended to just write a little bit but i rambled a lot... oh well, anywayyys if you haven't played ds coded, i recommend it 👍

[mrmeepsmadmind]

they are ignoring my big beautiful pathetic himbo wife and his cute little platypus tail that he has for some tank part reason im too dumb to understand why

[gunsatthaphan]

in other news Kid-Nap was confirmed as a BL and now the obnoxious ON stans are protesting on the streets I-- 💀

[skitskatdacat63]

2009 Belgian Grand Prix - Kimi Räikönnen(ft. Giancarlo Fisichella & Sebastian Vettel)