#sorry you’re sick

[krispyweiss]

Song Review: Ana Egge - “Sorry You’re Sick”

Alcoholism sounds positively dreamy on “Sorry You’re Sick.”

That’s the brilliance of Ana Egge’s heartfelt Ted Hawkins cover - a cascade of jazzy folk that, with its organ, brushed drums and high harmonies, disguises the song’s wracked emotion.

What do you want from the liquor store/something sour or something sweet/ain’t you had all of the pain you can hold/you know the bottle don’t love you no more, Egge and her supporting voices sing on a meandering river of sound that seems to represent healing hydration.

“Sorry You’re Sick” announces the May 17 arrival of Sharing in the Spirit and indicates Egge - unlike the person she is singing for - is in peak shape.

Grade card: Ana Egge - “Sorry You’re Sick” - A

1/23/24

[moresandmanstuff]

I mean, come on:

[holographic-mars]

Rereading IDW and how Ravage and Co. found Soundwave and it’s lowkey really funny to me, she really just picked him up off the streets huh

[assiraphales]

the most gentle of zoro yeets

[kingkatsuki]

Yeah short skirts and crop tops are sexy— but there’s just something about a man that finds you so attractive wearing clothes that shouldn’t be considered typically sexual. Like baggy sweats or his old, worn shirt.

Those plain, boring outfits that aren’t planned and are just thrown together for comfort and practicality that have his dick throbbing for you as he imagines bending you over the nearest surface.

[formulapisces]

reblog or <horrific thing will happen to parent>

reblog to get <specific amount of money>

reblog for <luck and something about a crush>

reblog if you aren’t <racist, homophobic, etc>

reblog or else <terrible tragedy happens>

reblog if you care about <obviously a good cause but is baiting you to look like a horrible person if you don’t reblog it>

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[save-the-villainous-cat]

I'm experiencing the worst nasal congestion of my life as I'm typing this so I'm begging for a villain pampering a sick hero, make it fluffy pls 🙏 (only if you want to write this ofc)

“Shirt off,” the villain ordered and the hero — despite protesting — took it off. “Fine. Swallow this.”

The villain gave them the painkillers and a glass of water. Unfortunately for them, the villain needed the hero alive. They were working together but the hero had gotten sick.

And they hadn’t stitched their wounds yet.

“Good. Lie down on your stomach.” The hero rolled with their eyes and sighed, annoyed beyond compare, yet they followed the order.

“I’m fine, you know,” the hero said but the cold had changed their voice and the wound had been looking quite nasty for two days now.

The villain didn’t answer, instead they sat down on the hero’s lower back and pulled the thread through the needle’s head. The hero wanted to turn around to look at them but the villain pushed their head back into the pillows.

“Do you have to sit on my ass?” The villain’s fingers brushed the swollen flesh around the hero’s wound, making the other hiss in pain.

“You can’t keep fighting when you’re injured,” the villain said. “I need you alive for the mission.”

“Because I have all the information?”

The villain didn’t answer. Their fingers were still in the hero’s hair, right where they had pushed them into the pillows. Before they took the alcohol from the nightstand, they let their fingers slide down the hero’s neck.

“You know, people die when they’re sick and working out.”

“It’s a mission,” the hero reminded them. “I can’t afford to get sick.”

“Incompetent behaviour.”

“Rude caretaker,” the hero answered. The villain cleaned the needle and the wound.

This time, the hero’s reaction was something close to a cuss-shriek and the villain felt a little bad for cleaning the wound without a warning.

“Easy…” Once again, their hand went through the hero’s hair and they were more than glad that the hero’s face was buried in the bed. “I need to stitch this and then you can sleep for as long as you please.”

The hero was ready to sacrifice everything, especially themselves and the villain wasn’t satisfied with that decision.

No one matched them in battle like the hero.

No one laughed at their jokes like the hero.

And no one looked at them like the hero.

“Relax, you’re being dramatic,” the villain said, rubbing their hand over the hero’s shoulder. “I’ll be quick.”

“Fine,” the hero mumbled into the pillows. “Can I put my hand on your thigh?”

“Yes.” The villain knew they were blushing. “Squeeze if you have to.”

[you-wanna-know]

✅💚🎄🍀🤑🔫🌲🐍☘️🐸🌿🌴🥑

[sparklysawgif]

unfinished bc hate gay people

[batwynn]

Seems like we’re all going through it.

(Updates on Patreon)

[reflectionsofgalaxies]

met a VERY charming lil friend yesterday who i have never (knowingly) seen before!!! 🖤💛

this is the Sequoia Pitch moth (Synanthedon sequoiae), yes, moth! these fascinating little creatures bear an incredible resemblance to members of the family Vespidae, like common paper wasps and yellowjackets, and that’s no simple coincidence!

the appearance of these moths is an example of Batesian mimicry, a type of mimicry where one species mimics the warning signals of another species, but without having the same harmful or undesirable defences.

in this case these moths look like they may give you a nasty sting, but really they’re about as harmless as a moth can be! (plus they have gorgeous slightly iridescent black-lined wings and fluffy little shrimp-like tails! absolute cuties!)

[waxsuyaaa]

based off of the deepest of metros series by @justanothersquidblog on ao3. THAT THING FUELLED MY ENTIRE 2 YEARS AGO OKAY

they deserve a happy ending methinks

this series is so beautiful I love how it is not canon at all but it still manages to create a great story and this is literally proof that people dont need to stick to whatever’s proven by the developers of any game or any franchise really

the pmv for this was so immaculate just wwhhwhwwhh hhhh

music choice for dedf1sh’s little pistol? amazing. hit the right feeling. everything is synced up perfectly and the right moments are shown to be important and I don’t know how you do it but while im thinking I will go and watch that same video another 100 times

fanfiction? 10/10. flashbacks? yippee. i love backstories so much its just so crunchy to delve into lore and whatever and also dedf1sh eating the mysterious moss? that was a moment indeed

i swear this series of words you wrote got me into the dedf1sh obsession thanks kappa

[cometrose]

obsessed with zhongli x azhdaha lately like they were doomed from the start and they make my heart hurt a bit

a blind dragon yearning to see the sun and morax gives him eyes so he is the first thing he sees

MIND YOU zhongli is always represented by the sun (this is just like being stabbed)

azhdaha himself said there was no one who trusted and respected morax more than he did

"that day in the chasm...did you hesitate?" "a heart of stone is a heart nonetheless" SHOOT ME

"you're leaving?" if you listen closely you can hear zhongli's heart crash and shatter into pieces when he realizes azhdaha can't stay

rage beneath the mountain is one of my favorite pieces of genshin music it is so good

azhdaha is the moon and zhongli is the sun (why don't i just die)

im telling you they were DOOMED cause morax is like "lets form a contract and be friends but if you hurt my people i will stop you" thats how you knew it was already fucked

zhongli trying to hold back azhdaha's erosion with his own strength for as long as he could but he couldn't do it and having to watch his friend turn into a shell of himself

zhongli having to steel himself and lock away his feelings as he seals his partner in a prison within the earth and its implied that this is contributed to his own erosion

eroded azhdaha calling zhongli an usurper who stole his throne but this also means the true azhdaha did not care for the title and loved zhongli and humanity

that one event where zhongli returns to azhdaha's domain and leaves wine there

the 5* liyue golden bow trapped in beta and the description is that zhongli asks azhdaha "if we can ride on your back we could visit the palace on the moon" and the thought of morax sitting on azhdaha's back as they roam the mountains makes my chest ache

the betrayal hurts even more because azhdaha is saying all of these hurtful things and doing horrible things and morax knows this isn't the real him but he can't do anything to stop him

azhdaha seeing morax's face before he was sealed away and accepting his fate

more beta bow lore (it’s called Dreams of Dragonfell) is that in his prison azhdaha is distraught over breaking his relationship with zhongli and humanity that he treasured so much he doesn’t understand why he did such a thing but the memory itself is painful

tragic doomed from the start dragon yaoi i would not wish this on anyone

[hinakyuu]

bernie meme i know i rely on you too much and you’re probably sick of being dragged into this but. PLEASE 😭🙏

[brokendoor16]

Okay so we’ve probably all noticed that I’m a tad obsessed with dead boy detectives rn. So. I have MANY THINGS TO SAY but first up:

Can we please just talk about how Edwin is genuinely INCAPABLE of showing affection?? And I don’t mean that in like. A BAD way, more in the sense of he was literally a teenage boy in the Edwardian era with no friends and no one who cared enough to label his disappearance anything other than ‘an act from God’. Like. He has NO model of how to show affection, which is why it pretty often comes off awkward or uncaring.

BUT if we’re going off the idea that he bases his ways of showing affection on his own experiences. Can we PLEASE talk about him reading to Charles. Like, he’s just dragged himself out of Hell, been tortured for literal DECADES and the first person he sees is a shivering, scared boy who clearly needs comfort he doesn’t know how to give. So (imo) what he does is just revert to the last form of affection he was probably given in childhood.

Obviously, we know he loves books which in most cases comes from SOMEWHERE- either a parent, a friend, a nurse, a teacher reading to him- and there’s just something absolutely PRECIOUS about him resorting to the last form of affection he was probably shown to comfort Charles.

ANYWAYS, idk what I’m doing here and I’m very sorry but there will DEFINITELY be more of these to come 😭😭

[starrylevi]

“Are you okay?” Levi asks you.

“No.”

“I know, you don’t look it. What’s wrong?”

“Everything is wrong, Levi. I’m exhausted…I wonder what it’s like to have a brain that functions the way it’s supposed to.”

His eyebrows furrow slightly. “Your brain is fine.”

“But that’s the thing, it’s not!” You say exasperatingly. “It’s wired differently and so it makes everything more difficult. I switch between three modes: Not wanting to exist, Surviving, and Beyond Surviving. Guess how much time I spend in each mode?”

Levi doesn’t say anything in response. His expression shows more concern than confusion this time.

“Fine, I’ll tell you. Most of my time is spent surviving. Some of my time is spent not wanting to exist. And just a little of my time is spent beyond suriving…what kind of life is that?”

Levi’s eyes look at you with sadness. “Not much of one, to be honest…but it’s yours and you only have one.” He counters.

“Well, I don’t even know if I want it half of the time. Y’know, someone told me that life is basically climbing mountains. You climb a mountain, which represents a challenge or obstacle, once you get to the top you enjoy the view for a moment…then you climb back down and do the same thing all over again. Rinse and repeat.”

Levi seems to identify with what you’re saying and he knows you’re frustrated right now but he needs to keep you from spiraling. He’s not letting you give up. That’s not the way. “It’s what we have to do, Y/N.” He says gently.

“And what if I don’t want to do anything? What if I don’t want to climb fucking mountains? What if I don’t want to constantly be challenged and given obstacles? What if I just want to sit at the top of the mountain and just be?”

Levi knows these feelings all too well…he’s wrestled with them a few times throughout his life but he’s continued to push through because that’s what you just do. And you’re going to do the same even if he has to do the pushing for you. You snap Levi out of his thoughts with your next statement.

“It would be so much easier if I just…”

“Stop.”

“But-“

“Stop.” He repeats sternly, his steel eyes boring into yours.

You grunt angrily. “You’re not even real, Levi!” You yell out at him. You’re not angry with him. You’re angry at the world, angry for the universe and your parents for putting you in this predicament, angry for placing you into a world that doesn’t accommodate you. “You are a 2-dimensional character I use to cope. There’s no way for you to actually soothe or help me. You. Are. Fictional.”

Your words don’t seem to phase him. He shrugs. “I’m real enough.”

“What does that even mean?”

“I’m real enough to you. Y/N. You are the one who brings me to life. You are the one who decides how real I should be. What does it matter if I’m not a real person?”

“It’s silly.”

“Who says it’s silly?”

“I don’t know, a bunch of people.”

“Well, fuck all of those people then. Just fuck them.” He states as if it’s obvious.

You sigh. “It doesn’t work that way, Levi…”

“So make it work that way. No one else is keeping you alive but yourself.”

“And you…” You say softly.

Levi shakes his head. “I don’t do anything. Like I said before, you’re the one who does the all the heavy lifting. I exist because you want me to. I function the way I do because you want me to.”

“So I control you?”

Levi rolls his eyes at that. “Don’t be a brat. What I’m saying is I’m just an outlet for you.”

You pause, thinking of his words. He’s not wrong. He’s just a character but he’s also not just a character because of you. “I wish you were real.” You admit sadly.

“I wish I were real too…for you.” He sighs as he runs a hand through his raven hair. “But it doesn’t matter if I’m real or not. I still occupy your brain. I still make you happy, that’s all that matters. As long as you let me live in your mind, I’m always going to be here for you.

You nod, not saying anything further.

“Okay?” He asks.

“Okay.”

“Good.”